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Firey Love Through Burning Sands Chapter 4: A King’s Return

The Koopa Kingdom rejoiced at their king's return after weeks of imprisonment, the deafening sound of heavy metal music and warrior chants wafting through the smoke-filled air, making Bowser's tail wag. Despite his current small stature, he hopped to the edge of the clown car to peer over the landscape of his kingdom, eager to indulge in the view.

Contrary to the name, the Darklands wasn't a hellscape of fire and lava, as everyone believed. True, there were some parts of the kingdom that were exactly like that, but that were the lands near his castle and closer to the mainland border since he does live on top of an active volcano. And sure, there were rivers of lava that did flow through the kingdom, but it was never a problem for his people, seeing as most of them were fireproof (or became Dry Bones when set ablaze). The real reason for the name "the Darklands" actually came from the sand that surrounded the kingdom. Due to the constant volcanic activity, the sand was black from the soot and cooled volcanic rock that constantly spewed from his castle. If you were to look at the Koopa Kingdom from above, you would see a beautiful, tropical peninsula surrounded by smaller islands amid a deep, vast ocean that shimmered like sapphires. The land itself was dotted with palm trees and flowers, and as they slowly made their descent, he could make out Shy Guys hauling in the morning catch of Cheep-Cheeps and Blurps and Koopa and Goomba kids playing and dancing on the beach.  

Bowser sighed as he watched them. No doubt about it, he had missed being home. And he just had to see what became of his garden while he was away.

The garden.

His thoughts turned back towards the...dream? Nightmare? Whatever it was, he was seemingly unable to get it out of his mind.

Or the woman that was in it.

Who was she?

Do I know her?

She's got to be some sort of royal, but from which kingdom?

What was that place?

And what the hell was going on with the floating eyes?!

"We're almost to the castle, your Ferociousness," Kamek said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Sure enough, the outline of the castle was made clear as they soared through the billowing clouds of ash that spewed from the heart of the volcano. When they were a few feet off of the ground, Bowser decided to leap out of the vehicle and landed roughly on the platform that jutted outwards onto a landing deck. Both Kamek and Junior gasped at the sight as the power-up that made him small lost its' potency, and he began to grow in size.

"Ah, much better!" Bowser sighed as he stretched his now giant limbs, a few joints cracking as he stood up straight.

As Kamek drove the clown car toward the castle's hangar, Junior jumped into his Papa's waiting arms, snuggling into his plastron as the newly regrown king carried him inside, listening with interest to the child as he regaled him with all that had happened with him and his siblings while he was away.

"And then Wendy and Roy had a fashion show; and Lemmy showed us a new trick on his ball; and me, Morton, and Larry had a soccer match with some of the guards; and Ludwig did a piano concert; and Iggy helped me fix my go-kart!"

"Is that right?" He chuckled as he playfully ruffled his kid's mane.

As father and son entered the foyer, the pair was suddenly ambushed and was toppled over by seven extra bodies, all of them hugging and nuzzling into the king's scales.

"King Dad's back!"

"Welcome home, Father!"

"Daddy!"

"Morton missed Papa!"

"Dad's home!"

"Pops!"

"King Dad! King Dad!"

Bowser lay on the floor for a second, chuffing and nuzzling them back, letting them climb all over him as he began to purr. Out of everything he had missed while being away, this was what he missed the most. He gave a loud cackle as he quickly grabbed at all of them, pulling them into his arms with Junior.

"Ya got that right! Dad's back, and he missed his Brat Pack!"

Kamek entered the foyer after parking the Clown Car, his heart warming at the sight before him. There was no secret that Bowser loved them with his whole heart. It had been five years since he adopted the Koopalings, but if you were to look at them, it would have seemed as if they had been here their entire lives. He watched the royal Koopa pile for a few more moments before clearing his throat.

"Pardon me, sire, but it's time for the children to resume their lessons for the day."

The kids groaned.

"But Koroua!" Wendy exclaimed, "We haven't seen Daddy in weeks! Can't we just skip lessons for one day?"

A chorus of agreement went up from the siblings as Bowser sat back up, his younger kids plopping themselves on his lap and giving him the biggest puppy eyes that they could muster. There was little that could break Bowser. He was considered a bloodthirsty tyrant, after all. An irredeemable monster, if you will. But when it came to his kids, he was putty in their claws.

And what better way to shake off that weird dream than to spend some much-needed bonding time with my kids?

"Of course! Kamek, cancel plans for the day. And tell the kitchen staff that lunch will be served in the family room."

The sound of excited chirps and warbles filled the air as he got up and carried the youngsters through the corridors and into their wing of the castle, the kids unwilling to be put down and made to walk. Kamek sighed, chuckling a little to himself.

Those eight are exactly like His Majesty. Kamek thought to himself.

Summoning his broomstick, he flew to the kitchens, relaying to the staff about the change of lunch venue.

As the king and royal children passed the halls, they were met with bows from the passing servants and the guards that lined the walls until they came to the doors of the family room. With a heated grunt from Bowser, the soldiers guarding the room quickly opened the doors to let him and the Koopalings pass before shutting it behind them. The room itself was enormous to accommodate the royal family and was filled with the Koopalings' special interests and activities in individual boxes and shelves as well as bean bag chairs and tables for them to work/ hang out at. Right in the center of the room was a gigantic nest filled with soft, star-covered cushions and matching sheets, and on the wall parallel to it was a gaming system and all of the kids' favorite video games and consoles.

It was then that Bowser lowered the young ones to the floor for them to disperse and grab whatever they wanted to do, all the while wandering around the room to hang out with all of his children, silently taking a headcount as he went from station to station.

Ludwig, his 16-year-old musical prodigy, had immediately grabbed his spare headphones from one of his shelves and connected it to his iToad before sitting on one of the bean bag chairs, listening to one of his own compositions. Settling down on the floor next to him, Bowser slightly tapped on his shoulder before Ludwig handed him an earpiece for him to listen along, the sound of a beautiful piano concerto flooding into his brain.

No doubt my boy's a better pianist than me. And I taught him everything he knows! He thought, ruffling his eldest's dark blue hair in pride.

"Father, please don't mess with my mane," Ludwig said, moving away from his ruffling as the music ended.  If he saw the teen give a quick, small smile at the attention, Bowser would never tell.

He then made his way over to Wendy, Roy, and Morton, his 14-year-olds, as they were gossiping over the latest news in fashion while they dealt him in their game of Uno. Well, his bow-wearing princess did most of the talking. Meanwhile, a mini war was being waged between his rough-and-tumble boys that was slowly turning into an actual fight.

"Boys! Do I need to separate the both of you again?" Bowser asked, a stern look on his face when Morton was forced to draw four cards, Roy taunting the whole time.

"No, sir." The boys said in unison, the game quickly picking back up.

After utterly crushing the game (Wendy won), he moved on to where Iggy, his 12-year-old genius, was tinkering away with one of his newer projects.

"Hey, Iggy! What's that supposed to be?" He asked, looking over the green-haired lad's shoulder.

"A lava-proof drone. I'm curious as to how our volcano functions, and what better way to find out than to film the process of volcanic activity in real-time?"

He listened as his middle child drabbled on and on about scientific mumbo-jumbo that made no sense to him. Something about thermal dynamics and seismic activity. Whatever it was, Bowser didn't really find it interesting, but watching his son light up when he tried to explain it to him was all worth it.

Leaving him to continue to work on his new doohickey, he moved towards the nest to sit down for a second, taking a break from wandering around and looking down at what his twins were doing. Larry and Lemmy, his 11-year-olds, sat in front of the nest, playing a quick game of Super Monkey Ball on the TV, shouts of laughter bouncing off of the walls.

"Hey, Lemmy! Larry! Let your old man show you how it's done!" Bowser cackled as they set up a new game.

After a couple of rounds, he finally made his way to Junior, his 10-year-old heir, as he sat at one of the tables, papers stacked on top of one another as paint and crayons were strewn haphazardly with every piece of art he made. The gigantic Koopa looked on in pride, taking notice of the tiniest of details within his son's artwork.

It was then that Kamek entered the room, carrying their lunch via his magic.

"Finally!" Morton shouted, causing the other kids to giggle.

Kamek rolled his eyes before chuckling. As he began to dish out the food, Kamek turned to the king, a troubled look on his face.

"Sire, we have received some news that we must discuss," He whispered to Bowser.

Bowser sighed. A king's job is never done.

"Fine. I'll meet you and Kammy in the war room."

With a bow, Kamek left in a puff of pink smoke, leaving the royal family to their meal.

"Alright, Brat Pack! After lunch, it's nap time for the younger ones. Ludwig, Roy, Wendy, and Morton; you're free to hang out in your rooms for right now, but don't be loud."

The younger four groaned.

"But Papa, I don't wanna take a nap!" Junior protested.

"King Dad, seeing as I will be 13 soon, can't I just hang out in my room?" Iggy requested, looking annoyed at the notion of being told to nap.

"But King Dad! We're not sleepy." Lemmy yelped, Larry nodding in agreement.

"Too bad, squirts. A young Koopa needs their rest to grow up big and strong."

The sounds of complaints echoed with the sound of food being eaten and plates being put away for the servants to handle later on. The king chuckled as the kids pouted, allowing him to tuck them into the nest. The older teens then started to put away whatever they had on hand and file out the door when Junior spoke up.

"Papa?"  

"Hmm? What is it, Junior?"

He turned to look at his son, whose beady eyes watched him with unshed tears as he began to sniffle.

"W-we didn't know where you were. W-will you still be here when we wake up?"

His heart melted at the sight, feelings of guilt filling his soul. He moved closer to the nest and wrapped his arms around them as Junior's sniffles were joined by the sounds of Lemmy and Lary's soft crying, Iggy, Wendy, Morton, Roy, and Ludwig watching on in concern.

It wasn't as if this was the first time that he had been away from home for weeks. Ever since his obsession with Princess Peach and finding the Power Star, he had been staying away from the castle longer. In fact, this wasn't even the longest he had been away from them. But they also knew that Kamek was always with him, ensuring the king's safe return.

This time, however, things were different. When they were first told of the airship's arrival a month and a half ago, they had all run to greet their father, only to find Kamek in the foyer.

Alone.

Alone and unsure of how to get their king back to their lands.  

Bowser held the four of them close, at a loss.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shh. Don't cry. Of course, I will. I will be right in the other hall, in the war room. I won't be too far, don't you worry."

Still unconvinced, the youngest Koopa prince seemed to nuzzle himself into his chest as if he wanted to bury himself under his skin.

"Hey, do you want a song to help you sleep?" Bowser asked, shifting Junior's weight onto one arm.

He patiently waited as Junior nodded his head and watched the boys begin to relax, Junior gripping his teddy Koopa tightly as Bowser began to sing a lullaby.

Morton and Roy, who were preparing to leave the room, stopped as their father's voice filled the room. As if in a trance, the two of them joined their little brothers in the nest, forming the base of a Koopa pile.

A gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain

Softly blows o'er Lullaby Bay

It fills the sails of boats that are waiting

Waiting to sail your worries away

As the song continued, Wendy began to climb into the nest, dragging Ludwig with her, the latter giving a weak chirp of protest before the both of them nearly faceplanted into the sheets and crawled over to the pile, holding on to each other.

It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain

And your boat waits down by the quay

The winds of night so softly are sighing

Soon they will fly your troubles to sea

By the last lyric, all eight of his kids were sound asleep, nestled on top of one another like a Koopa Jenga set.

So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain

Wave goodbye to cares of the day

Watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain

Sail far away from Lullaby Bay

"Heh, still works." Bowser chuckled softly.

Giving each child a small kiss on their forehead, he closed the family room door, a soft smile gracing his maw as he took one last glance at his greatest treasures as they snuggled deeper into the Koopa pile.

Bowser stomped down the halls as he made his way toward the war room, his soldiers saluting him as he passed. Whatever Kamek needed to discuss with him must've been important if it meant disrupting his quality time with the kids.

He better pray it is.

As he turned the corner, he found himself walking towards his garden again. The dream suddenly came back to his mind as he subconsciously stepped outside and into the open air.

The midday sky was darkened by the smoke of the volcano, but the rows and rows of piranha plants and fire flowers remained in full bloom, undisturbed. His statues were still there, almost as menacing as the king himself. His gazebo was still made with black obsidian stone. It was just as he left it the last time he was in here.

But why do I feel so...disappointed by that?

A growl crawled from the back of his throat as he rushed back inside and down the hall, taking one quick look at his reflection in the mirror, checking to see if he looked any different. The scales on his body and on his dark green shell were due for a deep shine after this meeting, but it was still a shimmering, pale-ish gold. The black swirls and designs of his ta moko tattoo were still on the left side of his creme plastron, spreading out from his chest to his arm, being cut off at some points by the spiked arm and wrist bands that he wore.  He then took notice of his face, pale gold turned to forest green as he followed from his shoulders and spike-collar covered neck to his forehead. His crimson hair and eyebrows was a tad bit longer than usual, but that was fixable. His horns were still as sharp and as impressive as ever, giving himself a wide, sharp toothed grin.

I wonder if this is what she saw in the dream. Or if she's even REAL!

With a huff, he threw open the doors to the war room and was met with the sight of Kamek and Kammy as they looked over a holographic map of all of the kingdoms, deep in conversation.

"Kamek! Kammy! What was so important that you had me cut quality time short?!"

The advisors winced at his bellow, their voices dying within the throats.

"Ahem, Your Majesty. We have received word from our intelligence in the Mushroom Kingdom." Kammy squeaked, floating towards Kamek to give the king his space.

Bowser stiffened at that, anger at his rather humiliating defeat still fresh in his mind.

"Go on." He grunted through gritted teeth.

The magickoopa siblings looked at each other for a moment.

"W-well sire, reports of your escape has caused quite a bit of chaos. There is now a kingdom-wide lockdown in place as we speak."

Bowser gave a dark chuckle at that, going to his mahogany liquor cabinet and pouring himself a small glass of fire flower whiskey.

"Good. It was starting to look like they'd forgotten who they were dealing with."

Kamek paused for a moment while Bowser sat back down, drink in hand. As he settled down, the map magically placed four figurines outside of the boarders of the Mushroom Kingdom, moving them towards the Dry Dry Desert.

"Sire, Princess Peach and the Mario Brothers are on their way to the Sarasaland Empire to request aid from Queen Taraji for your recapture."

Bowser's face grew darker as steam puffed out of his nostrils, his hand gripping the glass tightly.

"And? The only reason those Loser Mario Brothers got the better of me was because they cheated with the Power Star. But last time I checked, the Snow Kingdom was the only one that had one. Besides, I am the King of the Koopas! What queen could harm me?"

As he took a large draft of his drink, the map changed again, revealing her face.

Kammy quickly put up a protective shield as the giant Koopa did a spit take.

The woman from the dream!

Bowser felt his mouth go dry (and he was sure that it wasn't from the alcohol).

The same woman who's sadness had somehow infiltrated his own soul.

The dreaded Warrior Queen of the strongest empire in all the known kingdoms.

"And that is not all, my Liege," Kammy continued, "The Snow Kingdom was only one of TWO kingdoms that have the existence of a Powers Star in their boarders."

"And which kingdom is the second?" Bowser asked, having a sinking feeling about the answer.

The magickoopas looked at each other before the hologram changed to show Sarasaland and her palace.

Bowser didn't know what to think. This could very well end badly for him. Everyone, he included, was well aware of how skilled of a warrior she was, and less said of the Bela Nandi, the better. His mind racked with thoughts as they flew past his brain relentlessly.

But if he had that Power Star...

It was then that his face melted into a cocky smirk that sent an uncomfortable shiver down his advisors' spines. They knew that look all too well.

The king had an idea.

An awful idea.

The king had a wonderful, awful idea.

"Send word to my troops and prepare the airships! Tomorrow, we fly to Sarasaland!"

a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

KFP- Always and Forever Mine (AO3) Sneak Peak!

Long before the great Master Oogway found the Jade Palace, before the Valley of Peace was settled, centuries before the creation of Kung Fu, two dragons protected China from all dangers named Hou Yi, who was as bright and cheerful as the noon-day sun; and Chang'e, who's was a beautiful and aloof as the moon at midnight.

The dragons were well-beloved by the people of China, grateful to their fierce and benevolent guardians, but their adoration paled in comparison to the love the dragons had for each other. The citizens of China would say that Hou Yi and Chang'e were no doubt made for each other. That such a love would never be shaken, not by their enemies, by time, or even the gods themselves.

But one day, one creature decided to bring that love to the test.

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Humans are Space Orcs: First Encounter

Planet Hedar 9-BG6, 2135 GE (Galactic Era) 

We had scheduled meetings between the leaders of the various species of sentient life that have become members of the United Inter-Galactic Federation with the topic of allowing a newly introduced species to be inducted into our council.

Humans, from the Level 10 Death-World, Earth.

I, Mokar'ak, diplomat of the Gracovkar, have been tasked to meet with the captain of the Earth starship, the U.S.S Castaway, as their personal guide and as a secret investigator to learn more of our potential allies. So here I stand at the docking bay of my home planet, waiting for their ship to come to port. Everyone in the UIGF had heard tales of the feared Apex Predators from Earth, how they were advanced, but also the most primitive of the known sentient life forms in the known galaxies.

The first time any other lifeform had ever gotten into contact with the human race, they had just successfully colonized the red, neighboring planet in their solar system. Everyone, my planet included, had sent numerous amounts of disguised scouts to observe the humans and report back to us. The accounts varied from species to species with some reporting humans with different colors, cultures, and regions of their home planet and their newly acquired sister planet. However, the way they described the humans was mostly the same. They were bipedal creatures, walking upright on two legs with a foot on each leg and having only two arms, a hand and five fingers on each one. They had one head with two eyes, one scent reciprocal, a mouth with small teeth, and two sound canals that were surrounded by fleshy skin and cartilage to protrude out from the sides of their face. They did not have scales or spikes of any kind, only skin that, for some humans, would burn as soon as they stepped outside and faced their star. They did have some fur (if you could call it that), but it was mostly on the top of their heads and/or on their faces. They had no claws either, just some built-up keratin that protruded from the front-side of their hands. They held no powers, such as telepathy like the Vradari of Fenu-5 or night vision like the Smenuru of Ydriv-B43, nor did they have any sort of natural body armor like the Hmunurbe of Vega-0943-P or the vast intelligence of my own people. In fact, they had no outward display of strength or power of any kind beyond their crude and primitive weaponry that a small Xlarion child could dismantle.

At first, we were relieved, if not slightly disappointed. We had heard some dark tales of humans killing each other with such malice and contempt that some members of the Federation were convinced that they were nothing but a planet of savages. But with this rather unimpressive report, we thought that though they were a threat to themselves, to us, they were more or less harmless.

We were wrong. So very, very wrong.

The Degartsi of planet Bul’nimsat-3534-L were a way-fairing race, conquering smaller, more obscure planets for their vastly growing empire and enslaving the surviving inhabitants by helping them drain the resources of their planet and any other planet they came across. Standing at 9 rigmas tall (10 ft by Earth standards), they towered over many of the other life forms in the known galaxies, with multiple limbs and a vast arsenal of weapons of mass destruction, both close and long ranged, as well as a full militia fleet with thousands of spaceships, housing well over 100,000 soldiers, both Degartsian and slave alike. They were ruthless, showing no mercy to any lifeform on their newly conquered planets.

Old, young, it didn't matter.

The sheer notion of resistance against them was to guarantee the total annihilation of your entire species and any neighboring planet that would try to assist you. Though the UIGF were able to push them away from the planets under the Federation's protection, it did not come without enormous casualties.

I shuddered at the memory of the day I saw Degartsian ships leave the atmosphere of my own planet in a hasty retreat when I was a youngling, my parents being included amongst the dead after they tried to protect me and the rest of my village after they laid waste to our planet, desecrated our most sacred spaces, burned our crops, taken over our mines, and destroyed our homes. By the time the Federation were able to cause them to retreat, the Gracovkar were almost completely wiped out, our population going from around sixty million to only ten million.  

So, when the horde set their eyes towards the human home-world, none of the surrounding Federation members dared to help them. We were even more convinced of the planet’s destruction as the leaders of the planet had refused the horde’s demands for surrender. 

Instead, they declared war. 

We watched with bated breath as their forces closed in on the little blue and green planet. Surely, such a small planet wouldn't stand a chance against these cruel overlords. All of the Federation planets began to say their prayers and hold memorial services for the planet, expecting the battle to be over in an hour. With such archaic technology that they had, there was no chance that they would win. The fact that they thought they COULD stand a chance was impossible and, in Earth terms, stupid. Noble, but stupid.

That was until the humans began to wipe them out. 

To this day, we don’t know what really happened. The majority of the Federation planets had banned travel to Earth due to the impending war, but what few that dared to be near the planet’s solar system all had different testimonies. The J’rutsi people of Quasvi-43G claimed that the human’s atmosphere was filled with noxious gasses that had the horde fleeing back towards the stars. The Muvriadians of Wi’ox-9-3FD reported that the humans had their own weapons of mass destruction that rivaled the size and number of the Degartsi. The Kniphors of Umortina-F435 swore up and down that the humans simply brought down their ships and then hunted the Degartsi until the horde was too tired and too depleted to carry out their plans. 

Whatever the cause was, the Degartsi certainly never discussed it, even after their complete and total surrender. Their armies were depleted, their ships were destroyed, and in their surrender, they were confined to their original, dying world, never to traverse the galaxies again and would free any planet that they had enslaved, alongside giving the planet’s inhabitants reparations.

It was at this moment that I heard the low, ground-trembling rumble of a starship as it made its decent from the atmosphere to the docking bay. The ship’s interior was a bright, almost iridescent white, which made the name of the ship stand out in bold, black letters on one side. The once quiet deck began to bustle with activity as the arrival of this new ship brought with it all the curious and cautious alike to welcome our new guest. 

Then, the docking bay went silent as with a whoosh, the hatch of the ship opened and one, lone creature stepped out, dressed all in white and a strange, round orb on their head, which I began to realize was a helmet as they began to take it off and reveal themself. 

The helmet gone; the face of the human was clear. They were of moderate build, dark brown skin and head full of black, thick braids on top of their head. I couldn’t help but stare. Surely, they never said anything about the humans being beautiful. 

I guess they forgot to add that to their reports. 

The human glanced around for a moment before I remembered what I was actually there for and made my appearance. I turned my translator on in order to communicate, seeing as Gracvese wasn’t understood by most of the galaxy and made myself known. After getting their attention, I introduced myself. 

“Greetings, human. My name is Mokar’ak of the Gracovkar. Welcome to the planet Hedar. I will be your guide and translator during your stay here. And what may I call you?” 

The human stared at me, the eyes of an apex predator shining with interest on my form. Then, baring her teeth in what I briefly remembered was supposed to be a form of positive assurance, the human spoke.  

“Hello, my name is Tsiri Stephens, I use she/ her pronouns, and I bring you greetings from the planet Earth.” 

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BISAN IS AFRAID THIS MAY BE HER LAST VIDEO. THE OCCUPATION IS PLANNING TO INVADE NASSER HOSPITAL IN KHAN YUNIS, THE LAST FUNCTIONING HOSPITAL IN THE GAZA STRIP.

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Made an OC for an AU idea that's in my head!

Meet Eliana, Warrior Queen of Sarasaland, and newly betrothed fiancee of our favorite King of the Koopas, Bowser!