Rey is still searching for her place. Kylo Ren is determined that he knows his. Bound together in a way that they can neither fully understand or explain, they continue to walk their chosen paths, despite the pull they feel to one another. They cannot undo what has been done...and as time passes, they become less certain that they would even want to try. Post TLJ. Reylo.

Seven-year-old Rey decides it's her duty to annoy the crap out of Ben Solo every single day she's alive. Modern-day AU.

"We don't need heroes, or mythical saviours. We need people. People who don't always do the easy, or right, thing, people who remind us what it means to be sentient, who walk that line between Dark and Light, and get burned while they get saved. People who still come out the other end and say 'I survived.'" Sometimes it's not so easy to see where the Dark ends, and Light begins.

COMPLETE. Rey is offered a choice at the end of Star Wars Episode VIII: The Last Jedi. In this fic, she takes the hand of Kylo Ren, grasping at the chance to transform the First Order from the inside. She hopes to create a Resistance from within, starting with the heart of Ben Solo. #Reylo

Isn't this always how it ends? She finds him in the night, grasping at rough fabric, sharp ridges, pent up rage defined in broad shoulders and taut muscles. Glittering eyes like velvet ash quickened by hard embers. [REYLO SMUT TEASE]

It began with twelve. Now it's up to one. Sequel to The Black Games.

And the Archer atop its walls.

He might have turned his brother into a myth, but it doesn't make it any less true. Fili was the Sun, and Fili was his. (BONUS CHAPTER)

Bilbo discovers that he is a curious hobbit after all. It's not his fault that dwarves have a secret language and that Fili and Kili use it all the time. In his defense, he didn't know it would be something so private.

Modern day AU. Five days, one best man, one maid of honor. Two strangers drawn by fate. The affair begins. Smut. "You two have been doing each other all week, haven't you?"