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Candlelight and Secrets
By Wolfe-kun
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"Bowser... We really havre to stop meeting this way..." Peach flings her hair over her shoulder as she presses the glass to her lips. "He'll catch on sooner or later..."
"No... Peach, we don't tell your father. Not yet, at least. You know what he'd probably do.." Bowser looked at Peach annoyedly, chewing through his tough meat. "It's bad enough that the cover we use is me capturing you... but, he'll never approbve of me, at one look..."
"And the fact that you paralyzed his whole kingdom once, and set those insane kids of yours free twice..." Peach said dryly, smiling slightly. "And Mario... He isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but even he'll realise eventually that I'm not serious when I'm screaming. Definately when Luigi comes along... He's a smidgeon smarter, though nobody notices. What I'm saying is, this is dangerous..."
"Mario's never even scratched me, and you're saying he's dangerous?" Bowser found this humourous. "Peach..."
The conversation was paused when Bowser knocked over the pitcher of water onto Peach's salad, making salad soup... "Errr..."
Peach waved it off. "It's fine, I'll just go get a spoon... You know, Bowser, for a dragon you have impeccable table manners. That will come in handy at the wedding..."
Bowser snorted, a lick of flame faintly visible. "If not for that plumber, we'd've been amrried twice already..."
"And I am sick of the unwilling bride act. Really, hoew dense is Mario? Am I that convincing?" Peach smiled, walking back intot he room with her spoon, and sitting down.
"Maybe it's the incarnation of your cold feet?" Bowser joked, smiling wryly.
"Me? Cold Feet? 'Tis unladylike to have cold feet, sir, did you not know? My instructors have mentioned that often... Along with much other 'wedding information'. It's really ironic, that their dropping hints for me to marry someone when I'm planning a wedding entirely under their noses..." Peach held her fork, biting the end for a second and looking thoughtful.
"So, my lovely princess, when you planning on a date?" Bowser smiled. "June the 5th? That gives us... eight months, right?"
"Seven, Bow..." Peach shook her head, smiling with fake annoyance. "Though, if you want to have eight months.."
"I know how it is with you human women... First eight, then nine, then three years. I've been courting you for five years, Peach, we're definately not 'unsure' about this, right?"
"Uhhhhhhh-hunh..." Peach smiled. "Pass the bread, please..."
.:Ending:.
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Okay, shot out a BowserPeach oneshot for people to chew on... A little unbelievable, but I'm just getting ahold of the characters... Never expected Mario ficcing to be so fun!
Candlelight and Secrets
By Wolfe-kun
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"Bowser... We really havre to stop meeting this way..." Peach flings her hair over her shoulder as she presses the glass to her lips. "He'll catch on sooner or later..."
"No... Peach, we don't tell your father. Not yet, at least. You know what he'd probably do.." Bowser looked at Peach annoyedly, chewing through his tough meat. "It's bad enough that the cover we use is me capturing you... but, he'll never approbve of me, at one look..."
"And the fact that you paralyzed his whole kingdom once, and set those insane kids of yours free twice..." Peach said dryly, smiling slightly. "And Mario... He isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, but even he'll realise eventually that I'm not serious when I'm screaming. Definately when Luigi comes along... He's a smidgeon smarter, though nobody notices. What I'm saying is, this is dangerous..."
"Mario's never even scratched me, and you're saying he's dangerous?" Bowser found this humourous. "Peach..."
The conversation was paused when Bowser knocked over the pitcher of water onto Peach's salad, making salad soup... "Errr..."
Peach waved it off. "It's fine, I'll just go get a spoon... You know, Bowser, for a dragon you have impeccable table manners. That will come in handy at the wedding..."
Bowser snorted, a lick of flame faintly visible. "If not for that plumber, we'd've been amrried twice already..."
"And I am sick of the unwilling bride act. Really, hoew dense is Mario? Am I that convincing?" Peach smiled, walking back intot he room with her spoon, and sitting down.
"Maybe it's the incarnation of your cold feet?" Bowser joked, smiling wryly.
"Me? Cold Feet? 'Tis unladylike to have cold feet, sir, did you not know? My instructors have mentioned that often... Along with much other 'wedding information'. It's really ironic, that their dropping hints for me to marry someone when I'm planning a wedding entirely under their noses..." Peach held her fork, biting the end for a second and looking thoughtful.
"So, my lovely princess, when you planning on a date?" Bowser smiled. "June the 5th? That gives us... eight months, right?"
"Seven, Bow..." Peach shook her head, smiling with fake annoyance. "Though, if you want to have eight months.."
"I know how it is with you human women... First eight, then nine, then three years. I've been courting you for five years, Peach, we're definately not 'unsure' about this, right?"
"Uhhhhhhh-hunh..." Peach smiled. "Pass the bread, please..."
.:Ending:.
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Okay, shot out a BowserPeach oneshot for people to chew on... A little unbelievable, but I'm just getting ahold of the characters... Never expected Mario ficcing to be so fun!