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hcneymooners · 4 months ago

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best friends mom ambessa? perchance? love ur fics 🤍

⋆ you made me crazy, you made me wild.

best friend's mother!ambessa x curvy!f!reader. men & minors dni.

synopsis: a psychic once told you you'd have the kind of love that would mark you for the rest of your life. did it have to be with your best friend's mother?

cw: milf!bessa, age difference, older woman/younger woman, modern au, you and mel are best friends, long rich people vacations, curvy!reader, reader is implied to be a woc but you can still read regardless, forbidden love, sneaking around, vaping bc i have an oral fixation however i have never once smoked i just like the vibe i fear, non-sexual intimacy, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, overstimulation (bessa!receiving, r!recieving), multiple orgasms, tribbing, cunnilingus (bessa!receiving), you go to town on her my god, squirting (bessaaaa does it), tender sex, floor sex, manhandling, light angst, friendship breakups, angst with a happy ending.

notes: perchance is killing me. thank you so much for being so sweet mami. hope you enjoy. also, don't vape kids!

you and mel haven't spoken in three weeks.

the thought sits heavy in your chest as you perch on the window seat of your boutique, one leg tucked beneath you, the other dangling lazily. your cream silk camisole rides up your belly, catching on the velvet cushions behind you. outside, venice beach awakens like a lioness stretching in the sun, all languid and golden.

the brass bell above your door chimes softly in the morning breeze. your fingers find your vape – a delicate thing of gold, engraved with climbing roses – and bring it to your lips in a motion as natural as breathing.

the sweet ghost of vanilla mango curls around you like a familiar lover. you've always needed something between your lips, a fact that amuses your friends and once made ambessa raise an eyebrow in that way that sent heat flooding through your body.

the recent mornings have been sadder and slower than most, though objectively one wouldn’t be able to tell. you keep waking in fits, your body heavy with mourning. your reflection in the shop window shows what you've become in her absence: curves nestled in vintage, mussed hair tumbling past your shoulders, lips stained the color of crushed berries.

a crystal pendant nestles in the soft valley between your breasts, and your rings catch the light as you fidget with the hemline of your denim cutoffs. there's nothing calculated about your appearance today – no performance or intention. it's as honest as you can muster this morning.

the wooden floor creaks beneath your bare feet as you move to arrange a display of moonstone rings. your own fingers are adorned with gold bands, each one telling a story of who you were before that summer in england. before mel, before her mother and that library with its leather-bound books and muggy afternoons, before you watched her, endeared as she peered at her phone with those sunglasses perched on the top of her head.

before you realized that the soft animal of your body had found its home in the worst fucking lineage alive.

your phone lights up again – another message from mel. her name on the screen sends a fresh wave of guilt through you, but not regret. never regret. not about the way her mother’s hands felt on your waist in the conservatory, not about the first kiss that tasted of chlorine and whiskey, not even about the screaming match that ended with you on a plane back to california.

you take another long drag from your vape, watching the morning light fracture through hanging crystals into rainbow patterns across your skin. the salt air mingles with your perfume – something expensive and european that ambessa had picked out because she liked to dress you like a little doll, build your body up.

a customer pushes open the door, sending the brass bell into a symphony, and you unfold yourself from the window seat. your reflection shows a woman who knows exactly who she is – soft-bodied but steel-spined, tarnished but holding out for healing.

you tuck the vape into a vintage ceramic dish beside your register, next to the rose quartz crystal your psychic insisted would bring your true love back to you. you're not sure you believe it, but you keep it close anyway, just in case the universe is listening.

the customer's voice hits you like a wave – crisp, cultured british vowels discussing the merits of different pieces. it's nothing like ambessa's voice, really, but it's enough to send you tumbling back into that summer, that first day when everything changed.

𓇼

mel had been waiting at heathrow, practically vibrating with anxiety, her locs spun into a tight chignon at the nape of her neck—a nervous habit since childhood. you'd fallen into each other's arms like you always did, all tears and high laughter, ignoring the disapproving looks from passing businessmen. it was the same way you'd hugged since you were five, sharing grape juice boxes and childish fantasies on the playground.

"it's just a little cottage in the countryside," mel had said on facetime, twisting her initial necklace. "very quaint, very english. you'll probably think it's charming." what she hadn't mentioned was that her "cottage" was actually a sprawling estate that made downton abbey look modest.

honey-colored stone stretched towards the sky, windows gleaming like diamonds in the afternoon sun. the gravel drive seemed endless, winding through gardens that swallowed the sun within their towering walls. it must��ve been a dream to grow up here, small feet tumbling through the mazes and nothing but the entire world before you. your hand was still clasped in hers on the gearshift of her vintage mercedes, just like always, but you could feel her fingers trembling slightly.

"mom's probably in the library," mel said, killing the engine. "she's got this thing about afternoon light."

she chewed her lip, a habit you recognized from exam days and first dates.

"just… don't take it personally if she's a bit… well, you know. she can be kind of intense. dad always says she's an acquired taste."

you remember adjusting your dress, a red-and-white gingham number that clung delicately to your stomach. the bow at the bust had come undone at least three times that morning, and the skirt, airy and flared, fluttered in the slightest breeze. it felt a little too simple, too worn for the looming grandeur of mel’s childhood home, but you hadn’t thought to pack anything else. besides, something was grounding about it—the way the cotton pressed against your skin, the familiar weight of the straps on your shoulders, like it was trying to remind you who you were.

you followed mel through halls lined with oil paintings and antiquities. your sandals clicked against marble floors, echoing off high ceilings. everything smelled overwhelmingly of jasmine and time passed, the atmosphere practically bloated by money’s touch.

and then there was ambessa.

she stood in a shaft of golden light, tall and elegant in a cream linen suit that probably cost more than your entire wardrobe. silver threaded through her dark hair which was braided down into a neat, long plait and when she turned, her eyes caught yours with an intensity that made your knees weak. your psychic's words echoed in your head – "your palm reads of a love that will shake you. stand fast, girl." – and something in your chest shifted, like tectonic plates realigning.

"mom, this is my best friend," mel was saying, but her voice seemed to come from very far away. you noticed how she shifted her weight from foot to foot, how her fingers twisted in the waistband of her maxi skirt. "the one i've been telling you about."

ambessa's handshake was firm, her skin warm against yours.

"welcome to our home," she said, and her voice – god, her voice was like honey over gravel, like smoke and leather. "i trust you'll find everything… adequate."

you managed to say something appropriate, probably, though you couldn't remember what. all you could focus on was the way ambessa's eyes lingered on the wide basket of your waist, the delicate line of your collarbone, the pearl drop nestled between your breasts. it felt like a cigarette dragged slowly across your skin.

later, sprawled across mel's massive bed like you used to do at sleepovers, both of you tipsy on expensive wine stolen from the cellar, mel talked about her latest boyfriend drama – some posh boy from oxford who couldn't commit – while you traced patterns on her linen sheets. but your mind kept drifting to the library, to ambessa's knowing smile, to the way she'd looked at you over dinner like you were a deer she very much wanted to fell.

you didn't know then that those looks would become your undoing.

𓇼

you couldn't sleep that first week, your body stubbornly running on pacific time. the massive house creaked and whispered at night, all those endless corridors filled with shadows. you'd taken to wandering, padding through the halls in your cotton shorts and an old guns & roses tee, your thick hair piled high in a silk scarf that your grandmother had taught you to wrap just so.

that's how she found you the third night, curled up in the window seat of the informal library (because of course there were multiple libraries), reading the beautiful and damned by phone light. your bare legs were tucked up under you, painted toes peeking out, a half-eaten peach leaving sticky fingerprints on the pages.

"fitzgerald at three in the morning?" her voice was rough with sleep, but still commanding. ambessa stood in the doorway in a black silk robe that made your mouth go dry, her hair loose around her shoulders. "how terribly american of you."

"can't sleep," you drawled, your accent thick and lazy in the quiet. "time zones are, like, totally brutal."

the ghost of a smile touched her lips at your exaggerated californian lilt, and something warm unfurled in your chest when her eyes lingered on your face, studying you with a naked interest that made your skin prickle.

it became a ritual after that – you in your sun-faded pajamas, her in sophisticated sleepwear that probably cost more than your rent. she'd pour two fingers of sherry ("none of that silly wine you girls keep stealing." “yeah, sorry about that.”), and you'd talk about everything and nothing.

you told her about your boutique—at the time—dream, about learning to make jewelry from an old hippie who read tarot cards on the boardwalk. she spoke of art acquisitions and board meetings, but sometimes, when the night grew soft and heavy around you, she'd share pieces of herself that felt like an easy glimpse into your future.

mel noticed, of course she did.

"mum’s different with you," she said one afternoon, watching you apply coconut oil to your sun-warmed skin by the pool. her voice was careful, measured in a way that made your stomach twist. "she actually laughs at your jokes. she never laughs at anyone's jokes."

you hummed noncommittally, pretending to be absorbed in moisturizing. but you could feel mel's eyes on you, the same sharp gaze she'd inherited from her mother, taking in how you'd started wearing your nicest pajama sets to your nighttime wanderings, how you'd borrowed one of her expensive face creams "just to test it out."

during the days, you'd lounge in the massive gardens with mel, your skin deepening to further in the english sun while she talked less and less about her boyfriend's drama and more about how strange it was to see her mother so… present. but at night – at night you belonged to the library, to raspy-voiced conversations and loaded silences, to the way ambessa's eyes would trace the crescent of your folded body, the arch of your neck, the fullness of your lips.

"you're nothing like i expected," she said one night, two months in, her voice low and intimate in the darkness. you were sprawled on the persian rug, head tipped back against a leather armchair, humming some alternative song under your breath. your skin glowed warm and rich in the lamplight, a sharp contrast to the pale marble and cream walls surrounding you.

"oh?" you looked up at her through your lashes, feeling brave from the whiskey and the late hour. "what did you expect?"

"someone more like mel's other friends. polished. proper." her lips curved around the words as if they amused her. "not this beautiful little creature in threadbare pajamas, so full of freedom and self-assuredness. you hold your own."

beautiful. the word hung in the air between you, dangerous and flickering. like the growing tension you felt whenever mel watched you both at dinner, her eyes narrowing at each shared glance, each lingering moment. you sat up slowly, your movements sluggish and dream-like.

"i don’t. not really. you make me nervous, but i learned early on how to fake it."

her eyes met yours in the dim light, and the air flooded with something thick and heady. your body felt electric. behind you, a floorboard creaked – mel, you'd realize later, watching from the doorway with dawning understanding.

but in that moment, all you could see was ambessa, all you could feel was the weight of what was building between you, an avalanche you were both choosing to let bury you.

in a matter of minutes, she had her hands on you, your back against her firm chest with two fingers tucked inside of your cunt. your legs sprawled open, your pussy blossoming with arousal like rain on roses.

she was softer than you’d imagined, but it was almost relieving. the tenderness did more for you anyway, sent your pulse more freely throughout your body.

you bucked your hips as heat spiraled up from the base of your spine. ambessa pressed you back down, fingers gripping deeply into your thighs.

“no,” she murmured. “stay down.”

you were nestled into her lap, her fingers milking you gently as you arched. your voice seemed caught in your throat, your neck extended in expectation of a kiss. she indulged you, mouth capturing yours while her thumb slipped past your thatch of curls to play with your clit.

the kiss was wet and sloppy, uncoordinated as a result of your jerking body. still, she fed from you reaping kiss after kiss, suckling at your tongue. she groaned into your lips as you threaded a harsh hand into her hair, pining her face against yours.

in response, she inserted a third finger. you let out a high moan at the added stimulation, rooting a hand around her neck to better fuck yourself down. she laughed lightly at your desire, pumping faster until your cunt dribbled gratitude down her knuckles.

“there you go, sweet girl,” she cooed and you shivered.

you suddenly understood cults and their leaders, how special you could feel when their attention was laved over you. you were trying your best to remain quiet, thick thighs trembling as she fucked you a little harder. your tits were bouncing as you met her thrusts and she hid her face into your neck, sucking and biting lightly.

with a muffled squeal you came, squirting lavishly all over where the two of you were locked together. true to her nature, ambessa didn’t give you a moment. with an efficient maneuver, she slid you around and on top of her. it was then that you realized she was naked, robe hanging open at her sides. you weren’t given a second to admire her.

instead, she tucked you into her and kissed you as she extended her legs out and settled you onto her warm cunt. you collapsed fully into her, face buried in the soft crevice of her heavy tits. she let out a slight hum of satisfaction as she slotted your clits together, hooking a leg over you to better increase the spread of your puffy pussy. eventually, you understood the intention and began to rock steadily against her.

the friction was heavenly and you clutched her tightly, burrowing into her broad body as you chased your pleasure. ambessa was just as frantic, snapping up with a hand anchored into your hair. your silk scarf had fallen long ago but you didn’t worry about it. all that mattered was her deep groans of pleasure and the way she kept fucking up against you.

“fuck, honey,” she murmured and you wanted to tell her that you knew, that you understood.

but you couldn’t. you were rendered pathetic by the threat of your second orgasm and settled for cumming inside of her with a wet wail. you could feel her legs shaking but you knew she hadn’t finished, and with a great groan you slid off of her.

stumbling slightly, you stood and rearranged so that you were kneeling in between the apex of her legs with your ass high in the air. as you dripped onto the carpet you began to lap at her and reached a hand up to twist and pinch at her nipples, alternating between her tits.

her breath began to shudder, her chest heaving as she ground down on her tongue. it only took a couple more broad strokes up her pussy and a relentless circling of her clit for her to finish, the liquid dowsing your nose and chin. the spray was thick and warm.

pleased, you hummed into her and started the whole thing up again. she cried out, legs closing around you in a suffocating crush.

not once did you let go.

𓇼

the fight had been brutal. even now, the memory makes your stomach churn—leaves you flinching, sick, and unsteady.

“jesus, [name],” mel’s voice had been sharp, cutting through the quiet. “you’re playing house with my fucking mother.”

“mel—”

“no!” she snapped, her words laced with disbelief and venom. “i can’t believe you. what? are you just desperate? taking whatever scraps you can get? ‘but i love her, melly!’”

her voice pitched high, mocking, cruel in a way you’d never heard before.

“i mean, my god, just go to therapy. don’t go fucking my mother!”

your hand cracked against her cheek before you even registered the motion.

“fuck you,” you spat, trembling, the tears hot and blinding.

she staggered back a step, wide-eyed and disbelieving. you mirrored her shock, your palm still stinging. the silence that followed was suffocating, broken only by the harsh sound of both your breaths. ambessa had stepped out moments before—it was just the two of you now, suspended in the aftermath.

her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came.

your ticket was booked that afternoon, your bag packed by evening. you were gone before the sun had fully set.

𓇼

you close the shop early, your hands moving automatically as the weight of the day presses down on you.

the steady drag on your vape blurs the edges of your thoughts, a small comfort that does nothing to ease the growing ache in your chest. by the time you arrive home, the haze has lifted, but it leaves behind a sharp clarity: you’re alone. sadder than anything. the kind of heartbroken that settles deep in your bones and brings you down, quiet and constant like a low hum you can’t escape.

so you’re surprised when you’re met with a sleek range rover loitering in the parking lot outside your apartment complex.

you didn’t expect to see her this soon. or ever. didn’t want to. three weeks of silence, of space between you both, and you thought you were okay with it. you’d been fine with the quiet, with the absence. but there she is.

mel is right outside your building, sitting pretty and cross-legged in the backseat, the car’s headlights casting long, soft shadows over the cracked pavement. ambessa is sitting in the passenger seat, her face illuminated by the glow from the dashboard, and something about the way she holds herself makes it clear that she’s on the edge. she probably didn’t even want to do this. maybe she’d flown here for mel. maybe mel had flown here for you.

your chest tightens as you stand there, frozen for a moment, caught between the impulse to walk away and the need to understand what’s brought them here. you don’t move, just watch.

the undiscovered truth is that ambessa’s done this for both of you.

mel’s been struggling without you. she’s noticed it; this is her daughter after all. mel hasn’t said it outright, but ambessa can see it in the way her shoulders slump when she talks to anyone else, the small, tired smiles that don’t reach her eyes. she’s miserable without her best friend. and then—gradually—ambessa realized how much she needed you, too. wanted you.

the air between you and the car is heavy with guilt and longing. you can see it in mel’s face, too—how much she loves her mother, how she wants this to be different, even if she doesn’t quite know how to fix it.

and you? you feel a bit numb. maybe it’s the dredges of your vanilla buzz. the sadness in your chest, the loneliness, the quiet hope that maybe—just maybe—this could still work? it’s half dead, half living. you can’t tell if you’re ready to talk, to face what’s been left unsaid for so long. but you know one thing for sure: you’ve missed them both.

you keep standing there, rooted to the spot, watching the car like it’s some kind of omen. the silence feels louder than anything you’ve heard in weeks. ambessa remains in the passenger seat, her gaze distant, like she’s trying to work through something too. you don’t know what it is—whether it’s the weight of her possible regret or the silent pressure she’s putting on her daughter.

mel shifts in her seat, and then, before you can even brace yourself, she’s out of the car, the door slamming shut behind her. she’s standing in front of you now, her eyes wide with something that looks like hesitation.

“i didn’t know where else to go,” she says, her voice quiet but raw.

you don’t know what to say. the words that have been sitting in your throat for weeks suddenly seem impossible to spit out. you want to scream, to ask her why she didn’t come sooner, why it took so long. but all you can do is stand there, your chest tight and aching.

“you don’t have to say anything,” mel continues, her eyes darting between your face and the ground. “i just… i didn’t know what else to do. my mom’s…” she trails off, and there’s something in her voice—something that sounds like both love and frustration.

“she’s been miserable without you. i’ve been miserable without you.”

the admission hangs between you, thick and vulnerable. your breath catches in your throat. you didn’t know how much you missed her until this moment. you want to reach out, to pull her close, but you don’t. the ground between you both feels too fragile. finally, you speak.

“you deserve an apology too,” you croak out. “i shouldn’t have gone behind your back and i sure as hell should have never fucking hit you. it was unacceptable and i’m sorry, melly.”

her eyes grow bright and glassy with tears. she nods.

“i’m not going to say it’s fine because it’s not. but thank you for apologizing.”

you nod, resigned to another night of crying yourself to sleep.

i realized,” mel says wetly, “before this whole thing i’d never—i’d never seen you in love. i’ve never seen you that happy. i’m sorry for mocking that especially since you’ve never had that before, and it’s all you’ve ever wanted.”

you shrug, looking away.

“it’s how i’ve been living.”

before mel can say anything else, ambessa opens her door and steps out of the car. she’s quiet, her movements deliberate, but there’s something gentle in the way she walks toward you. she stops just a foot away, and without a word, she closes the gap and cups your face in her hands, her palms warm against your skin.

you blink, the shock of her touch overwhelming.

“i can’t believe you’re here,” you tell her, your voice cracking down the middle. “have you even been to california before?”

and it’s so stupid to say when you haven’t fucking seen her in months, haven’t stopped loving her for days, but ambessa only smiles. her eyes soften as she leans in, her lips brushing your forehead in a delicate.

“i’ve only ever tasted it,” she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin.

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jadeshifting · 4 months ago

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🫀 SHIFTMAS

day 14. WHAT’S YOUR DR CHRISTMAS SHOPPING SPREE LIKE? do you wander through twinkling markets, sipping mulled wine and picking out thoughtful gifts? or are you hitting luxurious boutiques, wrapping up extravagant surprises?

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★⋆. — the holiday shopping spree kicks off like a Black Friday fever dream—except with much better outfits and zero elbow-throwing

★⋆. — accompanied by Pansy, Millicent, Astoria, and Daphne, i strut into Diagon Alley armed with galleons, a vague gift list, and zero restraint

★⋆. — first stop? Twilfitt and Tattings, where we swipe cashmere scarves for Theo, dragon-hide gloves for Mattheo, and emerald-studded cufflinks for Draco—though i “accidentally” add a velvet cloak with silver embroidery to my own pile

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★⋆. — Madam Primpernelle’s is our next stop, where we pick up up monogrammed skincare sets for Millicent’s mum and stumble across a perfume so intoxicating that i splurge on a bottle “for my mother,” but everyone knows it’s for my own vanity table

★⋆. — Millicent, ever the practical one, snags charmed self-heating teacups for her cousins

★⋆. — Astoria picks up delicate moonstone earrings for her sister and a rose quartz charm for her favorite professor

★⋆. — Daphne? she’s busy commissioning custom quills in every color imaginable at Scribbulus, slipping in a glittering emerald pen for herself because why not?

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★⋆. — Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor has been decked out with garlands, so naturally, it’s our lunch break locale

★⋆. — we sip hot chocolate topped with glittering peppermint shavings and nibble on spiced ginger cookies while debating whether to brave the chaos of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes

★⋆. — (spoiler: we do, and walk out with a bag of prank sweets we’ll 100% regret later)

★⋆. — i splurge on a tiny enchanted snow globe at a hidden Knockturn Alley shop—it’s said to predict your future snowfall, which feels too chic not to buy

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ark-inkweaving · 2 months ago

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Moonstone, Opal, Rhodonite

written for Flash Fiction Friday 294, event hosted by @flashfictionfridayofficial

WIP ✵ Revolve

Trigger Warnings ✵ some slight Body Horror Imagery? + Minor Injury and a little Blood

Rating ✵ Teen & Up

Wordcount ✵ 970

Dani is awfully small, curled up and tucked into Aleji's side. He's always looked tiny, maybe too tiny at times, but like this he seems so much younger than only two years their junior.

Their arms ache, the torn and glitching skin uncomfortable under the long sleeves. They ignore it, and the lightning twinge that shoots up to their shoulder, caught by the tremble of Dani's small frame. If Vez were here, he'd crack a joke. If Leo were, he would hover. Aleji is neither, and they pull Dani further into their side.

In low whispers, they start to weave their story; the magic, and how it hides. That it's okay if fire dances at Dani's fingertips. That of course he doesn't know how to control it, because nobody ever taught him.

Dani doesn't stop staring at his hands like they've betrayed him. "I'm cursed," he whispers, like the words might shatter the very air.

They don't. But Aleji's heart stills in their chest, an ache familiar like the burn of mana under their skin. "Magic isn't a curse. I promise."

"Not that." Dani turns to them, his eyes grayed out and faraway. "I mean cursed. Magic is… weird. But I get it. I don't like fire, but I get it. I mean, my hair is purple and my eyes are red. It's not like I never noticed."

Aleji tilts their head. Their brows furrow. "Then what makes you think you're cursed?"

Dani lifts his hand higher. A rough cut crosses the palm of his hand, slowly oozing dark blood. Aleji yelps and takes his hand. "Why didn't you day anything?"

"Didn't feel it," Dani says, letting them maneuver his whole arm. Aleji whispers a spell over the wound. Dani doesn't even flinch, even though his eyes are still on his hand, looking without seeing. "It's been happening more often. I– had this weird dream a while ago. I don't really remember it but… It was someone. They had horns like a halo, and too many eyes, and mean smile. And now things happen and I don't notice. I never hurt anymore." Dani looks up then, only the tiniest spark to his eyes. "Do you think it was an angel?"

Aleji clutches Dani's hand, memories of cruel cold eyes and scorching pain fluttering over their skin. "Angels don't look like that."

Dani lists to the side, looking away. "It was a curse then."

"Probably."

"I'm cursed."

Aleji closes their eyes. Breathes deeply. "Yeah."

Dani lurches away from them and takes their wrists in his hands. Aleji flinches. "No, Aleji, I'm cursed," he yells. His voice cracks.

Aleji gulps. "Okay."

Dani stares at him. His eyes wide. "Why aren't you running away?"

Aleji lets the whisper dissolve in the silence and meets Dani's eyes. "Are your grandparents gonna be checking on you?"

Dani's brows furrow, but he shakes his head. "They won't notice anyway."

"Come with me then. i want you to meet someone," Aleji says. They climb to their feet, and offer a hand for Dani to help himself up.

Sneaking is second nature, and it is no harder with Dani so small and quiet. It's not hard to lead him into the Ada's jewelry shop, through the Gate to Izerko. It's even easier to evade guards there. The capital is made of twists and tunnels and passages, and there is not a single one that Aleji hasn't mapped before. Even the ones that lead deeper and deeper into the heart of the city, into the palace's winding dark hallways.

The door Aleji stops in front of is like many others, if it weren't for the scent of dandelions and fresh air. Aleji knocks. From behind them, Dani peeks his head.

A single eye, green and golden and bright and tired and unfocused, appears in the sliver of open door. "Ale?"

Aleji smiles. "Yeah. I've got a friend too. Can we come in?"

Behind the door, Luz tilts her head. The door opens without more words, just enough to let them in. Her eyes are firmly on Dani. "I've never seen you before."

"I've never been here before?" Dani says, still halfway behind Aleji. When they step to the side, he glares at them and fiddles on his feet, not looking at anyone. "I'm… not sure why Aleji brought me here. We were talking about something completely else."

Luz tilts her head. A strand of iridescent hair falls out of the complicated hairdo the rest is in. "Oh?"

Dani glances at Aleji, their eyes wide, their brows furrowed. Aleji nods. Dani fidgets with his hands. "Yes. We were… talking and I, uh, I… told them that I… I'm– cursed? I mean–"

"You're like us," Luz interrupts him. She steps forward, her dark dress a blurry of motion that makes her look sickly pale as she takes Dani's hands in her shaking ones, unsteady on her fee at the rapid movement. Aleji lays a hand on her side to steady her.

Dani frowns, his eyes shifting between them and Luz "You… too?"

Luz's eyes crinkle and mist, even as a smile splits her face. "Mhm. Been for a while."

"And…?" Dani starts, looking over at Aleji but not talking.

Luz answers for them, always the better liar of the two. "Ale scares people if they take off their glamour." Ah. So that's how she's playing it.

Dani's eyes furrow, his eyes narrrow. "Being ugly isn't a curse. Even that ugly."

Aleji sends him a betrayed look, but at their side Luz giggles. Like windchimes in the breeze. "Ale, can we keep him?"

"You can't keep peop–"

"I'd like that," Dani interrupts them. He's fiddling with his hands. "You seem– nice."

Luz sends them a smug look over her shoulder. Brighter. "I regret letting you two meet," they say. They regret nothing.

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brain-rot-central · 8 months ago

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Please by all means poke holes in my background theory for Astarion because I'm not terribly familiar with DnD lore but here it goes:

1) He's half star elf and half moon elf. From my understanding, star elves were very cautious about interacting with humans but were very close with moon elves, almost keeping an eye on them. They believed moon elves to be naive for forging such casual relations with humans, and it's possibly somewhere between those interactions is how his parents met. I also have an entirely different head canon where his father was a traveler (apparently common with moon elves) and met his mother (star elf) turning his travels.

2) I think the most likely place for Astarion to have grown up would be Evereska (if he's forgotten almost everything about who he was prior to death how is that he recalls Evereska and their precious moonstones?), but I think he grew tired of it as he approached adulthood. He likely had a mischievous personality and a thirst for adventure, so he left in his early 20s and made his way to Baldur's Gate, seeking a more fast-paced life.

3) I don't think Astarion was part of nobility much at all prior to reaching BG, but I do think he's always had a taste for the finer things in life and was blessed with a silver tongue. Him mentioning how a handsome face can open many doors leads me to believe that he's used to talking his way up the ladder, and befriended a number of well-off individuals not long after his arrival.

4) His living situation was not glamorous. He led a double life: drinking high quality champagne with nobles at soirees on the weekends while seamlessly pilfering their pockets in order to survive. He had an apartment in the Lower City above a clothing shop, which is where he learned to sew. He offloaded whatever jewelry or trinkets he stole in order to pay his way through law school. Astarion was very much an "eat the rich," kind of person upon first arrival in BG.

5) Part of Astarion's EA backstory was that he was a corrupt magistrate who was popular with BG's noble class. I think where his corruption started was his tendency to take bribes from individuals looking to have laws passed in their favor.

Once he got a taste of living large, Astarion was obsessed with it, never wanting to go back to stealing in order to eat. He was a terribly gifted magistrate; could argue almost any point with such strong conviction, and won nearly all of his cases.

This is how he met Cazador. Yes, I hc that he knew Cazador before everything happened. The Szarr family is well-known in BG, being one of the most wealthy families in residence. I believe Cazador sought Astarion out by word of mouth in an effort to influence changes in laws that would make it easier for certain types of individuals to end up missing without much follow-up.

6) I think after a time, Astarion turned into a true piece of shit. I don't think he was a nice person at all. He was completely blind-sighted by money, and Cazador often would throw him thousands in gold to make certain cases against Cazador "disappear," just as easily as his victims did. But I don't believe Astarion knew he was a vampire. Not up until that fateful night.

7) As terrible as the Gur were rumored to be, they still were monster hunters. And I believe that Cazador got tired of paying Astarion for his services after taking notice of how personable he was, and how easily people flocked to him. I believe it was Cazador who tipped off the Gur to true the nature of many of Astarion's rulings, leading to them attacking him and Cazador's subsequent subjugation of Astarion.

And then the rest of his life flows as BG3 states. 200 years of slavery under Cazador. 🙃

#astarion headcanons

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espurrsso · 4 months ago

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Moonstone Lake 🌲Clover Willowmere 🎨☕

Clover Willowmere is a 23-year-old third-year Art major, currently on a break from her studies to focus on her final project.

When Clover was just seven, she lost her mother, and two years ago, her father passed away after battling a mysterious illness. Her father had always dreamed of making the scenic four-hour drive to Moonstone Lake, but between raising Clover as a single parent and his demanding job, that dream remained unfulfilled.

Late one night, while aimlessly doom-scrolling in bed, Clover stumbled upon an ad for a job opening at a quaint coffee shop in a park in Moonstone Lake. The position came with the offer of low-rent board at a cosy cottage. Inspired by her father’s unfulfilled wish and her own impulsive nature, Clover applied on a whim—and to her surprise, received an immediate response.

Without overthinking it, she packed her life into boxes, chopped off her hair (because why not? A fresh start calls for a bold change), and set out on the same scenic drive her father once dreamed of taking. Now she’s here, ready to spend a year surrounded by the natural beauty of Moonstone Lake, brewing coffee, meeting new people, and channelling her experiences into her art.

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burnwater13 · 6 months ago

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Boba Fett facing Cad Bane on the streets of Mos Espa. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 7, In the Name of Honor. Calendar by DateWorks.

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In lieu of writing a story all about the long running history of Boba Fett and Cad Bane and how it had resolved itself, first with name calling and then with something a little more permanent, Grogu elected to write a story that the people of Earth could appreciate given the nature of their celebration of Halloween. No reason to talk about really scary stuff, when you could talk about more mild scary stuff. Cheers!

Trick or Treat

It was a beautiful day on Nevarro. The few trees and scrub bushes that framed the cabin Grogu shared with the Mandalorian had begun to show signs that the air had been cooling and the weather was getting a little wetter. There leaves were changing colors and they had bloomed. Everything smelled a little nicer and looked a lot prettier.

The harvest was going to be collected that night according to IG-11. Not your traditional harvest of veggies, fruits, nuts, berries, and other things people on the strange planet ate. Nope. That happened all year long. No. Now it was time to harvest the moonstones.

At least that’s what Grogu had heard people call the crystals that folks all over Nevarro collected one night a year when the lava flats burped them up. He suspected that was why the Imps had even recorded Nevarro on a star chart. Unfortunately for them (the Imps that is) it only happened one night a year and once the scouts had reported that, after spending an extremely dull year there, the Imps had left the place alone, until they realized the true utility of a planet no one cared about.

Right now he was just working with his dad to make sure that the protective clothing he had to wear was ready for the big event. His dad had originally suggested that they go to a planet than actually held a harvest festival, like Sorgan, but Grogu had refused. They had a home on Nevarro and while the cabin was small, kind of drafty, and often covered with fine black powder from the lava flats, it was their home now and it was about time they participated in some of Nevarro’s traditions.

Yes, he knew he was giving up the opportunity to spend all night collecting sweets and eating them before his dad worked out that no one on Sorgan really handed everyone in a costume a couple of krill for all that hard work of dressing up and wondering around. He was also giving up a trip to Tatooine where he would hang out with Peli and the pit droids and win something no one wanted when he beat her at sabacc. Again. It was okay. He really did want to see what the whole moonstone thing was about.

He’d been talking to the High Magistrate’s protocol droid about the plan it had been developing for the collection, measurement, and evaluation of lava flat moonstones, because he’d never heard of them and didn’t know why anyone would want to collect chunks of rock that came from the small body that orbited Nevarro. That’s when he learned so many things.

First, Nevarro didn’t have a moon. That’s right. It didn’t even have a small satellite that people might mistake for an Imperial battle station. Then he’d learned that due to some weird aspect of the heating and cooling cycles of Nevarro’s liquid core, the magma and lava flows produced two strange things.

The lava produced fine crystals that, if you happened upon them, you’d noticed that they glowed softly, day or night. Many of the children on Nevarro sprinkled them on paths to fun places to play, favorite vendor’s stalls and shops, as well as in their rooms to provide a soft light in the evenings.

Grogu had managed to acquire a few of them from IG-11-M and had them in his bedroom until the Mandalorian complained about them being too bright. Until then, Grogu had no idea that sometimes his dad took his helmet off at night when he puttered around the cabin, thinking Grogu was asleep. Of course, Grogu had been asleep, dank farrik!

The magma produced large amorphic crystals that would eventually make their way into the lava flows and then cast up on the banks. They could be polished, but they didn’t glow at all and they were a kind of deep brown. Not very pretty and not very useful, unless you wanted to create an outline for a landing pad.

However, there was another that could happen. The tiny lava crystals could get swallowed back up in the magna when it returned to it’s underground channels and pools. Then, the amorphic crystals would collide with it and suddenly you’d have a very large, very pretty, very bright moonstone. But only if you happened to be out on the banks of the lava flats on the right night of the year when the flow would start burping the things up.

No one knew how they became known at moonstones, but Grogu liked to think that someone saw them and was reminded of the moon from their home planet or something like that. He still didn’t think any one thought they came from an actual Imperial battle station.

But, and this was important, you couldn’t just pick up a moonstone like it was a stone or pebble or credit you found on the streets of Nevarro City. Those things had just been burped up from deep underground and were still amazingly hot. If you caught one without proper protective equipment you would never have to worry about catching another one. You went almost instantly to way too warm and just as suddenly to permanently cold. It was bad. Don’t do it.

Instead, the fine people of Nevarro had worked out that they could wear special safety gear that would allow them to handle the stones long enough to move them out of their way as they spent the night collecting them. The protective gear itself was kind of funny. It was silver in color, was shaped like a hooded poncho, but it went all the way to the ground and it only had small holes to look out of and some slashes for your hands to fit through. Of course you had to wear thermal protective gloves made out of the same stuff to protect your hands.

The Mandalorian had said everyone looked like a mech with a thermal blanket covering it. Grogu didn’t argue. His dad wasn’t wrong. They were just a lot taller or wider or longer than most of the mechs Grogu had ever met. And, if you sent your mech to do the work, you still needed the protective equipment to make sure that they didn’t melt from the heat of the stones.

“You know you can’t eat these things, right?”

Grogu nodded his head, although the motion was barely perceptible under the thick silver blanket.

“Good. Remember, we are just moving them so they can be collected and measured and all that. Karga’s got big plans for them.”

Grogu nodded his head again.

He knew all about the High Magistrate’s plan. Once the moonstones were collected, measured, evaluated, tested, recorded, and all that, they were going to be used to create a series of markers that would indicate the way to all the major sites on Nevarro. He didn’t want tourists getting lost at night because they all complained that IG-11-M scared them when it appeared out of the gloom.

Grogu just hoped his dad didn’t mind the fact that the protocol droid’s plan now included outlining all the major landowners’ property boundaries with the things. Based on what Grogu had suggested, the Mandalorian was never going to find any place on Nevarro dark enough to take his helmet off again. But if Grogu couldn’t see his face, there was no good reason anyone else should either. He has spoken.

Happy Halloween.

#calendar prompt a day #the book of boba fett #the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #star wars

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nerdasaurus1200 · 1 year ago

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New fic idea I’m gonna post here so I don’t forget it.

A few months after Cap takes in Cass and she finally gets better, Arianna finally puts her foot down and decides that she and Cap are taking Cass shopping for stuff cause the poor girl only has the one green dress and it’s starting to get thin.

The whole trip took almost the entire day, mostly because Cass kept looking for ink and paper so she could try to map out every shop.

Their first stop is at the tailor, where they take Cass’s measurements and get her a few new dresses. To the tailor’s confusion she insists on just basic colors like blue and green and brown.

Then naturally they stop at Feldspars to get a pair of sturdy shoes for her. Feldspar accidentally encourages Cass to open up and they have a small chat in Saporian before they leave the shop.

And then of course they head to the toy store. Cap is checking out some stuffed animals and dolls when all of a sudden they’ve lost Cass! They look up and down the aisles and Arianna finds her just enchanted with a spinning top. After a little encouraging, Cass decides she wants to have it. And with Mr Hooty and Commander Whinny and General Lion, her plushy army has finally begun.

And of course they stop by Xavier’s for a quick visit and Cass spies a beautiful dagger just her size with moonstone embedded in the handle. It takes Cap a little convincing but they end up getting that too.

After all the shopping and mapping out the random buildings Cass is starting to get a little tired. Oh, but Arianna saved the best stop for last, the bookstore. Cause every little girl needs a bunch of books to read. Cap makes a beeline for the mythology section and gets a kids book on Greek Mythology and another on Coronan mythology. With Arianna’s help baby Cass grabs a cartography book from the top shelf (Cap: Your highness isn’t that a little advanced for her?

Arianna: You’re never too young to learn about maps, Caspar. Besides, she loves looking at my maps when I work. ^_^”). Naturally Cap also gets the junior edition of Primrose’s biography, snd Cass begs for a book all about horses.

But ohhh the best book of all, the one that catches her eye the most. Cass sees it on a shelf just too tall for her to reach. A young Saporian girl, just like her, with a pretty pink feather in her hat, surrounded by the most beautiful creatures Cass has ever seen. Just as beautiful as horses.

Arianna: Cassandra? Is everything alright darling?

Cassandra: What…are…those???

Arianna: Oh, those are dragons, my lovely.

Cassandra: Dragons?

Captain: Oh right, this book came out recently. Ramona and the Seven Dragons.

Cassandra: There are seven?? 😳

Captain: Do you want this one too kiddo?

And Cass looks at Cap and Arianna, then the book, then back at them again and gives them the most excited little nod.

#tts #rta #tangled #tangled the series #rapunzel's tangled adventure #nerd talks #cassandra #arianna #captain of the guard

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himalyaquartz · 2 months ago

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meridien-moonquills · 3 months ago

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You Cannot Accio on People - The Hogsmeade Stroll

Vianka explored Hogsmeade for the first time, accompanied by Sebastian and Ominis. They strolled happily under the sun.

With Vianka’s new wand securely in hand, the trio set off to complete Professor Weasley’s task list. Their first stop was Tomes and Scrolls, where Vianka marveled at the shelves overflowing with spellbooks and parchment rolls. Next came J. Pippin’s Potions, where the group stocked up on essential ingredients, from powdered moonstone to asphodel root. Finally, they visited The Magic Neep, where Vianka selected magical seeds for Herbology, admiring the shop’s earthy charm and the faint hum of magic in the air.

As they strolled through the streets, Sebastian began teaching Vianka some basic spells.

“Let’s start with the classics,”

he said, twirling his wand.

“Accio—to pull something to you—and Depulso—to push it away. Some of the most useful charms you’ll ever learn. Especially…”

He grinned mischievously.

“…when you want to pull or push someone you don’t like.”

Ominis raised an eyebrow, his tone skeptical. “Surely you realize, Sebastian, that spells like Accio and Depulso are not designed for use on people. Or did you imagine magic would conveniently rewrite its principles just for you?”

Sebastian crossed his arms, a mock challenge in his voice. “Yes, you can. I’ve done it before.”

“No, you most certainly cannot.”

Ominis countered, his tone firm but amused.

“Human beings are naturally resistant to such spells. It’s all outlined in Hogwarts: A History, if you’d care to consult it.”

Sebastian waved him off.

“Books don’t know everything. Try it, Vianka. You’ll see I’m right.”

Vianka watched the playful banter between the two Slytherin boys, a smile tugging at her lips. The curiosity got the better of her. Holding her wand steady, she aimed at Ominis, who was standing about a meter away.

“Accio Ominis!”

To everyone’s surprise, Ominis stumbled forward as the spell pulled him directly toward Vianka. Without Vianka’s good control, they collided, losing their balance, and both tumbled to the ground in a heap. They rolled on the grassy ground, yet Ominis hugged her, protected her from bruise.

Vianka’s eyes widened as she noticed the state of Ominis’s arm, her voice rushing out in a mix of guilt and urgency.

“Ominis, I’m so, so sorry! Your arm—it’s bruised, and your robes filthy. Let me fix this.”

She reached out instinctively, her hands hovering just above his sleeve, unsure if she should touch him yet but desperate to help. Her brows furrowed, and her lips pressed into a thin line, clearly troubled by his condition.

For a moment, there was stunned silence. Then, Ominis, lying on his back, let out an incredulous laugh.

“I assure you, Vianka, I’m quite alright… but what about you? Ah, well… it seems I stand corrected.”

Sebastian doubled over, roaring with laughter.

“See? Told you! You can Accio a person!”

Vianka, laughing herself, helped Ominis to his feet. “I didn’t mean to actually—um—pull you like that! Are you really okay?”, she still seemed guilty. “I am so sorry again for my lacking control”

Sebastian, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, smirked. “This is why I’m the one you should listen to, Vianka. Ominis here can quote Hogwarts: A History all day, but I’ve got practical experience.”

Ominis rolled his eyes, though his smirk betrayed his amusement. “Ah, yes, because practical experience invariably entails persuading someone to use their friends as test subjects.”

Vianka shook her head, her smile wide. “You two are ridiculous. But… I think I could get used to this kind of chaos.”

The trio continued on their way, the air between them light and filled with laughter as Vianka practiced her new spells.

Ominis pic by: @deathlysallows

#hogwarts legacy #ominis gaunt #ominis x mc #sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy ominis #sebastian sallow fanfiction #ominis gaunt x mc

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farehamflorist · 8 months ago

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Rightio then... how about a little 'spookiness' for you on this very sunny and warm Wednesday afternoon!

This lily I can see from where I'm sitting at the desk where I'm taking a five-minute tea-break (I'm also writing cards for tomorrow so not being totally idle). Within seconds of sitting down I saw it shudder/shake quite aggressively. The shop door was closed, the fan wasn't on (it is now) and nobody had banged in any of the shops either side (dodgy foundations in the place means the whole shop shakes when a bus drives by!).

As a non-believer of anything 'odd' I assumed it had moved in the vase due to its weight, until.... not three minutes later it did the same thing again. At this point there is nowhere else it can move; it's firmly wedged against the vase behind, a metal stand and it's own vase.

Straight away the voice in my head said "Randolph's about" although as we all know he tends to eat yellow chrysanthemum of which I have a lovely vase full a couple of feet away. I got up to look, expecting to see his tale whizz out of view, or catch him trying to climb the stand but there was nothing to be seen.

I carried on with what I was doing when it did it again; it's shaking the way I would expect it to if someone was shaking it by hand or knocking the vase it's in!

Then, to add even more mystery, my phone which is currently at 92% battery shut down the first three times I tried to take a photograph of it!

No other flowers - including more lilies in the same vase - have moved at all.

What do you all think? Natural, Randolph, Earth Tremor or am I finally losing my marbles?

#flowers #fareham #farehamflorist #farehamflowers #moonstones #loveflowers #shoplocal #natural #haunting #haunted #ghost #spook #rat #paranormal #ghost stories #flower shop

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isabeauwolf · 7 months ago

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Monsterhaul x Mary: She Wolf and the Beast AU (Slight Dabi x Mary)

Prologue 1 Prologue 2 Chapter 2 Chapter 3: Coming Soon!

Chapter 1: Donuts and alleycats

It had only been a few months since Mary and her father moved into this town. She likes it here. It was a quiet and cozy place compared to the overly bustling capital.

Only down side was the odd and judgmental looks she would get for her wolfish features. Manly, her ears, tail and sharp canines. It didn't bother as much as used to when she was a child.

Being the child of a famous Hero had it's ups and downs, her father was always busy, but he made up for it on his days off. Traveling together for festivals, Hero meet and greets, book shops and bakeries all over the world.

No matter how much time passed after her mothers passing when she was a baby, her father never remarried saying that her mother was his one true love, his moonlight and stars. The only treasure she had to remember her by was the golden oval locket: a blue sapphire and a moonstone were in the middle, inside was a picture of her parents smiling as her mother held her.

Portraits of her mother and father were hung up around the house, then ones of herself and her father, but the one in her locket was one of a kind.

Her father wore a matching locket, one side was him and a grown Mary and the other was the happy couple.

Another down side, if Mary was being honest was.... all of the men either wanted her for her body, or her father's money.

Yes, her father spoiled her. What dotting father wouldn't want to give his only child and daughter the world? As many dolls, clothes, books, food, anything her hearts desired, but being the odd girl, she buried her head in books, played outside, cleaned, cooked and baked whenever she wasn't helping widows and single mothers teach their daughters how to read and write.

Did she give a portion of her allowance to people in need? Of course she did.

Did she have to? No.

Why was she born in this world, if not to share it?

Was she a saint? Hell no.

Perhaps it was her wolfish nature, but she was overly competitive, loved a challenge, a good race, adventure. Despite her patience, she was stubborn and wasn't afraid to speak her mind.

It also didn't help that she was stronger than other women. If she got it from her mother or fathers side, she didn't know. On top of her keen sense of smell and hearing, which she mostly kept to herself, except for their handful servants and her father.

Mary felt bad now, but when she was a toddler her father swore up and down to the old gods and new, that he watched her play outside, giggling and laughing like any normal three year old when all of a sudden she saw a snake. Any other child would have screamed, cried and wailed, but what did toddler Mary do? She pouted, glaring at it, bared her baby fangs, picked up a boulder and slammed it down as hard as she could!

Her father rushed outside, scooped her up, checked for injuries, then he handed her off to his guards in training Shota Aizawa and Hizashi Yamada as her father picked up the giant rock. The snake was definitely dead, there was a crater in the ground littered with blood and snake guts.

Toddler Mary still growled and glared at the dead snake, snorting and puffing her chest with pride.

Needless to say, she nearly gave her poor father a heart attack and received a scolding. That was the first day Aizawa and Yamada become her personal bodyguards. The overly tired and grumpy teenager followed by his childhood friend, who was overly boisterous and chatty joined her little family.

Aizawa had a soft cats and loved coffee while Yamada had a fear of insects, saying that he was more of a city kid and hated going into the woodlands.

Nemuri Kayama, a beautiful woman, who was openingly flirty. A expert in matters of the heart, bedroom and body positive, on top of being Mary's personal seamstress. She's close with both Aizawa and Yamada, apparently, their third friend Oboro Shirakumo, who was Nemuri's fiancee, sadly died in battle before they could get married. She still wears her engagement ring on a silver chain underneath her clothes to this day.

It would have been Nemuri's influence on her, looking up to the older woman as a mother and older sister figure.

Mary loved her differences. Her heterochromia: one violet eye and one gold. Her wolf ears and tail. Her curves and figure. She was comfortable in her body. Her waist length silver-white hair that shone like starlight against the full moon.

If their was one thing, she could change about herself?

It was probably to lower her expectations on men and suitors, who called and asked for her hand.

She wanted love, the same her parents had. Someone to talk to about anything and everything, her love of books, someone tall, handsome with eyes that could draw her in. Helped her grow as a person, valued her opinions, instead of thinking of her more like a mini piggy bank or brood mare.

Mary was sick and tried of being looked at like an object, a prize to be won. Being told to her face what she can or can't do. To hell with them!

Mary sighed, walking her early morning stroll towards the bakery every morning for freshly baked pastries and coffee to share with her father and their servants and hired help. It was the lease she could do to brighten their day, rain or shine, she smiles brighter watching her found families face brighten after drinking fresh coffee, donuts, muffins and other confections.

As she neared the shop, a familiar scent of burnt flesh, smoke, burnt caramel hit her nose. Mary's smile on her lips tightened, of course, he's waiting.

Inwardly sighing, she opened the door and walked inside. The freshly baked smell of baked goods and coffee helped ease her nerves a bit.

There he was, the towns number one stray burnt alleycat and casanova, a real ladies man and womanizer.

Dabi.

She will admit that his turquoise eyes were pretty to look at. His hair looked fluffy, despite the lingering scent of hair dye. His piercings and staples made him easy to spot in a crowd, and wonder about his story.

She wasn't bothered by his burn scars, having seen worse from retired and battle survivors. Scares to her were a badge of honor and attractive, but... with Dabi?

His voice was pleasant and raspy.

It was what came out of his mouth that made her bristle and pissed off.

He's been persistent and a royal pain in the ass since day one.

She noticed he had been waiting around the bakery for the last week, as if, he had been waiting for her, or someone else. Was this place a new dating spot? Or was it a coincidence?

"Good morning, Mrs Harris." Mary greeted, the baker and owner. Her husband and boys sold fresh baked goods outside and coffee during first light and came back before brunch or lunch rush. "Is my usual order ready?"

Mrs Harris smiled, "Morning, dear. Yes, I have it ready for you." She already had everything bagged and ready on the counter.

"Is Thomas, James and Oliver with their father this morning?" Mary asked, keeping the conversation doing and pretending that Dabi wasn't there.

She could still feel his lazy and heated gaze on her.

"Yes, they are." She nodded and winked, "can't wait to see you for lunch. It's your favorite."

Mary's smile widened, eyes sparkling. "Pot roast with carrots, potatoes, onions with cheesecake for dessert?" Her tail wagging back and forth in excitement.

Dabi noticed, raising an eyebrow and inwardly chuckled in amusement.

Mrs Harris laughed, "Of course, dear. You are my number one customer after all. Plus, the recipes you share are good."

Mary blushed, a pinkish hue adoring her pale cheeks. "Oh no, it was only a few trial and errors on my part. Oh! don't forget to use the left over broth in the pot to make a homemade gravy for mashed potatoes." She reminded, gushing. "Gives them more flavor while adding the flour."

"Yes, I wrote it down somewhere, but thank you for the reminder."

"Good morning, princess." He leans against the wall, arms and legs crossed and looks at her with a smirk. "Maybe later I'll buy you a drink?"

"Thank you for the offer, but no thank you." Mary grabbed her fresh cup of coffee, a huge 2 gallon container of coffee, disposable cups and large bag full of pasties, paying Mrs Harris as she smiled brightly at the treats, gave her thanks and walked out the shop.

Mrs Harris waved as she went in the back towards the kitchen, setting more order ready for the next customer.

Of course, the black haired, scarred and burnt man was ever persistent as he chuckled, following her outside. "Ouch." Placing a hand over his chest, "Such a cruel beauty, aren't ya." His glaze burning holes into her curves, specifically her ass and hips without shame, openly leering.

"I've heard about you pyro." She replied without glancing over her shoulder. "Dabi. The infamous pyromaniac, sex addict and womanizer, leaving single and married woman with a trail of broken hearts. I'll pass, thank you." Stopping and half turning, "Don't think I can't feel your burning stares you horn dog."

His smirk widened, raising his hands. "Guilty as charged, princess. Can you blame me?" His eyebrow lifts again as he glance down at her chest, clinging to every curve of her body, complimenting her pale skin and silver-white hair.

Her eyes fall to his full lips as she watches his tongue darting out to moisten them, then blinks, turning and resume walking as her cheeks fully turn rosy now. Don't give him mix signals Mar. She scolds herself. "Why are you following me anyways?"

"Call it curiosity, beauty." He admits, taking advantage of his taller high and long legs to quickly catch up with her, walking at her side. "Is it true that wolf shifter women are feral in bed?" Dabi asks bluntly, linking his hands behind his head, azure iris' glancing at her face.

Mary blinks, tilting her head and surprised. "Wha-" Her cheeks fully heated now as she huffs and furrow her brows. "How much more crass and shamelessness can you be, casanova?" Mary asks, wolf ear twitching in irritation and tail swishing back and forth in anger.

"Why should I hide who I am?" He refined back, smirk widening. There's a certain hint of amusement in his eyes as he speaks.

It must be a joke she's missing, perhaps it's for the best.

It wasn't long before Dabi followed her home.

Aizawa and Yamada greeted them at the gate.

Mary stopped and offered them each a donut and poured them a cup of coffee in their reusable thermals, both thanking her.

"Is he bothering you, Lady Bliche?" Aizawa asked, his gaze on Dabi the whole time, overly cautious.

Dabi stared back, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Mary sighed, "It's fine, Aizawa. He's just walking me home."

Yamada ate his donuts and sipped his coffee, god, the man loved gossip and would no doubt share it with Nemuri later. He'd tease Dadzawa later about being overly protective of Mary.

Aizawa sighed, lower his capture scarf. "As you wish, my lady."

"There will be more coffee and such in the kitchen, help yourself while you wait, but not too much." She smiled, "I'll be making breakfast."

"You truly spoil us, my lady!" Yamada gushed after finishing his donut, tears in his eyes.

Mary laughed, passing them and waving. "Don't worry about it. Think about it as a treat for working so hard."

Dabi followed, he heard the pair talking.

"I don't trust him as far as I can throw him." Aizawa huffed, sipping his coffee.

"Give the guy a chance, Shouta." Yamada shrugged, lowering his shades, "besides, trust Mary. She wouldn't let him pass, if she hated him."

"She's just being overly nice again and you know it."

Dabi's lips curled, if only they knew. His gaze returned forwards, taking in the sights of the big house. Nice and cozy.

As she reaches for the door, he stops her and holds it open and offering her a mocking bow and a wink, "Ladies first, princess. See I can be a gentleman when I wanna be."

She walks in and thanks him as he waiting outside.

Watching as he turns to leave, she bits her lip. Closing her eyes and holding the bag closer to her chest, opens her eyes and calls out to him. "Dabi, wait."

The black haired stray stops, his lips twitch as he fought to keep the smirk from widening into a shit eating grin. He half turns, tilting his head. "Need something, princess?"

She opens her mouth, then closes it. Exhales through her nose, offering him the giant bag, a noticeable blush on her cheeks. "Here, take as many as you want... as a thank you gift."

The criminal blinked, taking it and glancing inside. "Thanks," his half lidded gaze widened when he seeing a strawberry glazed donuts, he snatched two as he felt his mouth salivate. "How did-?"

"Mrs Harris told me that strawberry was your favorite." Mary answered not looking, as she poured him a cup of coffee, then offered it to him, waiting patiently. "I hope you don't mind that it's black? Unless you want me to get you some sugar, creamer or milk?"

His smirk softened, not much, but she noticed. "Nah, it's fine. I could use the pick me up anyways, it's been a long night." He gave her the bag back and took the beverage.

"Enemy soldiers giving you the great Dabi a hard time?" She joked, closing, tilting her head.

"Not a chance in hell, princess." He fired back, his lazy and cockiness returning. "Those wannabe's will need a lot more fire power to take me and my team down." He winked, "Don't worry, I'll keep ya safe. Call my name and I'll come, any day or night." He purred the last bit, between them.

"Thank you for the offer," Mary blushed, "and walking me home. You didn't have to do that. I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I'm sure you can." He chuckled, azure eyes lighting in amusement, he knows something. "I've seen you show your claws and fangs, lifting a guy and slammed him into the ground like a doll." He was impressed.

Mary's eyes widened, "Shit." She nearly dropped the bag, growing more flustered. "Sorry that you had to see that. Most guys would be scared off."

"Why?" He asked, biting into his donut. "Doesn't bother me."

Her shoulders sagged, "I'm sure."

He hummed, turning again and gently raised his cup to his lips. "Thanks for breakfast. Maybe you'll let me inside next time, princess." He walked with laziness and confidence, past the guards, around the corner and was gone.

Mary groaned, "So much for not giving him mixed signal, Mar." She walked fully inside the house and closed the door, towards the dining room where her father, waited as he read his morning paper. "Morning, dad." She greeted, moving towards him.

He glanced up, moving his long blonde mane out of his eyes. He had a lettering laying on top of the newspaper, he closed it.

She placed the items onto the table.

"Mar." Her father takes her hand, squeezing lightly. A deep crease forms between his eyebrows, and his mouth is pulled down into a frown.

Mary scans his face for any indication of what's wrong. Worry and nervousness clinging onto her fathers scent. "Dad what's wrong? Something's troubling you."

Her father's blue eyes are filled with nothing but sadness as he looks around the room, it's quiet. He was usually a man who's always seen smiling, these last three years had been rough on him; he retired as a retired hero after he suffered from a near fatal injury. This once strong man was reduced to the appearance of frail looking, broken man. Blackness surround the whites of his eyes, sunken and every once in a while he still coughs up blood.

The strong arms that would lift her high into the sky, appear as if she was flying. So much had changed, but she supposed moving into this new town was for the best. No matter how much everyone gossiped about her or how Dabi wouldn't take no for an answer.

It was still their new home.

He remained quiet and avoids her eyes. "Yes."

Mary glances around, her heart sinking in her chest. "Was it what the doctor said?"

"No, it's nothing like that sweetheart." He waves her off with a sheepish smile, slowing standing to his feet.

Mary lets out a breath, relaxing a little. "Then what is it?"

"Come sit, please," Taking her by the arm, leading her into the chair closest to him, pulled it out for her and in as she sat down. He walked back to his own seat. "I'm worried about you, Mar." He swallows nervously as he sits down, leans his elbows on the table, interlocking his hands. "You work so hard and try to make everyone happy, but who's making you happy?"

Mary blinks. "Dad where is this going?" Please don't let it be where she thinks it's going?

"You've turned away every suitor who's asked for your hand." He sighed, leaned over and placed his hand over hers.

"Dad," She shook her head. "When I marry I want it to be for love." She admitted, "most of these men want your money and connections." She frowned, "They don't want me for me."

He lightly squeezed her hand, "Don't give up, sweetheart." Offering a small smile, reaching out and patting the top of her head, between her ears. "Now, let's eat. These smell amazing." Smile brightening into the big, heroic and cheesy smile her father was known for; soothing her worries as she returned it.

"Mrs Harris is making my favorite for lunch and using the recipe I shared." Mary answered, nearly bouncing out of her seat. Opening the bag, pulling out a blueberry muffin for herself and a plan donut for him. He loved the classic and dunked it in his coffee.

"That's wonderful," pouring them each a cup, adding two spoonfuls of sugar and creamer for her and black with light creamer for himself. "See? Moving here wasn't' all so bad was it?"

"Dad," she groaned lightly, laughing and shaking her head.

He tilted his head, "What? Give this old man some credit for finding this place despite it not showing up on the map. Peace and quiet, it's what we need." His lips quirked up, teasing lit in his blue eyes. "What's this I hear about the Dabi showing interest in you?" He slipped on his beverage. "He's certainly an interesting and handsome character." He shrugged, "No judgement here, as long as he takes care of you, it's all I ask. I'll give him the benefit of the doubt."

"Dabi?!" Mary's face grew heated and her tail fluffed up behind her before she used it to cover her face. "What makes you think he's even interested?" She asks, growing more embarrassed hearing him chuckle wholeheartedly. It made her own grin widen.

"I've seen him follow you around like a puppy, it's cute. Men like him usually fall for a sweet young lady eventually." Lowering his cup, arching an eyebrow. "Do you not find him handsome?"

Lowering her tail into her lap, she sighs. "It's not that. He's handsome despite his flaws, he's powerful, crass, but rude and concede..." She sipped her coffee. "I don't think he's the one for me."

"It's your life, Mar. Don't let me stop you from fulfilling your dreams." He reached over and patting her hand, smiling softly.

Mary nodded, grinning and sipping her coffee before eating her muffin.

His interest turn to his breakfast, breaks his donut in half and dunking it into his coffee, setting it soak, then ate it. He swallows his mouthful and raised an eyebrow, teasing. "What about Young Midoriya or Shinso?"

Mary nearly choked on her coffee as she sputtered, "Daddy! They are way too young for me." A five year difference might not seen like much, but she would must rather date and marry someone closer to her age. "Besides they can't legally drink yet."

"Alright, alright," he raises his hands in surrender. "I'll stop. Just promise that whoever you decide to marry, I get to meet him first. Can't give my daughter away to a stranger."

Izuku Midoriya was a young newly rookie adventurer who trained under her father for the past year and a half. A mini famous of the famous All Might, it was adorable when she heard him nerding out, overthinking and muttering to himself out loud. His green eyes and black and green curls, freckled cheeks were adorable, but Mary looked at him as a younger brother. He's such a kind soul, genuinely earnest and honest.

Hitoshi Shinso another young man who's been training with Aizawa since they moved here. His gravity defying indigo locks, matching eyes and eyes bags made him look similar to his feather when Aizawa's quirk activated. Shinso had gotten Midoriya with his quirk a few times during their sparing matches, one of the biggest and most hilarious moments was when Shinso made Midoriya's childhood friend Bakugo strip down naked and ran through the street yelling, "fight the fairies!" during last summer fest.

"I'll put these away, then head to the library," Mary downed her coffee, picked two donuts from the bag and put away the left overs in the kitchen.

Her father stood, taking his dishes into the kitchen, washing them, dried them and hung them on the drying rack hanging over the sink. "The next Hero meet and greet is this weekend. Want to come?" He asked, drying his hands.

"I'll home down the fort." Mary nodded her head, covering her mouth with her hand in-between bites of her chocolate glazed goodness. "Besides, you could use the piece and quiet without Aizawa breathing down your neck. I know you might want a breather."

"Do you want me to bring you anything back?" He offered. He always felt bad not bringing her back any kind of souvenirs from his travels.

Food wouldn't travel well. She didn't need anymore books right now or clothes. Mary thought of her favorite flower, something simple and always brought a smile to her face. "A rose," she hummed. "A single rose, please. You can wait and get it on the last day."

"It that all?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "You don't have to hold back any request you know? Your the daughter of the former number one hero, you can ask for anything. Name it, sweetheart." He pressed lightly, returning the hand towel in it's place. "Don't hold back on my account."

"Dad," Mary snickered, "just a rose," she leaned against the kitchen island, ears flattening against her head and frowning. "I already have everything, I could ask for. Just please, be safe and take Philippe with you." She encouraged, "he needs the exorcise and I'm sure he'd love all the fresh apples."

"Alright," He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and smiling sheepishly. "If a rose is what you want, I will bring it back."

Mary hugged him as he rests his chin on the top of her head, returning the hug. "I love you, dad."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Giving her a gentle squeeze and lets go, glancing down. He's reminded everyday that his little girl isn't so little anymore. Twenty-one years has gone by in a flash, he just wishes his wife could have been apart of it. "I'll go pack. Don't get into too much trouble while I'm away." The retired hero chuckled and ruffling her hair as he lets go.

"It's not me you have to worry about," She defends herself, crossing her arms and gathering ingredients for lunch, waving a hand behind her without looking. "Tell that to all the weirdo's out there."

"You are just as bad at attracting trouble as someone else I knew." Toshinori shook his head and heading towards the exit.

Mary raised her voice, laughing. "It's you dad, don't deny it! I've heard stories from Grand Torino and you know it!"

"Am not!" He denied it, hard. He knew it was true.

"Keep telling yourself that!" Mary glanced at her recipe books, smiling brightly.

Outside the kitchen window, Himiko Toga crouched, hiding in the flowerbed, waiting silently, listening and smiled. Dabi is going to be able when he finds out that his princess will be home alone. Giggling to herself, covering her mouth with the long sleeves of Mary's sweater. Such a pretty wolfy for our future queen. She wore it to mask her scent and was tasked to bring back a few of their queen's belonging to Dabi.

Simple things that wouldn't easily being noticed as missing.

Himiko couldn't help noticing Mary's and Dabi's cute encounter and obvious flirting. Mary was so cute, beautiful and strong! The younger teen blushing as she remembers seeing Mary walking out of the woodlands one morning, completely naked and covered in blood.

Closing her eyes, she could still picture it. The most magical and beautiful sight.

In the early mornings, the mixture of oranges and purples as the sun slowly rising - when she saw her.

Mary panting and stumbling, Himiko's breath hitched and the scent of cooper and iron coming off the wolf woman in waves. Blood splatter in her silver-white hair as her sharp canines glistened, a trail of the crimson liquid running down her mouth as she wiped it away.

Then patches of fur growing and spreading, covering the woman as her body shifted from woman into wolf. Her coat the color of freshly fallen snow and her eyes were glowing, a shade of icy blue.

The she-wolf trotted towards a pile of discarded clothes laying on the ground, picking them up with her teeth and ran off, fast as lightening, she quickly became a blur in the distance.

Himiko was still enthralled, she had never met another person who craved blood or had a blood related quirk apart from Mister Stainy, or the Adventurer knows as Blood King.

Himiko opened her bright, honeyed cat-like eyes and blinked the memory away, cupping her heated cheeks, completely flushed as she cooed inwardly to herself and bit her lip. Mary, my dearest blood sister. You will apart of our family soon~

Kurogiri's warp gate opened beside her, The League was waiting.

Himiko frowned, quickly turning and peaking into the window watching as Mary hummed to herself and cooked what looked to be loaded potato soup. Her frown deepened, she wanted to gossip about girl talk and romance while cooking, or shopping trips with Mary.

Inwardly sighing, Himiko backed away, crawling towards the warp gate and clutching her haul tightly against her chest, peaking over her shoulder one more time, then disappeared while thinking. Until next time, bye bye, sister.

Mary blinked and glanced out the window, she had the strange feeling that someone was watching. The strong scent of affection hit her nose? Did she have an admirer? Did someone want to talk with her? Placing the lid on the pot as she stepped towards the window and opening it, closing her eyes, tilting her head back and scenting the air.

This scent was unfamiliar.

Opening her eyes, it was best to keep it in her memory banks for later. Perhaps, she could make a friend? Smiling lightly as she closed the window, returning towards the stove, lowering the heat to a simmer and setting the timer, carrying it with her as she excited the kitchen and headed towards the library.

Unaware that this weekend would change everything she's ever known.

-------- Ending of Chapter 1 -------

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Did ya'll except Dabi to become Gaston? Yes? No? I can't help it! Zombie man wouldn't leave! If ya'll thought Dabi was overly horny and feral for Mary in my other fanfics, you ain't seen nothing yet!

Get ready for Yandere Dabi as he fights for Mary's affection against Monsterhaul! (Yeah, I switched Dabi and Shiggy's roles with Dabi as the Leader and Shiggy as his cousin and right hand man; it fits!)

On another note, I decided to make All Might into Mary's dad to change things up. Plus having Aizawa and Present Mic as her personal guards :)

Do ya'll get the reference I made Bakugo say? XD

Gimme your thoughts!

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