moonlight flash


You’re the only man who’s ever touched me. The only one.

Moonlight (2016) dir. Barry Jenkins

Winter Shadow - chapter 1

I’m kinda scared to post this (even though I’ve turned off anon), I’m sorry if it’s crap or you don’t want me to post stuff.

I’m at work today but it’s a slow day so I started writing someting. Sorry. This is from a prompt that @pixierox101 sent me ages ago. I hope I haven’t screwed up your nice idea, thank you for sending it to me. x

It was like a ballet, watching them together. They moved in perfect synchrony, every move complementing the other in a dance to the death. They didn’t speak, they didn’t need to. Decades of training, of suffering, had left them connected in a way that no one could break. They circled each other, back-to-back but aware of the other’s every move, ready to defend, to attack, to win.

They had their roles, each knowing their place on this mission. He was there to break, to destroy, to kill, to create mayhem and fear. She was there to infiltrate, to penetrate the unbreakable, to leave slow devastation in her wake, chaos that would insinuate itself into computer systems, into people’s minds. Each knew their role, and supported the other.

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Lianne la havas’ voice is like a mix between the best vocal styling choices of Alicia Keys and Chrisette Michelle PLUS she hits notes in this song so effortlessly. Please listen

There was something about the way that Levi’s spine curled, a beautiful valley of flesh and bone that just begged to be touched, the small of his back dipping down in such an irresistible line. Erwin dug his thumbs in, pressing and searching as he tried to become even more connected to the man, his fingers gripping at Levi’s waist, pulling the smaller frame against his own hips in a rhythmic dance of desire. Erwin wanted to feel every part of Levi, needed to, his whole life depending on one person alone who called his name in ragged moans, pale hands fisting and kneading at white sheets.

A tinge of sadness tugged at Erwin’s open mouth, his bowed head shining with sweat and effort and he watched Levi’s body react to his motions, carefully observing the further bend and heaving shoulder blades, breaths dragged in and out loudly in synch to their passion. With Levi, Erwin could be anything, do anything, yet he also had to be everything for this individual, a role which he found himself increasingly failing in.

As the humid evening reached midnight, familiar pops and bangs of fireworks filled the air, the couple’s loud climax masked by the cacophonous explosions outside, turned to nothing but whispers whilst the world celebrated around them. Another year ahead. Twelve months which neither of them knew how to live through.

The city’s festivities continued in raucous waves, a single figure standing by an open window, silhouetted by moonlight and flashes of colour and again Erwin observed silently. He took in the naked vision before him, memorised each dip and jut of bone, saved it for lonelier moments as he tightened his backpack, belongings stashed as always.

“I won’t ask when, Erwin.”

Levi blew faint trails of smoke from his mouth when speaking, lazy clouds rising from the cigarette which burned between his lightly trembling fingers.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

The words never graced Erwin’s lips, remained stuck inside and forever mute as he rose, desperate to reach out and touch the most important individual in his life but unable to do so. Every time. Every single time they played this scene out like from a script and when Erwin closed the door quietly, he heard the unmistakeable and unstoppable sigh of despair which crept out from Levi’s chest like a ghost, one that would haunt him.

Prompt #126

The shimmer of moonlight flashed against her hair as she stole away into the night. She wasn’t afraid, just anxious as to when he’d realise she’d gone. It wouldn’t be long now. Her fingers grasped the blankets tighter as her feet pounded the city, desperately trying not to wake the child sleeping in her arms…

Wandering Hearts (16/?)

Fandom: Frozen AU. Set after shipwreck but before coronation day. 17th Century.
Pairing: Kristanna (Kristoff/Anna)
Rating: M (this part, all in all, is not too bad but this fic as a whole is horrible so please use caution)
A/N: I made a separate sidebar thing on my page that is specifically for Wandering Hearts content to make it all easy to find since this thing just keeps growing. xoxo.


[ part one ] [ part two ] [ part three ] [ part four ] [ part five ] [ part six ] [ part seven ] [ part eight ] [ part nine ] [ part ten ] [ part eleven ] [ part twelve ] [ part thirteen ] [ part fourteen ] [ part fifteen ] [ part sixteen ] [ part seventeen ]

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anonymous asked:

Okay Llassah but imagine Derek coming back after a long trip away and becoming a gardener like in that last photo set. And everyone's so confused by it but Derek just walks around with his giant plants, giving no fucks. Imagine happy carefree gardener Derek Hale.

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Ancient traditions (short fic)

I have… no way to explain this, other than you should all blame  @miraculousturtle

WARNING. This is stupid and not edited. I feel no shame. 

Summary: They have been a part of this for more than five thousand years. There are ancient traditions that need to be respected. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir had been around for more than centuries; thousands of years going back to the most ancient cultures in the history of human kind. Each Kwami, guarding their own miraculous, would find a human worthy of its power and they would lead them into the right path, to protect their cities and the world from the dangers ahead.

Plagg and Tikki, were guardians for the Chat Noir and Ladybug miraculous, and they took his job seriously. Their charges would fight against dark forces, and so they needed to be prepared.

Every single time, when they were called to duty, Tikki and Plagg would choose a human; and they would talk about them to each other, making sure that their decision was the right one. They were usually people who knew each other, or were bound by fate to cross paths.

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Cisco’s strength is so underrated. He just found out one of his closest friends, someone he sees as family, is responsible for his brother’s death and his reaction is so strong and so Cisco. He let’s himself show emotion over it. He cries. He even allows himself to rage a bit, pushing Barry, telling him a simple sorry cant fix this mistake. He admits he doesn’t really know what to feel over something so complicated and painful. Then he pushes through all that to focus on saving his best friend. He prioritizes his love for the family he still has and tries to help Caitlin. I love and admire and am so proud of Cisco Ramon.

TMNT Diaries: Leonardo.

Imagine keeping a diary. You write everything in it, every last detail of your life. The book is small and dark blue, with a bronze buckle attached to a thick strap. Imagine going through the one you kept when you first met the turtles and realizing how much things have changed.

August 13/2014
Dear Diary,
If anyone has told be that I would be starting a new diary with an entry like this, I would have been dumbstruck. A part of me almost doesn’t want to write about but the point of keeping a diary is to be honest no matter how embarrassing or unbelievable the entry may seem. Its a record of my life and I’m pretty sure that these four are going to become a big part of my life. I’m writing this from the home of some new friends who have just saved my life. Four brothers and their father, who have been kind enough to let me regain my strength in their home.
I was walking home last night, having bought a new diary after work. Just as I was approaching my home, I was pulled into the alley by a member of the Purple Dragons. I don’t remember much about him (it was too dark for me to see the details) but I remember being absolutely terrified when I saw the moonlight flash across his gun. That’s when I met one of my new friends, Leonardo. He came from the shadows and as soon as the Purple Dragon saw him, he hit me on the head and ran.
I guess he knew that Leonardo would rather help me then go after him. Since then, I’ve been in their home, which happens to be under the city rather then in it. Diary, I swear that I’m not making this up and that what I’m about to write is the truth.
But Leonardo and his brothers…they’re giant turtles. Their father is a rat. I know this sounds completely unreal, I can barely believe it and I’ve looked right at them. But it is the truth.

August 15/2014
Dear Diary.
I’ve been back home for the past few days and honestly, everything seems normal. If it weren’t for the fact that Leonardo always makes sure that I get home all right.
It’s actually kind of sweet.
Leo seems more serious and stern then his younger brothers and I think he feels some what responsible for me. We have quite a lot in common, which came as a surprise.

September 6/2014.
Dear Diary.
I’ve been looking back at some of my old entries and realizing how much Leo and I are together. I hang out with all of the turtles, but we’re together a lot.
I like talking to him. He’s intelligent and kind. We like a lot of the same things. He has an amazing smile and these beautiful blue eyes…bluer then the sky.

September 7/2014.
Dear Diary.
It is 3:45 in the morning and I’ve just realized that I have a crush on a giant turtle.
Who is also my closest friend.

September 26/2014.
Dear Diary.
It’s so hard to be around Leo now.
I keep looking at him and finding more things that I think are cute or amazing.
And then I get all flustered and embarrassed.
I’ve had crushes before, but never on a friend and I never really acted on them. I’m not sure what to do. All I am sure of is that the more I’m with him, the more I like him. When does a crush stop being a crush and become something bigger?
P.S. I looked it up and studies have said that a crush passing six months becomes love.

September 30/2014.
Dear Diary.
I think that Leo is starting to notice a change in my behavior. Which isn’t really a surprise but it’s still awkward.
What am I supposed to do if he asks me what’s wrong?
Do I just tell him?
How can I do that when I can barely admit it to myself?

October 8/2014.
Dear Diary.
It’s difficult to pretend that you’re just friends with someone. You’re just hanging out when you suddenly become aware of the smallest detail that seems huge to you.
Like how close you’re sitting or that he’s smiling at you in this way that makes you feel amazing. And then your heart starts to race and you swear that you’re entire body is turning red.

October 10/2014.
Dear Diary.
When Leo walked me home today, he was pretty quiet. I couldn’t think of anything to say so I stayed silent too.
Before he left, he looked back at me like he was about to say something but then changed his mind. I watched him run across the rooftops and, for some reason, I felt sad.

October 12/2014.
Dear Diary.
I woke up this morning to find a note pinned to my window. I’ll tape it in for you.
“Y/N, I have something I need to ask you about. Can we talk tonight?
I wonder what it is.
If he asks me about the way I’ve been acting, I’m just going to tell him the truth. I’d rather get rejected and move on with my life then spend the rest of the year wondering and waiting.
I’m sure that being honest is the best choice but I’m still feeling anxious over it.
If he doesn’t feel the same way, then I would want him to pretend that I never said anything.
But would that even be possible?
Everything would be different, wouldn’t it?

Dear Diary.
I’ve been waiting on the rooftop for an hour now.
I can barely sit still but I thought that writing would help me calm down. I hope that it’s going to be nothing. But at the same time, I want to get the whole thing over with.

Even Later.
Dear Diary.
I have written every day for weeks, freaking out over this crush and feeling nervous all of the time. And to now know that it was all resolved within a few moments is both comforting and a little silly.
I can tell my diary everything that happened because I don’t think that I’m ever going to forget this. Leo came to meet me a little bit after I wrote the last entry.
“Y/N I just want to apologize. I think it’s kind of become obvious that I…I like you. A lot. And I feel that me being an idiot is why you’ve been acting so strange lately, so I just wanted to apologize if I made you uncomfortable. And…I hope that we can still be friends.”
“Leo, I don’t think we can just be friends. Because I really like you and I’m starting to think…”
“That we could possibly be more?”
“Yeah. I don’t really know but I’m hoping to.”
Leo gave me that brilliant smile and said
“Well, where do we go from here?”
“I have no idea.”
“Neither do I…”
But you know what, diary? I think we have a lot of time to figure it all out. And I can’t wait to see where we go.

You flipped to the back of the book and wrote the finall entry.

August 2/2015.
Dear Diary.
So much has changed since I first started this diary. But as strange and confusing as it all has been, I wouldn’t change any of it.
If I did, I wouldn’t have amazing friends like Raph, Mikey, and Donnie.
I wouldn’t have meet April (who’s practicality my sister) or Casey (who’s…well, he’s Casey.)
But mostly I wouldn’t have met Leonardo, who has become the most important person in my life. Life in New York City is strange, diary, but it is wonderful.
I’m off to buy a new diary to catalogue my adventures and meet Leo for a date.
Y/N L/N.

Would You Dance | c.h

Warning: Extremely emotional; Calum feels; Swearing; Fluffy smut

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 3,920 

A/N: Based from my favourite song Hero - Enrique Iglesias. This was sentimental to me, and I can only hope it has the same affect on a lot of you. Everyone deserves a hero. 

(Maybe another part to this?) 

Originally posted by bandimagines4thesoul

“Promise me you’ll always be mine” 

“I promise.” You whispered, holding your hands on his chest as his rested on your waist so delicately. 

His hand reached for yours, the soft touch of his skin sending a spark running up your forearm, bringing goosebumps in it’s wake. His eyes roamed your figure, stopping at your lips before flickering back up to meet your eyes that shimmered under the light of the moon. 

“Run away with me.” He whispered 

1 Week earlier.. 

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Twenty Reasons Part 2/ A Riarkle Fanfic

It was Monday morning when Topanga came running into Riley’s room, planning to tell her daughter she made pancakes and finding her still in bed, the covers on top of her to attempt to shut her out from the rest of the world. Topanga gripped the sheets, yanking them off of her daughter to reveal a grumpy Riley. Riley squinted her eyes; once, twice, looking up at her unimpressed mother. She stretched her neck, her eyes flickering towards the window. The rain was pouring down once again. Thunder shook her eardrums and lightning flashed across her vision. The weather looked the same way she felt. Gloomy. Sad. Angry.

“Mom what’s going on? Let me sleep, it’s Sunday,” Riley grumbled, rubbing her face before throwing her head back onto her pillow.

“No Riley,” her mother protested, “It’s Monday morning. You’ve lost track of time laying in that bed all weekend. It needs to stop.”

“Mom,” Riley whined, “I’m not leaving this bed. There is no way I can go to school and act like everything is fine. I won’t! You can’t make me.”

“Riley, look at yourself! I love you, but you have to deal with this head on. You haven’t taken a shower in days,” she observed, tugging at her daughter’s dirty t-shirt. “Shower. Now,” she ordered, “I’m telling you because I love you.”

It was 8:00 a.m. when Riley finally slumped down the staircase, her eyes still swollen from crying the night before and her hair barely dry from her fresh shower.

She and Farkle still weren’t talking, but it wasn’t a surprise to her. They never had a fight so intense before, and Riley wasn’t sure how it would affect their friendship considering the truth finally came out. Farkle often said that the truth was always the best thing, but she wasn’t sure he would say that anymore. She didn’t know how she would live without his laugh, or his eyes, or the way he always made her feel better, or how he would pick her up every morning for school -

Riley stopped short on the staircase. He always picked her up from school.

“Mom!” Riley yelled, rapidly running down the staircase and almost tripping over her own feet, “please tell me you can drive me to school.”

“What? I never drive you to school. Farkle always drives you to school -“ her mother’s eyes widened, “Oh, honey, I forgot -“

Riley let out a nervous breath. It was alright. Everything would be alright.

“It’s okay, mom,” lied Riley, “I’ll just uh - I’ll walk to school. Yeah. That’s what I’ll do.”

Topanga’s eyes widened, “you are not walking to school in a thunderstorm, Riley. You’ll get a cold, and it’s a thirty-minute walk,” she protested, but Riley was already gathering up her books, and slinging on her backpack.

Her mother was about to protest again when they both heard a car beep from outside the apartment building. Riley glanced outside the large window to see Farkle waiting inside his car, the car window slightly open.

Riley’s eyes widened at the sight of him. She’d thought he would plan on avoiding her for sure.

“I am not talking to him, and I am walking to school,“ she stated furiously, opening up the apartment door and slamming it before making her way down the stairs to the front entrance, not even bothering to say anything else to her mother.

Riley couldn’t believe he had the audacity to show up to pick her for school when they hadn’t spoken for days. Even when she was angry with him, he still cared, and he always would - and that’s what made her especially angry. She knew that every touch and every kind gesture would make her fall deeper and deeper; there was no stopping it. Even gestures like this. 

Riley took one glance towards Farkle, who was staring out the car window at her, before stepping off the apartment steps and into the rain. The rained pooled around her and on her, soaking her hair in a matter of seconds. She wiped her face furiously before walking forward, not bothering to look at Farkle, who was driving next to her very slowly.

“Riley!” Farkle screamed out the window, “what are you doing? Get in the car!”

“No!” she screamed back, still walking. Damn this weather. Damn him. Damn everything, she thought. If only she’d just kept her mouth shut then everything-

“Riley!” Farkle yelled again, pulling his car over to the side of the road to park, only to get out and chase after her. The rain took shape on his eyelashes and the ends of his hair. Riley looked back at him once before walking much faster. I don’t want to do this, Riley thought. I’m afraid you’ll say “let’s just be friends” or “I don’t want to ruin our friendship.” I refuse to have my heart shattered into a million pieces; I won’t survive it. Not when you’re the one who’ll break it.

“Riley, please. Just stop -“ he tried again, following her; so desperately wanting to reach her.

“Farkle -“ she looked back at him again, her voice trembling, “I can’t do this. Not with you -“ her eyes filled up with tears as she walked forward again, letting out a huge sob of a breath.

Riley should have known better, though, because if anyone was as stubborn as Riley Matthews, it’s Farkle Minkus. Farkle slipped his hand into Riley’s in an abrupt motion, before pulling her backward so she landed straight into his arms.

 Riley’s hand tingled at his touch, and she immediately tried to shove him away, but he only pulled her closer so their noses almost touch. She could see every single detail of his face; the way his lips pulled into a tight line, the way his eyes were sincere and apologetic, and the way his jaw remained set. He looked like something from a movie, standing before her in the pouring rain; like he embodied the rain itself. Riley’s eyes widen as she realized what she was doing. She hated the effect he had on her.

“Let go of me!” She shrieked over the Thunder, trying to shove him away, but his arms remain firmly around her.

“Why? So you can walk all the way to school in the rain? So you can prove that you hate me or something?” He questioned, his eyes searching hers.

“I do hate you,” she responded angrily while blowing out a huff in the wet air.

“No, you don’t.”

“Well, I should!”

“Not before I tell you a story. Then you can decide if you hate me or not.”

“You want to tell me a story while we’re standing out here? In a thunderstorm?” she cried, backing out of his arms.

“Yes,“ he insisted, grabbing her wrist and pulling her under the nearest oak tree, shielding both of them from the rain.

Riley glared at him, her hands resting on her hips, and the rain still hailing down around them. “Well, go on, then,” she pressed, her left foot tapping impatiently.

Farkle took a deep breath and looked at her one last time before beginning his story. The story he never told anyone before, but he was about to tell her. Riley - the girl he loved.

“Long ago In a far away galaxy, there was this little boy, who had the dorkiest name ever to exist, and everyone made fun of him for it,“ he started, looking up at Riley, the rain trickling off the ends of his hair. "Except for this one girl, who promised she wouldn’t laugh. She was a cute little thing; a brunette, very cheery, and everyone loved her.”

Riley raised her eyebrows at Farkle’s little smile which settled on his face, "keep going,” she urged.

“Okay,“ he continued, "so instantly when the boy met the brunette he knew they would have many adventures together. It was fate, you could say. They had quite the relationship because they understood each other like no other, and they supported each other in ways no one else could. Then, one day, something changed between the dorky-named boy and the cute brunette. They started looking at each other differently, talking to each other differently, sitting next to each other differently. Their love had always seemed platonic.” 

Farkle took a deep breath, “but they were getting older; they were growing up, and with growing up comes growing feelings. It became almost unbearable for the boy because he wanted nothing to change. Nothing could change, because the only thing worse than not receiving someone’s love the way you wanted, was losing their love as a whole. The young boy realized this at a young age. But, there was this one night. This one night where he just knew nothing would ever be the same again. He felt it.”

Farkle took another gulp of the wet air, locking eyes with Riley again before continuing, “It was in the ninth grade…”


“Can you believe every single star in the sky is brighter than the sun?” the boy wondered, gazing at the starry night sky.

The boy and the brunette were lying at on the thick Texas grass. They were staying at their friend’s grandparent’s house for the weekend, and sometime in the middle of the night, the boy saw the brunette sneak out of the spare room and into the field. She lied down on the grass, gazing up at the stars, the boy right behind her. He was always right behind her.

“It’s amazing. How we get to experience the beauty the sky every single night. Sometimes I wish I could sleep under the stars, to feel closer to them, if that makes sense,” she explained, while turning to face her best friend, “I wonder what it’s like up there.”

The boy gave her a quirky smile, “amazing, I bet,” he whispered, shifting closer to the brunette. Maybe it was just the magic of the night sky, but somehow everything felt different. The brunette nodded knowingly, still gazing at the stars before turning her head to look at him.

“Well, you know,” the boy studied the brunette, her brown eyes drowning the rest of the world out, “we could sleep out here tonight. Everyone else is asleep. Besides, I wouldn’t mind being closer to the stars, if only for a night.”

The brunette closed her eyes. Her face lit up in the glowy aura of the moonlight. She hummed, flashing her eyes open and leaning over the boy, her eyelashes dark and long and her skin a sheer gold.

“I’d like that,” she decided, and all at once lied back down, her eyes closing once again. She was just like a star in the sky; breathtaking and untouchable. The boy shook his head - this was his best friend he was talking about - not just some girl. No, nothing could change. He couldn’t lose her.

The boy couldn’t help himself, though. He placed all his weight on his arm, admiring the girl lying beside him. The brunette fluttered her eyes open, her eyes widening at the boy who was practically leaning over her. The brunette was so startled that she jerked her head up, accidently smacking it on the boys. The boy let out a startled cry, his cheeks turning a mad shade of red. He was staring at her, and she caught him.

“I am so sorry -” he apologized, but the brunette just waved him off, telling him it was okay and that she was fine, before scooping one arm behind his back, and her other around his abdomen - completely closing any space between the two of them. The boy wasn’t sure what to do as he carefully settled his arm around her waist. He was sure he heard her try and stifle a gasp at the touch, but he chose to ignore it. Just friends, he told himself.

The boy with the dorky name and the brunette lied under the stars, their only source of warmth being each other. “Sometimes I just wish I could go to space and forget about the earth,” the boy whispered to himself, thinking.

“Well if you did, then I would have to follow,” the brunette murmured, snuggling her head into the boy’s chest.

“Why?” he asked, pinpointing the constellations in the sky, “why would you follow me?”

“Because I’d follow you anywhere,” she smiled into his chest, “I can’t see why I’d do anything without you.”

No one had ever said something like that to him. He wondered how he got so lucky to have someone like her in his life.

They fell asleep just like that; their bodies huddled together as they became apart of the stars. And that was when the boy knew. Riley Matthews. The girl who’d follow him anywhere. He was hopelessly in love with her.


“But that boy made a stupid choice,” Farkle continued with the story, “he decided from that day on that the two had to stay friends; it was the only option. So he went on dates with other girls, and eventually, he found one that he liked, but she would never compare to the brunette. He fell in love with her, but she broke his heart, so the boy swore never to love again, but that was the biggest lie he ever told. The truth was, the brunette would always be his first love. He had a hard time telling her, though, so for her eighteenth birthday, he decided he would write her a poem about the twenty reasons why everyone needed a best friend like her. The twenty reasons why he was in love with her.”

Riley ducked her head down, embarrassed by the warm tears that swarmed her face, the memory of that night resurfacing. The night she read the poem. The night she cried herself to sleep. The night she realized that her best friend was in love with her, too. Farkle took a step closer to her, his hand reaching out to gently lift her chin. He was smiling at her, and it was the kind of smile that sent butterflies swirling in her stomach, still, after all, this time.

Farkle took a deep breath before speaking again, his voice coming out constrained and nervous. “Riley, I know I’m an asshole, and I should have come to see you after our fight. The honest truth is this: While you have been hiding your feelings, so have I. Because I was terrified. I was terrified that if this,” He gestured between them, “happened, then we’d lose the whole essence of who we are together. I don’t want us to be just another sad story. I want us to be Riley and Farkle. Soulmates, best friends, whatever you want to call it. I just need you by my side. The thought of not having you by my side is just unbearable. You need to understand that I’d follow you anywhere, too.”

Riley looked at him in amazement, all the anger and resentment completely drained from her face. Of course, she forgave him. He could shatter her heart into a million tiny, and she would still forgive him. Because she loved him. She loved him so much. Riley took a shaky breath before asking, “so what happened after the girl forgave the boy?”


“You know,” she repeated, her eyes searching his own, “what happened when the brunette forgave the boy?”

“So you forgive me?”

“Yes, Farkle,” she admitted, giving him a sideways smile. “So tell me, what comes next?”

Farkle looked at Riley, his hands still cupping her face. Even with the rain pouring down on her she looked just as beautiful as ever. Fakle contemplated what exactly was to come next before he said, “He kissed her, and it was the kiss of a lifetime,” and removing his hands from her face, reaching for her hand instead and pulling them out from under the oak tree to lead them towards his car.

Farkle carefully leaned Riley up against the bumper, his hands surrounding her. Riley looked at him wonderment as he reached forward to move the wet hair out of her face. He grinned slightly, letting his hand fall from her hair to her cheek and slowly to her mouth, his thumb tracing over her lips, leading them to part. Riley shivered at the contact; even the smallest touch was overwhelming. They never touched so much before - at least, not in that way.

Farkle moved his face closer to hers, their breaths intertwining in the wet air. He lazily placed a kiss on the edge of her jaw, then another, and another. Riley closed her eyes, leaning into the kisses, a small whimper escaping her lips. His hands moved from the sides of the bumper to Riley’s waist, before leaning in closer and slowly touching his lips to her neck, the impact almost making Riley lose her balance. She felt dizzy - drunk almost.

Farkle’s lips slowly moved back up her neck again and along her jaw until she was almost sure her knees were going to giveaway. He bent down a little, grasping under her thighs and lifted her onto the hood of the car. Riley was barely able to process what was happening as Farkle stood in front of her, in the pouring rain, before leaning forward, and finally, pressing his lips lightly onto her own.

They both eased into the kiss, tasting rainstorm and Riley’s cherry lip balm. The kiss started off as slow and steady and gradually became more passionate and desperate as Farkle grazed Riley’s bottom lip with his teeth, invoking a gasp out of Riley. Riley clung onto Farkle’s wet shirt, tugging him closer, their bodies morphing into each other.

The loud crackle of Thunder eventually broke the two apart; both of them breathless and wide-eyed. Riley, regaining her balance, launched herself back into Farkle’s arms. If only she could stay there forever. Farkle leaned his chin the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her protectively, the rain falling peacefully before them.  

"So how was it? Was it the kiss of a lifetime?” Farkle laughed, looking down at Riley.

“I guess it was decent. A six out of ten,” she teased while smirking up at him, her eyes gleaming.

Farkle responded with a fake gasp, tugging Riley closer while the rain dribbled off his nose and lips. “Well, I guess we’re going to have to practice so I can get better,” he proposed, bringing his lips down to hers once more before leading her to the passenger seat of his car. It was the spot where she sat every morning before school, and today would be no different.

She turned her head to look at the sopping wet boy who had settled into the driver’s seat and was already staring at her; a little smile appeared on his face.

“Sorry about throwing cake in your face the other day,” Riley giggled, a quirky smile appearing on her face which she was unable to hide.

“It’ll make for a great story someday, darling,” Farkle grinned, reaching across the driver’s seat to kiss her lightly on the forehead. He figured he could add it to his list of reasons he was in love with Riley Matthews.

@kylemaddigen - [Little Red Riding Hood AU, based from this post]

Hanzo’s sharp, golden eyes - underscored by angular red lines tattooed on his cheeks, matching the pattern on his left arm - scanned the trees as he sniffed the air, black lupine ears flicking in search of unusual sounds.
His dark hair hung in thick, twin braids down to his waist, with a somewhat wild but close-cut beard framing his mouth. He wore a dark green sleeveless gi belted with a brown sash, a pair of loose quilted tawny pants that stopped at the knee with cinched hems, and strips of leather wrapped around his lower legs and arches. Half his father’s wolfskin was draped on his shoulders, ends tucked into the neckline of his gi. An archer’s glove covered his right hand and forearm; both his bow and a quiver of arrows were slung on his back.
He had been sent, as usual, to scout the area around his clan’s hideout for any of that accursed huntsman’s allies. As a mutt, the result of a frivolous encounter between his father and a human woman, this was part of Hanzo’s duty. He could not transform or fight as a werewolf should, so better to make things easier for the ‘real’ members of the clan.

Hanzo went suddenly, utterly still when he heard an unfamiliar sound, ears standing at attention. His eyes reflected the moonlight in flashes as he searched for the sound’s source, and his hands flexed in case he needed to reach for his bow.
“Who is there?” he called, soft but clear. “Show yourself.”


“The Avvar had treated us with more respect and dignity than any of us had expected, but still our situation had been gloomy, at best. We were thirsty, hungry, freezing, and some of the men were hurt and in need of a healer. With every day that passed, and with every icy night we spent huddled together, our hope for salvation dwindled. What were the chances that the Herald of Andraste himself would come, risking his life, to save a handful of low-ranking scouts and soldiers like us?

Then, on the seventh day, not long before sundown, we witnessed a miracle. Through a small gap in the wall we had been able to watch what was going on in the fortress’ main hall. On this day a turmoil, shouting, and the sounds of a battle had caught our attention. Pressed closely to the wall and the tiny gap we all stood, staring in awe as he arrived: the Herald himself, accompanied by only a few members of his Inner Circle. We could barely believe our eyes, and at the same time we were scared. The Avvar leader, calling himself “the Hand of Korth”, stood twice as tall as our Herald, taunting and swinging a war hammer of the size of a strong young tree. But the Herald did not falter. He didn’t even seem afraid or impressed by the Avvars threats. He waited patiently until our captor had finished his rant, signalling his companions to remain still. It seemed to anger the Avvar even more. As soon as the mighty warrior was about to swing his hammer, the Herald seemingly disappeared – just to reappear behind the Hand of Korth, daggers in his hands and ready to fight.

Never in my life have I seen someone move so fast. With swift, elegant movements he seemed to be dancing across the battlefield. He escaped all the mighty blows with ease, way too fast for the Avvars mighty hammer to hit him. His daggers were glistening red in the moonlight, flashing brightly as they were spun through the air almost silently. The Herald didn’t see me behind the wall, but while I was looking through the gap for a moment our eyes met. Never again will I forget the expression on his face. Such determination, such keenness, and not a sign of fear or doubt. It was as if his short glance was telling me: “Into darkness, unafraid”. All the hope I had lost in the previous days returned to me at once, my heart beating restlessly as we watched the fight.

It was a hard fight, no doubt, but in the end the Herald and his companions were victorious. The monstrous Avvar was slain, and just moments later the door to our cell flew open. There he stood, a short, unremarkable elf, covered in mud and blood, soaking wet from the rain, asking if everyone was alright as if it was the most normal thing in the world. We could still not quite believe what we had just seen. I have served under many lords and ladies in my life, even a king once. The most outstanding one of all these leaders was certainly the Herald. Not because he had been sent by our Lady Andraste or the Maker or maybe just by fate. No, he is outstanding because he came to save us, risking his life, when he didn’t had to… just because it was the right thing to do.”

- from the report of an Inquisition soldier - who had been held hostage in an Avvar outpost in the Fallow Mire - on future Inquisitor Tamlen Lavellan’s arrival, 9:41 Dragon