#Table Montain

[omw-col-things]

The Secret Garden

I’m a Narnia/Secret Garden kind of girl and The Secret Garden beneath 47 On Sea in Bloubergstrand does not disappoint. In fact it is one of Blouberg’s best kept secrets – even some locals are unaware of its presence. Once you have purchased your coffee and cake at the coffee shop, you can either watch the parade along the quaint Stadler Road, with the magnificent On the Rocks Restaurant and…

[james-a-b]

W!

!!!!! getting one ask for this game surprised me tbh, two is incredible and you need to know that if i were a golden retriever i would be wagging my tail SO fast

anyway, they've done a fair number of things that have surprised and delighted me, but my favourite is and always will be the moment they broke out in song during TATINOF.

To provide some context there- at the time, youtubers doing a show the way Dan and Phil did was absolutely UNHEARD of. No one had ever done anything like it before, and no one really knew what to expect. The show I saw was in Seattle, near the end of the US leg of the tour, but Dan and Phil had asked everyone to avoid spoiling the show for others, and I'd managed to avoid any spoilers that WERE out there pretty much entirely. I went in blind.

That day was the best day of my life. Not solely because I was seeing TATINOF; Seattle is my favourite city and we went on the underground tour and ate a pizza that was almost bigger than our table and went to the pop culture museum, where they had a Dalek and a Cyberman and a bunch of other really cool movie/show props, but seeing Dan and Phil was definitely the highlight of the day.

I'd been depressed for almost a decade and actively suicidal for going on six years at that point, but when I first discovered Dan and Phil in the fall of 2015, I realized for the first time that the way I was feeling and had been feeling wasn't just a natural part of growing up. They seemed so alive and so so happy in a way I'd never seen from an adult before, and it gave me hope that maybe I could feel that way again, too. So they meant and still mean a great deal to me. They saved my life.

TATINOF had just begun touring the UK when I started watching, and then in early 2016 they announced they were coming to America. Now, I'm Canadian, and I was living in Kelowna, BC, so I was understandably disappointed when the nearest show was in Phoenix, Arizona, too far to travel to. But then, a month later, they announced more dates, and Seattle was among them. So I begged my parents to get me to Seattle for the show.

Mom bought my ticket, and Dad arranged a Seattle trip. Mom offered to buy me a VIP ticket, by the way, but I thought about it and then decided I'd rather have a regular ticket in part because I was such a new fan and in part because the thought of standing in front of them and being seen made me want to spontaneously combust. (I did get a VIP ticket to II, and then I ended up spending the first half of the show hyperventilating bc I got too excited/overwhelmed lmao)

I remember specifically choosing a balcony seat because while I knew Dan didn't enjoy audience participation from an audience perspective, I wanted to play it safe. Just in case. And Dan did make some jokes about asking for audience participation, so I'm actually glad I did. My heart could barely handle things as is!

The show was... indescribable. I'd taken art to submit to crafty corner, and while it wasn't chosen, I was absolutely beside myself just knowing they'd seen it. And during the show, they took things so much farther than anyone ever expected them to, with the suggestive themes of the fanfiction part (brokeback montain references?? only one tent??? this was YEARS before they came out, mind, and they'd NEVER really leaned into or encouraged that sort of thing before) and then Dil being revealed as the entity causing everything, and then, on top of literally every amazing incredible thing they'd already done in the show, they started SINGING??

We knew they did little songs for things like baking videos, but that was a FAR cry from performing onstage, and they were hardly professional singers, so a musical number was absolutely the last thing I expected to actually happen. I absolutely screamed myself hoarse during the course of that show, as did most everyone else in that theatre, but I don't think I've ever screamed so loud as I did when they started singing.

So... yeah. That's my answer.

(ask game here)

[allthingsfangirl101]

CE Chapter 8: Let’s Try This Again

Masterlist

George peaked back into the crowd and saw his soulmate's friends talking and giggling with her. His soulmate was still blushing as she looked at her hands in her lap.

She looked up, her blush brightening when she saw him looking at her. Ellie tried to look away but she couldn't. She stared right into his eyes as he walked out from behind the stage and back into the crowd. Ellie held her breath as he walked over.

Her heart sank when he walked by her, toward the bar. As he passed her, he nodded towards the bar. Her friends started giggling and pushing her to her feet, encouraging her to go get him.

She stood up, smoothing out her skirt as she gathered her courage and walked toward the bar. George sensed her coming and turned around right as she walked up.

"Hi," she said, her voice getting caught in her throat.

"How about we officially introduce ourselves?" George asked sweetly. "I'm George."

"I'm Ellie," she introduced herself. "It's short for Eleanor."

"Beautiful," he said making her blush. "Last name?"

"Sampson."

"Montain."

"Montain?"

George's breath got caught in his throat as she thought about his last name. "It sounds. . . Familiar."

"It's one of those names," he shrugged, relief washing over him. That was definitely a conversation they needed to have, but not as one of their first conversations.

George looked down and gently grabbed her hand. Ellie's breath got caught in her throat when he touched her.

"I'd hate to steal you away from your friends," he said, nodding his head towards Ellie's friends but not looking away from Ellie. "But I would love to get to know you better."

"I'd like that too," Ellie said, barely able to find her voice. "I don't think they'd mind."

"Wonderful," he chuckled. He intertwined their fingers and led her over to the table he was sitting at before he performed. He let go of her hand and pulled out her chair for her. George was overcome with a feeling of pride when he caught a glimpse of Ellie's blush.

After she sat down, George walked over and sat across from her. He reached across the table and instantly grabbed her hands.

"Tell me about yourself, Soulmate Ellie."

She felt her face heat up at the nickname. "What do you want to know?" She asked.

"Everything," he whispered.

"I don't know where to start," Ellie giggled nervously, looking down at their hands.

"Well," he said, gently squeezing her hands, "we already covered names, so let's start with jobs. What do you do, my dear Ellie?"

"I own a bookshop downtown."

"That's amazing."

"It's really not," she sighed, looking away. "I mean. . . It's small and we're barely staying afloat."

"I think it's wonderful," he said instantly. "It takes a lot to run your own business. It takes even more to do it in New York."

"The big bookstores are running me out of business."

"But you're giving them a run for their money," he teased.

"You have a lot of blind faith in me," Ellie said under her breath.

"That's what soulmates do," George chuckled. She looked up at him, her face still burning bright pink.

"Right," she whispered. "The soulmate thing."

"Would you like to go to dinner?" George asked, looking back up at her eyes. He could look into those blue eyes all day.

"Sure," she said, her breath getting stuck in her throat. "I'm free tomorrow."

"Perfect," he said, sitting up straighter. He grabbed his phone and opened his contacts. He put in the name for her and handed her the phone. He smirked when the name caused her to blush as she read it.

Soulmate

She grabbed it and put in her number. Before handing it back, she added a part to her name. She nervously chewed on her bottom lip as she handed him his phone back. He looked down and smiled at her addition.

Soulmate (a.k.a Ellie Sampson)

"Perfect," he said, looking up at her. "What time are you free tonight?"

"Six o'clock?" She shrugged.

"Perfect," George whispered. "I'll text you so you have my number and then you can send me your address. I'll pick you up at six o'clock."

"Sounds good."

George grabbed her hand and gently brought it to his lips. He smiled up at her and pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles.

"I can't wait," he whispered, "my perfect soulmate."

Ellie took a shaky breath as her soulmate walked away. The second he was gone, her friends came running over. They started excitedly asking her questions that she slowly answered. She couldn't really focus on the conversation. Instead, her thoughts were on her soulmate. She thought about the way his lips touched her knuckles. She couldn't stop thinking about the burning sensation that started at the place he kissed and shot up her arm and spread throughout her body.

"What is he like?" One of her friends pushed.

"He's. . ." She said slowly. "He seems too good to be true."

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 30

*Warning: Adult Content*   

"You okay, Kit?" Montreal Hunter asks, setting a gentle hand on his back.

Kit Montaine looks around, drinking in the scene that surrounds them but it is not fear that makes him shiver.

It is wonder. 

They are gathered in a small clearing at the edge of the woods, beneath the spreading boughs of a solitary tree. 

With the moon in hiding, only the shimmer of summer stars softens the blackness of the sky and many lanterns and candles keep the dark at bay. 

The lanterns are little globes of colored paper and hang from the branches of the tree. 

Dane’s Mate, Julian Hart has worked some Fae magic, too and tiny firefly sparkles light the air, while the songs of crickets in the meadows and frogs in a nearby streams lend a quiet, wild music to the night. 

Beneath the tree, four long tables are arranged in a square, laden with a feast that awaits the alphas' return. 

Hot dishes rest in heated pans, while ice keeps chilled things cold and fresh. 

Everyone contributed something, even Monty and Kit had made a peach cobbler that Monty said his grand-mama taught him to make. 

Besides that, there's Sasha's crispy fried chicken ‘and tofu for Monty’ and buttermilk biscuits from Monty's mother, corn on the cob and fresh fruit salad from Martin's family, spicy gumbo from Freya and something called 'beignets' which were like square doughnuts topped with powdered sugar, from the mysterious Darius L'Amour. 

There was grilled salmon and rice from Noah and his Dragon/Mate, Ambrose Thorne and a watercress salad that Julian made.

 At least it's not waffles, he had said. Even Kit’s cousin Ophelia is here, with her baby, Kitka and her human/husband, Ed. 

They'd brought a coleslaw and kebabs with fresh garden vegetables and aromatic sausages. 

In all, the combined scents makes Kit’s stomach ache with hunger, while the peaceful gathering itself has him in awe.

"Yes, I am well," Kit says, answering Monty's question at last. 

"It is only that I have never seen an Ascendance ceremony before."

"How do the Mortaines transfer power, then?" he asks.

Ophelia, who shares a blanket with Kit on the sweet dry grass, laughs at that. 

"They don't. Obadiah challenged his own uncle as soon as he came of age. Kit and I weren't born yet but people still talk about it."

Kit nods. 

"They say the battle lasted all night and only ended when my uncle tore out his uncle's throat and drank his blood, just as the sun rose, all red in the eastern sky. He's ruled unchallenged ever since."

Monty shudders.

"Lords. I still can't believe mom and dad wanted to join the Packs. If Dane hadn't met Julian when he did..."

"We didn't know," Astrid Hunter says, making Monty jump as she appears at his back, apparently having overheard. 

She settles on the blanket, sitting cross-legged, and smiles at them. 

"The Mortaines keep their secrets well and the face they show the world isn't the face they show at home. At least, that was the case until recently. When we matched Dane with Selene, we knew the Mortaines were fierce and proud but we did not suspect that they were also vicious and cruel. If we had, we would not have agreed to the arrangement, peace or no peace."

Ophelia snorts. 

"No wonder you got trouble now. Selene's a spiteful bitch, if there's something she wants that she can't have, she makes sure nobody else can have it, either."

Astrid nods. 

"Have you thought about staying? No one would blame you if you pulled up stakes and took your family as far from here as you could. Joseph's got family in Georgia and Dane's got his territory out West. I'm sure you'd be welcomed, either way."

"That's kind of you," Ophelia says, 

"But Ed and I have talked it over and we agree that running isn't the answer, this time. We could be Outcasts all our lives, running from place to place, always lookin' over our shoulders for Mortaines. For Kitka's sake, we'd rather put our trust in your strength and take our chances on a better life, here."

She glances at her little girl, where she plays with Luna and Luca nearby. 

When she'd set the baby down with the twins, Julian had gone stiff and watched anxiously, worried that Luna and Luca might be too rough with her, or not want to share their toys, or might not accept Kitka at all. 

Instead, they had welcomed her readily and been surprisingly gentle with the little half-wolf girl. 

Luna had even given her the stuffed fox to hold, pressing it into her arms with an exclamation of ‘fuks!’

“You're right, too," Ophie continues. 

"About my former Pack, that is. They're good at hiding things. Just look at poor Kit, outside the family, no one even knew he existed. And nobody dreams of choosing their own Mate, it's all about power and the 'strength and purity of the line.' Not like here, where you actually love and care about each other."

Kit shifts uncomfortably and looks towards where Monty’s brother, Martin sits a few yards away with his four children and his mate, Elena. 

Kit knows Monty’s worried about Martin and he doesn't blame him. 

Martin’s family isn't like Monty’s but people don't see what they don't want to see and it's easy to turn a blind eye when others don't want to be seen.

"Actually, Mom, there's something I'd like to talk to you about," Monty says.

"Of course." She looks at him expectantly but he shakes his head.

"Maybe later, alone?"

She nods and the talk turns to other things. 

Some minutes later, the musical howls of two wolves rise from the darkness, signaling the alphas' return. 

They enter the clearing together Dane a towering figure beside his father's more slender form. Whatever secrets passed from father to son, the exchange of power is complete and Dane radiates strength. 

His family cheer and congratulate him and he receives their praise with quiet humility. 

Kit can't quite bring himself to join in with equal enthusiasm, though. 

The Hunter family see hope in his strength and power and Kit does, too but he also know that what Ferrault will see is a worthy Challenger.

                                                       ~ ☾ ~

Kit’s misgivings are soon forgotten amid the festivities and feasting. 

He has never seen such an array of delicious foods, much less been invited to partake of it. 

Monty encourages him to try everything and before long he is too full to take another bite. 

Sleepy and contented, he leans against Monty where he sits with his siblings, on benches around a little fire and listens to them talk. 

They speak of memories from their childhoods, shared adventures, silly mishaps and innocent dreams. 

It makes Kit a little sad, not to have known any of those things but he’s happy, too, that Monty did and that now he is sharing them with him.

"Kit?" 

Monty nudges Kit and he realizes someone has asked him a question.

"Sorry?"

"I just wondered if you'd tried any of the books I brought for you," Noah says, smiling. "I hope they're not too difficult. I can help you if you have any questions."

Noah had given Kit a fresh stack when he arrived, a mix of Wolf history and legend, some charming children's tales and a big heavy one of various mythologies.

"Oh! Yes, I've read them and I enjoyed them very much," Kit says, returning Noah’s smile with gratitude.

"Which ones?" Noah asks, blinking from behind his gold spectacles. 

He is smaller than Martin and prettier, in a way.

"Well, a-all of them."

Noah narrows his eyes at Kit. 

"And you understood them?"

"I... I think so."

"He's a fast learner," Monty says.

"I couldn't have read all those books in the time since we arrived and I've been reading since I was three," Noah replies and to Kit, he says... 

"Okay, who was Aruna and why did the Wolves of the north revere her?"

Nervous sweat prickles Kit’s skin at the unexpected question but fortunately, he had just read that story the night before, so it was fresh in his memory.

“Sh-she was a huntress who f-fell in love with the Wolf-God," he recites hastily. "He t-took her as his Mate and their child was the first whose nature was both Wolf and human."

Noah nods, his eyes widening with astonishment.  

"That's correct."

"What does that prove?" Noah's mate, Ambrose asks, firelight reflecting from his dark eyes and long, red-brown hair. 

"He might've heard that story anywhere."

"No," Noah shakes his head. 

"I borrowed that book from the shop. It's probably the only copy and it's not the sort of story the Mortaines would tell. Gods mixing with humans, Wolves mixing with all kinds of things, not exactly the pure-breed narrative."

"There is even one tale where a Wolf falls in love with a rabbit," Kit says, eyes wide. "I was afraid to read it, at first because I feared it would be a tragedy but it is actually quite humorous."

Noah draws a breath and pushes his glasses up his nose.

"I believe you, Kit," he says firmly. 

"I only wanted to be sure. I've been doing some research of my own, actually and I think your fast learning is a kitsune ability. In some of the legends, foxes don't begin to absorb knowledge until they're one-hundred years old, but that's likely an exaggeration. My theory is that this is the reason you were never taught to read or allowed to go to school, I think your ability to soak up learning like that is the key to unlocking your true potential. Your family didn't want that to happen yet because if it did, they probably wouldn't have been able to control you any more."

Kit stares at Noah, ready to tell him he doesn't have any potential to unlock but Ambrose, winks one ember-bright eye at him.

"I was kept in a similar way, once," he says. 

"If I'd somehow managed to understand and embrace my inner fire... Well, my family would have been reduced to ashes long ago. But then I do not know if I'd have met my lovely little wolf and I would not trade him for the world."

Noah blushes a bright coppery-red and elbows his mate in the ribs. 

Ambrose merely grins, shows slightly long, sharp teeth and Kit wonders at the two of them, Noah is so gentle and quiet, while his mate seems as volatile and dangerous as fire. 

They make an odd pair but they seem to balance each other, just as Kit hopes that he and his Mate shall too.

"Do you have any more?" Kit asks, looking at Noah. 

"Books, I mean?"

Noah laughs. 

"No. I didn't expect you to go through them quite so fast. But I can get more, if you'd like."

Kit nods and leans against Monty's side. 

"Yes, please. I would."

If Kit does has some hidden potential, some secret power to unlock, he wants to discover it, so that he can protect my Mate and his family, as they have protected him. 

First, though, he needs to make Monty his...

                                                     ~ ☾ ~

Later, after the celebrations have ended and the feast has been cleared away and all the little lanterns and candles are extinguished, Monty and Kit retreated to their tent. 

They have a choice of two narrow beds or a single, wide one and since Monty had been busy at the time and had left the decision to Kit who chose the wide one. 

In his whole life, he had never felt so safe or so comfortable anywhere as he did in Monty’s arms and he would rather have slept with him on the bare ground than alone in the most luxurious bed. 

He knew Monty did not trust him and his feelings for him, books were not the only source of learning. 

Kit had observed him and his family and those around him and the more he observed, the more he began to understand. 

If he were more human, he would surely have been broken by his sufferings, surely, as Monty said, he would not wish to be touched or held by anyone. 

But he had been raised like an animal and treated like an animal and so, to some degree, he had thought and experienced things like an animal, too.

There was 'good' and 'bad' 'pleasant' and 'painful' hungry and not-hungry want and fulfillment. 

Simple feelings for a simple soul. 

Kit had lived in a box with blank walls, knowing only what had been told to him and not daring to seek more. 

Now, it was as if the bottom had dropped out, the sky expanded to the distance of the stars and he had only begun to realize the freedom he had. 

It was true, he had been starved of affection and love and now he thirsted for a gentle touch and a kind word but not from anyone. 

Monty was wrong to think Kit trusted him, that he loved him, only because he was the first person he had met who treated him like something worth caring for. 

Kit trusted and loved Monty because he was someone worth caring for.

 Now, Kit just had to convince him of that. 

Kit had already used the shower and changed into his sleeping clothes and now Monty returns from washing and strips out of his own garments, facing away. 

A single lantern hangs from the top rafter of their wood-framed tent and shadows are sharpened by its slanting light.  

Monty's shirt lifts, revealing his muscled back and broad shoulders, fluid strength beneath earth-toned skin. 

He casts it aside and sheds his pants and Kit’s breath catches at the sight of him. 

He has seen plenty of naked men, most of them have frightened him. 

Now though, a seed of want awakens in his core, like a sprout pushing first leaves towards the warm sun's light. 

Kit looks away as Monty dons his night clothes and his pulse quickens as he comes to lie at his side, at his nearness, at his scent and Kit finds himself hungry once again, though food is not what he desires. 

Now Kit wants Monty, all of him, as his own. 

As his own heart's desire.

"Hey Kit," he says, smiling as he lies on his side, facing him. 

"You have a good time tonight?"

"Yes." Kit nods, shifting a little nearer to his heat.

"That little Kitka's something else, huh? Looks so innocent with her big blue eyes and blonde curls and before you know it, she got Luna and Luca eating out of her hand. Two little alphas and a half-wolf and—"

"Monty," Kit interrupts, moving a little closer and sliding his hands over Monty’s shoulders. 

"I love you."

Monty’s breath catches in surprise and his dark eyes go wide. 

"Kit..."

"You love me, too, don't you?" Kit asks.

"I..." 

Monty shuts his eyes and takes a breath. 

"Yes. I love you, Kit."

Sitting up, Kit straddle him, lying atop his chest to kiss his mouth but Monty pushes him away.

"Wait."

"Why?"

Monty lays a muscled arm across his eyes and shakes his head and to Kit’s distress he see tears slide down the sides of his face.

"I can't, Kit."

"Why?" Kit asks again. 

"I want you and I love you, you love and want me. We're mates. Why can't we?"

"Because I'm not ready," he whispers. 

"I'm sorry, Kitty. You gotta understand. I... You'd be my first but... not the first to break my heart, if I'm wrong."

Stung, Kit moves off him and lies at Monty’s side again, facing away this time.

"Tell me," Kit whispers. 

"I've told you everything. So tell me, Monty, why are you afraid? That's what Mates do, right? We're there for each other, no matter what."

Monty is silent so long, Kit thinks he must have fallen asleep. 

Then he speaks, his voice is rough and raw with a mix of emotions Kit can't begin to understand.

"Alright," he says. 

"But this gonna take a while and I won't blame you if you change your mind, after you heard it all."

Kit rolls over to face him again and leans close to briefly press his lips to his.

"No. I'm here to stay. I'm yours and you're mine. Like your mom and dad said, all I want is more time with you."

He bites his bottom lip and takes a deep, ragged breath.

"And I won't hold you to that, Kit," he says, with a soft sadness in his eyes. 

"We only met a few weeks ago and you... You don't know me, yet. You don't know everything. Once you do, I won't blame you if you change your mind, okay? I won't blame you one bit. I'll still love you, though, no matter what. I'll love you anyways."

Kit shuts his eyes as Monty kisses his brow. 

He expect nothing less, from his heart's Mate.’

"I belong to you, Monty," Kit reminds him. 

"You can tell me anything."

And so then, Monty tells Kit everything.

[chris-evansimagines]

Montain and Packed Lunches (Dad!Chris Evans Blurb)

Requested by @ilovetheeagles. I’m sorry It took so long, hun but I hope you enjoy this one, I really liked writting it!

Type: Dad!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: None!

"Mommy, I'm hungry!"

"Mom, Theo is kicking my leg!"

"Dad! Oliver won't stop playing that game you won't let him!"

"That's a lie!"

And then you could hear a baby babble in the middle of all those requests and complaints. Your hand was resting on Chris's leg as he drove, and you turned around slightly, looking at your kids.

"We'll do a stop in a few minutes, we eat and take a walk, what do you guys think?" You asked them, watching and hearing them all cheer. You chuckled turning to Chris. "Your kids are very demanding... Wonder where they got it from..."

Chris had a hint of a smirk on his lips, but before he could answer you, he quickly checked Oliver through the rearview. "Hey, buddy. Turn that game off. I thought I had uninstalled it." He warned him once, and even If he was complaining while doing it, Oliver shut the game down.

"Sorry, dad."

"No worries." Chris gave him a small smile, turning his attention again to you. "Now, you." He said in a more serious tone, making you giggled. "If I remember, I married this girl, and the first time we met she made me buy coffee for her because I spilled hers. I was going to do It anyway, but she got ahead of herself. Sounds demanding to you?" He arched one of his eyebrows, laughing.

You could feel your cheeks getting warm, and just smiled while looking at the street, intertwining your fingers with Chris's.

You stopped by a natural park area where you had picnic tables and then could take a walk through the forest.

Chris wrapped the baby straps around his torso and picked up Noah that comfortably rested against his dad's chest. You picked up Theo and helped Mia unbuckle her seatbelt. "Come on guys, let's sit by that table over there." You pointed as Chris took the backpacks from the back of the car.

You ate the snacks you prepared knowing that the drive was long to the lake house so you would need to make a stop.

"Dad goes on the front, he can fight bears!" Oliver said as a matter of fact his pointing finger sticking up as he said it.

"And mom can go on the back because she is very good at not losing us," Olive said, making Chris playfully scoff.

You laughed and chuckled, leading Mia by your hand, as you pushed Theo's stroller, all of you enjoying some fresh air before you went back on the road.

Taglist: @lovecatystuff ;  @patzammit ; @tacohead13 ; @mrs-captain-evans ; @notyourtypicalrose ; @chris-butt ; @dwights-new-plague ; @thummbelina ; @jesseswartzwelder ; @lizzyclifford13-blog; @05spn18 ; @chrissbabybunny ; @evans713

[moonlightskids]

soulmates

werewolf au! (smut)

i.

the house was already packed when you arrived, holding tightly to your boyfriend’s shirt in an attempt to not get lost in the crowd of drunk college students. you like parties as much as any other miserable college student looking to forget about the amount of pending assignments, so when chan mentioned one of his senior friends was throwing one and inviting everyone, including freshmen, you thought it’ll be fun to get distracted with your boyfriend for a while.

walking to the backyard of the half destroyed house, you get past drunk couples grinding on each other and the drinks table where hyunjin pours you a really questionable beverage.

on the patio, you find a group of your friends, chan’s arm is over his new girlfriend, doyeon, you recognize his sister standing really close to felix and the rest of the group who seems pretty intoxicated, scattered around, all laughs and rosey cheeks as the two of you walk closer.

“hey love birds”, changbin barely gets outs, leaning his weight on seungmin’s thin figure, “what took you so long?”, you chuckle at his lazy voice, he seems ready to go to bed.

“it’s only 11pm, how are you so fucked up already”, hyunjin laughs at his friend’s antics, “it’s yerim”, seungmin replies, not bothered by the way his older friend is basically napping against him. hyunjin hums in understanding leaving you in the dark, who the fuck yerim, giving your boyfriend a look he leans in to whisper in your ear, “i’ll explain it later”

as hyunjin walks to help seungmin with a passed out changbin, you make your way to doyeon, the other girl smiles, taking her boyfriend’s arm off of her to put her own on your shoulder, “having fun?”, she has a mischievous smile on her face.

“yeah”, your eyes are focused on felix and hannah, who seem really comfortable with each other, “what’s going on there”, doyeon eyes them too, chuckling at the frown on her boyfriend’s face, “i guess they’re a thing now”, you rise an eyebrow remembering vividly when hyunjin told you about how strict chan was with the ‘professional’ relationship the boys had to keep with his sister but choose to let it go, is none of your business, you’ll just add it to the things your boyfriend will have to explain some day.

chan comes to you, a smile on his face when he pats your head in hello, “hey, y/n, can i steal her for a moment?”, you nod watching him take away your company, “hey”, hyunjin’s hand laces with yours as he pulls you away from his friend and into the livingroom where all the dancing is taking place. his hands taking their designed spot on your waist as he pushes your back against his chest, his hips grinding against yours and his lips leaving wet marks on the naked skin of your neck, “you smell so nice”, his words tickling your sentive spot, “that’s kind of creepy”, he giggles, turning you around and hiding his face in the crook of your neck, “you love me though”, the roll of your eyes confirming his sentence without the need of you speaking.

ii.

going out was not a smart decision, after an hour or so of dancing, hyunjin and you decided to go out for some fresh air, him deciding to grab some drinks before joining you at the backyard. but it had definitely been better if you had stayed inside. from your spot you can see felix and who you assume is chan’s sister engaged into something you supposed chan himself wouldn’t approve of.

you’re sitting in one of the pool side chairs, enjoying the cold wind blowing against your hot skin when you feel someone sit next to you, thinking is hyunjin you turn around smiling, only to find a man you had never seen before, “um, can i help you?”, his cheeks red and eyes clouded from the amount of alcohol you probably had consumed that night, “what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?”, he’s so close the strong smell of alcohol makes you gag, you move a little farther from him, “i’m not alone”, with a smirk, he covers the distance you had put between the two of you again, “you’re right”, he replys placing his hand on your tight, “you’re with me now”, his hand starts climbing up and when it reaches the hem of your skirt you jump away, backing till you hit someone, hyunjin’s hand is suddenly on your hip a low growl sounding next to your ear.

“hyunjin, is fine”, your fists close around his black shirt, trying to push him away from the other guy who didn’t know how to shut up, you can see his hands shaking, his face morfing into one that screamed for you to step away, “please let’s just go”, your voice breaks, what you didn’t know is that your fear was being misinterpreted by your boyfriend who’s instincts to protect were getting stronger, his eyes, now a deep red, were fixed infront of you, his body temperature rising.

before hyunjin could do something stupid, you hear a conmosion inside the house, minho and chan getting out, pulling him away from each arm and stepping outside the property. in a minute, you’re left alone with the party’s loud music and a multitude looking at you.

from the side, you watch doyeon and jisung walk to you, the both of them trying to sooth your fears away, “he just needs a minute to calm down”, jisung tries to reason with you, “but jisung, you didn’t see him, his eyes were completely red”, the two of them share a look, “y/n, you probably just saw wrong”, doyeon petting your hair but you’re too worried about what is happening to your boyfriend, “i’ll go get you some water”, jisung walks back inside and you take the chance to make your way to where your boyfriend had been pulled to.

ignoring doyeon’s requests to stay with her you walk to the three line that surrounds the neighborhood, passing through passed out college students. between the tall acres you find the trio, the two oldest are trying to calm hyunjin down which seems to not be working and in a moment you watch your boyfriend go from a tall boy to a caramel wolf triple times his size, you yelp in surprise earning the boy’s attention. his expressions could fit in a comic, hyunjin, well the wolf, walks towards you, big cautious eyes as he looks at you afraid to scred you, you step away, your feet getting tangled with a three’s root making you fall on your butt.

hyunjin whines lowering his head, seeing you so scared and knowing it’s his fault and he can’t do anything to make you feel better is the complete opposite of what his instincts want. before any of the boys could explain anything to you, you’re already running away, your legs carrying you as far away and as fast as they can, leaving behind a broken hearted hyunjin.

iii.

you watch your phone light up again, this time, changbin’s name appears on the screen, joining the other missed calls from all of the boys when it stops ringing. you sigh covering your head with your sheets, you’ve read all the text messages asking you to hear them out, to call hyunjin but you can’t find youself to do it.

even if your heart pangs everytime you think about the sad face he gave you when you turned away from him, in an attempt to try and understand on your own you had searched about it on the internet, feeling like a complete idiot when you typed the word ‘werewolf’ on the search tab. you had read every page that had appeared, from signs on how to spot one to how to get rid of one, but it was all too much. you had fallen asleep thinking about how you had spent the last months of your life going out with a supernatural being.

your phone lights up yet again making you groan against your pillow, can’t they take the hint?, taking the device from your nightstand, jisung’s name appears on the screen mocking you, with a defeated sigh you slide your finger, answering the call.

“oh thank god y/n”, jisung voices so loudly you have to move the phone away from your ear, “what do you want, jisung?”, you hope you don’t sound as tired as you feel but by the way he shifts on the side tells you otherwise, “listen, i know this is all probably too much and it most be hard for you but could you please, please, come over and talk to hyunjin?”, you sit up straight ready to reject the request, “i don’t think that’s a good idea”, jisung most have moved from the room he was cause the background goes quiet before he speaks again, his voice barely a whisper, “hyunjin is not doing well, y/n, please just come by”, you let out a defeated sigh, your heart squeezing, in all of this, you hadn’t thought once about how he most be feeling, “ok”, the call finishes and you let yourself fall back on the bed, kicking your legs till there was no more energy.

the ride to his shared apartment with seungmin feels shorter than normally and soon you fidn yourself sitting on your car trying to gain the confidence to walk inside, “it’s ok y/n, it’s just hyunjin, you know hyunjin, he would never hurt you”, at least not the human version, taking in a deep breath you get out of the car and make your way to the apartment.

before you could knock the door opens reveling a messy jisung who lets you in immediately, seungmin’s sitting on the dinningroom a bunch of books and papers scattered everywhere, lifting his head from the one he’s reading to give you a soft smile and a wave before going back to his studies.

“thank you for coming, y/n”, jisung speaks lowly, you nod in response, all your energy concentrated in trying not to freak out, “hyunjin’s in his room, you know the way”, without another word, he goes back to the sofa, game controller in his hand.

you breath in three times before knocking on his door, when you receive no answer you decide to walk in.

the lights are all off and the curtain is down, not even letting the sunlight in, giving the room a chilling look, the only movement comes from the bed, where hyunjin is laying, under all the sheets you supposed, “hyunjin?”, your voice is barely audible but you can tell he heard you when his black hair peaks from under the montain of comforters, his eyes are cloudy, cheeks swollen and lips chapped, you can tell he’s lost some weight.

he’s looking at you like he’s just seen a ghost, clearing your throat you take a step closer to him calling his name again, for a moment, it’s like he’s back to normal, shooting out from the bed to get closer to you in a quick move, a hurt expression growing on his face when you back away just as fast, your back hitting the door.

he whines watching you with begging eyes and you have to gather all the strenght you have to not run away in that moment. with a defeated sigh he falls back on the bed, head lowered and you can physically feel your heart breaking.

yes, maybe hyunjin is half wolf, and yes, maybe he has been lying to you since you met, but you can understand, he didn’t want to end up in the situation you’re in now and you love him, at the end of the day it’s still just hyunjin.

you take a sit next to him with a sigh, your body tensed being so close to him, “i’m sorry...”, his voice is barely audible, his eyes filled with tears, he looks like a kicked puppy and you can’t help the impossible strong feeling pushing your heart to comfort him.

you nod, a small smile on your lips, “i know”, your hand cups his face strocking his cheek with your thumb. hyunjin closes his eyes leaning into your touch and you hear the soft purr that comes from him, his lips trembling, “...please don’t leave”, his hands hold onto your forearms and when you nod again, he takes it as an invitation and pulls you with him to lay on the bed, your hands changing positions, yours supporting your weight and his cupping your cheeks, holding his breath, hyunjin pulls your lips on his, giving you a slow kiss, pouring in it all the love he has for you.

you kiss all over his face and you feel the smile forming in it, hyunjin finally feels a weight lift off his shoulders and you rest your head on his chest, his hands holding you tight by your waist.

iv.

you wake up to the sound of hyunjin’s snors and specially loud purrs when you brush his hair. the sun is long gone and the house is completely silent, the clock on the nightstand marks 5am which means you’ve been sleeping for quite a while.

lifting yourself with your elbows you leave small kisses on his neck and you can hear the satisfied sigh he releases, “morning”, his voice is laced with sleep but his actions aren’t. the long days you spent apart making him desperate to touch, more than he ever felt before, maybe it has to do with the fact you accepted him as your soulmate now that you know everything.

“jisung said you have been reading a lot about werewolfs”, his hands sneak under your shirt as he leans down to kiss you, “kind of”, you let him do as he pleases, his hands roaming all over your body, “so you know... that we...”

“are destined to be together for the rest of our lives?”, the statement making him blush, “is that ok with you?”, you place a short kiss on his forehead, “i love you and that’s all that matters”, he breaks into a wide smile, taking his hands out of your shirt to change positions.

getting on top of you hyunjin gets rid of his own shirt and puts his lips back on yours. you let your fingers trace the soft skin of his chest and back before tangling them on his hair pushing him harder against you.

“y/n...”, he says between kisses, “i love you”

without another word he makes his way down your body. getting rid of his pants and yours, leaving you both in your underwear. his hands roam your body the sensation of being skin to skin making you tingle and you lock your legs around his hips.

you let his lips mark you body, from your neck to your chest, taking special time with your boobs, “hmm, hyunjin”, your moan and the way you grind against his hard member making him growl, a deep one that only send shivers down to you heat, “please”, you don’t miss the smirk on his face when he pulls apart to take your underwear off, “you smell so good”, he moans, his hands separating your legs so he could dive in, his tongue tracing your heat, putting special pressure to your clit, making your legs shiver.

“hyunjin”, you whine again, pulling him from his hair so he can kiss you, “i want you”, he laughs and his eyes shine a soft gold when he looks back at you, taking off his underwear he positions himself on your entrance, “tell me if it hurts, ok?”, you nod, your finger digging in the skin of his arms when you feel the pressure.

you try not to show the pain, which you figure doesn’t work when he starts kissing all over your face, “it’ll feel better”, he promised, his hips moving at a steady pace, the sound of your skins hitting and your quiet moans filling the room. the sensation is not what you expected but better, your whole body feels like it’s on fire with the way he’s touching you.

a strange knot starts forming in your lower abdomen, making it harder to breathe, your eyes closing at the overwhelming sensation, “hyunjin”, you whimper, your hips rising to meet his in a desperate try to reach your release.

you can tell he’s just as close as you with his face hiding in the crook of your neck, you can feel his canines gracing your sensitive skin and another whimper falls through your lips when his hand reaches for your clit, drawing slow circular motiongs before you finally feel the knot come undone.

hyunjin fastens his pace riding you of your orgasm and looking for his own release that doesn’t take long to come, he let’s go inside of you with a deep growl, his hands pressing the skin of your waist till his body goes limp, letting his weight rest on you humming in satisfaction.

“are you ok?”, his plump lips move against your skin, you nod, “i love you, y/n”, his arms locking you in place, “i love you too jinnie”, you stay like that, enjoying the calmness of the early morning as the sun starts peaking through the curtains, you’re almost completely asleep when hyunjin’s stomach growls, “someone’s hungry”, you giggle, “seungmin’s making breakfast”, he announces, “so early?”

he moves from you stretching his limbs and walking to the closet to grab a fit for him and one for you. making your way to the kitchen you find seungmin infront of the stove cooking what looks like eggs, “morning”, you find a seat in at the kitchen table as you watch hyunjin look for two plates, “morning”, he scoffs not even sparing you guys a look, “you ok min?”, hyunjin chuckles at his best friend’s grumpiness.

“sure”, he says putting a spoon of eggs on your plate rather aggressively, “i love waking up at 5am on a sunday”, another spoon of eggs on hyunjin’s plate, “just to hear the two of you fuck”, you can’t help the heat that rises to your cheeks, the same expression on hyunjin’s face, “sorry”, you both mumble before digging into seungmin’s always perfectly cooked eggs.

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i’m thinking of turning this werewolf aus into a whole universe, like make all the stories happen in the same world, is that something any of you would be interested in? let me know uf you are.

[bemybestoy]

Genesis of me

Genesis: becoming me! Hello bitches and kink lovers,This blog shall be an open letter to guide and smooth out  our relationship as I am sick and tired of how a dominatrix and a sub's role are misunderstood. Let me introduce myself, I am Krisztina, a pro domme, in my 30's and I am embracing this role for around 8 years. Meaning I am highly experienced and I tried it all, expect the practices that reach out my limit. Such as permanent damage, I would never put the life and health of a slave of mine in jeopardy not thru my instructions or even just widness(you cannot even imagine thru years how many times I was asked if we can perform a c2c castration  precedure, stabbing with knifes or swords for any amount I can posibly think of asking. I repeate it was about c2c so not bulshit as I would watch all along). When I refused such life threatning session I was offered same only to watch, not to instruct. Answer is still NO everytime. BDSM is not abuse, it is not guided endangerment, it must be sane, sane, consensual and have very clear boundaries of safety. To rewind i started to explore this world in my early 20s ofc and suprise , suprise in real life. Even if i am mostly an online fetish chathost and online domme, I did not know such sections of BDSM exist in camming world, till after a few years i have done dominance in real life. Let me explain! So I had a mid managemnt job after my university in a multinational company, which was and still is top 3 globally in its field and shall always be. There is not even a child all across this world that does not know what company is about when hearing it's name (do not be cretin enough to ask me the name, I will tell NO to your face. Or ask you what info you wish next home adress, Id identification number, blood group or home keys along with an open window in case you do not manage to use the keys:)) ). So i was there around 1 years and half and had a long distance relationship with often travelling . We all know those never lastunless one of the two moves abroad. So I hapilly informed my family and work collegues I wish to move to a different country to move in with my bf/ soon to be fiancee. The question in everyone's head right now was you bf your was Ds relationship? the honest answer is hell no! my bf was alike me a real alpha, one of the strongest man psysical and mental both and definetly would not take attitude from no woman (not even the love of his life, unless he was dick and she was right. To understand you need to picture a man at height 1,95 cm and around 100 kilos all fibers and muscles as he had been a kickboxer and when i met him a trainer for kickboxers at European level. A true montain of a man who yet never felt his manhood threaten if he discussed his feeling with me, his desires, his sensibilities, things i would do or say to hurt his feeling even involuntary a I was busy all the time and moving fast etc). So not only that he was not the submissive type, but even if we were in harmony from time to time he would give me 'attitude'. Now even if I am pleased and happy, even if I amm not the nagging type, no matter who you are and how much I love you, if you cross me I will whoop your ass. After a fe episodes, as chasing him thru the apartment every room with the moop tail pointed a him to kick his ass until he ran out, threating to stab his hand with a fork when he tried to touch my steak after leavig him without one as he made clearly to me he was not a pussy to carry grocery bagsand hence to help and many as suchhe decided I should meet one of his best friend from high school, a lady leaving in a city close. He said we would get along perfectly and the lady and I would get along perfectly. Who would knew I was in for such a big suprise.....(cheshire cat as i recall and type). So I did not know much about her ad what she does for a living when we were instruduced. We had  lovely conversation, then she invited me some day when i am off work to visit her house, met her husband also and spend some more lady time together(I was a manager in one of my bf business a gran coffee shop/ bar it was quite big and had 2 floors one was coffe shop and bar all white with blue lighting surrounding th wide bar and lower floor  couches and tables and ring dance for party rentals such as festivity, anniversieries etc. I done so many things in there: not only i would cash in all the money that being my main, but i would help the other emplyees by making cocktails- I made a course for that- , even cleaning or washing glasses, once out there i was the only personal managing or website, of course PR as even t planning as I was the one who organised every detail of our rental and someone even DJ, a lower floor had DJ booth with pro equipment which i manage to completely fuck up as I had no idea what I was doing and the booked DJ announced last minute he was so coming so my bf said as i am the most modern and tech savvy to give a try to see if i can work it. not only I was not able , but i fucked it up so bad we had to call a tehnician to fix it and he taught me basically how to use it on a minimal level to work it for the party which turned out great. Still cracks me out when i think of my face when i was sure i fucked it up lol. it was a dexter labority moment and his blonde sister deedee: i was like many if i press this and that i will fix it )  I was like well i cannot make it worse :))) Then I decided I need some female eergy without the 'guys' going everyday at my bf gym to do my box training, my krav maga and I gave a call to this lady ask her if I can indeed visit and when It is appropriate to come and suits her schedule.My employees and bf replacing me could manage a day without and i needed a getaway. She invited me in couple or days, my bf drove me to her house and then left to actually replace me. we had an amazing luncheon, laughed, make jokes, just getting to know each other mostly me and her, but also her husband. Then she informed me she had some work to do soon but i can wait with her husband. Unlike I want to come with her. I was like ok I want to come, ut i am not sure whether i disturb you and invite me just to be polite or if it is really ok. i mean i got the best manners you could witnes both on and out of my job. She said she would actually like to share what she does with me as she likes me and she is quite sure having such a strong and open personality  would not make me freak out. I was within my mind ' what should i freak out about?!'. but still acted al casual as i liked her myslf, it only made me very curious. I have a feline personality so curiosity is in my nature, though it is pure and observatory, not the gossip, lame and weak as usual women are. So..... she said she will be busy with work for around 2 hours and if i wanted to stay aside as she cannot pay attention to me. i was like ok... She then invited me at the basement where she said she would met at her 'office' a person whom she expects, as her work space has direct access from garage. Then we would both go downstairs. Well probably telling all cluess made you suspect or realise it was a full dungeon downstairs. a pro dungeon.you should have seen my face when i noticedall the tools, device,suspension systems and the rest of the toys. She looked at me patient and confident, without a care in her mind that i might judge or something.... let me soak it all in... then she asked: You still want to stay or do you want to go upstairs with my husband to keep him company thru soccer game was on tv? " . She was so calm as if she shown me a bush of pants in her garder:)) Then my first outspoken reaction to her it was one of a morron: my first words after what i have seen, my first question asked was if her husband knew about all these(as they do not share a house for more then 10 years). She said yes, but he does not interfer with her work, comes down sometimes, but participates rare and very dismissive toward whom she works with. So I gotten more curious. I obviously suspected what will happen soon, but never withness something alike.Well I done so many sessions and you remember even if having a perfect memory the big lines of the majority. The first one I had only as a peeper I remember in smallest little details. Bitch parked and had a hoody on. he knoecked and when was invited, he went down on his knees down on all stairs. He looked like a maggot or miriapod with his head down to do not cascade over stairs as he was not standing. She then informed her she had a guest which will attend, but will not participate. Not giving a fuck of his reaction. I;ve seen chain suspection bondage, over all punishment and esp cbt along with huge strapon penetration. Shge is quite tall1.80 and she really was at perfect level as he bitch even if him hanging from the ceiling without touch the floor or be close to it even. i was amazed and intrigued. So as soon everything was done and he left ofc i asked so many questions. She answered all with patience even if i must have been annoying like a child and not  take the time to put together the smarters questions. After i while I was blablabla in a hyper manner about what she does as a professional domina I was like wait! does my bf know about this? She smilled and said ofc. He sometimes rarely when visiting me participates even as a master helping mewith pain or bootlicking or stuff. He joins more then my husbnd who when bored and coming down to see when i finish at most lets his shoes licked by my slaves then goes upstairs. I found all these fascinaint and so alternative so ofc I wanted to see more.So often I would visit her as watch her sessions with her slaves. After several mouth a slave of hers made her after session a big financial tribute offer that i participate too and i can second her domining. She asked me if it is something I consider. I did want it, but felt like I would be clueless as per what to do. Even if you watch many times that does not mean you feel suddly like you can replicate that certainty in action. She said not to worry as bitch knows it is my first time and this and following her lead is exactly what it is excites him. So i mus not overthink, just try to have some fun. And damn! It was so much fun! the hormones, the excitment, the laughter from humiliation talk, the driven crazy look on the bitches' face, the overall experience. it was like wow! it is hard to paint it in words, with all lexicon richness or ability to play with words. it is pure extasy! :D:DAfter he felt she made sure he had a chit chat with a glass of wine, making sure i am good with all, she said how great i was as she does not like other lady dommes in general. What was the goodbye part when my bf arrved to pick me up in car she actually did give me my own tribute. how much money! like lots! Then she invited me often to participate in the session in which slave got excited about 2 lady dommes. I accepted that one per week as i was busy with my own line of work. I had so much fun more then a year. Seen lots, done lots.Then a night I was speaking to him in our bed, holding hands, after2-3 rounds of sex and many orgasms. My realtionships are very intimate and I always go for an open man, who is super smart so besides sex and comfy routine I would have a late night conversation till 4-5 am even if we had to bed up and work in couple hours. there is just something that it is most meaninful ina relationship, to communicate ina deep way and to enjoy it lots both of you. and get into each other soul, emotions and deepest needs.So I did ask him : what made you think she would like me and would like her? what made you believe i would enjoy all these as you know we do not do anything as such? He then said he met thru his life many type of women: brainy, prude, whores, dommes, swingerseven submissive lil fmale toys. And he said a true dominant is never made into one. Ofc you can be good if you copy and get exposured to it or at least satisfactory to a slave. But the best dominant are born, not made. It is in their nature and personalities. They give out clues all the time, no matter the random they do.It made me wonder lots. After a couple moment of silence with my head on his chest, lips against his neck and hand holded all thru our talk, just enjoying the thinking of each, the meaninful silence, i asked if he does not feel bothered about that facti enjoy myself playing with slaves when not only he do not do anything alike, but he is not playing with others either. I mean it is a vast emoions i fell which exclude him fully. he said ofc not, as our love life is something i need more then my alternative fun, thta he knows i can live without that experience, but i would be heartbroken if i was without us (you need to understand jealousy cannot be an issue here. Real pro dommes in dungeon do facesitting all dressed up thru latex or leather and it has got a suffocating breath control purpose. i will explain you why: first of all a n evelated domme cares about personal hygiene and she know there are many scat lovers visiting dommes. so to have one licking your pussy it is not quite sanitary. also ass worship is done thru leggings. the most expensive, best dommes will never allow a slave licking. that is just some vanilla crap made up buy hookers selling sex and bdsm aswell. a well respected professional odoes not indulge in that. I am not saing to use a slave for self sexual satisfaction makes you a bad, poorly skilled mistress. But you do that as a lifestyle domme.Meaning you have a domestic relatinship with your slave who is your life patner. Never in a pro dungeon relationship oral for a slave would be allowed or accepted). Drinking champagne straight from mistress soource yes, but without wiping after. You may have it fromshort distance her controlling her debit makeing her slave do not miss anything unless they agree before on a facial champagne game. But when you go to a pro domme you cannot expect her to enjoy licking pussy and ass. Not to mention licks or even nudity just because it arrouses you. so my bf knew my sex life involved only him, in vanilla terms we all know.And he was ok with my alternative fun. We were even if a modern couple a very faithful one. So our orgasms were only and strictly dedicated to one another, exclusively.He wasgreat in bed so i would have every single day more then ten orgams within couple of hours(we had wakeup sex, luch break sex and couple turns before bed, many squirty orgams, clit or vaginal without squirt). The most sexual gesture i seenin the pro domme who introduced me to this world is just around 3 times within one year to milk cock with latex gloves, but with ruin orgasm. she took hand of when she felt he would come load was shoot without touching he would lick after she pull gloved off and glove was washed after. More often she would make the bitch wank himself while she instructs him closeby. her husband accepted her line as he accepted and love everything about her, but he was like my ex fiancee: hear pussy, ass, breast, orgams, real sexual intimacy are for your pratner. Not for everyone. That is a hooker thing to do. To gave all that just just random everyones. One after the other.That is not what a real dmme is made off. Her strenght and charm comes out because he in full intimacy is hard to get if not impossible. And by all means a slave shoould be use till u reach full sexual satisfaction. But only for your chosen one or ones. I fyou are a lifestyle domme and have a slave as life partner or few slaves as toys as open relationship is ok. But you cannot expect same from a real pro domme! That is something builtand leveled up!PS Hmmm now to breath a lil as I poured everything  so fast. deep inhales and exhales. light a cigg after and build this disclaimer. my spelling is awful as you know me i type like a motherfucker in full speed. Ignore all errors and consider the essence of my phrases. I do not believe in going back to spellcheck unless you publich a book or something editorial. I did that during university in an non paid internship, both as corrector and publisher. But it was a publication spread and shippd on a national evel. And in both roles i learned that the first message and thought till publishing as you go back several times are worlds apart. So much changes. And since I do not publish something wanting to be of intellectual value I wish a very spontaneous, fast writing. It is the most sincere, no filters and even if shifting thoughts without a bridge causing some lack of coherency now and then it is more powerful as the first reactions are.  So yes a blog! why a blog? i do not do social media. it is lame, tacky and became brainless. i miss books or blogs at least. and i do not like at all media unless i do exposure over it from bitches craving for begging and tribute me for it. These reasons and that I cannot stand screens after 8-10 hours of online being available to sessions. I like to look in eyes of someone I talk to and they looking back at me. Instead of both or all dinner participants looking non stop at phone while we pretend to be together. Meanwhile no one is present as they focused on media and other stuffs over their phone .That is not only lame and un natural  , but also impolite. Themost important ask from people around me is manners first of all. One lack of manners become my refusal to have this creature close to me even silent, simply unacceptable.  In addition, if i must have my eyes after work on something i prefer a good movie or a book. Actual human contact is important to me as little as we have it nowadays with global situation. so NO, unless i will have video call activated which i will seldom have I do NOT exist until i am online the next day I feel the need to have people at my feet :) I am literary out of this world. I do not exist for anyone online. And enjoy it every minute !

[chibiyuuto]

Why CLAMP is named CLAMP?

That one comes up very often but only recently I found out the most complete answer/reason behind.

There are many variations such as CLAMP being a misinterpretation of “clump”, which roughly means “a pile of potatoes”, according to old English-Japanese dictionaries, which could explain the nature of CLAMP’s early doujinshi works that used to be many works from various artists (they were 12+ at the time), all “clumped” together.

It also explains why the president of the “CLAMP Campus” is Nokoru Imonoyamaand his family funded the school. “Imonoyama” (or, if you break apart: imo no yama) means “a pile of potatoes” (”imo” means potato in Japanese and “yama” means montain/pile).

However, there is a more practical explanation that was revealed recently in the talk between CLAMP’s Nanase Ohkawa and manga artist Kouga Yun that was published in a special release in celebration of Kouga Yun’s 30th Anniversary as professional manga artist:

——I have heard that the origin of the name “CLAMP” is related to Kouga

Ohkawa: It is (laughs). Kouga was supposed to have two spaces at Dream Comic but whether that became one space or she had one space and we needed to increase it to two… I don’t quite remember which, but anyway, it was a bad idea to leave Kouga’s group without another empty table next to them, they would not be able to handle the people. We called ourselves CLAMP to guarantee Kouga an adjacent space at that event. At the time, Kouga’s group was called “CLUB/Y,” so we needed a name that started with “CL” to come before them on the pamphlet, so one of my friends who was there looked it up in a dictionary and gave us the name “CLAMP.”

Kouga: Tables used to be arranged in alphabetical order.

Ohkawa: That they were. They weren’t separated by genre or popularity, so we did it in order to free up a space next to “CLUB/Y.”

Kouga: With “CLA” (laughs).

Ohkawa: It had to be a name that started with anything from “CLA” to “CLU” so we were pretty strict (laughs). So, maybe they thought we wouldn’t publish books; taking the space was our goal. Which genre were you working in then?

Kouga: Just before “Yajou teikoku” it might have been Captain Tsubasa.

At that time, Ohkawa used to work as a staff member of Dream Comicfair.

So, as stated, before the meaning itself, there was a practical reason: they needed to come up with a name that ranged from “CLA” to “CLU” and “CLAMP” was chosen. After that, I think they started to dig deeper into the meaning and explore its possibilities, but the meaning wasn’t the first thing they thought about.

It is also worth mentioning that Ohkawa herself already stated in previous interviews that the name “CLAMP” was not chosen by any of the current 4 members. It was probably a former member or somebody close to them at the time, as stated above by Ohkawa.

Hope this helps!

[adecila]

They're making cersei very very humane in this.🙄🙄🙄🙄

Oh apparently euron is not dead yet. Jaime looks about to die. They fight some more fuk I am over this.

Euron dies and whispers to jaime "Another king for you" "but i got you. I am the man who killed jaime Lannister."

Hound and Arya in the court with the painted table. Hound wants to get out of there. Arya doesn't listen. The Hound is like a dad. Arya looks conflicted for once. Then calls after Sandor "thank you"

The main keep starts collapsing and the montain shields cersei and qyburn

But the hound somehow appears

We get Cleganebowl even if cersei asks him to stay by her side. The mountain kills qyburn because he wanted to stop him.

Lmao sandor just let cersei pass what a fucking joke.

CLEGANEBOWL

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[sunlightbi]

SHE’S AN ANGEL !!!!!!!!!!!!! *RIPS THE HAIR OUT* ONLY ANGEEEEL !!!!!! *KICKS OVER THE TABLE* SHE’S AN ANGEEEEEEL !!!!!! *CLIMBS ON THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN* MY MY MY MY ONLY ANGEL !!!!!! *SCREAMS AT THE TOP OF LUNGS WHILE HAVING AN EMOTIONAL BREAKDOWN* AAAAAAHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *JUMPS FROM THE MONTAIN AND ROCKS ALL THE WAY DOWN*

[worldevoured]

KENNA RYS B. 9:12 DRAGON || COMPANION

STATISTICS

FULL NAME Kenna Rys

DATE OF BIRTH 9:12 Dragon.

PLACE OF BIRTH Stormholt.

RACE Human.

GENDER Cisgender woman.

PRONOUNS She/her/hers.

SEXUALITY Bisexual.

NATIONALITY Stormholter.

RELIGION Avvar.

POSITIVE TRAITS Brave, charismatic, confident, heroic.

NEGATIVE TRAITS Arrogant, high-handed, reactionary, stubborn.

PHOBIAS None.

MENTAL HEALTH PTSD, unrecognized and ignored.

AFFILIATION Stormholt monarchy, Inquisition.

TITLES Queen of Stormholt.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

CLASS Warrior.

SPECIALIZATION Champion.

WEAPON Kor Kitar / Golden Montain Fang.

COMPANION STATS

RECRUITED Kenna reaches out to the Inquisition first through a War Table mission, in which she offers her support with a force of about six hundred and fifty ( a hundred soldiers from each of the Five Kingdoms, and Aurelia, and fifty mages from the Blackspines ), on the condition that the Inquisition aid her as well. She can identify one of Corypheus’ lieutenants, the magister Azura Ducitora, whose attempt to conquer the Five Kingdoms was halted only by her alliance with Corypheus. If they can stop her, they can deal a blow to Corypheus — and protect the Five Kingdoms.

IN HUSHED WHISPERS Approves of alliance with mages, slightly disapproves of conscripting mages.

CHAMPIONS OF THE JUST Approves of alliance with Templars, slightly disapproves of of disbanding Templar order.

HERE LIES THE ABYSS Slightly disapproves of exiling Wardens.

WICKED EYES AND WICKED HEARTS Slightly disapproves of Celene ruling alone, slightly approves of Celene reunited with Briala, disapproves of Gaspard ruling alone, approves of Briala ruling through Gaspard.

WHAT PRIDE HAD WROUGHT Approves of the Inquisitor drinking from the Well.

JUDGMENTS AT SKYHOLD Approves of recruiting judgments.

JAWS OF HAKKON Approves of all help given to the Avvar.

CONNECTIONS

FAMILY Marcellus Rys ( father, deceased ), Adriana Rys ( mother, deceased ).

WANTED SHIPS Kenna/Inquisitor, Kenna/Iron Bull, Kenna/Cassandra.

NOTES

ON KENNA’S WEAPONS Kenna uses either a Kor Kitar — a double-bladed staff gifted to her by the Monks of Rajkur at the completion of her training — or a Golden Mountain Fang — a glaive gifted to her by Annelyse Adair, after she helps liberate Aurelia. Both of these weapons are two-handed and are exclusive to Kenna.

ON KENNA’S CANON LOVE INTERESTS In-game, Kenna has six potential love interests ( five, if Tevan dies, and current in-game bugs require his death ). Though I’ll typically play her as unmarried, all of these love interests will factor into her backstory: Dominic Hunter as her best friend and right hand; Raydan Lykel as her close friend and spymaster; Annalyse Adair as her close friend and ally; Val Greaves as her close friend and one of her generals; Diavolos Nevrakis as her ally and potential friend. If she does arrive to the Inquisition married, she’s married to Raydan, and Dom and Val have remained in Stormholt as regents in her stead.

CROSSOVER INFORMATION

Codex: A brief overview of the Five Kingdoms as they fit into Dragon Age’s timeline. 

Codex: A very badly edited map; companion to the overview. In progress.

Codex: Azura Ducitora, antagonist, Tevinter magister. 

Quest: “Sleepers Waking at the Dawn.”

Quest: “The Hollows of her Footprints.”

Quest: “Let Chaos be Undone.”

War Table Operation: “An Overture of Friendship.”

War Table Operation: “A Message from Tevinter.”

[fakesurprise]

Below The World

Ab urbe condita, the old words scrawled deep into the walls. ‘From the founding of the city’. Scholars take it to mean Rome, but no city is ever one thing. They said all roads led to Rome, but this is where they ended. The roads below, the paths that follow the rivers. The ancient routes through which once the blood of the earth flowed. The montains belched fire, and the ancients had no word for that.

“They had mons ignifer – fire-bearing mountain –,” I whisper to the darkness.

“Mons flammas eructans – mountain belching fire –,” the other voices reply.

It is a ritual as old as the caverns. The names half-true, their understanding the wisdom that there is so much to understand.

The man makes a sound behind his gag.

“Prester. Where did you get the sacrifice from?”

“Work,” I say. “A tourist who will not be rude again. A bad apple that will no longer spoil this world.”

There are murmurs from the others, but no one protests. We try and take those will not be missed. But sometimes there are other choices. Sometimes even power held in secret must move in the wider world. I raise the blade, whisper words older even than Latin. There is a silence that listens. The crooked god smiles at us in the darkness.

And then the smile is gone. There are gasps from the other sid in the cavern. We all feel the god’s benediction vanish like a cold wind.

“Excuse me? I’m looking for Latin and – uhm! I think this might not be a good adventure to have?”

I turn. There is a boy of eleven in the cavern. It is Emilio who acts. Always Emilio. Two gunshots ring through the darkness. Sometimes that calls the god back, returns the warmth. Nothing.

The boy walks forward. He is holding two bullets in his right hand. “You tried to shoot me?! We’ve not even met, and that’s pretty rude!”

Emilio fires two more shots. The boy somehow isn’t there, and then in front of Emilio. Emilio, who of us all does deeds in the day that are as dark as those he does in the darkness. Emilio, who falls to his knees weeping. The boy turns to the rest of us. He looks unharmed, and hurt, and there is nothing of our god in him.

“What are you?” I demand. I brought the sacrifice; it falls to me to speak.

“I’m Jay. And you are –.” He pauses. He speaks my name, the one only everyone else here knows, his Latin flawless. “You have another, but that is your real one I think. And you were going to do some mean bindings here.”

The chains and ropes holding down the American tourist fall off of him. He doesn’t get off the old table. He does not run, as terrified of this Jay as the rest of us are. It is a small comfort.

“Emilio. What did you do?” I demand.

“I asked him to be jaysome,” and distantly I hear a cry of pain from the crooked god.

The boy turns to the sound, and then to me. He lets out a huge sigh. “And you aren’t jaysome at all. Killing people –.”

“The sacrifices protect the city from the fire,” I snarl.

The boy laughs. The sound is surprised more than anything else. “There is old blood here, Hagan of the fire. They built a Colosseum above to contain it long ago, and you and yours worshipped it. Turned the dead and the dying into something else. But sacrifice? If sacrifice could save from fire, no one would ever burn again. If sacrifice worked, you would not have to act in secret. I’m only eleven, and I know this really well so I bet you do to. Even if humans are really good at not knowing things they know.”

I raise the knife and speak a word not meant for human tongues.

The boy doesn’t move. “I am tough like a Jay, so cutting me won’t work you know. Man. I totally tried to be all like Honcho and it didn’t work and being jaysome will destroy your god-thing so badly you’ll just keep trying to bring it back so that means I have to be like Charlie!”

“Pulvis et umbra sumus,” I intone.

“We are dust and shadow,” the others reply. Voices shaking, but they hear me.

I raise my voice: “Tempus edax rerum,” I scream. Time is the devourer of things, and the others don’t have time to speak those words. Black fire burns the room. Jay just stands in the middle of it, untouched.

“Time isn’t black fire,” he says, as if that – that! – should make sense in all of this. “But I guess this means I have to be Charlie!”

And despite the cheer in his voice, his face changes. Something cold and angry rises up, stares out at me. The others break and run. Civil servants. A retired engineer. Old Gaston with his lame leg. Even Emilio tries to stand and run.

“I was having an adventure looking for Latin, but instead I find people doing sacrifices and not being jaysome and this isn’t a proper adventure at all.”

Jay gestures. The gesture is terribly casual, and the crooked god is in the room with us. Old beyond telling, saving the city with death and sacrifice for longer than written records allow. “A god trying to cheat death,” Jay says. He does something, and I feel the god go. Somewhere beyond following or understanding. “I can’t eat gods like Charlie does, but I bound it a long way away and that’s sort of the same thing. Right. Charlie. Being scary. Sorry, I almost forgot to. It’s really hard to.”

“It’s all right.” It’s the American speaking, half against his will.

Jay grins. Nothing else is like that. I almost forget the crooked god, and then the grin is gone and Jay smiles a slow smile full of knowable power. “You will do no sacrifices here again. No one will,” he says, and his voice makes the words into a fact. Everything falls away. All we’ve done, the power of this place. The losses, the sacrifices, the gains: it’s all unmade under words by something that only looks to be human.

The others cry, and Jay tells them to run. They do, because it is not a request. And Jay turns, and looks at me. I do not know who this Charlie is. But I see the anger in his eyes, and I run as hard as I can away from it and everything I am.

His voice is a whisper I will never forget: “To get rid of bad apples is to become one. To hold down is to become a lower creature as well. You think you can serve the darkness and make light? You think the world is so simple that you can do that without being jaysome? You can’t,” and the last two words follow me as I run. In English and Latin both, ringing through the air.

I am almost not surprised to feel the ceiling begin to give way. The entire cavern falling apart. Not to bury Jay, but so terrified it can do nothing else but try and destroy the cause of the fear.

And Jay is waiting. When we emerge into the old tunnels, from the ones only the chosen were allowed to remember. Only there is no rage. No anger. Just the boy of eleven, with a worried look to his face.

“I think I did an oops,” he says, and everyone else looks – distracted. His gaze flicks to me. “I can totally get them to forget about the accident, but if you do they might try and bring their god back. And Charlie would have to stop that and she’s way scarier than a Jay can be! So you get to remember, and make sure no one does this. Okay?”

I nod. I am too terrified to think of what might happen if I don’t.

Jay vanishes between moments. I shudder all over, and lead everyone else up, make up lies for every question they have. Anything to make sure Jay never returns. Anything to never meet those that creature considers scary. I know I will never again go below the world, but I can’t turn back.

I think that, if I did, Jay’s Charlie would be there. And I would learn what a bad apple really was, how deep the rot within us goes and just what we had done.

I run. In the end I run, and know I will never stop.

[viajandopelomundoblogbr]

África do Sul: naturalmente linda

África do Sul: naturalmente linda

Cidade do Cabo: Table Montain Se você viaja ou tem um grande desejo de viajar, é provável que tenha algum sonho ou meta a alcançar: fazer um mochilão pela Europa ou pela América do Sul, visitar as 7 maravilhas do mundo, conhecer todo o litoral brasileiro… Eu queria conhecer pelo menos um país de cada continente e os 3 grandes oceanos. Neste artigo, vou compartilhar com vocês como foi completar…

[casspurrjoybell-17]

HEART'S DESIRE - CHAPTER 22

*Warning: Adult Content*  

As the patrol car parks alongside Jake Nash's ranger truck, Alpha Dane Hunter gets to his feet. 

Freya and Montreal Hunter rise as well, while Julian Hart, Kit Montaine, Martin and Sasha Hunter remain at the table and reassures the children.

"What's this about, then?" Monty murmurs to Dane, as two officers emerge from the vehicle and walk towards them, picking their way through the tall grass. 

There's a perfectly good path a few yards to their right but it seems they prefer the direct route.

"Dunno," Dane mutters. 

"But it must be important. That's Sheriff Page herself."

As the officers draw near, Monty sees one is a young man, mid-twenties, probably, with his hair shaved in a military style and a swagger that speaks more of bluster and bravado than genuine experience. 

The other is a woman in her late forties or early fifties, with iron-gray hair and sharp blue eyes in a sun-weathered face. 

Dressed in a red flannel shirt, sheriff's jacket, jeans and ankle-high work boots, she carries herself with a natural authority that makes her seem larger than she is.

"Mr. Hunter, Ms. Hunter," she calls once she's close enough not to have to shout and directs her attention to Freya and Dane. 

She has a low, scratchy, smoker's voice, the masculine tones of which probably come in handy when giving orders to hotheaded assholes like her young deputy. 

"And another Hunter, I presume," she adds, looking towards Monty. 

Dane nods. 

"My brother, Monty."

"Jackie Page," the sheriff says, introducing herself. 

"And this is Deputy Lawson. We apologize for dropping by so late. Looks like we've interrupted your meal."

"What can we do for you, Sheriff?" Dane asks, cutting to the chase. 

He hates unnecessary pleasantries. Sheriff Page stands with her feet slightly apart but keeps her arms uncrossed, thumbs hooked in her belt, authoritative but nonthreatening. 

"Well, I got good news and I got bad news, Mr. Hunter. Some of which needs to be delivered in person."

A cold feeling clutches at Monty’s stomach, like icy fingers gripping my guts and he braces himself for a devastating blow.

"Good news is the chemical analysis you requested came back from the lab already," the sheriff continues. 

"Seems you got friends in high places, Hunter."

"The right places, maybe," Dane says, straightening with interest. 

"What did they find?""Well, that's where the bad news comes in. I don't understand all the technical, chemical mumbo-jumbo, but the bottom line is you were right, and I was wrong. That fire was no accident."

"Accelerants?" Freya asks.

"Yep, hydrocarbons and lots of 'em."

"Hydrocarbons are present in most flammable liquids," Dane points out. 

"Did they pinpoint any specific signatures?"

"I'm not sure I follow," Dane says, shifting his stance and folding his arms. 

The sheriff rubs the back of her neck, her expression somewhere between stubborn and apologetic. 

"Look, Hunter... I respect you as a fellow officer and it's thanks to you and your friend at that chem lab we even know all this but... Well, this case just escalated from tragic accident to felony arson, possibly homicide."

She beckons to the young deputy and he steps forward, pulling some folded papers from his back pocket and handing them to Dane. 

He opens them and scans the contents, then glances back up with raised brows.

"Search warrants? For Sasha and Martin's houses?"

"Money is always a prime motive and family are always prime suspects in a case like this."

Freya frowns. 

"Our parents aren't wealthy, though."

Sheriff Page turns sharp eyes on her. 

"They own over ten-thousand acres of land, Ms. Hunter. That's worth millions."

"But this is our family's terri... our home," Freya argues. 

"Our parents would never sell even a piece of it and neither would any of us."

Sheriff Page shrugs. 

"Never say never. Besides, the house was insured, as were your parents' lives."

"As are their lives," Dane corrects. 

"They'd have to be declared dead for anyone to collect, and there's been no evidence of remains. Unless...?"

She casts him a half-pitying, half-understanding look. 

"No, the lab found no trace of human remains among the ash. However, at this point..."

"That aside, they can't have been insured for much, at their age," Monty says, speaking up for the first time.

"You in the insurance business, or the NBA?" 

Sheriff Page asks, looking Monty up and down and seeming to take him in for the first time.

"No, ma'am. Personal protection, formerly. I had a few older clients, rich dude types, who insured their lives during periods of escalated threat. It wasn't cheap. The older you get, the more likely you are to die, the less a company is willing to bet against those odds, unless you can match that bet upfront."

"Well, your parents did just that," Sheriff Page says. 

"Each insured for half a million dollars, just a month before their house burns down and they vanish."

Dane gives only the slightest sign of surprise, something anyone who doesn't know him well would miss and Freya has a pro-level poker face. 

Monty, on the other hand, can't hide his shock. 

Sheriff Page locks on target and keeps her eyes on him. 

"So now I gotta ask. Is there any reason you can think of, Mr. Hunter, for your parents to be in fear for their lives?"

Several thoughts flick through Monty’s brain... the Outcasts, the Mortaines but none of that is something he can easily explain to a human sheriff with no understanding of Wolves.

"No, ma'am," he says, hoping his voice carries only innocent perplexity. 

"Mom and Dad never mentioned anything like that to me."

Not that they would have. 

They knew how easily Monty worries and how quickly he'd drop everything and come running if he thought someone he loved needed him. 

He hadn't understood, at first, why they'd gradually distanced themselves over the years but eventually Monty got it, they loved him, too and didn't like to see him hurt himself or his career. 

It was a hard lesson to learn, that caring too much could push people away and it still hurt deep inside when he thought about it too much. 

Because he hadn't really learned that lesson until it was too late. 

Sheriff Page nods, bringing Monty back to the present. 

"Well, given their proximity and the possibility of a direct benefit from your parents' deaths, your brother and sister are prime suspects. Judge Peters granted the warrants on the grounds that time is of the essence when searching for this kind of evidence. I'm sorry but I'm just doing my job."

"Like you were before Dane showed up and kicked your butt into gear?" Freya asks, arms crossed and a belligerent sparkle in her eyes. 

Sheriff Page shrugs, seemingly unoffended. 

"I do my job the best I can with the resources I have, Ms. Hunter. Scientists who specialize in chemical forensics aren't usually among those resources. I appreciate you calling in that favor, Dane but that's why this is a surprise visit. As dedicated to justice as you may be, you got a conflict of interest here."

As she speaks, the others approach, drawn by curiosity and the length of time we've been talking.

"What's going on?" Sasha asks, coming to stand by Jake. 

Likewise, Kit comes to Monty, slipping his hand discreetly into his. 

In a few words, Dane explains. 

Sasha takes the warrant papers with a frown, giving them a cursory glance.

"Well, all right. You're welcome to look around. Not that I have a choice, it seems." 

She smiles uncertainly and glances up at Page and the deputy. 

"You won't make a mess of things, though, will you? On TV, the cops always make a mess of things."

"We'll respect your property, Ms. Hunter," Page assures her. 

"But it's gonna take some time and once we're done here, we'll be searching your brother's house as well. Might be more comfortable for your guests to clear off for a few hours, though we'd like you and Martin to stick around in case we have questions."

“Oh, all right," Sasha agrees. 

"I'll get you my keys, too. Been keeping my shop locked, with the little ones here."

Monty recalls the argument she'd had with Freya over the missing supplies and wonder if the kids are really who she's trying to keep out of there. 

They mill about for a bit, cleaning up the remnants of the barbecue while the sheriff and deputy Lawson collect their evidence-gathering supplies from their vehicle.

"What about your place, Jake?" Sasha asks once the cleanup is complete. 

"It'd be a little cramped but I'm sure no one would mind for one night."

"Sweetheart, I'm renovating, remember?" Jake says. 

"The kitchen's a mess and the water's off. It'd be hell."

"Oh, right. Hey, that reminds me, did you pick up that old cast-iron sink I wanted? It'd make a perfect outdoor washstand, once I fix it up."

He slips his arm around her soft waist. 

"Sure did. It's in my truck. I'll get it out for you tomorrow morning, sugar, once this shitstorm blows over. In the meantime, I'll wait with you here until the cops clear off. Damned waste of time, if you ask me. They oughta be looking at them Outcasts, not dickin' around here, where there's nothing to find."

Dane frowns and Monty feels Kit shivers at his side. Monty gives his hand another reassuring squeeze. 

Ophelia and her mate have the least to gain from their parents' disappearance, as far as Monty can tell. 

After what Kit told me about the Mortaines, I've no doubt they've good reason to fear losing the protection of our Pack.

"Elena's going to kill me," Martin groans, eyeing his kids. 

Having lost interest in the sheriff once the flashing lights stopped, they'd returned to their game of tag.

"Why? You can't help it they got a warrant," Freya says. 

"What you gonna do? Eat the sheriff?"

Martin laughs humorlessly. 

"Elena might prefer that, actually. There's nothing to find, of course but she'd hate the idea of strangers, humans, going through her things."

Freya frowns. 

"She remembers her brother-in-law is a former homicide detective, right? I mean, she's not one of those Wolves who thinks we're above human law or something, is she?"

Martin rubs his arm absently and shrugs. 

"I'm not sure I know anymore," he mumbles and Freya drops her jesting tone and rests a hand on his shoulder. 

"Hey, are you two doin' okay? I mean... even wolf-mates hit a rough patch, time to time."

A bleak look crosses Martin's face, the look of a man stranded on an island who sees a ship in the distance but too far away to signal for help. 

Then he smiles and shakes his head. 

"She's just busy. She loves her work but I think the stress gets to her, sometimes. I wish she'd... Anyway, at least she won't be home until late tomorrow. Now I just gotta worry about keeping this lot entertained." 

He nods at his kids.

"Hey, Auntie Frey to the rescue. I'll keep an eye on 'em for the night. We'll have fun."

Martin smiles gratefully, then winces again. 

"Just have 'em back by mid-morning," he says. 

"Elena doesn't like it when their schedule's interrupted."

"Damn, she a hard-ass bitch, huh?" Freya jokes.

"She's my Mate," Martin answers in mild rebuff and goes to join Sasha where she stands with Jake, watching as the sheriff begins her search. 

Freya sighs once he's out of earshot. 

"Damn but sometimes the man seems more like a dog with a mean owner than a Wolf. Just goes to show not all Matings are matches made in heaven, I guess."

Once again, Monty feels Kit's hand tighten on his as he shivers, though this time he’s not sure why.

                                                       ~ ☾ ~

After Martin and Sasha reassure us once again that they don't need us to stay and wait out the search with them, Freya, Julian and Dane take the kids and head into town to get rooms for the night. Monty has other plans.

"There's a place I'd like to show you," he says to Kit, once the others have gone. 

It's full dark and we've wandered some ways from the house, back into the old orchard. 

It looks different at night, mysterious and secluded, with the canopy of thick old boughs low overhead, blocking out most of the stars. 

"It'll be much faster to get there on four feet, though. Are you okay to Shift?"

Kit ducks his head, his golden curls turned silver by the filtered luminance of the moon. 

"Yes. I'm alright."

Detecting a shiver in his voice, Monty tucks his fingers beneath his chin and gently lift his face. 

His black eyes shine with little pinprick stars.

"Hey, remember our promise. Tell me the truth."

"I want to go where you go, Monty," he whispers.

"But you don't wanna Shift to get there, do you?"

Kit turns his head aside, lowering his gaze again. 

"I'm sorry. Sometimes at night... I don't like to lose my human form."

Monty frowns, thinking it probably has to do with the terror of the 'practice hunts' he was subjected to, the memories coming out stronger after dark.

"Well... you're not scared of my Wolf, are you?" Monty asks.

Kit shakes his head. 

"Of course I'm not scared of you, Monty."

Monty goes behind a tree, strip out of his clothes and emerge as a wolf. 

He shakes my long brown fur to settle it, then look at Kit expectantly. 

Hesitantly, Kit steps towards Monty, reaching with thin fingers to touch his face. 

Monty licks his cheek playfully and to his relief Kit laughs with shy delight, pushing him away. 

Then Monty dips his front legs in invitation and after one more slight hesitation, Kit climbs up on his back. 

He’s the size of a small pony, after all. 

Taking a few steps, Monty makes sure Kit's got good balance and a good grip and then gradually increase my pace, trying to keep his gait smooth. Once he’s confident Kit won't fall off, Monty relaxes into an easy lope, with the young man lying forward, legs tucked against the large wolf’s sides and his arms wrapped about his neck. 

Somehow, his warm weight feels like nothing at all and filled with a light, simple joy, Monty could run like this all night. 

He doesn't have to, though and twenty minutes later they arrive at the place he wanted to share with Kit. 

It's tucked away at the base of a low ridge, at the end of a long, open vale. 

Several springs originate here and one of them is hot. 

The natural, shallow pools have been widened and deepened over the years and with no vegetation growing nearby, they stay relatively clean. 

Monty mounts the low granite ledges leading up to the pools in a few quick bounds, Kit clinging tight to his back and then stop and let him slide off to the ground. 

Trotting away behind some large rocks, Monty Shift back to his human form, emerging to find him gazing about in wonder. 

The pools give off little wisps of steam, even on a relatively warm summer night.

"This might be the best kept secret on this land," Monty says, smiling. 

"Like the sheriff said, this place is worth millions and not just for cattle grazing. If my parents had a mind, they could open a resort here. What do you think?"

"It's... wonderful," Kit breathes, gazing up at the Milky Way splashed overhead, lighting the summer sky. Monty checks one of the pools with his hand. The temperature stays roughly the same, year round but it's always wise to check before jumping in. It's perfect as usual and he step in and sits on a low, smooth ledge.

"Aren't you coming in?" Monty calls, when Kit remains where he is. Kit turns and sees Monty and his eyes go wide.

"We are... night swimming?"

Monty laughs, realizing he doesn't understand. 

"Come here." he beckons. 

"You ever had a hot bath outside?"

He finches and Monty remembers what Kit told him, first about how he hadn't been allowed to use hot water and second, how his brothers had tortured him in the stream.

“Hey, come here," Monty says, more gently. 

"It's a treat. I promise."

Trustingly, Kit comes and kneels at the edge of the pool and Monty takes his hand and dips his fingers in the water. He gasps. 

"It's hot!"

"Yeah," Monty laughs. "It's a natural hot spring. Heated by the earth herself. Come on, it's good for you."

Kit hesitates a moment, then he sheds his clothes, placing them in a neatly folded pile and joins Monty, slipping in to sit at his side. 

His obedience is touching but troubling, too and Monty reminds himself not to take it for granted. 

He wants to please but maybe not for the reasons Monty would like. 

After a moment, though, Kit relaxes and Monty can tell he understands, it's not because he want something from him but because he wants to give something to him that he brought him to this place.

"It's beautiful," Kit whispers, his eyes once more on the star-strewn sky overhead. 

"Beautiful, Monty. And so... so much. Like you."

Unsure what he means, Monty frowns but then Kit leans his head on the older man’s shoulder and sighs. 

Kit feels safe, Monty realizes, with him and that's something precious, something worth cherishing. 

They sit for a long time, until Monty knows his fingers and toes will be all gross and wrinkly and my muscles feel all loose and noodlelike. 

Then they get out and let their skin cool and dry in the summer night air. 

Finally, as the moon sets, Monty Shifts again and lies down beneath a low overhang of stone, like his wild cousins in a natural den. 

Kit comes and tucks himself against him, so fragile and lovely in his human form. 

He falls asleep like that, his face half buried in Monty’s fur. 

With his Wolf's mind, Monty’s thoughts are less distinct, more a series of scents and impressions than coherent ideas but a few things make it through. 

Like the feeling that, more than Kit belonging to him, he belong to him, that he'd do anything to make him happy and that he is his one true... 

Kit sighs in his sleep and curls a little closer against Monty and his heart constricts with new pain. 

Monty whines and tuck himself into a crescent around Kit, snout to tail. 

It's okay, he reminds myself. 

It's just like any other job. 

He'd die to keep him safe but isn't that what he'd do for all his clients? 

Isn't that what they'd paid him for. 

Another voice speaks in his mind. 

No, this is different, it says. 

This is... 

                                                     ~ ☾ ~

In the morning, Monty wakes up hungry. 

Kit laughs at the growl emanating from his stomach and pats his wolf head.

"Oh, fearsome beast," he laughs. 

"You won't eat me, will you?"

Monty would like to but not in the way Kit thinks. 

With a whine, he dips his front half in a dog's bow, inviting him to climb on his back again. 

Kit obliges and Monty sets off at a quick lope, keeping to the trees, this time. 

With modern technology, drones and satellites, there's a chance someone might get a picture of a gigantic wolf with a man on its back and that's not the distraction the world needs right now. 

Back in the orchard, Monty Shifts once more and dons his clothes and then notices that his cell-phone has over ten missed calls. 

Opening it, Monty sees they're all from Dane. 

He calls his brother back and Alpha Dane Hunter answers on the first ring.

"Monty, where the fuck have you been?" he snaps, letting a bit of his alpha slip through with his displeasure.

"I...I was showing Kit the hot spring. What... What's happened?"

"Sasha's been arrested, that's what. Now get your ass over here." 

[fiat--lux]

I was tagged by @the-poor-disturbed-soul. Thank you!!❤❤❤

age: 20

birthplace: El Salvador

current time: 12:25 PM

drink you last had: water

favorite song: atm i can’t stop listening to Enter your montain - Bathory

grossest memory: ugggghhh. That one time I ate rotten potatoes. So, I was at lunch break at work and as usually I went to the super market to buy cooked food, I bought boiled potatoes and sausages. The thing is that I can’t really smell for some reason so I didn’t realize they weren’t good to eat so I just went ahead and eat them until I was chewing them and felt their gross taste. Sweet.baby.jesus!!!! That was the most disgusting thing i’ve eaten. I wanted to puke tbh. I couldn’t just spit it out because there were people behind me in other tables and was too nervous to do it. I ended up eating it and threw away the rest of them.

horror, yes or no: yaaaaaas

in love: Nope.

jealous of people: sometimes. I guess that’s normal though

love at first sight: nope. Love is way more complicated and it involves more than just appereances.

middle name: Estefany. I dislike it quite a bit tbh.

one wish: to get rid of my anxiety forever.

question you’re always asked: I’m always asked my age at work. Apparently i look 16/17 lol. Also if my hair is real and why I don’t wear make up.

number of siblings: one sister and one brother

reasons to smile: cute animals, my pets, nice people, music, nice food.

song that i last sang: the same Bathory song lol. I was singing it while I was typing this.

time i woke up: 11 am

underwear color: black

vacation destination: everywhere!!

worst habit: procrastination, being messy af, forgetful af and negative thoughts.

favorite food: fruits!! Cheesecake and plantain cake and all local food tbh.

zodiac sign: libra

I’ll tag @scarsoftheshatteredsky @ashesofthepaleserpent @renee13-13 @goodbye-to-gravity @adorned-in-ashes @quasarior @salemsbat @dead-piscean @winter-s-bite @gipsyspirits if you want to and whoever wants to do it!!

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