Dancing into the Night- Part ThreeDancing into the Night- Part Three by Tarnisis
Dancing into the Night: Part Three
It was sometime in the mid-afternoon hours, as Lynara donned her well-worn shawl and accepted the basket that her fellow maid placed into her calloused hands. The dark skinned woman smiled at the other, nodding to her as she hooked the basket in the crook of her elbow without another thought.
“You remember what the Master and Mistress wanted, Lynara?”
Lynara nodded as she opened the door with her free hand that didn’t clutch at her wrap. “Yes, Lexya; I remember. I’ll be back soon. Oh, and by the by. . . Be sure to stop filling up Petrov’s tankard after the next ten minutes, otherwise he’ll be too drunk to walk home and will start crying and serenading you.”
One with the Rain (Gruvia one-shot) *ContestEntry*One with the Rain (Gruvia one-shot) *ContestEntry* by Poke-lover88
One with the Rain
"You ever know why the rain stopped?"
"Mm… perhaps. It's a little bit complicated."
He was heaven in human form, yet sometimes he felt like hell. Was it ironic that the two things she saw last, as her vision blurred, were also the two things it seemed she saw first? Maybe. Or maybe it was what was always meant to be.
The rain had been ever-present. She couldn't remember a time without it, even as a small child. It wasn't surprising to her that it'd be the thing hitting her face, rolling down her cheeks as she stared into the grey sky with thunderous clouds, realizing that death was on her doorstep.
However, it was a bit surprising, to her, that he was the second and last thing she saw. It was when she met him that she considered her life to have begun. The drab endless days turned light and for a few glorious years, she'd been able to feel what the term "life" truly felt like.
And so it was ironic, or perhaps maybe inevitable, that she was s
Out of Reach (GaLe one-shot)Out of Reach (GaLe one-shot) by Poke-lover88
Out of Reach
She was tired of his help. Absolutely sick and tired of it. At first when he'd help her, whether it be something as small as handing her the pen she was looking for, or something as big as stepping in front of her and taking a hit during battle, she was grateful.
When he lifted her up by the scruff of her neck and quite frankly told her he was going to be her partner in the S Class exams, that'd been the first time he'd helped her. Technically she guessed taking Laxus' bolt of lightning was the first, but she considered the S-Class Exams to be the very first time he said he'd help her.
She'd been thankful, in a way, back then. She wasn't physically strong and it was glaringly obvious, so having a partner as burly and large as he was really made a difference. She could use her magic in different ways now. She could use it to support him, she could use it without trying to defend herself, trusting he'd be there, and he'd have her back. She grew immensely becaus
Tony x Reader x Logan: Trouble TrioTony x Reader x Logan: Trouble Trio by Tarnisis
Tony x Reader x Logan: Trouble Trio
(Full name) sighed heavily as she trudged through the spacious halls of the School for Gifted Youngsters and internally cursed. The twenty-year old mutant had long since graduated from the classes held here, but it had been her home for too long to have even considered going elsewhere. This woman was a member of the X-Men, but had openly refused to be a teacher at the school. This wasn’t because she wasn’t capable of such a task, but rather the fact that she mostly enjoyed keeping to herself. This might have been due to the personality she was born with, or the fact that her mutation allowed her to go unnoticed when she wished. But either way, (F/n) was a lone wolf. . .
Unless the boys roped her into something. Then she was anything but lonesome.
Today was promising to be one of those days, seeing as (F/n) was the school handyman (or woman) and the Danger Room had started living up to it
He Was There He Was ThereHe Was There by Tarnisis
She was crying.
He was there.
Wordless pleas for help he hears.
Disappointment, broken years: all she has to show.
Moments when he could see her falling, slowly come to mind.
Moments she was beautiful, and glimpses of her ugly past.
But nothing more than what could be, makes him love her now.
She was waiting.
He was there.
Step by step, he helped her through.
Never what he had to do; always past his way.
Laughter, giggles, smiles and sunshine- he gave them to her willingly.
Out of time he seemed to step, and showed her futures full of hope.
But it was for her to make a choice.
She was hiding.
He was there.
Extending hands of brighter days.
Encouraging in tender ways, and gave a reason why.
She painted truth, he gave devotion: it was the way of things.
If she lost herself, he’d hold a mirror for her sore eyes to see.
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