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50 NSFW Questions: Bucky Barnes

It's been a minute since I've done one of these, so how about we answer some more questions! Bucky is a tricky one to write fairly, and I aimed less for his darker side, the Winder Soldier. So, I'm treating them like two separate entities. Enjoy!

Biggest turn-on?

Call him Sergeant. Wear his cover. Or, if you really don’t need to walk anywhere anytime soon, greet him at the end of the day wearing nothing but his old service jacket. Bonus points if you’ve got a nice set of heels to go with it. Take him back in time to when things were far simpler but with all the conveniences of modern day living. He doesn’t miss some things from the 40s like cold showers, poverty, and war, but he does miss those victory curls, pencil skirts, red lipstick, and those black seam stockings. Give your soldier a treat with a little taste of home.

Biggest turn-off?

Anything less than enthusiastic consent. Let’s be real here: there isn’t a thing about you that doesn’t turn this man on. But he cannot fathom anything that tiptoes into the realm of dubious consent. He won’t even read books or watch shows like that—he is not a Haunting Adeline fan. After everything he’s been through, consent is non-negotiable.

But he’s got an appetite and one hell of a sex drive. If he even senses that you’re going through the motions without really feeling it, it’ll send him to a dark place. He’ll cycle through emotions—anger, fear, guilt, horror, regret, self-hatred. He needs to know you want it as much as he does, and he never wants to feel he’s overstepping your boundaries. Just tell him if you need a break—he’d rather hear the truth than ever risk hurting you.

Quickest way to get horny?

He’s not always in the mood, but it doesn’t take much to get him there. If you’re after a fast-track ticket to Pound Town, be bold: tell him what you want in the most casual setting possible. Bonus points if you’re somewhere semi-public. Go in for a quick peck on the cheek—he loves those—but tell him you wore something under your leggings that he’s never seen before, and he’s going to love. Ask if he thinks red is your color, but don’t wear any red he can see. Let his mind do all the wandering.

Give him a kiss, tell him how handsome he looks, and then mention a position you’ve been dying to try. Sure, the other Avengers know what you’re doing; it’s impossible to hide how his jaw clenches or the way he swallows hard while eyeing the exits. Sure, it’s the fastest way to get your soldier primed—but just know, you’ll pay for it later.

Top 3 places to be touched?

You might think the joint where his vibranium arm connects to his shoulder—and while he does like a gentle caress over that scarred flesh, his right hand often gets neglected. A soft stroke down his arm, a massage for those overworked muscles... they could use the attention. And if you want to see your soldier absolutely melt, give him a hand massage.

Then, run your fingers through his hair—gently, though, no pulling. Bad memories, you know? That’s part of why he keeps it short these days. Let your fingers graze his earlobes, and drift down his neck. These are sweet, grounding touches that he appreciates.

But if you’re looking for something a little more intimate? Go for his lower back and hips. Teasing little touches, maybe starting with a hug from behind, and letting your fingers wander over his skin. Watch him dissolve into a puddle with every careful caress.

Do you like the idea of a threesome or a moresome?

Absolutely not. The man may have a drive to put Casanova to shame, but he’s an old-fashioned guy—and once it was just you and him, that door closed permanently. He won’t entertain the idea of anyone else in the safe, sensual space you’ve created. Does he fantasize about maybe another woman joining you? You’d be hard-pressed to get him to admit it, but the real issue here is that he needs to feel safe after everything he’s been through. A whole sexual revolution came and went while he was out doing HYDRA’s bidding, so the thought of bringing in another partner or two? That’s a bit much for him. Still, he does enjoy talking about—and maybe listening to—those fantasies where another lady joins you.

Sex or masturbation?

He likes both, but obviously, if he has a preference, then he’d rather have sex because it’s not just about the orgasm. It’s about the touch of a partner; it’s about more than him. He’s in it for your pleasure too.

Spit or swallow?

Come on now, ladies, don’t spit. They swallow. And while he’s not one to tell you to do it, consent and all, seeing you on your knees swallowing him down? Well, that just does something to him, and if you think it’s over after that, then you’d be wrong. That’s just the appetizer, and now you’re gonna see that super soldier stamina in action.

Rough or romantic sex?

Romance is Bucky’s default setting. He’ll bring you roses, shower you with compliments, take you dancing, and tell you that nothing shines brighter than the stars in your eyes and when you get behind closed doors? He’s as gentle a partner as they come. He’ll spend an ungodly amount of time focused on your pleasure until you can’t stand it—lots of kisses, lots of declarations of love, and of course, he’s going to call you his girl.

But if you think he has only one setting, you’d be wrong. While he has hard boundaries when it comes to consent and certain activities, he was a howling commando. If you manage to coax it out of him, you could be in for a wild ride. He can do rough as well as romantic. There will be kisses and declarations, but the kisses will bruise, and the declarations will have less to do with love and more to do with you being his. He’ll pick you up like you weigh nothing (because you don’t) and tell you, “Hold on, doll. You’re in for a ride.”

Loud or quiet partners?

Nothing lets a man know he’s doing it right, quite like a partner making some noise. While he appreciates the enthusiasm, if he wanted tickets to a show, he would have bought one. Don’t be loud just because you think he likes it; sometimes, the soft gasps, fragile whimpers, and unabashed moans are all he really wants. That said, don’t feel obligated to muffle those pretty sounds with a pillow!

How much foreplay?

One complaint Bucky has about living in modern times is that everything seems so rushed. It’s a culture of instant gratification—now, now, now. Don’t get the man wrong; it’s nice to be able to get whatever you want at the click of a button. But sometimes, it pays to slow down and smell the roses.

With him as a lover, it definitely pays to take your time because he’ll take his. There’s rarely an intimate moment between you where he doesn’t spend at least 45 minutes working you up. He gets a little bossy about it, too. If he tells you to lay still and be a good girl, well, you’d better! Or not—whatever. He knows exactly what to do with brats. Either way, he’s going to take his time with you, so you may as well clear your schedule. Quickies are not his style—or at least, that’s what he thinks.

How much teasing does he like?

Just enough to get you into a needy state. Unless you’ve been a brat, then a lesson must be taught, and as we’ve established, bucky knows how to take his time.

Hookups or only partners?

During the war, he might have occasionally had a hookup as a Howling Commando, but even those didn’t feel like hookups. Whoever those women were who happened to spend an evening with Sergeant Barnes likely never forgot it. These days, however, he wants stability and a partner that he feels safe with. He wants all the lovey-dovey stuff your grandparents talked about. After 70-odd years of being HYDRA’s murderous errand boy, he’s ready to settle down.

How much kissing during sex?

The only thing that might stop him from kissing you is the position you’re in. Even then, he’s still going to kiss you—just maybe not on the lips. So, expect lots of kisses! If he’s not busy whispering all the things he wants to make you feel, and how he plans to make you unravel, he’s definitely kissing you.

Favorite place to have sex?

He’s not picky, but he likes privacy. No place is better than the warmth and familiar comfort of your bed, where the sheets and pillows still smell like you. But the bed is far from the only place that sees action in your humble abode. Watching movies on the couch? It started out sweet until the movie got a little too boring. The shower is a favorite because he loves the sensation of water cascading down your bodies, although your water bill can get a little high with those two-hour-long showers.

There isn’t a room in your home that hasn’t witnessed a steamy rendezvous. The kitchen counter? Dinner wasn’t the only thing prepared there. And the garage, when he’s working on something that leaves him covered in grease? How could you walk away from that? It just means it’s time for another shower.

Would he have sex in public?

This one will give you trouble for a few reasons, beyond the simplest one—he can be a little shy. You might be surprised to find that out, but don’t forget the conservative world he grew up in; that sort of thing was saved for behind closed doors. Plus, he’s very security-conscious. Living the life he has, with the identity of the Winter Soldier on his back, has made him quite the target, and that concern extends to the people he loves. He’d never risk your safety for a little thrill—besides, you’re his to look at, and no one else’s.

Last place he had sex?

Probably bed; you can count on this man being the one to wake you up with an orgasm. Beats an alarm clock any day.

Where would he most like to have sex?

Someplace secluded. He wants you all to himself, with no chance of interruption. It’s less about the location and more about the privacy it provides. A fancy hotel with all the bells and whistles? Sure, that’s nice. But a cabin in the mountains or deep in the woods, with the nearest neighbor a mile away? Now that’s more his style—just you, him, and no one around to complain about the noise.

Spontaneous sex, or does he need to be in the mood?

For the most part, if you’re up for it, so is he. And he likes to keep you guessing—is that just a sweet, passionate kiss, or the gateway to a dining table tryst? His favorite reactions are the ones where he catches you off guard. Walking down the hall to put laundry away? Your shriek when he swoops in and throws you over his shoulder? Priceless. Did he plan it, or did the little devil on his shoulder just suddenly have a really good idea? You’ll never know.

Would he go for a hookup at a stranger's house?

Definitely not.

Biggest kink?

His uniform had always looked good on him, but since the war, it’s been long packed away, with no intention of seeing the light of day again. Why would it? It only brought pain, a reminder of what he lost and what he believes he betrayed. That was, until you stumbled across that vintage trunk in the closet while planning something special for his birthday. Inside, you found his uniforms—still in pristine condition—and a naughty little idea popped into your head. You didn’t exactly know what Victory Curls were, but you knew what a pinup was. So when he opened your bedroom door after calling out your name, only to find you perched on the bed in his old cover tilted to the side, red lipstick, his service jacket, and a pair of peep-toe heels, greeting him with a sultry “Hey, soldier”?

Let’s just say that uniform looks better on you than it ever did on him. But the floor wears it well, too. Suddenly, he’s not feeling so bitter about those old uniforms being out—and he might’ve asked you to pick up some dry cleaning for later. Coincidence?

Is he ok with name-calling?

You’d have better luck beating a dead horse, because the only names he’ll call you are “baby,” “sweetheart,” or “doll.” He’d never call you his “little slut” or anything like that—he’s pretty sure his mother would rise from the grave and beat the daylights out of him if he did. He might call you his “naughty girl,” but the really hard stuff? He just doesn’t have it in him.

Would he do BDSM?

While he knows BDSM is all about trust and respect, he just can’t bring himself to dive in. Deep down, he’s still afraid the restraints won’t unlock, the doors won’t open, and he’ll be trapped all over again. He does trust you, and his respect is rock-solid, but the past left its mark. So, yes, he’s a dom—but one who needs to be, in a way, protected.

Would he prefer to tie you up or be tied up?

This question took some broaching. As mentioned above, it doesn’t matter if the restraints are silk scarves—when he feels resistance in such a vulnerable position, his reaction is immediate. The softest silk feels as strong as vibranium. Tying him up? That’s a no-go.

But when you suggested he tie you up? He looked at you like you'd lost your mind. Yet, with a mental paintbrush in hand, you painted a portrait too enticing for him to ignore: scarves not to restrain, but to keep you laid out for him to enjoy. He knows just how sensitive you are, and while he’d never leave you in discomfort, the thought of you willingly being vulnerable to him… well, let’s just say safewords exist for a reason.

Tread carefully, though. The man was an Eagle Scout—and he knows all the knots. You’re not going anywhere until he hears the word.

Does he like orgasm denial?

It’s not the denial he likes; it’s the audacity. Where the hell did that come from? What happened to his sweet baby girl? Where’d she go, and who is this knockout pushing him into a chair, asking him if he’s going to be a good boy for her? He has no idea, and he can’t explain it. No one enjoys having an orgasm pulled away from them, but damn if he doesn’t want it even more now. Make no mistake, though—you’ve only got this power over him because he’s letting you. So don’t abuse the privilege, and don’t keep this poor guy in agony for too long, because payback is a bitch.

Does he like overstimulation?

After 70-plus years of captive service, where pain was his constant companion, the idea of being overwhelmed with pleasure is nothing short of a revelation. That first BJ was incredible, but seeing his features contort in overstimulation when you decided to spend a few extra minutes on him with that talented mouth of yours? Who needs drugs? That's an addiction all its own. And when you suggested he push you a little bit further, he didn’t need to be told twice. He quickly found he loves watching you fall to pieces, hearing you whine and cry out when it all becomes too much. You might beg and plead for a break, but he knows you don’t really want one—otherwise, you’d have used the safeword.

Does he like pain being involved?

No. Hard no. The most he’ll go for is a playful slap on the ass when you’ve been a brat, or your nails raking down his back. For him, sex is all about pleasure—he has zero tolerance for pain here.

Does he like dirty talk?

This is the kind of dirty talk you might expect to hear in a novel or movie. He doesn’t need vulgar words—hell, the man doesn’t even need to swear to make you squirm. But he knows you go absolutely unhinged when you hear the word “fuck” come out of that charming mouth of his. Truthfully, he doesn’t even need to say anything; he can make you blush from across the room without a word. It’s those eyes of his—when they start smoldering, you just know he’s got something on his mind and won’t hesitate to whisper it to you as soon as he’s finished with his conversation. He’ll tell you in such eloquent terms exactly what that dress you’re wearing is making him want to do and what it’s doing to him. That mouth of his is good for more than just kissing.

Does he own sex toys? How many?

What does he need toys for? He has a vibranium arm. The man is a living sex toy.

What does he masturbate to?

One part of modern living he loves is sexting—the ability to receive naughty pictures and dirty words in an instant. This guy is a sucker for a steamy photo, and the first time you sent him a video? He didn’t respond with anything but a casual, “That’s nice. Got anything else you want to show me, doll?” And he’s definitely not camera shy either, so just keep those particular messages to yourself.

Multiple rounds, or will he settle for one orgasm?

Super. Soldier. Of course, there will be multiple rounds. Don’t forget to take your B-12 and stay hydrated.

Does he enjoy giving oral?

Yes. He’s an enthusiastic giver and loves to have such control over your pleasure. He loves the way you taste and how needy you are after some teasing, and then there’s how sensitive you are after one orgasm. The man is a giver through and through. He can be a mance though if you let him.

Does he prefer giving or receiving oral?

He’s a fan of both. While he’s a dom and likes to dictate how things go, he’s a sucker for when you take control and tell him to lie back so you can take care of him. He never asks for it, but you can see it in his eyes when he wants you to take over for a bit. What guy doesn’t love that? And because you love seeing him like this, you make sure it’s more than just a BJ. It’s kissing down his neck and chest, telling him to lie back and close his eyes. It’s soft, teasing caresses that set him on edge. Just as he takes his time on you, leaving no part of you untouched or unsatisfied, you return the favor and then some. Bucky’s never had someone lavish him with attention the way you do, and seeing his chest heaving, his neck straining to look at you, and the way he moans your name? It wasn’t exactly hard to convince him that he should give you the reins more often.

What makes him orgasm the fastest?

Tell him how much you want it. Tell him how desperately you need him to cum for you. Let him know you’re hungry and want to taste him, swallowing every drop he gives you. Describe it in exquisite detail while he’s pounding into you—tell him how much you crave to feel his cum dripping down your legs. Watch as his steady, controlled rhythm descends into chaos; the mental image of you yearning for his orgasm will send him over the edge.

Does he like/do anal/pegging?

Nope! Not at all, it’s equal parts too vulnerable a thing for him and equal parts utter bewilderment. He does not get how a man could enjoy that.

Favorite position?

Nothing wrong with the good old-fashioned missionary, but he also loves it when you ride him. Just hike up your skirt or dress—he adores when you wear them. It doesn’t matter if he’s on the couch or a dining chair; he gets a thrill from your assertiveness. Walking up to him as casual as can be, unzipping his pants and stroking him to get him hard while slipping off your panties drives him wild. He loves being able to look you in the eye, watching you rock, sway, and bounce on him. He can’t get enough of how you embrace your dominance, gazing down at him with that sultry look in your eyes.

But you know what he loves even more? The way you think that just because you’re on top means you’re in charge the whole time. Not a chance, doll. Not all the time, anyway. Because even though you start on his lap, you can very quickly end up against the wall—and that’s another favorite.

Does he use protection?

Of course. The man is all about boundaries and knows just how awful a feeling it is to be trapped and he would never disregard your wishes if you asked him to wear a condom for whatever reason.

Does he masturbate with clothes on?

Sometimes, depends how much time he has.

How does he prefer his partner's hair/grooming?

He’s not one to demand you wax or anything like that but you’ve noticed a difference in degrees of things like shaving or grooming. And he returns the favor too.

What does he wear to bed?

Most nights he’s a boxers kinda guy, generally he only falls asleep naked when he’s exhausted.

What does he like his partner to wear?

His shirts. Favorite. Nothing else, maybe acute pair of panties, sure, but nothing else. But he also loves those little tank top and shorts you wear and he’s no stranger to lingerie, red is his favorite color.

Does he like his balls played with?

Unequivocally, yes. Take your time mid BJ and jus watch him quiver.

What is his sexuality?

Straight.

Does he have extreme or unusual kinks?

If he does, he hasn’t let on yet.

How often does he masturbate?

Only whenever he can’t have you, so it depends on the missions he’s one. He’s not one to dip into the bathroom is job to jack off, it takes his focus away from the task at hand. But if you’re off on a job and he’s home alone, he may just take a nice and hot long shower.

Favorite toy?

He wasn’t really one for toys but doens’t mind when you ask him to use a small toy on you while he’s driving into you slow, he might even tell you to do it so he can watch.

Does he like roleplay?

Sparingly. He doesn’t like power imbalance scenarios so no teacher/student, boss/employee stuff. But he is a sucker for the ‘welcome home soldier’ scenario, because he never got that when he did get home.

Any festishes?

Probably not because a fetish is needed in order to achieve orgasm, and there are no common demoniators that fit that scenario.

Aftercare?

You couldn’t ask for a better partner in this department. Once the pleasure subsides and you’re boneless in your bed, he stays with you, offering soft kisses and telling you how beautiful you are and how good you are to him. He’ll draw a hot bath and sink into it with you, gently washing your hair. Does any part of your back or legs ache from a position or a cramp? He’s on it; he knows all the pressure points and exactly how to soothe those aches. Need a drink or a snack afterward? Yeah, he’s already thought of that too. Those little brownie muffins you like? Bedside table, Doll.

Does he ever go comando?

Only when he knows sex is on the horizon, he’s propriety and never caught offguard. Sometimes he’ll do it and tell you about it, he can be such a tease.

Phone sex?

Oh, he picked that up really quickly. All it took was your casual question about what he was thinking after you told him you’d just taken a shower and missed him. He didn’t miss a beat in telling you exactly what he’d do if he were there with you. He can be a bit bossy on the phone, guess those spicy pictures and videos you sent greased the wheels.

#head canon #bucky barnes headcanon #fictional men and their kinks #bucky barnes smut ideas #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes is a dom #sergeant barnes #james buchanan barnes #seriously i know to write something besides smut #this just aint it #anti heroes #who is next #soft dom

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crocwork-clockodile · 1 month ago

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So, it's been over a month now since I actually finished Night Watch and I did mean to write another post about my final thoughts. But in my defense, I was moving provinces and starting grad school up again. But anyway! On to a few of my thoughts:

Warning for spoilers, I suppose

Firstly, oh my gosh, it made me cry. It made me so sentimental, in the way only Pratchett seems to do to me. Probably more so, since this was my dad's first Discworld novel, and I wouldn't have read any of them if not for him. I just felt very emotional about finishing it. I mean, having read Thud! before already, I knew in my heart that Vimes would be okay. I knew he'd make it back and that Sybil would be able to safely deliver Young Sam, but that whole thing at the end, where it's looking dicey and he has to call on Dr. Lawn and then their son gets named after Sam, but maybe not even this version of Sam, it just made my heart swell. Vimes will continue to nurture and care about this child, and allow him to maintain his optimism, in the way he was kind of doing for the Young Sam that he just trained up during the Glorious Revloution!!!! Cycles!!!! My favourite literary device!!!

I kinda liked how Lord Winder died. Just literally scared to death by his own paranoia. The Assassin didn't even have to do anything but look Assassin-y.

One thing that really impressed me about Vimes, after they take down Bloody Mary, is how he thinks about everything in how a city functions. Like Vetinari, in that way. This isn't a musical, this is a real thing that's happening in a real city, but the commerce and functions of the city that aren't concerned with Ankh-Morpork politics are still trying to happen. Things don't just pause. You need to be organized and think about how these things work. I'm impressed with this mostly because I know I'm bad at planning for things like that and forgetting about necessary things until I need them and don't have them lol.

On that note, Reg Shoe. Darling, idealistic, Revolutionary Reg. He is so so earnest and I genuinely think he really wants that ideal world for everyone, but again, he is so bad at planning the mundane-but-critical background stuff. Beloved, you should be at the club.* It's kinda gratifying to learn he was always so annoyingly idealistic and community-minded. I knew he'd make it out (kinda) okay, but oof, his death (however temporary) still hurt my heart

I think that's the majority of all my thoughts for right now. Sam Vimes is still one of my greatest, dearest blorbos. I finally know why we wear lilacs on May 25th. Now I was there, and I knew them, and I can advocate for Freedom, Truth, Justice, Reasonably-Priced Love, and a Hard Boiled Egg.

GNU Terry Pratchett

#*an undergrad philosophy major's weekly club #gnu terry pratchett #discworld night watch #discworld #night watch #sam vimes #personal #i don't have a lot of time right now to read more discworld but i'm thinking my next one might be going postal #or not idk yet maybe jingo if i can find a good audiobook i don't have to pay for lmao #glorious 25th of may

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fourmula1 · 1 year ago

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summer of cum day 7: multiple orgasms

(previous days)

max/daniel. 839 words. depressed omega daniel universe. for @accidentalf1stan, who is depressed omega daniel's biggest champion ♥

Daniel really didn’t know if he’d ever get here again.

Get to a place where not only would he want sex with his alpha again, but to where he could come, and come again.

And again.

Max has worked two intense orgasms out of him already with just his mouth and his fingers and Daniel is trembling with the anticipation and desperation of more. Since his meds started helping they’ve been a lot more sexually active and Daniel’s grateful for it; for the closeness and security it brings to their bond, for the ability to please his alpha, for the satisfaction he never thought he’d feel again after being knotted by Max.

They’d started slow, just simple, easy sex to test the waters and see how Daniel felt about it emotionally, now that his body had the desire again.

Max had been gentle, sweet, good to him the whole time and not pushed too hard. Never too hard. Just enjoyed taking care of his omega without overwhelming Daniel.

Now, though, Daniel’s sex drive is fully online again and he’s taken with just how good it is to come for his alpha, to show his alpha he’s doing a good job. Daniel whines high in his throat as Max’s fingers ease out of him after his second orgasm – good, but not enough. Not full enough.

“Please,” Daniel whimpers, feeling that lonesome pit in his stomach at the loss of his alpha’s touch. Between his legs, Max pushes up onto his hands and knees, grins at Daniel as he nudges Daniel’s legs that much winder to fit between them.

“Please what?” Max asks, and Daniel can feel Max’s delight. Can feel how happy Max is to be connecting with Daniel, to be re-strengthening their mating bond, to touch Daniel like this again.

“I want your knot,” Daniel whines, catching himself off guard by just how deeply true it is. Since they started having sex again Daniel’s always been happy to have Max inside of him, to feel their connection, but he’s a little taken right now with just how much he wants it. He hasn’t felt desire like this in months. Max has wrung two orgasms out of him already and Daniel still wants more.

“Oh my god,” Max pants, pulling a full lip between his teeth as he nudges Daniel’s knees back to spread him wider, wider still. Daniel can feel how wet he is; slick and messy and it sends a thrill up his spine to know, to know, he’s everything that Max desires.

“Knot me,” Daniel says, reaching down between them to curl his hand around Max’s dick, stroke him a few times, tug to get the point across. “Max, please, I need it,” he says, babbling now until he watches Max nod and feels Max press against him, press his dick inside in a smooth, deep grind.

Gasping, Daniel arches his back as his dick twitches against his belly, still hard despite Max making him come twice. He shivers through a little mini orgasm, dick dribbling a little against his belly as Max hooks his elbows under Daniel’s knees and folds his legs back, folds him in half to fuck him hard and deep.

Daniel can only cling to Max, head tossed back as Max fucks him, moaning for his alpha. He hasn’t had this in so long and he can’t help but to just ride out the feeling. He can’t do anything but take what Max has to give him, feels himself simmering under, floaty, warm, happy, both so deeply in and out of his body at the same time.

Daniel can feel Max’s knot and the way it grows, the way Max has to push a little harder now until finally he locks into place. When he feels Max come inside him, deep and satisfying every omega desire he has, Daniel comes too – again – not even hearing himself and the involuntary little omega coos he lets out as Max fills him.

When he’s through the intensity of it all, coming back to himself out of his omega fog, there’s Max safely on top of him, inside of him, stroking through Daniel’s sweaty curls and pressing kisses over his cheek and nose, nuzzling in. Daniel blinks up at him and can’t help the soft little ‘oh’ he whimpers when he sees the tears welled in Max’s pretty blue eyes.

“I haven’t heard you do that in so long,” Max says, as he leans in to press a kiss to Daniel’s lips. “I missed it, missed you, like this,” he says as he tucks his head down and nuzzles into Daniel’s neck to graze his teeth over the mating mark there. Daniel clings to Max, shivering at the pressure against his mark, feels overwhelmed with it all.

“Thanks for waiting for me,” Daniel whispers as he closes his eyes. Max has been the most patient, loving, kind alpha Daniel’s never felt he deserved.

Max’s warm, deep alpha rumble against his chest is all the answer Daniel needs.

#summerofcum2023 #maxiel #depressed omega daniel #my ficlet

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chaos-has-theories · 1 month ago

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For the ask meme: Night Watch, the discworld novel.

(reverse unpopular opinion asks)

oh my GOD the easier question would be what do I NOT love about this book, and the answer is: Nothing, i like it too much.

I love the discworld books in general - of course I do - but I might make an argument for loving Night Watch best. I've certainly read it more often than any of the others, which includes The Truth (which I had on my list of books for my final high school exams, but that's a whole other story) and Amazing Maurice (my first Pratchett).

I am absolutely and completely in awe with how that book manages to give you capital E Emotions. I see lilac and I am immediately thrown into this Memory and I'm like - why? I wasn't even there, why would I wear the lilac? Except I WAS, I was there five times and counting. But then it's like, who are you mourning? Reg Shoe got back up. You barely get to meet the others. And what, are you waving the flag? Singing the anthem? The point is that the glorious revolution wasn't glorious, that it was barely a revolution, Snapcase was just as bad and anyway it was the conspirators up top who took down Winder -

but that doesn't mean it doesn't matter, right?

Every person safe behind the barricades matters. Burning down Cable Street matters. Getting back home to your wife and son, that matters too.

I think it's good to remember that, occasionally.

#thank youuuuuu agh now I'm having Emotions again #discworld #chaos rambles #night watch #mayasaura

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lazodiac · 7 months ago

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Yesterday I went out for a doctor's appointment. The clinic is in this strip of buildings, and near it is a pizza hut. It was around 8:25 at the time, and when we arrived I noticed a seagull standing patiently at the door. I left the car and approached, observing, because birds doing things that are slightly atypical of regular birds is a fun thing to watch.

The seagull was just standing there. No other gulls were around. There were people about, making noise and cleaning up trash revealed by the snow finally being gone. One rather rude lady did a racism at someone for daring to drop a candy wrapper. Very unpleasant, especially since I knew the lady from previous moments of my life. The person she was racist against later tried to spit on her car but didn't know which one was hers and got the wrong one.

Anyway, the customer. He just sat there. Occasionally he honk, occasionally he bonk. It wasn't a classic gull noise you'd hear at the sea-side, or from later seagulls that will show up. It was more of a honk, definitely, sometimes extended in length. His pecking usually focused at the divide between winder and glass, but sometimes was up on the glass, and always a double-rap of "th-thok".

Intrigued I decided to approach to take a better picture. Once I got up to the pizza hut's bespoke sidewalk area, the seagull began to leave- not in a flurry of wings and rush and panic, but in a tentative sort of waddle away from the door to get a better look at me (I was attempting to hide behind the architecture of the building so as to not spook the customer).

I then returned to my initial safe distance, and the customer immediately got back in line to continue his task of honking and bonking. He really wanted that pizza, and near as I can tell simply was trying to perform the human ritual. The pizza hut is no longer an eat-in restaurant, instead just a massive building that has had all of its seating area blocked off and reduced to a singular kiosk window. People go to the door, knock, come in, get pizza, leave. So the customer was attempting to do similar, and clearly confused about why it was not working. No za! Why no za!? He do the thing!!

My medical appointment was at 10, so I had some time to kill, and as such I saw no reason not to sit down with my back to one of the strip-mall's pillars and just kinda watch.

Some highlights from this endeavor include;

1: Another gull appeared at some point, and got close to the customer. The customer swiped him away with a dismissive wing swing that held the clearest "yo **** off" I've ever seen from an animal. 2: Another gull appeared at some point, got close, and straight up started screaming in the customer's face. The customer ruffled up about it and screamed back and when their near total scream-argument ended, the aggressor left and the customer got back into position. 3: Another gull, a more normal gull, appeared and briefly roosted up on one of the lamp posts that don't have any light sources. He seemed far more normal as far as birds go.

Finally, as 9:40 rolled around, I got up to go, and bid the customer farewell. I took one final picture, and then told the customer I hoped he got his pizza. I picked up the soda bottle that was present on the ground before the litterer showed up that the racist lady was mad about- notably she didn't pick it up herself, instead just being racist about it- and took it into the dollar general to throw it away. When I left the dollar general the customer was gone, having left as I turned to leave myself.

Someone elsewhere asked if the seagull was actually my familiar, but sadly I didn't recognize it.

My girlfriend also (jokingly) suggested letting it in to help it get pizza, but sadly I do not control the Pizza Hut.

#animals being animals #laugh rule #but also #nature is beautiful #seagulls #life anecdotes #photography

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cielenruine · 5 months ago

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a last kiss before one goes away.

[dream]

“Your vision is too narrow. You gotta see the bigger picture for once, Matt.”

“And no, you don’t get to call me naive for thinking that way. You’re too stubborn, and you’re a Margrave now.”

“Have more empathy, even if it hurts.”

The two sat on a grassy hill, under a willow tree. Behind them, in the distance, was the royal palace- and before them, a lake. It was within the royal estate, safe from any potential attacks, not that there was any danger to truly worry about. A lazy afternoon with the sky shifting into pastel tones above as dusk grew closer. The type of day spent sparring or messing around the palace, wrapped up with a nice nap in the fields before returning for dinner- though what happened earlier was left vague and hazy.

Young, the two of them. Freshly out of the academy, both given their respective titles despite remnants of baby fat still stuck to their cheeks. Lambert a little sleepy, blinking slowly, peaceful as he smiled at their idle talk.

Then he opened his eyes a little winder, turning his head around. “Ah, Kriem is calling me. I gotta go before he starts chasing me with a Levin Sword.” There was no sound to be heard, or if there was it was only for Lambert’s ears- it was the call of his wife, so it made sense.

He made a move to get up, sitting on his knee with a sigh. A smirk bloomed on his lips as he leaned towards Matthias and pressed a kiss to his cheek before fully getting up. “There, a goodnight kiss for you, you big ol’ baby.” He chuckled loudly.

The young king looked towards the palace behind them, silent for a moment.

“Don’t be late tomorrow, ok? I’ll be sad if I don’t get to see you.”

“Anyway, gotta go. Bye, Matt.”

Lambert began his way towards the palace, pace easy and calm, before fading into the horizon.

His funeral was tomorrow, so he had to get ready.

He had never understood him. He never would. He had thought his mind made peace with that, yet here Matthias found himself once again seeing it. It was all such a blur, the waltz they had danced all their lives. Their fighting, their spats, their cooperation, their talks...the moments they had spent alone together...It all had blended together in a moment where even still, he could do nothing but watch Lambert's back. I know that. The words couldn't pass his lips, he simply continued to gaze upon Lambert with a eyes that committed to memory the sight of the man. He wanted to remember him like this. This man that he could find his own peace within. I didn't ask for that. He never had. the responsibility was crushing. No matter how well he could handle it, no matter how much he knew Lambert was counting on him...he hadn't asked for any of it. And then his heart sank. "Don't go." It was all he could manage between the pain in his chest. He had only been able to brave it because of him...He would be the one to make it all worth it, all the sacrifices, all the pain and sorrow...he'd wipe it away . He couldn't reach out. Maybe if he hadn't been so dependent...maybe if he had put his foot down, been able to see as Lambert did...guide him as he should have...maybe it wouldn't have ended up as it had. The kiss was fleeting and Lambert was off as quickly as he always was...yet it burned. He had no right to complain. He continued to sit just as he was and watch Lambert step forth into that orange haze. He'd always been so braze even in the face of such horrid odds. He adhered too strictly to his own promise. They both couldn't be fools...yet who was the fool here?

When his eyes opened the room was still dark and his heart was beating in his ears like a drum. He had no right to long for such a thing. It had been his own ignorance...his own complacency with things as they were that had taken those days away. A hand came up to touch his cheek and once more he felt that burn alongside a tear he hadn't even realized had fallen. "It seems I'm still quite the baby, Your Majesty."

#[ic]#[we’ve investigated the link further]#[support: lambert]#[oh how the days lose count of themselves]

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yuriko-mukami · 2 years ago

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Continuation of the Interaction

with @myoiliz-rpacc

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

Some time had passed since Liz had visited the Mukamis. Yuriko still wasn’t sure what to think about the whole situation. She could tell that Ruki hadn’t been too happy about the turn of events either, yet they had agreed to go to the ball.

Still, Yuriko couldn’t help but feel nervous. She didn’t like crowds or parties and especially parties with crowds. Being around demons wasn’t very safe either. She surely hoped that not too many vampires there had gotten a taste for kitsune blood. But Liz had said that the violence wouldn’t break out if Ruki and Yuriko attended this ball, so it was worth doing.

While waiting for things to move forward, Yuriko tried to keep herself as busy as possible. Today the weather was nice so she volunteered to help Yuma out in the garden. But a nice warm winder and the scent of starting spring were too good and after not sleeping well for a few nights, Yuriko soon found herself leaning against a tree. She would close her eyes only for a little while…

“Oi! Who said ya can doze off? Ya told yer gonna help me out!”

Yawning, Yuriko opened her eyes and gazed at Yuma who seemed to be higher up than usual.

Oh no… not again!

“Geez, Vixen! Ya shouldn’t let this happen on my watch. Now come here, let’s get ya to Ruki.”

Before Yuriko couldn’t do anything, Yuma had already taken a hold of her nape and lifted her in his grasp. Her whole world was swaying as he strode towards the front door. And just then the scent of the Vibora hit Yuriko’s nose.

“Whatta—?”

“You smelled it too, Yuma-kun?”

“Sure thing, Vixen.”

“It’s Lizbeth-san. Ruki told about her at the dinner table.”

Yuma nodded and hurried closer to the lingering scent, still holding Yuriko as he went. Finally, he stopped in front of the young woman who seemed captured by the beauty of the garden. Yet once again, she had arrived uninvited.

“Oi! Sow! What the hell yer doin’ here?”

“Umh… Yuma-kun…” Yuriko’s cheeks heated by the rude words the vampire was spouting so badly she was happy that no one could not see her embarrassment right now. Though it wasn’t necessarily a good thing for Liz to see her like this, still, Yuriko couldn’t do much about it right now. So, maybe it was better to act like there was nothing unusual going on. “Lizbeth-san… What brings you here?”

#myoiliz rpacc #myoi lizbeth ann #yuriko tsukino #yuma mukami #kitsune!yuriko #interactions #(( i started a new one again ))

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xtelary · 2 years ago

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dukwin23 · 1 year ago

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#watch winder safe

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kyberled · 2 years ago

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OLD DRABBLES I’M FINALLY DOING

@rcvival asked:

five times happy: ( five times the sender made the receiver happy. ) 🌺✨

He sits on the edge of the crate and just watches. He’s not sure Maul’s aware of him, yet. Either way, there’s no reason to interrupt. He’s clearly focusing very intently on what he’s doing. Braig leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees.

He’s not sure he’s ever seen this form before. He recognizes some of the moves - there’s only so many ways to throw a punch, after all - but the pattern is new. It’s fascinating to watch. Maul finishes, stands up, exhales. He glances over his shoulder and Braig raises his eyebrows innocently.

“Are you entertained?” Maul asked wryly. Braig pretended he missed the sarcasm and nodded twice.

“Very.” He hopped off the crate and dusted himself off before folding his hands behind his back. “It’s nice to see you training again.” Maul huffed and looked away. Braig took a few steps forwards, peering around his friend(?)’s crossed arms to get a better look. “Can you teach me?”

That got his attention.

“Teach you?” Maul turned to face him, nose wrinkling in confusion. Braig nodded again.

“The form you were doing. I’ve never seen it before.”

For a few moments, Maul just stares at him. Braig blinks back. It’s clear there’s quite a few thoughts going through Maul’s head, and Braig knows better than to interrupt. After another beat, Maul made a point of sighing and rolling his eyes, but nodded towards the training floor.

“Come along, then.” He turned and started walking. Braig grinned brightly and tried not to look too eager as he jogged after Maul. He could hardly wait.

—

This was risky. He knew that. He was fairly sure Maul knew it, too. But, if he was being fair, ‘risk’ defined both of their lives. It came hand in hand with the Force.

But many things, Braig had found, were worth the risks that came with them. Starships in spaceports were safe, and all that.

“Good morning.” He called. A stirring in the Force up ahead. Braig fully expected that to be the only acknowledgement he got - Maul had the remarkable talent to swing between being silent and being verbose like a pendulum - so he’s pleasantly surprised when he gets more.

“I was wondering when you’d be back.” Maul’s voice comes from the darkness up ahead. Though he’s gotten to know him quite well, it still sends a bit of a chill down Braig’s spine. It’s half eyes on him, half tendrils of the Dark side, but he pushes it down. (It’s not as cold as it used to be. That’s a good sign.)

“I’m back now.” Braig says. Maul steps out of the darkness and nods once, a small, nearly imperceptible movement.

“So I’ve noticed.” Maul says.

“Can I come in?” Braig asks, tilting his head to the side. Maul glances back into the shadows. He hesitates, but this is a different sort of hesitation. It’s not the usual calculated pause. It’s almost… Nervous? Sheepish? Nothing he really associated with Maul. Braig frowns his concern.

“I had hoped you would come later.” Maul says. He crosses his arms and doesn’t elaborate. Braig furrows his brow and tries (unsuccessfully) to peer around Maul. It’s still too dark to make anything out.

“Why? Am I interrupting something?” He glances back up to Maul. Maul’s frown deepens. His brow furrows, he closes his eyes… And he sighs.

“Follow me.” He says, and doesn’t wait for a response. Braig blinks and does as he’s told. They travel down the hall into a winder chamber. Braig pauses to look around. It’s simply decorated, with high ceilings, and–

“Catch.” Maul’s voice draws his attention. The Force accompanies the command with a light whistle. Braig’s hands come out without thought and he catches a… Wooden stick?

“What’s this?” Braig furrows his brow and turns the stick around. No, it’s not a stick. It’s a training weapon. It looks hand-carved, it’s well balanced. There’s a hilt, a pommel, a smooth bevel to indicate a blade without providing any danger. He holds it up to the dim light of the room.

“You wanted to learn.” Maul said simply. “You will use this.” Braig looked from him back to the weapon. There was an unspoken ‘instead of a lightsaber’ that hung between them. Maul’s recovery was still a work in progress. Braig doesn’t bring that up. Instead, he gives the weapon a few experimental twirls, switches it between his hands a couple times, then nods his approval.

“I like it.” He decides. Maul nods, and the slight upturn of his chin echoes the proud satisfaction that tinges the Force.

“Good. … It is best that you keep it with you, so that you may get used to it.” Maul says. “I do not have time for error.”

Ah.

A gift, then. Just presented in Maul’s own special way. Braig grinned, holding back a chuckle. He’d have to figure out an explanation for when the masters asked where this came from, but that was Future Braig’s problem. For now, he was going to enjoy the feeling of a new gift, and the excitement of knowing that it was a good sign for his friend(?)’s recovery.

“So.” He straightens, once more twirling the weapon in his hands. “When’s my first lesson?”

—

“I… Can’t believe that went as well as it did.” Braig says, sitting heavily on the ledge of the building. He lets his shoulders sag for just a moment, before righting himself and echoing Maul’s proper posture.

“It was a trivial matter.” Maul sniffed. A pause, and then he glanced over to Braig. “... Though I am also glad.” Braig huffed a quiet laugh and let a tired smile cross his features. It’s quiet out here. No bickering politicians. No debating masters. No soldiers standing guard. He loved his masters and his men, of course, but after all that, he needed a breather. The cool evening air was perfect for that. The stars sparkled brightly overhead. The universe seemed to breathe a relieved sigh along with him.

“So.” He breaks the silence again, swinging his feet. "What will you do now?" Maul angled his head to the side. The silence seems to become a little heavier. He furrowed his brow deeply.

"My… Former master is still out there." He said. The Force around him got colder. Braig frowned and nodded.

"That's true." Perhaps not the most comforting response, but an honest one. Mail deserved honesty. He had been lied to enough. "But you aren't facing him alone anymore." Maul looks down.

"No." He says, then looks up with a faint smile that Braig returns tenfold. "I suppose I am not."

—-

"You've been practising." Maul says from behind him. Braig stops and glances over his shoulder.

"Every day." He says, relaxing his posture. Maul nods as Braig turns to face him. “It’s a force of habit.”

“A commendable habit to develop.” Maul keeps his hands loosely behind his back as he walks. He stops beside Braig and glances sidelong at him. “Shall I join you?” Braig blinks. He glances down to the sabers in his hands, then back up to Maul.

"Are you sure?" He asked. Maul held out his hand, but Braig still found himself hesitating. Maul had had some rather… Adverse, reactions to holding a saber before. It hadn't gone well. Braig hadn't asked why. Maul would tell him when he was ready, or he wouldn't. It wasn't Braig's place to push. Maul didn't retract his hand. Braig let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding and dropped the saber into Mail's waiting palm.

Nothing happened.

Braig looked up at Maul. Maul was staring intently at the saber. Braig kept staring at Maul. Maul drew a slow, deliberate breath.

The saber ignited.

There was another pause. Nothing happened. Braig looked at the saber, then looked at Maul. Maul was staring at the saber. Braig realised he was holding his breath. So was Maul. Neither of them moved. After a pause, Maul huffed a breath.

“As I said.” He said, straightening his spine. “Shall I join you?” After one more blink, Braig nods and smiles.

“I’d like that.” He twirls his other saber in his hand. “Maybe I could trouble you for some pointers?” There’s a twitch to Maul’s expression that might almost be a smile, and he nods once.

“I might have the patience for that.”

—-----

He senses Maul’s presence long before he hears him approach. That's become commonplace. Maul doesn’t bother hiding himself when it’s just them. Braig likes to think that’s a good thing.

“You’re rather dour today.” Maul sits on the ledge beside Braig. Braig sighs and manages a smile, tilting his head just enough to glance at his friend.

“Is it that obvious?” He leaned forward to prop his elbows on his knees. Maul arches a brow.

“It’s far from your usual demeanour.” He says, turning his gaze to the horizon. The sky seems so dark, so grey. Braig isn’t sure whether that’s the result of pollution, or his own perception. Perhaps a combination.

“I guess I’m just tired.” Braig followed his gaze. It had been so different here, once, long ago. It had been beautiful. Full of life, full of colour. Now it was cold, empty, washed out. The Empire seemed to have a habit of doing that. There’s a long silence, and Braig doesn’t bother parsing the Force to figure out what Maul was feeling. Maul will tell him, soon enough, if he wants to. And, by the way he shifts, he does.

“You miss them.” It’s not a question, and yet Braig still feels compelled to answer.

“I do.” Braig says, ducking his head and letting his hair fall in front of his face. In a way, it’s a comfort. It’s a shield. Unfortunately, a shield cannot block hurt that’s already settled in. “I know they’re not really gone,” he drags his fingers along the stone beside him, feeling the rough grit of the rooftop against his skin, “that they’re in the Force around me. And I know that, someday, I’ll be a part of the Force, too, but…”

“But it feels a poor substitute.” Maul finishes. Braig nods. For another long moment, neither of them says a word. There’s just the sound of their breath, the sound of the wind around them. Maul inhales, then breaks the silence.

“Kenobi and I- Never saw eye to eye.” He begins, and Braig can’t help a small laugh.

“That’s an understatement.” He mutters. Maul ignores him.

“I’m not sure that I can speak for him. And I was even less acquainted with the others of your Order.” Another pause, and Maul glances sidelong at Braig. “But I have seen the work that you do. The people you have helped - myself included. You have changed the galaxy in ways not many would dare try.” And now, he turns to face Braig properly. “If there is anyone who should be carrying on the legacy of the Jedi, I think they would be glad that it’s you.”

Braig looks back at him and, for a long time, says nothing. If there’s a tightness in his throat, a falter in his breath, a faint welling in his eyes, Maul doesn’t comment on it.

But he doesn’t pull away when Braig leans against his shoulder, either.

#rcvival #&& best foot forward; ic #&& as best i can; answers #&& changing the course; braig and maul #&& far far away; drabbles

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mimiwrites · 2 years ago

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Much longer story today I wanted to try something new with this one, also this one isn’t finished yet I want to write two different endings for this one so I’ll post both of those endings in different post I hope you enjoy reading it.

Day 3 of adventreebark

hide/seek

Hide

Ren was always aware about how his people saw him. He always knew how much his people cared for him and looked up to him, but he never got to experience their love and appreciation up close. It was always from a distance, always just slightly out of reach. Every time someone from outside of the castle came to see him to show their appreciation, they were always just slightly out of reach; never allowed entry into his halls unless guarded by guards and searched from head to toe by his advisers orders.

He was the king, yes; however, that did not mean he wished to see his subjects searched and questioned just to show him their appreciation, to show him how much they cared for him. Even when he would ask the guards to step outside and ask the person who wished to meet him what they needed, he never felt that he was able to connect with them how he wished to, and was always feeling as though they were being watched.

Though he suspects that was because he was being overheard and watched he was the king after all he knew his guards and advisor would never leave him alone with someone who they did not see worthy or trusting. No matter how hard he tried to ease their suspensions he knew it wouldn’t have made a difference.

though he guess that’s why he preferred to spend so much of his time in the royal gardens, it was perhaps one of the most peacefulness places in the entire castle not to mention one of the only places that his guards deemed safe enough for him to wander around on his own, though he suspected that wasn’t completely true considering the fact that their was another person standing not to far away from him tenting to a batch of yellow tulips, there hair just a slightly lighter shade then the tulips themselves.

It wasn’t uncommon for Ren to see this individual whenever he decided to take a stroll in the gardens. Whenever he needed a break from all of his guards and advisers, he actually knew the individual quite well; both of them enjoyed the peace and quiet of the gardens whenever they were both free to do as they pleased.

Martyn he had found was always spending his time there tending to the numerous amounts of flowers in the gardens, Ren had even found out that Martyn had been the reason why so many of the guards had deemed it safe enough to travel through the gardens alone whenever anyone besides the king entered the gardens Martyn had told him that he required them to write down when they had entered to prevent any of the flowers being stolen or damaged.

Ren had been confused by it until Martyn had explained that before he had implemented the rule that he would sometimes find that some of the flower bushes would be ruined and that some of the flowers would be picked without being properly handled which would lead to the flower bushes being cut and not properly healing which would lead to them not having enough flowers for the annual flower festival that they would regularly have around that time of year.

The flower festival was a festival that was held every year in spring to celebrate making it through the harsh winders that there kingdom usually faced. It was usually the flowers from the royal gardens that were used since they were always cared for and always held to the highest quality if Martyn had anything to say about it.

He had even suggested that Ren attend the festival regularly instead of watching it from the safety of the palace but he had explained to Martyn that even if he were to ask to attend the festival in person his advisers and guards would never allow it unless he were heavily guarded.

Martyn had frowned at that. He new how much little freedom Ren actually had in his kingdom, if it wasn’t his guards it was his advisers following his every move, Martyn wished he could take it all away and allow him some freedom to roam around the palace unguarded thought there wasn’t much he was able to do, yes he had made the gardens safe enough for Ren to travel through safely but he knew he wouldn’t be able to convince Ren’s advisers to allow him to travel through his castle safely let alone his kingdom.

Martyn knew they would never allow it, so he decided once Ren had returned to his guards and away from the gardens, he decided to come up with a way for Ren to attend the flower festival without his guards noticing. He would just need to wait until Ren returned to the gardens to explain his plan to him.

#adventreebark #adventreebark 2022 #trafficshipping #treebark #treebark week #Mimi’s stories

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