A/N: This literally took me hours, lol. I’m not even ashamed, I just hope it turned out aright since I’m not normally a smut writer. Also– ft. alternate ending for Rogue One but fair warning, it’s still mildly depressing. It’s not fluff, it’s not angst…it’s like…flangst. I’m also a huge hopeless, romantic sap. Okay I’m done waffling now. #fixitfic2k17
Cassian’s grip was tight around my shoulders as we watched the world around us fade away. Fear clutched my heart in a cold, iron grip, making it feel as if my blood had turned to ice. The three of us exchanged worried looks, Cass slung in-between Jyn and I, too weak to stand on his own. Hopelessness began to replace the triumph I had felt only moments before, until I heard the sweet sound of a ship engine. I craned my neck and heard a relieved laugh escape Jyn as a rebel fighter ship lowered itself onto the beach and hovered over the sand. Inside, several rebel fighters were watching frantically at us and I knew we had maybe seconds before Scarif was gone.
Cassian grunted in pain as I helped him climb into the ship, two other pairs of hands reaching from inside to pull him him. Jyn and I followed, hopping in just as the pilot began to pull away from the beach. My entire body ached with exhaustion, but it was nothing compared to the state of my heart as I looked around the ship and saw no other familiar face. I tugged on the sleeve of the nearest rebel fighter. He leaned toward me, turning his head to hear my voice over the road of the engines.
You stir ever so slightly, opening your eyes slowly as you remember that last night, you snuggled in beside your boyfriend in his bed - as you often did when you visited him at his dorms.
You smile to yourself while recalling how last night, you laughed so much that you cried at the comical banter of all 7 boys while you watched a movie with them and played board games together.
You remember laying on the sofa in between Youngjae’s legs, how his tight embrace under your shoulders and around your frame made you feel so secure and loved. And occasionally, when no one was looking, he would sneak a kiss in the form of laying his lips gently on your neck.
That’s when you feel Youngjae moving around to face you in the bed, his eyes still heavy with sleep as he smiles delicately at you. “Good morning (Y/N)~ Did you sleep okay?” he asks, as he snuggles up into the warmth of your body, laying his head on your chest while wrapping his arms around your waist.
You lean your head down a little, planting a kiss on his forehead where his hair naturally sweeps itself off his face; causing him to smile and further nestle himself into your comforting presence.
“I slept well…how about you?” you ask him as you run your fingers through his soft locks, listening to his gentle breathing and feeling it hit your bare skin where the neckline of his oversized shirt begins on you.
Youngjae grins to himself even more, knowing that usually he didn’t sleep very well - a little bit of an insomniac at the best of times. However, every time you slept beside him while he cocooned you in his arms, his heartbeat regulated with yours - the closeness of your body against his ultimately calming him down and helping him to sleep.
He knew that these days, the only thing that could help him drift off to the land of nod was you - for you completed every part of him that he felt he lacked in.
“One of the best nights sleep I’ve had, baby” he murmurs back at you as you smile from ear to ear - using your fingers to lightly tickle the back of his neck; something that he had grown to love so intensely.
Your legs are intertwined with his, the both of you perfectly fitting together like hand to glove as Youngjae thinks about wanting to not do anything for the rest of the day, other than stay in bed with you, both of you enveloped in each others arms.
“Don’t go home today…stay here with me?” he asks, his morning voice deep and slightly husky from all the laughing he did last night as he looks up at you with his mahogany, puppy-dog eyes that you can never resist.
As you cradle his head in your arms and drop your own head back down on to the pillow that’s a comforting mix of his and your scent, you close your eyes once more and smile.
“Sounds perfect, let’s stay here for as long as we want~”
Requested by anon <3 Prompt:
(It’s a little angsty so I understand if you don’t want to do it) Imagine Newt being bullied at school and always coming to you crying. But then he meets Leta and completely ignores you. (But he still comes to you after being bullied) Once Leta transfers to a different school (the reader does not have to hate Leta) or something, he comes to you crying about how you were never there for him. (Sorry this is rather long…)
books in your hands fell from your grasp as with a heated breath you rushed to Newt,
engulfing him into a tight embrace. Your shoulders shook, a cold hand squeezing
your heart as his quiet sobs echoed in your earlobe, making bitterness and
desperation rise in your throat as you suddenly pulled away, your soft lily-pad
fingers coming to caress his red spotted cheeks and rub away those salty tears
that kept falling from his evergreen eyes.
should’ve been mad, but you weren’t. When he found Leta, a beautiful slytherin
girl in the same year as you, you were left to be number two. But you didn’t mind
that, after all you weren’t the bests of friends, and you had other people to
keep you company. But when she transferred… Well, it was Newton’s first time in
years coming to you after being bullied by someone in school.
s-sorry, (Name)…” He blurred, a sob squeezing his throat, “I’m sorry for being
so c-cold to you and—“
okay, Newt,” You told with a sweet smile, your knuckles gently grazing his
cheek in a loving manner as you tried to calm him down, “It’s okay…” Your voice
was quiet and tender, making him shudder and look away in shame, “I’d never be
mad at you. Now tell me what happened.”
captain duckling enchanted forest au, whether we get it in the ep or not, I couldn’t resist writing a little something with the pirate and the princess!
His plan had worked spectacularly well.
Ambush a carriage containing one of the royal guests and “borrow” their invitation to the ball (along with their attire, his leathers would raise a few manicured eyebrows and probably the hem of a saucy duchess’s gown as well but for once he was trying to blend in instead of stand out among the crowd) slip away once the dancing had begun and everyone’s attention was drawn to the princess and her latest suitor leading the revels, and find the one thing he needed to get his revenge at long last.
The long, formal coat was a bit tight in the shoulders and he absolutely refused to wear the lace cravat, but the effect was good enough to pass muster with the guards at the gate and “Lord Jones” was granted entry with only a cursory glance. He wore the stiff false hand in place of his hook and hid a dagger in his boot, just in case, though he wanted to get in and out without raising any alarm. With any luck they wouldn’t even notice the jewel was gone for several days, the queen probably had dozens of them at her disposal and from the drawing he’d seen of it in the old book it was fairly small and surely, it wouldn’t be missed.
Of course, no plan ever went off entirely without a hitch.
Alec 100% notices how Magnus rubs his fingers together when he’s nervous or unsure so whenever he sees him do it, he reaches out and intertwines their fingers and gently squeezes his hand and Magnus just instantly relaxes and pulls Alec a little closer to him
Been to a lounge yesterday she was wearing a tight crop one shoulder top Satin her every curves was give a Sexy view to …
Anddd The skirt with Slit Was satin tooo
Her Thighs damn Hott …
The best part was Her ass Shapes while she was walking with her Heels ….to be honest my I was So horneyy Excited Guys Lusting at her ….I was Oozing precum😉
Authors Note: Thank you to the lovely @elnabu for helping me sketch this out in my head! I started to love this while writing it so it w be more than one part! And it is a modern AU
Nesta scented him before he walked in. The scent of mountains and snow-covered peaks hit her with a force, nearly making her knees tremble. Steeling herself, she lifting her head, she spied the male coming into the bar. A worn leather jacket, silver dog-tags around his neck, white tee. His Illyrian wings wide and long dark hair ending at his collarbone, his hazel eyes full of light, his lips…She quickly cast her eyes down, focusing on the tumbler she was washing. Cassian, her brother-in-law’s Commander.
Sitting on the worn stool, Cassian looked into the mirror behind the back counter. Nesta’s gaze was trained into the glass she was washing. Her ponytail tight and between her shoulders. He flashed her a grin, knowing she could see it, “Hello Nesta.”
Turning around, with a gaze that was cold enough to war against ice, “What can I get you?” Her cold politeness made his grin wider. She narrowed her eyes, he raked his eyes to her set lips and slowly back up to her eyes. Her brow was slightly raised, a faint smile played on her lips.
Resting on his elbows, he jerked his chin to the bar behind her, “The usual.”
Nesta’s scent hit him, he was almost dizzied from it, Embers and firewood.
He watched her fill his glass with steadiness. The liquid in the glass sloshed around the rim from the force of her sitting it on the counter and sliding it at him with impressive accuracy. He caught and drank from the glass in a single motion, his eyes still on hers. Her scent lingered on the glass and went up his nose as the glass touched his lips. He shifted in his seat.
From a table behind him, a tenor voiced out, “Miss. Can I get another one?”
Her icy gaze shifted from his to the patron, “Just a moment.” He almost fractured the tumbler when her gaze so easily shifted. Damn it.
He tried to not shift as much in his seat as his gaze followed her. Her plain grey shirt hugged around her hips, rimming the top of her black jeans. The curve of her ass shifted as she followed the edge of the bar, grabbing the bottle of ale, without stopping. He gripped the bar, forcing himself to stay seated.
Nesta felt Cassian’s heated gaze bore into her. She forced her gaze on the patron. Walking up to him, she was stopped by a drunken fool grabbing her ass. With a lethal calm she grabbed him by the wrist, coldly she said, “You are drunk. Go home.”
In the corner of her eye, Cassian had stiffened, his eyes narrowed at the male. A violent death awaited in them.
The drunkard tried to grab her ass with his other hand saying, “You want to come home with me?”
She twisted the wrist of the male, the bones shattering, rending the wrist useless. The male let out drunken sobs as he fell out of his seat clutching his useless hand. She walked around the male, dismissing him entirely.
A laugh erupted from behind her. Turning her head, Cassian was holding himself up at the bar. She sketched him a brow and heat grew in his hazel eyes as his grin grew to show his canines.
Turning back around, she poured the ale into the patron’s glass, “Thank you, the male fished into his pocket.
He placed a twenty dollar tip onto the table, sliding it with two fingers towards her.
Leaving the tip on the table, “You are welcome.” she turned away from the male, stepping over the weeping male fluidly, she walked back up to the bar. Cassian had disappeared, but not his scent. And it was full of want. And of need. She slid the bottle onto the the counter, nodding to the other bartender that she was taking her break.
The blonde bartender gave her a sly smile, and she returned it with a lethal glare, shutting down the female’s smile.
Background Info- Set before the war, around the fifth year. Last year, you discovered Draco was cheating on you, on Christmas day. Now you’re invited to the annual Malfoy Ball with mixed feelings.
Y/N- Your Name Y/B/F/N- Your best friend’s name
Christmas was a time of joy, celebration, love. Presents being exchanged between loved ones, a grand feast, hundreds of parties. A rain of snow, covering the world like a blanket, giving the day an enchanting and magical feel. That is what Christmas is like, well at least what it use to be like for Y/N. Now all it was, was a painful reminder of the day she got her heartbroken.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, she was wearing a cherry red dress that was off the shoulder and tight around the waist. Her hair in a french braid sprinkled with fake snow. A blood red lipstick on her lips and wearing matching mistletoe earrings. It was the night of the annual Malfoy Ball. She was shocked when she received the invitation, considering her history with Draco. She almost didn’t go, but her family went every year, and she refused to let her heartbreak ruin her family’s fun. Grabbing her black purse and her wand, she ran to the living room and left with her family.
The grand ballroom at Malfoy Manor was beautiful, Y/N was astonished at the amazing effort Narcissa Malfoy made. It was gorgeous every year, but this year was just jaw dropping. The theme was obviously snow, frost, ice. The whole room was covered in fake snow, there were ice statues everywhere, shaped as reindeer, snowflakes and angels. There were even fake snowflakes falling in certain parts of the room, like the dance floor. Y/N immediately went to find her friend, she loved the Malfoys, but she didn’t want to initiate a meeting, things between them didn’t need to be any more awkward. “Y/N, Happy Christmas Eve!” Y/B/F/N, her best friend ran and gave her a massive hug. “Happy Christmas Eve Y/B/F/N.” Y/N said back. Y/B/F/N looked at Y/N and raised her eyebrow. “What’s wrong?” Y/N asked suspiciously. “Just wondering if you have seen Draco this evening?” Y/N frowned, the topic she most wanted to avoid tonight was brought up. Trying to avoid Y/B/F/N gaze, she turned to her right, only to be looking exactly at Draco. He was, of course, wearing a black tuxedo, his hair gelled back and wearing his signature smirk. He looked really handsome tonight in the suit, but she refused to admit it. On his arm was Pansy Parkinson, looking as if she was the luckiest person in this or as if anyone else would die in her position tonight. She was wearing an emerald green, short dress, she would have looked quite nice if she wasn’t laughing as if she was choking on something. It was just last year she had been where Pansy was, laughing, with Draco, saying he loved her. Funny how things change so quickly.
Y/N blinked and found herself looking Draco right in the eye, he was at smiling at her. Blushing, she turned away. How dare he smile at her? As if he had an interest in her again, as if he was pitying her. “Y/N are you okay? Y/N?” Y/N turned to see Y/B/F/N trying to get her attention. “Ah, yes. What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?! You have been staring in that direction for ages, I was afraid you had vanished or something.” Y/N couldn’t find herself looking away from Draco, now he and Pansy were chatting with Blaise Zablini. Y/B/F/N looked in the same direction that she was looking at. “Y/N you need to stop worrying about that boy. He’s no good, you know that. He full on cheated on you. Worse, with that pig Pansy Parkinson.” Y/N sighed, she knew Y/B/F/N was right. “What you need is a good dance.” Taking Y/N hand, Y/B/F/N lead her to the dance floor.
Draco watched Y/N follow her friend towards the dance floor. He felt his heart jump when he saw her. She looked beautiful, absolutely beautiful. He mentally hit himself for thinking of such thoughts. He remembered the way he treated her last year, she probably hates him now. He felt Pansy tugging at his sleeve, “Come on Draco lets dance. Then maybe we can have some fun afterwards.” she purred, attempting to make it sound sexual. He started at her, he didn’t know why he was even with Pansy, there was a time where he loved her, where he fell under her spell. But now the magic had faded, and all he saw was an annoying girl, attempting to get into his pants. He knew she wasn’t faithful, aware of her other lovers, but he hadn’t been faithful in the past either. “Pansy I got to go,” he said, and slipped away towards the direction of Y/N, he may have abused her love before, but he refused to do it again. He wanted to make things right because Malfoy’s are always right. Y/N jumped up to the beat of the music, letting the sound block out her true feelings when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking up to meet Draco Malfoy. She frowned, “What the hell do you want Draco?” she hissed quietly, not wanting to cause a scene. Draco winced at the venom in her words, she really hated him. “You know, this is my house, I can get you kicked out for offending the host’s son, “ he informed, emphasising on my. Y/N felt her face drop, she didn’t want that. “I’ll do it unless you follow me to the drawing room.” He walked away, expecting her to follow him. She sighed and went with him. Once they were inside the drawing room, he closed the door, not wanting to be overheard. He was about to start speaking, only to be cut off by Y/N outbreak, “I don’t know what you want Draco, but it’s no, okay? I don’t want anything to do with you, regardless of how beautiful your house is.” she paused, not noticing before that she was shouting. Draco pursed his lips, he knew she was mad, but not this infuriated. “I understand you ’re mad, but can you calm down, please. Otherwise, someone’s gonna think your getting murdered.” Y/N slapped him, “How dare you? You think everything is a joke to you, a game in your pretty rich boy’s world…Do you know you haven’t even apologised for what you did? In fact, I don’t think you have ever apologised for anything. Your stupid pureblood pride getting in the way.” Draco’s expression was blank, and it infuriated Y/N even more. She was getting hot with anger. “I can’t believe you.” she kept repeating. “I can’t believe you.” “I’m sorry.” Y/N paused, “Did, did you just apologise?” She was looking at him now, confusion written all over her. A pregnant pause filled the room, “I’m sorry Y/N. Okay? I f-* stuffed up. I wanted the best, I didn’t realise that was you. To show you my feelings are genuine, a Malfoy never apologises.” Shocked at his confession, Y/N froze, not knowing how to react. He had broken his heart, how did she know this wasn’t another one of his many tricks. But at the same time, it was true, a Malfoy never apologises, but he just did. She gazed into his eyes, there were cool, filled with the truth.
She bit her lip, she was gonna regret this. She hugged him, kissing him on the lips. His familiar touch causing a burst of energy in her body. His cologne, fresh and clean, reminding her of all those nights. Draco kissed her back, his hand reaching for the back of her dress, fumbling with the zip. He began kissing her neck, sucking on the delicate skin, his other hand playing with the skirt of her dress. She wrapped her hands around his neck, moaning at his touch. One thing led to another and she found herself waking up in Draco Malfoy’s bed, his arms around her naked body. He woke up due to her moving, “Merry Christmas baby.” his voice still thick with sleep. “Merry Christmas” she replied, cuddling up in his arms. Perhaps this Christmas wasn’t going to be as bad as she thought.
Pairing: Arthur/Eames Prompt: older Word count: 200 words Summary: You only get one chance to make a good first impression.
Arthur first meets Eames in a dream.
Eames is all full lips, gorgeous grey eyes, broad shoulders, and tight, rounded ass; everything about him is crooked, from his teeth to his tie to his smirk, and Arthur wants.
So Arthur flirts.
There’s a moment of uncertainty - a moment where Eames’ only response is a startled blink - before Eames smiles, reciprocating with charming (if confusing) coyness. By the time the clock has run down, Arthur is certain he’s going to get laid.
He wakes smiling. Turns his head. Is greeted by the sight of those full lips and grey eyes - now fluttering open - in a face that looks to be almost a decade younger.
“What,” Arthur says, as the kid - Eames - sits up, “the hell.”
Eames raises his hands. “Cobb told me to. He said if I wanted in on this job - in on dreamshare - I had to impress you.”
Dom, you fucker, Arthur thinks. And then he thinks: fuck, a forger.
“Well,” Arthur says, voice strangled, “consider me impressed.”
Eames beams. It’s nothing like the sly smirk he’d been sporting in the dream. It’s wide, boyishly excited, and, much to Arthur’s chagrin, has an appeal all of its own.