Just a little fluffy fic I wrote the other day, and I see no reason not to share. This breaks about three rules of 'Koopa logic' (I dunno what else to call it), but hey, it was just for this story. Also, the Koopalings get their first appearance on this site! Wohoo! Special note that they are his biological kids. Made it that way, found out they actually weren't afterwards. Didn't feel like changing it.

Based off an idea by my cousin, Lavender Twilight.

Disclaimer: Rated K for fluff(ernutters - could not help myself there)

"Lord Bowser, wake up!"

Bowser groaned as the shrill voice of a Boo rang through his ears. He kept his eyes squeezed firmly shut, pulling his blankets over his head. Five more hours. He just wanted to sleep. It was too early.

"Your drowsyness, you'll miss breakfast! You have a meeting in a half an hour!" the Boo pleaded. Bowser let out a huff, and the Boo sighed. "…There's bacon."

Bacon! Bowser's eyes flashed open. He threw his covers off, rolling himself onto his side. A rip sounded, and he winced. Aw, crud. I fell asleep on my back again… The new bed he'd gotten only a week ago was comfy, but it really sunk under his weight. It even allowed him to lay on his back, but his shell's spikes had caused it to tear more nights than one.

The Boo flashed invisible. Bowser raised an eyebrow, tilting his head. Eh, whatever. He stretched his legs out before heaving himself off his bed. He stifled a yawn as he dragged his feet over to the door. Bacon. There's bacon. The thought lifted his feet.

Bowser left behind his room, traveling downstairs to the dining room. He was greeted by the sight of his eight children, each sitting nice and orderly at their seats.

Oh, who was he kidding. The kids were all over the place. Roy was chasing after Morton, who kept repeating that he was sorry over and over. Wendy and Junior were all but at each other's throats, screaming at each other from across the table. Ludwig was trying to mediate both fights at once, but his efforts were ignored. Iggy was leaning back in his chair, a grin on his face as he presumably soaked in the chaos. Lemmy was next to him, playing some sort of game with his utensils. Larry was quiet as always, slouched in his chair with his hands over his ears.

Bowser pressed a hand to his already throbbing temples. Great. I've been awake for barely a minute and my head already hurts. Just great. He sucked in a breath, but a hefty weight collided into his side. He gasped, shooting a glare down at Morton as his largest son ducked behind him. Roy skidded to a halt in front of Bowser, his mouth twisted in a scowl as he eyed his cowering brother.

"Dad! Dad! Tell Roy I'm sorry and that I didn't mean to insult him! I didn't think he'd take offense when I said I thought his pinkness was looking really shiny and vibrant! He thinks I'm insulting him when I was really complimenting that he looked good and he thinks I was calling him a sissy! Please please tell him I'm sorry because Roy wants to pound my skull into pulp and I know he can't do that literally because I have a thick skull and then if he were to do that then my brain would be nothing but—" and he just went on and on…

Bowser put his head in his hands with a groan. I don't have time for this! He sucked in a breath, roaring out, "SHUT UUUUUUP!" The room fell silent, seven heads turning his way (Morton was still clinging to him). Bowser shot glares towards Junior, Wendy, Roy, and Morton. "Stop. Fighting. Now. Get in your seats."

Morton scrambled to comply, sitting rigid in his seat. Roy folded his arms and grumbled under his breath, stomping over to slouch in his chair. Wendy averted her eyes to the wall and rested her cheek in her fist.

"But Paaapaaaa," Junior whined, sticking out his lip in a pout, "Wendy said that I'm—"

Bowser held up a hand, baring his fangs. "I don't care about what any of you brats were fighting about. Thanks to you all, I have a splitting headache. Proud of yourselves yet?" He groaned, pressing his foreclaws to his temples as he trudged to his large chair.

Lemmy giggled. "Dad, you have fluff on your spikes!"

Bowser paused just before his seat. He glanced over his shoulder, sighing as he spotted clumps of the mattress fluff sticking to the spikes on his shell. He groaned. Why didn't anyone tell me about this? I probably look like an— Hey! Roy's laughing at me! He glared at the snickering Koopaling, a growl rising in his throat. Roy's face dropped back to a scowl, his chortles fading.

Bowser reached over his shoulder, straining to pluck a scrap off. He flicked it away. Lemmy let out a squeal, grabbing Bowser's attention. The littlest had scrambled onto the table, his legs shaking as he strained to grab the cotton. Bowser grinned. You like that, huh? He plucked two more scraps off, flicking them towards the tiny Koopaling.

They fluttered down, and Lemmy batted at them. His legs crumpled and he dropped onto his belly. He grabbed one that landed in front of his snout, rubbing his muzzle against it. He let out a purr. "So soft!"

"I want one! I want one!" Junior hopped onto the table, turning a wide-eyed smile towards Bowser. "Please, Papa?"

Bowser grinned. "If you can catch one." He tossed more towards Junior, who gasped and leaped up to catch them. Lemmy batted at ones that drifted down near him. Wendy rolled her eyes with a groan, and Roy was failing to hide a snicker. Ludwig sat back in his chair, a small smile gracing his face. Iggy was nonchalantly watching the action, and Morton was leaning over the table to get a good view. Larry kept his eyes on the kitchen's entryway, fiddling with his fork.

Junior leaped at one of the larger scraps, snatching it out of the air. "I got one!" He held it up over his head, hopping from foot to foot. "I got a big one!"

Bowser couldn't help his smile. His headache had receded, the only sensation being a swelling warmth in his chest. It's nice when the kids are behaving. No stress, no headaches, no trouble. It was moments like these that really made parenting worth it— no matter how small.

Bowser glanced back at his shell one more time before he eased himself into his plush-cushioned seat. He waved his hands. "Alright you two, get off the table." Junior hopped back into his seat, while Lemmy managed to preformed an impressive flip and turn-about. He landed neatly in his seat, already sitting down. Bowser clapped for him, as did Iggy and Ludwig.

"Excellent, Lemmy!" Ludwig praised.

"Hehe! Thanks!" Lemmy grinned, revealing his teeny fangs.

Bowser's stomach let out a whine. He glanced down at it. "Where's the food? The bacon?" it seemed to ask. Bowser pounded his armrest. "Hey!" he barked. "Where's my bacon?!"

Fatherly Bowser is the best! I love hiiim!

*Ahem*

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