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scribhneoirtuirseach · 1 year

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I'll Let the Seasons Change My Mind (3/10)

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featuring: Mario, Luigi, Bowser, Kamek & Koopas

wordcount: 1125

"Lu! Mail for you down here!"

Stretching out nice and big, Luigi releases a content sigh as he stirs from his sleep. The sun is out but not too bright, providing a nice warmth to the spot he'd been previously curled up in. Perfect, really, for him to just curl back up and sleep again…

"Luigi Mario, don't make me come up there!" Mario calls up again in Italian this time— Must be grumpy from the late night out, Luigi can't say that he blames him all that much. The Toadstools really know how to party!

Soon changing into fresh clothes and making his way downstairs, Luigi runs a hand through his hair as he retrieves the envelope from the table. Not a bill, he notes groggily.

He takes a seat, thumb sliding under the fold to carefully pry it open before taking out the letter within.

"Mr. Luigi Mario is hereby invited to Bowser Castle, which should currently be floating some distance above Mushroom Kingdom, accessible by pipe for ease of travel.

P.S., No need to be anxious: You're the only guest."

"No time…" Luigi mutters softly to himself, brows knit together as he turns over the sheet.

Mario lets out an inquisitive him, setting Luigi's breakfast in front of him. "For what?"

"I'm invited to Bowser's— It doesn't say when to go." He informs, handing the letter over to free up his hands and begin eating.

"Just go when you're done breakfast, eh?"

"I might seem too eager."

"Are you eager?"

Pausing, Luigi squints and playfully jabs his fork in his brother's direction. "Not-a the point."

Hands raising in defence, Mario chuckles as he leans back against the counter. "I think you should go soon as you can, spend the day with him… We don't have anything happening, anyway. Perfect timing!"

Humming, Luigi vaguely wonders whether Mario has any involvement in… whatever this is about, but ultimately decides to shrug it off and focus on eating.

Barely half an hour passes before he leaves home and finds the correct pipe, eyes widening in curiosity at the site of the castle he plops in front of, much different to the last time he'd… 'visited'. The stone exterior is lighter now, must have been cleaned, and the facade of Bowser's face is— inexplicably less intimidating. Though, that might just be his own changed perception of things.

The land around is no longer completely barren; Still dark, yes, but the grass is beginning to grow and leaves are starting to sprout on the trees. Could do with some flowers…

Flapping his hands for a moment to let go of his anxious energy, Luigi blows out a breath before walking to the gigantic front doors and reaching up in an attempt to tug on the knocker— Not a hope in hell, unfortunately, due to his height.

Luckily, there are Koopas inside who somehow know he's there and work to open the doors from the inside. Unluckily, Luigi loses his balance in his attempt to reach and falls forward into the castle after failing to fix his footing. Lucky a second time, Kamek's magic prevents him from going face first into the floor.

"Mamma mia!" The plumber chuckles nervously as he's set right again, cheeks glowing an embarrassed red by the time his feet touch the ground again. Trust him to mess up just entering a place!

Familiar thundering footsteps are heard approaching the entrance hall, and Luigi watches curiously as the Koopas quickly bow their heads when Bowser comes into their vision.

"Luigi! You're just in time, come along!" He seems thrilled, if not a little nervous, and Luigi can't help a smile, waiting a moment for Kamek to finish dusting him off before jogging to join the King's side.

"What is happening, did you need me for something?" He questions, curious.

"Oh, no, no," A large clawed hand comes up to brush Bowser's fur back as he begins to lead their way through the halls— It looks soft, the way it bounces slightly with each step. Luigi wonders in the back of his mind if it'd be considered offensive to pet it… Hell, if their strange considering-things situation it offensive. Are interspecies relationships accepted and common here? "I wanted to show you something." Thank goodness he can still hear when his mind insists on wandering.

Even so, it's better to will himself to focus than hope he catches context. Whatever this is, it's clearly important to Bowser… He finds himself not wanting to miss out. "Oh ye?"

Nodding, the King stops their tracks in front of another set of doors, hands reaching towards Luigi. When he doesn't move away or show any sign of discomfort, Bowser uses them to carefully cover his eyes for whatever surprise is ahead— By the sound of things, he's using his tail to push the door open as he continues to guide the human ahead. Endearing, the plumber feels.

"Okay, keep your eyes closed…"

Luigi does as he's told, doing his best not to pay mind to how cold his face suddenly feels when Bowser's hands leave it.

"Aaand… open!"

Ever obedient to the wishes of others, he opens his eyes, and they immediately widen with amazement at the room he finds himself in. No overwhelming overhead sources of light, no colours too intense, comfortable furniture, books a-plenty, and… a bouquet of peonies in Bowser's grasp.

After so long living in his brother's shadow, Luigi has been seen. "How…?"

"I had Kamek do some research— And some magic…" The King admits sheepishly as he steps closer, tail swaying proud behind him while he looks over his fine work. "Do you like it? I thought you might prefer spending time somewhere tailored for you, rather than those big, loud parties."

Glancing over to Luigi, his eyes widen to find those beautiful blues beginning to tear up. "And, and it's alright if you don't like it, I can change it! Anything you want—" He's cut off by the plumber jumping up and clinging onto him in his best attempt at a hug considering their size difference.

"It is perfect, Bowser," Luigi manages to whisper, relaxing at the feeling of large arms coming around him to support him. "A perfect space to share with you."

Steadying his own breathing as to not start crying himself, Bowser lets out a relieved huff through his snout as he closes his own eyes. He had been prepared for Luigi to outright refuse, or accept on the condition of being alone… But he wants Bowser's company, if their last few anything interactions are anything to go by— Something that will take time to truly believe, but hearing it truly is enough to melt a previously hardened heart.

#bowuigi #bowuigi fic #my writing #i'll let the seasons change my mind #mario mario #luigi mario #bowser #kamek #koopas #autistic luigi #sensory friendly room

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jell-o101 · 1 year

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Anyone else noticed that his arms do the T Rex thingy??

I even tried to see if any other character did it as much as Luigi.

Nope.

#luigi #the super mario bros movie #mario movie #mario and luigi #mario #luigi my beloved #autistic characters #autistic?

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subspacetrioappreciationcorner · 4 months

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blueseraphim · 1 year

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Luigi bonding with the Koopalings is my new favorite Bowuigi troupe

Imagine the potential of Luigi and the Koopalings interacting, this can make for some really sweet or funny moments between them. Like I really need to see more of this in Bowuigi fics.

Luigi talking to the Koopalings:So uh, what do you guys like?

Wendy:*smiling* Men

Larry:Video games

Morton:Food, I really love food

Lemmy:THE CIRCUS! Oh, and fun!

Jr:Oh, Art for me!

Roy:The color pink! I think it's a manly color.

Ludwig:Classical music really soothes my soul~ 🎼

Luigi:Wow, I can't believe we have so much in common!

Iggy:*tapping the microphone* I'm autistic

#autistic rambling #super mario brothers #bowuigi #mario bros #luigi #bowser #koopalings #iggy koopa #Hannah's hall of fame #wow 200 likes on my headcanon #thanks

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 3 months

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I don't know how to elaborate.

#ramblings :)#Legit I just made this on a whim for the discord server I don't know how to elaborate on this #I guess basically my thought process was. a spectrum between people I hc as autistic #from Chill. to depressed. to asshole. to batshit insane #So here take it I don't fucking know #Luigi's there cause I feel like it #He's autistic too but on his own cause he fits. nowhere on this graph

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mightyartist04 · 2 months

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Weegie mansion

#autistic artist #art #mario and luigi #luigi fanart #luigi #luigi’s mansion #gamecube #luigi my beloved #nintendo

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peaches2217 · 4 months

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Perhaps some 🤒 for Luisley?

🤒 - Needing to be looked after

Overstimulated

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The click of the front door opening, muffled though it was through the walls of his bedroom, brought Luigi out of his self-induced trance. That would be Mario. Back so soon?

When there was no call of “Weegee, sono tornato!”, the dread fluttering within Luigi’s stomach beat its wings even harder, exacerbated by the perpetual overstimulation that buzzed throughout his limbs and core. A silent Mario was rarely a good thing. That usually meant he was angry or deeply saddened or so thoroughly baffled that he had to retreat into his thoughts to make any sense of his own feelings, and given the context under which he had left the house…

What did he say? Was he upset? Those thoughts tumbled through Luigi’s head in a maddening rush, and as terrified as he was of the answer, he needed to know. As unusually light footsteps padded towards his room, he cocooned himself beneath his blankets, as if their soft fabric could cushion the blow of whatever he was about to hear, and steeled himself.

“Ch-che ha detto?” he called out to his brother. “Era… arrabbiato?”

The voice that responded was not Mario’s.

“Ah! There you are!”

Luigi’s blood froze within his veins.

He tossed the blankets aside and sat up just as the door was thrown open, and the sudden slam of wood against wood sent a jolt through his body that made him clap his hands over his ears. The all too familiar figure in the doorway, his bold chartreuse and white and gold standing in stark contrast to the cottage’s cozy interior, jolted as well.

“Commoners’ abodes,” Peasley muttered beneath his breath, eyeing the door with a mix of contempt and bemusement. “Why must your doors be so ludicrously lightweight?”

The disdain in his eyes might normally draw a chuckle from Luigi — he could practically see Peasley storming into the office of Toad Town’s primary contractor and causing a scene, because how dare the great heroes of the Mushroom Kingdom be given a home constructed of anything less than marble and solid gold — but today he flinched away from it.

This wasn’t happening. Surely this wasn’t happening.

Remembering all too suddenly the state that he was in, Luigi dove beneath the covers once more. Maybe he hadn’t been seen. Maybe he could still save face. Maybe the fabric could swallow him whole and put an end to this nightmare before it began. “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“What am I doing?” Peasley repeated, his tone thick with mock-offense. “My love, what wouldn’t I be doing here? Is it not one’s most sacred duty to tend to their loved ones in times of need?”

His voice came nearer as he spoke, and beneath his shroud of cotton and down, Luigi gulped. His pulse throbbed in his ears, his heart threatening to rip through bone and sinew right out of his chest. “Please don’t worry,” he said, though his voice shook far more than he would’ve liked. “I— I’m sorry I couldn’t make it today! It’s just, y’know—”

“‘Shroom fever’, correct?” Peasley drew the question out, his voice calm, but laced with something that sounded like amusement.

He didn’t buy it. Immediately Luigi’s throat tightened, and he inhaled sharply, willing himself not to start tearing up.

He expected his blankets to be pried away any moment now, for Peasley to expose his unkempt, lying face and see him for the great big mess that he truly was. The mattress dipped beside where he was curled into a pathetic heap, and his muscles tensed, preparing for the worst.

But it never came.

“Yes, that’s what the red one told me.” The amusement was still there, but now it sounded softer, more affectionate than accusatory. “I must say, he’s not too terribly convincing a liar. He would have held no qualms in seeing me to your bedside if you were ill, but he couldn’t give me a good answer for why this time was different.”

Luigi winced. He hasn’t considered that.

“You can’t tell him what’s going on,” he’d pleaded to his brother half an hour earlier, arms hugging his chest tightly in a futile attempt to stave off the effects of sensory overload. “Just, like… tell him I’m sick. Tell him I’ve got shroom fever or something!”

Mario, though sympathetic, had been disapproving. “He’s gonna have to know eventually. Come on, you know as well as I do that it won’t change anything.”

“But what if it does? What if he thinks I’m pathetic?”

“Then he never deserved you in the first place,” was Mario’s response.

Of course, that answer brought Luigi very little comfort. He felt bad enough when this happened, when his oddly-wired brain decided for no good reason that all sensory input was suddenly a thousand times more overwhelming than what he was used to, that getting out of bed was just too great a struggle as a result. For it to happen on a day he was supposed to meet up with the love of his life? The thought that he might lose said love for something so pathetic as this? Luigi couldn’t even begin to comprehend the ease with which Mario suggested that might be okay.

Peasley chuckled now, the sound resonating from deep within his chest. “Your fraternal devotion to one another will never cease to amaze me. No matter my insistence, I couldn’t drag an answer from him. He merely said that my right to know was entirely up to you.”

Frustration and gratitude grappled for superiority in Luigi’s mind. Of course Mario would never go spilling Luigi’s business. But he would have allowed it just this once, just to save himself some heartache.

If he was going to lose Peasley’s respect, he would have preferred it to happen from a distance. He didn’t want this front-row seat to his own undoing. The air beneath his flimsy fortress was hot and stale, and he felt sweat beading at his hairline.

“…It’s nothing,” he finally attempted, meekly.

“Hmm. Well, it’s something to you, and thus it’s something to me.” A rustling of fabric, and then the lightest of indents in the mattress next to his head. Peasley’s hand. “Do you mourn, my love? Might this be the anniversary of some tragedy? Or perhaps you’ve lost something dear to you?”

Not yet. Even thinking as much constricted Luigi’s airway once more, so he shook his head in response.

Peasley hummed again. “Might this have to do with your condition, then? Your anxiety, or your… awe-tee-sum, was it called?”

“Autism,” Luigi corrected automatically, and instantly he flinched at his own haste. “It’s… it’s nothing, I promise. It’s dumb.”

“Ah. So that’s a yes.”

Peasley still didn’t move. He sat perfectly still, his hand never once inching closer, an invitation that Luigi was welcome to accept or decline as he saw fit. He wanted nothing more than to reach out into the still air and take that hand, hold onto it with all his might, have some sort of solid proof that he wouldn’t be abandoned in spite of his brain telling him such an outcome was inevitable.

“…What else did Mario say?” he ventured instead, because Peasley had never been the sort to keep his hands to himself, and he had a sneaking suspicion his elder twin had something to do with that, too.

“He said I would do well to speak quietly and refrain from touching you without your permission,” Peasley confessed, “lest I would have scooped you into my arms the moment I heard your voice.” Another chuckle, and this time Luigi almost had the heart to join in. “I confess, I still don’t quite understand. But I would like to help. Will you acquaint me with your struggles, my dear?”

Acquaint me with your struggles. Now this was the phrase that bounced about Luigi’s skull, because it made no sense whatsoever. They were supposed to be on a date together. They were supposed to be out and about, enjoying food and nature and being a normal couple (as normal a couple as a human nobody and a Beanish prince could be, anyway). But instead Luigi was cooped up at home, too overstimulated to function like a regular personal, and Peasley had every right to be upset with him for balking on their plans and being a waste of oxygen and organic matter.

And for some reason only the Star Spirits could attest to, he wasn’t. Literal royalty sat at Luigi’s side, addressing him with fondness and requesting understanding of his inadequacies.

That was reason enough for Luigi to untangle himself from his blankets and pull them down, just enough to peek up and ensure the creature beside him was, in fact, not some fantastical fabrication from deep within his own fantasies.

“There you are.” Deep brown eyes beamed at him, revered him as a god among men, and for a moment Luigi felt that maybe he really was. “I feared I might not get to see that beautiful visage at all today.”

A swirl of conflicting emotions bubbled up within Luigi: confusion, joy, sadness, shame, filling every crevice of his body and compelling him to act. Hesitantly, he pulled the covers all the way down; the shedding of those protective layers made the buzzing in his limbs intensify, and the fresh air sent a chill through him, but breathing it in felt refreshing, even renewing. He filled his lungs, reached out, and accepted Peasley’s invitation at last.

The prince’s hand was pleasantly cool to the touch, and just as he had hoped, its stable presence calmed his racing heart. He tightened his grasp and tugged in order to pull himself up and scoot into an upright position. His head spun and his mouth was dry, but Peasley was here, and he would at least hear him out, and the loving gaze he fixed Luigi with gave him the courage to explain.

“Sometimes,” he began, “I… I mean, half the time, n-nothing’s wrong, everything’s fine, but for some reason the world is too loud and too bright a-and everything… hurts. It’s all just…” He balled his free hand into a fist and clenched as tightly as he could, and that at least lessened the buzz in the corresponding arm. “...too much.”

“Is that so?” Peasley said. There was genuine curiosity in his tone, sympathy in his eyes. “And today is such a day?”

Luigi nodded. “And I-I promise I tried fighting past it today. I didn’t wanna let you down, but…”

“Let me down? Luigi, I would never ask you to exceed your limitations for my sake.”

“But my limitations are—” He swallowed as well as he could, given his tongue felt woolen in his mouth. “Don’t you think it’s… don’t you think I’m kinda… kinda pathetic?”

The question gave Peasley pause, and where Luigi half-expected a denial, he was given only silence. But this silence wasn’t tense or uncertain; Peasley touched his index finger to his chin and cast his eyes aside, lips puckering and brows furrowing, the charmingly goofy expression of a Bean deep in thought.

He was… he was actually giving it serious consideration. And somehow that made his answer mean so much more than an immediate reassurance would have.

“…Not particularly, no,” he ultimately decided. “There are days where even I, skillful as I am, don’t feel quite up to par, and oftentimes there’s no good reason for it. Would you think less of me for such a thing?”

“Wha—? O-of course not!”

“And I think no less of you in turn.” Drawing Luigi’s hand to his lips, he pressed a tender kiss to his knuckles, his well-moisturized lips soft against the tight and dry skin. “Thank you for teaching me more about yourself, Greenie. I loathe to see you struggle, but I’m grateful that you would share those struggles with me.”

Once more Luigi’s heart raced, but no longer with fearful anxiety. Was this really possible? He was so certain he’d ruined Peasley’s day, so certain the repercussions would haunt him for years to come, and yet here he was, showering him with love and accepting him at one of his lower lows.

This wasn’t happening. Surely it wasn’t happening.

But it was, and the relief and gratitude and affection that flowed through his perpetually overstimulated body made Luigi want to slump forward, fall into Peasley’s arms, wait out the unpleasantness in the safety of his embrace.

At the same time, the thought of so much physical contact… he shuddered and relaxed his balled fist. Maybe holding hands was as much as he could manage today. But suddenly the thought of being alone again terrified him. “Will— will you stay? I-I don’t know where Mario’s at but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind—”

The smile Peasley flashed was both pleased and knowing. “Oh, rest assured, he’s not too far. He said he’d remain in the living room while we spoke.” Leaning in, he added beneath his breath: “Though I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s been listening in all this time. You know you have an excellent brother, do you not?”

At that, Luigi laughed, a mousey but authentic laugh. “You have an excellent brother” was Peasley Code for “Your brother has implicitly made threats against me that could have him declared a war criminal in the Beanbean Kingdom because he cares far more for your well being than his own.” Mario trusted Peasley and the two were good friends, sure, but he could get… rather intense when it came to his beloved little brother’s heart.

“Sorry about him,” Luigi whispered back.

“Rest assured, I’m happy for it! The more people looking after you, the better.” Peasley leaned back once more and stood, but he didn’t let go of Luigi’s hand. “Would you like some water?” he asked at his original volume. “And perhaps some lip balm? You’ve been licking and smacking your lips this entire time, you know.”

Luigi’s tongue darted between his lips automatically at that statement, and he realized Peasley was correct; not only were his throat and mouth still dry, but his lips were cracked. A bad habit of his, admittedly, and one he was never conscious of until someone else pointed it out. “Please. But—” He paused then, because making requests of a prince still didn’t feel quite right.

Thankfully, he didn’t need to make the request. Peasley gave his hand one more tight squeeze before dropping it and answering the silent question aloud.

“I’ll be only a moment,” he promised as he backed out of the room. “Nothing in all the world could convince me to leave your side, my love. You have my word.”

And though he still trembled in discomfort as his boyfriend took his leave, Luigi relaxed against the headboard, closing his eyes and sighing softly, because he knew it was the truth. Come hell or high water, full-functioning days or overload days, he knew now more certainly than ever that Peasley had no intention of abandoning him.

And he had to admit, that was a nice feeling.

#phew! this got long #I've got a note on my phone with short blurbs detailing the planned plots for upcoming wips #this one's blurb was literally just 'autistic burnout bitches'#I saw this prompt and knew IMMEDIATELY where I wanted to go with it so thank you so much for this #super mario bros #smb #luigi #prince peasley #mario & luigi superstar saga #m&l rpgs #luisley #luigi x peasley #peaches' fancy fics

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n64gamepak · 1 year

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I made a post earlier about how I believe Luigi is autistic, and I want to elaborate on it a bit!

Please keep in mind, having these traits doesn't necessarily mean you have autism. Not only that, I'll be analyzing Luigi using my own personal symptoms and traits as an autistic adult. It's important to mention that autism is a spectrum, and how one autistic person may present could be vastly different to another autistic person.

I'll be focusing on Luigi's portrayal in the recent Super Mario Bro's Movie, since that is his most recent portrayal, along with some general personality traits commonly seen throughout the games

This may include spoilers. Read at your own risk.

In the Mario Bro’s plumbing commercial, Luigi seems physically awkward- Almost like he doesn’t know how to position his body, and comes off as physically awkward.

Luigi tends to lacks balance, as seen when he nearly slides off the van in their Plumbing commercial when leaning against it. Not only that, Luigi is commonly portrayed as clumsy. He trips over his feet, loses his balance, and just is overall not physically comfortable in his body. Autistic people sometimes are physically clumsy, and we tend to easily lose our balance, trip, and bump into things.

In the scene with Mario and Spike bickering, Luigi seems to not understand what is socially acceptable to say, or what might be deemed “embarrassing” to admit. He seems to lack social skills, and tends to let Mario do the socializing (or guide him through it)

Adding onto that, in the scene immediately after where They have their first customer- Luigi, again, says the supposedly wrong thing, and backtracks when Mario panics.

Overall when Luigi speaks, he tends to stammer and seem awkward and almost lacks confidence in his speaking skills. Some autistic people struggle with verbal communication, sometimes even going fully mute. Autistic people might also be prone to stuttering and fully restarting our sentences. Sometimes the words that leave our mouth don't match the words we want to say in our brain!

Luigi tends to do the classic “T-Rex” arm pose throughout the movie, usually defaulting to it.

From a general point of view, Luigi is often portrayed as very sensitive and overly empathetic, and some autistic people are very emotional and highly empathetic to the ones around them, even if they don’t physically show it.

There's probably so much more, and this is just from what I remember right off the top of my head from the movie.. I would love to do a bigger, more in depth analysis on Luigi and how he exhibits many autistic traits. I'd love to know if others would prefer a more indepth, deeper analysis of this too.

#super mario #super mario bros #super mario brothers #the super mario bros movie #mario movie #mugs rambles #luigi #autism #autistic luigi #i hold autistic luigi very close to me and these were all the traits right off the top of my head. theres probably alot i forgot to mention #ermmmm this might suck but its ok :3

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cutejk123 · 2 months

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Luigi and Autism Awareness Month 💚♾️

Happy Autism Awareness Month ❤️

I can confirm that my au of Luigi has Autism 🥰🥰. Luigi has many stim toys that help him to be calm. Oh… Luigi’s tummy is rumbling, I guess he’s hungry. So yeah, Luigi has Autism in my au 💚💚

He’s a cute and adorable little boi 🥰❤️💚

And… Happy 1st Anniversary to the Mario Bros Movie 🥳🥳

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pink-gladioli · 2 years

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Why are all autistics purple?

and also shout out to the green mfers

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scribhneoirtuirseach · 1 year

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I'll Let the Seasons Change My Mind (2/10)

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featuring: Bowser, Luigi

wordcount: 1272

The sound is unlike any Bowser has heard before. Sobs, interrupted by frequent overwhelmed hiccups incoherent shaky whispering. A far cry from the laughter and joy of the New Years celebration he's just stepped out of.

The Koopa king sighs heavily, stopping in his tracks as he listens. He was once something so mighty and powerful, everyone feared him— Though it wasn't the healthiest situation to be in, he at least had the façade of confidence, he knew how to be bad and how to do it well.

He's still learning to be good, head angling carefully to figure out the source of the distress. That's when he sees it; A familiar silhouette hugging its knees by the lake. Luigi.

Glancing over his shoulder, Bowser's tail flicks with uncertainty as he considers fetching Mario, pulling the same cowardly move he had at Christmas, but when he sees him wrapped up in Peach's arms, well… He knows better than to interrupt. So, this will be a solo battle— Ehh, helpful conversation to someone he totally doesn't look out for.

Making his way over, he takes note of how Luigi seems to tremble more, gloved hands covering his ears.

"Greenie?" He questions as he leans down, brows furrowed at the scent he's met with. He's more used to smelling pure fear, but this… This is just plain anxiety, Luigi's positively riddled with it.

"I'm sorry," Luigi gasps through tears, voice wrecked. "Too much noise, I can't— I can't…"

Bowser can't say that he truly understands what's at play here, but that doesn't mean he won't attempt to help in what little ways he can. He settles down beside the human, careful not to land too loudly on his behind, before nudging those tiny hands away to be replaced with his own much larger ones.

Luigi's brows knit together tight at the new sensation, stilling as he processes and adjusts to it, before finally his shoulders lose their tension and his crying is reduced to sniffling.

All of that music and chatter is now completely sealed out, replaced by his own thundering heartbeat and…

"You sound like— a crackling fireplace."

Bowser gives a soft chuckle, amused, that only has Luigi melting further into his touch.

"I am a dragon, Greenie."

"I know that!" Luigi retorts, taking his gloves off to wipe his eyes now that his hands are freed up. "I'm not that stupid…"

"I didn't say you were." Comes a hum in response.

Luigi peeks his eyes open now that he's able to without them stinging too badly, surprised to find Bowser patiently staring right back at him, attentive ears angled down in his direction. Listening, waiting.

"… You came."

"So did you." Bowser purrs, leaning down to have Luigi right at the end of his snout. "You don't seem to enjoy these things, it surprises me to see you."

He's not wrong. Anything that's classified an 'event' out of select sports, Luigi could happily do without. "Where else would you see me?" He muses as he rubs his hands off on his overalls, simultaneously drying them and sensory seeking to keep himself grounded.

Bowser isn't sure that he has an appropriate answer to that question, especially when he notices twitching fingers, equally uncertain hands in front of his snout. He could easily bite them off. Hell, even with how they already are, he could crush Luigi's head like a grape— But he doesn't, instead mindfully nudging forward into shaking palms.

"I don't know," He begins, thoughtful. "But wherever it could be, I'm sure we'd both prefer it if you didn't have a mental breakdown."

Luigi manages a smile at that, eye contact breaking momentarily to observe the scales under his hands. Funny, he thought they'd be rough and hard, but they actually have some give to them, fair smooth…

"How have you been?" Bowser tries, gaze glued to the man as he self soothes.

Shoulders pull up into a shrug at that, head tilting to one side and large hands following suit. "Tired, mostly. These months mean a lot of socialising, and I'm… not made for that."

"Why come to these things if they hurt you?" And God, isn't that the million coin question? Social obligation for people who couldn't care less, Mario wanting him to become more comfortable— But some things, you just can't adjust to, he's learning that.

"Do you like them?"

Confusion doesn't take long to cross Bowser's face. Why is he being asked how he feels? He's not the one who'd been sobbing his eyes out a minute ago!

"I tolerate them. I'll admit, they're easier to deal with when you're around." When met with his expression mirrored back to him, he chuckles, snout scrunching just a touch. "It's easier to worry about someone else than yourself— I think you understand that feeling."

Luigi hums his confirmation, content to stare up to the Koopa king. Who knew this would be the person to treat him so gently, to supposedly take an interest in him?

"We aren't so different, really…"

Bowser doesn't seem so sure about that, gaze dropping as his hands lift from the human's ears, only for Luigi to quickly hold them in place. Well, in truth, his strength doesn't compare to Bowser's, but the gesture carries enough weight on it's own.

"You shouldn't compare yourself to me," He begins carefully, previously wagging tail now reduced to a slow sway. "I'm a monster, Greenie—"

"Luigi."

Pausing, he nods. "You aren't a monster, Luigi."

"I know that… But I'm different, and for some humans, that's as good as being a monster."

Brows shooting up in surprise, Bowser tilts his head. "Is that true?"

"Humans aren't all as nice as Mario or Peach." Luigi confirms with a nod, freeing his grip on one of the king's hands in favour of nuzzling against the other.

"Who has spoken so badly of you that you think this way…?" It's puzzling, heartbreaking. Luigi is inoffensive, as a person. He keeps to his own, offers help where he can, never says a bad word against anyone— He's having a heart-to-heart with Bowser, for God's sake, it wasn't so long ago that he was… in a cage… in his castle. Okay, he's having regrets.

"It doesn't have to be said for me to know." Luigi admits, moustache twitching. He looks like he might cry again. "But that's not for everything, sometimes I don't know the obvious, I do have to be told…"

Frowning, Bowser runs a large thumb along the human's cheek. "I think you must be tired and it's getting to you… Would you like me to carry you home?"

"I can walk, I don't want to bother—"

"That's wasn't my question."

Bowser does end up carrying him home, the human slumped over his shoulder and still tracing along fascinating scales.

He learns that if Luigi hadn't become a plumber with his brother, he would have gone with being a florist— And that dream hasn't entirely died, it's now a sort of Plan B for is he can afford to give up plumbing.

He learns that every flower has a few meanings related to it, and that this can branch off even more specifically into the different colours they can be. Peonies, Luigi's favourite, promise good fortune. And, he admits bashfully, a long and happy marriage in some contexts.

He learns that they're both hopeless romantics, and as he picks up a falling-asleep Luigi to reach up and place comfortably in his bed through that slanted window, he learns that the human's a snorer, and that there's always further to fall when you're in love.

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