Under the hood was something Kin had never seen before. Striking red skin with intricate, bold black tattoos. Golden rimmed eyes blankly stared at Kin, who couldn't pull her eyes off the man. She had never seen anything like this, for sure. "You're a Jedi." His voice is deep and unique. It sends a strange feeling through Kin, she almost forgets what he had just told her. She was a Jedi, well no. She wasn't- not anymore. She wasn't a real Jedi in the first place, never was even good enough to become a padawan. "No, I'm not a Jedi." *** Maul x oc cringey fic idk what to say

(Sequel to Believe In Sherlock) Maggie, Sherlock, and John are back...but so is Moriarty. Without ever having met the psychopath responsible to Sherlock's three year disappearance, Maggie doesn't know what to expect. How can you prepare for something you have no idea is coming your way? Jim Moriarty is coming to visit...and he has a plan including an old enemy from years ago... Sherlock Trilogy: Believe in Sherlock: Book one Trust in Sherlock: Book two Hope in Sherlock: Book three

When Sherlock reunites with his best friend from his childhood, Margaret Jones, he can't seem to get her off his mind. But what happens when Sherlock falls and John moves on quite well while Maggie is still struggling to get up in the mornings? Sherlock Trilogy: Believe in Sherlock: Book one Trust in Sherlock: Book two Hope in Sherlock: Book three

" Don't be afraid, I don't bite. " | The moment Lin Na saw Erik, she knows from the look in his eyes that he's a dangerous, dangerous man.Sadly, she couldn't resist such a poisonous smile. [©-asgardians ] #7 in mutants ( 11.05.19) #3 in erik lehnsherr ( 15.05.19) #1 in x-men firstclass ( 09.08.19 ) ' x - men first class erik lehsherr x oc michael fassbender fan bing bing'

The year was 1962 when I met the man I would later call my husband. The man who sits at my bedside, holding my hand as I weakly gaze into the familiar blue eyes that captivated me many years ago... Far too many years than I would care to mention. "Charles?" My voice escapes my lips in a breathy hum, the downtrodden tones of approaching death threatening to distort his beautiful name. "Yes, my Love?" He replies with an expression of deep melancholy. "Do you remember when we met?" I inquire with a gentle smile painted upon my face, my wrinkled hand cradled gently in his own. "Of course I do, Darling," he soothes me, the cool metal of his wedding band brushing against my skin. "I never stop remembering."