King Bowser Koopa

🔥Ⓑⓞⓦⓢⓔⓡ🔥 ~𝒩𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒 ~𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝑅𝒫 ~𝒮𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈/ 𝒞𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀 ~𝒢𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈/ 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃/ 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃 𝒹𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉 ~𝒮𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑔𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒

(He’s used to being called sir. . . So, why does it make him feel flustered, when Luigi says it?) Yeah, it is a castle, after all. (Bowser mumbles, as he starts walking.)

Alright. (Bowser lifts Luigi into his arms, before standing up, with a loud grunt. He then sets the other down, on his feet, and walks to the door, unlocking it.) Stay close.

(Quite the opposite, although he will be a little scared to let him leave. Bowser would be afraid of the other never coming back, or it all being a trick, to escape.) What do you mean? Is there something that we should do? (Bowser tilts his head to the side, questioningly.)

It’s my way of offering, if it’s something you need or want. (Bowser is definitely rusty, or simply bad at flirting and being romantic.) You know— (When the other leans against his claw, his face goes red and he stares. So cute.)

Exactly. (He gently touch the other’s cheek, with the back of his finger.) To me, you’re pretty cold. So, I suppose, if you feel chilly. . . I would be a good heater. (He shrugs.)

(Bowser can’t help but smile, at the other saying something so obvious to him.) Are you surprised? I mean, I /do/ breathe fire. (He lets out a hearty laugh.)

(Bowser looks surprised, before his eyes soften. He doesn’t even have to ask if he means what he said, because the way he’s looking at him. . . Says everything he needs to.) . . . (He leans forward and presses his nose to Luigi’s cheek.)

(He hasn’t, and it shows. He’s tense and flustered. Now to mention, the sadness in his eyes, when they open to gaze at Luigi.) . . . Yeah. . . (He looks away, before speaking.) Aren’t you afraid I’ll hurt you? (He holds one of his large, clawed hands to him.)

Sometimes. . . (There’s a little hesitation, when he feels the other’s touch, but it doesn’t last long. Slowly, the koopa’s eyes begin to close.) What are you doing? (His voice is a low mumble.)

You’re right about one thing. You’re no princess. You don’t think I’m a monster and were kind, despite me not being the same way, toward you. (A low rumble leaves his chest, akin to an alligator’s. But it doesn’t sound menacing or like a warning. More like. . . An invitation.)

(His heart is beating so fast and so hard that Luigi can definitely feel it.) I— Really? (Bowser’s face is completely flushed. This human has a crush on him, after all he’s done?) . . . Even after everything?

(Bowser blushes and swallows thickly, before rubbing the back of his neck.) Well, um— Thanks, I guess? (He attempts to reach over to the other, but decides against it and clears his throat.)

That wasn’t a metaphor. . . (Bowser raises a brow.) And you like big turtle dragons? Hm? Ha! See! Your face is red! You do like turtle dragons! (He smiles wide.)

Huh?! (Bowser’s jaw drops and his eyes go wide, as smoke rises out of his mouth.) I— Perfect match? Is that what you think? Us? (Bowser shakes his head and drags his hand down his flushed face.)

WHAT?! NO! I— (Bowser drags a hand down his face and sighs loudly!) Stop making assumptions! What if I said you were into turtle dragons, huh?!

NO I DON’T!!! (Bowser yells, only getting more and more flustered!)

Well, you obviously don’t, because you heard wrong. (Queue him blushing.)