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[the-blind-geisha]

In Other Words, I Love the Real You

Desc: Princess Peach expected to merely entertain royalty and agree on an alliance with this king. Nothing more. What she didn't expect was how easily she'd fall for King Bowser when he actually was the better version of himself in this disguise.

Rated: 18+

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A/N: Story commission for @untoldsoup! Keep in mind, this is not canon to his awesome comic works he makes! It was a fun idea he commissioned me to write, and I was so excited to write for this! 👀

I used Bowser's name over Koopa in the beginning, as Bowser didn't get his true name in the series till later.

Artwork by @untoldsoup!

Princess Peach was hardly a stranger to entertaining guests of nobility, but this letter came promptly out of nowhere in regards to a king wishing to have a moment of her time when it came to him and his people. She made certain her crown was in place, eyeing Toadsworth out of the corner of her eye. 

“You said his name was King Bowser?” The princess couldn't help but feel that name sounded a bit sinister. Maybe it was no thanks in kind to how many kings about the many worlds were hardly kind people. 

But she had to remember never to judge a book by its cover—in this case—it would be his title. It would be the king’s caliber she would judge over whatever exchange would take place.

“Indeed, Your Highness! Says he comes from a far off kingdom to which he…failed to mention in his letter.” Toadsworth couldn't help but find that a bit odd. Normally royalty would state where they hailed from.

“Interesting…” Her words trailed off, gloved hand to her cheek in thought. “It would be wise that I do not enter this discussion ill-equipped then.” It was there she headed for her bedroom door, finding herself properly prepared for the meeting.

Toadsworth scurried after her, staying in pace with her every move to the best of his mobility. “You read my mind then, princess. While I would like to believe the best in everyone, it is better we have some power ups nearby in case this is another scheme of sorts.”

She smiled down at her adviser. “Let us hope we are overreacting at any rate, but please—do see to it that the guards are prepared, and I at least have a fire flower at my disposal.”

Taking to her throne nearly an hour later, she anxiously awaited for whoever was to greet her. Would it be another trap? She had grown tired of those. All of her thoughts were drowned out when one of her Toads bowed before her to announce this king’s arrival.

“The Mushroom Kingdom proudly welcomes King Bowser and his advisor, Taika the Wise.”

The doors opened, having Princess Peach on the edge of her seat as the light from outside blinded her ability to see who was truly entering the throne room. Soon, the light subsided, allowing her to take in the sight of the two visitors.

They were human. Their figures said that much, but the advisor was a bit harder to see. They were hunched over with a gnarled wooden staff that they used to walk (or so it seemed). A blue, hooded robe covered most of their form, but she could tell they had a white beard with wild white hair to match. That made it impossible for her to even see his face.

But that was hardly the face she cared to examine after a point. This King Bowser caught her sight right away. His red hair was hypnotizing at first glance, but his eyes, holding a power all on their own, stole her attention away with ease. Noting that only a cape seemed to dress his upper half, she tried to still her desire to point it out.

For all she knew, it could be a clothing choice in their kingdom. It was best not to ask and offend him.

But as Peach’s eyes scanned him for anything out of the ordinary, it was there that a spiked shell on his left shoulder made her heart squeeze in fear. It reminded her so much of the Koopa King’s. Her fingers curled ever slightly on the throne’s armrest, doing her all to remain professional as she watched him bow.

“Princess Peach, it is an honor to be here before you.” Bowser waited so long to approach her in such a neutral way for what felt like years. Now with this magical crown that allowed him to dawn the appearance of one of her own kind and Kamek’s powers at his side to hide away his horns at least, everything was so much easier.

He felt like a new being all together.

“Greetings, King Bowser. You may rise.” When he did so, she too took to her feet and headed down the steps to find herself face-to-face with this foreign king. “However, I must say that I am a bit saddened to not read where you hail from.”

Even if her tone was playful, Bowser couldn't help but recoil a bit hoping she wouldn't mention that part. His attention shifted down to his advisor, feeling their eyes staring at him from even the darkness of the hood. It was a voiceless means of encouragement. That would do.

“I preferred to have said it to you in person, my Lady. What fun could be had if I told you everything in the letter?” He opened his hand, hoping she would take it and not be repulsed as she often acted around him. “Otherwise, my journey here would have been meaningless.”

Peach cocked a brow at his confession, a small smile forming upon her beautiful lips. “You have quite the way with words, Your Majesty.” Her hand slid within his, which prompted the king to kiss the back of her hand. Her heart fluttered, never expecting such a gesture.

“But to answer your question, I hail from the far east. It’s known as the Piranhabons Kingdom.” It was a bold statement to make, all things considered. But Petey wasn't there to whine about it, and Bowser wasn't blind—he saw her looking at the spiked shell on his shoulder earlier.

“Piranha?” Peach’s fingers touched upon her lips in thought. “So I’m assuming your kingdom tends to have quite a few piranha plants?”

Bowser wondered the better way to go about this, without bringing so many eyes upon him into the mix. He could proudly say most Toads were hardly clever, but it was Toadsworth he worried over. Even now, he could feel that old man staring at him in a way as if to hope the king would slip up.

“May I ask that we continue to talk about such matters elsewhere?” He looked about the castle’s throne room, finding it to be as lavish as ever. Still, it felt a bit suffocating to say the least. “You could give me a tour of your castle or your kingdom.”

Peach let a small laugh slip from her painted lips. “The kingdom might take awhile, so, castle it is.”

The Koopa King felt like he’d be pushing his luck if he tried to ask to hold her hand or anything like that again. But he couldn't deny how nice it felt to actually be able to kiss even the back of it like that. She didn't contort her face in such a way that made it look as though she wished she could squash him.

To say it felt nice was an understatement.

Stepping to the side, Bowser bowed with his arms motioning for her to lead the way. While he could easily say he knew these walls inside and out like his own, it would be nice to see what she herself had to say about it all. 

“Taika…” It was so odd calling Kamek that, but he insisted on the name. “Stay here and keep Princess Peach’s advisor entertained.”

“I have a better plan,” Peach interjected. “Toadsworth, why don't you show Taika around? I am sure he would appreciate it.”

There was something in the old Toad’s expression that would assume he would have much preferred to stay beside the princess. While he could hardly do anything to protect her, he would rather be certain that he was at least some sort of obstacle to keep evildoers from attacking her.

“I, umm.. As you wish, Your Highness.”

The moment she opened the doors and headed through the winding hallways, she playfully smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at the king. “Alright. We’re out of prying ears and eyes…”

Those beginning words made him tense. Did she actually figure him out?! How could it have failed?! The disguise was perfect!

“...Tell me a bit more about yourself,” Peach concluded, putting Bowser a bit more at ease.

He rubbed the side of his neck, sighing out his relief. “Oh, well…to answer your first question, there are quite a few different species of piranha plants out where I rule. The usual fair take up my castle grounds, though. And the Megasmilax is more like a guard of mine.”

Bowser was relieved that he managed to run himself through this speech idea back at home. He knew he couldn't sell the thought of being a king from a foreign land if he didn't jot down a few notes about this fictitious world he came from.

Peach inhaled sharply at the name. “Megasmilax?! I remember that creature not far from my own castle! It nearly took it over, had it not been for the Mario Brothers.” She inched a bit closer to Bowser, curious as to how he even managed to keep such a powerful thing under his command. “Are you certain you aren’t just being held captive, Your Majesty?”

He laughed at her playful tone, which clung to her question. “Of course, he is a bit of a handful, but once you manage to keep piranhas under control and treat them well enough, they return the favor.” Bowser tried to shrug it all off as though it were hardly anything huge.

It was there her attention returned to the spiked shell upon his shoulder. “I couldn't help but notice your rather interesting attire choice.”

“Ah. That.” He had to think of a story. Quickly. Unless she wanted to visit, he should be in the clear to lie about a few things here and there. “It came from a Spiny Boss type—we have quite a few of those Spinies in my kingdom. They can prove to be quite a handful.”

It was disheartening to talk down about his own people now and again. Yes, they could be slackers and some could rightfully get on his nerves, but a lot of them were hard workers. 

Princess Peach could hear the odd sorrow buried in his tone when he spoke of such a thing. “Oh. I see. Perhaps it is for the better we get down to business, shall we? What has brought you to my kingdom at such a short notice? You said it was urgent.”

Bowser cleared his throat as he gazed upon her without fear.

Without fear… how odd it was to admit that he was nervous to look upon her with such confidence once more. Eyes were usually the window to the soul, or so he remembered the princess herself warning him sometime ago. The last thing he wanted to do was give her too much of a peek inside of him. She mustn't see the true monster inside.

But even just then, he found it almost difficult to look away. To say she was beautiful almost felt insulting. There had to be a better word for it, but if there was, it always escaped his grasp.

“I heard you have problems with the monstrous turtle king from the Darklands.” He was trying so hard not to insult himself too much, but he really had to offer the thought that he was there to help in some manner.

Peach rolled her eyes. “Yeah, the Koopa King. He can indeed be quite an annoyance.”

Bowser flinched, as those words hit harder than any attack Mario could even dare land on him. “He seems quite persistent, or so I was told from my area of the world.”

After all of the wandering, Peach managed to find her way towards one of the balconies that allowed her to see out and about her glorious kingdom. Her gloved hands gripped the marble handrail while attempting to push the fear from her mind. “He is, but I must ask…” She stalled for a moment, turning to look at Bowser with a raise of her brow. “...what exactly do you hope to bring to my army?”

“Magic and strength,” Bowser answered without hesitation. “While my own advisor is well versed in magic abilities, I am able to handle such powers as well. They even exceed his.”

“May I ask what kind of magic it is?”

“Attack magic, among many other types.” He avoided the use of saying black magic, or he knew that might give him away. Maneuvering his fingers above his palm, he was able to conjure up a flower in his possession.

While Kamek and even Junior needed special items to call upon the magic they used, Bowser hardly needed any of that. Not to say he’d turn down any magical item that could asset him, as it could easily amplify his powers. With the rose in his possession, it was there he offered it boldly over towards the princess.

Peach looked at the gift with such confusion that Bowser worried he may have overdone it. But the expression swiftly melted into a sweet softness that encouraged the tension within him to relax.

She accepted the gift, bringing it to her nose with a pleasant hum at the aroma. “Very well, my King.” Peach kept the gift close to her chest. “I will gladly accept this proposal of yours. But still, I must say, I know so very little of your kingdom.” She thought about where to take this conversation next. “How about we talk about this all over dinner? Just you and me. Nobody else.”

Bowser’s gasp was hardly quiet, as his excitement bubbled up within him. Fist to his chest, he bowed. “It would be such an honor and a pleasure, my Lady.”

Princess Peach shook her head at his gestures. “There’s no need for formality anymore, King Bowser. Just call me Peach.” Her gloved hand touched upon his shoulder, lighting a fire within him that was hard to ignore. “And there’s no need to bow either. I promise, it’s alright.”

For the first time in forever, he smiled in return. “Then yeah. Same for me. Please, just call me Bowser.”

“Bowser it is then.” Her fingers twirled about the rose, reminding herself it would be for the better that she put the flower somewhere safe. Even if it was spawned by magic. “One of my guards will take you to a spare room in my castle.” It was there she turned and headed back inside. Beckoning to one of the Toads, she relayed the orders to him before her eyes laid upon the king once more. “I am to assume you’ll be staying the night at the very least?”

He was so lost in her vision. Never had he been able to be so close to her without her recoiling in utter fear or disgust. She was looking at him as though he were her equal. If he could cherish this moment forever, he would.

Peach found his silence odd, making her worry he may have been offended by the offer. “Bowser?”

All it took was her soothing tone to beckon to him. “Y-Yes! Of course. I would think a week would be more than long enough, if that’s not too much of a burden.”

Peach smiled, shaking her head. “No trouble at all. I will see you at dinner then, Bowser.”

Bowser and Kamek reunited, making their way to the lavish bedroom they would be allowed for their week stay. The entire room was a beautiful white marble with power star designs tucked away at the top of some of the pillars. A rug was the only thing separating the two canopy beds, making it appear as though it perhaps were an extra bedroom for some visiting royalty.

When the doors closed, leaving them alone, Kamek hurried to his king’s side. “A week?!” he asked in a raised whisper. “Sire, I appreciate your dedication to your heart, but… it would be wise to make certain we don’t test the limits of this power! That crown could possibly only do so much!”

Bowser was careful when he touched the Super Crown, not wishing for it to be removed so soon. “It’s fine, Kamek,” he grumbled, trying to ignore the old man’s worrisome attitude. “I know what I am doing. Besides, you have magic that can spawn a better bed fit for my actual size—don't you?”

The old wizard sighed, nodding. “Of course I do. But that’s beside the point! If you truly wish to have the princess’ heart, it is wise you don’t push things too far too soon. We still need to have moments to return home. What if the crown is akin to a power up? You could take damage or the power could be exhausted to where you could return to your actual self before her!”

“I know the risks!” The King roared angrily, prompting Kamek to be silenced. “But, it would take quite a bit of strength to ever wound me and release any hold a power up could be placed on me. As for its limits, magic can rest just as we do,” Bowser insisted with a low growl accompanying his words.

Kamek could sense he had lost a part of the king somewhere down the line. It made him feel dreadful. Bowser was no doubt drunk on the very thought of having Peach for himself. “I must say, I am surprised you granted her your true name.”

Pushing from the bed he had sat upon, Bowser made it over towards the vanity in the bedroom. “I know.” Again, he was trying not to be mean to his own adopted father in the matter, but to say he was intoxicated on the day would be putting it mildly. “I know what they say… that there is power in a name, and no matter where you are, magic can easily reach you to do more harm should anybody in this world have it.”

It was there he boldly removed the crown to watch as he turned back into the giant, hulking beast that laid underneath it all. Smoke huffed through his nostrils as he continued.

“But if I trust anybody with my true name, it would be her.” His brow furrowed, staring down his reflection that he still saw as imperfect. “Besides, I am no coward. I will tear apart any and all who dare try to take me down.”

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That one week became far longer, as the king couldn't help himself when it came to entertaining the princess in hopes to obtain her heart. He did everything he could to distract her and her peoples’ minds whenever he had to actually go back to the Darklands to tend to something. Never did he want a sliver of the truth to bubble to the surface.

The Koopa King couldn't help but enjoy the stories he fed her. While not all of what he said was fictitious, he left a good bit of the lava part out when it came to his kingdom. That should be enough to throw her off from the truth underneath it all.

“All these talks about how you have such gorgeous cherry blossom trees and a pond full of multicolored Cheep Cheeps…it makes me wish I could have a moment to spend with you in your kingdom.”

Hearing Peach say such a thing, the king swallowed his fear. “More than anything I would love to, but now would be a bad time.”

He was running out of excuses. Even with having his troops at his side under their own illusion veil, Bowser was worried when the cover might be blown. The Koopas were awful at trying to act like humans. To excuse away their awful hunched over position, he just said the majority had been through a lot, but were still willing to fight.

Peach gave him a playful side eye, sighing shortly after as she knew another excuse was coming. “And how will the Mushroom Kingdom protect yours if I am left in the dark as to where it could truly be? Would you not wish to have a warp pipe put in place so we could always be connected?”

All the things he dreamed of her saying were being spoken before him, and yet, he had to keep denying her. It made him frown, thinking of the best way to talk to her about things he really wanted to know.

“Princess, may I be personal with you for a moment?” He reached over, taking her hand within his own. Over the many days they had spent together, Peach had warmed up to the thought of this strange king holding her hand in such a way. There was not a single part of her that fought him on the gesture.

She tilted her head, fingers gripping his own hand rather tightly as if to offer some form of reassurance. “I am listening.”

They were alone in the royal courtyard. That would be enough. 

“I was curious—seeing as I’ve heard why the Koopa King continued to speak with you so often—is there a reason you do not return his love?” He tried not to sound so defeated asking that, but his expression faltered all the same. Bowser worried what her answer may be.

Peach sighed, as if frustrated to be confronted with such a question. Her hand slid from his as she ventured over towards the fountain not far from where they stood. Gazing down at her reflection, she blew a sigh out of the corner of her lips. “That beast thinks that forcing me to love him will do any good to the two of us.”

Bowser bit back the desire to tell her that it was the only way to get her alone. Hearing the title of ‘beast’ made his heart twist in agony. “Sounds to me like you view him on the outside as a monster.”

“He is a monster to me because of the way he behaves!” Peach snapped, as if offended the king would think her to be so shallow. She turned, hand upon her bejeweled chest as she continued, “The Koopa King could look like any creature in this world, and I would gladly consider his love, if he wasn't so selfish and stubborn!” 

“And… what about me? Have I been a monster to you these past several weeks?”

Peach found the question odd as she approached him, grabbing his hands to hold them tightly. “Why would you ever think that? It’s been a delight to get to hear about you and your people.”

The truth hit him far harder than he expected. Breathless, he found himself fighting over the thought of just keeping the crown in place and ignoring his past life. But one way or another, he and herself would have to face the truth.

“I wish I could continue with this.” His tone was heavy with defeat as the desire to be honest was eagerly winning out. Moving his hands from hers, he took a few steps back. “But, will you continue to believe me if I told you that I love you too much to continue this lie?”

“Bowser…?”

His fingertips reluctantly grabbed the Super Crown, removing it from his head to allow the illusion to fully melt away—Kamek’s powers as well. The sight of it made Peach recoil in horror as she backed away in fear of what he would dare try to do with her now.

“You…!”

It was a nightmare. Her eyes no longer held joy and admiration—they, once again, held nothing but fear and disgust. She was gawking at him with such horror that all the beautiful moments the two spent together were melting away into oblivion. He couldn't help but feel as though she lied. That it was indeed this version of him that she hated.

Maybe if he were a beautiful human king… this would all be different…

“Forgive me. I can’t stand to see you looking at me like this. I promise to merely grab my things and leave.” Bowser placed the crown back upon his head, making it easier for him to flee from the scene without drawing attention to himself.

Peach could hardly get a word out to him as he seemed to run back to the castle in hopes to warn Kamek and see to it that his people as well left and were all safe. She hurried after him, calling for the guards to see to it that her own swiftly put in place plan could be set in motion before it was too late.

Bowser just needed to make sure that Kamek was at least the first one out. While he knew that the old wizard could handle himself, Bowser still would prefer to be the last one to head back home in case something went wrong.

There was no knock at the door. It merely swung open as Peach made her way inside. “You ran off before I even had a moment to talk to you.”

“Your voiceless expression said enough.”

“I was in shock!” Peach insisted, grabbing his hand to make him stop with the nonsense. “You lied to me…So what else did you lie to me about? Were all those sweet things you said to me a lie as well?”

Bowser recoiled in disgust. “Of course not! I meant every single one of them!” He huffed through his nostrils. “In fact, I’ve said them before to you when you only saw me as a monster. You just never bothered to listen!”

Grabbing onto the spiked collar, she forced him down to her level to where their lips met.

The king’s eyes widened, not expecting such a bold action. In fact, he half expected her to slap him. The joy within his body nearly brought him to his knees, but he dared not move in fear she would regret her actions. The kiss was simple, a mere act of honesty before she pulled away just a bit to look into his burning eyes once more.

“I am listening now,” she whispered, allowing Bowser’s lips to taste the warmth of that sentence.

Still, the negative voices were loud. “Only because I look like this.”

“No,” Peach scoffed with a shake of her head. “Only because you showed me a better side of yourself.” It was there she reached up and knocked the crown off to the side to prove her point.

The crown didn't shatter. It merely rolled upon the ground as the magic released its hold upon Bowser, prompting him to transform back into the fire-breathing Koopa he was underneath it all. He almost felt naked in the moment, had it not been for her sweet kiss earlier to subdue the tension a bit. It was there his claw curled under her chin, urging her to gaze upon him all the more. 

“It will prove a challenge to kiss you like this but…” The flat of his tongue rolled across the nook of her neck, as his hands went to work removing her dress without destroying it in the process. “...not impossible.”

Peach tilted her head to the side, a small moan slipping from her lips in the process. As her gloved fingertips caressed his scaled body, she couldn't help but do her best to urge for more.

Bowser was too drunk on the moment to question whether this would be a good idea or not. 

When she felt him about to pull away, Peach found her lips trailing down from his broad chest to his stomach and beyond. “We will be left alone.” Upon her knees, she winked up at him with a teasing smirk. “I made certain of that.”

He couldn't think straight after such an honest admission. Even with her gentle touch, it was more than enough to light a far more intense fire in his belly as she continued. Bowser closed his eyes, soaking in the trail that her caress left. The moment he felt them upon the base of his cock, he huffed through his nostrils.

“I would hardly think you to be in pain,” Peach teased, letting her lipstick mark every inch of him as she trailed from base to tip. She admired the interesting texture that caressed her lips in return. It was erotic in its own way.

“Hardly in pain,” Bowser confessed, his hand removing her crown in return so that he could fondle each gold strand in loving want. “More as though I am embraced in a dream I never wish to wake from.”

“It is quite the dream if we are both sharing it.” Her palm stroked the underside of his erection, only for him to grab onto her wrist and urge her away. It shocked her, making her assume she did something wrong.

The tip of his claw touched the gloves she wore. “Remove these. I want to feel every bit of you.”

With a smile, Peach did as he asked. The gloves accompanied her dress. She resumed what she was doing.

That euphoric warmth made his teeth clench as his palm rested on the back of her head and urged her lips to the tip of his erection. Even though she knew what he wanted, Peach played against him a bit. The way the princess saw it was revenge for times past.

But she could only fight him for so long. Her tongue flicked across the head of his cock before finally letting her mouth tend to it with a throaty moan that could easily be heard.

With a vocal cry of pleasure, the Koopa King nearly fell to his knees. He remained firm. He let her adjust to the size of him before guiding her head up and down on his length. The tight warmth of her throat embraced him soon enough, and it was there he worried he may cum far too soon.

Was he that needy for her all this time? It wouldn't surprise him, but he was hardly sober minded to think too deeply on it all.

Her hand caressed his sack in the process, and while she couldn't make it all the way to the base of his erection, it hardly mattered. Beautiful blue eyes stared up at him through her heart shaped bangs that were a bit of a mess about her features. It was there she steadily pulled back to the head of his erection with a lewd pop of a sound when she finally found her throat and mouth freed.

The string of saliva broke the connection that they had until the king found his palms on her shoulders and urged her onto the rug that decorated the floor. He didn't care where they were. He wanted her. He needed her.

It was her turn to trail her fingers through his hair, watching as the fiery red strands slipped through her caress. “So impatient. Like always.”

“With you, it’s hard to remain patient,” Bowser insisted, his own hands trailing over the perfect curves of her body. He found himself enjoying as her skin seeped through the tight hold he had upon her, as he guided her closer to the head of his erection.

Maybe she felt some sort of nervousness to the act. But all the same, she reached up and touched his cheek to try and settle whatever worries he may have had. “I can handle it,” she whispered, breaking down whatever barrier of doubt there was between them all the more.

His grip tightening upon her hips, he felt the sweet, erotic kiss of her entrance touch upon the head of his cock before urging it ever steadily down the length of him.

Peach arched her back off of the ground, a sharp cry of ecstasy filling the room as the ridges of the Koopa King’s cock encouraged her own euphoria all the more. The erotic knot within her stomach tightened blissfully as the king assisted her small frame upon his length. It was a lustful dance that had her lidded eyes gazing drunkenly up at him.

Both of their breathing grew louder and closer together where neither one of them needed to speak a single word in regards to how they felt. Bowser could even feel the warm squeeze upon his sensitive length, knowing she would cum soon.

He inched forward, sheathing himself completely within her as he pressed his forehead against hers. Lips curled as he felt himself unable to keep his climax at bay for much longer, and it was there the warm rush of his release filled her to where his cum seeped between their connection and marked her inner thighs and the rug beneath them.

“B-Bowser…!” Peach cried out in pleasure, as her own orgasm uncoiled within her body and allowed her to mark him in kind. A pleasant sigh hissed through her clenched teeth as her fingernails pricked at his skin while riding out her orgasm.

The king caught himself, not wishing to accidentally crush her with his weight as he hovered over her with sweat beading from his brow. He was assisted in returning to himself when Peach’s bare palm caressed his cheek.

“Was it everything you wanted, my King?” she asked, her words weak from the aftermath of it all.

He took her hand, keeping it there upon his cheek as he wished for it to remain where it was for as long as she would allow. “Everything and more, my Princess.” His lips found their way to her cheek, and then to her neck where he held her tightly there in a loving and protective embrace.

END

[the-blind-geisha]

You're the Inspiration - Chapter 21

The moment she got inside, she settled down on the bed with a weary sigh. Noticing King Boo placing the storybook on the nightstand, her eyes met with his.

“There was more in there.”

There was a subtle ‘hmph’ that rumbled in his massive body. “You can read it another time.”

“Not alone,” she insisted, making him grant her a curious expression. “I think it’s better if you read along with me.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s your story too,” she reminded him firmly.

“Not my side of the story, but yes.”

“Then speak your side if you want to after each chapter.”

King Boo huffed a bit at that insistence. “I already told you my side.”

She brought the tea closer to her chest, wishing he’d stop being so stubborn. “Yes, but now your friend has her view on things. Do you not wish to listen to it?”

His eyes shifted about, reliving small bits of the past once more when the two had their falling out so long ago. It was still painful that those memories wouldn't crumble and die. “No.”

She frowned, puffing out her cheeks a bit in annoyance. “I think it’s only fair if you at least listen and hear things out from her perspective. This isn't about you trying to make amends with Princess Rosalina—it’s more hearing what she has to say about everything.”

King Boo rolled his eyes, feeling like he was being scolded already from someone that he hadn't even gotten to accept his proposal. “Fine. When you’re better. For now, it’s wise that you rest.”

Putting the tea down off to the side, she could only agree. She was exhausted, ready to sleep after the insane events of the day. The moment she was lying in bed, the king made sure she was comfortable before taking his leave of the room and the mansion.

Chapter 21

[the-blind-geisha]

You're the Inspiration - Chapter 20

She fell to her hands and knees, inhaling shakily from the memories that shouldn't even be hers. Covering her face, she struggled to lock them away, pretending they were all hallucinations and nothing more.

“Are you okay…?” Booker asked, floating a bit closer when he noticed she was crying.

Her hand grabbed the necklace hanging from about her neck as she coughed, struggling to breathe for a moment. “I… I refuse to believe that…any of this is true…!” Flinching from the memories that continued to replay in her mind, she felt the tears crawl down the sides of her cheeks as she shook.

“So he told you?”

Hearing that voice once more, she looked up from where she was trembling on the ground to notice that talking puppet once more. “Y-You again…!” Her teary vision saw the book he was holding. It was the storybook that often appeared and disappeared in the bedroom she slept within.

Geno’s eyes closed, as he placed his hand on his chest. “Forgive me. I realized I didn't introduce myself before. You can call me Geno, the Guardian and Warrior of the Star Road.”

Booker floated closer to the talking puppet, making that impressed sound all young children often did when entranced by something new. “Is it a haunted doll? Is a boo in there?” Booker couldn’t help but gently poke at Geno with his paw, prompting Geno to raise his hand to catch it with a smile and sweet dismissal as he was well aware the boo was just a child.

“I suppose ‘haunted doll’ is a bit correct. But I am not a boo, no. I am a luma, just borrowing this form that my Higher Authority offered me.” He still dared not to say Rosalina’s name. If anything, he wanted to do his best to keep her out of this and not sway the soul within the woman.

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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 17

Attempting to pull away from the conversation, she looked back about the beautiful island. She noted a few sleeping piranha plants in flower beds and wandering goombas as well. Her hand clasped to her chest, she tried to keep her distance even if the goombas were staring rather alert in her direction.

“I am going to assume the Whomp King doesn't have control over these minions, huh?”

King Boo floated past her, as if encouraging her to follow him up the nearby path that would lead to the fortress ahead. “He does to a degree, but it’s because I am here they won’t try anything clever.”

Noting the intense glow in the king’s eyes, the goombas nearby scattered the second they saw it. It allowed for the two to traverse up to the castle looming overhead. A few idle thwomps remained locked in place just over the road leading there. She couldn't deny it was a bit unnerving walking under them, as she knew all too well that they could slam down and crush anybody weak enough if they wanted.

But whether they too knew better or the Whomp King demanded they stay still, it was hard for her to say. Soon the two were standing before the marvelous structure.

It was a beautiful stone castle with red roofs and spires. The windows were made of stained glass, making her curious how a being of stone would be fine to live in such a fortress. As the two made it to the front of the building, she found King Boo just floating there—staring at a wall.

“Something wrong…?” she asked, finding it odd he was looking at nothing.

“Move aside,” he ordered, but she could tell it wasn't directed at her but something else. “He should know I am here, unless your leader failed to deliver that message.”

It was there the stone wall came alive. The eyes and mouth of a whomp appeared on the building and a low grunt of sorts could be heard. If it wasn't a king before it, the being probably would have spoken back in retaliation, but it knew better. 

Hand to her chest, she recoiled as she was not expecting a whomp to just seemingly appear from the building wall itself.

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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 19

She sighed out her relief. “Goodness. I was unaware beyond Boolossus you had other things to protect your home.”

“It slipped my mind that they had forgotten my orders, it’s been so long since anybody ventured through the front yard. Bone piranhas don't have excellent memories beyond taste and smell, and even that can be debated. My apologies.”

Looking the bone piranhas up and down, she noticed how subdued they suddenly became. Almost like calm pets that didn't mean any harm. “What are their names?”

“Bubbles and Cricket.”

She stifled a small laugh at hearing such cute names for two fierce looking piranhas. “Really?” At that point, she couldn't help but get down on her knees, wondering if they would be less likely to snap at her if she was a bit lower to the ground and less frightening in stance.

“Don’t look at me like that,” King Boo scolded with a teasing sneer. “The boo children named them. Not me.”

“Which one is which and how can any of you tell?”

“Cricket is missing a tooth, and Bubbles is not.”

Spying one of them (appearing) to look in her direction, she outstretched her hand just to see what it would do. King Boo hadn't told her not to, and if anybody knew their behavior the best, it would be him.

“That one is Cricket,” King Boo said, noticing the one coming closer to her.

Cricket’s mouth inched towards her open palm, moving it against the skin to look for something. It was no doubt searching for food, but upon finding nothing, it pulled away. It didn't stop Bubbles from getting closer in interest too in hopes for something. That one seemed far more energetic in its search for a treat, and once finding nothing, it huffed in a way that almost made it sound like a sneeze.

“Sorry to disappoint,” she chuckled, realizing they were indeed looking for food in her hand and not her attempt to have them adjust to her smell.

“Boouie will feed them later. Don’t worry about giving them anything,” King Boo insisted.

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Taking Princess Peach’s advice about what he should do next, the Boo King found himself back in his bedroom, staring out at the sky from his balcony. The stars continued to glisten one by one, as a memory from the past resurfaced as if he were reliving it again.

Looking to the empty space beside him, King Boo could swear he could see her even now in a spectral form gracing his presence.

But she did not look in his direction, proving it was old memories that continued to hide in the walls of the mansion and reappear like whispers on the wind. If there was one thing he could be haunted by within these very walls, it would be the memories of the past.

Gwenevere’s hands gripped the old railing of the balcony, staring up at the same sky he stood under even now.

“Even now, you still cherish something you cannot see as opposed to me?” King Boo could hear himself speaking to her, and while his mind cared not to bring himself back into the scene, he could see a rough outline of the body he once had.

The woman laughed to herself, shaking her head. “It’s… hard to explain.”

“Then do your best to explain it to me. I want to understand.”

“I feel like.. I’ve known her my entire life,” Gwenevere answered. “And.. while I wouldn't call it romantic love, I still feel so close to her whenever I see the stars or anything like it.” Again, a heavy silence filled the air as she continued to gaze up at the night sky.

“Is that so?” King Boo asked, recalling the weak warmth of her hand when he touched it that night. “While it would be easy to guess what you’d like for your birthday, I will go ahead and ask anyway.”

“You’ve given me enough,” he remembered her playfully scolding him. “I’d say just living one more year would be a fine enough wish on its own.”

“I’m not that type of god, my dear,” King Boo recalled warning her. “I guide and give rest to the dead. I cannot stop death.” There was a part of him, even now, that felt pain having to remind himself of that fact. “But I can do my best in that regard, and that’s all I can promise.”

Gwenevere just smiled, as if accepting that answer as well as her fate.

“Now, give me an idea that I can fulfill,” he grumbled teasingly, hoping to shift the weight of the atmosphere.

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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 14

Whatever overwhelmed her only took a bit of bedrest to be rid of it and back on her feet. Much to her dismay, however, the king forbade her from ever returning to the courtyard.

“You’re limiting my places to go,” she remembered telling him.

“If you can prevent yourself from going to the graveyard, fine. But I do not need a repeat of what just happened.”

She remembered the melancholy in his words when he spoke such a thing. Knowing it had to do with Gwenevere, she refrained from fighting him on the matter.

Alone with her thoughts for a minute, a boo phased through the wall of her bedroom to greet her. “Hellooo, human! I am JamBoolaya, here to escort you to the King.” They floated closer to her, smiling in a way to try and ease the tension in the room. “I usually work for Boodles, but the King called on me specifically for this.”

A part of her wanted to say she could have guessed that first part, what would the food name, but she merely gave a halfhearted smile at their greeting. “It is a pleasure. I am—.”

“No need! No need!” they expressed, wiggling their arms in the air. “Everybody here knows who you are.”

Moving her lips inward, she nodded with a raise of her brow. “Mm, yeah. I tend to forget that part.” It was still hard to believe as so many boos were under King Boo’s control.

JamBoolaya excitedly hopped about in the air, heading over towards the door to go right through it, encouraging her to follow behind him. “Sooo how are things going with you two?”

It was such an awkward thing to ask. Miserably was the first word that came to mind, but she paused on offering it. “I don't know, really.”

The boo playfully spun around in mid-air, making a confused whistle of a noise. “Mm? You don't know?”

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The Bride of the Four Horsemen - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - The Red Rider of Blood - War

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When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, “Come.” And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him. 

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I opened the doors leading to the control room in haste. The front of the airship was seemingly only accompanied by Ignis and a few others who pledged themselves to us and our cause. Hearing them open, my husband turned to greet me. Even without sight, there were times he always surprised me with how acute his other senses were.

“Where is Noctis?” I asked, breathless from my swift and exhausted run through the airship. 

“Fociaugh Hollow, my Bride,” Ignis answered, his tone harboring concern for my own. “He was looking into a small lead in regards to a powerful daemon he hoped to quell.” He met me halfway, opening his hand for me to take. “Is something the matter? You sound.. distressed.”

It was a dream. That’s what I had to tell myself, but there was some truth buried within that ‘dream’ that had me rattled to my core. My fingers caressed his open palm, trying to find comfort in his presence alone. “I had a vision of sorts.”

Ignis’ lips thinned as if already dreading what I were to say. Seems without me even speaking that horrid man’s name, he knew Ardyn was possibly involved.

“I was… I was warned that something could be happening to Gladio in Altissia at this moment.”

“Who warned you of this?”

I shook my head at his desire to pry. “It matters not! What concerns me is that they could be right. We have more enemies there than friends, and I was told only that he ventured with Aranea there for—for something.”

Ignis hummed in thought, glancing away to collect his thoughts on the matter. “He never spoke with me about this. I was even unaware he was heading there to begin with.” There was a bit of pain laboring his tone as he spoke.

I understood why, as those two seemed to share a lot with one another. Just as Ignis and I had our fair share of secrets, I wouldn't doubt those two had the same.

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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 15

Birds chirping.

That felt like such a rarity compared to the crows she could remember crying outside the mansion windows every now and again, accompanied with the whistle of the wind against dry branches.

Her eyes opened, finding herself inside of what felt like a quaint little cabin as the sun’s golden light poured through the window.

It’s a dream , she thought to herself, as there was a part of her that truly believed that to be so. Moving from the bed and out the front door, she ignored the fact she was in a white gown with no shoes on to spare her from the ground beneath her.

She kept telling herself it was a dream and nothing could cut or harm her bare feet, but as she continued to walk down the path and find it merging into the grassy forest, she could feel the texture of every stone and every blade of grass—her skin even tasting of the dew drops that kissed her body in passing.

If it was a dream, it was a vivid one.

When the autumn woods finally parted, it was there she saw the small lake and babbling brook that reminded her of the painted world the king gifted her before.

She drew in a small breath of disbelief. Was she trapped within the world or was it something else?

“Did he… put me here?” She wanted to curse the very thought, finding her anger and frustration with King Boo building only to swiftly retreat when she saw the figure of some human standing near the water’s edge.

Their entire appearance almost made them seem like they were a ghost staring down at the water’s broken reflections but the moment she wiped the exhaustion from her face, it was there she saw King Boo merely looking forlorn about something.

She would blame the fact it was all a dream if anything. The mind could play tricks.

“King Boo…?”

Hearing his name, the crystalline eyes turned to look at her. “Seems your soul is wandering here. How… interesting.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, forgetting once more that it could all be a dream. “Isn’t this your world you gifted me?”

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The way he breathed such a question, it prompted her heart to race wildly, knowing all too well what he possibly had in mind.

He leaned forward, his thick tongue caressing against the nook of her neck as a boo like growl rumbled in his throat. “I wish to show you that my words were hardly false. That no matter what, I would still and could easily love you even if behind the same four walls every day.”

Hardly did she doubt him. However, his actions would only speak louder than any words he could utter. At least, that is how the king saw it.

King Boo’s lips curled back, exposing his sharp fangs as he let the tip of them pinch ever gently upon her skin. Shortly after, his blue tongue swept over the area as if to be apologetic for the playful bite he took.

Her fingers curled into his wavy hair, a breath of a moan escaping her as it felt as though it had been some time since the two were able to enjoy one another’s company as this. Didn't help that the pocket world he created was mostly inhabited by his people. Privacy was indeed a commodity that could rarely be given.

The impressive length of his tongue crawled back into his maw as King Boo gripped her chin with his thumb and index finger. It was a tight and dominating hold that she couldn't escape from.

Not that she cared to try.

Closing the distance between them, the Boo King’s lips touched hers ever sweetly but with a ravenous hunger that couldn't be denied. Even if he rarely thought to endure such precious moments with the one he loved, it didn't mean there wasn't a hunger buried within his body meant only for her.

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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 7

King Boo huffed at the remark, spinning around to where he was face-to-face with her. “It was only one time, princess!”

The woman closed her eyes, scrunching up her face as the hot air from his maw felt like a humid gale attempting to knock her over. “How about I tell you what you wish to know while I ask for information as well, King Boo.”

The boo’s lip raised slightly, exposing a row of jagged teeth in the process as he tried to figure her out. “Oh? And what is it you wish to know?”

“I’m aware even one such as yourself has heard about the children disappearing from Darkshire.”

That again.

King Boo knew it was coming given their exchange prior, but he hoped she wouldn't instantly point the finger at him. He wanted to answer in angered protest but he paused—his mind whirling with ideas. “Very well,” he said, his tone subdued. “I’ll allow that the moment you help me achieve what I need. Do we have a deal?”

Princess Peach assumed that was him wanting answers from her about something regarding Bowser. That sounded fair enough. “Deal.”

The king smirked, turning away from her as he headed down the corridor leading her to somewhere in particular in the mansion. “Enough beating around the bush then. I have a woman here in my care.”

Peach felt a bit stunned by that. “A woman? A human woman?”

“Yes.”

Her fingers curled near her chest, wishing she had some sort of item to arm herself with in order to free this woman. “You’re not… going to kill her, are you?”

King Boo sighed exasperatedly. “Half the time I wonder if you humans even know a damn thing about boos and myself with how you behave.”

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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 18

To remember her being able to reach out and hold his hand to him having to be the one to hold it without her support—it was challenging. The worst of it was that haunting melody and how much louder it got as those horrific weeks went onward.

King Boo wasn't certain what was worse: to not know when someone you love would die or when you knew exactly they would.

A soft sigh escaped the townswoman of Darkshire as she wearily spoke, “You don't have to float there ominously, you know.”

“Mm?” His brow rose at her teasing remark. Even if her back was facing him, it was apparent she could tell he was there. “You said the storm bothered you. I am merely… keeping you company.”

She could hear the weird strain in those words, making her roll over to face him. “Is something bothering you ?”

Her own tone carried an odd sense of concern. The first the Boo King ever heard of it in regards to him, making his crystalline eyes look her up and down as if trying to figure her out. “Only one pleasant memory ever filled this bed, and the rest are rotted corpses that I wish would stay buried.”

The woman’s lips thinned as she could understand possibly why, not asking him to elaborate on it all. Realizing overtime how heavy that memory was, no matter how old, she couldn't bring herself to urge him to share about it any longer.

“I don't have to be in your bed, King Boo,” she whispered as a reminder.

“No, if there is one thing I do know about life it is that it is better to replace painful memories with happier ones.” Eyes seemed to shine a slightly brighter magenta as he continued, “Otherwise, you’ll be consumed by hatred and grief to where you will not think straight.”

He couldn't say he didn't know too well what that was like. Luigi had insulted his ego so often that in the last battle he endured with that plumber, he was more than willing to trap them both in a painting for all eternity if that was what it took to get his revenge.

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My Love will Burn Brighter than any Star

Desc: Even if the world would shun their love, Pascal and Vivi continue to thrive ever brilliantly in this war torn world they live within. Nothing and nobody will tear them apart.

In a moment of worry that he may have stolen her wishes, Pascal works to rectify that—to remind his beloved how much he loves her.

A/N: This piece was commissioned by the ever talented Dawn! I absolutely adored writing these two!! Thank you so much for trusting me with them! ♥ Vivi belongs to her!

Pairing: Pascal x OC

Rated: SFW

Words: 7,427

The night was beautiful from what any memory or book could show her.

Small, precious specks of what looked like glittering gems in a sky made of beautiful blues, dazzled many pictures either handmade by humans or old photographs taken so far back in time. Stars, they were called, and so many theories regarding their creation, their lifespan, and mythology lined the pages of the book she held.

She knew of them from her time in the Kingdom of Night, but most of those memories she wished more than anything to fizzle into oblivion. All the same, very few books she was allowed in regards to what stars even were, what their purpose was and beyond.

In the past, she never truly took time to admire such a thought. The sun was always there at her back for better or for worse when passing through into the Kingdom of Day. Now, being the guardian of Pascal’s Village, she couldn't help but find herself restless. 

It wasn't something that clawed at her like the dread that often found her in the middle of the night when she fled from her own place of creation. More her mind and heart worked in unison to stir up the beautiful future that she now would have.

The familiar grinding of gears called to her attention, as the ever gentle voice of her lover beckoned to her.

“Oh, uh, you’re out here? At this hour?” Pascal couldn't help but be a bit confused, as he carefully approached her. “If you need to nap or anything, I will gladly assist you!” While Vivi would nap at different times of the day, it had gotten to the point where Pascal took note of those times. It was a precious moment he valued above all else.

Mainly, because he wanted to make sure he was never disturbed in helping the one he loved to rest for a moment.

Vivi looked over at the machine who, to her, was more than that—he was her savior, her world, her everything. She stifled a small laugh at his concern, opening her hand for him to take.

Pascal assumed that meant she wanted help standing, and without any hesitation, attempted to do so.

“No, no,” she giggled with a gentle look. “Care to join me? I would love for you to.”

The gears in his legs grinded a bit as he took a seat beside her to the best of his ability. Rarely did Pascal ever need a reason to sit, but he had found living with her he was experiencing the need to do brand new things—things he otherwise wouldn't have cared to do to begin with.

“Normally you’re napping by now.” His hands found hers, pulling them close to his cylindrical body. It had become a bit of a habit of his as of late, as if there was something in him that was urging the sensation onward. “Is something troubling you?” It was there his eyes caught sight of the book she held. “Oh, that one is really interesting! I am certain you’ll like it.”

Vivi couldn't help but smile, appreciating his sweet nature that was as constant as the sun itself. “I just thought I would enjoy the starry skies for a moment—even if it can only be in this book. It seems that there was a time humans would wish upon those little stars in the sky.” Her eyes turned back to the sky above. If there was anything she missed from the Kingdom of Night, it was the glittering jewels all above her. “Maybe I’m being sentimental, but I can’t help but think about all those wishes I gladly gave them, hoping for a life like this before finding a lunar tear.”

“Wishing on the stars?” Pascal paused in thought about what she meant. During a moment of silence, it was there the light, which represented his eyes, upturned to show he was smiling. “Kind of similar to those lullabies I once read to the children, right? I believe a lot of them represent wishing upon a star and hoping your dreams come true.”

She had searched through his library of books at times, and while she knew the gist of each fairy tale that was meant for the children to read, all she could do was nod as only a few came to mind. 

“I’ll have to read them someday to the children.” Her feet kicked back and forth as her mind continued to wander. “I am not sure why… nobody really told me about making such wishes on these stars. It was only the lunar tear I knew about when it came to such stories.” She paused, eyes shifting about in thought. “Did you ever just wake up one day and realize there’s a new memory inside of you that almost feels like a dream?”

The question wasn't meant to be seen as literal, but she figured someone like him would catch onto that.

Pascal scratched the side of his face, pondering such a question. “If you mean when I disconnected from the Machine Network…I can’t say I have. Though, reading all the books I’ve been able to find has been very enlightening in a way! I don’t doubt some of those stories have embedded within me somehow.”

There were times Vivi forgot Pascal was a machine. There was so much within him that felt so much more, as though she were talking to a soul that embodied the very being in front of her. Anybody could argue that wasn't the case with facts of the life around them, but she would gladly ignore all of it. Souls must have held some sort of meaning if human beings held them in such high regard.

Maybe he did indeed hold such a precious item within him.

The silence made Pascal tilt his head. “Do the stars give you comfort?”

Offered such a question, she twisted her mouth to the side as if to dismiss the very thought. However, her eyes ventured back up to the sky again, her hand caressing the photos within the pages of the book. “I wouldn't say that.” Giving a playful look at him, she continued, “If there is any being on this earth that gives me that joy and comfort, it is you.”

As if shocked by those words, Pascal shifted back before a soft hum that sounded of excitement rumbled from his metallic body. “That brings me so much jubilation that I don’t think any book could describe on my behalf how I truly feel!” The hands of the machine moved towards her hair. The tips of, what could be described as fingers, brushed against a few loose strands before resting upon her cheek.

Her grasp wrapped about his, holding it close. What any being would see as cold and lifeless held so much warmth and comfort in her mind. “I guess because the lunar tear is so hard to obtain, I can’t help but wonder if the stars can be a better place to send my wishes.” It was there she looked down at the book within her lap. “I just wish even during the day you could see them.”

There were very few things she missed about that horrible place she came from, but the stars were a constant hope shining through the darkness of her life. Vivi couldn't deny she missed them sometimes, even if a new ray of light and hope found her—with first the lunar tear, and then her now husband.

“You can make as many wishes as you want with the lunar tear I gifted you,” Pascal insisted, recalling all too easily the bookmark he gave her. “There’s even the two from our wedding! I am certain that any wish will continue to come true if you keep them close.”

She smiled at the thought. “But I worry of putting too many burdens on that flower. The stars… they’ve burned for centuries, and even if one should die, another is born in its place.” She leaned against him, admiring the view from where the two sat, as she shut the book in her possession with that beloved bookmark being mindful of the page she last left off on. “A flower will wilt and die out, and if one is not careful, the whole lot of them will disappear.”

How Pascal even managed to find the three was a question she had been eager to ask him. But even so, she felt the answer would merely be simple and that only the few remained. That now, such a rare treasure, was in her grasp alone. More than ever, she wanted to take care of those flowers—never burden them.

Holding her close to his body, Pascal could be heard humming in thought. “That is true. But, in the meantime, I can always do my best to make your wishes come true.”

Again, Vivi couldn't help but stifle a playful laugh. “You’ve already done that, and so much more.” Her eyes closed, as exhaustion found its way to her. “My wishes are more coming from that of protection—protecting you, the children, and this village of ours.” She was too tired to really explain herself. She didn't want to trouble him at all with the thoughts she saw as silly.

But more than anything.

She wanted to protect their future together. And, no matter what, she would see to it that happened.

Vivi didn't have to say a word. Pascal knew her well enough by this point to realize she was tired, and the want to nap was upon her. He looked at the book about the galaxies and stars that decorated them, gently pulling it away from her lap to gaze over the pages that she was reading.

“I’ll just continue where you left off, if that’s okay.” The words were said with such gentle joy that Vivi couldn't help but smile as her eyes closed.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That would be delightful, as I get to hear the most precious thing speaking to me.”

Blushing wasn't a thing for machines. But an easy way for Vivi to tell she had flustered Pascal, it was the sudden acceleration of the gears in his body. Even the mechanical form was good about heating up just a bit over its normal rate to send such a hint to her.

It was these simple acts that brought her joy.

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“Are you certain you will be fine on your own for a bit?” It was a question Vivi always had to ask, as she knew Pascal wasn't one to raise any weapon in a desperate attempt of defense. His words were the most powerful thing on his side. Regardless, she often worried what would happen if she walked away from the village just to run a few errands or even make certain nothing came to harm their home.

But she had to protect them—all of them—no matter what. Pascal saved her, and she loved him more than the sun or the moon. He was her own light.

“We should be just fine,” Pascal insisted with his eyes upturned to show he was attempting to mimic the sight of an Android smiling. “I will miss you dearly while you’re away, but I must stay here and make sure the children remain safe.”

Vivi wished she could do both—run errands for the village and protect them—but it was times like these she had to put trust in her partner. Her fingers gripped upon her spear as she nodded. “I won’t be long. I promise.”

The village children began to chant in excited unison with their arms raised in delight. “Auntie Vivi! Auntie Vivi!”

“We will protect your flowers, Auntie Vivi!”

“We will water them as you taught us!”

The joy those simple words meant to her. Just seeing the children so excited to do anything to help her in return was more than she could express. “I am certain Uncle Pascal will be more than happy to help you all while I am away, children.”

Her voice was warmer than the sun, leaving Pascal stunned for a second before returning to the scene unfolding around him. “Oh, of course! I will watch them closely, and aid them with their chores.” It wasn't the proper words he was looking for, but it was close enough to what he meant to say. “Afterwards, we’ll have today’s lesson.” He turned to the children, opening his arms to try and rouse delight. “How does that sound, children?”

There was another buzz of excitement, allowing the anxieties within Vivi to subside. “I shouldn't be long. I will return shortly.” Just as she was about to turn and head towards the Resistance Camp, she paused and hurried back towards Pascal.

The machine was shocked by the sudden change in direction, only to relax when he felt her arms tightly around him. New emotions blossomed within his mechanical form every day when it came to her. Feelings and actions he only read about were almost surging through his core. It felt as though they were becoming second nature, or something he should have realized was within him this entire time.

How a miracle such as her was able to cultivate this experience like she did her garden was a mystery the universe would never unravel. No book would tell such a truth for him either. 

“I love you,” Vivi spoke in a whisper, but even the children could no doubt hear the loving words.

“And I love you, more than the sun itself,” Pascal insisted in return. His eyes closed, as he pressed his face against her lips, imitating that of a kiss.

A small spark ignited between the two as they shared a meaningful kiss. It would be enough to carry her through to the Resistance Camp, no matter how long it might feel being without Pascal at her side.

The children could be heard making a sound akin to giggling, as if they had been silently cheering the two on for quite some time. Even if they were slowly learning the ways of humans and the world around them via Pascal and Vivi’s teachings, there were some emotions that almost felt as though they were there all along.

Reluctantly, Pascal released his wife but not without at least keeping his hand within hers until she was too far away for him to hold onto her anymore. With a wave goodbye, he too did his best to imitate such an act with the limbs he was given before watching as the forest embraced her.

His eyes closed, and what could be seen as a sigh of comfort shook his body. He knew he would see her again.

That was all that mattered to him. 

It was a trip she had made often enough. Besides, she was no damsel. If anybody or anything dared to try and end her, she would make sure they found themselves wishing they never raised their weapon first.

The calm and gentle expression hardened, leaving Vivi very focused and keeping herself occupied on all sounds around her. She had to gather a few materials from the Resistance Camp. It was on her husband’s behalf she was willing to do so.

“Any materials would do just fine, but I’m looking for… certain gear parts,” she remembered Pascal explaining.

“Certain gear parts? Whatever are you up to?”

“Oh, nothing! Nothing! I just have something in mind I wish to make!”

The memory still made her smile as she shook her head. “He’s a dreadful liar at times, but even so—I don’t think I’ll be able to understand what it is he’s looking to craft. Perhaps it’s something for the children.”

While she knew she took a big place in his life, it was the children that he adored equally. Perhaps he wanted to surprise her with the idea later.

The moment the camp came into view, Vivi sighed her relief as she greeted each member one by one in passing.

“Daffodil~! What brings you out this way?” one of the androids asked in a rather sing-songy kind of tone.

“Just running some errands,” she answered with a gentle expression. While she only heard that name around a few about the camp, it was still one she would respond to. Even if Vivi held a higher and more joyful meaning in her mind.

As the excitable chatter rang about the Resistance Camp, there came a gentle voice that called to her in a rather excitable yet soft manner. “Vivi, it is good to see you again.”

“Eh?” Pausing in her stride, it was there she saw Lily not far from the shade of the buildings. “Oh, Lily! It is wonderful to see you as well!” Vivi closed the distance between them so as to not let their talks carry too far.

The resistance leader smiled, head tilted to the side as if she were eagerly awaiting some sort of update from her personally. “I’ve not seen you here in awhile now. In fact, I’ve not seen Pascal either!”

The mere mention of her husband’s name made her grip tighten upon her weapon. Not in a fit of fear or anger—more in loving want to have him close by.

“I can assume he couldn't join you,” she said with laughter in her words, but there was something in the way she was talking that felt as though she were hunting for something.

“Oh, eh, no. I mean, one of us has to watch the children.” Vivi moved a stray hair from her face, as her body warmed at the thought of the ones she held dear.

It was there Lily seemed to be shocked at something. As if, whatever it was she was looking for, she got her answer without a single word.

A ring. A wedding ring… Lily witnessed as the light kissed the gorgeous band in that single act, and while shock stole any words that dared to surface, it was there a gentle breath of delight passed her lips. She wanted to say ‘congratulations’, but perhaps now wasn't the best time for that. 

Lily would wait to see if Vivi ever brought it up first.

“I see.” Her smile brightened, leaving the Flowered Guardian confused for a moment. “You both had been gone for some time, I was about to send someone out to check on you!” All of those worries subsided, and Lily now felt silly for ever fearing the outcome.

Especially after the advice Pascal often asked Rose for in regards to Vivi. She had been told quite a lot, but swore secrecy as who knew what anybody would think of this union.

“So, what can I help you with?” Lily asked. “Is it oil? Minerals? A weapon or two?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you might have a few gears that I can buy off of you?”

The Resistance leader blinked in confusion. “Gears? Seems you’re looking for specific types with that kind of tone.”

It was there Vivi thought of the best way to describe it. “I believe Pascal wanted something that was similar to that of a clock. He said, kind of like the ones that make up parts of his arms, but not too large in size.”

Lily cocked a brow at the description, rubbing her head in thought. “I am going to assume he means something that fits in the palm of your hand, huh?” A smile crept across her lips with a shrug. “If that’s the case, then yes. We have more than enough of those.”

She wondered if she should say something about the ring. It would be easy enough to pass it off as a mere decoration, but Lily wasn't certain how many she could fool with that line alone.

It was there she decided to break the urge to remain silent. “By the way…” She leaned in closer, whispering to Vivi with her hand cupped to the side of her mouth so nobody could dare even read her lips, “Congratulations on your wedding.”

“Eh…? Eh?!” Realizing that she forgot to take her wedding band off, Vivi swiftly tucked her hand into her clothing to try and hide the sight of it. Every part of her body felt like it would shut down. Even her knees felt as though they had locked up.

Shit. Dammit! Of all the times to forget to remove her wedding band, this had to be one of them?!

Even if Lily was smiling, that smile now felt as though it held any meaning. Vivi couldn't think straight. Her voice quieted as she bit at her lower lip. “....Tell no one of this!”

Lily shook her head, raising her hand to do her best to subdue the rising fear she could obviously see and hear. “You need not worry. I won’t utter a single word.” She motioned for Vivi to follow her. “I would tell you that you can stay put while I fetch what you need, but I am sure that will just rouse suspicion about what you’re up to.”

She was teasing. Vivi caught onto that, but also, there was some buried truth in there. The last thing she wanted was to have someone wondering why she was standing there with her hand tucked so carefully into her clothing. No doubt someone would assume she was injured and not willing to speak of it.

Able to find her feet once more, she swiftly followed behind Lily while her eyes looked about the camp, as she was now on high alert. No matter what her mind and body were telling her, she needed to fetch those items for Pascal. “I thank you for this. I know nobody would truly be accepting of such a thing.” 

The Resistance Leader waved the thought away. “You have every right to be worried,” she whispered back. “But as I said: your secret is safe with me. Don't worry about it.” She made it into one of the nearby buildings, sifting through a few of the many pieces of scrap and metal that she had yet to really take note of what could be used or sold. It was there she plucked a gear piece from the pile that easily fit between her index and thumb fingers. “Is this it, perhaps?”

“Yes! Absolutely!” Vivi cheered. “I am certain that’s what he is after.”

Without warning, Lily tossed it in her direction with a playful smile the moment she saw the fellow android catch it within fail. “All yours. How many do you need?”

“I think he said two should be enough, and just whatever scrap of metal I could get my hands on.” Knowing that Lily was willing to part with the gears, she didn't want to feel as though she were freeloading off of the Resistance. “But please, I don’t wish to take all of your precious scrap!”

“Well, you help us out too, you know? Besides, I’m allowed to give away a freebee or two. I guess consider it a very late wedding gift.” It was there Lily playfully winked, stepping to the side to let her look through at her leisure. ��Making something, is he?”

Vivi held the precious gears in her hands before looking through the remaining scrap that Lily had offered. “I am going to assume it is something for the children. Honestly, he’s not told me what it is yet.”

“Strange behavior for a machine, I will say.” Lily tried not to sound as though she were being dismissive of Pascal’s actions. If anything, she was surprised by it. The machine truly proved that love could change any being—machine and android alike.

However, there was a moment that the gentle expression of the Flowered Guardian fell into that of the all too well known hardened look that would make any fearful they may have overstepped their boundaries.

“I mean no disrespect, of course,” Lily swiftly corrected, raising a hand as if to surrender to the very sight of the android. “I just find it interesting that he would go through such lengths for a mere project, is all.”

Vivi relaxed hearing the explanation, the smile returning. “He’s a man of many talents, and whatever it is he wishes to make, I am so very excited to witness the outcome.” Grabbing up the remaining piece she felt would be perfect for Pascal’s private invention, she tucked it all away safely so that nothing would be lost. “This should be all I need.”

Pascal’s thoughts began to race as he watched the children very closely, just to make certain they watered his wife’s flowers as they both taught them. If I could make a field of Lunar Tears, I would gladly do it for her, he thought to himself. But, I wonder what it is she’s looking for when it comes to her wishes.

The memories he had pleasantly stored away surfaced once more as the machine tapped one hand against the side of his face.

So many of those thoughts were pleasant. At least, from his perspective. He always made certain she was happy as her joy meant more to him than anything on this earth. The mere thought of Vivi looking at him so kindly made the machine bundle his hands near his face and try to stifle a joyful noise.

“Oooh~!” he hummed aloud, “I am sure it’s just something I need to give her personally, maybe? I have little doubts she’s unhappy with the life I have provided her.” A sigh reminiscent of love echoed from his body. “With a smile like that, how could she be unhappy? I will do whatever I can to cultivate that smile of hers like she does these flowers!”

“Uncle Pascal. Uncle Pascal,” a few of the children chanted as they approached him.

Returning from his daydreaming, he answered, “Yes? What is it, children?”

“Look what we found.” It was there they pulled their hands away from the item they had been carrying so carefully, showing a flower that had an interesting color to it that Pascal had to admit he had not seen in the garden at all as of late.

He had seen it before during his many years of creation, but not recently.

The beautiful leaves were heart-shaped, as the blossoms looked tie-dyed with blue and white streaks. The center itself almost appeared to be a type of purple in color. “Oh my, that is a beautiful flower,” he praised. “May I see it for a moment, children?”

It was kept in a pot, making certain that it could still thrive as the children were aware of how to move about flowers without harming them. Pascal, more than anything, wanted to be sure that the children knew that all life had a purpose, that no matter how big or small, there was value in everything. When it came to Vivi’s garden, it was the perfect way to teach and show that.

“It’s pretty. Very pretty,” they all agreed, handing it over as he asked.

The moment the precious flower was in his possession, Pascal got a better look at it. He tried to remember the exact name of it, as he often read a lot of the books regarding flora whenever he had the time; especially with Vivi.

“What is it, Uncle Pascal? Is it a special flower?”

“I believe it’s called an Asagao—a Morning Glory, in other words.” The lights within his eyes upturned to express a smile. “I think humans, long ago, thought this flower was hard to come by. So, yes! It is indeed a special flower!”

The children began to make sounds that anybody could see as an attempt to imitate a child’s laugh. They were excited they found something so precious.

“This wasn't the only one over there, was it?”

“No. No.”

It was there one of them pointed towards the flowerbed that Vivi often kept watch over. Much to his relief, he saw that another was just trying to bloom as well. “That is truly wonderful! I am certain Auntie Vivi will love to hear this news.” It was there he walked over to where the flower was uprooted and motioned to the empty spot in the dirt. “Now, we should put it back. It can’t thrive without help from its friends and the world around it.”

“Shouldn't we give it to Auntie Vivi?” They offered, a bit confused as to why Pascal wouldn't want to do such a thing if the flower was so rare.

“Oh, no, no, children,” Pascal insisted with a raise of his hands. “We should let it live here where it belongs. I think Auntie Vivi would like that the most, don't you agree? That way, whenever she comes out here to these flowers, she can be reminded that her hard work created such a beautiful life.”

The children seemed to look at one another, as if confused about something.

“So, come now. Let’s put it back. You remember how, right? It’s like what you just did, but in reverse. Here, I’ll guide you if you need any help.” Once more, he couldn't help but attempt the gentle expression of a smile when it came to the light in his eyes. “Just always be careful. Even if some would think flowers are just plants without a purpose, they—like all things on this earth—need to be treated with love and kindness. They are part of this world. Even if it cannot speak, it would be dreadful to ever harm it.”

Pascal watched closely, mind still wandering back to the Lunar Tear and how he wished more than anything he could give his wife countless wishes and stars to have all her wants and desires come true. When the children finally were able to loosen the soil and be mindful of the roots, he suddenly had an epiphany about something.

“Oh—oh no!” he gasped, making the children pause in what they were doing. Realizing that he slightly startled them, he apologized and waved his hands from side to side. “I-It’s nothing, children! Forgive me! My mind was somewhere else for a second.” He clasped his hands and nodded at their actions. “You’re doing great. Keep it up!”

With the beautiful flower joining the rest, Pascal motioned back towards the shade.

“Let’s prepare for our lesson today. How does that sound?”

“Lesson! Lesson!” They all cheered, excited to know what it would be.

“Mhm! Now, I’ll be with you in just a moment. I need to make sure everything has been taken care of here.” The children wouldn't be too far away from where he was keeping his eyes on things. Besides, he needed a second to think to himself without distressing the children by accident.

When they all hurried to where the lesson would be taught, Pascal tapped the mechanical fingers together as if feeling a bit guilty about something.

“Lunar Tears can only grant one wish… right?” His eyes looked to the bright sky above, wishing he could see the stars. “Did I accidentally steal Vivi’s wishes?”

When he found her, battered and nearly broken, the first wish he wanted was to see to it she made it out alive. He didn't know her, but that didn't matter. Pascal knew she deserved better than whatever fate had tried to offer her.

So he wished for that.

When she asked for him to marry her, he already had one of the Lunar Tears in his possession, and when he found the other, he continued to wish for their union to remain a strong and joyous one.

He sighed to himself, wanting more than anything that he could find another just for her and her alone to have and wish upon if she wanted. “They’re so difficult to find,” he thought aloud to himself, venturing towards the children. “If I could, I would just leave for a moment to search the places where I found the ones I did.”

Shaking his head, he turned his hands into what could be seen as fists. But he was determined to give his beloved bride something she could cherish forever.

“I’ll think of something. I have more than enough time!”

After the lesson was over, Pascal found himself rummaging through many of the books that he read to the children or to himself. There was one in particular he was hunting for, and he was hoping he could remember the name of the right one.

“Simple machines through the centuries…?” He muttered aloud, flipping through a few of the pages carefully. “Maybe this one…” 

If there was one thing Pascal learned, it was that humans often called machines different things. Some of them once were used to help with day to day activities back before his creation while now, it seemed they all mostly referenced his own kind.

It took a bit of flipping through the pages before he was finally able to come across what he was looking for—a camera.

There were so many different versions of a camera, and while he had heard of such a device over the years, he never actually got to have his hands on one. It wasn't really something he needed, but he still thought their creation was an interesting one.

If a painter could capture a single idea with a few mindful strokes of a paintbrush, then a photograph could take an exact copy of a moment in time and let it linger for all to see. There were times he wished he owned one, just to take as many photos as he could regarding the children and his wife.

“If I could make one myself, I’d do it.” He really didn't want to bother the Resistance Camp or Vivi in regards to finding one for him. The pieces he was asking her to fetch for him now were for something completely different. “But what I’m about to make… It kind of needs a photo or something like that.” The thought to have someone get more parts for him to try and make a replica of one came to mind. “Maybe I can find a way to break down the device and its creation if an old scrapped one can’t be located.”

Excitement rang out about the village, as the children chanting Auntie Vivi could be heard from all over. Pascal put the book away on a nearby desk before hurrying out to meet his beloved.

Vivi’s expression softened the moment she saw the children waving and calling out to her from across the bridge. She waved back, smiling only bigger than before when Pascal came hurrying to meet her.

“Oh, thank heavens you’re okay!” Pascal often said such a thing in reflex. It wasn't that he doubted his wife’s ability to handle herself, it was just the world he did not trust.

Seeing her husband, she hurried all the faster to his side. Without a second thought, she found her arms wrapped ever tightly about him with her cheek nuzzling against his face. “I know I was gone for only a few hours, but it felt much longer without you there.”

Hearing such a thing, Pascal’s arms wrapped tightly about her. While he had been lost in his own thoughts, they were all of her. “You were with me this entire time,” he admitted. “There’s not a single moment I’m not thinking of you.”

Being reminded of that tender thought, her embrace only tightened before she reluctantly pulled away. “I got the items you asked for.” She uncovered the gears and scrap that she thought he might want for this project of his.

“Oh, these are perfect!” Pascal cheered in delight, taking them into his possession. “Thank you ever so much, Vivi!”

Hearing the joy in his tone made her heart flutter as she gave that smile that filled his memories rather fondly. “Of course, my dear. Anything for you.”

He motioned for her to follow, heading back to the makeshift home that was created and decorated over the years to be more for him and his wife alone. “I am so sorry to trouble you with fetching these for me, but I couldn't very well make the project without them.”

“No trouble at all, but…” The moment his back was turned to her, she reached out and gently placed her hand upon the large exhaust pipe on his back. “...what exactly are you making?” Vivi was hardly offended that she wasn't told. She just found it interesting he had yet to tell her what his plans for it were.

Hearing her ask such a thing, his words fumbled about as if looking for the right answer without spoiling too much. “Oh, uh… You see… umm…It’s something special—for you—and I can’t have you knowing what that something is, or it will ruin the surprise!”

“A gift? For me?” Her body warmed as she folded her hands near her chest. “But you’ve already given me so much, Pascal. You know this isn't necessary.”

“But I want to!” he insisted, turning around to grab her hands. Looking into her beautiful eyes, the gears within his body began to ramp up in excitement. “I umm.. You know those stories about how humans often kept something precious of their loved ones close?”

She nodded, wondering where he was going with this.

“I want to give you the same thing. I want a constant reminder of myself to be with you—always.” 

The words were so kind that her cheeks flushed the moment she felt his hand upon her cheek.

“Oh! By the way, the children found a new species of flower blooming in your garden.” Pascal grabbed up her hands once more, hurrying her back outside to take her to the mourning glory they found.

The moment Vivi’s eyes laid upon the beautiful flower, she smiled at the gorgeous colors that mixed brilliantly with the rest. Taking to her knees, her fingertips touched the petals and the joy within sparked all the more. “A morning glory,” she whispered, knowing right away what it was. “Oh, how wonderful! The people who thrived her centuries ago believed this flower had gone extinct, didn't they?”

Pascal hummed, trying to recall the information in his data. “I think the words of the books said that it was here on this land that it thrived the best. This type of mourning glory was just harder to come by in other parts of the world.” The lights in his eyes upturned to express a smile once more. “But, given its rarity, I wouldn't doubt that is what the humans believed at one point.”

“But it is thriving,” Vivi said with a smile that made Pascal’s robotic body accelerate with delight. “And I know it will continue to, just as I continue to under your love and care.”

No matter how many times she said it, Pascal had a hard time believing he was so lucky to have found her—to have found and been given her love. “Oh~! Vivi,” he hummed, bringing his hands close to his chest, lacking the right words to even respond for a second. “I must say that I ummm… I need a second to work on your gift! Mind if I borrow some of the children for it? I can actually get it done much faster with their aid.”

Her hands on her hips, she gave a teasing look that almost appeared as though she were scolding him. “All of this for a gift. What are you up to?” 

He swayed from side to side. “Nothing~! Nothing!” It was that same sing-songy response that made her smile and laugh a bit to herself. “Besides, the faster I get it done, the sooner you’ll see!”

“Alright then.” Her words were gentle, merely teasing him all the more with a sigh to follow. But the moment her eyes met with his, he couldn't help but be energized to work on it all the more. “I’ll wait. Patiently.”

It was there he managed to pull out the astrology book he had been hiding on his person to hand over to her. “Here! Read this in the meantime! I promise I won’t be long!”

Without another word, he turned and ran swiftly back to their bedroom.

She couldn't help but laugh once more. The way he was behaving was almost like that of a young man trying to impress his crush. It was adorable, only encouraging her love for him all the more.

Vivi didn't care to keep track of the time. The moment she sat down to begin reading the book, some of the children that weren't helping Pascal came to join her. Reading to them and teaching them about the stars that were once easily seen at night was always a delight. Hearing them attempt to generate the sound of glee always made her smile.

“Auntie Vivi! Auntie Vivi!”

The children that were with Pascal suddenly came running to her, sounding excited about something. Marking her place in the book, she closed it. “Oh my, what is it?” Brushing the grass from her backside, she smiled warmly.

“It is ready! It is ready! Come with us!”

Pascal’s gift was finally done. Her heart was racing as she gripped upon the binding of the book tightly. “Alright! Take me to him!”

The children grabbed her hand and escorted her back to the bedroom, but once outside the door they waved their hands as if asking her to stay for a second. One of them scurried inside, just to make sure they would be okay to send her in.

Waving both hands, they imitated a giggling noise as they waited for her to enjoy the view that would unfold.

The moment she stepped foot into their bedroom, she found her breath stolen from her. There were paper stars made of various colors of paper that hung from the ceiling with string or any material the kids or Pascal could get their hands on. With the curtains drawn to make it a bit darker inside, it tried to imitate the idea of the night she once knew.

“We thought this might help with your desire to see the stars!” Pascal said, stepping to the side to let his wife enjoy the view. “I also wanted to give you something to look up at and wish upon.” He rubbed the back of his head nervously. “I just really wanted to give you something special. Somewhere you can place all your wishes and dreams.”

“Oh my… All of this, for me?” She looked at him, so overwhelmed with emotion she wasn't sure what to even say at first. “Oh, Pascal…”

“But that’s not all!” he interrupted swiftly, holding his hands together as he moved them outward with a bow of his head. When he opened them, it was there that a handmade heart shaped locket appeared in his grasp. “This is what I was working on, but it’s a bit… incomplete!”

She had only seen images of these on humans. Rarely had she seen one in reality. Grabbing up the precious item, she pressed the top button and watched as it swung open to reveal that it was indeed empty inside.

But that didn't matter. Tears welled up in her eyes as she covered her quivering mouth.

“I-I promise when I find or make a camera, I’ll be able to have a picture of us in it! But for now I—.”

“—It’s perfect, Pascal.” Vivi’s words trembled as she cradled the locket close to her chest. “Just knowing you made this is more than enough for now.” She brought it close to her cheek, nuzzling against it. “I will cherish it and keep it with me always.” Extending her hand, she asked, “Will you do the honors and help me put it on?”

Pascal made a sound of delight, taking the chain and carefully putting it in place upon his beloved. He was mindful of her braid, making certain nothing got stuck in the clasp. “There.”

Her hand touched the treasure, looking at him with tears of joy still cascading down her cheeks. “Well? What do you think?”

“You’re as beautiful as ever, and, no matter what…” He rested his face gently upon her forehead, continuing, “...I will always make your dreams come true.”

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King Boo x Reader - You're the Inspiration Chapter 1

It was always ill advised to go anywhere near the woodlands at night. The twisted, bare trees resembled a naked gallow support, ready to hang any and all who dared to walk so freely beneath them. 

Children were notorious for never taking warnings seriously, causing so many to become lost in the haunted forest just outside of town. There was a marketing billboard within Darkshire that now was full of nothing but lost children's descriptions.

For many, it was too depressing to dare to be near while others took it upon themselves to try and hunt for them—only to never be heard from again.

Even if it was hard for her to ever consider doing so, she did take quick glances at the listings pinned there upon the wooden board. Never did she want to see anybody she knew hanging there staring her in the face, as it felt like the woods did nothing but swallow the souls of the innocent.

Nobody new today , she thought to herself, tightening her grip upon the umbrella’s handle. Breathing in steadily and then out, she headed for her house only to be stopped by the sound of someone hammering away at something.

Her eyes caught sight of some Toads working with a few of the human villagers just outside of town. They were trying to repair part of the outer town’s wooden fence. It had collapsed from a dry bone’s attack a few months back.

She shivered a bit just recalling that moment.

“Careful, now,” a familiar old voice insisted. “We don't need any accidents to occur.”

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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 12

The king seemed far more somber than usual. While she had bits and pieces in regards to why that probably was, the townswoman could only allow for her mind to wander on the events that led to him being this way. 

Even still… It was hard to imagine the King of Death to lament over the loss of a mortal. He was constantly in the embrace of death, if not the embodiment of it.

“Unless he wasn't always immortal,” she murmured to herself, only to be caught off guard by the muffled sound of a small boo.

The decorative vase on a table began to wobble slightly as the sounds of whimpering called out to her. Noticing the vase leaning a bit too far to the left, she hurried forward to grab it before it could even fall to the ground to shatter.

There was only one boo she knew of who seemed to like vases. “Booker…?” He didn't respond right away, causing her to call out to him again. “Hey, Booker… wake up! Or at least, wake up if you’re sleeping?” She wasn't sure if that was something boos did, given what the king said about himself.

The mumbling came to a swift end as the boo heard her words echoing faintly in the back of his mind. He called out to her by name as well, moving to the mouth of the vase to pop out. “Do you need something…?” He sounded timid, as if something had upset him.

She put the vase back where it was originally, giving him an apologetic look. “Are you okay? You seemed to be crying in there.”

Booker’s hands gripped the circular opening, wondering if he should say or not. He didn't know her that well and after what happened before with the humans invading the mansion, he only trusted her because the king said it would be okay if he did so.

But if the king said it was fine…

“Umm.. I was just dreaming, I think.”

“Dreaming? So boos can sleep then?”

Booker shook his body, sliding the rest of the way out of the vase to join her in her walk about the mansion. “We don't have to… at least, that’s what da-umm-King Boo says.”

Her brow raised briefly at his small slipup in nearly calling the king his dad. Given how King Boo acted, she wasn't sure how to feel. At first it warmed her as she saw it as something adorable, but now she worried for the young boo that she knew was once a living, breathing child. Especially for one in the embrace of a being that seemed to be acting unhinged and driven by some sorrowful madness. “I suppose you’re still running on instincts of your human child life then, huh?”

 “I guess.”

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You're the Inspiration - Chapter 2

The mansion soon swallowed her up as she followed behind the king of the boos.

Every shadow that stretched eerily upon the floor felt as though it could come alive at any second. Twisted barren tree branch limbs took on the shape of mighty claws in her mind as she struggled to find peace in this new arrangement.

Knowing the other boos were following them, King Boo waved them away. Not a single one stayed, making her curious as to how all of these boos were merely subjects and not one of them had a higher ranking to assist the king.

It didn't hurt to ask. “Are all these ghosts merely your people…?”

King Boo’s eyes glanced briefly to the side to show he acknowledged her, his tongue sliding back into his mouth as he appeared to grimace at something she said. “They are more my friends than my subjects. And if anybody were to harm them, I would be furious.”

The way he placed such a warning on the table, she couldn't help but feel he was directing that at her. “I-I would never, King Boo…!”

Chapter 2