It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feelings around his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock is still acting strange.

❝A book for comebacks.❞ WARNING// If easily offended please do not read this book as you might be upset by some of the content.

Pavel Chekov learns the intricacies of human relationships after sitting near a girl in the fourth row of his ethics class. He's normally the one asking questions but finds a mind as curious as his, a mind curious about him. The highs, the lows, the sound of Russian mumbling, the smell of porridge and everything in between. He thinks he's met an angel, but can she learn to fly before he falls? [complete] ☆☆☆ For the rewritten and better version, please skip to the chapter labelled 'An Update (finally)' ~Warning~ Some themes addressed in this story may be distressing for some viewers, please be advised. №1 in #pavelchekov 25•12•18 №1 in #pavel 16•01•18 №1 in #starfleet 16•01•18 №1 in #starfleetacademy 18•03•19 №1 in #chekov 12•04•19 (Cover image credit to tumblr)

Dwarves are known to be loud and rambunctious...however Violet is timid, shy and quiet, Bilbos neighbor with a thick shell, however she has one skill the dwarves intensely admire...she is an astonishing fighter. This is something they could use on their journey. Also, the skill that happens to catch the eye of a certain king.

Katiea is nothing but a mere Hobbit. She is 30 years old and neighbor to Bilbo Baggins. Her life she finds boring, wanting nothing more than to see what is beyond the Shire. When she is sent to Bilbos house one night to deliver some muffins made by her mother...she's pulled into something she would have never expected.

I live in Middle Earth. My home is the Village of Light. We are all from the race of fairies. When you first hear the word fairy or pixie you think tiny creature that flies around making plants grow. That is nothing but a fairy tale. We are small, yes, but we are about the size of a dwarf. Some of us live amongst the dwarves and some chose to make their homes with hobbits. I am a bit tall for a dwarf but that never bothered me. I also don't have a beard thanks to my father side. Every fairy has a talent or a skill they are naturally good at. A fairy gets her talent when she stops being a child. when a girl or boy is ready to receive their talent there is a big ceremony and a task is given to each fairy. The tasks are chosen by the Great One. All of the people that live here are fairies. All but me. My father was a fairy but my mother was a dwarf. I work in Erebor. I had a simple life until I fell in love.... in love with the prince.