Luich(Luigi X Peach) Aesthetic:
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Luich(Luigi X Peach) Aesthetic:
For the Luigi/Peach shippers (* ̄▽ ̄)b
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Flavors Of A Ship: Luigi Addition
ONCE AGAIN, I COME BACK TO POST ABOUT BOWUIGI (and other ships, as a treat)!
Her Hero
Luich || This idea has always been the back of my mind after playing Luigi Mansion and honestly Luigi deserves it p.s I apologize for this being so short 
Summary: Peach bakes a cake for Luigi after returning home from the haunted Mansion
Fluff
Warnings: Talk of loss of sleep, implied kidnapping, dog licking/barking & kissing
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It was sunset when they returned home, and poor sweet Luigi was still so exhausted when they returned to the kingdom so Peach ordered to let the two boys in the castle for the night. Luigi practically dived to the bed in the guest room, quickly falling asleep when Peach, Mario, and the Toads gathered all their- and by ‘their’ it’s Peach’s stuff- settled in. It was completely nightfall, and everyone was asleep from the haunting day and Peach was still awake; in her pink matching pajamas, in the kitchen stirring up a small cake, the bright lights and a nap from earlier, keeping her awake.
Baking for others has always been Peach’s favorite way to show her appreciation for others; that’s just her love language in general, gift-giving. Sometimes she can’t put her love into words, so she pours her heart out though actions like gift-making. Luigi deserved it after all. Oh, Peach couldn’t control her smile when placed a cherry on top of the pastry, Peach had adored Luigi for quite some time, she loved how shy and scared he was at basically anything and yet, despite this, Luigi had always powered through it: going on adventurous despite his worry, meeting new people, and fighting against his biggest fear to save his loved ones, like a true hero. Her hero. In other words, she admired his bravery and just like all her other heroes, Peach had to show her gratitude, with a kiss and a cake. Even though her hero was currently resting. She grabbed the plate and made her way to the guest room where Luigi was whisked away in dreamland. She gently opened the door, careful not to make any noise awning at the sight of Luigi cuddled up in the blanket with Polterpup glowing in his arms. Peach, watching her steps, went next to the nightstand with the lightened lamp. Gently placing the plate- not too close to the edge or too close to the lamp- with prep coverage and a fork when he wakes up. She slipped a note from her pocket in the nightgown folding it on the plate away from the cake. As Peach tiptoed, her way back to the door stopping her movements when she heard a sound from Luigi, well it wasn’t him, he was still snoring but Polterpup was awake and barked in excitement seeing Peach, she shushed as quietly as she could but nevertheless he ran up to her for pets and of course, she sighed, knowing she had to give it to him but at the expense of Luigi’s well-earned rest. Also he was a great dog and deserved all the loving. 
“Princess..?” Luigi yawned rubbing his eyes as Polterpup went back to him after hearing the sound of voice. “Is that-a you?” He said, accepting Polter’s kisses. Poor thing, Peach could still see the sleepiness in his eyes, he was still in his every day overalls, now unkept and mess as the pants were lose. His green hat was on the bed next to him and his brown hair was a mess. “Oh yes!” Peach answered back in a whisper. “But you can go back to sleep, I was just giving you a gift.” She shyly admitted. Luigi looked around the room, his half closed eyes going wide when he saw the small cake for him. Peach’s smile brightened when she saw blush creep up to his cheeks in the dark atmosphere while Luigi took the cake in his lap pushing Polter away for the time being. “T-thank you..” he said shyly taking the time to eat it, even though he might prefer to go back to sleep, eat it another time he didn’t have the heart to. Peach probably worked hard on this for him and probably lost sleep because of it! He’ll be damned if he didn’t eat it on the spot! Peach decided to sit with him bringing Polter to her lap so he could enjoy his treat.
The two talked for a while, when after Luigi was done with the cake. Mentioning the events of the mansion and what Luigi went through while Peach, Mario, and the Toads were trapped in paintings, laughter sounded throughout the room as the two talked the night away, ending off with a confession, a kiss and a cake.
Cute nurses!~
The air on the moon was still and silent, a fine grey dust settling over the ancient ruins. Under the serene blue curve of the Earth, a scene of bizarre pageantry was unfolding.
Bowser, the Koopa King, knelt, his massive frame straining the fabric of his tuxedo. In his claw, a Super Star ring glittered, a galaxy of captured light. "Peach! Let's make it official! You and me! Ruler of the world!"
Opposite him, Mario, ever the hero in his crisp top hat, stood his ground. His offer was a simpler, heartfelt ring and a hopeful, earnest expression. "Mario!" he said, the name itself a proposal.
And between them stood Princess Peach, her arms crossed. A deep, weary sigh escaped her lips. "No."
The single syllable hung in the vacuum. Bowser’s jaw went slack. Mario’s hopeful smile shattered, replaced by a confusion so profound it looked like physical pain. A soft, wounded "Mamma mia..." was all he could muster.
"No to you, Bowser," Peach continued, her voice gaining a steely edge. "And... no to you, Mario." Her gaze swept over them, not with malice, but with a finality that chilled them both. "I am not a prize to be won at the end of a grand adventure. I am not a trophy to be captured."
From the edge of the crater, Luigi watched. There was no fear in his eyes today, only a quiet, pensive curiosity. He had followed his brother, as he always did, not as a scared sidekick, but as steadfast support. He stood with his Poltergust slung over his shoulder, his posture relaxed. He was genuinely wondering what Peach would do, how she would possibly resolve this eternal triangle. The thought that he was a variable in this equation never once crossed his mind. He was an observer. The audience.
Peach’s eyes, a brilliant and determined blue, then drifted past the stunned king and the heartbroken hero. They scanned the small crowd and landed directly on him.
Luigi’s breath caught, but he didn't flinch. He merely met her gaze, his head tilting in polite confusion. Is she looking for moral support? he thought. Does she need me to hold something?
Then she began to walk. Not towards the king, nor towards the hero. She glided past them both, her wedding dress whispering against the lunar regolith. She walked directly towards him.
His mind, usually so quick to conjure anxieties, was a perfect, blank slate of disbelief.
"You see me, Luigi," she said, her voice soft but clear, meant for him, but carrying in the stillness. "Not a princess, not a prize. You see the person who worries about the kingdom's budget, who enjoys the quiet of the garden, who is tired of the grand gestures." She was before him now, so close he could see the starlight in her eyes. "You don't fight for glory. You fight because it's right. You stand by your brother not in his shadow, but as his equal. You are kind, and you are brave in a way they cannot understand."
Luigi could only stare, his mind reeling, trying to process words that felt like they were spoken in a foreign language. Choose? Me? But… Mario…
Peach turned, just slightly, to deliver the final verdict. "So, my answer is no to both of you."
Then she turned back to him. Her smile was the warmest, most genuine thing he had ever seen. She reached out and gently took his gloved hand.
"My choice," she declared, her voice clear and resonant, "is Luigi."
The silence that followed was absolute.
Luigi’s world narrowed to the feeling of her hand in his. The part of him that had always lived in a comparative narrative—Mario is the hero, I am the helper—shattered. He wasn't shocked into fainting; he was stunned into a profound, life-altering clarity.
It was a clarity that saved them.
"LUIGI?!" Bowser’s roar was a cataclysm of pure, undiluted fury. "THE GREEN ONE?!"
A torrent of fire erupted from the Koopa King's maw, not aimed at Mario, but directly at the new couple. It was a blind, jealous strike, unpredictable and wide.
Mario shouted, "Hey!" and moved, but he was too far away.
Luigi didn't think.
The moment he saw the orange glow illuminate Bowser's throat, instinct forged in a hundred haunted mansions took over. Peach was close, right in the line of fire. In one fluid, powerful motion, his surprise crystallized into action. He dropped the Poltergust, his left arm sweeping around Peach's shoulders, turning her away from the blast as he spun, placing his own back between her and the inferno.
He stood firm, his body a shield, his green cap casting a shadow over her face. The heat of the fire washed over them, but the main blast passed by, harmlessly scorching the moon rock where they had just been standing.
The fire subsided. In the sudden quiet, Luigi slowly relaxed his protective hold, but he didn't step away. He kept himself positioned slightly in front of Peach, his gaze no longer curious or confused, but steady and resolved, fixed on the seething Bowser.
Mario stood frozen, his own protective leap halted mid-action. He watched his brother—not cowering, not nervous, but standing tall and defiant, guarding the princess he had just chosen. A complex wave of emotions—heartbreak, confusion, and a dawning, bewildered pride—washed over him.