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[2013] Unintentional Affection (Category 1: <1000 words)
Title: Unintentional Affection
Author: Bill
Rating: PG
Prompt: Exploration
Fandom/Series: Super Mario
Word Count: 988 Words
Disclaimer: I, the author of this ficlet, do not claim ownership of Nintendo's original concepts or any of the characters affiliated with it. I do, however, reserve the right to my plot for the sake of the integrity of my literature.
Summary: Peach has finally put her foot down- things need to change around Bowser's castle. In a twist of role-reversal, Peach rescues Mario and meets a big fan- Bowser Jr, who is under the false pretense that Peach is his mother.
Unintentional Affection
She took in a breath of the smoke-riddled air, allowing it to fill her lungs and surge through her veins. She imagines the particles congealing in her lungs, being fed into her blood cells and she shuddered, momentarily disgusted. But she regained her composure. She delicately cleared her throat of it and continued walking along the cobblestone pathway. Aesthetically offensive stone monuments on the wall depicted the fierce creature she was about to face; Princess Peach couldn't help surmise that Bowser's castle could do with a woman's touch.
Defiantly, the sound of petite heels raining down on the cobblestones echoed throughout the entire castle, and in one elegant movement, the Princess pinned the left side of her dress to her garter. Appearances didn't matter anymore. She was here to deliver justice and restore order.
The lady fluttered her eyelashes to clear her vision from the asphyxiating stench of brimstone, coming to the realisation that this was it.
She quickened her pace, flames roaring either side of her from the open-mouthed stone mounts carved in the likeness of the villain she was about to meet. The tips of her bright blonde hair were singed and ash fluttered to a stop atop her lips- as she confronted the solid oak doors, she was self-consciously aware of the fact she looked abhorrent. But if that over-grown gecko thought that a pinch of dust would hinder her, he had it all wrong. Peach wrenched open the doors without abandon.
She entered the room to find the scaly behemoth lounging atop a giant throne, rested his serpentine head on his fist. "Peach," he growled languidly. "You've arrived."
“Stuff a mushroom in it, Bowser,” she answered with thinly-veiled sass. “Where’s Mario?”
In response to her question, a cage suspended from the ceiling to the side of the creature shook, the creaking echoing through Peach's ears. The spiny-shelled monster crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Peach's mouth slightly agape, gasping at the sight of her moustachioed love. Trapped.
This Italian man grabbed at the iron bars of his cage. "Peach?" he whispered somewhat pathetically. One strap of his denim overalls was shredded, revealing a disturbingly hairy chest.
"Let him free at once, Bowser," Peach yelled, glaring at him. Bowser stood up from his throne and chuckled.
"You really don't understand yet, do you, Princess?" he smiled slyly.
Bowser chuckled once more when another, higher-pitched voice chimed in. "Hey, Mama Peach is here!" the voice yelled with glee, having woken from a nap, curled up behind Bowser's throne. He poked his head out and his eyes filled with tears as he saw the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom in front of him. He ran forward, his neckerchief covering his enormous smile. He stopped, with the princess within reach and looked up at her. "Long time no see! Papa told me you'd be back!" he said joyfully. He hugged Princess Peach around her legs, unable to reach up to give her a proper hug. The princess gaped, unable to respond to the small reptile’s advances.
"Bowser Jr, is it?" she stammered.
"Yep!” came the jovial response. “Mama Peach, you gotta see the drawings I made for you! Look- this one is you and me holding hands at the beach!" the little boy said.
"Jr, would you mind going back to your room for a little while? Mama needs to talk to Papa- alone."
“No!” Princess Peach blurted. When she realised what she had said, she waveringly checked herself. “I mean, er , yes, go to your room, dear.” The term of affection felt cold and stale, but Bowser Jr didn’t seem to mind.
"Okay Mama! See you soon!!" He pulled down his neckerchief and stood up on his toes to give the princess a kiss, but Bowser growled, and the child slunk away to his room.
Princess Peach looked up at the child's father with fire in her eyes. "Really, Bowser? You told him I was his mother?!"
"Eh, well…" Bowser stuttered.
“No,” the Princess retorted, “this isn’t right. Do you have any idea what this could do to him in the long-term?”
“You’re such a mush-bucket, Peach,” the serpent whined. “Why do I always have to be the bad guy and send the kid to his room?”
The Princess’s stomach curdled in disgust at hearing Bowser utter her name; every fibre of her being instinctually wrenched away from this vile creature. But Bowser Jr was different. He hadn’t been corrupted yet- he was only doing what any six-year-old would do. He was trying to keep his family together, and that incensed her most of all.
“Bowser, you disgust me.”
“Aww, come on, baby, you know I-”
“Don’t call me that!” she shrieked. “You can’t just heartlessly use a child for your own personal gain! Things are going to change around here,” Peach asserted with all the airs and graces of royalty.
“No, Mama, don’t make me do it!” Bowser Jr cried.
“You’ve got to, darling. I know it’s unpleasant, but it’s something you’ve got to do.”
“Please don’t make me!” he begged, eyes glistening with tears.
“Bowser, listen to me,” she said, meeting his reptilian gaze. “This is something that’s necessary. I wouldn’t be asking you to do it if it wasn’t.”
“Mama, I hate it! I hate it! Please Mama Peach!”
But the Princess got her way in the end. She always did. After an arduous battle, Bowser Jr opened his mouth and allowed himself to eat the carrot. He chewed scrupulously, and swallowed resentfully, but it was done, and his Mama smiled in satisfaction.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“It’s better than Papa’s cooking…” he conceded slowly.
“Well there you go.”
“Mama?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I still don’t like carrots.”
Peach gathered her scaly 'son' into a hug, and he scrambled into her lap. “I love you anyway,” she told him.
“Yeah, Mama, I love you too.”
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Author: Bill
Rating: PG
Prompt: Exploration
Fandom/Series: Super Mario
Word Count: 988 Words
Disclaimer: I, the author of this ficlet, do not claim ownership of Nintendo's original concepts or any of the characters affiliated with it. I do, however, reserve the right to my plot for the sake of the integrity of my literature.
Summary: Peach has finally put her foot down- things need to change around Bowser's castle. In a twist of role-reversal, Peach rescues Mario and meets a big fan- Bowser Jr, who is under the false pretense that Peach is his mother.
Unintentional Affection
She took in a breath of the smoke-riddled air, allowing it to fill her lungs and surge through her veins. She imagines the particles congealing in her lungs, being fed into her blood cells and she shuddered, momentarily disgusted. But she regained her composure. She delicately cleared her throat of it and continued walking along the cobblestone pathway. Aesthetically offensive stone monuments on the wall depicted the fierce creature she was about to face; Princess Peach couldn't help surmise that Bowser's castle could do with a woman's touch.
Defiantly, the sound of petite heels raining down on the cobblestones echoed throughout the entire castle, and in one elegant movement, the Princess pinned the left side of her dress to her garter. Appearances didn't matter anymore. She was here to deliver justice and restore order.
The lady fluttered her eyelashes to clear her vision from the asphyxiating stench of brimstone, coming to the realisation that this was it.
She quickened her pace, flames roaring either side of her from the open-mouthed stone mounts carved in the likeness of the villain she was about to meet. The tips of her bright blonde hair were singed and ash fluttered to a stop atop her lips- as she confronted the solid oak doors, she was self-consciously aware of the fact she looked abhorrent. But if that over-grown gecko thought that a pinch of dust would hinder her, he had it all wrong. Peach wrenched open the doors without abandon.
She entered the room to find the scaly behemoth lounging atop a giant throne, rested his serpentine head on his fist. "Peach," he growled languidly. "You've arrived."
“Stuff a mushroom in it, Bowser,” she answered with thinly-veiled sass. “Where’s Mario?”
In response to her question, a cage suspended from the ceiling to the side of the creature shook, the creaking echoing through Peach's ears. The spiny-shelled monster crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Peach's mouth slightly agape, gasping at the sight of her moustachioed love. Trapped.
This Italian man grabbed at the iron bars of his cage. "Peach?" he whispered somewhat pathetically. One strap of his denim overalls was shredded, revealing a disturbingly hairy chest.
"Let him free at once, Bowser," Peach yelled, glaring at him. Bowser stood up from his throne and chuckled.
"You really don't understand yet, do you, Princess?" he smiled slyly.
Bowser chuckled once more when another, higher-pitched voice chimed in. "Hey, Mama Peach is here!" the voice yelled with glee, having woken from a nap, curled up behind Bowser's throne. He poked his head out and his eyes filled with tears as he saw the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom in front of him. He ran forward, his neckerchief covering his enormous smile. He stopped, with the princess within reach and looked up at her. "Long time no see! Papa told me you'd be back!" he said joyfully. He hugged Princess Peach around her legs, unable to reach up to give her a proper hug. The princess gaped, unable to respond to the small reptile’s advances.
"Bowser Jr, is it?" she stammered.
"Yep!” came the jovial response. “Mama Peach, you gotta see the drawings I made for you! Look- this one is you and me holding hands at the beach!" the little boy said.
"Jr, would you mind going back to your room for a little while? Mama needs to talk to Papa- alone."
“No!” Princess Peach blurted. When she realised what she had said, she waveringly checked herself. “I mean, er , yes, go to your room, dear.” The term of affection felt cold and stale, but Bowser Jr didn’t seem to mind.
"Okay Mama! See you soon!!" He pulled down his neckerchief and stood up on his toes to give the princess a kiss, but Bowser growled, and the child slunk away to his room.
Princess Peach looked up at the child's father with fire in her eyes. "Really, Bowser? You told him I was his mother?!"
"Eh, well…" Bowser stuttered.
“No,” the Princess retorted, “this isn’t right. Do you have any idea what this could do to him in the long-term?”
“You’re such a mush-bucket, Peach,” the serpent whined. “Why do I always have to be the bad guy and send the kid to his room?”
The Princess’s stomach curdled in disgust at hearing Bowser utter her name; every fibre of her being instinctually wrenched away from this vile creature. But Bowser Jr was different. He hadn’t been corrupted yet- he was only doing what any six-year-old would do. He was trying to keep his family together, and that incensed her most of all.
“Bowser, you disgust me.”
“Aww, come on, baby, you know I-”
“Don’t call me that!” she shrieked. “You can’t just heartlessly use a child for your own personal gain! Things are going to change around here,” Peach asserted with all the airs and graces of royalty.
“No, Mama, don’t make me do it!” Bowser Jr cried.
“You’ve got to, darling. I know it’s unpleasant, but it’s something you’ve got to do.”
“Please don’t make me!” he begged, eyes glistening with tears.
“Bowser, listen to me,” she said, meeting his reptilian gaze. “This is something that’s necessary. I wouldn’t be asking you to do it if it wasn’t.”
“Mama, I hate it! I hate it! Please Mama Peach!”
But the Princess got her way in the end. She always did. After an arduous battle, Bowser Jr opened his mouth and allowed himself to eat the carrot. He chewed scrupulously, and swallowed resentfully, but it was done, and his Mama smiled in satisfaction.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”
“It’s better than Papa’s cooking…” he conceded slowly.
“Well there you go.”
“Mama?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I still don’t like carrots.”
Peach gathered her scaly 'son' into a hug, and he scrambled into her lap. “I love you anyway,” she told him.
“Yeah, Mama, I love you too.”
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