Bowluigi Stories

Bowser X Luigi story, but Mario and Peach aren't total "meanies." I have good grammar and spelling, and I will update like every day or 2. Maybe twice in the same day. Idk. I will try to have long chapters mostly. Idk what else to say besides read it.

Mario trying to process _____ A little bit of bowluigi but it's not the main focus well kind of

Luigi was having a nice day until one day ...the unexpected happened what will happened.will he be safe?We won't know but how will the story end will he be ok? Will bowser and Luigi fall in love how?And why?Is Mario a good brother?Read to figure out all of these questions. Im sorry if the description is a little cringe I'm still working on it though it though 😬 I hope you guys will like this book this is my first time writing so I hope you like it.I'm still learning the stuff so if you guys can help me out that will be nice.Have a wonderful day.👋

Luigi gets kidnapped, Mario is clueless, and Bowser creates a reason for Luigi to stay with him. AKA: Bowser/Luigi, a fan fiction I've been making since the Super Mario trailer came out. (Cross posted on AO3)

Art cover bye:me Mario was having a nice day until they came What will happen what will the people do when they see mario with them read to find out💃🕺💃🕺

Far into the depths of the Koopa Kingdom, a lonely king resides on his throne counting the days away while feeling empty inside. His son, the young Koopa prince, wanders off looking for meatballs to make his father finally feel content as it kept him being negligent towards his son. Days passed as the young prince kept losing hope of finding a solution for his father's craving, when he suddenly picked up the smoky scent of some freshly made meatballs. He rushed into the tiny house, there was a well-groomed man dressed in green joyfully cooking the most glorious meatballs his little eyes had ever seen. The prince thought quick, and knocked out the man with a chair. He kidnapped him, taking him back to his castle with the intent of making him cook meatballs for his dear father. What kind of future awaits our little malewife?