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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)!

While I’m not as well versed in the world of Fandoms as ColeyDoesThings, I have been here long enough to have an inkling on how ships can be categorized.

This brings me to ships in the Super Mario fandom- specifically with Luigi!

I’m not sure about you, but the Green Bean seems to be a jack-of-all-trades in shipability thanks to the 7+ characters that I’ve seen him shipped with- and that is through my home feed on here!

And looking at AO3? I am given a fairly good idea of the current ship popularities that I intend to figure out as I stroll through the site.

For instance, Bowser, Daisy, and Peasley are currently the top three ships according to the existing tags- and in that exact order.

In a way, it also makes the most sense that the first two are prolific given the similar potential/established chemistry they have with Luigi! And Peasley? Who has elicited very gushy responses from the Green Bean in the few interactions they had in a single game?

I have little to wonder, really, to see these three as the Addictively Sweet Trio(TM).

On a more interesting note, King Boo runs fourth place in the fic count, and adds a spicy take of who is canonically Luigi’s mortal enemy.

Princess Peach is fifth place, and someone who I don’t usually picture with Luigi if only because I picture a more complex chemistry with Mario and her.

After her is the cavalcade of rare-pairs and cr*ck-pais that include Dimentio, Waluigi, Morty, and Donkey Kong. Depending on personal taste, I can see these ships easily dipping into the bitter, the salty, and the sour takes of what kind of relationship can come about with them just as much as the sweeter possibilities.

Regardless of who is your favorite ship, it stands to show that Luigi himself seems to be very compatible with many Types of characters, and I honestly have no idea how to process that. Like- jeeze- half of them are royalty and I bet someone will add more in due time…

Until I puzzle it out, this post will definitely be on the back burner for a continuation via reblog.

Until then, so ya all later!!

[itsmepage]

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.

[jackie-kawaii]

Cute nurses!~

[sonder-syntax]

The plan was simple, yet utterly unprecedented. There would be no grand parade, no rallying of the royal guard. Just a princess and a plumber, setting out on a mission of healing with a satchel full of homemade remedies and a map of the kingdom’s sorrows.

Luigi packed with a nervous, meticulous energy. He filled his pack not with power-ups, but with carefully labeled bottles of his luminescent antidote, bundles of specific herbs, extra soil nutrients, and his most trusted gardening tools. It felt strange, not packing a single Super Mushroom. It felt… right.

Peach met him at the castle’s side gate as the first rays of sun painted the turrets pink. She wore sturdy boots and a traveling cloak over her dress, a woven basket hooked over her arm. She looked every bit the ruler, but with a determined, practical glint in her eye that Luigi had rarely seen.

“Ready?” she asked, her breath misting in the cool morning air.

Luigi adjusted the strap of his heavy pack. “Ready as I’ll ever be,” he said, and was surprised to find he mostly meant it.

Their first destination, according to Peach’s magical intuition, was a place called the Forgotten Toadstool Village, a small, ancient settlement nestled in a valley that had been bypassed by the kingdom’s main roads. As they walked, the vibrant greens and blues of the Mushroom Kingdom slowly began to give way to a muted palette. The cheerful chirps of Goombas became less frequent, replaced by an oppressive silence.

“It feels… lonely,” Luigi murmured, his voice seeming too loud in the hush.

Peach nodded, her expression grim. “The land remembers being overlooked. My magic has always felt it as a faint ache. Now, it feels like a wound.”

They crested a small hill, and the village lay spread out below them. It was a picture of profound sadness. The once-red Toadstool houses were bleached to a pale, sickly gray. The cobblestone path was cracked and dusty. In the central square, a magnificent, ancient Bell Tree stood, its branches bare and silent, the famous silver bells that once chimed with the wind now hanging as dull as lead.

And in the center of the square, the Blight was a visible, swirling patch of gray mist, pulsing slowly like a diseased heart.

Mario’s approach was immediately evident. A large, charred scar marred the ground where fireballs had hit, and several nearby houses had fresh cracks from what looked like a powerful ground pound. The Blight, however, had simply regrown around the damage, larger than the scout’s report had suggested.

Luigi felt a familiar tremor of fear. But then he looked at Peach’s resolute face, and he felt the weight of the bottles in his pack. We can do this.

“Okay,” he said, more to himself than to her. “Let’s start small.”

He ignored the central mass for now. His eyes landed on a small, decorative fountain at the edge of the square, its basin dry and cracked. Clinging to its rim was a single, hardy cluster of blue Vibe Violets, their color almost completely drained. He approached slowly, as if not to startle a wounded animal.

Peach watched, fascinated, as he got to work. He didn’t pull out a hammer. He pulled out a trowel and a spray bottle.

“The soil is the key,” he explained, his nervousness fading as he slipped into the realm of his expertise. He carefully scraped away the top layer of gray, dust-like Blight. “It’s choking the roots. It can’t breathe.”

He mixed his luminescent solution with fresh soil from his pack, creating a small, glowing mound. Gently, he packed it around the roots of the Violets. Then, he misted the petals with a diluted version of the antidote.

For a moment, nothing happened. Luigi held his breath.

Then, a faint, shimmering blue light traveled up the stem of the flowers. Like a ripple in a pond, the color returned, flooding the petals with a vibrant, celestial blue. The flowers seemed to perk up, turning their faces towards the weak sun. The gray receded from the fountain’s rim, leaving behind clean, if still cracked, stone.

It was a tiny victory. A square foot of reclaimed land in a village of despair.

But Peach’s gasp was one of pure wonder. “Luigi… it’s beautiful.”

He looked up at her, a genuine, unguarded smile spreading across his face. The joy of seeing something he cared for thrive—it was a feeling she understood deeply.

Emboldened, they moved to the next patch, and the next. Luigi worked the soil, his movements patient and sure. Peach, after watching him for a while, knelt beside him.

“Let me help,” she said, and without waiting for a reply, she began to gently clear the gray dust from around a different plant, her hands as careful and graceful as they were when holding a teacup.

They worked in comfortable silence, side-by-side. He would prepare the soil; she would carefully place it around the roots. It was a partnership, a quiet, efficient dance. He showed her how to identify the health of a root system; she pointed out the subtle, magical ley lines of energy that were being blocked by the Blight, things only she could see.

As they restored a small ring of flowers around the Bell Tree, a soft, silvery chime broke the silence.

Ding.

They both froze and looked up. One of the highest bells on the tree had trembled, just once, its sound thin and weak, but unmistakably real.

The gray mist in the center of the square seemed to recoil, shrinking back just an inch.

Tears welled in Peach’s eyes. Not sad tears, but tears of overwhelming hope. “It’s working, Luigi. Truly working.”

Luigi’s heart felt like it would burst. This was better than any cheer from a crowd. This was the quiet, profound satisfaction of healing. Of making things whole again.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the partially restored square, they made camp under the shelter of a restored, colorful Toadstool roof. Luigi started a small fire and began preparing a simple soup from vegetables he’d brought from his garden.

Peach sat watching him, the firelight dancing in her eyes. “You know,” she said softly, “I’ve been to a hundred banquets in my honor. But this… this is the best meal I think I’ve been promised in a long time.”

Luigi stirred the pot, a blush creeping up his neck. “It’s just minestrone.”

“It’s not,” she said, her voice firm but kind. “Luigi. You didn’t just save this place. You gave it a chance to save itself.”

He dared to look at her then, truly look at her. The weary princess from the conservatory was gone. In her place was a woman with dirt smudged on her cheek and a fire of determination in her gaze, and she was looking at him as if he was an equal. As a leader.

He handed her a bowl of soup. Their fingers brushed, and for a moment, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the hopeful, silent growth of the healing land around them. The journey was long, and the source of the Blight still awaited. But here, in the quiet of the forgotten village, something else was taking root, and it was just as real, and just as strong, as the antidote in his pack.

[sonder-syntax]

The dawn did not bring good news. Mario had returned from the edge of the Whispering Woods frustrated and covered in a fine, gray dust that smelled of old sorrows.

“I found the spot,” he grumbled, brushing the dust from his overalls in the castle courtyard. “A big, ugly patch of nothing. I jumped on it, I hit it with fireballs, but it just… swallows the energy. It’s already bigger than it was last night.”

He kicked at a pebble in frustration. Direct action had failed.

Later that morning, Luigi stood at the very edge of the afflicted area. Mario was right. It was a terrifying kind of wrong. A swath of land, about the size of their backyard, was leeched of all color. The grass was a pale, brittle gray. The leaves on the trees were silent and still, not even rustling in the breeze. The very air within the patch was hushed, as if someone had thrown a blanket over the world.

It felt… sad.

While Mario and a group of Toads debated strategies of larger hammers and bigger fireballs, Luigi’s eyes were on the ground. He crouched down, ignoring the nervous flutter in his stomach. He focused on the details, the way he did with his plants.

He saw the way the blight crept along the roots of a tree. He noticed a single, resilient dandelion at the very edge of the affected zone, its vibrant yellow head bowed but not yet defeated. Most importantly, he saw a cluster of common Luminescent Mushrooms growing a few feet away, their soft blue glow seeming to push back against the gray, creating a small barrier of healthy, colorful soil.

An idea, small and fragile, began to sprout in his mind.

He hurried back to his own garden behind their house. And there it was. A small patch, no bigger than a dinner plate, where his own prized Snapdragons were wilting, their colors fading to a sickly pale hue.

His heart sank, but his determination solidified. This was his domain. This was a problem he could approach his way.

He spent the rest of the day in a state of focused, quiet activity. He gathered samples of the Luminescent Mushrooms. He mixed them with purified water and a special nutrient-rich soil compound he used for seedlings. He consulted his gardening books, not on monsters, but on fungal networks and soil health.

He was so engrossed in his work, he didn't hear anyone approach until a soft voice spoke from his garden gate.

“Any luck?”

He turned. Peach stood there, having changed into a simpler, practical dress. She looked at his makeshift alchemy lab—the mortars, pestles, and bubbling mixtures—not with confusion, but with keen interest.

Luigi held up a small clay pot. Inside, a single, once-blighted snapdragon was slowly, miraculously, regaining a faint blush of orange on its petals.

“I… I think so,” he said, a tremor of excitement in his voice. “It’s not a fight. It’s an antidote. It’s like… the land is sick. And this,” he gestured to the mixture, “is the medicine.”

Peach stepped into the garden, her eyes fixed on the recovering flower. A true, brilliant smile spread across her face, one that reached her eyes and lit them from within. It was the smile of someone seeing a real solution after a lifetime of temporary fixes.

“Luigi, that’s… that’s incredible.” She looked from the flower to his face. “Mario is preparing to rally a bigger force. But you… you’re healing it.”

He shuffled his feet, suddenly shy under her admiring gaze. “It’s just a little flower.”

“It’s a start,” she corrected him, her voice firm and sure. She took a deep breath, making a decision. “My royal magic is tied to the kingdom’s heart. I can feel its pains, its sorrows. I can lead us to the worst of it.”

She looked at him, not as a princess issuing a command, but as a partner proposing an alliance.

“You understand the ‘how,’ Luigi. I can help with the ‘where.’ What do you say? Shall we try to heal the kingdom together?”

Luigi’s heart hammered against his ribs, but for once, it wasn't entirely from fear. It was from hope. He looked at the hopeful flower, then at the hopeful princess, and he nodded, a slow, steady certainty settling in his soul.

“Si,” he said, squaring his shoulders. “We can do this.”

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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.