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this is Ofella’s wife, Akka. she was fighting with the rebellion against the Galran’s and couldn’t communicate to Ofella or get back home until a year after Lance first arrived.
When she get’s back Lance starts to feel like he’s invading on a family (even though he’s not everyone loves him lmao) and it’s one of the main reasons he goes off on his own to look for his own family.
AND RUEQ IS THEIR BIOLOGICAL KID bc aliens and i say so
Summary: You finally decide to tell Buc that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met buts when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
warnings: Pietro Maximoff
A/N: I went to go see Beauty and the Beast today and omggggggg it was so good. I didn’t think I was gonna like it at first (bc I like the original) but it was amazing. Also I’m sososososo tired so sorry in advance if this update is shit I just wanted to get a part out for you guys (woop woop Pietro bro)
“So what’s your plan?” Pietro asked as the three of us sat and ate our food.
You look over at him. “My plan?”
“Yeah.” he nods. “It’s obvious what you need to do.”
“And that is..?”
Pietro sets his fork down. “You have to make him jealous.”
You nearly choke on your food. “What? Are you crazy?”
“It’s obvious that he wants you, Y/N.” he playfully rolled his eyes.
“No, he wants Nat. They’re together.” you respond.
“So we break them up and bam, you two get together.”
“Piet!” you exclaim as he chuckled.
“Alright, so here’s the plan. You’re going to make him jealous and the guy doesn’t like me. I don’t know why though, I’m a very likable person but anyways, you’re going to make him jealous and what better way to make him jealous than to make him jealous with me.” he smiled. It was true, Bucky didn’t really like Pietro. You never understood why.
“I don’t know, Piet.” you sigh, moving a piece of bacon around on your plate. “What do you think Wanda?”
Pietro scoffed. “Who cares what she thinks? She’s just a kid.”
Wanda glares at her brother. “I’m not a little kid.”
“I’m twelve minutes older than you.” he smirked and she rolled her eyes.
“Yes, I know. How could I forget. You remind me every time we see each other.”
Pietro smiles and touches the tip of her nose. “младшая сестра.”
Wanda rolls her eyes again. You laugh, watching the two annoy each other (mostly Pietro annoying the hell out of Wanda) for the rest of breakfast. After eating, the three of you go back to his apartment and lounge around for a while.
“So how long should I stay? A week?” he spoke up as he laid on your lap.
“A week? You really think you can get them together within a week?” Wanda says. “Bucky’s really oblivious for an old man. Aren’t old people supposed to be wise?”
“I can do it. Trust me. They don’t call me the Love Master for nothing.” Pietro nods and both you and Wanda burst out laughing.
“No one calls you that.” you giggle.
Pietro looks up at you. “You’re a dream killer, you know?”
After spending almost the whole day at Pietro’s, the three of you drive back to the tower. Pietro had packed for a week. Upon entering the building, he drops his bags and inhales.
“Ah, I’ve missed this place.”
You smile. “You can sleep in my room if you want. I have a couch that pulls out into a bed that you can sleep on. Unless Wanda wants you to stay in her room.”
You look over at Wanda and her eyes widen as she shakes her head. “Oh god no I don’t want to be near him this whole week. Good luck with him, he’s torture.”
Pietro rolls his eyes at his sister. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“Says the drama queen.” she responds.
“I’ll have you know-”
“Alright children, that’s enough. Piet, come on, let’s get you settled in.” you step in like a mother. Pietro grabs his bags and sticks his tongue out at Wanda before following you to your room.
You show him the pull out couch, showing him how to do it before leaving to let him settle down. You felt a bit better, knowing Pietro was there. He has always been there for you no matter what and you were glad he was in your life despite how obnoxious he can get.
You enter the kitchen, seeing Steve and Wanda cooking tonight’s dinner. Tony Natasha were talking while Bucky and Sam were bickering back and forth with each other. You exhale loudly and make your way to the pantry in search for the Circus Animal Cookies. Hopefully you can-
“Y/N, what are you doing?” Steve questioned and you back out of the pantry.
You shake your head. “Nothin’.”
He squints his eyes at you. “You were looking for the animal cookies, weren’t you?”
“What? Pfft, no. I was just.. Making sure all the food was still there.”
Steve smirked, knowing you were obviously lying. “Mhm, sure.” he folds his arms over his chest. “Dinner will be ready soon.”
You salute him. “You got it, Steve-O.”
The blonde chuckled and walked back to Wanda to assist her. As you turned to leave, Bucky calls out your name, causing you to turn back around and walk towards him. Be calm and cool, Y/N. Be calm and cool.
“What’s up?” you ask, standing right in front of him.
“How was the little trip?” you knew he didn’t care so why was he asking? Men.
“It was good.” you nod.
Bucky hummed. “What did you guys do?”
“We went out for breakfast and chilled at his apartment afterwards. I was so full, I was in a food coma.” you groan, patting your stomach just thinking about how much you ate earlier. This makes Bucky laugh.
“Well I’m glad you had fun.”
You nod in response.
“How are things with Nat? It was a big step to come out to everyone.” you say, suddenly feelings the stinging sensation in your chest.
“That’s good.” you smiled. You wished for an escape, not wanting to be near Bucky anymore. You don’t even understand how you’ve lasted this long being with him and not breaking down.
“So uh, when are you gonna go see Pietro again? Is this gonna be a regular thing, you going off to see him?” Bucky questioned. He asks the weirdest questions.
“Actually..” you were about to tell him that Pietro was there and would be staying for a week when in waltzes Pietro in all his glory.
“Hey guys!” he exclaimed before walking over to you and Bucky. “Hello, my love.” he wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses your temple.
“Hey Piet.” you murmur.
Pietro looks over at Bucky and smiled. “Bucky, old friend, long time no see.”
Bucky’s features harden and he glares at the blonde. “What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t tell him?” Pietro looks at you.
“I was about to until you came in.”
He looks back at Bucky. “I’m staying for a week. Really missed this cutie.” he cuddles you to him.
“Where are you staying? I don’t think there’s-”
He cuts Bucky off. “With Y/N.”
Bucky shuts his mouth and goes right back to glaring at Pietro. He seriously doesn’t like him.
“Can we watch High School Musical tonight? My singing voice has gotten better.” Pietro says as he guides you away from Bucky. The brunette watches as the two of you sit on the couch and he can’t help but feel angry.
A/N: It’s short I knooowwwww I’m sorry. Tell me what ya think anyways.
Sam Heughan as James Alexander Malcom MacKenzie Fraser (continued)
The men then would not talk about their feelings,” he chuckles. “Life at that point was very dangerous and very short. He had to look out for himself, protect himself, and I think that initial [distance] is where it stems from.”
Aside from his relationship with Claire, Jamie’s actions in season one are largely driven by his interactions with Black Jack Randall. That first season outlines their violent history and then brings them together once more for a horrific dark passage of the soul in Wentworth Prison.
“I remember building up to it, thinking, Can I do this?” he says. “As an actor, you’re not even sure if you can go there or if it scares you to go there.”
It took about a week and a half to film the torture sequence. “With all the prosthetics and makeup involved, we were doing four hours of prosthetics in the morning before shooting,” he explains. “I’m coming in at four A.M., and then, obviously, a couple of hours at night to take it off. And then in between takes, I couldn’t just go off on my own to sit and relax. I would have to go into the makeup room and get all of the back prosthetics touched up. There’s no break in that. They were long, long days,” he remembers.
“In the evening, there was the process of taking off all the makeup and prosthetics and having a shower,” he recalls. “That was kind of the way to release it all and get rid of it. Everyone would leave the studio and I would stay there and do a quick workout in the gym, just to do something. I was staying in a little bed-and-breakfast right next door to the studio because we were in so early in the morning, so I was living this strange little life. I think that helped, living in this little bubble. It felt very much like being in this prison cell and that was my little world for that week and a half.
“In the real darkness of it, in between takes of some pretty heady stuff, I do remember [director] Anna Foerster coming up to me and saying, ‘Let it go now. Just go and relax. We got it.’ That was such a relief when it was over,” he says. Heughan says he’s grateful to get the opportunity to play such intense content.
“When you’re dealing with such big, emotional darkness, it’s great to be able to take yourself there. In TV, you don’t always get to do that, so it’s nice to be given the opportunity to really stretch yourself.”
Excerpt From: Tara Bennett & Diana Gabaldon. “The Making of Outlander: The Series.”
It was a quiet chaos that he needed. The need to descend
into complete madness to be there. I was a part of something good, he said. I
was the light, and he needed the dark to be the person he needed to be…
His muscles flexed, the strength shooting out of him like a
bullet. Another blow. Another shot to the bag. Another wretched feeling thrown
to the wall, beaten and cursed like his body felt. He struck again, this time
falling into the bag, begging for it to hit back. Fucking hit back, he cried, his
arms circling the black leather, his taped fingers clutching at the smooth
texture, nails digging in.
He dropped to his knees, elbows on his thighs as his clenched
fists cradled his temples. He had no more to give tonight, but too much taken
I wanted to go to him, then. Wanted him to beat me. Wanted
his bloody fists bruising my breasts, his fingers tight around my legs as he
begged forgiveness. I would give it to him, if it meant he would find peace.
I stayed away, though. Stayed back, in the shadows, far from
the anger of the fluorescent beacon of the gym. It wasn’t time, yet. He needed
to beat himself up. Needed to take the energy of the day and bring it to its
knees. But it always brought him down first. Each night he would tie a noose
around his anguish of the day, fully intent on watching it dance, choking slowly,
before swaying its stench of rotting flesh in the breeze as death finally stole
it away. Each night I watched him fail that goal, the anguish stealing his
body, sucking the life out of the man I love.
He would be back. Sam would come home. Sam would be proud that
he went where Jamie needed to go.
He asked me to stay away. We had spoken but a few times
during the day. As the morning glow of dawn would cross my bedroom floor, I
would stretch out the kinks of sleep in my bed. I’d turn to find a message
waiting for me on my phone. Each day, I’d snap the phone from my bedside table,
open the harsh light to my sleepy eyes, and read a simple message. He was okay.
Tired. Missing me. But okay. I would sigh and fall back into my bed. Our bed. I’d
run my hand along the empty space where he would lay, his smell still lingering
in the sheets.
As the day wore on, I’d get maybe a message near noon, then
nothing. The day would break him down. The scenes would open his chest, pluck
another piece of his soul, then bind him back together with a rusty needle and
wire for thread.
We had fought so much the week prior. He had told me his
plans and I had fought him. Promised him
that I would be there for him each evening, but he turned a cheek. I had to
watch him leave. I wasn’t allowed to visit him. After our scenes together with
Tobias, I had been broken. I hadn’t been strong enough to bear his pain, the
way he did mine. Sam had taken me aside afterward, held me. I should have been
I cinched my coat tighter as we left the gym. I kept a good
pace behind him, but stalked him like prey. If his stride hastened, mine did as
well. When he slowed, I all but stopped. Whether he sensed me, I do not know,
but each time he looked behind, the glow of his face breaking through the dark rain-filled
night, I ducked into the very shadows he had been living in.
I curled my side against the brick wall in the alley of the
B&B he had been staying at. Closing my eyes, I raised my face to the sky,
the rain washing away all sorrow I felt in his absence.
I hadn’t planned this. Hadn’t wanted any part of being in a
relationship. Scotland was supposed to be a break from that life. A chance to
focus solely on my career. But there I was, just a few short months ago, enjoying
a beautiful and rare sunny day with my co-star and suddenly he laughed at
something he had said. A story he had been telling me, that I cannot even
recall, and quite unexpectedly, my heart staggered, tripped, and fell squarely
into his strong hands.
He never gave it back.
I tucked Sam’s smile away, safe in my memory, for another
time, and stepped into the B&B. No one was out front, so I headed up the
stairs. I waited by his door, my heart racing, my thoughts flying from one
thought to the another.
Would he want me here? No. He asked me to stay away. Would
he throw me out? I don’t think he had the strength. Nor I, if asked, to walk
I tried the door, it wasn’t locked. I opened it, walking in
a few steps. Light from the street cast a ghostly shadow across the floor. He
hadn’t closed the drapes, and I could see his half-naked form curled on his
side, facing the door, on the bed. The dark linen sheets rested comfortably
across his hips.
His eyes were open to the door. His dark, quiet, stare
shocked me inside. He lay motionless, barely a rise of his chest could be seen.
I undressed before him, leaving my wet clothes to gather on the floor, while a
puddle quickly formed around them.
Sam moved his form back, giving me room on the bed. I sat near
his hip, watching his face. I remember taking his hand from its resting place,
my lips falling to the battered knuckles. I closed my eyes, bathing the cuts in
my comfort. I kissed each knuckle, rubbing it across my cheek, feeling his body
against mine. When I opened my eyes, I saw sadness in his.
Could he not leave Jamie be, tonight? Could he not guide
himself back to the light?
I took each finger in my mouth, sucking gently, like a
gluttoned newborn. The fever of starvation gone, or, at the very least, at bay,
and just savouring the warmth of another body. I watched his breathing increase
faintly. Just a hint of arousal in his breath, but I would set that aside for
When I finished with one hand, I took the other. Sam rolled
on his back, as I positioned myself fully on the bed. I made love to his
fingers. They were strong like him, but showed the signs of battle that needed
time to heal. Time to feel loved, before they were sent to fight another day.
With the bathing complete, I pulled both of his hands to my
lips, kissing each knuckle once more, before resting them on his chest.
My words spliced through the night, like a wolf cry in the
wood, piercing the soul. He remained quiet. Still. Not wholly understanding the
words for a moment. Slowly, he turned on his stomach, his bare back exposed to
the air. I tugged the sheets down a bit and straddled his thighs. I lowered my
naked body down to his back, resting my cheek against his shoulder-blade, the
hard muscles, like iron, under my skin.
I listened to his breathing, waiting for our hearts to join
in union. To beat the same beat. I could feel him settle beneath me, and I
raised myself, my fingers tracing his back, where marks from the prosthesis had
been. I gently laid a kiss along each muscle, across each crease of skin, and into
each valley along his back.
His body is mighty and he pushes it hard, as he does with
his mind. He craves knowledge and strives for excellence. I come alive when he’s
inside my body, like he’s passing me all this joy and child wonder through his
skin to mine. The most adult of acts, the most carnal of desires we express and
demand of each other, almost seem childlike with him. There’s an innocence to
his guilty pleasures.
And I feel alive when he’s in my mind. I can see him
standing on mountain tops, waving with a wide smile plastered across his face.
I can see the sadness in him when I leave him, and the proud father that beams
out of him when he holds Eddie. He’s in
damn near every thought I call my own and I often wonder if it’s the same for
him. But I know it is. And sometimes I hate it, and most times I love it until
it hurts. Until I feel terrified that it will leave someday.
My kisses turn from sweet and tender, to passionate, as I
crawl into his skin, needing his feel across my face. His taste is salty under
my skin. Salt with a little mix of soap. I can’t quite smell him yet and I scrape
his back gently, with my nails, eager for his arousal to bring forth the heady
scent of him at his finest.
I try to push my sexual desires aside. I want to care for
him. But Sam stirs beneath me, and I raise myself, so he can roll over on his
back. His cock, hard and ready, rests against my ass. No. Not yet. I kiss his
chest, my tongue taking a languid stroll across his nipples and through his
chest hair. I feel his hands fall loosely across my back, tracing my skin, reminding
himself of the touch and feel of a woman. The touch and feel of a woman that
I lay my body down, his cock trapped between us, the wetness
of my centre, coating it in liquid sex. He doesn’t enter me, but we rock slowly
together. I try to kiss him, but he turns away, burying his face in my hair. I
can feel his chest constrict as he weeps quietly into my hair. I stop my
movements, concern beating desire, but he holds my head in his hands, watching
“No,” he says quietly, “don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He releases my head, turning into my hair once more as I
begin to move in time with him. Our bodies are wet with desire. Anguish and
sorrow make the strangest of bedfellows with passion. I want him inside me, filling
me with all he has to give. But tonight, that is more then he can give, so I
just move with him.
Our bodies speed up, and I can feel my cheek wet with his
tears. I take his hand, kissing his bruised knuckles once more, while his other
hand clutches my back, holding onto me for dear life. When we climax, we do it
through kisses and tears, sadness and joy, our bodies soaked from our release
and the strive to get there. My name, my full name – Caitriona – falls from his
lips, but drowns in my hair, as we float back down into our bodies.
It’s quiet now. No sounds, but his soft breathing, sleep
dragging him under.
Sam slept in my arms that night, but his body never rested.
Even in sleep, his hands gripped me, fearing I would fall away.
I never will.
I can’t live without my heart. And he won’t give it back.
I just read your Izetta fics and hnngh now I feel the need to see those two with swords and being great and handsome. They'd totally look good in anything, royal guard uniform, tux, dress, etc. And I'm curious, royal guards were only shown wielding guns around, do they really have swords in the show?
They never wear them in the show, but in BUNBUN’s complete original design of the royal guard uniforms, they have a cool half-cape, a hat, and a sword:
(Fun fact: they also revealed two names of the other royal guards there: the blonde with the bangs as Beatrice and the dark-haired one as Christa)
Lol ok anon here’s some more Izetta and Fine wielding swords and looking good in anything:
I'm in love with monsta x even more now 😍😍 so I feel the need to request, --what would mx do if you were to randomly hold their hand while you guys are walking down the street, but you're just friends? (They like you and you like them but you're not dating)?? Thanks my queen!,💗
Shownu is old-school polite, so he’d probably gently let go because he doesn’t want to do anything that might be inappropriate, especially not in public. He would rather you first be secure in your romantic feelings for each other than to just hold your hand because you’re simply friends. Don’t take it the wrong way though, he just want to keep affectionate gestures - even small ones - special for when you two are actually together.
Kihyun would jump at the chance to pull out some of his wit and he’d just be like “Oh, was your hand cold or am I being flirted with right now?” depending on your answer you could either shyly mumble that yes, your hand was cold and Kihyun is your friend so he can’t let you be cold OR you could wink and be like “Which do you prefer?” and for the first time you might be able to leave him speechless.
Hyungwon would look down at your hands briefly, but then assume you didn’t want to lose him in the crowd. You’ve got to be a bit more direct when it comes to him because he’ll never draw the right conclusions. You’ll hold hand for a long time though, and at some point he might even tell you he likes the feeling of your hand in his.
Minhyuk is someone who seems completely comfortable with this kind of skinship between friends, but he likes you so he’d secretly try to do something to see how you’d react. Instead of just holding hands, he’d intertwine your fingers and maybe rub the back of your palm with his thumb. Seeing you not pull away or get uncomfortable will make feel all giddy inside.
Wonho would kind of jump in surprise before sheepishly asking what you’re doing. People think he’s a flirt with lots of confidence, but in reality things like holding hands making him blush and he’d be like “I-Is this ok? A-Are you sure?” and you’d nod slowly and feel Wonho’s palm get sweaty. But it’s cute, both of you guys get butterflies in your stomach.
Jooheon would immediately assume something is up and he’d be like “Why did you grab my hand? Is someone following us? Were you falling behind?” and you’d have to admit that you just did it because you wanted to, to which Jooheon will try to chuckle it off but also in his head he’ll be screaming about how this is really happening, Jooheon don’t mess this up!
Changkyun/IM would squeeze your hand and be like “Couldn’t resist?” and you’ll be like “What do you mean?” and Changkyun, who is famously straightforward, would go “The urge to touch me.” and you’d flame up red and he’ll just be grinning, but he’d love holding your hand. He’d even swing them a bit and keep telling you that if you want to hold his hand - hold it like you mean it.