his and her bracelets


“I just wish he were here to see this with us, just here with us one more time.”

She felt the rough silk of his black hair as he bent to kiss her fingers lightly—a courtly gesture from a bygone age. “He is with us, Tessa. He can see us. I believe it. I feel it, the way I used to know sometimes if he was sad or angry or lonely or happy.

She touched the pearl bracelet at her wrist, and then his face, with light, adoring fingers. “And what is he now?” she whispered. “Happy or wistful or sad or lonely? Do not tell me he is lonely. For you must know. You always knew.”

He is happy, Tessa. It gives him joy to see us together, as it always gave me joy to see the two of you.”


@x-i-l-verify asked for:

“Lili growing some flowers (maybe with a bouquet that holds symbolic value)”

…I was totally unoriginal and went with lilies. They really do suit her! X’D Meanwhile Raz gets a flower crown/mess loool in hindsight I realize Lili probably wouldn’t pick a ton of flowers but I thought the idea was cute so…!

First time drawing her, and I’m so happy to say that Lili is super easy to draw!

anonymous asked:

Okay okay but like imagine inej comes back after being gone for a while catching slavers and stuff and then kaz is at the docks waiting for her and he's like I need ur help for a heist and she's kinda disappointed cuz she thought he'd be more kaz than dirty hands towards her when she got back but she's like sure I'll help but really it's all made up and he comes up with this elaborate plan for a heist but it really leads to a spot that has like a date set up or something like that

This is so adorable and all I need in my life. Kaz with a secret romantic side, I’d die. But look since Kaz is an awkward seventeen year old after all—whose most complex con is his own veneer of detachment—I imagine it differently. 

I mean this is the same kid who waited to talk to her because he didn’t know what to say. And then when he finally did he started going over plans they’d already established. The same boy who found her parents but didn’t know how to take her reaction so he started on about if things didn’t go as planned they’d be picking up her corpse instead. 

This boy has no idea what he’s doing when it comes to Inej. So imagine he tells her about a heist but it’s real. Except it’s not complicated and he could’ve done it alone. They’re only breaking into some rich guy’s place. Knowing the homeowner is out of town and there are only two men guarding the front entrance, Kaz anticipates the empty mansion. 

He set this entire thing up because he doesn’t know how to ask her out on a real date.  

While they’re there he starts to uncharacteristically linger. He appraises each piece of art in the extensive collection even though he’s not interested in stealing either of them. He just wants to hear her opinions. And when they get upstairs to rummage through the wife’s jewelry his quick lock pick fingers clasp a bracelet on her wrist while she’s not looking. When she feels the cold links draping her wrist, he walks away as if nothing happened. (Inej decides not to keep it, but doesn’t mean she isn’t flattered)

When she catches up with him she’s still blushing bright red and he’s raiding through their food. This is the most time they’ve ever spent in someone else’s place and it becomes clear to her then he’s after alone time with her, not anything in the house.

They end up sitting across from each other on the marble floor in the kitchen. With only the glow from a small candle, they pass a plate of fancy desserts, catching up on things they’ve missed.

It’s not long before the wife and kids come home and they have to leave. They climb out of a window, stumbling over the box of hibiscus that hung from the ledge. Laughing, they sprint down the street as they dust dirt from their clothes. They run all the way to Wylan’s because that’s where she plans on staying. When they say goodbye and she shifts through her pocket for her spare key, she pulls out a handful of the flowers and gasps. When did he even pick them up? How did he slip them in her pocket?

She watches him walk away, shaking her head. He turns and smirks before disappearing into the billows of smoke. She buries her nose in the flowers to breathe them in, smiling as she pushes into the house.

drench yourself in words unspoken (Zutara Soulmate AU)

I don’t need luck, Zuko says to Aang as the blizzard howls around them, as they take shelter from the ice and the wind. I don’t want it. I’ve always had to struggle and fight and that’s made me strong. That’s made me who I am.

He turns and, like, he knows the kid is in some Avatar Spirit-World trance or whatever, but he can’t quite quash the spark of irritation he feels at the sight of Aang’s sleeping face. He wouldn’t be the first person to doze off during one of Zuko’s monologues (that honour goes to Uncle Iroh, and then… to basically every sailor on the boat Zuko has called home for the past three years) but it’s still affronting. Honestly.

Zuko crouches down to study the pale blue arrows on Aang’s skin, and wonders if there are other tattoos that mark him. If it’s even possible for the Avatar, the great bridge between the human and the Spirit World, to have a soulmate.

Not that Zuko really believes in soulmates anymore. That kind of comes with the territory. Once you believe you make your own path, once you decide you don’t need luck or fate, soulmates - which are a bit of both - are pretty much rendered pointless as well. And, well. Just look at what happened with Mai.

So. What happened with Mai was bad.

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly do a Soulmate AU based off of TiMER? Basically you can get an implant on your wrist that counts down to when you meet your soulmate! Thanks!!

I’ve never seen the movie but I’ll give it a go!


Bettys feet pounded the pavement, white tennis sneakers scuffing up the Riverdale park sidewalk as her blonde ponytail bounced messily behind her. Betty Cooper turned sixteen today, just like every other birthday she hid on her own buried in the seats at the Bijou theatre, double feature after double feature keeping her mind occupied as she spared glances at the implant secured in her skin.

The digital implant was placed in the wrists of every human being at birth, it was something resembling a digital clock, a countdown blinking on the skin. It was a constant reminder that you were destined to meet your soulmate at some point, it provided hope and whimsy, a fool proof way to find love. Betty was a hopeless romantic, she loved the idea of the waiting game, the fact that there was someone out there for everyone. Unfortunately, Betty didn’t have that luxury, her own implant was stuck at 0:00, it had been like that for as long as she could remember and every year on her birthday she knew she was one year closer to being on her own for the rest of her life, it broke her heart.

The bright red lights of Pops Diner lit up the Riverdale streets, it was past 11:00 and the popular burger joint was close to deserted, there was one person who would be there though, another birthday tradition.

Sliding through the glass doors as the familiar jingle of the bells rang through the diner, Betty found exactly who she was looking for.

Jughead Jones, typing quickly on his laptop, two steaming cups of coffee sitting in front of him, he looked up to the door, smiling when his stormy grey eyes met her soft green ones. Betty wrapped her fingers around her ponytail holder and pulled it out, letting the loose honey blonde curls spill over her shoulders.

Betty slid into the booth across Jughead, lifting the caramel coffee to her lips and inhaling.

“mmm” she sighed

Jughead chuckled under his breath

“Nice to see you too Bets”

Betty looked up and grinned

“Hi Juggie”

he rolled his eyes and went back to typing, his eyes glancing up at her occasionally, taking in her profile as she stared out the window.

She was so beautiful, Betty Cooper was one of the most kindhearted, beautiful girls he had ever had the fortune of knowing. She was smart as a whip and had a dark side to rival his own, she would take the shirt off her own back if it meant helping someone else. Her eyes were sad today, they always were on this day.

“Happy Birthday Betty.” he whispered, drawing her eyes to his.

“Happy Birthday Jughead” she answered, a sad smile on her lips as her eyes shifted to the thick bracelets covering his left wrist.

He had been hiding his implant since the day he found out what it meant, he was angry and he felt cheated. The glaring 0:00 always reminding him that he was destined to be alone, he figured that was why he was so interested in Betty, she was like him, she was given the same disappointing series of numbers and she didn’t deserve it. If anyone deserved a soulmate it was Betty Cooper, he would have given anything to be Bettys soulmate.

They sat in Pops for an hour before jughead packed his things up and nodded towards the door, the two teens heading out and going home

“You don’t have to walk me home every year Juggie.” she glanced down at their joined hands, the beanie wearing boy blushed, tightening his finger around hers

“who am I to break tradition? he joked

By the time they reached Bettys door, her shoulders had slumped and she trudged to her front porch

“ see you tomorrow?” she asked, one hand on her doorknob

Jughead nodded absently, his eyes shifting as he reached out and grabbed Bettys wrist, his fingers grazing her implant, suddenly a shock of electricity went through both of them and Jughead pulled back quickly, Betty staring down at her wrist

“Juggie..” she whispered but he was already backing away

“I..uhh. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

dazed, Betty slowly walked into her house, closing the door quietly

“hello Elizabeth.”

Betty swirled around at the sound of her mothers voice, shocked to see both of her parents sitting on the living room couch, staring at her expectedly.

“mom? dad?”

“We need to talk, its time you know.” Hal motioned for Betty to sit and she did hesitantly.

“we know how difficult this has been on you, believing you don’t have a soulmate, living life with those zeros. but Elizabeth, its not true , you’ve had a soulmate the entire time, we’ve been waiting for you to figure it out, we didn’t want to tell you, we thought it would be better if you found out for yourself.

Bettys eyes were wide and her fingers were dangerously close to her palms


Alice and Hal looked at each other nervously and Betty repeated again

“who” a dangerous lilt to her voice.

Hal spoke now

“Jughead Jones, you were born in the same hospital on the same day, that’s why your implants don’t work, you’ve already met your soulmate.”

Betty was out the door faster than she thought possible, her sneakers hitting pavement again.

Before she knew it, she was standing before Jugheads trailer, out of breath and panting as she banged heavily on the front door. F.P Jones answered the door, rubbing his eyes and yawning,

“Betty? what are you doing here its..”

she cut him off

“I know Mr.Jones,they told me” she pushed her wrist up and he stared at it, realization dawning suddenly and he grinned

“about time kid, JUGHEAD” he shouted, the boy in question came running, pulling sleep pants on and running a hand through his hair, stopping dead when he saw Betty

“ Bets? what are yo..?”

suddenly the blonde was lunging at him, her lips on his as his hands found their way to her hips, it was like coming home, sparks and lights flying everywhere. Betty pulled away, her eyes glazed as she gripped at his back, her fingers moving to his wrist and pulling the bracelet from his arm.

“Happy Birthday soulmate.” she whispered,

Jugheads hands tightened around her waist, his eyes wide,

“soulmate?” suddenly clarity hit his face and he pulled her wrist to his face


betty giggled “oh” she repeated

A grin  split his face and he swung Betty around

“ hey there soulmate” he laughed

Memorial Day

Summary: Steve and Bucky go to the museum on Memorial Day 
A/N: I just couldn’t get this out of my head and I just had to write it out. Let me know what you think. Thank you to those who serve/served. 
Word count : 650

Bucky pulled his baseball cap lower as he walked behind Steve. It had been Steve’s idea to visit the museum on their walk, Bucky had been hesitant but his therapist had suggested it earlier so he gritted his teeth and followed Steve. Steve dressed similarly in a baseball cap, walked into museum straight past his face plastered on the wall. Bucky’s eyes widened slightly as they roamed over his best friend’s face so largely printed. Sometimes it was still jarring to Bucky, he’d remember how they grew up, the scrappy fights he saved Steve from and then he remembered everything else and it felt like a bucket of ice water over his head. Steve’s voice pulled him from his thoughts, Bucky focussing on his face as Steve nodded to something behind Bucky. Bucky looked behind him, moving out of the way of a group of people. He tilted his face lower, avoiding eye contact as Steve did the same. They walked further into the exhibition together.

“Did we have to come on Memorial Day?” Bucky grumbled, eyes focussing on all the people milling about.

“We’re remembering, and Dr. Bourke said it would be good for you-” Steve looked at Bucky, pausing when he saw his skittering eyes “-we can go if you want, Buck”

Bucky shook his head and a sad smile gracing his lips, “let’s go remember those idiots” he joked, nodding up ahead to the billboard of The Howling Commandos. Steve and Bucky stood shoulder to shoulder staring at the faces of people they had lost, including theirs. Bucky stood on Steve’s right, with his arm still not replaced he rarely let anyone on that side beside Steve.

“Do you still think about them?” Bucky asked quietly, thoughts and memories running around in his head.

“Every day” Steve mumbled back, his eyes not leaving those of his men.

Bucky was pulled out of his thoughts by a tugging on his arm. His brows furrowed before he looked down to see a little girl tugging at his sleeve. She was maybe 5 or 6, blonde hair in a messy ponytail a cute dress on. The only abnormality in her appearance was the medal pinned to her dressed proudly shining amongst the soft pink of the fabric. Steve looked on, as Bucky crouched down to her level. A woman stood close by, the little girl nervously looking back at her. The woman - her mother – nodded with an encouraging smile.

“Are you-” she pauses to look up at the poster of the Howling Commandos “- Sergeant Barnes?” her voice was quiet and unsure. An involuntarily smile spread on Bucky’s face as he nodded once.

“I’m Bucky and that’s Steve” he gestured over his shoulder to Steve who smiled tenderly at the young girl.

She grinned brightly at the two before motioning for Bucky to hold his hand out which he did willing. She opened his palm and placed something in his hand. Bucky looked down and saw two homemade bracelets with letter blocks spelling out two words, Thank You. She looked him in the eyes, his eyes lifting from the bracelets to hers. “Thank you for your service” the words held sincerity he didn’t think one could muster at that age, yet she managed. She smiled at both Bucky and Steve, who watched the exchange behind his friend. She turned to walk back to her mother but looked over her shoulder to give a small wave and bright smile. Bucky and Steve waved before nodding to the mother as the woman did the same in silent gratitude.

Bucky’s knees clicked as he stood up next to Steve, handing one of the handcrafted bracelets to him. Steve looked down at the bracelet before clapping Bucky on the back gently. “Happy Memorial Day, pal”

Bucky shot Steve a soft smile, pocketing the bracelet. It was a Memorial Day he wouldn’t be forgetting.


The Smoking Man offers Mulder a deal.

One of the Samanthas, distraught and shrill, her crooked pixie face lit up in diner-glow red. The sink of déjà vu, the sticky honeycomb ribs of an alien hoax, a microchip in deionized water.

A victory at the hearing, a condemnation, as empty and satisfying as a midnight cigarette.

In her hospital bed, Scully sits like the Kumari Devi against a mountain of pillows, bloodless and sacred, a strange energy around her, something heavy, something ultimate. “Mulder,” she says, and it’s all he can do not to fling himself at her feet.

He tosses his jacket and tie into a corner chair and eases himself onto the edge of her mattress. Their hands find each other; her cold small fingers knit into his large warm ones, her paper hospital bracelet hushing against the thin bones of her wrist.

“Scully,” he says, searching her face for the girl she’d been in Bellefleur. Baby fat and frizzy hair, freckles tossed haphazardly over the bridge of her nose. She’d been the one to kiss him, and he can still conjure the tack of her chapstick on his lips.

This rare woman, who loved him with her actions, who’d shoot him, lie for him, follow him into the darkest night. This woman, who’d begged him to let her carry his sins to her grave.

How unfathomable, that something as prosaic as cancer would dare to touch her.

“Mulder,” she says, and he releases her hand to cup her cheek. She nuzzles into him, blinking slowly in that lopsided way he adores. He pulls her into his arms, surrounding her frail body, bile in his throat. “Mulder,” she sighs into his shoulder.

After a moment, Scully pulls back, and her sublime, sallow face tears him to shreds. “I, um. Got the results from my last scan.”

He brings her hands up to kiss her knuckles, one by one, trying to free the desperate thing that’s thrashing in his ribcage. He can’t bear to look at her, not with the news he knows is coming. His lips touch the mound at the base of her thumb, the line of fate, the labyrinthine whorls of her fingerpads.

“I… I can’t begin to comprehend… nevermind explain … you’re the first one I’ve…” she’s breathy, and the hitch in her voice forces his eyes open, back to hers. They’re glassy and wide, and something begins to dawn on him.

“Mulder… I’m in complete remission. The cancer is gone.”

He stares, the breath sucked from his lungs. And then she breaks into a smile, her tears spilling over, and he’s weightless with a sudden, electric joy. Without thought or reason, he crashes his face to hers, kissing her with everything he has, sloppy and frantic. Laughing against each other’s mouths, his arms tight around her waist. She’s tugging him down on top of her, fumbling at his shirt buttons -


Maggie and Bill at the door, the fluorescent hallway light spilling across the tile. Mulder untangles himself immediately, sitting up, and Bill’s eyes flick wildly from him to Scully and back again.

“Dana?” Bill says, and the hope in his voice makes him sound like a small boy. Scully just nods, the colour high in her cheeks, her goofy, tear-soaked laugh like an answered prayer.

Maggie rushes to the bedside, dropping her purse in a clatter on the floor, drawing Scully into her arms, gasping her name. Bill follows, staring down at Mulder, an uneasy camaraderie written between them.

Mulder slips from the bed, squeezing the lump of Scully’s foot under the blanket. “I’ll, uh, give you some time with your family,” he mumbles, euphoria still humming in his chest.

He’s almost at the door when a hand grips his elbow. Maggie sinks against him, burrowing her cheek into his chest, just as strong and small and sweet as her daughter. A fresh wave of relief seeps through him, and they stand there, embracing, for a long time. She pulls back, reaching to hold his face in her hands, those untamed oceanic eyes so like Scully’s. “Fox, son, you are family.”  

Later, in the hallway, Mulder clutches a bloody, glass-flecked photograph, taken in 1972. He allows himself to grieve. The Smoking Man is dead, and along with him, his best chance of finding the truth about Samantha.

But Scully… Scully is alive. And he’s going to do this thing right.

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Adam + Persephone
  • Adam is twenty-seven years old when he dreams of Persephone.
  • At first, he doesn’t realise he’s dreaming; everything is so similar, from the feel of his pillows to the way Ronan’s solid warmth presses against his bare skin. Yet then there’s a faint dip in the mattress, a soft exhale and she’s suddenly there, too pale, too faded. She doesn’t belong, though Adam struggles to remember why.
  • He remembers when he wakes up, and the realisation crushes him each time.
  • Persephone doesn’t talk - ever. He’s uncertain whether she even can, or if she simply doesn’t want to. It doesn’t matter though, because he talks enough for the two of them, and Adam only has to look into her eyes to understand her. It’s always been like this. They share a bond, unbroken even by death, that grows stronger with each of her visits, and during his waking hours he feels the tug of her presence with increasing frequency.
  • Sometimes Adam brings out her tarot cards. They’re kept in a jade, silk pouch in his coat pocket, alongside the charm bracelet he bought for her before she died yet never had the courage to give. When his hand brushes against the pouch, he feels her presence so sharply it becomes unbearable and he remembers when she would sit him down and go through each of the cards. Persephone was always patient - he was never scolded for his mistakes, nor would she laugh or mock him. Instead, she would run through their meanings again and make Adam repeat them back until each one had been ingrained into his memory.
  • Although his memory isn’t as great as it used to be, he can still remember every single one.
  • In his dreams, she wants him to take them out. When he does, she always picks out the same card - the Nine of Cups - and there is a question in her eyes. Even in death, she is always looking out for him in her own way.
  • “Yes, I’m happy,” Adam says each time, because it’s the truth.

anonymous asked:

hey isaac got any jake dillinger hcs?


  • jake figures out he’s bi bc he has a sex dream abt harry styles when he’s like 15
  • speaking of one direction, he goes SO damn hard for them and he cried when he saw them in concert in middle school (tbh 75% of the time he’s crying over 1d)
  • speaking of pop music that just really rustles jake’s jimmies, he would literally take a bullet for carly rae jepsen. like she’s his number one and everytime she goes on tour u will see his ass there. he has a fan twitter an everything. he once gave rich a black eye for saying she’s overrated (”She Saved The Gays Rich You Dumb Fuck Respect Her”)
  • he makes friendship bracelets for all his friends and he never takes them off like he would rather die (michael cries when jake gives him and jeremy theirs which makes jake cry and jeremy is just like ??? wtf guys its just some strings and michael tells him to shut his whore mouth lmao)
  • he has three (3) pet hermit crabs and their names are homerun, chicken nugget and mustard. he posts daily pics of them on his snapchat
  • all of his socks are neon (most of them are knee high, he wears them with shorts like a dumbass) and he refuses to wear any other kind
  • he makes chloe a smoothie every morning and brings it to her at school. every month is a different flavor and he always adds whipped cream
  • on special occasions (or when he;s just really feeling himself) he puts glitter in his hair
  • the first time his group of friends all come to one of his Big Games togther he cried and got yelled a by his coach bc he stopped in the middle fo the field to wave to them (michael actually comes to a lot of his games, i mean they all do but michael goes to the most)
  • he’s on the chess team. he’s their worst player but no one has the heart to tell him bc he gets so excited while playing
  • if he sees a hula hoop. he’s gonna hula hoop. and he will not stop, his hips keep spinning. the colors r whirling around him. everything is begging him to stop but he’s running so no one can grab them to end this hell. he’s unstoppable.
Nessian - Depressed!Cassian

A Three Part Nessian Headcanon that I made into three short sections.

[Depressed!Cassian - Part 1/3]

Nesta Archeron took a deep breath and marched across the hall. She banged her knuckles on Cassian’s door twice–grimacing at how eager she hadn’t meant to sound.

“Who is it?” he called. She didn’t bother answering. Just pushed open the door and waltzed in, making sure the easy fabric of her dress fluttered just so around her hips–

She frowned.

Cassian was lying in bed with his back to her. Fine, it was fine.

His wings were in full view–wrapped in fresh white bandages, tightly bound to his back. His light, ash-brown skin paler from the weeks he’d spent indoors. She thought he might be staring out the tall windows at the sunset over Velaris. But maybe he’d been sleeping.

He’d done a lot of sleeping lately.

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Who cares | 01 (m)

pairing: kim taehyung x oc 
genre/warnings: soon to be smut, angst, drama,   
• words: 2,652
summary: what happens when Taehyung falls for someone who’s already taken? Can he control his feelings or will they take over and render him powerless? In the end is it all her fault or his…?
• note. inspired by Dean’s album 130 mood:trbl. 

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Consider if you would for a moment that not everything is 100% better when everyone gets back to the village, consider it still being hard for Branch to open up and sing and dance without caring like everyone else. Consider the sound of a hug time bracelet going off still making him feel like he can’t breathe (and everyone knowing this so no one tries to hug him, also everyone knows Poppy is the one exception.) And even consider him having relapse of going grey (Poppy comes over for a surprise visit and finds him sitting in his bunker in the dark and she knows what’s going on before he even turns around because she can hear him sniffling and even with the lights off she can see his color is gone, and when he finally does realize she’s there he can’t stop apologizing. “I- I’m sorry Poppy I didn’t mean to I just-” “you can leave I’m sorry i know I’m just being stupid” “I swear I’ll be b- better soon I’m sorry I’m sorry-” but she doesn’t accept any of the apologize because he has nothing to be sorry for in her eyes. So she just sits next to him, let’s him cry, gets him water, sings to him, gives him hugs if he asks for them, because she knows what to do. Because this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. But she doesn’t care, all she cares about is being with him in times like this, no matter how long it will take.

Consider this does take a long time. Longer than anyone cares to keep track of.

Now consider Poppy being woken up to Branch opening the curtains to let in the sun and shaking her because “Poppy, Poppy, POPPY GET UP” “the party’s tonight and we still have so much to do!!” “Its not everyday guy diamond has a birthday you know” “and I was just at the bakery, and you’ll have to go down and talk to them because they think I’m just being picky, but no way do those cupcakes have enough edible glitter let me tell you” “also Dj changed the music mix without telling me and I’m not sure I like the new one as much-” the only thing that stops his well-planed rambling is the light musical ping of her and his very own hug time bracelet. And he is immediately beside her bed with his arms out and a light blush on his cheeks. Poppy can’t help it, she jumps out of bed so fast they both go tumbling to the ground.

Newcomers Pt 17

Creten gathered what was left of his belongings from his home that had been burned down during the battle for his small town. There was not much left but he was happy to find a few of his books were still in good order or were salvageable. The Humans had offered his father a temporary robotic arm that he refused probably still bitter about being defeated. In fact Creten was sad to be leaving at all, for the last few days he had been welcomed by them and they had answered his mountain of questions and seemed pleased to meet someone who was interested in their culture. He and the rest of the now refugees as the Humans called them were being sent to Geeda with the others, they were told that it was being used as a holding area for those caught up in this war.

Ruffling through the burned wreckage he found what he was sent to find, a picture of his mother, he snatched it and ran out to the street.

“Father I found it!”

“Ah good” he said taking and looking at it with a smile on his face, he ran his finger over her features as if he was scared he might forget them. He knew that she had gone west towards the capital and that was likely where the Humans were going next. He hoped like they had done here they would not kill anyone they did not have to.

“You guys ready?” asked one of the Humans that was helping them into the trucks.

“Yes, let us go”

Creten helped his father to his feet and the Human picked up the bags and followed them to one of the rear trucks. Just as his father got on Creten turned to the Human.

“Can I really not stay here? I want to stay and see everything”

Hopkins looked down at him smiling and handed him one of the bags.

“You are brave little one and you have a good head on your shoulders, but the front is no place for you. Your strength lies inside your mind and your people will need you once this war is over”

“Can I at least…” Creten looked at Hopkins pocket smiling and he pulled out a few sweets.

“There those are my last ones”

“Thank you”

Hopkins lifted him into the truck and he sat by his father.

“Take care all of you, there are clean beds and hot meals waiting for you in Geeda.

“What about those who defended it?” asked Creten’s father and Hopkins turned to him.

“I can’t say for anyone specific but there are many survivors” Hopkins banged the side of the truck and it began to pull away with Creten waving goodbye to the Humans they passed.

They rode for hours with the tracks of the truck kicking up dust and dirt behind them making the small town they had called home fade from view as if being erased.

Going past them heading the opposite way were Gal and Human infantry running on foot and vehicles carrying other supplies and to Creten’s joy a Bastion. Behind him a flap that separated the drivers from the occupants opened and a Human handed them some protein bars saying the journey will be longer than expected.

The reason was traffic, there were a lot of vehicles trying to get in Greeda through only a small number of gates, and not all were Human vehicles.

In the weeks since Greeda fell it became the place for refugees to go and be housed by the Humans who felt it their duty to help those caught up in the war. One thing they did not stop and even in fact they encouraged was the travelling of Benemar merchants. They would come and trade their goods with the refugees and Humans alike who paid them well. Soon other merchants were making their way into Human controlled territory to trade their goods.

It was nearly midnight when they arrived at one of Geeda’s recently repaired gates and they were stopped once more by Human guards that came and inspected the truck. Many feared this was the moment the Human would show their true colours and kill them but all the guards did was ask them their names and hand them ID bracelets.

They passed through the gate and into the city which was rather quiet as it was close to the middle of the night now and everyone had retired to bed, the truck suddenly stopped and they were asked to disembark.

There was a waiting waiting of them and once they had all exited the truck it left them in the middle of the street with this guard holding a clipboard watching them.

“Hello everyone my name is Lieutenant Rosev and I am the one in charge of this section of the city. This building behind me is your new home” he indicated the large housing block that could hold hundreds of families, small townsmen like them could only dream of living in one of these.

“They have all been checked and stocked with beds and basic living needs, the water is a bit dodgy but we are working on fixing it. Tomorrow food will be distributed from a centre down the road. So yeah, find a bed and fall in I guess, goodnight” he saluted then and walked off.

They all looked around a bit dumbfounded, these were supposed to be luxury apartments for only the highly rich or privileged Benemar and they were being given to them freely and without questions.

“I don’t know about you lot but I have no intention of freezing out here on the street” Creten’s father Malthos said heading inside. He had become the town elder since the last was killed during the battle and the town survivors looked to him for guidance. They slowly followed him inside.

The next morning Creten ran to the window having been woken by the sound of low flying aircraft, there were hundreds of fighters and bombers heading west and flying low. He watched excited and memorizing their strange shape and holding his ears at the loud booming sound they made when they passed overhead. His father was none to happy at being woken so abruptly and simply shouted at his son to go to this distribution centre the Humans had told them about to get food.

Creten did not need telling twice as he already had his boots on when his father called for him.

The streets were packed, you would have been forgiven for believing that the city never came under attack nor was under Human occupation. The streets were filled with Benemar, both survivors of the when the city fell and refugees from other such towns like his. Children played in the streets, merchants had set up stalls and adults chatted. He headed in the direction the Human had told them the centre was and on the way he passed a building that was once a gathering hall but had been turned into a walk in hospital by the Humans. He looked inside and saw Human doctors treating sick Benemar offering such services freely. Such services on Bento were hard to come by sometimes and even if one could find a healer the price of such treatment was extortionate. But the Humans asked for nothing and gave without question. They were not unobserved though, looking up he saw Gal, not a large number maybe half a dozen looking down and moving along the buildings slowly, there were a few Humans sitting on perches but they seemed more interested in chatting with each other than keeping an eye on them. He went on his way and found the food centre, naturally there was a long line as it was the morning and people were waiting for their morning meals. He hated waiting, he wanted to explore and talk to the Human soldiers who he saw every so often wandering around unarmed but completely at ease.

“Creten?” he heard someone call his name and looked around but could not see where it was coming from. “Creten!” he heard again louder and closer and he was suddenly seized from behind and spun to face this newcomer.

“Selan!” he shouted leaping into the arms of his big sister “You’re alive!”

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Um..our town fell, the Humans sent us here”

Selan’s face fell “Why didn’t you leave and go to the capital?”

“Mother did, father and me along with a number of others stayed and fought”

“You fought the Humans?” Selan said shocked at the thought of her baby brother even lifting a rifle let alone firing it.

“We lost as you can see but they did not mistreat us, most of the those who stayed survived”

“Father?” Selan said quickly.

“He is at home, or the home we have been given”

Selan let out a breathe of relief.

“Where is Jeqan and Kop?” Creten asked.

Selan’s face dropped and she shook her head “They died fighting to the last and with honour”

Creten grew angry, he hated that word honour for in his mind it was worthless and so many died for it. “They shouldn’t have died at all and we shouldn’t be fighting either”

Selan glared at him “They are the enemy” she hissed.

“Are they? They have been nothing but kind to me and father once they saw we were not warriors, like now I am in line to get food which they say they do not charge for”

Selan said nothing.

“How many long hours did we spend in the salt fields scratching at the dirt in the hopes we might eat something or find enough to sell?”

Selan was a bit taken back by this, Creten was usually so submissive and easily spoken down to but now he stood tall. He had a new confidence that she had not seen before.

Finally he arrived at the desk where a Human female greeted him.

“Bracelet please” she asked holding out her hand and Creten put his arm up with his ID bracelet on and it was scanned.

“I see you have your father is in the city with you” she said reading a screen “Do you want to collect for him as well?”

“Yes please”

“One meal or the entire day?”

“Um…the whole day please”

She disappeared behind a curtain for a few minutes and Creten turned back to his sister who had said nothing.

“Have you tried their food?” he asked.

She looked at him out the corner of her eye as if refusing to face him “It’s not bad” she finally said and the Human reappeared with three large bags.

“This is your morning meal, your afternoon meal and your evening meal. There are few sweets in there as well”

“Chocolate?” he asked excited and the Human smiled and nodded. “Yay”

“Yay?” Selan asked not familiar with this word.

“It’s a Human word it’s used as a small celebration for when something happens that they like”

“Oh” she said “Let’s go see father then”

Creten turned and led the way and Selan watched him go a few paces “Traitor” she whispered to herself before following.

Wait For It - Jason Todd Soulmate AU

A/N: This was originally posted on @dcvalentineexchange as a gift for @rent-a-bat. I am really glad you liked it, doll.

Everyone is born with a bracelet. No one knows for sure why, whether it be evolution, fate, or God trying to makes things easier on humanity, but before you even take your first breath, the bracelet appears on your wrist. The color always starts out muted, on the very coldest end of the color spectrum. It is different for everyone, but most are born with a deep true blue. Very rarely is a person born with a green or even a purple bracelet, closer to the warmth of meeting their soulmate. Scientists had figured out long ago that the color of your bracelet changed with age, not distance, which kept many a lonely heart from wandering the world in search of their love.

Y/N’s parents were both born with purple bracelets. They met in middle school and continued on to be high school sweethearts. Even after being together so long, the bright white of their bracelets had yet to fade in the slightest.

Y/N, like the majority of the world, was born with the deep blue that meant she wouldn’t meet her soulmate for many years. She tried not to be jealous of her baby sister’s green wrist. Everyone has a soulmate right? And all good things come to those who wait. Everyday of her life she would wake up and check for any hint of change on her wrist, but for many years it remained blue.

She and her family, like many, decided to take pictures of the bands on birthdays to see the color change over the years. One of the happiest days in her memory was the day she realized that her band had become the slightest bit more purple since last year.

The day her little sister’s band turned white was painful and yet she was still happy. Her band was a lot more purple than it had once been, and she still had a long time to meet her mate. She watched many of her friends meet their soulmates in middle school and high school. She watched them and was content with the blue-purple of her band.

Until one day, she woke up in the middle of the night to see the purple fading into black. She turned on the light just in time to see the darkness spread until it engulfed every bit of pigment. She felt a cold chill engulf her entire body.

They were dead. Whoever they were. She would never meet her soulmate. She felt like oxygen was no longer enough for her body. She was lightheaded and the room was spinning, but no matter how much air she gulped, it didn’t change the emptiness in her chest.

She didn’t realize she was making noise until her parents burst into the room to find her sobbing and clutching her wrist to her chest.

Things changed after that. She tended to wear long sleeves or tie a wide ribbon over her band. For a little while she would pretend the band wasn’t black underneath. For a while she even would have sworn it was dark purple, but when she finally had the courage to look again, it was just as black as she remembered.

After several months, she grew used to it. The pain wasn’t as constant and seeing the black didn’t sting as bad. So she embraced it. She stopped trying to cover the fact that her soulmate was dead. People still flinched when they saw the black band on the wrist of one so young, only 17 and already alone. Many even went so far as to apologize, as if the words of a stranger could possibly change the color of her wrist.

One day, long after she had come to terms with the fact that she would never have a soulmate, she woke up to find her bracelet of magenta. Something had changed and she was much closer to meeting her soulmate than she had ever been before. She felt that same breathless feeling she had felt so long ago when her bracelet had first turned black. She had spent so long coming to terms with never meeting her soulmate that the idea of suddenly having one again was world shattering. What had suddenly changed? Why now? After all she had been through? Asking questions wasn’t going to change the color of her wrist and only time would bring the answers so she continued on best she could.

She heard about the new vigilante in town. He was shaking things up and making life hard for a lot of bad people, but he also stood against Batman. She didn’t really have a strong opinion about him, other than she didn’t want to get on his bad side.

She pretended not to notice how warm her bracelet was beginning to look. The fiery red her band was becoming, but it almost seemed to glow at times. She took to wearing long sleeved shirts again.

She didn’t expect her life to change again so soon, but not too long later she found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was walking home from work when the Red Hood stumbled out of an alley and fell onto the sidewalk in front of her. She didn’t really put a lot into helping him, but before she knew it he was lying unconscious on her couch while she patched up his wounds.

She knew the moment he woke up. His breathing changed before he grabbed her wrist, his hand closing over her band. She let him gain his bearings and stayed silent while he realized he wasn’t in danger. Even though she had left his helmet on, she could tell the moment his eyes fixed on hers.

“Who are you?” His voice came out, garbled and a bit unnatural.

“Nobody.” She answered quietly.

They sat studying each other for several seconds before his eyes caught sight of his band. It was a vibrant snowy white against his skin. He slowly released her hand and gently moved the fabric of her sleeve to find that her band was the same.

That now familiar breathless feeling came back. Luckily her soulmate has good reflexes and caught her before she slipped of the couch and onto the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asked, extremely concerned at how his soulmate had reacted.

She nodded and steadied herself. He cautiously let her go and reached for his helmet. He lifted it off to reveal an attractive young man with dark hair and bright blue eyes.

“Hi, I’m Jason. And I guess I’m your soulmate, doll.”

Caramel Kissed- A Submitted Imagine

​A/N: This is an absolute gem that someone had submitted to me earlier today. I hope you all loved it as much as I did!! Thank you so much, anon. It was awesome! 

Originally posted by marauderseraimagines

Remus was once again at his favorite candy store and as soon as him and his parents walked in, the boy went straight to the chocolate aisle. it was the week before Hogwarts and he wanted to stock on his favorite muggle chocolates as well as get some new ones to try. His eyes scanned the bars and he got some of his well known ones, quickly glancing through some he hadn’t seen yet. Some names caught his attention and he selected a few more, being careful not to go overboard otherwise his mother would never allow him to continue with this habit. 

Honestly Lupin was lucky his mom even let him keep such a vast collection of sweets, but who can say no to a boy who studied so hard and asked for nothing else in return? Thank Merlin she never got to know about the trouble he got in with the marauders otherwise he was sure he would never be allowed even a little candy ever again in his life. 

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Young!Sirius Black Imagine: Not A Cheater

Hello, this was requested, not so long ago and I really liked the idea :D I hope I didn’t disappoint you, who requested this..

It was your sixth year, and your life, you thought, couldn’t get any better. Your grades were getting higher and Christmas holidays were coming, you had fun with your friends every day after class and the guy you’ve been in love for so long, asked you to be his girlfriend (that was a few months ago, but still, you remembered it like it was yesterday) and that guy was the Sirius Black.

When he asked you out last year, a week before summer break began, out of nowhere, you gladly accepted. During summer he wrote you a few letters and when school began again, while at the King’s Cross, he spotted you in the crowd and pushed himself through it, when he finally reached you and kissed your cheek You were a little bit surprised, but you got used to his attention after awhile. It was September and you really grew closer, you got to know him, his ardent desires and deepest secrets and even tho you’ve had a crush on him for awhile, before you even got to knew him, you now realized that he was even better than what you thought he might be. And one night, he showed up in your bedroom and asked you to be his, to which you just nodded, hoping it isn’t just a dream.

“They’re staring at you again.” Remus said to Sirius, as they sat in the Great Hall at breakfast opposite James and Peter. Sirius followed Remus’ gaze which landed on three Hufflepuff girls, sitting behind Gryffindor table. When Sirius looked at them, they started giggling.

Sirius didn’t mind, he just shrugged his shoulders and continued eating. James took a look at the girls, and so did Peter.

“That blonde one, on the left is quite pretty.” mumbled James. Peter nodded and smiled to the girls.

“I thought you like Lily.” Remus added.

“Oh, I do, I do..but that doesn’t mean I can’t consider other girls pretty.”

They all turned their heads to Sirius, wondering if James’ words encouraged him to admit what he really thinks of the girls, behind him, who worshiped him as some Greek god.

When Sirius looked up at his three friends, he rolled his eyes at them, as he swallowed his last piece of toast.

“They seem nice,” he said simply, “but, they’re not my (y/n).” he said as he got up and the three of them chuckled.

“I still can’t get over, that you’ve settled down,” said Remus, “and it’s been what? 4 months?”

Sirius nodded. It’s been four months since you’ve started dating, seven months since your first date and nine months since he first really noticed you. He didn’t knew your name, even tho you two were in the same year, but he was pretty busy all these years with girls that threw themselves at him, but you didn’t, you only watched him from afar. But that all changed now!

Sirius said goodbye to his friends, saying he’ll be seeing them when the class starts. He exited the Great Hall with an intention to look around for you.

Meanwhile, you were just leaving your common room, your books under your arm, while you looked on your watch on another one, wondering what the time is. 

“Shit” you mumbled, when you realized you missed breakfast. Still, you made your way through the crow of students, who were going to their classes. As you were looking around for Sirius, an unfamiliar voice called your name.

You turned around and saw a guy, you recognized as Dirk Cresswell. You only knew him by his name, you had no idea what house was he in.

You smiled lightly at him and waited for him to start talking. 

“Hi! I was wondering where you were.” he said happily, like he’d was your best friend.

You raised your brow slightly, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you just nodded and looked around to see, if Sirius was anywhere to be seen.

“So, (Y/L/N) where’s your boyfriend? You know, it’s not nice of him to leave his girlfriend all alone.” he said, as he put his hand on the wall, covering your view.

You rolled your eyes at this dickhead, “Exactly, Sirius is my boyfriend, not my mother, I can take care of myself.”

Dick laughed, not minding your rude attitude.

“Well you and I should go out sometime, you see, I would never leave you alone.”

“Go to hell Cress-” before you could finish your sentence, his hands took yours in a tight grip in one quick movement, as his lips were forcefully pressed on yours. In your sudden shock you didn’t move, but not for a long time, then you tried to move your head and hands, but he was too strong.

As he finally pulled back, and gave you a cocky smile, you slapped his face in one swift movement. Your face was red from anger, you were furious, you were surprised and so angry, that you were lost for words.

“…You!” you pointed at his face “are an idiot.” was all you managed to say, as you walked away quickly.

Now, you really wanted to find Sirius and tell him what happened. Should you?

‘He’ll be mad, really mad! But what if I don’t tell him? He’ll find out either way. A lot of people saw that kiss.” your mind spoke.

As you made your way to the classroom, you couldn’t help but notice a stern look Remus Lupin gave you, as you were walking in his direction.

“Hi Remus.” you said casually.

He didn’t respond, he just sighed and looked behind you. You turned around and saw Sirius, who wasn’t looking at you, but at Remus.

As if you were air, he passed by you, not even giving you a glance, a word…nothing.

“Sirius?” you called after him and then he stopped. He turned around and gave you an annoying look.

What’s up with him, you thought.

“What’s the matter?” you asked him, maybe he was having a bad day, but that’s still not the reason to ignore his girlfriend. 

Remus looked behind him and when he saw Sirius was ‘’talking’’ to you, or more you were talking to him, he gave him one last look, before he disappeared in the classroom.

The hall was empty, everyone has already gone to class, so it was just you and Sirius.

Instead of his usual warm and positive energy, he was now radiating a cold one. You knew something was very wrong, but you had no idea, that you were the problem.

“Sirius? Why aren’t you talking to me?” you questioned.

He rolled his eyes and avoided an eye contact with you, so you grabbed him by his arm and tried to turn him, to face you, but instead he quickly brushed your hand off his arm.

You were surprised by a cold movement, you couldn’t understand what was his problem.

“Don’t touch me!” He said with his low tone, giving you an angry look.

“What’s your problem?!”

“What is my problem? What’s yours?! I’m not cheating on you, you are the one who does. So, it’s not me who has problems.”

It felt like a cold rush it you, when he accused you of cheating. At first you didn’t understand, you would never cheat on him, not on anyone who you were in a relationship with. Then you though for a moment and remembered how many people saw your kiss with Dirk. The kiss you didn’t even want to happen in the first place.

“Sirius..it’s not what you think-”

“Just leave it, okay?” he cut you off, “we’re done.” he said in a firm voice, turned around and disappeared in the classroom.

You stood there, all alone, with your eyes staring blankly at the door through which he left you, shattered and broken. In that moment you could swear, it felt like someone split in a million pieces. You couldn’t believe what just happened. You were positive Sirius didn’t saw the kiss, so who told him? Remus obviously knew also, but how? The news around Hogwarts spread around quickly, especially if they were about the Sirius Black. You couldn’t go to class that day, you just couldn’t…it felt like all the happiness in your heart suddenly disappeared and you were left on your own, with your thoughts, which wandered to Sirius every second of your day.

“I still can’t believe she did that!” James said, as him, Remus, Sirius and Peter were sitting in the Gryffindor common room, gathered around the fire. It’s been a week after your breakup and you tried to talk to Sirius, but he ignored you. So you tried your luck with the Marauders, but they didn’t want to talk to you either. Sirius was acting strong on the outside, but on the inside he was also broken. He couldn’t believe that you did such thing to him, after he gave you his heart and soul. When girls found out Sirius was single again, he couldn’t get rid of them. However, he pushed away from himself, every single girl that tried to get too close.

“She seemed so nice..” Peter added and Sirius just chuckled.

“Well, she’s not. She can go ahead and have that nasty Cresswell of hers.” he said, as he played with his bracelet that you gave him on his birthday last month.

In that split second, you entered the room, quickly making your way to your dorm. You felt their eyes on you, but you didn’t turn around, you knew it would be pointless.

“She seems sad.”Remus said.

“She better be! Cheating on your Pads, who the hell, does she think she is?” James said out loud, not intentionally, but you heard it.

That hurt you even more, tears streamed down your face, but luckily no one saw them, as you were already making your way up the stairs.

“Do you know what boxing is?” a muggle born Aaron Waterhouse asked his friends, as they were sitting at the table next to the one where the Marauders sat. It’s been two weeks now and nor did you or Sirius feel any better. Days were duller and sadder, Hogwarts was not a happy place to stay anymore. You saw each other everywhere, sometimes he’d catch your gaze, but then he’d quickly look away.

“Sure, it’s a muggle sport isn’t it? one of Aaron’s friends asked him.

“It’s more than that!” Aaron exclaimed.

The Marauders laughed, as they watched the third years, having a conversation about boxing.

“Hey, isn’t boxing, when two people hit each other in the face?” some pureblood asked.

Aaron rolled his eyes. “Not just in the face, Ben. Muhammad Ali is probably the greatest boxer there will ever be. It’s a shame I missed a lot of his matches this year, since I’m here and there is no TV!”

Aaron’s friends laughed and so did the Marauders. It was extraordinary how much a muggle world was different from the wizarding one.

“I don’t know about that Muhammad guy, but I bet (y/n) (y/l/n) could knock him down.” one of them said.

Sirius’ eyes widened, what were they talking about? The Marauders shared a look, as the third years kept talking about you.

“Did you see how she smacked that Cresswell guy’s face, after he kissed her? Legendary!”

Remus looked at Sirius, whose eyebrows were slightly raised, he didn’t know you punched Dirk after he kissed you. He was sure you kissed him.

“Now everything makes sense.” James mumbled under his breath.

Remus gave him a confused look and so did Peter, but Sirius looked at Prongs and then it clicked. His heart started racing, it felt as if he was somehow born again. There was still a chance for you and him and it gave him some hope that it might be what he was thinking it was.

He rushed out of the library, to the hall and ran to the Gryffindor common room, almost knocking professor McGonagall over, who blinked a few times and narrowed her eyes at the running boy.

As he past the stairs to the girls dormitories and ignored the warnings of the head girl there, he made it to your dorm.

He sighed, he was nervous and had no idea if you even wanted to see him, but after he heard steps behind him, he opened the door, stepped into the room and in a swing closed them behind him.

You looked up from your desk, to see who it was, at first you thought it was Alice or Marlene, but when you lifted your gaze, you recognized a face, you would thought of last to be seen here.

“Sirius…” you breathed out, as you stood up and he made his way to you. His eyes were shining brightly, they were no longer sad, like they were from your last encounter.

You gulped. “W-what are you doing here?”

He looked down, he was ashamed and in some way it was good that he was. This could never happen, if he’d just listen to you.

“I came here to apologize.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, was he really saying that? After two weeks that were the best words your heard in awhile. Was he finally coming to his senses?

“I’m sorry (y/n)…I really am. I’ve been such an asshole lately..I don’t even know what came to me..I just..I was so mad when Remus told me, he saw you kiss with that jerk. In my jealousy I assumed ..that you didn’t want to be with me anymore and that you were rather with him..”

Your eyes grew bigger, the last sentence was completely stupid and you couldn’t help but start laughing. But not for a long time, when you saw Sirius’ hurt face, your heart started to ache.

“Sirius…I could never replace you with that idiot Cresswell, don’t you know that? I love you, so much it hurts my heart. And when you accused me of cheating..I-I just couldn’t..” tears started streaming down your face, as Sirius pulled you into his arms.

“Shh..I’m sorry love. I didn’t want to hurt you.It was all my fault. I really am sorry.” he said softly into your hair.

You looked up at him and he smiled, as he caressed your teary cheeks.

“Do you still love me?” he asked you sincerely.

You nodded. “I never stopped loving you.”

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. It felt good to feel his touch, to hear his voice and to be in his presence after two weeks which seemed like forever to you.

“How did you find out, anyway?” you asked him after awhile.

Sirius chuckled, as you two lied in your bed, snuggled under a blanket.

“Em..some third year olds compared your boxing skills to…some guy named…Muhammad Ali?”

“Who?” you asked confusingly.

“I don’t know.” he said chuckling, as he kissed your lips one more time.

I hope this doesn’t suck too much, anyway keep requesting, I will have a lot of time writing, as I am going on a vacation and as a lazy person I don’t do much there, so yeah..I will have plenty of time :D