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HI! ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)✨ Ao3 is BigBootyTacos 🥹

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╰─ ♡ about me!

୨୧┇name: it’s a secret 🤫

୨୧┇pronouns: she/her🎀

୨୧┇age: 18😜✨

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୨୧┇color: ･ﾟ* 🎀 𝒫𝐼𝒩𝒦 🎀 *ﾟ･

୨୧┇animal: BURDS! I love parrots :3

୨୧┇songs: I got to many songs to list 😔 but I love 70’s 80’s 90’s 2000’s

୨୧┇anime: i sort of stopped watching anime throughout the years but i have seen recent shows. my favs rn are jujutsu kaisen and Spy X Family. and my fav movie is ponyo.

୨୧┇games: legends of Zelda (breath of wild) (tears of kingdom) in general I really like story games and I play Minecraft, stardew valley, sims, any Mario or Nintendo game, Roblox, etc

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╰─ ♡ interests & more!

୨୧┇likes: 🐹 🎀 𝐻𝐸𝐿𝐿🍪 𝒦𝐼𝒯𝒯𝒴 🎀 🐹 (seriously if you get me anything hello kitty I WILL marry you) I like calico critters, mostly collecting cute figurines and anything mini! XD, I like Disney (old Disney), vintage things, music, art, I LOVE dumplings 🥟, ice cream is my fav, I love cookies, I like to read occasionally and write my own stories (*cough* fanfiction *cough cough*)

୨୧┇dislikes: mushrooms >:C mean people, FEET I HATE FEET.

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┆ ✿ I think I’ll be posting fanfiction and some art

┆ ❀ I don’t think I’ll be on tumbler alot fyi 😔

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Idk if i have the aks thingy, But if I do you can ask questions just be mindful please 😊

[cutiepoototie3]

Chapter 5 is coming

Sneak peek:

"Perhaps, my dear... you need a break. Perhaps love will find you instead of you finding it. If King Bowser is the one... then he will find you instead."

Puffina stared into her untouched cup of tea.

“…Maybe you're right, Nephy."

I know it’s been taking a while so with the wait I wouldn’t mind people asking me questions about the fanfic in my asks thingy. I’m happy to answer or react to any headcannons, questions, or even ideas!

[amy-the-god]

Hi! I noticed you really liked my Bowser fanfic, so thank you so much! I’m always surprised that people genuinely enjoy reading it and look forward to new chapters, so I really appreciate all my readers 💛

And honestly, if you like Bowser, you’re already cool. 😼

I also saw you mentioned not getting many asks, so I wanted to support a fellow writer :3

Do you know the otome game Ikemen Vampire? If so, would you maybe write something with Vlad and the reader? I really like how soft and sweet he can be, but I’d also love to see more of his darker vampire side. I think a gothic/intense vampire atmosphere with him would be really interesting! I’m totally ok with more intimate things aswell if you want more creative freedom on that part.

Thank you! 😊

omg, hi! Thank you, and I've been following your fanfic, and I absolutely love it! I highly recommend it, and thank you for your ask! Tw:rape,Past mentions of rape, Death of the main character (He's just turning her into a vampire too, he's so silly!), kidnapping, manipulation, mentions of death, And everything involving yandere.

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Vlad x F!reader (NSFW)

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You were scared, your blood ran cold in your veins.

Some time ago, after your friend's death, In the middle of the night, You decided To say goodbye to her grave, Leaving some roses you picked from someone's garden on her grave and reflect on the time you spent together, She helped you when things got tough, when no job would accept you, and when they did, your addicted parents stole everything, She was always there when anxiety knocked on the door, or when depression kept you awake in the middle of the night, But now you were alone, with no one to trust.

And then, he appeared.

a boyfriend of hers, whose existence you didn't even know about, showed up on the same day.

He introduced himself as Vlad.

He seemed just as sad about losing her as you were, And understanding his pain like no one else, you returned the next night to keep him company, And in the next one, and in the next one, and in the next one.

Perhaps if you hadn't been so kind, you wouldn't be in this situation.

You should have noticed the red flags, how he only appeared at night, how he seemed to know more than his age suggested, How you've never heard of him even once from your friend, But he was so nice, talking to him was so easy, and his smile was very appealing too.

you were so busy feeling sorry and trusting him; after all, he didn't just lose his girlfriend, but after her death, all the 'friends' he knew left to deal with the grief, Leaving him alone, How could you leave a broken and lonely man alone, knowing what it feels like? knowing the pain of being alone?

stupid of you.

You shouldn't have stayed, and you shouldn't have accepted when he invited you to his mansion, which was now empty, You should have run away, lived alone.

But he promised to teach you how to care for flowers, since you once mentioned that every time you tried to care for flowers, they always died... even if you don't remember saying that

But now neither you nor he were alone now.

Vlad buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing deeply, trying to etch your scent into his mind. You were in his lap, your hands tied behind your back, While he was floating high above the ground, Even if you moved away, you would fall, but he promised you he wouldn't let you fall if you stayed still, which you did.

He never let you go out again after that night, Saying that you would be better off there with him than out there alone, He promised he would take care of you, and so far he has, but you still feared him no less.

He had given you everything up until now: jewelry, clean and high-quality clothes, food you never had the means to buy before, His presence during your panic and anxiety episodes, and his eternal love, just for you.

Perhaps that's why you haven't tried to run away before—the guilt. He takes such good care of you that it's hard not to feel guilty at the thought of running away, Not that you could have done it anyway.

But also, there was that voice screaming in your skull for you to run away, That it got higher every time his hand went too far up your thigh, every time he grabbed you forcefully, every time he kissed you without your consent, Every time he pinned you down on the four-poster bed and thrust himself inside you, ignoring your cries of pain and your pleas for him to stop while he fucked you.

And that voice returns when his hands move up your thighs, under the skirt of the dress he gave you.

"You're so perfect..." He whispers against your neck, caressing your thighs while smiling slightly, squeezing the soft, supple flesh between his fingers, His hands moved up to your buttocks, sending shivers down your entire body. You were scared; even with all his tenderness, he was still forcing this on you, Perhaps it wasn't worth it after all "I love you so much.." He says, looking at you with pure adoration, his smile widening slightly, His hand moved up, tracing a vein on your neck, his eyes darting to your pulse point, while your chest rose and fell rapidly with fear; you had discovered he was a vampire a long Ago, But that didn't change the fact that you still felt the same fear of him that you felt that time.

"...your pulse quickened, darling" He whispers, looking into your eyes, "Are you having another episode, love?" He asks gently, his hands moving to your waist as he pulls you closer.

"Poor darling..." He whispers with pity, but you've learned that this pity was merely pretense "Your head must be so full..." His eyes narrow before he smiles

"Let me ease this up"

And he turns you over, making you scream when he falls back to the ground, laying you down on the library table, You tremble and struggle, tears welling in your eyes.

"No, please! Please, I still haven't recovered from the last time!" You scream, but your screams fall on deaf ears as he pulls your skirt up, Climbing onto the table with you, and bending down, Giving you a kiss on the inside of your thigh, caressing your skin while smiling at you.

"Don't worry, I'll be nicer this time." Liar

He leans in, his tongue leaving a trail along your walls, before he plunges his tongue inside your hole, making you arch your back with a trembling moan, Accompanied by his moans of pleasure, like a starving man eating a meal after years of hunger.

He devours you with all the passion he claims to have, His hands moved up to the back of your back, lifting your hips slightly, his hands squeezing you while his tongue explored deep inside you, While you tremble and writhe, moaning and whimpering, your hands still bound behind your back, unable to do anything against him as he devours you.

Your head tilts back, gasps escaping your lips, before his hand slides up your body, tearing the fabric of her dress, making you let out another cry, While he grasps your breast, looking directly at you as he eats you out, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your chest.

Maybe you deserved it, maybe this was the kind of love you deserved, The love that destroys you, tears you apart without asking.

A knot forms in your stomach, a familiar yet unwanted sensation, making you moan louder, The sensation in both your breasts and vagina was overwhelming, it was always overwhelming, no matter how he did it.

When you finally climax, he pulls away from your hole with a wet sound, His saliva mixed with your semen stained his chin, which he wiped away, smiling at you, Looking at your sweaty, panting body, his smile widens as does your panic; you couldn't take it anymore, nor did you want to, Watching him undo his belt, before leaning in, burying his face in your neck.

"I decided something" He whispers against the skin of your neck, aligning the head of his penis against your entrance, making you gasp in fear, That was never good, never.

"...I don't want to lose you, ever."

He whispers against your skin, and the moment his cock enters you, his teeth sink into the vein in your neck that he was caressing before.

You don't know if the cry of pain that escaped your throat was from the bite, or from the thrust of his penis inside you.

Your head falls back, your vision blurring and slowly darkening, while you hear his muffled voice above you.

"I know it will hurt, love... but soon, nothing will hurt anymore... you'll be like me... we'll be together forever..."

Even with your consciousness slipping through your fingers, the happiness in his voice was undeniable, And even as you were dying, he penetrated you, he wouldn't stop, talking about how you would never leave him, or something like that. At some point you could no longer hear.

But your eyes fix on something before consciousness fades: a vase of roses, just like the one you placed on your friend's grave.

Ironic

Then, everything goes black.

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Thank you for the order! I hope you liked it! And I think after writing this, I fell in love with him, Lol! If you want something different, let me know!

[cutiepoototie3]

Waiting, waiting, waiting... waiting for more chapters of your Bowser fanfic.

😭😭

Its on the way dw twin 🥹🩷

[cutiepoototie3]

Bowser, My Love! I Will Free You!

Chapter 4: The False Bride

Summary:

Bowser’s dream wedding takes a disastrous turn when his “Princess Peach” is revealed to be Princess Puffina in disguise. Tempers flare, truths are spoken, and both kingdoms are left reeling in the aftermath. While Bowser rages against humiliation and wounded pride, Puffina returns home with a broken heart, and for the first time, no plan at all.

Chapter 3 of Bowser, My love! I Will Free You!

Ao3 link —-> click here!

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Bowser, caught slightly off guard, stared at her for a moment. Seeing all of his subjects flocking toward “Peach,” he quickly composed himself. There were more pressing matters to attend to. Planning, the wedding, and getting his mind off whatever strange feeling had settled in his chest.

“Oh gosh, I don’t know what to say! You are all too kind!” Princess Puffina, still hidden beneath her magical Princess Peach disguise, fawned over the attention she was receiving from Bowser Jr. and the Koopa Troops.

“Gee, Princess, you’re even sweeter in person!” one Koopa said shyly, blushing as he scratched the back of his head.

“I knew you’d come around, Princess!” another Koopa exclaimed. “We’re so glad you finally saw our king for who he really is!”

Excitedly, Bowser Jr. jumped in front of Puffina, spreading his arms protectively.

“Okay, okay! Enough fawning!” he declared. “I know Mama Peach is amazing, but I gotta show her around! Come on!”

Before Puffina could respond, Bowser Jr. grabbed her hand and began dragging her away. The surrounding Koopas quickly waved goodbye, sighing dreamily at the thought that they had just spoken to Princess Peach.

“Oh—! Junior!” Puffina yelped in surprise as she was rushed away.

She was dragged across the upper deck where Koopas and Goombas worked busily, steering the ship and loading supplies. Many paused to stare at her in awe as she passed.

Bowser Jr. finally stopped dramatically and threw his arms wide.

“Okay, Mama Peach! I’m gonna give you the grand tour of the battleship!”

Puffina blinked at him in surprise.

Then she clasped her hands together and clapped excitedly.

“A tour?! Oh, how exciting!” she squealed. “Lead the way!”

Bowser Jr. beamed.

“Okay! So this is the main deck! This is where everyone works hard and keeps the ship running!”

He proudly gestured around while Puffina nodded seriously, pretending to absorb every detail.

“Oh! Come on, I’ll show you downstairs too! I’ll even show you Papa’s office!”

He marched toward the large doors leading below deck. Puffina’s eyes widened as she followed.

“Oh goodness! It’s even bigger on the inside!” she marveled.

Bowser Jr. grinned smugly.

“Of course it is! It has to hold me and Papa’s greatness!”

Puffina giggled at the little copy of Bowser.

“Oh yes… your father is quite big, isn’t he?” she said dreamily, blushing as she bit her lip in a way that suggested she meant something entirely different.

Ever oblivious, Bowser Jr. nodded proudly.

“Mhm! One day I’m gonna be as big as Papa. Big and strong like him!”

He flexed his tiny arms proudly.

Puffina’s expression softened as she looked at him.

She had heard stories of Bowser’s troublesome son, but he was nothing like she expected.

“Oh, I have no doubt!” she said warmly. “Look at those tiny muscles! I bet you’ll be even bigger than him someday.”

Bowser Jr. gasped.

“And I’m sure you’ll be just as scary, gruesome, and handsome as he is.”

Bowser Jr. stopped walking entirely.

“You really think that?” he asked quietly.

“Well, of course!” Puffina said. “You’re the one who helped your father bring me here, aren’t you? You’re already clever, sneaky, and full of pizzazz for grand entrances!”

She threw her hands up dramatically as though sneaking into castles was a perfectly normal skill to praise.

Bowser Jr.’s eyes lit up.

“Really?! I knew it! Thank you, Mama Peach!”

He suddenly grabbed her hand again.

“C’mon! I gotta show you more before Papa finds you and steals you away!”

With renewed excitement, Bowser Jr. sprinted off down the hallway.

Puffina laughed brightly as she chased after him.

For the next while, Bowser Jr. gave a grand tour of every nook and cranny of the ship. Puffina marveled at everything.

But whenever Junior wasn’t looking, she would pause to lovingly caress a chair Bowser had probably sat in… sniff a curtain Bowser had probably brushed past… or secretly pocket a strand of hair, scale, or anything else that may have belonged to her beloved king.

Finally, they arrived before a pair of massive mahogany double doors, engraved with intricate carvings and lined with golden spikes.

Puffina’s heart skipped a beat.

She could practically feel Bowser’s presence radiating from the other side.

“Oh…” she whispered dreamily. “This must be your dear daddy’s office.”

Bowser Jr. nodded proudly.

“Yup! Papa’s office!”

He shoved the doors open.

Inside stood Bowser and Kamek, deep in discussion over maps and plans spread across a large desk.

But none of that mattered to Puffina.

“Oh, Bowser!” she cried.

Giggling wildly, she rushed forward and threw herself onto his arm.

“P-peach!” Bowser straightened quickly, trying to regain composure. “Junior! What are you doing dragging her around the ship?!”

Bowser Jr. puffed his chest proudly.

“I was giving Mama Peach the grand tour!”

Puffina clung tighter to Bowser’s arm.

“And it was marvelous! Your son is such a gifted guide~”

Bowser stiffened.

Kamek slowly lowered his glasses.

“Your… Highness,” Kamek said carefully, staring at Peach. “You seem rather… energetic today.”

Puffina smiled far too hard.

“Oh, do I? Perhaps I am simply overwhelmed by Bowser’s magnificence.”

Bowser blinked.

Kamek blinked.

Bowser Jr. smiled.

“See? I told you Mama Peach would like us now!”

Bowser glanced down at his son and, for a brief moment, softened. Junior had always wanted Peach to accept them, wanted some version of a family. Seeing him this happy stirred something unexpectedly gentle in Bowser’s chest.

Looking down again, he found “Peach” staring up at him with a flushed smile.

“Oh, Junior and I had a delightful day,” Puffina said, trying to sound airy and graceful. Unfortunately, she was vibrating with excitement.

Bowser, against his better judgment, smiled.

“Oh yeah? What’d you show her, son?”

Bowser Jr. lit up and opened his mouth to answer—

The doors burst open again.

A terrified Koopa soldier skidded across the floor, helmet crooked.

“Y-Your Highness! Those brothers! The red one and the green one—they’re he—”

SPLAT.

The soldier was blasted sideways into the wall by a fireball.

Two familiar silhouettes marched through the smoke.

“Stop right there, lizard! We’re here to rescue the damsel!” Mario declared.

“MARIO?!” Bowser roared.

Puffina’s smile died instantly.

What in the clouds were they doing here?!

Did they really think she was Peach? Didn’t they see Peach back at the castle?!

“Y-yeah!” Luigi added, trying to look brave. “You let her go!”

Bowser instinctively stepped in front of Puffina, shielding her with one arm.

“First you shrink me down, then you ruin my wedding, now you’re after my Peach again?!” he snarled.

Usually, Puffina would have melted at such a mighty display.

Instead, cold panic crept up her spine.

If those brothers said one wrong thing—

Mario frowned.

“Peach? But Peach is back at the castle.”

Silence.

Every head in the room turned.

Mario pointed past Bowser.

“Whoever that lady is, she ain’t Peach.”

Luigi squinted.

“She does kinda look different now that I’m close.”

Bowser went still.

Slowly…very slowly… he turned around.

His eyes locked onto “Peach.”

For the first time since arriving, Puffina was not smiling adoringly. She was smiling nervously.

“W-what?” she laughed weakly. “I-I am Peach! I’m just… in a different mood today!”

Bowser took one heavy step forward.

Mario and Luigi lowered their fighting stances, suddenly unsure if they should be there at all.

Kamek folded his arms.

Puffina babbled quickly.

“I-I’m actually Peach’s secret sister! Yes! We switch places sometimes! Royal duties and all that!”

Another step.

“I love you, Bowser, so there’s truly no issue here and the brothers may leave now—”

She tried to wave Mario and Luigi away.

Bowser caught her wrist.

Steam hissed from his nostrils.

“Who,” he said darkly, “are you?”

Puffina swallowed.

“W-why… I’m Princess Pea—”

“WHO. ARE. YOU?!”

The room shook.

Puffina gasped.

Her concentration shattered.

In a flash of sparkles and smoke, the Peach disguise dissolved.

Golden hair darkened into cascading rosy-brown curls. The pink royal gown shifted into ribbons, pastel layers, and glittering cloud-kingdom finery. Bright green eyes stared up at Bowser in horror.

Princess Puffina stood revealed.

Bowser’s expression twisted.

“You.”

Bowser Jr. blinked in disbelief. “…What?”

Mario scratched his head.

“So… we came all this way for… whatever this is?”

Luigi nodded slowly.

“I don’t understand anything anymore.”

Puffina immediately brightened, trying to recover.

“O-oh, Bowser! I’m sorry you had to find out like this! But I did it for us! For our love!” She pointed accusingly at Mario and Luigi. “Those moustached pests ruined everything!”

Then she turned back to Bowser with clasped hands.

“Who needs Peach when you have me?”

She reached up, trying to cup his face.

“Don’t touch me.”

He slapped her hands away.

She recoiled, stunned.

“Papa—” Bowser Jr. whispered.

Kamek moved quickly to the child’s side.

“Come, young master,” he said gently. Then, to Mario and Luigi “And you two as well. There is no princess to rescue here.”

Mario nodded once.

“Fair enough.”

Luigi was already halfway out the door.

Soon, the room was empty.

Only Bowser and Puffina remained.

She tried a shaky smile.

“B-Bowser… dearest… what’s with all this aggression? It’s only me, I—”

“SILENCE!”

His roar rattled the windows.

He loomed over her, eyes blazing.

“You sneak into my castle. You trick me and my son… and take advantage of my love.”

The words struck the room like thunder.

Puffina froze.

For once, there was no giggle. No dramatic sigh. No dreamy smile.

Bowser’s chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, smoke curling from his nostrils. His fists clenched at his sides so tightly the floor beneath his claws cracked.

“You made a fool out of me,” he growled.

“I-I didn’t mean it like that—” Puffina began, taking a step forward.

“DON’T.”

She stopped instantly.

Bowser’s glare was molten.

“All I wanted was Peach.” He sneered the name now, bitterly. “And somehow you managed to turn even that into your own twisted game.”

Puffina’s face trembled.

“A game?” she whispered. “You think this is a game to me?” Her voice cracked higher

She pressed a hand to her chest.

“I crossed kingdoms for you. I studied her for you. I humiliated myself for you. I did everything because I love you!”

Bowser barked a harsh laugh.

“Love?”

He leaned down until his face was inches from hers.

“You don’t love me.”

His voice dropped low.

“You love the idea of me.”

Puffina’s eyes widened.

“You love the king. The monster. The power. The story you made up in your head.”

Each word hit harder than the last.

“You don’t know a thing about me.”

For the first time in a long time, Princess Puffina had nothing to say.

The room felt colder.

Bowser straightened, folding his arms.

“You’re leaving.”

Her head snapped up.

“W-what?”

“I said you’re leaving.” He pointed toward the doors. “Now.”

“No.” Her voice came out small at first.

Bowser narrowed his eyes.

Puffina’s chin slowly lifted.

“No.”

Wind stirred around her ankles.

The ribbons of her dress began to flutter as clouds seeped in through the cracks of the windows.

“I did not come all this way,” she said shakily, “to be dismissed like some silly fangirl!”

Lightning flickered behind her eyes.

“I’ve loved you far longer than Peach ever has!” She thundered. Her face turning red hot

Bowser snorted.

“You just said I know nothing about you,” she replied, voice rising, “you don’t know anything about peach!”

“And I know that annoying princess never chooses you!”

“Enough!”

“And I know,” Puffina said, tears gathering her now angry red face “I know enough about you! I know your probably lonely in this kingdom by yourself!”

Bowser stared at her for a long moment.

Then he walked to the doors and threw them open.

“Get out.”

The words were quiet.

Which somehow made them crueler.

Puffina’s lip quivered.

She stood there, pride and heartbreak battling across her face.

She then went beet red in anger “no I wont leave!”

“GET OUT! Your not peach, you don’t know me, and I don’t know you and I want nothing to do with some crazed princess!”

Then with a sharp whimpering hiccup she made a sharp turn and marched right past him.

She looked back as if wanting to say something, her lips quivering open and then snapped shut again.

With that, she leapt from the airship balcony.

A storm cloud caught her below, and she vanished into the night sky.

The room fell silent except for Bowser’s breathing.

Kamek slowly peeked back through the cracked doorway.

“…Should I cancel the wedding, sire?”

Bowser rubbed his temples.

“Yes.”

A beat.

“And double security.”

Another beat.

“…Especially the windows.”

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Princess Puffina did not enter her castle with fanfare.

No dramatic announcement. No laughter. No cloud tricks.

She stormed through the front doors in complete silence, dress wrinkled, hair wild, eyes burning red.

The servants froze.

No one dared speak.

She marched straight through the halls, heels striking the crystal marble floors like thunder, and threw open the doors to her balcony chambers so hard they slammed against the walls.

Outside, the night sky stretched wide and dark.

Puffina stood there for one trembling second.

Then exploded.

“IDIOTS!” she screamed to the heavens.

Lightning cracked above the castle.

“Those STUPID brothers! That horrid Peach! That nosy old wizard!”

She kicked over a flower pot. It shattered below.

“And BOWSER!”

Thunder rumbled.

She pointed a shaking finger into the sky.

“Curse you for never—”

She stopped.

Her lips parted.

Her face crumpled.

“No…” she whispered weakly.

The anger broke all at once.

She fell to her knees on the balcony floor, clutching the railing.

“I can’t curse him…”

Her shoulders shook.

Tears spilled hot and fast down her cheeks.

“He looked at me like I was nothing…”

Behind her, hurried footsteps approached.

“Princess!”

Nepheli rushed into the room in her night robe, candle in hand, only to freeze at the sight before her.

Puffina, usually loud, vain, sparkling Puffina, was collapsed on the floor, mascara streaked, hands trembling, trying and failing to wipe away tears.

“Oh, my sweet girl…”

Nepheli quickly set the candle down and hurried to her side.

“What happened?”

Puffina sniffled violently.

“I made everything perfect…” she hiccuped. “I was beautiful… I was clever… I was Peach…”

Nepheli blinked once.

“…You were what?”

“And he still threw me away!”

She burst into fresh tears and buried her face into the maid’s lap.

Nepheli slowly stroked her hair.

“There there…”

Then under her breath she sighs

“It will be alright princess..”

Puffina wailed louder.

….

For a long moment after Puffina vanished into the stormy sky, Bowser stood frozen in the doorway.

His chest heaved.

Smoke curled from his nostrils in sharp bursts.

His claws twitched at his sides.

Thunder struck in the sky as if to show his inner turmoil. The clouds black in anguish and another lightning cracked through the sky.

Then—

“RAAAAGH!”

The roar shook the entire airship.

Windows rattled. Koopas screamed somewhere down the hall. A Goomba fainted on the lower deck.

Bowser stormed around in his office and looked down at the grand table.

The maps.

The seating charts.

The flower arrangements.

The giant banner reading: BOWSER & PEACH FOREVER

His eye twitched.

With one violent sweep of his arm, he sent everything crashing to the floor.

“STUPID!” Smash.

“FAKE!” Rip.

“POINTLESS!” Crash.

He grabbed the wedding board and snapped it over one knee.

Kamek, wisely standing near the wall, said nothing.

Bowser stomped back and forth, knocking over chairs and breathing fire at random decorations.

“I can’t BELIEVE I was tricked!”

Fire burst from his mouth, setting a bouquet ablaze.

“She touched my face!”

Another fire burst.

“She tricked junior!”

Another burst.

“She was in my OFFICE!”

Kamek quietly put out a curtain with magic.

Bowser grabbed the banner from the floor and snarled at it.

“And I almost married her!”

Silence.

Bowser froze.

Kamek slowly looked up.

Bowser slowly looked down.

Then he hurled the banner through the window.

“WE ARE GOING HOME!” Bowser thundered, storming out onto the top deck.

All the minions scrambled into lines instantly.

“Turn this ship around! Full speed to the castle! Wedding’s off!”

A Koopa timidly raised a hand.

“Do… do we still keep the cake, sire?”

Bowser’s eyes glowed.

The Koopa fled screaming.

Bowser gripped the railing of the ship, staring into the night clouds where Puffina had disappeared but were now full of rumbling dark storms. In an instant the peaceful night had turned into a hurricane.

His jaw clenched.

Why was his heart still pounding?

Why did her words keep repeating in his skull?

“I know you’re lonely.”

“Ridiculous,” he muttered.

Behind him, soft sniffling could be heard.

Bowser turned.

Bowser Jr. stood behind a wooden beam, rubbing his eyes.

His little shell slumped.

“Kamek said… she wasn’t really Mama Peach.”

Bowser’s expression shifted.

Junior sniffed again.

“I liked her…”

Bowser’s anger faltered.

For once, he didn’t know what to say.

Kamek stepped beside the child.

“Come now, Prince Junior. Things are… complicated.”

“But she said I’d be bigger than Papa one day,” Junior mumbled.

Bowser blinked.

Then grunted awkwardly.

“…You will be.”

Junior looked up.

“And stronger,” Bowser added roughly.

Junior smiled a little.

Bowser cleared his throat and looked away.

“Now get some sleep.”

Junior ran forward and hugged Bowser’s leg before hurrying back inside.

Bowser stood silently at the railing once more.

The wind lashed across the deck, sharp and cold.

He frowned deeper.

Why did that make him feel worse?

And second of all… what was wrong with that princess?

His thoughts drifted unwillingly back to the beginning. How she had rescued him out of nowhere. How she had clung to him so shamelessly. How she had looked at him like he was the greatest thing in the world.

He had been grateful, of course. Briefly amused.

But now?

Now she had sabotaged everything. His plans. His dignity. His pursuit of the ever-delicate, graceful Princess Peach.

Puffina had to be fake.

She had to be.

Because who in the world would love him at first sight?

He imagined Peach often, how she would reject him now, only to later realize how handsome, powerful, and romantic he truly was.

That made sense.

But that crazed princess wanting him immediately?

Ridiculous.

Bowser snapped from his thoughts and turned sharply.

“What princess is she? From what kingdom?” he demanded.

Kamek jolted upright, not expecting to be addressed so suddenly.

“Ahem… if my knowledge is correct, sire… I believe she is from the Cloud Kingdom.”

“Cloud Kingdom?”

Bowser’s eyes widened.

Then twitched.

“You mean to tell me the most prestigious, elegant, heavily-guarded kingdom in all the lands… belongs to that girl?!”

His claw tightened around the metal railing.

CRACK.

The bar bent clean in half.

“Yes… I believe so,” Kamek said carefully.

Bowser’s chest rose and fell.

“Great,” he muttered.

Thunder rumbled overhead.

Lightning flashed in the distance.

Then rain began to fall.

Bowser glanced upward.

“…I’ll be in my quarters. Don’t interrupt me.”

He stormed off. Kamek hurried after him, preferring not to be stranded in whatever emotional storm was brewing outside of the deck.

On the way, Bowser passed Junior’s room.

The door was cracked open.

Inside, Bowser Jr. had fallen asleep on the floor beside scattered papers and crayons.

Bowser sighed.

Quietly, he stepped inside, lifted his son into bed, and tucked the blanket over him.

Then he glanced down at the papers.

Drawings.

Peach beside Bowser.

Peach beside Junior.

All three of them together like a family.

Most had been crumpled. Torn. Scribbled over.

Bowser’s jaw tightened.

Anger rose again.

Was that Puffina’s plan?

A princess from a wealthy kingdom trying to charm her way into his throne?

Trying to win over Junior to fool them both?

No.

She couldn’t have cared.

It had all been manipulation.

Peach would love them someday. Peach would understand them.

Not that insufferable Puffina.

Bowser crushed one paper in his fist. he threw the sketches away and marched towards his sleeping quarters.

Arriving at his room, he dropped heavily onto his bed.

What now?

should he still pursue Peach?

Should he focus on ruling his kingdom instead?

That was probably smarter.

Yet something inside him still burned to prove. Prove to Peach, to Mario, to everyone, that Peach belonged with him.

He dragged a hand down his face and stared at the ceiling.

He just needed to forget about it.

Forget about—

“I know you’re lonely.”

He turned sharply onto his side.

“And I know that annoying princess never chooses you!”

He rolled back over.

“Peach is not annoying,” he grumbled.

“I’ve loved you far longer than Peach ever has!”

Bowser groaned into his pillow.

“How?!”

Her words haunted him.

Just as his haunted her.

….

Far away in the Cloud Kingdom, Princess Puffina sat upon her bed in a silk nightgown, eyes swollen red.

Her curls were messy.

Her cheeks blotchy from crying.

Nepheli sat beside her, gently pouring hot chocolate into a cup while setting a plate of cookies nearby.

Puffina took one small bite.

Then heard it again.

“You’re not Peach.”

She winced.

“You don’t know me. I don’t know you. I want nothing to do with some crazed princess!”

Her lip trembled.

Then she broke all over again.

She covered her face and sobbed.

Nepheli quickly set the tray aside and rushed to hold her.

“Oh dear… what is it now?”

Puffina looked up through tears.

“Am I crazy?”

Nepheli froze.

Then her kind old face softened deeply.

“No, my dear.”

She stroked Puffina’s hair.

“You are many things.”

Puffina sniffled.

“But you are not crazy.”

“You are passionate.”

“Free-spirited.”

“Thoughtful.”

“And cursed with far too much heart.”

Puffina collapsed into her embrace.

“Oh… what am I going to do now?”

Usually, Princess Puffina would already be plotting another grand scheme.

But tonight?

She was too heartbroken.

Too shattered.

Too lost to dream.

Nephelli held her close. And the night went on.

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Thanks for reading! I hope this chapter was satisfying enough. Really trying to have the slow in the slow burn. Tell me what you think!

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Does anyone play IkemenVampire? I’ve been playing it recently and AH I love Vlad! I saw no one talks about the game a lot here so just wanted to make a small post.

I love vlad so much a drew him. Ofc I had a refrence since I’m trying to better portrait drawing but I think he turned out pretty cute.

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Oh my GOSH I really wasn't expecting all of my notifications to be about my bowser fic

THANK U EVERYONE!

I know I haven't been active so I'm very sorry for that I know some people are ITCHING for what's next. Especially with the new Mario movie that just came out I imagine more people are finding my fics. But don't worry! I'm working on chapter 4 so just to calm everyone down I'll give u guys a small sneak peek 👀

But thank you everyone again for the likes and support! Honestly dont mind if you guys want something specific to happen to the story I'm more than happy to try and put it in depending how the story is going. Cuz in the end it's a bowser fic and if you're reading it, it's cuz you love bowser!

Sneak peak:

Bowser Jr. puffed his chest proudly. "I was giving Mama Peach the grand tour!" Puffina clung tighter to Bowser's arm. "And it was marvelous! Your son is such a gifted guide~"Bowser stiffened.

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Rest of story written below.

(The comic is a mixture of my own drawings and traced from the comics and show so it’s not 100% my original work but I used it simply to tell a story.)

I made this beacuse I had a small argument with my guy friends how I thought raditz should’ve been kept and he said “no I don’t think so” so in spite I decided to make this just to prove to him that there’s so much potential if raditz lived 😭

Also I am by no means a nerd for dragon ball z. I know enough beacuse I’d watch my brother play it in the background so idk if anything I wrote in the bottom is actually like correct but yet again this is an alternate universe so whatever. Anyways I wrote more in the bottom.

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“We’ll see,” Goku said, forcing a small, disheveled smile.

Raditz’s smirk faded into a hard frown as he let out a gravelly hum of thought. Every bone and muscle in his body ached. He was supposed to be the strongest, damn it. and yet his brother had fought him to the ground. Not alone, of course, but still. That Namekian had been dangerous too. The thought of it gnawed at him.

If he could, he’d have taken Goku by force and flown far away, just to avoid the humiliation. Deep down, though, a darker truth lingered: he didn’t want to keep fighting. For so long, he thought every family member he had was dead. At least with Kakarot alive, he wouldn’t be stuck forever with that arrogant prince Vegeta and the idiotic brute Nappa.

But his brother was being difficult. Human? Ha! Brainwashed was more like it. What could Kakarot possibly see in this pathetic green planet? Half its “warriors” couldn’t even survive against a handful of Saibamen.

Grunting, Raditz pushed himself upright, towering despite his battered body. “Fine. For now. I’ll let you lead. I’ll stay. I need to rest up anyway.”

Goku’s tired smile returned. Somehow, it made Raditz’s blood boil.

With ease, Goku bent down and scooped his frightened son into his arms. The boy had been hiding behind his father’s legs, trembling. Gohan buried himself in Goku’s chest the second he was lifted.

“Great! Although…” Goku’s smile faltered. His brows knit into a rare look of sharpness. “Before we leave, promise me you won’t hurt any of my friends. If you do… I won’t hesitate to kill you. For real this time. And neither will Piccolo.”

Raditz scoffed. “Yes, yes, whatever. I won’t touch your pathetic friends.”

Satisfied, Goku’s grin snapped back in place. He levitated upwards, still clutching Gohan tightly. “Great! Follow me.”

With another grunt, Raditz rose into the air, Piccolo right on his tail, glare sharp enough to pierce stone.

When they arrived back at Kame House, Bulma spotted them from afar. She darted outside, waving frantically.

“GOKU! GOKU’S BACK, GUYS!” she yelled. Then her eyes landed on the tall figure floating behind him. She froze mid-step, pointing wildly.

“WAIT—WHAT IS HE DOING HERE?!”

The others spilled out of the house, jaws slack, weapons raised.

Goku landed gently on the sand, smiling like it was just another day. “Don’t worry, everyone—we resolved everything! I’m giving my brother one more chance. From now on, he’s gonna act good.” He planted his hands on his hips proudly, as if the problem was solved.

Bulma’s voice cracked into a shriek. “ARE YOU CRAZY?!”

She marched forward, rattling off at lightning speed: “This is Raditz! The guy who kidnapped your son! The guy who tried to blow us all up! What if he calls his alien buddies?! What if he blows up the planet tomorrow?! What if he—what if he eats us in our sleep?!”

Raditz growled low, his patience snapping. “This loud-mouthed female is one of your… ‘friends’?”

“That’s Bulma,” Goku said quickly, sweat running down his temple. “She’s just worried.”

“Worried?! I’m furious!” Bulma snapped, but Yamcha grabbed her shoulder before she launched herself at Raditz. Krillin and Master Roshi were already half hiding behind the doorway.

“Listen, everyone,” Goku said firmly now. His smile dimmed into something steady and serious. “I know what he’s done. And I know how dangerous he is. That’s why, if he betrays us even once, I’ll stop him. Piccolo will too. Right?”

Piccolo’s glare hadn’t shifted once. His arms crossed, cape whipping in the wind. “Don’t think for a second I’m letting you out of my sight. Step out of line, and I’ll finish what we started.”

Raditz scoffed. “Tch. Empty threats.” But the pulse of Piccolo’s aura at his fingertips told him otherwise.

Satisfied, Goku nodded. “Then it’s settled. Thanks for worrying, everyone. But trust me. I want to see if my brother can change.”

“Brother or not, you’re insane,” Bulma muttered, arms crossed tight.

Goku gave her a sheepish grin, then shifted Gohan in his arms. The boy was still trembling, clutching desperately at Goku’s gi. His wide eyes peeked fearfully over his father’s shoulder, locked on Raditz.

Goku bent his head a little. “It’s alright, Gohan. Daddy’s here. He won’t hurt you, I promise.”

Raditz sneered faintly. “The brat is soft. Just like you.” But the words rattled in his own chest, stirring memories he didn’t want to admit.

“Alright then,” Goku said, shaking it off. His voice picked back up into cheer. “We’re heading home.”

“Home?” Raditz muttered, brow creasing as he followed reluctantly into the sky. “Where do you even live, Kakarot? In a palace? A fortress?”

Goku laughed, clutching Gohan closer as they ascended. “Nah, nothing like that. I live out in the woods with my wife, Chi-Chi. Nice and peaceful. You’ll see.”

Raditz’s eyes widened. “…Wife?”

“Yup!” Goku said, grinning. “And she’s probably gonna be mad I’m late for dinner.”

Raditz grunted, unsettled. A Saiyan with a wife? A family? Living among weaklings in the wilderness? His scowl returned quickly, but curiosity itched deep in his chest.

The small house came into view, tucked between trees and hills. To outsiders, it might look poor, quaint, even fragile. But to Raditz, something about it struck a chord. The simplicity reminded him faintly of his old home on Planet Vegeta, just enough to unsettle him. Small. Simple. And yet, it had been all his parents had needed for them, back when life was quieter.

Landing on the ground with a heavy thud, Raditz followed Goku up the wooden steps. Before the door even opened, the smell hit him. rich, hot food wafting through the walls. He blinked once, surprised. A Saiyan’s instincts flared. For the first time since landing on this miserable planet, he felt… hunger instead of battle rage.

Goku pushed open the door casually, calling out:

“Chi-Chi! I’m home! I brought a guest!”

From the kitchen to the right came the clatter of pots, a pan dropping with a clang. A frazzled voice called back, “Goku, you’re late for—” She stepped out, wiping her hands on her apron. Her hair was loose, her face flushed from cooking. Then her eyes landed on the towering figure ducking under the doorframe.

She froze. “Ah—!”

Raditz hunched through the doorway, scanning the small home. His sharp eyes flicked over every corner, but his mind was oddly blank. He had expected to scoff, to laugh at how pitiful it all was. But instead, he thought nothing. Just silence.

“Mom!” Gohan squeaked. Wriggling out of Goku’s arms, he bolted across the room and buried himself against Chi-Chi’s legs. She knelt immediately, hugging him tight, brushing back his messy hair.

“Oh, Gohan! You look like a mess, your poor face, your clothes! What happened?” She frowned hard, eyes darting back to Goku.

Her voice sharpened. “Goku… you—” She stopped dead, finally noticing how battered he looked, the torn gi, the bruises. Her expression collapsed into shock. “What on earth happened to you?!”

Still smiling like it was nothing, Goku gestured toward Raditz with a cheerful flourish.

“This is my brother! Radish.”

“What??” Chi-Chi blurted, utterly confused.

“It’s Raditz,” the older Saiyan corrected flatly, annoyance flashing in his eyes.

Gohan peeked up from his mother’s embrace, tears spilling down his face. “He tried to kidnap me! He hurt Daddy!” His voice cracked as the floodgates opened again, sobbing into Chi-Chi’s apron.

Chi-Chi’s arms tightened around him, her glare snapping back to her husband. Her voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Goku…”

That tone alone made even Raditz tilt his head, curious.

Goku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, still smiling, though sweat dripped down his temple. “I know, I know. But it’s okay now. He’s not gonna do that anymore. He’s staying with us for a bit!”

“You what?!” Chi-Chi’s shriek rattled the dishes in the kitchen.

Raditz folded his arms, unimpressed, though his stomach growled quietly at the smell of food. He muttered, “This is absurd…” but his eyes betrayed a flicker of interest, darting toward the kitchen door.

Chi-Chi’s glare was volcanic. “You show up late, beat to pieces, with our son traumatized, and you bring this into my home?!” She jabbed a finger at Raditz. “Are you out of your mind, Goku?!”

Raditz sneered back instinctively. “Hn. I’ve fought demons and tyrants, and you think you scare me, woman?”

Chi-Chi’s eyes narrowed into daggers. The air went cold. Even Raditz, battle-hardened warrior, felt something unfamiliar crawl up his spine.

Goku laughed nervously, waving his hands. “Eheh, Chi-Chi, don’t worry! It’s only temporary! You’ll see, he’s not so bad once you—”

“Not so bad?!” she barked.

Gohan sniffled louder, clinging tighter to her legs.

Raditz looked between them, his naive brother, his fierce wife, the sniveling child. His chest twisted uncomfortably again. Family. A word he had nearly forgotten.

The tension thickened in the small home, every second dragging like a blade being sharpened. Goku laughed weakly, rubbing the back of his neck, but it did little to ease the storm brewing in Chi-Chi’s glare.

Raditz finally exhaled through his nose, arms crossing tight over his chest. His tail flicked once in irritation.

“I smell dinner,” he said flatly, his deep voice cutting through the room. “And I’m hungry. Let’s stop this pointless bickering and eat already. I’m not going to hurt your son or your husband.”

The words weren’t gentle. they were rough, almost dismissive, but the conviction in them was sharp. He wasn’t joking.

Chi-Chi blinked once, thrown off for half a heartbeat, then her fists clenched. “You—you think you can just walk into my house, make demands, and insult me in my own kitchen?!”

Raditz tilted his chin down slightly, glaring at her with those fierce, wild eyes. “I’m saying if you’re going to feed someone, then get on with it. Saiyans don’t waste time arguing over the obvious.”

Chi-Chi’s cheeks puffed red with fury. “Why you—!”

“Chi-Chi, please,” Goku said quickly, stepping in, still holding Gohan. “He’s just… direct. That’s how Saiyans talk.”

“Direct?! He’s rude!” she snapped. “And he’s about to learn some manners!”

Raditz smirked faintly, eyes narrowing. “I’d like to see you try.”

The air bristled with electricity, the two of them locked in a silent duel of glares.

Finally, Chi-Chi huffed, turning on her heel so sharply her hair whipped. “Fine! But you’re all washing up before you even touch a grain of rice! And thanks to you, Goku, I’ll have to cook extra just to keep this… this barbarian from emptying my kitchen!”

She stormed back into the kitchen, muttering furiously about “idiot husbands” and “bottomless stomachs” as the sound of pots and pans clattered again.

Raditz snorted, lips twitching with what almost resembled amusement. “Hn. Fierce woman.”

Goku laughed nervously, shifting Gohan in his arms. “Heh… yeah. That’s Chi-Chi.”

Gohan peeked out, sniffling still, but his wide eyes studied Raditz differently now, less fear, more wary curiosity.

Raditz caught the boy’s gaze. For a moment, the room was quiet again. He grunted, looking away.

The kitchen smelled rich with steamed rice, sizzling meats, and bowls of stir-fried vegetables. Chi-Chi set the dishes down, still side-eyeing Raditz while thinking, Please, Kami, don’t let him have Goku’s appetite. Or worse, Gohan’s too.

“Alright,” she said, brushing her hands on her apron. “Dinner’s ready. Wash your hands and sit down—”

But before she could finish, Goku and Raditz were already seated, bowls in hand like wolves about to pounce. Gohan hesitated, glancing between them nervously.

The moment Chi-Chi gave the smallest nod, it was chaos. Rice vanished in heaping scoops, chicken bones piled on plates, and the sound of slurping broth filled the room. Goku and Raditz were practically competing, shoveling food at a breakneck pace. Even Gohan, encouraged by the madness, dug in eagerly.

Chi-Chi froze at the edge of the table, chopsticks still in hand, her own plate untouched. She blinked once. Then twice. She’d barely sat down when Goku called out, “More rice, Chi-Chi!” Raditz, arms already reaching, grunted, “And the meat too! Don’t hold back!”

Chi-Chi’s eye twitched. “Seconds already?! I just put the food down! This is ridiculous. why does this have to be my life?”

By the time she refilled the rice pot, Raditz was already piling up thirds. Goku was grinning like an idiot, his mouth full, and Gohan had sauce all over his cheeks.

Chi-Chi finally sat, trying to take a bite. But her chopsticks hadn’t even touched the bowl before Goku and Raditz reached across, swiping the last dumplings. She slammed her chopsticks down. “Unbelievable!”

Dinner ended with groaning stomachs and a bare table. Raditz leaned back, satisfied. “Heh. Not bad, woman. You can cook.”

Chi-Chi folded her arms. “Glad you approve,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

Later, as the crickets chirped outside and the stars shimmered, Goku scratched the back of his head, avoiding Raditz’s expectant look. “So uh… listen, Raditz. We don’t exactly… have a guest room.”

Raditz raised a brow. “…So?”

“You’ll have to, uh… y’know. Sleep outside.”

The silence was heavy. Raditz stared at him, then at the humble little house, then back. His scowl deepened.

Chi-Chi, from the doorway with her arms crossed, called out sweetly, “Don’t like it? Too bad.”

Raditz growled low in his throat, but finally turned, stomping toward the door. “Fine. But I expect breakfast.”

The door slammed behind him.

Goku rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling awkwardly. “Heh. Guess he’s settling in?”

Chi-Chi’s glare said otherwise.

Raditz stepped out into the night, the cool grass crunching beneath his boots. He leaned against a tree just beyond the house, arms folded, eyes fixed on the scattered stars above. For a moment, he let the chatter of crickets replace the madness of dinner. His hand slipped into his armor, pulling free the scouter tucked in his inner pocket. With a press of a button, the familiar beep-beep sounded, and the static cleared.

“This is Raditz,” he muttered. “I’ve found something. Seven orbs , ‘Dragon Balls,’ they’re called. They can grant any wish. With them… we could rule worlds.”

On the other end, Vegeta’s voice cut through with a smirk hidden in every word. “Hmph. So the runt’s finally done something useful. Good work, Raditz. We’ll head your way. But it’ll take a year.”

Nappa’s laughter followed, gruff and booming. “Better not screw it up before we get there.”

The transmission ended, leaving only the hush of the night. Raditz slipped the scouter back, staring up at the stars again. knowing Vegeta and Nappa were out there

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Character Growth- why they fumbled the bag with Raditz

Instead of being a random character written only to further the plot, Raditz can have much more depth to him and to the story itself. By letting him live, we suddenly gain the chance to explore the Saiyan race through someone who has lived it, rather than just hearing pieces from Vegeta later. Raditz, as Goku’s actual brother, also opens the door for richer family dynamics. how Chi-Chi, Gohan, and even Goku himself respond to having a long-lost relative in their lives.

In this version, Raditz is no longer a disposable villain. By calling Vegeta and Nappa himself about the Dragon Balls, he becomes an active player, not just a pawn. His initial reasoning is still selfish. he plans to bide his time, pretend to be an ally, and eventually use the Dragon Balls for conquest. But as he spends time around Goku and his family, the walls he built up begin to crack.

Raditz’s personality growth becomes the heart of the twist. At first, he hides behind arrogance and cruelty, echoing the way Vegeta and Nappa always treated him. as the “low-class runt” and punching bag of their trio. But Earth exposes him to something different: family dinners, human kindness, and the absurdity of Goku’s carefree spirit. Slowly, he develops his own quirks and soft edges. Beneath the armor, Raditz has the potential to be just as silly, clueless, and warmhearted as his brother. something Vegeta’s leadership never allowed him to be.

This change makes Raditz far more compelling than in canon. He becomes a character who bridges worlds: the harsh, pride-driven Saiyan culture and the human world of connection and growth. His arc isn’t just about surviving. it’s about redefining himself, stepping out of Vegeta’s shadow, and realizing he doesn’t have to be the runt forever.

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HOLY CRAP. I just checked my tumblr for the first time in months. Sorry y’all. 💀 I’m finally 18 which is so weird and now I’m in college!! So it’s been a busy year.

On another note. Bowser. Yes. Him. My precious. I haven’t forgotten about him idk what I even wrote honestly. There probably so many plot mistakes I’ve made. Idk I’ll have to reread everything but letting y’all know I’m good!

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UPDATE ON BOWSER FIC

I’m still aware of it but I haven’t gotten around it yet. So I probably won’t update it for a while. College applications have got me stressed tf out. 😭

I just want t let anybody who’s like I dunno stalking my page or sm beacuse there like “oh noooo I need moreeee 😔” so yeah.

Anyways I really appreciate the support! I’ve seen so many people leave a note on my chapters and I’m like WOAH! So yeah!

Thank u!

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This quiz is hilarious.

What Ao3 Tag are You?

And this is mine.

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Bowser, My Love! I Will Free You!

Chapter 3: The Imposter Princess

Bowser x possessive crazy princess

Summary:

Princess Puffina thought she had it all figured out. With a flawless disguise and a cunning plan, she’s convinced she’s finally won Bowser’s heart. But as the real Peach fades into the background, Bowser’s growing suspicion starts to put her perfect act in jeopardy. Her obsession with him makes her push deeper into her role, but Bowser starts noticing the small things—her eagerness that doesn’t quite match Peach’s usual grace. As their tangled web of deception grows, will Puffina’s carefully crafted illusion fall apart, or will Bowser’s heart remain swayed by her devotion?

SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT. I had this ready a while ago but I wanted to review it but I’m too tired to change anything and I will say the ending to me is kinda bad but oh well! 😀 But I hope this is good! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 Bowser, My Love, I will Free You!

Ao3 link —-> click here!

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Princess Puffina leaned forward over her bubbling cauldron, her fingers gripping the edge as she stared at Bowser’s lovesick expression.

Her eye twitched.

“Playing hard to get?!”

Her Bowser—her darling, powerful, magnificent, fire-breathing king—was still wasting his time pining over that sickly-sweet, over-glorified mushroom farmer?!

Her nails dug into the crystal material of the cauldron stand as she watched him caress that hideous statue of Peach.

Peach. Peach. Peach.

Everything was always about Peach.

Her lips curled into a tight, forced smile.

“Fine.”

If Bowser wanted Peach… she would give him Peach.

But not the one he was chasing after.

No, no, no.

She would give him the princess he truly deserved.

And he would never know what hit him.

What she had learned about Bowser’s plan was simple:

One—Bowser would station troops at every entrance of his castle to prepare for any pesky interference from those Mario brothers.

Two—When Bowser barged into the Mushroom Kingdom, two koopas would throw down smoke bombs for distraction, giving him just enough time to snatch Princess Peach from her throne.

Three—With the help of a Koopa Clown Car, he would then soar away, victorious, taking Peach back to his ship as his captive queen.

Puffina twirled in place, clasping her hands together.

“Oh, it’s perfect! It’s too easy!” she giggled, spinning toward the large planning board she had set up in her private study.

Pinned to it were maps, notes, sketches of Bowser, and—most notably—a large, hand-drawn portrait of Peach with devil horns doodled over her head.

She twirled a marker between her fingers before drawing a large X over Peach’s face.

“I’ll take her place!”

She threw her head back in laughter—loud, triumphant, borderline villainous.

But her moment was rudely interrupted by a soft knock at her door.

“Miss? Are you alright in there?”

Puffina froze, mid-laugh.

“Nepheli?” she called, recognizing the voice of her longtime trusted maid.

She quickly smoothed out her dress before opening the door to reveal Nepheli—a gentle, elderly woman with kind eyes and a face lined with years of patience.

Nepheli smiled, but there was a flicker of concern in her expression. “Miss, you’ve been cooped up all day. Are you well? I know you’ve been… busy lately, but nonetheless, we are all worried.”

Puffina huffed, stepping aside to let the maid in.

Nepheli entered, setting down a tray of tea and pastries on a nearby table.

“Here. I brought your favorite.”

Puffina sighed dramatically before slumping into her plush, cloud-like chair.

“Oh, Nepheli, it’s all too hard!” she whined. *“I have to be brilliant! Beautiful! Strategic! And yet, my poor Bowser is still blinded by that—” she waved a hand dismissively, ”—that princess!”

She snatched a pastry from the tray, angrily chomping down.

Nepheli remained silent for a moment before clearing her throat.

“Princess Peach?” she asked, wary.

She knew all too well that her princess had… strong feelings about the Mushroom Kingdom’s ruler.

Puffina narrowed her eyes. “Yes! What do you think about her?” she asked, taking another aggressive bite.

Nepheli hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “Well… I suppose she’s quite lovely.”

Puffina puffed up instantly, her expression souring.

But before she could interrupt, Nepheli added smoothly, “But not as lovely as you, my princess.”

Puffina paused.

Then, she smirked, crossing her arms proudly.

“Why, thank you!” she said, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

But her smugness quickly morphed back into frustration as she grabbed another pastry.

“Nepheli.” Puffina suddenly says as she swallows a pastry I will be gone. For a while. And don’t ask! Beacuse! I might bring a handsome king with me.” She sighs and giggles but quickly goes serious again

“And do not sorry about my safety because wherre I will be I shall be surrounded be safety.” Puffina says hinting that it will be biwser. Nepheli nods and gives a small smile.

“Alright I see. I will be here waiting princess.” The old maid says and puffina smiled “good! I shal be leaving to do studies!” Puffina bolts up grabbing another pastry and once again jumping off her balcony.

“Oh dear she never learned to use the stairs did she..?” Nepheli says.

Meanwhile, in the Mushroom Kingdom…

As usual, the Mario brothers were busy in town, helping fix roads after yet another Goomba incident. Princess Peach, meanwhile, took a peaceful stroll through her royal garden, humming softly to herself.

But she was not alone.

Hidden in the bushes, Princess Puffina lurked.

Her golden yet green eyes tracked every delicate movement Peach made.

How. How?! How had this frail, dainty, sickly-sweet woman somehow captured the attention of her Bowser?!

Even if she had help from Mario and Luigi, what was it about her that made Bowser so… obsessed?

Puffina needed to know.

So she studied.

She watched every movement. Every soft blink. Every gentle twirl of her hair. Every flutter of those annoying, way-too-perfect lashes.

She crawled through the grass, peered from behind bushes, clung to the tops of trees, and even hid behind benches when necessary.

By the time the sun began to set, her dress was torn, her arms were scratched up, and her face was smudged with dirt.

But she didn’t care.

This was research.

And soon, she would be ready.

The day had come.

Princess Puffina, now fully disguised with magic, was hidden deep within Peach’s castle.

Her signature fluffy rosette locks had been transformed into long, golden waves. Her usual extravagant outfit was replaced with Peach’s soft pink gown. Even her voice had been altered through magic, smoothing out her usual excited edge into something sweet and delicate.

To anyone looking at her—she was Princess Peach.

And now… she just had to wait.

She crouched in the shadows, tucked behind the grand throne room pillars.

From her hiding spot, she watched the real Peach, who was completely unaware that her very existence was about to be stolen.

Peach simply stood near her throne, adjusting her gloves, humming to herself—completely oblivious.

Puffina grinned.

“Soon, my love. Soon I’ll be in your arms~”

And then—

BOOM.

The castle doors exploded open, sending Toads screaming in every direction as a thick cloud of smoke filled the air.

And through that smoke—his voice.

“ALRIGHT, PEACH! YOU’RE COMIN’ WITH ME!”

Puffina swooned.

“YES YES YES IT’S HAPPENING!”

With zero hesitation, she lunged from her hiding spot, shoved the real Peach aside, and flung her arms wide open.

Peach stumbled, coughing on the smoke. “Wha—?!”

Puffina arched her back dramatically, gazing up at Bowser like a love-struck maiden.

“OH NO! BOWSER!~” she cried. “PLEASE, HAVE MERCY ON ME!”

Bowser, not even looking properly through the smoke, grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder. Patting her behind firmly. If it wasn't for the commotion bowser would hear a questionable squeak.

“Hah! Too easy! Let’s go, boys!”

The Koopa Troop immediately deployed more smoke bombs, thickening the air into a blinding white fog.

His son, Bowser .Jr, drove the Koopa Clown Car and quickly picked up his father in the process. The two Cackle away in victory.

Mario and Luigi, just arriving on the scene, were already choking on smoke, frantically waving their hands.

“PRINCESS!” Mario coughed, trying to see through the haze.

Peach, still sitting on the floor, dazed, squinted through the smoke.

“…Uh.”

Mario and Luigi both lunged forward, chasing after the disappearing Bowser.

“DON’T WORRY, PRINCESS! WE’LL SAVE YOU!”

Peach blinked.

Then slowly stood up.

“…I’m right here.”

Mario and Luigi froze mid-run.

They turned around.

Stared at her.

Then looked back at the smoke.

Then back at Peach.

“…Then who was THAT?!”

Peach blinked and stood up, patting herself down.

“I-I don’t know,” she said, overwhelmed. “I’ve never seen her before…”

“She looked like you!” Luigi said, ever the worried one.

“Well, whoever she is, we’ve got to save her!” Mario declared, his voice filled with determination. “No one wants to be stuck with Bowser!”

Luigi sighed but reluctantly agreed, and the two rushed off. Peach watched them leave, her mind racing. Toad guards quickly surrounded her, keeping a protective distance.

As much as she’d like a bit of adventure, Peach didn’t want to deal with Bowser, or the possibility of being married off to him again. She had more pressing matters to focus on, after all—her kingdom’s safety.

A princess’s duties were never done.

Meanwhile, as Mario and Luigi were unknowingly chasing Princess Puffina, Bowser landed with his prize on his airship. He placed his “Peach” down on the floor, a grin spreading across his face.

“Finally!” he exclaimed. “I have Peach in my clutches!”

“You’re ours now, Mama Peach!” Bowser Jr. cheered, raising his arms in celebration. “No more running! My dad’s got you now!”

Bowser chuckled, pleased with his son’s enthusiasm. The villainous grin on his face grew wider as he turned toward his captive.

“Oh, yes, you certainly have me now!” Puffina said with a smile and a slight bow. “How horrible! No escape for me now!” She tried to act faint, but her excitement betrayed her—her hands were shaking, and her smile was far too wide.

“How do you feel, Peach?” Bowser asked, his voice firm. “Tomorrow, we’re getting married—no tricks this time!”

Puffina’s heart thudded, and she trembled slightly, struggling to contain her excitement.

“T-tomorrow?? Oh, how lovely!” Puffina squealed, but inside, she was bursting with happiness. Unable to hold it in any longer, she let out a shaky giggle that was more like a squeal of delight.

Bowser raised an eyebrow, confused by her sudden outburst. Why wasn’t she defying him? But he convinced himself that Peach had finally realized how much she wanted him. Although she did have this crazed look I’m her eye.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat, trying to sound more authoritative. “Yes! Yes, it will be the loveliest wedding! Mushroom Kingdom will be there! And all the other kingdoms too!”

Puffina couldn’t contain herself anymore.

Her chest heaved with excitement, and her eyes sparkled with unspoken joy—almost with tears. She suddenly ran toward Bowser, throwing herself at him with a loud squeal.

“Oh, a wedding! That sounds amazing!” she shouted, nuzzling her face into his arm.

Bowser stiffened, eyes wide with confusion. This was not how Peach normally reacted. Yet, strangely, he didn’t mind. It felt different—but he told himself it was because she was finally seeing things his way.

His thoughts were quickly interrupted when Bowser Jr. bounced into the room, eyes full of excitement.

“Wow, Mama Peach is really excited!” Junior laughed. “I’m gonna go tell everyone!”

And with that, he dashed out of the deck, leaving Bowser and Puffina alone on the small balcony.

Bowser turned to Puffina, his expression a mix of confusion and something else. He couldn’t quite place it. Was this how it was supposed to feel? He’d dreamed of this moment for years, but something still felt… off.

But Puffina was already lost in her thoughts, her mind racing ahead to their future together. The plan was working, and soon, she would have everything she wanted.

Puffina, still giddy with excitement, hugged Bowser’s arm tighter as he stared ahead, still uncertain of what to make of this whole situation. He had wanted this moment for years, but now that it was happening… it felt a little off.

He felt like something was wrong, but every time he tried to piece it together, it slipped through his fingers.

“You’re mine now, Peach,” Bowser grinned again, clearly pleased with his ‘victory’. “No more running away. No more tricks.”

Puffina responded with a smile that was a little too wide, a little too eager, and a lot less dignified than Peach’s usual gentle smile. Her eyes twinkled with what was too much excitement, like she was on the verge of an uncontrollable giggle. But Bowser, lost in the haze of his triumph, just attributed it to Peach’s supposed “new affection” toward him.

“Oh, yes, Bowser!” Puffina said in a too-high pitch, her voice lilting with a tone that was definitely not Peach’s usual calm grace. “I’ll be the best wife ever, and we’ll have the most wonderful, perfect wedding!”

Bowser narrowed his eyes, noticing the way she over-exaggerated that last line. It didn’t seem quite like Peach, but he couldn’t quite put his claw on why.

“Isn’t it a bit early to be this… eager?” Bowser muttered under his breath.

Puffina’s heart skipped a beat, but she quickly recovered. “Oh, no!” she said, twirling her hair a little too quickly, “Just so excited, my love! This will be such a perfect day for us!”

She looked up at him, flashing a brilliant smile that made her eyes crinkle in a way that Peach’s face never did. Her lips curled into a too-big grin, with a sparkle in her eyes that screamed childish glee rather than a calm, collected princess. But Bowser was too distracted by his fantasy to notice the difference.

Yet, as he looked down at her with a smile, there was something still nagging at him.

“Yeah…” Bowser said, furrowing his brow slightly. “You seem a little too… enthusiastic about this wedding.”

But Puffina just laughed—loudly. Too loudly. A little too high-pitched and too much like an excited schoolgirl rather than a queen-to-be.

“How could I not be? Oh, my Bowser!” she giggled, leaning against him—a little too clingy, a little too unlike Peach in her usual manner.

Bowser shifted slightly, slightly uncomfortable with how close she was getting. This was supposed to be a victory, wasn’t it? His long-awaited moment where he finally took Peach for himself. But why did this feel different? Why did it feel like there was something missing?

It must be nothing.

Bowser dismissed the thought, but as he tried to focus on the moment, his eyes caught something strange—something he had never noticed before.

Her nails.

Peach always wore soft pastel pink polish, carefully maintained, shining with elegance. But this…

Puffina’s nails were Pastal green! She never worn green!

The color clashed with her whole look. Peach’s delicate, soft nature was never so… loud. But Puffina—Puffina seemed to revel in this boldness.

Bowser’s mind raced, and the more he thought about it, the more details began to pile up.

Her smile, so wide and unnatural, crinkling her face in a way Peach never did.

The way she talked, a little more cheerful, a little too energetic for someone as poised as Peach.

And the way she was clinging to him—Peach was always polite but had boundaries, while Puffina was practically pressing herself into him like a yearning puppy.

Suddenly, it all clicked.

Wait a minute…

Puffina noticed his gaze and felt a shiver of unease as Bowser’s eyes turned from confusion to realization.

His stare sharpened as he leaned closer to her, his eyes scanning her every feature.

“Peach…” He said, his voice low and suspicious. “Why does your smile look so different today? Peach… why do your nails look… different?”

Puffina’s heart skipped a beat. She frozen for a second, but quickly recovered with a flurry of overly dramatic laughter. She was nervous, excited and confused at his comment. This is what he wanted. So why would he question her?? She didn’t really know what to think.

“Oh, Bowser!” She threw her head back and giggled, completely missing the way her voice cracked in her nervousness. “You’re so funny. I just—I’m just so excited! You know how I get! I just wanted to to try a new color today!”

Bowser narrowed his eyes and took a step back. There was something off about her. His brain clicked and suddenly, everything began to make sense.

He stepped closer to Puffina, and then with a flash of realization, he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

“Your eyes…” Bowser growled, examining her face closely. “Why are you looking at me like that? Peach would never look at me like that!”

Puffina tried to play it off, but the giggle was nervous, and Bowser was starting to see through her act. He sighed, shaking his head.

“Wait a minute…”

Suddenly, Bowser took a step back, completely stunned by the revelation. He looked at her with new suspicion.

“You’re not Peach…”

Puffina freezes. Her eyes widen in panic. She had been caught, but she couldn’t let him know she was completely out of control.

“B-bowser, it’s me, Peach! I’m just… I’m just so excited, that’s all!” she said quickly, trying to mask the panic in her voice.

But Bowser just stared at her, then his eyes narrowed even further.

“You’re not Peach.”

The suspicion in his voice was clear now, and Puffina realized it was too late to maintain the illusion. Her giggling had become too exaggerated. Her actions had slipped. She could only pray he wouldn’t go further. So much for studying the real peach.

Bowser stood there, eyes narrowing as he stared at “Peach,” his mind still racing through the strange inconsistencies.

“Your smile…” He muttered, “It’s too wide. And you’re so… clingy.”

Puffina, still desperately trying to hold onto the act, smiled too brightly in response, but it was already too late. Bowser was starting to see through it.

He stepped closer to her, his massive frame towering over her as his eyes scanned every inch of her, looking for answers.

“Peach,” Bowser said slowly, “Why are you acting like this? Peach wouldn’t—”

Without warning, he reached up and, with a gentle tug, pulled at the soft curls of her golden hair.

Puffina’s breath caught in her throat, her heart fluttering. The slightest touch from Bowser made her feel giddy inside, but she quickly fought to hide it behind a forced smile. Her mind raced, knowing the suspicion in his eyes was only growing.

As he pulled at her hair, he seemed dissatisfied that it didn’t come off like a mask. So, he gently but firmly reached up to her face, his large hands gripping her cheeks, as though to pull her face off.

“No mask?” he muttered to himself, his eyes growing more serious.

Puffina, while nervously excited by his touch, tried her best to stay composed. Her body flinched slightly under his grasp, but she kept smiling. She couldn’t show him that she was about to lose her cool. “What’s the matter, Bowser? Are you worried about me?” she asked, her voice uncomfortably high-pitched.

Bowser didn’t seem to hear her. His hands gently pulled on her cheek, trying to test if it was fake.

His brows furrowed.

He frowned.

“I knew something was off…” Bowser muttered under his breath, his voice low and suspicious.

He moved closer, his claws still grazing her face as he tried to figure out what was happening.

Puffina’s heart was racing. His fingers were so close, and she could feel the warmth of his touch. She felt nervous, but also excited—her plan was almost complete. Yet, at the same time, she was terrified that he would figure it out completely.

But then, just as she felt like she was about to burst out in giggles or panic, the door burst open.

“Mama Peach! Mama Peach!” Bowser Jr. ran in, practically bouncing with excitement.

“I told everyone! They’re all so excited for the wedding! Can you believe it?!”

Bowser immediately dropped his hands from Puffina’s face, his expression turning from suspicious to irritated as Bowser Jr. pranced around.

“Hah, Jr., settle down! This is important!” Bowser growled, trying to regain control.

Puffina took a deep breath, her nerves shifting from panic to relief. She straightened up quickly, her face still flush from the tension.

“Oh, Bowser, don’t worry, your son’s so excited. It’s a big day tomorrow!” Puffina forced a smile, her voice sweet again, as though everything was fine.

But inside, her heart was still racing. She almost blew it right there. Bowser nearly figured it out. And most importantly she was close to just shuddering in his hands and yanking him closer to just smooch is big ol’ face.

“Isn’t it a great day, Mama Peach? Everyone’s so happy!” Bowser Jr. cheered again, as if nothing had happened.

Bowser’s expression softened as he looked at his son, momentarily distracted by the innocence and excitement in his voice. He gave Puffina a sharp glance, still unsure about what had just happened, but he let it slide for now.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s great. But remember, Jr., tomorrow we’ll need everything perfect. No screw-ups,” Bowser said with a grin, putting his arm around Junior’s shoulders.

“Yes, Papa!” Junior nodded eagerly, oblivious to the tension between his father and “Peach.”

Bowser’s eyes flickered back to Puffina, but she was quick to act like everything was perfectly fine.

“Oh, Bowser, isnt this what you wanted? Me?” Puffina asked, tilting her head slightly as she gazed up at him.

Bowser blinked in shock. “What?”

She reached down and grabbed Bowser Jr.’s cheeks, squishing them and shaking his little face gently. “And you must be his little cutie, huh?” Puffina’s voice was sickly sweet, and Junior giggled, clearly amused by the attention.

Seeing Peach—or, well, Puffina—interacting with his son made Bowser’s chest tighten with a strange sense of peace. He hadn’t had this kind of family moment before, and for a split second, he thought maybe this was everything he wanted.

But then, doubt crept in.

He still felt a nagging sense of unease. This was what he had always dreamed of: his queen, his family, his kingdom. But something felt strange, like there was a part of it that didn’t fit quite right.

His thoughts flashed back to the first time he had proposed to Peach, and how she had scowled at him—and even raised a spear at him. She had rejected him so violently, and yet he had pursued her relentlessly. But now… there was no fight. No resistance.

His gaze wandered back to Puffina, and he blinked again, trying to focus. When he did, he saw that his minions were now surrounding her. They were staring at her in awe, practically entranced by her presence.

Bowser frowned, his confusion deepening. This… isn’t right.

He remembered the time he had tried to introduce Princess Peach to his subjects—how she had frowned at them, almost disgusted by their presence. She had been frightened, scared of the Koopas and the minions Bowser had spent years building up. But here, Puffina was—completely different.

She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t disgusted. She didn’t even flinch when they surrounded her.

The more he thought about it, the more it didn’t make sense.

His gut was telling him that something was wrong. But what? Why was it so different this time?

“Peach…” he muttered under his breath. But before he could finish his thought, Puffina looked up at him and smiled sweetly. And as if reading his mind she said:

“Don’t worry, my love. Everything is perfect now.”

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Chapter 4 Click Here!

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I just got married in stardew valley.

WHY WAS THERE NO WARNING.

I HAD MY WEDDING DRESS PALNNED OUT SINCE YEAR 1 AND I COULDN’T EVEN USE IT.

Petition for the devs to change that beacuse I’m not letting go.

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Some more fannart of Princess Puffina from Bowser, my love, I will free you!

This was really fun to make! I really like the background and this time I try to get a feel of what princess puffina could look like. I feel like she looks right but not exactly. I will probably make character sheets and stuff but I just wanted to share this! Enjoy. ☺️

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Teaser quote for chapter 3 👀

“You’re mine now, Peach,” Bowser said with a grin. But as he studied her closely, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind. “Something’s not right…”

“We have mama peach now!” Junior laughed

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I JUST READ UE NEWEST CHAPTER I LOVEEE ITTT

honestly it’s so on brand for her to have a shrine and I love it. U ADDED BOWSER JRRRRR JWBWUSWIWHS MY BABYYY i absolutely adore that baby turtle 😭❤️

Also I one hundred percent agree with all of ur reasons on why bowser is hot and I might’ve saved that pic u used…….

Seriously I can’t wait to see where this story leads too!!!

( I LOVED UR ART TOO I LITERALLY IMAGINED HER HAIR EXACTLY LIKE THAT ITS SO CUTE)

:3 im so happy.

AHHHH THANK YOUUU!! I’m so glad you loved the chapter!! Biwser Jr HAD to be there—it just felt right!

Originally I was going to put him but just wasn’t sure how but when writing I was like “yes. This all comes together *mafia boss hands*” plus it gives another motive to try and rescue peach beacuse jr wants a mama! And I think it will also be intresting how puffina might fit into that mother figure role. (Character development foreshadowing? 👀)

Also im so glad you get my 5 reasons bowsers hot. And DW you can save your pics for reaserch purposes ✋

Peak recognizes peak ✊

ALSO HAK UVON THE ART. I made cringy on purpose 😭 #notproud BUT YES THANK U AGHAGAHAGSHDHDJ

Thank you for supporting me! 😚

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Bowser, My Love! I Will Free You!

Chapter 2: The Obsession

Bowser x possessive crazy princess

Summary:

Obsession takes many forms. As Bowser triumphantly returns home, he is greeted with open arms by his son, Bowser Jr., who eagerly hopes for a "Mama" to join their family. Meanwhile, Princess Puffina, lovestruck and furious, schemes in secret. She spies on Bowser using magic, only to discover his undying infatuation with Princess Peach. But she won’t let some perfect, goody-two-shoes princess take what’s hers. If Bowser wants Peach, she’ll give him Peach— in the most unexpected way.

AHHHH IM SO EXCITED THIS IS OUT. i hope this is good and i tried to make it a bit longer tahn the first chapter. so yeah! enjoy!

Chapter 1 of Bowser, My Love! I Will Free You!

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Bowser stares at this girl in front of him utterly speechless. And for good reason concerned.

The princess hugged his arm giggling and nuzzling her face into his scaly arm.

Bowser looks around only to see he is standing oHe takes a second to breath this fresh air Bowser takes a second to breathe in the fresh air when—

“Golly, you’re so strong, my king~”

The sickly sweet voice makes his eye twitch. He looks down—and there she is. Still clinging. Still grinning.

Enough.

With a growl, Bowser snatches his arm away and takes a massive leap off the cloud, plummeting toward the Mushroom Kingdom below.

The wind rushes past him, his massive weight sending him into a freefall. He’s done playing along. If he can just land near his airship somewhere close—

“SILLY BOWSY!~”

A blur of pink and purple darts past him.

Bowser barely has time to process what’s happening before the princess’ cloud swoops under him—catching him midair. The fall stops instantly.

He is back in her grasp.

Bowser blinks.

Then snaps his head toward her. “WHAT?! WHY?!”

Princess Puffina kicks her feet behind her, giggling innocently as she twirls a strand of her hair. “Oh, Bowser~ You weren’t trying to leave me, were you?”

Bowser grinds his teeth. This was bad.

This girl was not normal.

Bowser looks the girl up and down, scowling. With a grunt, he pushes himself up, shaking off the uncomfortable feeling of being saved.

“Ahem.” He dusts off his shell, standing tall. “Look, uh… I think there’s been a bit of a misunderstanding, yeah?”

Princess Puffina stares at him, starry-eyed.

Bowser folds his arms. “I’m Bowser. The ruler of the Koopas. King of all that is mighty. Future husband of—” He pauses, side-eying her. Something about her manic grin is unnerving. ”—well, that’s not important. Point is, I don’t think I recognize you.”

Silence.

Then, a gasp.

Princess Puffina’s entire body shudders, hands clenching into tiny fists. A deep blush spreads across her face. She trembles.

This… This is exactly how she dreamed it.

A first meeting. A formal introduction. His deep, powerful voice rumbling as he acknowledges her.

Her fantasies are becoming real.

And she can barely contain herself.

Bowser gives her a look. A long, skeptical look.

Princess Puffina snaps out of her trance and quickly straightens up.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” She bows, smiling sweetly. “I am Princess Puffina of the Cloud Kingdom.”

She tilts her head innocently, batting her lashes. “And how could I not recognize you, my king?”

Bowser narrows his eyes.

“Everyone knows about the strong, powerful, fearsome, handsome, all-mighty King Bowser…” she sighs dreamily, clasping her hands together—a move that just so happens to push her cleavage up.

Bowser’s brow arches. His grin widens.

“Heh. That’s what people say about me? Hmph. Glad to know my reputation’s still going strong.” He crosses his arms, nodding to himself.

Princess Puffina nods rapidly. “Oh, of course! You’re incredible! You’re—”

“Well—Princess Puffina, was it?” Bowser cuts her off, rolling his shoulders. “I appreciate the rescue and all, but I’ve got important things to do. Plans. Evil, world-conquering, princess-napping plans.” He waves a claw dismissively. “So, yeah. Thanks. But I gotta go.”

Before she can say anything, he turns, takes a confident step forward—

—and jumps.

Princess Puffina gasps, rushing to the edge of the cloud.

He’s gone.

For a few long seconds, she just stands there, staring down into the empty sky.

Then—she melts.

With a loud, giddy sigh, she flops onto the cloud, giggling and kicking her feet.

“He touched me… those big, strong arms… his deep, commanding voice… his raw, untamed elegance…” Her breath hitches as she clutches her chest. “Oh, I’ll let you off this time, my Bowser. I like a little chase.”

That same day, Princess Puffina burst through the grand doors of her castle, her face flushed with excitement.

The servants rushed to greet her, bowing quickly—but there was a flicker of nervousness in their eyes. They all knew where she had been. And while they had long accepted their princess’s obsession, it still unsettled them.

She paid them no mind.

“I will be in my room,” she announced flatly.

That was new.

The maids and attendants exchanged wary glances. Normally, she would twirl around, gush about her day, or demand tea and sweets. But now? Serious. Determined. Focused.

Unlike her.

The castle fell silent as she strode down the halls, the sharp clack of her heels echoing through the marble corridors.

Past the gold-trimmed paintings, past the extravagant banquet hall, past the elegant double doors of her actual bedroom—

She made her way to a small, discreet door in the farthest corner of the palace.

With a deep breath, she opened it.

And there it was.

Her shrine.

The room glowed in the dim candlelight, illuminating a chaotic collage of Bowser memorabilia.

Posters lined the walls, some featuring official artwork, others…hand-drawn with shaky, lovesick devotion.

Plushies—crudely stitched together from fabric and scales she had somehow acquired.

Shirts. Bouquets. Framed photos of him at events. A giant, heart-shaped pillow with his face on it.

And at the very center of it all, a tall, ornate pedestal.

Princess Puffina shut the door behind her, her breath heavy. Slowly, she approached the pedestal, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

A small, glass bottle sat atop it.

She picked it up, holding it close to her chest before tilting it slightly.

Inside, a single, thick strand of red hair glimmered in the soft light. A strand of hair she had just plucked freshly from there interaction.

Her knees nearly buckled.

A piece of him.

Her beloved king.

Her obsession.

A shiver ran down her spine as she hugged the bottle close, sighing dreamily.

“One step closer…” she whispered. “One step closer to making you mine, my Bowser~.”

Meanwhile, as Princess Puffina obsessed over her beloved king from afar, another obsession stirred.

Bowser soared through the sky, landing on a floating cloud platform. In the distance, one of his airships drifted through the sky. A wide, toothy grin spread across his face.

“Finally.”

With a powerful leap, he crashed onto the deck with a thunderous thud.

The entire ship shook.

Koopa minions yelped at the sudden impact, scrambling in all directions. But once they laid eyes on the massive, looming figure before them, they froze in shock.

“K-King Bowser!” one of the Koopas finally blurted out.

Bowser stood tall, arms crossed, fire in his eyes. He let out a deep, smug chuckle.

“That’s right! Your king has returned!” He flexed his claws dramatically. “Mario and his little friends thought they could keep me down? HA! Fools! Now, take me back to my castle!”

The airship crew immediately snapped into action, saluting wildly before fumbling back to their stations. The ship’s wheel spun, the engines roared, and the vessel began its course home.

Bowser stepped toward the edge of the ship, looking out into the horizon. His smirk faded slightly, replaced by a contemplative frown.

Even as his castle loomed in the distance, something gnawed at him.

Something… unsettling.

That girl.

Princess Puffina.

Why did she get under his skin like that? He’d spent years chasing after Princess Peach—years imagining how he’d win her over, how she’d finally see him as more than a villain. And yet… the way that princess looked at him—like he was some kind of legendary prize—made something twist in his gut.

With a grunt, he shook the thought away.

By the time the airship reached the castle, the return of the Koopa King was met with cheers and celebration. Goombas, Bob-ombs, Magikoopas—his entire army had gathered to welcome him back.

But even as they chanted his name, he found himself tuning it all out.

There was something more important to take care of.

With heavy steps, Bowser made his way through the grand halls of his castle, passing the throne room without a second glance. He descended into the lower levels, heading toward a familiar room.

His son’s room.

With a deep breath, Bowser pushed the door open slowly. Inside, Bowser Jr. sat hunched over a piece of paper, furiously scribbling. The moment the door creaked, the little Koopa’s head shot up.

Wide, tearful eyes met Bowser’s.

“Dad?”

Before Bowser could say anything, Junior launched himself across the room.

“DAD!!”

Bowser kneeled down just in time, spreading his arms as his son slammed into him, gripping onto him tightly.

“Junior!”

“You’re back!” Junior sniffled, his small claws clutching his father’s scales like he’d disappear again.

Bowser let out a booming, hearty laugh, ruffling the kid’s hair, wrapping his arms around his son as the little koopa clung tightly to him.

“Junior! You really thought those good-for-nothing heroes could get rid of me?” he teased, ruffling his son’s hair.

Bowser Jr. sniffled, looking up at him with wide eyes. “They said you were gone forever!” he pouted. “I-I thought I had to be king now!”

Bowser raised a brow, smirking. “Pfft! You? King? Not yet, kiddo.” He tapped his son’s snout. “You still got a lot to learn before you take the throne.”

Junior huffed. “Yeah, yeah… but I was getting ready! I even made a new evil plan!” He ran to his desk, grabbing a crumpled piece of paper covered in scribbles. “Look! We were gonna steal all the Power-Ups from the Mushroom Kingdom so Mario couldn’t get any stronger!”

Bowser let out a proud grunt. “Heh. Not bad, Junior. Keep that evil thinking up.”

Junior beamed, but then his face fell slightly. “But, uh… if you’re back, that means you’re gonna be making the plans again, huh?”

Bowser paused. He stared down at his son, feeling a strange, unfamiliar tug in his chest.

For years, he had been so focused on conquering, kidnapping, and proving himself as the ultimate ruler that he never considered how it affected his kid.

But Junior… he had been preparing to take over. Trying to fill the void.

Bowser grumbled, scratching the back of his head. “Ehh… tell you what. We’ll work together.”

Junior’s eyes lit up. “Really?!”

Bowser smirked. “Sure. You can help with my next plan.”

Junior gasped. “Oh oh oh! Are we gonna kidnap Peach again?!”

Bowser’s grin widened. “Of course we are!” He turned, crossing his arms as he envisioned his next scheme. “Mario and his friends got lucky last time, but this time, we’re going bigger. More firepower, more traps, more everything!”

Junior pumped his fists in excitement. “YEAH!!”

But then, his excitement turned softer. He fidgeted for a moment before looking up at his father.

“Dad… do you think this time, Peach will, y’know… stay?”

Bowser blinked. “…Stay?”

Junior nodded. “Well, yeah. I mean, if we do a really good job this time, maybe she won’t wanna leave! And—” He paused, glancing at the floor. “—I mean, it’d be kinda cool to, y’know… have a mama.”

Bowser’s heart stopped for a second.

He stared down at his son, his usual confident grin faltering for just a moment.

A mama.

Bowser Jr. had never had one. And even though Bowser was fierce, strong, powerful—he could never be what a mother was supposed to be.

For a brief second, Bowser felt ashamed. But then, like always, he pushed those feelings aside and grinned again.

“Of course she’ll stay! We’re gonna make sure of it this time!” he said, giving Junior a hearty pat on the shell.

Junior beamed. “Okay!!”

The room buzzed with new energy as the two plotted together, father and son side by side.

But far away, high above the clouds, another princess was watching.

And she was not happy.

Far above, hidden in her floating palace, Princess Puffina sat cross-legged on a velvet cushion, twirling a single fiery red hair strand between her fingers.

She had plucked it from her Bowser earlier that day, and now, she held it over a glowing cauldron. The enchanted water inside rippled, swirling with magic, before an image flickered to life.

There he was.

Her magnificent, mighty king. Her Bowser.

Her eyes gleamed as she watched him, her heart pounding with devotion—until she saw who he was speaking about.

"Oh, Peach my dearest..."

Puffina’s stomach twisted.

That rotten, sickly sweet, perfect little princess.

That dainty damsel who had done nothing but reject him—who had locked him away in a bottle like some common pest!

And yet he still wanted her?!

Her grip on the strand of hair tightened.

Well, if her Bowser wanted Peach, then she would give him Peach.

But not the ungrateful one he foolishly pined for.

No, no, no.

She would give him the princess he deserved. The one who truly loved him.

Herself.

Meanwhile, back at Bowser’s Castle…

After tucking Bowser Jr. into bed, the mighty Koopa King made his way to his personal quarters.

With a heavy sigh, he stepped inside his vast, lavish room—ornate, draped in royal reds and golds—but his eyes didn’t linger on his grand bed or towering throne-like chair.

Instead, he strode toward a massive bookshelf, his claws hovering over the rows of thick, dusty tomes.

Then, he selected one specific book.

With a heavy click, the bookshelf shifted.

A hidden door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit chamber.

Inside, candles flickered around a grand shrine.

A shrine dedicated to her.

Princess Peach.

There were portraits—some stolen, some hand-painted by his minions. A delicate lock of golden hair sat encased in a glass dome, alongside trinkets he had swiped from the Mushroom Kingdom over the years.

And at the very center, a grand statue of Peach herself.

Bowser’s stoic mask crumbled.

He fell to his knees, eyes filled with longing as he gazed up at her radiant image.

"Oh, Peach… my dearest… you may have rejected me, but I know the truth."

He reached out, tracing his clawed fingers over the statue’s porcelain cheek.

"You’re just playing hard to get."

His eyes burned with a fiery determination.

"But don’t worry, my love…"

A smirk curled onto his lips.

"Because soon enough… you’ll be mine."

Meanwhile, watching from her cauldron, Puffina’s eye twitched.

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But you can see the contrast between Puffina’s unhinged determination and Bowser’s delusional longing, and it’s going to be so muchwhen writing this i wrote down so many plot points i could do and im like- overwhelmed. BUT- i hope whatever i have planned makes sense. i have like foreshadowing in this kinda??? idk it makes sense to me. but you can see how the contrast between Puffina’s unhinged determination and Bowser’s delusional longing, and it’s gonna be so fun watching these two clash.

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