WIP Wednesday

[mrsluigivargas]

Look at me, having a postable WIP for Wednesday. That never happens! 😆

Writing this sex-pollen has admittedly stalled because Kamek's got a mini-lore dump that'll be annoying to write, but I've got a few ways of making it less annoying. The simplest of which is slightly adjusting the fic's main premise. For the millionth time. So you know. At least the punchline will be funnier, hopefully.

Anyway, look at the weird-ass narrative voice I started the fic with, lmao. I've got truly no idea where it came from. Writing Bowser's POV just do be like that, I guess.

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This was supposed to be a normal kidnapping.

Or, wait — does it count as a normal kidnapping if it’s scheduled in advance?

...Whatever. Peaches was sitting in a cage all pretty, Red and Greenie were fighting his army to get to her, yadda yadda yadda. Look, just because they had a peace treaty set in stone didn't mean that any of them had to go soft about it. It’d be boring otherwise. Even Peach had agreed during their negotiations.

But anyway, the Marios had burst into the castle at the late end of their estimated arrival time, interrupting Bowser and Peach’s card game (that Bowser was totally winning — don't look at the cards). It wasn't long until they burst into the throne room, too, and then their fight began in earnest. And it was going great! For Bowser, at least. He’d gotten some good hits in, and some good pick-up lines, too, no matter how Peach groaned at them.

He’d just knocked Mario aside, even, to drop a new line he’d come up with that caused Luigi to blush hard enough to miss his next hammer swing, sending him careening past Bowser into the nearest wall. But even as Bowser laughed at how dumb Luigi looked crumpled against the wall, and Peach winced in sympathy at the tangle of limbs he’d fallen into, and Luigi groaned as he righted himself for another try, something was off. Mario...still hadn't gotten up from where he’d been knocked down.

“Oi, Red!” Bowser shouted at him, still raring to go. “You giving up already?”

Mario didn't answer. He got to his feet, slower and more painstakingly than his brother did, and when he was upright he swayed where he stood. Bowser’s smirk fell a touch. He hadn't hit Mario that hard, had he?

Luigi frowned in worry. “Bro...?”