Keith had heard of merfolk before, multiple people had claimed they were real but he had thought nothing of them. He had always thought mermaids were nothing but a tale for little children. But now, on the floor of the boat, a very real, very scary merman sat, well lay, before him, gasping for breath with a long slice up his side and a large hook sticking into his flesh. His razor sharp teeth and intimidating tale gleaming with blood did nothing but intimidate Keith.
“S-shiro! Come here!” Keith stumbled back and fell to the floor as he hit the side of the large boat. The fisherman come skidding around the corner at the sound of the shout but he too, yelps in surprise as he took in the sight of a bleeding merman before him.
“o-Oh” Shiro mutters and quickly makes his way over to the creature. He takes one look at the hook and winces. He couldn’t just leave the thing to suffer, so he had to act quick.
“Sorry about this.”
Shiro yanks the hook out and immediately puts pressure on the wound, the creature passes out after a loud wail of pain. “Go and get the big tank, we can’t chuck him back, he’s injured and bleeding.” Shiro tells the shell-shocked Keith who hesitates before taking action.
They get the creature bandaged and in the tank filled with water, not without great difficulty, however. The unconscious merman had been heavy to lift, hard to lift over the top of the tank. Once it was all done and the creature was resting in the tank they sat back and let the situation sink in.
They had caught a merman.
Now, in this day and age it wasn’t unheard of people catching out of the ordinary things like colossal mutant squid or oddly beautiful sea creatures but this, this was a different situation entirely. Keith and Shiro had been on the sea for many, many years, since they were practically kids, actually. They had been catching sea creatures and only a handful of times did they get anything other than the normal fish or shark, sometimes they would reel in something they themselves didn’t even know of. But never a merman.
His touch both consoles and devastates me; … I go back and back to him to have his fingers strip the tattered skin away and clothe me in his dress of water, this garment that drenches me, its slithering odour, its capacity for drowning.
Angela Carter, from The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories; “The Erl-King”
Renisance paintings, fields of wildflowers, old abandoned mansions with overgrowth, Greek mythos, old decorative bibles, the smell of hot herbal tea, early mornings, fresh dew on a spiderweb, makeup, large elaborate fountain sculptures, and the sound of the wind rustling leaves as they fall
Emerson Lake and Palmer:
smashed guitars, large cities at night, dusty church organs, metropolis movie posters, elegant gilded swords, old sifi novels, old alcohol bottles, the smell of cinnamon, bruised knuckles, sunsets, the smell of summer air, and the sound of a forest in winter
the ocean, iridescence, mountain air in the early morning, water lilies, greenhouses, the smell of the sea after a storm, holding hands, glittery capes, fae, ripples in a cup of water, elegant lace dresses, warm raspberry tea, daisies in the early morning sun, and grainy mermaid footage
large abandoned castles, old music books, smeared crimson lipstick, crowns made of gold and rubies, velvet robes, gold flakes, the smell of autumn, the sound of leaves crunching, baroque shattered mirrors, elaborate gilded daggers, red candle wax on a skull, the smell of insense burning, shattered crystals, blood soaked books, torn midevil tapestries, and empty parlor rooms with nothing but old broken furniture and paintings on the floor
Light shows, prisms, torn up money, the smell of old cigarettes that linger years after one was ever smoked, mushrooms, silhouettes, vintage postcards, erupting volcanos, broken walls, abandoned factories, the smell of an old book, dusty rooms, big fuzzy wool sweaters, and decorative tobacco pipes
the night sky, old science textbooks, silk kimonos, skeletons, the desert, the smell of new technology, dusty Ayn Rand novels, the sound of music through an old radio, the smell of an old maple table, the Canadian tundra, apples, smashed synthesizers, gears, grandfather clocks, and carved statues of trees
Hey guys! So apparently I can’t write drabbles because every time I try, they turn into full blown fics. Here’s another one of those (I promise to write more drabbles so I can post more).
I’m excited to share this one! I hope you guys like it. It’s my first 40s Bucky fic! As always, feedback is welcome! Happy Saturday guys!
Pair: 40′s Bucky Barnes x Reader
When you left your house an hour ago, it was a beautiful day. Sure, there was a little wind, just enough to pull some of your locks out of its clip, but the sky was clear and the sun was bright.
Now, it was starting to rain and you had no umbrella and ten more blocks to go until you would reach your apartment. You walked a little faster down the city sidewalk and you felt your feet starting to slip and slosh in your wet shoes. You winced as you thought of how your sister would react when you returned them to her later that day.
Your hair had started to droop and drip down your neck as you passed another crosswalk. You were seriously debating calling a cab, but with the rain you guessed they would all be full and you didn’t have the money to pay the driver anyway. As a last resort, you pulled your thin jacket off your arms and held it above your head, trying to turn it into an umbrella.
You reached the end of the block and stood on the sidewalk, waiting for the signal to cross the busy street. You felt drops of water seep through your dress and your stockings and you prayed that you wouldn’t wake up with a cold the next day. That was the last thing you needed.
When all your hope started to wash away, you looked up to see navy blue fabric shielding you from the rain. Your eyes ran down its handle and up its owner’s arm until you met the stranger’s grin. Even on this grey day, you were sure his smile could replace the sun.
“Please let me walk you to where you’re going,” he pleaded with a small smirk. “I can’t bear to think of you walking alone in this weather for another minute.”
You opened your mouth to answer but you weren’t entirely sure what to say. You weren’t sure if you should trust a stranger to walk you home, even in the daylight.
But he seemed normal enough.
You noticed the rain drop marks on the shoulders of his shirt and how his top button was undone. But that was the only part of him that seemed out of place.
Your eyes quickly flickered down his large figure. He was nicely dressed, like he was coming from work or church. His suspenders were relaxed against his chest, attached to his ironed, high waist trousers. Despite the rain, his dark hair was perfectly parted and slicked, pushed behind his ears and complimenting his light skin.
You could only imagine what you looked like. You felt your hair falling out of its do, and your mascara was probably running and pooling around your eyes. And your once puffy dress was now soaking wet, clinging to your figure. The thought of how it looked made you extremely self conscious.
You were running your hands down your skirt as he continued to speak. “I don’t mean to be too forward, I just noticed you were walkin’ alone without an umbrella, and not many people are on the streets right now…”
You cleared your throat and watched the cars pass by as you spoke, hoping the distraction would allow you to form a coherent sentence. “Thank you, I would appreciate the company.”
“Alright,” he nodded. “After you,” he said as there was finally a break in the passing cars, allowing you to cross the street. You avoided the puddles as you quietly answered his questions and continued the small talk that came with meeting a handsome stranger.
“So what brought you out into the rain today?” He asked.
“I had to pick up some groceries for my grandmother,” you answered, gesturing to the cloth bag hanging off your arm.
“You couldn’t have waited until the rain stopped?” he chuckled, pulling his free hand out of his pocket and holding it out for the rain to drip on, like he was proving his point.
“Well, it wasn’t raining earlier!” you laughed. “It was gorgeous this morning, didn’t you notice?”
“Nah, I’ve been inside since before dawn. I work mornings at the A&P.”
“Really? Which one?” you asked.
“The one on 12th.”
“That’s where I go! I must have seen you before, then.”
“No, I don’t think so,” he said as you both crossed another street.
“How do you know? Half of Brooklyn goes to that store. It’s easy to forget one face when you see hundreds a day.”
“I wouldn’t forget a face like yours,” he said.
You quickly looked across the street so he wouldn’t see the blush he put on your cheeks. But you knew he noticed when you heard him breathe out a laugh.
After a few silent steps, he cleared his throat and asked, “So, how come your boyfriend let you walk to the store all alone?”
“I don’t mind walking alone,” you answered simply.
You came up to a large puddle on the ground and braced yourself to jump over it. You felt the handsome stranger’s strong arms hold you around your waist as he easily lifted you over the water. Once you landed, you continued. “And I don’t have a boyfriend.”
You didn’t miss the bright smile he tried to hide by licking his lips. You grinned a little, proud of your teasing, but your smile fell when you saw your apartment only a half a block away. Your time with the handsome stranger was ending. You debated lying about where you lived just to spend more time with him, but you knew taking advantage of his kindness wouldn’t do you any good.
You walked up to the dirty red stairs of your apartment and turned to face him, readjusting your bag on your shoulder. “This is my stop,” you said.
“Darn,” he said, not taking his eyes off yours, like he was memorizing the way the light bounced off them just in case he never saw you again. The intense contact made you blush and he chuckled at your reaction.
“Thank you for walking me back.”
“(Y/N).” You finished for him.
“Bucky.” He stuck out his hand for you to take. Your lean fingers easily slipped into his larger ones and he pulled your hand to his mouth, placing a light kiss on your knuckles.
You left him on the street as you walked up the stairs and fished your keys out of your bag. As the front door swung open, Bucky’s voice stopped you from going inside.
“Hey look, it stopped raining.”
You turned around to see his arms stretched out and his eyes closed as he looked to the sky that now held a rainbow. You shook your head at him and giggled, the sound making him smile brightly and turn to look at you.
“Wanna go for a walk?” he asked, cocking his head toward the sidewalk.
You smiled. “Lemme change,” you said, pulling at the wet skirt clinging to your legs.
He nodded and leaned on the railing, a promise to be there when you returned.
Summary: After a man saves your life, you can’t help but get attached to the blue-eyed brunet. And your life has never been dull since.
Word Count: 1,800
Warnings: NSFW gifs included, just smut, mentions of drug use, insults
A/N: A continuation of my Imagine I recently posted here. Sorry if my google translations are for shit. Thank you thesuperwholock394 on AO3 for wanting a backstory to this, I had a blast writing this! And there will be ONE more part to this! :D (GIFs are not mine)
Please read the imagine first so you know what’s happening and won’t get confused. :)
One Year Before
Frank, your dad’s right-hand man, held the gun to your temple as your father leaned on the desk, arms crossed staring daggers at you.
“You’re a real piece of work, aren’t ya, girl?” You rolled your eyes at him, his demeanor didn’t scare you, not unless he held a needle to the inside of your elbow demanding obedience. But other than that, he was just a man who happened to be in charge of one of the biggest drug gangs on the West Coast. And no one’s been able to catch him.
“Not my fault your stupid fucking coke shipment was confiscated.”
“That shipment cost me 21k, you little piece of shit. You’re just lucky Sanchez loves my stuff, that I don’t mind givin’ him extra for the same price. ‘Course, Imma throw a little bonus on the side.” He smirked at you, giving you a long look.
who proposed: Zuko. After weeks of nervously agonizing over it lol. He asked Sokka for help because he wanted to make Katara a traditional Water Tribe betrothal necklace. It ended up not being perfect but Katara had tears in her eyes when he presented it to her. She very rarely took it off afterwards.
how they proposed: Zuko waited to present Katara with the necklace and proposal until they were visiting the Southern Water tribe, both so he could ask Hakoda for his blessing in person and so he could give Katara a good memory in her home tribe. (All of their other big relationship firsts up until then happened in the Fire Nation. Their first kiss, first date, and ect.) He ended up doing it pretty casually but Katara was happy about the thoughtfulness of the setup.
who stressed more over wedding planning: They both did, mostly because a lot of the planning wasn’t actually done by them. They had to have a traditional royal wedding in the Fire Nation and another traditional one in the Water Tribe. And the Fire Lord marrying one of the big and renowned heroes of the war was a huge deal…everyone wanted a part in it. But they found comfort within each other and the knowledge that this was what they both wanted, even if it was flashier than either of them would have preferred.
who had the wildest bachelor(ette) party: Sokka and Toph both tried to get Zuko and Katara to have a wild before party but neither of them were really into it lol. Katara’s was a bit looser than Zuko’s though.
who freaked out before the wedding: They both did. for the same reason as the wedding planning response. They had two weddings and both of them were pretty packed (although the Fire Nation one more so). I would say that Katara hid her stress a bit better through.
best man/maid of honor: Aang as best man and Toph as made of honor. (Sokka was the one who married them off during the Water Tribe wedding…you can imagine how that went XD)
where they got married: They had two different weddings. Their first one was in the Southern Water Tribe and their second was in the Fire Nation capitol.
if/what they wrote in their vows: They had traditional vows that they had to say during both weddings. But they had time to say their own vows afterwards during the Water Tribe wedding. It was bit less formal than the Fire Nation one.
who cried at the wedding: Both but Zuko more. He started losing it pretty much the moment he first saw Katara in her Water Tribe wedding dress. Katara was able to hold it in up until they started saying their personal vows.
which song they had their first dance to: I’m not sure what sort of song would play during a wedding in that universe so idk lol
where they went on their honeymoon: They did a lot of travelling across all of the nations. They had already seen a lot of the world but they didn’t really have time to fully enjoy it before with the war going on. (And later, reparations).
what they did on their honeymoon: Travelling. And a lot of random fun activities on their travels like swimming and snowball fights that Katara dragged Zuko into. And of course, a lot of downtime as well ;)
I will forever be The Maiden, independent, sweet and slightly wild. A sickle moon on a spring night, a whispered secret between sisters. Innocent enough to always believe in the purity of magic and dreams. Gazing at my reflection in a fast-flowing river, my dress water-soaked and my hair full of blossoms, feeling the softness of my own skin.