emergency-preparation

Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton.
It stands, prepared to emerge, and I carry it
with me—this other thing I will become at death,
and yet it keeps me erect and limber in my walk,
my rival.

What will the living see of me
if they should open my grave but my bones
that will stare at them through hollow sockets
and bared teeth.

I write this to warn my friends
not to be shocked at my changed attitude
toward them, but to be aware
that I have it in me to be someone
other than I am, and I write to ask forgiveness
that death is not wholesome for friendships,
that bones do not talk, have no quarrel with me,
do not even know I exist.

A machine called skeleton will take my place
in the minds of others when I am dead
among the living, and that machine
will make it obvious that I have died
to be identified by bones
that have no speech, no thought, no mind
to speak of having let themselves be carried
once around in me, as at my service
at the podium or as I lay beside my love
or when I held my child at birth
or embraced a friend or shook a critic’s hand
or held a pen to sign a check or book
or wrote a farewell letter to a love
or held my penis at the bowl
or lay my hand upon my face at the mirror
and approved of it.

There is Ignatow, it will be said,
looking down inside the open grave.
I’ll be somewhere in my poems, I think,
to be mistaken for my bones, but There’s Ignatow
will be said. I say to those who persist,
just read what I have written.
I’ll be there, held together by another kind
of structure, of thought and imagery,
mind and matter, love and longing, tensions
opposite, such as the skeleton requires
to stand upright, to move with speed,
to sit with confidence, my friend the skeleton
and I its friend, shielding it from harm.

—-

My skeleton, my rival

David Ignatow

—- 

Graphic - Keiichi Tanaami

To those in the path of Irma

Hotlines (please message me to correct any errors)

  • Disaster Distress Hotline : 1-800-985-5996
  • Florida Emergency Information Hotline: 1-800-343-3557
  • Florida Transportation Hotline (for those who are unable to evacuate during mandatory evacuation) : 1-800-955-5504

•Packing for evacuation

  • roll up your clothes when you pack, this makes the clothes compact and allows you to be able to pack more things into your bag
  • be sure to prepare emergency supplies and basic necessities – water, food (preferably dry canned/ready-to-eat foods like nuts or biscuits), first aid kid, torches with supply of batteries. And for the ladies, bring about 1-2 packs of pads/tampons to last you. You never know when the supplies will run out
  • have with you a battery-opperated radio to keep you informed on the situation

•others

  • evacuate immediately when authorities tell you to do so
  • i’m not really sure if this is needed but Morse Code wld be very useful, especially SOS

•if there is any other things to be added on, please do message me

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Contra: Part Two

                  Old Dog, New Tricks: First Installment

                                                 Part One

                                                 Part Two

                                                 Part Three

                                                Part Four

                                                Part Five

                                                 Part Six

                                                Summary:

Bucky Barnes was someone you never thought that could lead you to danger after your sex filled summer - it led to only that. After months of playing between the sheets, you were suddenly in the line of work you never expected to be - part of the Avengers. With the help of the team, you learn to transform into something else. Someone else.

Word Count: 2,560

Notes: Cursing, Angst, Some fluff.

let me know what you think :)

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Preference "How they react to you constantly pranking them while being pregnant"

(Woooo more twd preference :D Sorry it’s shorter,I just got too tired from my work so this is all that my brain could come up with XD  Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d fall for it a few times before catching on and playfully start to taunt you back, even coming up with his own pranks. He’d resort to spilling water over you subtly and give you the biggest scare of your life, as you’re confused as to what is happening to you all while feel up your stomach and talk to your child playfully telling them about how he got you.

Daryl-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d always give you the benefit of the doubt and would instantly rush to your side, getting irritated at anyone that would get in the way. He’d just have the habit of already grabbing and pulling you to get you to the infirmary, only to come to a stop as you’d laugh and for him to sigh and just be in disbelief the he fell for you again.

Rick-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d usually be in shock and would try to remind himself of Carl’s birth, only to calm down once you’d start to laugh. Wanting nothing more than to see you so happy, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from attacking you with all sorts of kisses as a way to get back at you.

Merle-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d freak out not knowing what to do apart from screaming at everyone around to help him to get you to welcome your child, before nearly getting into a fight with then as they wouldn’t be quick enough. As he’d realize it was a joke, he’d take a deep breath and sit down to talk with you about it, only to tell you that you should only fake it when someone annoying talks too much.

Glenn-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d instantly jump up and start enumerating each and every step of your birthing plan that you both practice a lot, making you laugh to see how he’d freak out. As he’d catch on, he’d shake his head and just mumble to himself that he was really worried about you, only to try and make you feel bad and have to comfort him.

The Governor-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d get more worried and concerned than anything, only to finally chuckle and find it funny as you’d playfully reveal it to him. He’d then just cup your cheeks and remind you that he seriously worries about you and that playing with his heart that way really scares him.

Abraham-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d start to catch onto it quite fast and would be playfully mean to you, ignoring you and just telling everyone that you’re a horrible mother for constantly trying to scare him. He’d make sure to let all of your friends know and would try to prove his point, only to feel bad whenever you’d play into it too seriously.

Eugene-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d tell everyone to calm down and that he has the situation in hand, making his way slowly to help you, only to figure out rather quickly that you’re joking around. He’d then have a serious talk about it, reminding you that it it’s not always a good idea to joke around at this stage of your pregnancy, especially as it actually worries him.

Jesus-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d always have the habit to go get the doctor or say that he would, only for you to stop him before he really leaves you. As you’d tell him, he’d shake his head and just ask you as to why are you always scaring him that way, all while he rubs your stomach as if trying to comfort you back.

Dwight-Whenever you’d prank him by pretending to lose your waters as you’re heavily pregnant, he’d roll his eyes at you, chuckling and telling you to handle it yourself. He’d realize how playful you were and would just make you laugh back with how sarcastic he can be, yet nonetheless, nothing would stop him from eyeing you up and down to make sure you’re still alright.

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SPN Season13 in the Galaxy not so Far Away, aka Supernatural vs Star Wars

We all know how important “Star Wars” are in the SPN universe, but I just had a revelation yesterday: we are now in the point of the story that literally just arrived at the doorstep of “a new hope”, and everything just fell into place. 

(To the fellow SW fans: I am drawing parallels here only to the first six movies, excluding everything else, because I realised this is a topic that you can write about for hours and hours - with this thought in mind, I have limited myself to the very basic character overview. If anyone wants to add plot analysis, philosophy, more future speculation or whatever else, please feel encouraged to do so!)

The classic “Star Wars” is a franchise that is an archetypical, medieval adventure/fairy tale/coming-of-age story set in space, with magic, romance, religion, philosophy, knights, dark lords, orphaned heroes, a princess, wizards and scoundrels, a quest, epic battles, a war between good and evil, love, choices and redemption. It also talks a lot about free will, nature vs nurture, found family vs blood family, the power of love, faith, hope, self-understanding, and self-acceptance.

It’s a perfect parallel to Supernatural. So, let’s have a look:

1) Lucifer is Anakin/Darth Vader. The one with amazing powers, the one who stood out among the Jedi/angels, who was supposed to be “the bringer of light”, but who was brought to the Dark Side due to hubris and hate, and to rules he didn’t agree with, the rules given from above. The moment love was gone from his life, Anakin/Lucifer went bye-bye, gave in to the power of evil, and became the Dark Lord. 

Once Luke/Jack came into the picture, Anakin/Lucifer started looking for him to lure him to the Dark Side, because Vader, just like Lucifer, doesn’t understand the concept of love above blood, and of free will that can steer our innate nature. Luke does not give in to the dark side, and in the end he manages to draw his father back to the side of light because of love and light he chose for himself - and Anakin dies redeemed. I’m not sure if this is Lucifer’s path, but since he “was not a villain” in his story either, we’ll see.

Anakin/Lucifer used to be the Chosen One, the one destined to change Jedis/angels, but he went astray. Luke/Jack is now the one set to repair the damage he has done.

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  • Cyclops: Guys, luckily your friends with a former Boy Scout who is always -
  • Storm: Unpopular.
  • Jubilee: Beaten up.
  • Wolverine: Going to movies with his mom.
  • Cyclops: ...A Boy Scout is always prepared -
  • Storm: Prepared to spend lunch in his locker.
  • Gambit: Prepared to die a virgin.
  • Wolverine: Prepared to paint his sister's nails.
  • Cyclops: Prepared for emergencies. That's why a week ago, when this storm was a tropical depression -
  • Storm: You're a tropical depression.
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The bushcraft belt. A great piece of outdoor survival gear that can make life easier in the woods or outdoors.

Byeler

So I’ve been getting into the Stranger Things fandom (duh), and I started shipping Byeler (Mike x Will). I have a bit of a prompt/ficlet consisting of mostly bullet points because I can’t write for shit. It’s a bit of Sibling!Will Sibling!Eleven, Modern AU, with them being around 14. Also based off a prompt I saw earlier on the- you guessed it, the Byeler tag.(please don’t reblog without giving credit to me and the person who originally wrote this prompt, otpgod1)

  • Will has a huge crush on his best friend Mike, but Mike is crushing on Will’s sister Eleven.
  • And Will(bless his pure smol bean heart) sets them up anyway
  • Because he knows that Mike could never love him the same way but he still wants Mike to be happy.
  • But Eleven knows something’s wrong. She notices how Will doesn’t smile as much, how he keeps making excuses to not hang out with Mike anymore.
  • And Mike is absolutely heartbroken because his best friend- his best friend who he’s known for forever, won’t talk to him anymore.
  • As weeks go by, Eleven slowly realises that Will loves Mike, and not platonically.
  • So of course, she confronts Will about it.
  • And he’s trying to deny it because, he’s in the closet, she can’t know, nobody can know.
  • But she gives him this look like, I know.
  • And he just breaks down, because he’s been holding it all in and he can’t do it anymore.
  • They start talking, just talking about it all.
  • And Mike comes over to talk to Eleven.
  • So he hears them talking.
  • How didn’t he realise it sooner?
  • It explains so much.
  • like why Will stopped talking to him when he started hanging out with Eleven.
  • And he walks into the room.
  • And Eleven and Will see him standing at the door.
  • She glances over at Will.
  • “I think you two have some things to talk about.”
  • She just slips out of the room, the door softly clicking shut behind her.
  • “How much did you hear?”
  • “Most of it.”
  • And Will knows that Mike knows, just by the look on his face.
  • And Mike just can’t hold it in anymore.
  • Because he’s had a crush on Will for such a long time, but he didn’t think Will felt the same.
  • So when he started developing a crush on Eleven, he went after her.
  • So he just walks over and kisses Will.
  • Will freezes for a second, then just melts into the kiss.
  • And when they leave the room, messy hair, holding hands, and with the biggest smiles anyone’s ever seen, Eleven is grinning because.
  • SHE SHIPS IT.
  • SHE’S BEEN THERE SINCE DAY ONE.
  • So Mike and Will live happily ever after.
  • but not really.
  • because I’m going to write this- actually write it.
  • with 200% more angst.
  • And stretch it out into chapters maybe.
  • and then add more chapters.
  • because I’m EVIL.
When I Was Jungkook // JK x Reader

Formerly known as Salt and Pepper

This was a little random. I had the idea to write about what would happen if Jungkook and Y/N switched lives and bodies, and had to go through the other person’s life, kinda like Freaky Friday. I thought it’d be funny haha, but this one is a lil random. I loved writing it though, so let me know if you want a part 2?

Genre: comedy, fluff, i can make this somewhat smutty in future if ya’ll want hehe
Jungkook x reader
Length: 9k words


YOU closed the lid of your laptop with a sigh, pushing it to the side and running your fingers through your hair. Leaning back in your chair and eyeing the clutter of your desk, you basked in the realisation that now you could finally go to sleep. You looked over at the clock next to your bed to find that it was 2:43am. You had only just finished everything now. And you still knew that soon enough you’d be assigned another twenty things.

Being a university student meant that you were given barely time to even breathe around all the work your professors set for you. What with your job added onto all of that, the amount of stress you dealt with on the daily was crazy. But you dealt with it regardless because you were passionate about what you were studying, and if this is what you had to do to reach the place you wanted to get to then so be it.

Your job was one thing you were less enthusiastic about, but that couldn’t be helped. Your tuition wasn’t going to pay itself.

Besides all the stress and work, you liked to think you were a cheerful and optimistic person. You were reasonably confident that at some point your life would stop being as damn repetitive as it was now. Work, lecture, study, sleep, repeat. You hated to admit that your life was dull, but it really was. There wasn’t much else to say about it, if you were honest.

Pulling yourself out of your desk chair hurt far too much. You’d been sitting still there for so long that your back absolutely killed now that you’d straightened out. Your bedroom door opened as you sat down on your bed, allowing your dog to wander lazily into the room. He immediately came to you and rose up to rest his paws on your thighs, trying to lovingly lick your face. You pushed his head away from you with a soft chuckle, mindful of the fact that the rest of your family would definitely be asleep by now. Cookie must have gotten bored of staying in your sleeping sister’s room again, which would be why he was now here trying to lick your cheek as you tried to keep his tongue off of your skin.

Eventually you fought him off and managed to lie down with your head resting on your pillow. Your poor rejected Cookie took the hint that you were going to sleep and curled up in a fluffy ball next to your body. You lay there for a minute petting his curly fur for a few minutes, just thinking. Right before your eyes fluttered closed, you wished for the fiftieth time that your life would change from dull and repetitive to somewhat eventful. At least you could dream of what it would be like.

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Training [p.m]

Originally posted by dailywandamaximoffs


So ‘Cool’ was my first Marvel fic and I hope you like this one as well!


Summary: When you break curfew, you get stuck with the task of training your least favorite recruit. ((Takes place after aou)).


You hissed in pain as you crashed into the tower’s elevator, already having made sure that F.R.I.D.A.Y. was deactivated. You couldn’t have the AI alerting everyone of your presence this late at night.

As you were creeping past the kitchen, the light sudden came on, illuminating Tony who was sitting at the kitchen counter, glass of whiskey in hand. It was a scene straight out of some cliché teen movie.

“Where have you been kid?” he asked. You stayed silent, knowing that answering would only make things worse.

“You broke curfew when you know that things are still unsafe for us out there!” you flinched and looked down when you heard Tony raise his voice.

“What is going on here?”

You both turned to see a very tired Steve, one hand rubbing his eye while his other rested on his hip.

“(Y/N) here broke curfew,” Tony exclaimed as he pointed at you. “You know how important it is to follow curfew now Steve!”

Steve gave you an apologetic look before answering. “Sorry kid. But Tony is right.”

You sighed softly, knowing that Tony still felt guilty about Ultron’s creation and that he was just trying to protect you. “I’m sorry Tony. It won’t happen again, I swear.”

“You’re right (Y/N),” Tony muttered as he ran a hand over his face. “It won’t happen again because you’re grounded.”

You merely bowed your head as you walked backwards towards the exit.

“Oh and (Y/N),” you stopped in your tracks as Tony opened his mouth again. “You’ll be taking over for Steve in training Maximoff.”

You smiled to yourself. You got along well with Wanda.

“Pietro Maximoff that is,” Tony continued, smirk spread across his face.

Your smile dropped.


You stormed into the training room the next morning with a glare that could kill.

The Maximoff twins were both in there, along with Natasha, and Wanda burst out laughing as soon as she read your mind.

She knew that you despised her older brother and the fact that your punishment was to train him was hilarious.

Natasha, noticing your awful mood, gently grabbed Wanda’s arm and dragged her to the other side of the training room before you had a chance to tell her off.

“Good morning printsessa,” Pietro smirked as he leaned against a treadmill and looked you up and down.

“It was until I saw your face,” you snapped in return, not missing a beat.

Pietro’s smirk dropped a bit but he shook your comment off as he leaned forwards and looked down at you.

“I’m glad that you’re the one training me,” he breathed out. “I have a feeling you’re a little more fun than the Captain no?”

You gave him a blank look. “We’ll see Maximoff, we’ll see.”


Pietro groaned in pain as you slammed him into the ground for the fifth time in thirty minutes.

You had insisted on sparring with him, no powers allowed. When he denied, you had claimed that he couldn’t just sail through battles by relying on his powers to which Nat had shouted a faint ‘She’s right quickie!’.

Now, as you stood above him with your foot pressed upon his chest, Pietro felt his temper flare up. Why was it that you were being so difficult on him? Why would you always, deliberately he might add, pick on him and make his life a living hell?

Not thinking things through, he proceeded to roll over and took you down with him. He pressed his body against yours as he held your wrists in a tight grip, making sure that you couldn’t break free.

“Who won this time, printessa?” Pietro hissed into your ear as a cocky smile made its way onto his face.

You smirked as you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer. At this point, Nat and Wanda had stopped training, wanting to see what you’d do next.

“I don’t know Piet,” you purred into his ear. Only Wanda noticed the self-satisfied smirk grow. “But you seem to think you did.”

In a flash, you twisted your body and legs, effectively switching positions with him. Pietro now laid underneath you and he groaned in defeat as Wanda began to laugh.

“Better luck next time quickie,” you said, a mocking smile on your face.

You got up and headed towards the exit, turning around to face Pietro once more. “Same time tomorrow Maximoff. You need some help.”

Pietro simply glared at you as you turned around and crashed into a warm body. Glancing up, you groaned when you saw Pietro looking down at you, having used his speed to intercept your path.

“Pietro, move,” you growled. “You’ve already wasted enough of my time today.”

His face seemed to harden at your words.

“What is your problem?” his accent thick with annoyance as he took a step forwards. You stood your ground.

“What do you mean Piet?” you asked, voice calm and composed.

Pietro groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I mean your attitude! I’ve been nothing but civil to you but you act like such a- a bitch to me!”

You felt your mouth curl up slightly. “Aw can’t accept the fact that not everyone likes you Quickie?”

Pietro turned red at your mocking tone. “See! That’s it! Why are you so rude? I’ve been nothing but nice.”

“Listen here Pietro,” you began. “We are here to train and prepare for emergencies. We are not here to make friends.”

“Well being a friend is better than being a bitch,” Pietro quickly shot back.

You gaped at him for a second before replying. “Well it’s better than being a cocky asshole!”

Pietro threw his head back and laughed. “Me? An asshole? I am anything but!”

You chuckled darkly. “That’s rich Pietro, really.”

He quickly sobered up. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you seem to think that by simply flashing a smile and a wink, you’ll get anything you want.”

“Ah printsessa,” Pietro leaned in. “That’s where you are wrong. I do not think that. I know that.”

You through your head back and groaned before pushing past him. “That’s it, I’m done. Ask someone else to train you.”

Pietro latched onto your wrist and pulled you back. “No.”

“Let me go,” you said, eyes narrowing.

“No,” Pietro repeated, a slight smirk on his face.

“Bastard,” you said under your breath.

“Bitch,” he muttered in return.

“Oh real mature jerkwad,” you scoffed.

“A lot more than you fucktard.”

“You think you’re so clever.”

“I know I am printsessa.”

“You’re nothing but an egotistical, self-absorbed-”

“Oh printsessa of course I’m egotistical. Have you seen my face?”

“Sadly yes, I have Pietro.“

“Then you should feel honored.”

You groaned once more. This arguing was getting nowhere. “Ask someone else to train you.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes!” you shouted. “Yes Pietro! God I don’t want to spend time with you!”

“Then you shouldn’t have volunteered to train me.”

“You think I asked for this? No I didn’t,” You stepped forwards and pushed Pietro back. “I want nothing to do with an egotistical, cocky, asshole-ish motherfu-”

In a flash, Pietro had pulled you into him, leaning down and connecting your lips in an angry, messy kiss.

No matter how much you claimed to hate him, even you couldn’t deny that Pietro was handsome. And a pretty good kisser.

You pushed away slightly. “I hate you Maximoff.”

“No you don’t printsessa,” Pietro whispered, smirk on his lips, before he resumed the kiss.

It was a hot, angry, and messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and wandering, grasping hands. Just when he had backed you up and pinned you to the wall, the kiss was interrupted by the distinct sounds of Nat and Wanda giggling.

You pulled away first and kept your head down. “I should go,” you said, risking a glance towards the two girls. Nat was wiggling her eyebrows at you while Wanda simply gave you a thumbs up.

You looked at Pietro, who had a cocky, satisfied smirk on his swollen lips. You exited quickly.

“I should be going as well,” Pietro said before speeding out the door.

Nat and Wanda stood in the middle of the training room, still giggling as they looked at the doorway.

After a few minutes, Natasha turned to Wanda. “How much do you wanna bet that they’re making out in the hallway right now?”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”


Second Marvel fic done. Hope it’s alright. Thanks for reading!

Falling: Harry x Reader One Shot

Once again swimming towards the isle, you couldn’t wait to see him again. You watched him everyday.

It all began a few months ago, when you decided to see the isle for yourself. Being a mermaid you had to be extremely careful, if anyone saw you they’d kill you without a second thought, but after seeing him you couldn’t help but continue to visit and watch his every move.

The pirate with black eyeliner and a burning rage, he was fascinating and you adored him more than feared him, if only you could speak to him.

Hiding behind some rocks you brought your head above the water and laid eyes on The Lost Revenge only to find a battle ensuing. Five VK’s you’d never seen sword fighting with the ships crew. Your heart racing you struggled to find him, but then you saw.

He was battling a boy with long brown hair, as they scuffled the boy grabbed his hook and dangled it above the water, dropping it into the ocean.

You dived back into the water and swam towards the falling object, just as you grabbed it another object fell into the water in front of you, it was him.

His head smashed into a piece of coral and his body went limp, his eyes slowly opening and closing before he completely blacked out.

The gorgeous boy you had been observing was going to drown if you didn’t save him, everyone else was too busy in the confrontation to even notice his absence. You placed the curve of the hook in between you teeth and reached for the unconscious boy. Dragging his toned body towards the surface and planning to take him to the only hiding place you knew. The cave.

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You balanced on the edge of the rock pool as you pulled his body onto the dry ledge of the cave, you’d found it once whilst doing a perimeter of the Isle, deciding it would be your safe place if needed.

But now the dilemma began, to stay and see if he wakes up, risking him seeing you and hurting you or to go and him possibly not wake up. Stomach flipping at the decision. His small head wound had stopped bleeding but you couldn’t help but admire his features. Stroking his cheekbones and along his jawline, carefully wiping the smudged eyeliner from under his eyes he began to stir.

Quickly pulling back you prepared to emerge yourself into the water, only for a harsh grip to tighten on your wrist. You froze and looked back. His eyes had not yet opened but he was clearly very much awake.

“Who are ya? Where am I? An’ why is me head fucking kill me?” He spoke harshly as he slowly turned his head towards you and opened his eyes, the appearance of a mermaid not bothering him in the slightest.

“I, well, I’m y/n, we are in a cave and your head hurts because you hit it when you fell into the water” you said meekly.

“I didn’t fall I was going to…” his words drifted off and his eyes widened in horror, “where is it? where’s me fucking hook?” He raged moving closer now with both wrists in his hands.

“I-I got it, it’s there” you yelped nodding towards the other side of the pool.

He released his grip, smirking to himself.

“Well, thanks love, guess I have a reason not to hurt ya now and sell that pretty tail of yours to the highest bidder.” He raised his eyebrow as he spoke, “the names harry, since ya didn’t have the manners to ask.”

“Sorry I was a bit busy saving your life” rolling your eyes sarcastically, he chuckled.

“You are a long way from home aren’t ya, not seen a mermaid since a was a wee lad. Forgot how pretty they are.” You blushed at his remark, flustered by his sudden flirtation.

“And I doubt you’ll see one again.” remarking as you gained your composure, sliding back into the water, realising how much troubled you’d be in if anyone knew of your interactions. As much as you wanted to stay with him forever, you knew you couldn’t.

“Goodbye Harry.”

Harry looked almost disappointed and fascinated as you slid into the water and swam away from the most beautiful creature you’d ever seen.

Part Two

Originally posted by gwencocos