Thranduil x Orc Reader: Beauty Tamed the Beast Pt3Thranduil x Orc Reader: Beauty Tamed the Beast Pt3 by Tarnisis
Modern AU! Thranduil x Orc Reader
Beauty Tamed the Beast: Part Three
(F/n) didn’t realize she was holding her breath until her chest began to ache, but even then she couldn’t bring herself to exhale.
There on her target’s phone screen was a picture of herself and Thorin. They’d taken it a year prior; her hair had been longer then and Thorin hadn’t looked so stoic and tired as he did nowadays. The picture had been an impulsive decision, and due to this there were only two copies in the world. The Chopper had one, and the Oak had the other . . . which could only mean one thing.
For a brief second, (F/n) was consumed by absolute fury- but then just as quickly her professional mask slid into place and her emotions were replaced with cold and righteous action. She was no longer surprised, and her relaxed-self disappeared as she placed her glass of wine down on the bar counter. Then she le
Snape x Reader: Trials and TriflesSnape x Reader: Trials and Trifles by Tarnisis
Snape x Reader: Trials and Trifles
It was a beautiful spring morning, and from the recesses of Hogwarts the Potions Master and his wife were finishing the final touches on their ensembles for the day. Though neither were particularly into their appearances, today was different and they were both dressed to the nines. Snape in prime dressing robes (they were unsurprisingly black) and his wife in an elegant purple that matched him rather nicely. For most, dressing up for a special occasion would have been an exciting or pleasant affair, but for the Potions Master it was more than enough to leave him a foul mood.
He had been grumbling all morning, and finally (F/n) - his lucky wife and companion of many years- had had enough.
“Severus,” she said calmly, from where she was pinning up her last strand of loose hair. “If you complain anymore, I will have to force you to dance with me after the ceremony.”
Snape, who currently st
Sionis's GirlSionis's Girl by Tarnisis
It was getting late as Kristina Moran- right hand woman of the Mob Boss Black Mask- embraced the chilly winter night. The woman shivered slightly as she pulled her silk wrap more securely around her bare shoulders, and let her light blue eyes take in the world that moved unbridled around her.
Though it was quite cold outside and the sun had already set on Gotham, the streets were alive with countless faces and stories. It was an unofficial fact that Gotham City never slept, but if one were in need of proof it would have been found here. Each alleyway and gutter, each car and fire hydrant, all the many faces of the passing masses: they all told the Metropolis’s story. True, this tale was more often than not unpleasant or unsavory; but it didn’t make it any less real or alive. And to Kristina (or Nightmare) this was more beautiful than any fairytale; especially when she had almost lost it.
Together or Not At AllTogether or Not At All by Tarnisis
Together or Not At All
Brittany Heathstone had never been a particularly negative young woman, nor was she known to be extremely optimistic. (All in all, she was a very natural, gray-scale, non-perfect human.) But the last handful of months had somewhat tipped the woman’s balanced outlook on life. This wasn’t at all surprising, seeing as the last handful of months had definitely been the worst that she could ever recall having.
Her downfall had begun when Britt had been raped. One might have thought that being an Avenger and Shape Shifter, the young woman could have saved herself from such a horrible thing, but it is a sad fact that even heroes can be defeated.
She had been cornered in a back alleyway after a particularly draining day, and had been outnumbered. There had only been three men, but sadly that was enough to overpower the weary shifter. Britt was already weakened from her activities earlier that day (she
In the AbyssIn the Abyss by Tarnisis
In the Abyss
Lost in the darkness, where silence surrounds us.
Once there was morning, now endless night.
I searched for my answer, I vowed never to desert you, and yet here I am on my own. . .
Once you told me that we had forever, but what good is forever when you're coming undone?
Seams become threadbare and lives wane to nothing, as we continue this never-ending dance of the dead.
But who are we? One good and one evil, or merely two opposites that are constantly bound to collide?
A moment of chance, or a frightful fate?
Would you claim the
Poetry ScribblesDon't play me the fool for naughtPoetry Scribbles by Tarnisis
Whether broken or merely distraught
Believe what you say, with your opinion displayed,
But for what is it that you have fought?
A reason without any rhyme
Our souls live within the time
Forget the motions, of Love's sweet potions
No longer lost or blind.
A champion lost in a wood
His bravery left for good
Think of the gain, not the loss of his name
Would you embrace him if you could?
Eloquence with a flash of a dare
Making ladies stop and stare
A poisonous bite with a gigantic might
What a devilish pair.
The ending of our song
We shall leave, and we must be strong.
With a wave and a bow, and a 'by your leave now'
We shall return to where we belong.
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