#fic ideas for the grabbing

[an-au-blog]

Shuggy au where they're college roommates and Buggy thinks he's gonna be one of those annoying fuckboys who takes a new girl to his room every night. But instead he quickly finds out he's one of those annoying roommates that accentually falls in love with their roommates and doesn't leave him the fuck alone.

It gets to the point where Shanks doesn't even sleep in his own bed because "you're a way more comfortable mattress" and when Buggy asks if he meant "do you mean my mattress is better?" Shanks just ignores the question.

#shuggy #one piece shuggy #shanks x buggy #op #fic ideas #fic ideas for the grabbing #adopt them if u want #steal even #idc go wild #college au

[devondespresso]

barista!eddie drawing a pentagram or whatever with the table cleaner while closing and accidentally summoning demon!steve, who's absolutely stoked to see a cozy little coffee shop for the first time

#steddie #steve x eddie #steddie idea #eddie x steve #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie st #steddie stranger things #steddie fic idea #steddie au #anyway fic idea up for grabs cause i won't let myself start another wip until my longfic is wayyyy closer to finished #barista!eddie munson #omg thats a tag #slay #demon!steve harrington #alternatively (upon seeing the demon eddie tag): eddies also a demon and steves just new and didnt realize he can just leave hell on his ow #if anyone uses this tag me i wanna see what you do with it 💕 #devon thinks sometimes

[blushweddinggowns]

Idea expanded, adult siblings Eddie and Robin who are close (Both raised by Wayne, sorry Robin's parents I'm killing you off), even when Robin goes to another state for college. Eddie stays back, has his slut era, that unfortunately ends in him being a single dad. Or fortunately depending on how you look at it because he adores his kid. But it's still hard to manage everything. He's trying to go back to school part time, all while still working at his uncle's garage, and things are just hard.

But lucky enough for him, Robin moves back home at the perfect time. She gets an apartment with her mystery best friend from college who oddly enough she refuses to let Eddie meet. But oh well, he's just happy to have his sister back. Especially since she's always up for watching her favorite niece.

Though a day comes when she gets stuck at work, and Eddie has a final he can't miss with an asshole professor who definitely wouldn't let his three year old come with him, and he's desperate. Desperate enough for Robin to begrudgingly admit her mystery roommate is actually a daycare worker/nanny who is out of work. And she'll only ask for his help if Eddie promises to keep their relationship strictly professional. Which is weird and dumb but Eddie agrees nonetheless.

But then he meets the guy. And it only takes one shy smile and a simple, Hi, I'm Steve, and in an instant Eddie finally understands why Robin had been so adamant about them never meeting. Because holy shit he's gorgeous. Exactly his type. And it doesn't help when his daughter freaking adores him instantly. And like the brat she is (like father, like daughter) she only wants Steve to babysit for her from now on, all from spending less than four hours with the man.

But Eddie goes with it, mostly because he wants to get to know the guy more and because he is insanely cheap for someone so good at his job. And he learns that Steve is funny, and likes to cook, and has infected his daughter's mind with a brand new love for sports and the outdoors. But that's okay, because that means that Steve goes with them to all of the random WNBA games she wants to see. And shepherds them on ill-advised hikes that always leave Eddie's clumsy ass covered in dirt and bug bites. But it's all fun. Really fun. And Eddie gets to know Steve more and more, and likes him more and more, and starts to disrespect Robin's original rule more and more until it becomes undeniable that he's falling for the guy.

And Robin is not happy about it. She loves Eddie, but she also loves Steve. To an insane degree. Insane enough to not want to risk their relationship over the chance of him getting heart-broken over her notoriously bad at relationships brother. And Steve feels what Eddie's feeling, but he loves Robin more and agrees with her. And it doesn't help that he's heard a few unfortunately true stories about Eddie's past.

So cue to Eddie having to do an unscheduled emotional character arc just so he can get the privilege of dating Steve, with Robin acting as basically an overprotective sibling to the wrong guy, with his adorable daughter along for the ride.

#steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic idea #bisexual eddie munson #steve harrington #but they are fun to think about okay #robin buckley #silly things #of my fic expanded ideas this grabs me the least #i will probably never do #but if i did #spoiler it works out #happily ever after is my motto #i don't read/write fics for reality yall what else would i do

[gaywarcriminals]

Once finally left alone, Shen Qingqiu resisted the urge to snoop for all of 20 minutes. Look, if he was going to be stuck living as this man, he was within his rights to go through the original goods stuff! It was research, really— he was just doing his best to obey the systems draconian demands of staying in character! It was a perfectly sound course of action— Shen Qingqiu just wished he hadn’t started with the bedroom. 

There, in the second drawer Shen Qingqiu gleefully yanked open, was a neatly lined up row of items sealing Shen Qingqiu’s death sentence. Shen Qingqiu wanted to cry as he started at the vials of oils and jar of unguent, the coil of bright red ropes, and most damningly of all, a hyperrealistic dildo carved of black jade, big enough to rival the heavenly pillar. Shen Qingqiu knew the original goods was lascivious, but immortal biding cables? What poor shimei was he forcing??? And that thing: surely it couldn’t fit comfortably inside any woman, at least not without the protagonist’s skills to ease the way! Shen Qingqiu picked up the weapon— there was no better name for it— and wondered if destroying it would spare him any torture. Surely at least a fingernail or two!

“Qingqiu, I forgot to ask, did—“

Shen Qingqiu made a very dignified sound of surprise as Yue Qingyuan entered the room behind him. Yue Qingyuan stopped in his tracks, looking between Shen Qingqiu and the jade monstrosity. Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth to make an excuse, but what could he say? This scene was inexcusable. Dying of mortification was certainly one way of avoiding being human sticked! 

“Qingqiu, you’ve barely gotten out of bed, you can’t possibly be ready for dual cultivation yet. Look how red you are, you must still be feverish.” Shen Qingqiu stared agape as Yue Qingyuan moved too close for propriety and pressed his hand to Shen Qingqiu’s forehead. He hummed consideringly. “I’ll go fetch Mu-shidi.”

“No.” Shen Qingqiu squeaked— the last thing he needed was another witness!

Yue Qingyuan sighed indulgently. “Alright, If Qingqiu is truly in need, this Qi-ge will use his mouth.” 

For the second time that day, Shen Qingqiu fainted.

#don't worry they get SJ a mushroom body or something because SY is not about to leave this beautiful tragic man without a wife #or SY is SJ if that's your speed #I'm writers blocked so I'm grabbing old stupid ideas from my list #svsss #shen qingqiu #yue qingyuan #qijiu #fish fic

[thetalltaleteller]

A Shrine To A Fallen King

Based on the lovely @xdeerlybelovedx ‘s fic, “What I Did While You Were Sleeping”

I saw a snippet of the latest chapter and I felt compelled to draw this and spent the last three days doing just this almost. Please go give it a read, it’s so good!

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You can find more of my art on my instagram

#I have no idea how I did this #the vibes just grabbed my soul #and would not let go until I finished this #lies of p #lies of p fic #lies of p romeo #yes I know I draw Romeo as dog #live with it #lies of p art

[griseldabanks]

Let Me Count the Ways 48 for John and Sherlock? But make it kidLock!

--Rain on Main

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "We should eat something."

“We should eat something,” John said.

Sherlock merely grunted, adjusting the lens on his microscope.

John's stomach growled again. It was a Saturday, so he'd come over to Sherlock's house as soon as he'd finished breakfast. When he checked the clock on Sherlock's bedside table, it said 15:23. That meant he hadn't eaten in...well, he couldn't remember exactly when he'd finished breakfast, but it had been a long time.

“Aren't you hungry?” John prodded.

“Digestion takes blood flow away from the brain,” Sherlock said distractedly, jotting something down in his notebook. “Eating just slows down thinking.”

“Yeah, but your brain also needs energy from food to keep thinking.”

“I'm fine,” Sherlock said, picking up another slide and sticking it carefully under the microscope.

John held his breath and counted to ten in his head, like his mother always told him and Harry to do when they started arguing. Once he thought he could keep from raising his voice, John snapped, “Well, I'm hungry.”

Sherlock didn't even look up, just waved his hand absently over his shoulder. “You know where the kitchen is.”

With a huff of irritation, John dropped his own notebook onto the table next to Sherlock's and stomped out of the room. He didn't exactly slam the door, but he shut it with a satisfying snap.

Sherlock's single-mindedness was great and all; it was probably one of the main reasons he was so far ahead in school. John knew he would never be as smart as his friend, but one thing he did have Sherlock beat at was hospitality. If they'd gone to John's house today, not only would they have gotten a full lunch, but the second Sherlock mentioned feeling a bit peckish, John knew his mother would whip out a healthy snack for them. And Sherlock would eat it, whether it took the blood flow away from his stupid brain or not.

John strode over to the banister at the top of the stairs and hesitated, peering over them into the empty front hall. True, he did know where the kitchen was, after Sherlock had taken him there a few times, but John still felt a bit awkward in this huge, fancy house. He tiptoed down the stairs, then quietly walked down the hall, feeling as though at any moment, a maid or butler would suddenly appear and warn him that he was trespassing where he didn't belong.

But in the end, he made it to the large kitchen without incident. There didn't seem to be anybody about. Maybe he and Sherlock were the only ones at home.

John stood in the huge, immaculate kitchen for a minute, just looking around and trying to convince himself to make something for them to eat. Was he allowed to take anything? He opened the fridge and the pantry and just stared at all of the food waiting to be used—expensive brands he'd never even heard of, the kind of things his mother would never even consider buying.

After dithering about for far too long, John's growling stomach finally convinced him to make a choice. He decided to make cucumber sandwiches, and he found a package of biscuits that he sampled and decided would make a good addition. With the biscuits under his arm and the sandwiches piled up on a plate, it occurred to him that they needed something to drink as well. Hydration was important, after all.

After digging around some more, he eventually found some bottles of water, which he tucked under his other arm. Then, walking carefully with his precious load, he made his way back upstairs to Sherlock's room. At every step, the terrified thought plagued him of what would happen if he tripped and dropped the food. Crumbs and bits of cucumber would go everywhere, and he wouldn't know how to clean it all up in time, and then someone would come along and tell him to get lost, he was just a dirty little boy who had no right to come here and bother them....

But he made it all the way back to Sherlock's room without dropping a thing. He had to set the plate down on the floor to open the door, then pick it back up again to bring it inside, but then he was safe. Letting out a relieved sigh, John set the plate on the edge of Sherlock's desk, then unloaded the rest of his wares beside it.

Through it all, Sherlock didn't look up from whatever he was scribbling in his notebook. John was used to being ignored when Sherlock was focused on something, so he didn't mind. He just pulled his chair closer and started on the sandwiches, looking over Sherlock's shoulder and trying to decipher his complicated equations.

John had just finished his second sandwich and was opening a water bottle when Sherlock reached over without looking and grabbed a sandwich for himself. John watched in surprise as Sherlock stuffed the sandwich into his mouth in three impatient bites, still writing with his other hand.

“I've got it, John!” he cried through a mouthful of bread and cucumbers. “It was so absurdly simple, why didn't I see it immediately?” Springing to his feet, he began pacing back and forth across his room, and when he passed by his desk, he grabbed another sandwich from the plate. He didn't even seem to realize he'd done it.

As Sherlock excitedly explained why what was on the bottom of that shoe they'd found was crucially important, using words John could barely follow, John opened the package of biscuits. While nibbling on one himself, John pulled one biscuit after another and handed them off to Sherlock as he passed. Sherlock grabbed each one he was offered and shoved it into his mouth, with manners that would have appalled John's mother and earned him a scolding for sure.

John didn't care. He just listened to his friend talking a mile a minute, barely able to keep up. If anything, Sherlock seemed to talk faster and pace with a little more spring in his step with each biscuit he ate. So much for digestion slowing down his thinking.

John smiled behind the cover of taking another drink. Who knew it would be this easy to con Sherlock Holmes into taking care of himself?

#ask and you shall receive #a2on1break #ask games #let me count the ways #sherlock #bbc sherlock #kidlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #i know i got the idea for this from some fic i read i just can't for the life of me remember which one ^^' #something that included john strategically placing food in places where sherlock would absent-mindedly grab it and start eating it #the little things a friend does to make sure his best friend doesn't turn into a skeleton XD

[presiding]

you'll never guess which level we're up to in this dishonored 2 rewrite

#if i haven't stuffed up my timezones this post should land on thanksgiving so here's somethin' to read to go with your food coma #dishonored #dishonored shitposting #emily kaldwin #billie lurk #dishonored fic #interesting the way the resurrection was handled - rock up to aramis stilton's powerpoint presentation basically #does anyone else think it would have been cool if you had to do the duke's palace first. #grab delilah's mortality and give it back in the past. like while she's vulnerable #kind of makes sense too from an emily character perspective #because she shows SO much character growth in stilton's manor #and then goes to the duke's palace next and IMMEDIATELY says the dumbest shit she says all game re: her entitlement and obliviousness #stilton's manor: wow ive learned so much i finally get it now! #nek minnet. emily misunderstands class warfare so bad she thinks she needs to sharpen her dads folding blade. emily. no #and if you think about it the duke's palace would have made a lot of sense for an earlier level just from emily's perspective. #hes very clearly her enemy compared to meagan's vague idea of where sokolov might be. a darker timeline perhaps #lovely Off_Topic mentioned hating time travel as a plot device and i have to agree. here's my take on that level anyway #also big thank you to RoseEll (<3) for saying it parallels the limitations of the game's mechanics interestingly ♥ #using this meme template was like. 'oh hey lingering hatred for jeremy clarkson i forgot i had you' #making the badly photoshopped heads too big. my beloved. #ah crap rambling again

[lovewanxian]

Sect leader Granny

Upon her death, Granny Wen ends up time traveling 15 or so years back in time, to before the Dancing statue goddess could attack. With knowledge of everything that will happen unless she does something to change the future, Granny Wen decides to take up her birthright: to be the sect leader of the Wen. Her younger brother was Wen Rouhan’s father and he stole the throne from her when they were younger. She didn’t fight back because she wanted to be a doctor, not deal with politics, but now she regrets it. 

Wen Rouhan falls sick in a “mysterious illness” (after all, as a healer she knows All about poisons) and when he dies she is there to take the throne. His sons are too young to rule and there are no other close relatives except her own children. She becomes sect leader Wen and brings her family of healers to the capital to start rehabilitating the snake pit that is the Qishan Wen by having them learn from the Dafan Wen. 

Remembering Wei Wuxian’s tales of his times as an orphaned street kid in Yiling, she also goes there and brings him home. She has her children adopt him as their son Wen Wuxian and he grows up with Wen Ning and Wen Qing as his siblings. Granny Wen encourages his genius and he becomes fantastic with talismans and cultivation and also learns some medicine. He and Wen Qing are invention buddies and he and Wen Ning train archery together - and with Wen Ning never hurt by the dancing statue he can cultivate with Wen Wuxian. Wen Xu and Wen Chao gets forcefully taught kindness and humility and become decent people. 

Granny Wen encourages the creation of connections between the Wens and other clans (and very closely monitors the Jins, prepared with some “medicine” for Jin Guangshan if it turns out to be necessary). So she sends her grandchildren to the Cloud Recesses where they meet the Lans and the Jiang. Wei Wuxia and Lan Wangji fall in love, as is destined, and Granny soon has a betrothal drawn up for them. They nighthunt and help the common people and live with no regrets. They never adopt A-Yuan, for Granny Wen’s younger child, his parent, never dies, but he is Wen Wuxian's baby cousin and they gladly babysit him instead. And they adopt a dozen other children as their own.

There is no war, there is no genocide. Granny Wen dies peacefully of old age, satisfied with her accomplishments. Wen Qing becomes an amazing doctor and she will be an amazing Sect leader in the future, with two little brothers to help her lead the Wens to an ever brighter future. All is well. 

#mdzs #the untamed #granny wen #sect leader granny wen #wen qing #wen ning #wei wuxian #wangxian #fic idea #i might write a fic about this #but its also open for grabs if anyone wants it

[jichanxo]

can't hold it in

#yagami takayuki #kuwana jin #kuwagami #lost judgment #judgment #takayuki yagami #jin kuwana #jichanart #thought a little too hard about yagami seeing kuwana crying and then this happened #maybe kuwana grabs him by the jacket and that's as close as he lets himself get. then yagami has to fuckin pull that guy into a hug #and he goes weak at the physical comfort #ANYWAY i'll stop writing a whole ass fic in the tags. you get the idea #i almost put more colours on this but i feel like the initial painting speaks for itself #extra stuff diluted the contrast and the texture anyway #almost forgot kuwana's stubble whoops

[sydnikov]

I just got the most gut-wrenching, twisted idea to write a fic w/ Svech based on the song somebody else by the 1975. Totally and utterly toxic with no happy ending; possessive Andrei who can't admit he's obsessed with you and refuses to be a committed relationship. It starts out as a fuck-buddy thing and he ends it after you confess you've fallen for him, then when he finds out you're seeing other guys he basically loses it and hunts you down to reclaim his 'ownership' of you (y'all know what that entails ;)). You're pissed and he's pissed and he still won't confess his own twisted feelings so you both leave unhappy and that's how it would end

Maybe I'd write a part 2 like I did w/ sunkissed bc I love happy endings. Or maybe I'd force myself to end it at that bc unresolved angst can be so good. Anyways so like. What if I write this. What if

#what iffff #gotta finish this jarvis fic tho but then this will prolly be next #no this idea is not up for grabs btw #andrei svechnikov #andrei svechnikov imagine #carolina hurricanes

[mylifeisalieandididntknow]

Crossover idea of the day

John wick x KHR

Skull De Mort is John Wick reincarnated. He wanted a life of peace, of getting to be human and free in a way that he never has been. He takes the chance and joins the circus.

Looking the other way when he happens to see something that hints at the criminal empire.

He is dragged kicking and screaming into the world's strongest. The Arcobaleno, I Prescelti Sette and makes it everyone's problem. He refuses to be the world's greatest hit man. He chooses to be the world's greatest stuntman instead as the biggest f u to checkerface.

Death retired him dammit.

Anytime someone tries to get him to kill, he throws the biggest tantrum. He acts so childish anyone that knows him would cringe and shoot him dead.

Then someone tries to kill Oodako.

Que John Wick Rampage

#not into the shadow realm tumblr #it was a friend all along queue #fanfiction #up for grabs #fic ideas #john wick #khr #katekyo hitman reborn #skull de mort #khr skull #reincarnation au #crossover idea of the day

[an-au-blog]

I have a horrible au idea...

cw: mention of human experimentation, child abuse, violence, panic attacks etc

(if anyone writes this pls send me link or tag me or something)

Modern au (with the og 5) where the strawhats are true crime content creators and like to dig in old cases, visit "haunted houses" and urban legends.

When one day they start looking at the Vinsmoke family's child disappearance case. There was almost no evidence and the Vinsmokes weren't even the ones who filed in the missing persons report. It was one of the private tutors they had. He was fired afterwards. The case was deemed a cold case and officially closed. The Vinsmokes moved to Germany and left a huge mansion behind. No one wanted to buy or maintain it. Many thought that they covered it up. There were too many oddities around the family.

So obviously Luffy decided to break into their old mansion. It's been almost 10 years since they moved. So they didn't expect any inhabitants.

They found the top floors abandoned and dusty (as expected). Creaking and spiders on the walls only added to the uneasy feeling that a standard haunted mansion vibe. The lower floors looked like someone actually came once in a while but they thought it's because a lot of people came here on dares or like them: for content.

What they weren't expecting was to hear noises from the cellar. Or attic? Whatever was down there... it was behind a wall and it sounded like crying. They couldn't find a way to bust down the walls but Nami and Usopp found the crack of the entrance and they cranked ot open.

It was what looked like a hiden prison with only a window for air to come in with bars on it. When the secret door thing was open, the crying stopped. They called out if anyone was there. No answer.

Bloodstains and rotting rat carcasses were on the floor. There was an operation bed and a cabinet of chemicals, syringes and other rusted tools. When one of them pointed it out there was a sound that came from the locked room.

It was obvious at this point someone was in there. They opened to see, to their horror that there was a skinny blond boy shriveled in the corner. Shivering and holding his hands up to protect himself.

He kept flinching and the surprising cries get louder every time any of the boys tried to approach him, he keeps getting full on panic attacks. The only person that didn't evoke that kind of reaction was Nami. (She looked a like his sister: short light hair (plus pink and orange look alike in the dark) and the rest of the men from his family used to abuse him) He was almost entirely nonverbal but a dna test confirmed that he was the Vindmoke's missing son: Sanji.

He slowly started warming up to the rest. He was going through a rehabilitation program but they kept visiting him. He started warming up to Usopp first. Sanji kept staring at his hair. The first time they saw him smiling was when Usopp let him play with his curls. The next to make him cheer up was Luffy. At first Luffy kept his distance because he felt so horrible he couldn't do anything and he couldn't bare to see Sanji act like that at the mere sight of him. But once he heard Usopp was a "safe" person, he did everything in his power to make Sanji laugh. The only one who Sanji never opened up to was Zoro. With his stature and green hair, he looked too much like Yonji. Zoro stopped going into the hospital room. He just waited in front of the room or in the car. He knew when he was unwanted.

That was until he finally revived and could leave the hospital. Nami couldn't come because of her finals, Luffy had to to pay his brother bail and Usopp was left preparing the surprised "party" for Sanji's release (it was going to be just them and a few family members like Nami's sister, Usopp's fiance etc).

It wasn't ideal, but Zoro was stuck picking him up. Sanji stayed at least 3 meters away from him at all times. When they got to the car three weirdly dressed men with colourful hair tried to approach them. Sanji started getting a panic attack, all the progress they've made down the drain. Zoro told them to fuck off but they kept walking closer. So he started fighting them. The security of the hospital got involved. And a mental note for a restraining order was made.

After that Sanji no longer saw Zoro as a copy of Yonji, but as a big guard dog to hide behind.

#one piece au #vinsmoke sanji #fic ideas for the grabbing #fic ideas #zosan kinda??? #straw hats au #please someone write this #I'm too lazy to do it myself #I'll call this something so i can have it as a tag #missing sanji au #or something #op

[youchangedmedestiel]

Sometimes I lay in bed trying to fall alseep, and I'm like: "Alright brain, let's figure it out. Where are we going with this fic?" And that's mostly how works my writing process.

#I imagine different types of scenarii #and then my brain stops on one because it's interesting #and it explores it #mostly it checks if it's doable in canon verse #if it fits in the timeline #if it's make sense #if it's true to the characters #at some point hopefully an idea or a sentence pops up #and I have to grab my phone to write it before I forget about it #the ideal would be to do that in front of a computer #but I guess this is not how it works for me #my imagination is at its peak when I'm about to fall asleep I guess #so I try to make the most of it #writing process #writing fanfiction #fic writing #destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #my destiel fanfic

[jessicas-pi]

me: *names a fic after a quote from pride and prejudice*

me: why does this read like a taylor swift lyric

#new fic idea just grabbed me in a stranglehold and punched me in the face a few times. stay tuned. #jessica's writing nonsense

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #135

Fic where LOTS of different Peter Parkers meet up, just like in the pointing part of the Across the Spiderverse trailer 

Only...the fic is collaborative. All the different Peters are the different fanfic writers' versions of him!

#:) #grab your buddies! #new collaborate crack fic idea just dropped! #who's gonna start it off? how many peters are there? are there any tonys? #what does everybody think of everybody?? #irondad fic ideas #irondad and spiderson #be real fam some of y'all's peters are a LOT more healed & adjusted than others #my guy is a mess in so many different ways #and everyone writes him differently!!! #it would be amazing #queueueueue #weekly reminder that i love you all but am too busy to be human :) #fic ideas still postponed but you can send asks if you want i just won't see them for a while #see announcements

[foxwithapen]

The Koopa King never liked to admit when he was nervous, but Luigi was getting good at recognizing it. Then again, Bowser didn't hide it very well. His hand was like a vice as they walked through the gardens outside Peach's castle, not hard enough to hurt but in no way comfortable.

Luigi led Bowser over to the nearest seat, a small wooden bench that groaned under his weight. "Bowser, tesoro, what's wrong?"

Bowser shifted in his seat, his spikes nearly impaling the back of the bench. "We shouldn't—no, I shouldn't be here," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

"What do you mean? You heard Peach, she told you to come visit anytime! You'll always be welcome here."

"Yeah, and why?" He huffed, fiery eyes staring so intently at a nearby cluster of flowers Luigi kept expecting them to burst into flames at any moment. "Why did you forgive me? Why did she forgive me, when I've been nothing but a pest," he spat.

Luigi had to stand up on the bench's arm to reach the koopa's face, tilting it so Luigi could see his eyes. He still kept up his tough guy exterior, but there was so much pain and regret behind his anger. "All we've ever wanted was peace. To enjoy a happy life, where we can enjoy a happy life with the ones we love. You've given her that. You've given me that, amore mio."

There it was again; that flicker of pain in his eyes that made Luigi's heart hurt. "And how can you be sure I won't betray that trust?"

"How can you be sure you can trust me, hmm?"

"Because I—" his voice quieted to a low whisper, and if the gentle wind was any stronger Luigi wouldn't have been able to hear him. "Because I love you. I do trust you."

"And I, you."

Luigi leaned over to kiss Bowser's snout. However, it wasn't long before the small bench arm became a problem, and sent Luigi tumbling to the ground. Without hesitation, Bowser caught him with shaky arms. Luigi laughed softly as he was set back down on the ground.

"You did that on purpose! You wanted to prove you can trust me so you fell, yadda yadda."

"I did it because I wanted to kiss you." That shut Bowser up quick. Luigi took the koopa's hand again, and found him this time to be more relaxed. Luigi smiled to himself. "Here, follow me. I've got something I want to show you."

Luigi hummed to himself as he led Bowser through the garden, every so often stopping to point out a beautiful tree or a cluster of blooming flowers. Everything seemed so much more vibrant here, from the ground to the plants to the sky itself. But, eventually, Luigi found the reason he wanted to bring Bowser here in the first place.

Large pruned bushes lined the path, towering above even Bowser himself. Everywhere you looked you could spot a new one. There were hearts, and animals, and even people. Towards the front were the tallest statues of all: the people.

Peach was first, with a radiant grin and crown that shined despite only being leaves. A couple of toads surrounded her, and Mario was not far behind. Luigi also had a statue there, something he always prided himself on. But there, standing next to Luigi's was a new figure; a tall, spiky Koopa.

Bowser stared up at the statue of himself. "Is that..."

"Yeah, it is. Peach got it installed recently." Luigi gave Bowser's hand a squeeze. "You'll always be a part of this garden. No more doubting yourself, okay?"

Bowser grinned. "If you say so." He lifted Luigi up into a hug, his feet dangling in the air. "For you, anything."

#bowuigi #bowser #luigi #bowuigi fic #bowser x luigi #i just got the mario kart dlc #and there's the peach's garden level #and i saw the little statues of the characters #and my brain grabbed that idea and ran