pocketseizure
One day Mario will be defeated. Until then, Princess Peach and Bowser make the best of the time they have together.
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“Princess…”
Peach held Bowser’s hand in hers and kissed his palm before placing it against her face.
Bowser leaned down to her. Peach snaked her hand through his hair and wrapped her fingers around one of his horns, using it to pull his face closer. She could feel the sharpness of his teeth against her lips.
He broke away, taking both of her hands in his. “I’m sorry,” he said, a pained look on his face.
Peach shook her head. “No, I should apologize. I thought you wanted this.”
Bowser drew her back to him. He cupped her chin in his hand and, meeting her eyes, said, “I do want this. I want you.”
Peach leaned into him. “Then why are you stopping?” she asked.
He grabbed her waist and pressed her body against his as he touched his lips to her neck.
“I’m worried about the consequences,” he murmured as he trailed a series of kisses across her jawline.
“When have you ever cared about the consequences of anything you do?”
“They’ve sent Mario to bring you back.”
Peach’s eyes widened as she pushed herself away from him. “No! That can’t be true…”
“Peach, what is he?”
“He’s a monster. He’ll destroy everything he sees until he reaches me. He came to this world from somewhere deep underground, and we don’t know how to send him back. We’ve done everything we can to placate him, but he’s convinced that I belong to him. I thought I could escape him by coming here, but… ”
Peach turned away. “I’m afraid I used you. Now your entire kingdom will suffer.”
Bowser hugged her from behind. “I will protect you.”
“Then you will die by his hand.”
“I’m not so easily killed.”
Peach sighed. “I have to go back. It’s the only way to stop him.”
Bowser gently turned her to face him once again. “Then you must return with him,” he said, stroking her hair, “if that will maintain peace. Tell him I kidnapped you.”
Peach pressed her face into Bowser’s chest. “And then what?”
“And then I’ll kidnap you again. As many times as it takes.”
“Will you stay with me until then?”
“I won’t let you leave my side.”
“Then kiss me,” Peach whispered. “We might not get another chance.”
pocketseizure
sparrohawc
So… Is this a thing that people actually ship?
Does the ship have a name? Is it “Powser” maybe?
Please let me not be the only one in love with these two.
*appears with far, FAR too much gusto*
Oh, @lokvahkoor… I believe I’ve found some of your people, darling.
I’m very upset that I can’t find my old Peach/Bowser art from like 2008, but yes I still adore that ship. ಥ‿ಥ
via the amazing El Goonish Shive webcomic.
I totally wrote a fic about this (it’s on AO3).
pocketseizure
blueganon-deactivated20171024
Fireballs are red,
Magikoopas are blue.
Forget about Mario -
Bowser’s the one for you.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
YOU GUYS. YOU GUYS.
LOOK AT WHAT NINTENDO POSTED.
pocketseizure
Peach’s phone vibrated on the cushion beside her. Only one person could be calling her at this hour. Against her better judgment, she picked up.
“PEACH, HEY.”
“What is it, Bowser? I’m kind of busy.”
“YOU’RE BUSY TALKING TO ME NOW.”
“What do you want? Tell me or I’ll hang up.”
“I want to talk to you.”
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“So… Do you like it?”
Bowser stood beside a purple convertible outfitted with a gold grille. A row of chrome spikes lined both sides of the hood.
Peach bit her lip. "It’s nice.”
“Yeah?” Bowser pinged one of the spikes with his claws. It made a bright metallic sound.
“It’s… nice, Bowser, it’s really nice.”
“Because it doesn’t look ‘nice’ to me.”
Peach shook her head. “I’m sorry. What did you want me to say?”
“This isn’t 'nice.’ Nice is when one of your little Toads brings you a cup of coffee, and you say, 'Oh, that’s nice.'”
"I don’t drink coffee.”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“Okay. Fine. You want my opinion?”
“That’s why I asked.”
“I think it’s horrid.”
Bowser crossed his arms and flashed a smile full of teeth. “That’s what I was going for!”
“No, you know what, I don’t think it was. I think what you were going for was 'Look at me, I’m a big badass, tremble before me,’ and what you got was an early midlife crisis. You have no class, no taste, and no sense of shame.”
Bowser scowled. “Damn, Peach, don’t hold back.”
"Why are you always spending money on such ridiculous nonsense?”
“You’re asking me why I spend money on ridiculous nonsense?”
“Quite frankly, it’s embarrassing.”
“You know what’s embarrassing, Princess – those stained glass windows you just had installed in your throne room. Who puts up a room full of portraits of herself?”
“Says the guy who puts up neon signs of his name on his own castle.”
"I thought you liked them.”
“Bowser.” Peach traced a gloved finger down the polished hood of the car. “Why do you even ask for my opinion?”
"Because I care?” Bowser rubbed the back of his neck.
Peach sighed. “Okay, but why don’t you ask me before you spend money on something like this?”
“Because your taste is as bad as mine. Don’t try to deny it.”
“That’s debatable,” Peach said, grinning as she smoothed down the ruffles of her dress. “When are you going to take me for a ride?”
illmamnim
ruinedchildhood
