Duckling to Swan: Finding You Can ChangeDuckling to Swan: Finding You Can Change by Tarnisis
Duckling to Swan
Part Three: Finding You Can Change
Rumpelstiltskin had always considered himself to be a fairly patient man and an even more patient Dark One; but having to constantly deal with a certain Swan Princess had truly tested his sincerity to such a claim.
The princesses’ naturally stubborn nature, eager spirit, and near immediate rise in temper were nothing short of trying. . . But despite this, Emma Swan had now become such an absolute in the imp’s life that despite their clashes, he couldn’t have imagined a life without her. And on the days where she went off with her father to train in the ways of a Knight- a now frequent occurrence-, or the afternoons where Snow tried to ingrain lady-like qualities into her restless mind, the Dark One found himself missing his little tag-along duckling.
Today was one such day.
Two hours earlier, Rumpelstiltskin had wal
You are SpecialYou are Special by TheSkandranon
A Free! MakotoxReader fanfic
You were wiping down a table in the small café you owned and operated yourself when you first saw him. He had his back to you as he sat heavily down at one of your outdoor tables, as if he was exhausted. He even let his long arms hang limply beside him. If that wasn't the body posture of an exhausted man, you were a monkey's uncle.
You made your way outside to take his order when you noticed the name of the local firehouse along with the name of Tachibana on the back of the dark blue shirt the man with brown hair was wearing. You also noticed a faint hint of smoke around him as well.
Not the smell of cigarette smoke, thank goodness. You could never abide that smell. But since it seemed he was a fireman, it would make sense that he smelled of smoke, and that he was tired.
You smiled faintly and went back inside; shortly afterward you came out with a glass of lemonade. You walked around behind the man and set the glass on the table. The man turned
Reichenbach Fall (Loss Contest Entry)Reichenbach Fall (Loss Contest Entry) by Tarnisis
Dr. John Watson watched helpless from his place on the ground, his mobile phone clutched desperately to his ear as he gazed up at the rooftop of St. Bart’s. Every muscle in his body screamed with tension and desolation as his panic began to rise.
When the doctor had first spotted his best friend standing on the ledge of the hospital roof, he had thought that perhaps it was a fluke of some sort. Perhaps, the great detective was going to prove a great point to him, or find some strange way to demonstrate that he had outwitted Moriarty. But as Sherlock Holmes talked on the other end of the phone call, John saw past his denial and knew that this wasn't the case.
Before Sherlock ever mentioned the phone call being his ‘suicide note’, John had known what was coming. But even as the doctor shouted his best friends’ name- in a useless attempt to stop him from jumping- he knew that he was too late.
With disbelieving eyes,
Sebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, ProudSebastian x Child! Reader: Her Butler, Proud by Tarnisis
Sebastian x Child! Reader
Her Butler, Proud
It was nearing twilight as the last fractals of light disappeared into the nighttime clouds of a periwinkle sky. Carriages clattered noisily through the streets of London chauffeuring the elite of society to the nearest theaters and other forms of entertainment.
From the depths of the large city a single stately house sat in mild splendor, with warm light wafting through large clear-cut windows. From within the home, a couple finished dressing to the nines and made their way down to the entryway where their Butler awaited to help them into their coats.
The Master of the house- a nearly twenty-five year old Ciel Phantomhive- regally shrugged into his overcoat, before holding out his arm to his wife. With an intelligent light blue eye the man gazed at her, before once more returning his attention to the statuesque figure dressed in black.
“We’ll return after the oper
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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