#azwriting

[mid-sized-city-hopes]

By all definitions, Black Widows do not exist. They are no more than minutes stolen by the fistful, tricks of the lights, sleights of the hand, forgotten in a few blinks.

That's what they are. They are not girls with names, with memories, with anything in their heart that passes for a soul.

(All of this is a lie, of course: before Natasha Romanoff was Natasha she was Natalia, and she alone remembers every catastrophe she constructed, down to every last fire; and she isn’t so sure that the spirit in her hasn’t been whittled down to entirely intangible wisps of smoke by now, but sometimes, just sometimes, she thinks she can still smell something burning.)

(cover by @inkvoices !!)

hi friends!!! after a year i’ve finally finished my clintasha invisible life of addie larue au and if magical realism, soulmatism, and 2012 avengers vibes are your thing, you should totally check it out :)

[azrielgreen]

I’m a newer reader (my friend showed me your fics and you fully rekindled my Steddie addiction oh m gee ) so I’m sorry if you already answered! Do you have any original works or anything in the works? I just cannot get enough of your writing!

I actually DO and I'm announcing two of them next week!!💜✨️

[veryace-ficrecs]

Sanji and Zeff Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Right To The Root by Cute_Bear - Rated G

Zeff will carry Sanji on his heart, forever and ever. Or, the life of Sanji and Zeff after their time in the rock, inspired by the song "Hasta la Raíz".

His son's father by caparvisquartet - Rated G

When all is said and done, All Blue discovered and Luffy sacred King of the Pirates, Zeff and Sanji meet again.

How to Dad by IcedMatchaMilk - Not Rated

The former Grand line pirate, Red-leg Zeff, and his journey on becoming a somewhat half decent parent. Navigating the grandline was a whole lot easier.

Baratie's Second in Command by first_rate_fish - Rated T

"It's perfect!” He replied, smiling wide at Zeff. Zeff smiled back at him before standing up and moving to where Sanji sat, placing a comforting hand on top of his head and ruffling his hair when he got close. “Baratie it is then.” ~~~ While recovering from their time spent on the rock, Zeff and Sanji decide to build a restaurant.

Just a little more by charcharizard5 - Rated T

"Almost there. Almost there. Just a little more and they'll stop. They won't hurt you if you do well." Sanji kept swinging the knife, "Just a little more, and maybe he'll love you." Little Sanji learns to use a knife in a different way. It's a lot harder than he thought.

Nightmare Remedies by CryptidCatalogue - Rated G

After Sanji wakes from a nightmare he can’t seem to calm himself down again and goes to Zeff for help. However, what will he do when the old man isn’t there?

Quiet Eggplant by TsarinaTorment - Rated T

When the teenager didn't react to the woman, Zeff knew something was wrong.

Caring, Not Careless by EclecticIsMyMiddleName - Rated G

Even as a little kid, Sanji was stubborn as hell. For the past three days, he's been staying up too late in the kitchen to get more work done. And every time, Zeff has had to drag the brat's behind back to bed. As much as he'll complain about it, Zeff doesn't entirely hate it. Set shortly after Baratie opens, when it's just Sanji and Zeff running it.

Cause for Concern by kaeyuh - Rated T

It worried everyone to no end when at age 15, Sanji came home smelling like cigarette smoke. Asking was no use, Sanji would brush it off as if it were just another night terror, or as if it were a small burn, he got while cooking. So, they just let him be. For the longest time, no one mentioned how Sanji would sneak out on deck, how he would light up a cigarette, how he would eat less. Until today.

try it again (breathing's just a rhythm) by lakesandquarries - Rated G

Zeff never set out to be a dad, but he's doing his best. Oneshot collection of Sanji and Zeff navigating a father/son relationship.

Nightmares by orphan_account - Rated G

When Zeff had first met him, Sanji was crying, but those tears were filled with an unmoving determination to not let his dreams be crushed- that's what Zeff had first seen in him. Now was different, now his eyes were overflowing with raw, unfettered pain and silent pleas for help that Zeff was clueless how to answer.

Little Eggplant by Airuna - Rated G

The little eggplant is weird. Zeff kind of likes him anyway. Or Zeff tries to figure out Sanji while they built a home together.

Blood of the Covenant by kiite - Rated T

Zeff never wanted a kid. A restaurant, sure— but he hadn’t planned for the kid. (Or: a brief look at Sanji’s childhood, through the eyes of the man who raised him.)

News of the World by AzWrites - Rated G

There's no eggplant in the paper. There is, however, Monkey D. Luffy, splashed on the front page. He looks like he's praying, in front of what Zeff assumes is his brother's grave, and there is something written and crossed and written again on his arm. The letters and numbers don't mean anything. Or maybe they do, and Zeff is just not who the message is for. Once again, Luffy is alone. Or he's not, not really, because he came back to Marineford with Gold Roger's first mate and a former Warlord, somehow. But once again, his crew isn't with him. In Zeff's book, that means he's alone. Zeff wonders where Sanji is. Whether Sanji is still alive. --- Or: A pirate crew keeps getting into trouble or making trouble everywhere they go, and a restaurant owner tries his best to understand what the hell his kid is doing

[az-is-back]

"Why did you all make me the captain?" The sentence is spoken softly, and if the room wasn't so silent it would have been unheard. But the faint and familiar sounds of the kitchen aren't enough to hide it, and Mendoza heard the question.

nobody was waiting for it anymore but here it is, actual writing about the rarely mentioned thing where i put the plot and characters of the mysterious cities of gold into the world of one piece, which has Consequences on said characters.

[lonniemachin]

worshiping at the damn altar of dan watters modern azwriting right now every time i see a moment in the azrael solo that shows that jean-paul isn’t entirely docile and azrael isn’t entirely aggressive. like yes! yes!! it isn’t always azrael who’s angry enough to hurt and sometimes jean-paul likes the strength and adrenaline and catharsis that righteous-anger-fueled action gives him but he also does not like that it does and does not like to wrestle with that reality and he does blame his own moments on azrael/doesn’t know how to reconcile things in a way that wouldn’t be insanely uncomfortable and likely perception shattering and him coming to that understanding is the first step to actually healing not only him but azrael too. YES!!! YES! YEAHHHHHH YEAH WOOOOO!!!!!

[azwriting]

The Ghosts of Truth (Forget Me Please, Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader) -Chapter Three - Part One

A/N: I’ve been so stuck in writing this, but I’ve decided to split this chapter in half because it’s been far too long since of I’ve updated! My sincere apologies and please enjoy this small chapter of pure angst. Here’s the Masterlist if you need to refresh yourselves or if you're new :)

Summary: Journeying to the Death Star wreckage, (Y/N) must confront the ghosts of the past she’s spent years running from. Meanwhile the Resistance three begin to realize the masked ally isn’t who they thought she was.

Warning(s): Angst, sad reader, 

Word Count: 2716

A scoff of disbelief echoed through the confines of the small faded mask. Of all the ships in the galaxy… The interior of the beat up old freighter had seen better days, it was worn and seedier than she remembered. The walls were discolored and overall, the ship just looked tired.

            Despite her outer appearance of feigned annoyance and mild disgust, (Y/N) felt faint. A cold sweat broke across her concealed forehead and dampened the rest of her skin. Her limbs tingled with the dull pain of numbness, leaving her immobile, and her mouth was drawn together in a pucker from the bitter taste flowing like venom on her taste buds. And she had barely set foot inside, the boarding ramp just behind her. She could not fathom taking another step further.

It was like looking at a life from long ago. No, she swallowed thickly, that was too hopeful. Her eyes flickered around, chest tight with resurfacing pain. Pain that she had tried to extinguish over the years, but to no avail. It was always there inside her and now it was awake.

“Hey, we got the landing gear in decent shape … for now. So ready when you are.” The man with the dark curly hair came around the corner. Poe, he had introduced himself as beneath the quiet winds of Endor. Grease was smudged across his one cheek and his eyebrows furrowed quickly as he took notice of the visor closed on (Y/N)’s mask. His startlement was quite easy to read. It was pleasing to witness the dawning of their realizations that she was not what they had envisioned for an ally. A Force user perhaps, but not her.

(Y/N) was no ally, she was no soldier, not anymore. She actively avoided this war, vanishing to a planet untouched since the end of the Galactic Civil War, a war she heard stories of since her youth. An old war that seemed to define the path of the future. She was determined to stay hidden, an unknown shadow in a forest riddled with remnants of old battles. This desire had almost allowed her to turn her back on the three young Resistance members, but then the melody filled her ears. The song that reminded her why she had disappeared in the first place and why she could no longer stay hidden. Nor could she avoid this fight forever, not when the Resistance stood before her at the request of their General. And as the three intruders began discussing the origin of the bird song, (Y/N) knew she needed to join them before their curiosity grew too much. If she could manage, if it was even a possibility, she would emerge from this fight with her secrets still intact.

“We’re ready.”

Gritting her teeth, (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder to glare at the young Jedi. Speaking of secrets… (Y/N) was still shaken from the memory Rey had witnessed when touching the one saber. She had observed as the events unfolded inside the young woman’s eyes and how horrified she had looked. (Y/N) knew the feeling… Still she was furious Rey had touched the saber and in turn revealed a piece of her past. A dark piece too. Worse, she resented the way Rey seemed to connect the dots, drawing together a small part of the truth.

(Y/N) had seen red when the girl voiced her awareness, the dread and sorrow dissipating from her entirely. She could barely control herself when she towered over the young woman and delivered her menacing warning. Rey knew nothing of her story, of her past. A simple glance into a nightmare of a memory did not provide total insight. And (Y/N) had intended for it to be that way, for the truth to be concealed, always.

Rey’s eyes flitted over to hers and the two women were mute, locked into each other, blind to the barrier of the mask. Rey was in shock as well, her telling eyes giving it away. Her mind frantically kept reviewing the night of the fire, replaying the words over and over again. (Y/N) could see the frightened brown eyes that had gazed so intensely down at her that night so long ago. Grimacing, she let the mask drop away from Rey, attempting to block out the image that haunted her for years. Rey’s sympathy and regret also oozed from her aura. (Y/N) did not want it.

Yet, beneath it all she could feel confusion. The girl obviously felt something, something she could not place, something between the two of them. The unsureness left Rey feeling upset and frustrated. She was… naive. Perhaps that was the wrong way to describe it, the girl was smart and resourceful, but with all that was transpiring it fashioned (Y/N) into a sullen creature who was not above being condescending.

(Y/N) was not ignorant though. She knew what the feeling was, it was something she had felt for most of her life until just before she went into hiding. It was a calling, beckoning them closer, a pure and rare connection. In the back of her mind she admitted that it was only appropriate. She knew Rey’s origin, the Force illuminating it so, and with who (Y/N) was it only made sense that the Force would connect them all. But she would offer no solace, she could not provide it, not like this, when she was drowning in anguish. And as she had so clearly stated before she was nobody’s hope, just a child of the Force, lost among the stars.

(Y/N) did not speak nor spare another glance as she turned to leave the two Resistance members in the corridor. “The main hold is just-” Poe spoke but she only raised her hand, efficiently silencing him. She knew where she was going. It was burned into her memory, leaving a scar just like everything else.

As she followed the curved path of the corridor, (Y/N) caught a glimpse of the cockpit just down the adjoining hall. Her throat tightened and a fiery ache erupted inside her at the sight, the quick movements of gold plating and dark brown fur coming from inside only added to the pain.

A day in the thick Endorian forest beneath the basking glow of the rising sun, resurfaced in her mind. (Y/N) recalled freezing in her tracks, her possessions slipping from her hands as unbearable pain bursted inside her. She had fallen to the moss covered ground, clutching roughly at her chest, tears stinging in her eyes. Through the Force she had felt pure agony, but she was uncertain if it had been the father’s or the son’s.

Tears pricked her eyes now and the ill feeling in her intensified. Stumbling forward, her legs felt twice their weight but it was an afterthought to the screaming in her head instructing her to get away. But she could not escape, not now. She was stuck on this ship, stuck with remembering.

The main hold came into view and (Y/N)’s knees gave out, dropping her into the rounded bench. The table before her used to host many games now it was just empty, abandoned. Much like the past and the future dreamt of. Her trembling elbows came to rest on the surface and she let out a breathy exhale.

Closing her eyes, she cradled her durasteel covered head in her clammy hands. It was as if she could hear the voices of the past: children running through the many halls, the motherly scolding to be careful, hiding in the smuggling compartments only for the hatch to be lifted and that familiar head of dark hair with hidden silver strands to peer down with that infamous smirk and coy laugh. That was all gone now, dead.

A shudder raked over her stiffened body. It felt as if she could not breathe, a weight pressing down on her lungs. Her dominant hand trailed down to her worn green tunic and pressed firmly against the indent of her sternum, seeking any relief to the pressure she could find.

The voices of the past seemed to louden, tumbling over each other until they turned into streams of noise, like a ship jumping into lightspeed. (Y/N) took a deep breath and mentally scolded herself. She needed to regain her control, she needed to focus on the task at hand so she could return to Endor as soon as possible. She already missed the lush greenery and the fresh air, the air she could breathe in, where the reminders of the past were not so painful. But it was not so easy, the noise would not quiet, and the torment would not subside.

This was looking death in the eyes.

“We’ll be your new home, if you’d like.”

“Found ya, kids. You know you two would make good smugglers one day.” “Han!”

“I’m not scared of you. I’m not B-”

A presence entered the area, pulling (Y/N) out from the labyrinth she had been lost in. She was unsure how long had passed, the snare in her mind too difficult to escape. The weakness growing inside allowed for all of this to slip past the barricades she had built. (Y/N) was almost glad for the interruption as it prevented the worst from slipping through. The very thing she had entombed deep within herself. The monster that would drown her.

She did not lift her head nor spare any acknowledgement to indicate she knew of the other person here. She did not want to be asked any more questions, not from her. The inquisitive girl was awfully quiet though…

From the corner of her eye, (Y/N) caught sight of Rey, who stood motionless on the other side of the small room. Her eyes were glazed over with rumination and almost entirely unfocused as she stared in (Y/N)’s direction. What was she seeking out?

Rey blinked returning from her deep trance with a look of somber falling onto her face. She looked down, seeming to be conversing with herself inwardly. Her hands danced around at her sides like she was playing an invisible instrument, it made (Y/N) anxious. It seemed as if the girl was debating over whether or not to say something. Rey’s fingers suddenly flexed outwards, reflecting the decision she had come to. Rey took a small step forward, lips parting to speak. (Y/N) winced in preparation.

“I can feel the turmoil inside you, the pain in remembering.” Her words struck a small match inside a dark hidden corner of (Y/N)’s mind. The giddy laughter of a boy playing in a meadow flashed across her mind. It was gone in a second, like a match dying out, but it had left its mark. (Y/N) staggered up, ignoring the dull ache that spread up her leg as she hit it against the round table. She could not breathe, could not find the strength to beg Rey to stop before she continued to harm her.

“I felt your fear on Endor.” Children, a boy and a girl, sat beneath the sinking sun imitating the call of the birds sorrowing above. A gasp tumbled out of (Y/N)’s quivering lips, her head furiously shaking and demanding for the brunette to stop.

“You must have hope…” A grand ball, swirls of gowns, and shared timid glances. Her hands flew to the sides of the helmet as if she could block out Rey’s voice and the misery that followed.

“Hope for this war…” Fire consumed the large divine structure of a temple. Closing her eyes (Y/N) whimpered, pressing a hand to her abdomen. She felt dizzy, her surroundings spinning as her mind did.

“Hope for him.” (Y/N)’s head shot up, her eyes snapping open. The words were barely audible as they escaped Rey, almost as if she knew how dangerous it would be to utter them. And indeed they were…

“No.” (Y/N) choked out desperately trying to suppress what memories were being illuminated by the match, but it was too late, the damage was done. The monster was free. Hair as dark as night, soft pleading eyes filled with sadness and adoration. Sweet words and caresses, comfort sought out beneath the starry sky, bright smiles by the glistening lake.

The main hold began to tremble, durasteel creaking as her hands curled into tight fists. Her vision transformed into the red hot fury it had on Endor when the girl had spoken of the memory. Anger coursed through her veins, her connection to the Force strengthening, and (Y/N) fixated on the foolish girl, ready to unleash.

“Hope?” She spit out in disgust. “I held out hope for so long,” (Y/N) took menacing steps forward as Rey retreated slowly. A hand outstretched, willing something roughly into its grasp. “Look where it’s gotten me!”

Before Rey had a moment to absorb the resentment in (Y/N)’s voice or question what she truly meant by her words, a beam of indigo illuminated the room. Lunging forward, (Y/N) hovered the blade of light an inch above Rey’s throat.

The naive Resistance member knew nothing of her, of where she came from, of what she faced, of who she truly was… No one did. And yet, Rey felt she could tell her to have hope. (Y/N) would have laughed if she could have. Hope was the reason she had ended up on Endor, hidden and carrying the burden of lies and death. Hope was for children.

Glaring down at the young woman, (Y/N) could feel the Force surrounding them blaze to life with such an intensity that she was forced to suck in a harsh breath. The vivacious current penetrated her and flowed through Rey as well, blindly connecting through energy, through life. It was overpowering to the senses but (Y/N) already felt numb. Nonetheless she drank in the feeling of connection. It reminded her of the whole and pure feeling she had felt her whole life before it had been torn from her soul, leaving a hollow ache that never faded.

Realization dawned upon her in the midst of all this and (Y/N) focused on Rey. Fear pooled in the hazel irises of the girl, mirroring the fearful brown eyes that had pleaded to her the night of the fire. Rey was the reason the barricades that protected her were crumbling down. She was why the memory of him was resurfacing. The reason why (Y/N) was crumbling down too.

“You’re no Jedi.” Rey breathed out, eyes cautiously flickering between the ignited lightsaber tightly grasped in (Y/N)’s dominant hand and the closed visor of the mask. A position she had found herself in for the second time that day.

Her words took (Y/N) by surprise, but she was not wrong. She could read Rey’s inner thoughts of confusion, the inability to fully understand the duality she felt surrounding (Y/N)’s aura. It was unlike anything Rey had felt and yet the girl’s mind knew the importance of it. Fear began to dissipate from Rey’s eyes instead being replaced by curiosity. But that was enough to douse (Y/N)’s temper. 

Curiosity was worse.

With a soft whoosh her lightsaber was turned off and sheathed back onto her worn leather belt. “No, I’m not.” Her voice was lower, but still taut. (Y/N) took a weak step backwards and only then did the last match flare up. “You and I were written in the stars, brought together by the Force.”

The rich voice echoed across her mind and (Y/N) had to bite her bottom lip to contain the sob threatening to rip through her. Oh how far life had strayed from those evenings in the meadow underneath the sky and the breathtaking colors of dusk. How far they had strayed from the ways of the Jedi. How far they had strayed from such an intertwined destiny. But it was the only way… to be shrouded in lies and deception.

“The Jedi are dead.” With that (Y/N) turned swiftly, exiting the main hold.

Taglist: 

@2heures​, @thephantomwriter​, @thefandomzoneisdangerous​, @carol-chann​, @gambitsqueen​, @pancakefancake​, @zaneholtzwrites​, @moonmama03, @siren-queen03​, @dixonsbugaboo​, @keithseabrook27​, @gentlymilo, @vampgguk​, @kalzzel​, @robindoesntloveme​, @dark-night-sky-99​, @cheeryara, 

[king-starkrogers]

Steve/Tony Blurb

A lil something based on the tweet below!

Steve was in love with the idea of Peggy. A picket white fenced home, stability and familiar. A person to fall back to and to hold throughout life. A person - who you can familirise with that you know all their quirks and weird habits, someone you see in the morning first thing and the last person you see at night before you go to sleep and dream nice dreams. And if it were one of those nights when nice dreams did not come, that someone is there - to hold on to you and to make sure you don’t go through it alone

So steve was in love with the idea of Peggy.

But now, he was in love with Tony.

Tony with his brilliant mind and eyes shining with amusement whenever Steve pretends not to know a certain futuristic gadget and came for help.

Tony, soft and scruffy in the morning with rumpled hair and a yawn escaping through as he fiddled with the coffee maker.

Tony, as brave as he is when he is Iron Man as he does something stupid when in a mission or in a fight that can make him get killed but can save the rest of the world.

Tony, the person who made Steve believe that he is in love with the idea of him, the reality of him and the future that he wants with him.

[atruebloodwrites]

It is definitely spring in Arizona. You either like this time of year (spring training & beautiful weather) or hate it (because of allergies). I’ve been lucky so far to avoid the worst of the allergies, and I am very grateful because the fourteen citrus trees in my yard are full of beautiful orange blossoms. The air smells sweet and delicious too, although you really need to stay away from the trees because they are full of bees getting their fill of citrus nectar!🐝 #azlife #arizonaoutdoors #citrustrees #springtime #orangeblossoms #orangeblossomseason #azwriter #azwriterlife https://www.instagram.com/p/CMk5_edrDoE/?igshid=1mhcey22ogl96

[iamburdened]

Reader’s Masterlist #10 (ten?holy shit)

Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original artists. My purpose for doing this is: I need a place to dump all my favorites so I can reread a thousand times.

IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.

No keys for NSFW fics this time, because like, all of it is nsfw.

Link to all my masterlists (+ Kylo Ren/Ben Solo, Pedro Pascal characters including The Mandalorian, Marcus Pike, Javier Peña, and others, MCU related, TMR, Shawn Mendes, Fantastic Beasts…, MacGyver, look, it is a lot)

This one is going to be a little different:

All fics here are for Adam Driver characters, expect horror fics as well. Be aware of trigger warnings in each piece. 

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Recommendations under the cut

HORROR STORIES

Wet Work @safarigirlsp

Summary: Killer!Clyde in a chainsaw massacre kinda of way. It’s horror but it’s romance and look, is that a plot twist? Damn, it’s got all things nice. (Okay, I can’t say it in a cute way THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! READ THIS)

Fortune favors the bold @safarigirlsp

Summary: look I can’t stress enough how freaking AMAZING this is! My absolute favorite here. Hitman Kylo x reader this is so super great I cannot even begin to express . The plot twist?????? Don’t even get me started. I was NOT ready! Read it.

Bloody Valentine   @safarigirlsp

Pairing: Hitman Kylo x Assassin Reader 

Mirror, Mirror    @safarigirlsp

Pairing: possessed!SuperDark!Ben Solo x ILoveYouAnyway!reader

 Short horror stories   @safarigirlsp

Summary: the is a collection of horror blurbs for Adam's characters (Kylo, Flip, Charlie, Pale, Clyde - my favorite blurb here -, Ronnie, Dan, Sackler, Altman, Toby)

Did their headlights look like heaven? @babbushka

Summary: 20k of the purest country creepiness . There is something really fucking wrong with that city, and she finds out about it when a certain friend comes back from war. (Look... this is creepy and brilliantly written. Read it!)

Masterlist  @ohdamnadam

Summary: there are a few dark themed fics here, but there is a lot more of a lot of characters. 

Masterlist  @direnightshade

Summary: they have more killer!Charlie under the tag

Masterpost with dark fics recommended  @safarigirlsp

Summary: a masterpost inside a masterpost. 

Masterlist   @safarigirlsp

Summary: tons of dark fics

Another masterpost with dark!fics recommendations  guess by who?  @safarigirlsp yep 

Summary: well...

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x reader 

Untitled series AO3

Summary: oneshots in non chronological order of Modern Kylo Ren and his fuck buddy who are actually in love. A great dd/lg story with lots of fluff and nsfw.

@babbushka and everything she’s got going on on AO3

Summary: this is just a reminder to myself that Z is going to start publishing exclusively on AO3 and it’s worthy to go take a look there every now and then

Indebted AO3

Summary: a day in the life of Kylo Ren’s pet. He is soft for her. NSFW. The knights watch… bdsm, master/pet dynamic.

A Mediocre Proposal @azwriting

Summary: Commander of the Resistance!Ben x childhood best friend turned lover!reader. This is what canon should be if movies weren’t chaotic and full of conflict.

Untitled  @feed-the-rats

Summary: Kylo x empress!reader have a baby girl

dd/lg Masterlist  @cosmic-rich

Summary: works on Kylo x little!reader

dd/lg Headcanon  @mandosmimi

Summary: She has more smaller heacanons under the tag.

dd/lg headcanon  @itsmentalillness

Luxury  @daddyrenn

Summary: Picked up from the desert planet Altran, you were the prime gift given to Supreme Leader Ren. He saw a concubine, a pet, given for his pleasure. The underlying message was simple: you were to absorb his negative energy, and direct it elsewhere. No more destroying consoles. No more Force-choking officers during meetings. Well, no killing officers with the Force-choke during meetings. Either way, you were His, and when He wanted you, He would have you. (iambrdened's note: a lil bit of soft Kylo)

Untitled  @thepilotanon

Summary: Kylo's kid braiding his hair.

Interview with a daddy  AO3 link by  ravensandviolins 

Summary: Daddy Dom Kylo, was betrayed by his former little girl and now he seeks a new submissive; will you heal daddy Kylo's broken heart?Modern AU

You belong to me  A03 link by ravensandviolins

Summary: Kylo is controlling and possessive of reader. Need I say more? :-> (iamburdened's note: this takes an unexpected turn)

Prelude series    @thepilotanon

Summary: badass!cute!reader, cute!kylo. I love this series. 

You're mine   @contesa-lui-alucard

Summary: behold Kylo's best AU fanfic ever. It's a 4 part story, Mob!ExtremelySoft!Kylo.

My Kind of Rain  A03 link by clumsycopy, direnightshade

Summary: Soooo cute! Ben after redemption is a lil puppy after friend reader

Size kink!Ben   @direnightshade

Size kink!Ben again   @direnightshade

NSFW heacanon   @novakspector

Summary: Master!Kylo x dark side Padawan!Reader

Masterlist @azwriting

Summary: I am in love with all her work

More Kylo Ren/Ben Solo fic recommendations here

Misc. 

Headcanon masterlist   @feed-the-rats

Chase Me   @sydwritess (Flip Zimmerman)

Summary: not dark, little red riding hood themed, not AU either.

Amateur Hour @safarigirlsp (Flip Zimmerman)

Summary: dark!fic. Flip and his girl go to a camp to investigate some disappearances and face a serial killer on the loose (Jason Voorhees style)

Masterlist  @roanniom

Masterlist  @ohiobluetip

Summary: they have dd/lg Charlie

Flip NSFW masterlist  @babbushka​

[azorell]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Taiyou no Ko Esteban | Les Mystérieuses Cités d'or | The Mysterious Cities of Gold Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Esteban (Taiyou no Ko Esteban), Zia (Taiyou no Ko Esteban), Mendoza (Taiyou no Ko Esteban), The crew of the Esperanza Additional Tags: Found Family, Fluff, Just some people living on a ship and adjusting to one another, Dad!Mendoza, eventually, give him some time he doesn't know he's adopting them yet, Tags May Change Summary:

Five months is a long time to stay on a ship, especially for two children. - Small moments from the Esperanza's journey to the New World, as Esteban, Zia and the sailors learn to live together.

[mid-sized-city-hopes]

if you ever visit, call (x)

[sidneyreetz]

OK my hellions, today is going to be a little bit of a mixed bag of events. But that means you'll have 2 opportunities to grab some books for Christmas from us on both ends of The Valley! Kira, Max, and I will be at the Mesa book festival from 2:00 p.m. to 8:00 p.m. So stop by and say Hi and make sure to visit Kira and Max in their panels today. (I'll post more info about that as it becomes available to me.) Then on the West side of The Valley our dear friends Will, Tom, and Rachel will be selling for us at The Glendale Library for Libcon! Hope to see everyone there! ~ Sid #mesabookfestival #mesaaz #author #indiepublishing #bookstagram #ilovebooks #authorsofinstagram #bookfestival #glendale #glendalelibrary #libcon #azwriters #booksforchristmas #jolabokaflod https://www.instagram.com/p/BrIioN8hByZ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18hb6ybiekkuw

[catpollock]

How I'm feeling about this particular Monday... #mondaymorning #mondaymeme #wheresmycoffee #amwriting #azwriters #phxwriters #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #instadaily #instagood

[azwriting]

Forget Me Not (Kylo Ren x Fem!Reader) Complete Masterlist

Summary: The Resistance has barely escaped the death sentence from the First Order, but they now prepare for the inevitable strike back. With General Organa mourning the loss of her brother, she sends two of her best fighters, (Y/N) Stryker and Poe Dameron, to retrieve vital intel that would ensure the Resistance’s survival. While on the mission, (Y/N) comes face to mask with the enemy, the horrendous Kylo Ren. The monster who seems to hold vital information to (Y/N)’s unknown past.

Everything We Need - Chapter One

Sympathizers - Chapter Two

No Identity - Chapter Three

There’s No “I” in Escape - Chapter Four

Priorities - Chapter Five

Somewhere Safe - Chapter Six

A Tragedy - Chapter Seven

A Faded Tombstone - Chapter Eight

Noise - Chapter Nine

Another Life - Chapter Ten

Never Was There a Story... - Chapter Eleven

... Of More Woe - Chapter Twelve 

Secrets - Chapter Thirteen 

Redemption - Chapter Fourteen

Across the Stars - Epilogue

[king-starkrogers]

Winterhawk drabble

well i did it again, i wrote something!

How Clint Barton met Mr Hero

Clint Barton is a general mess. If you’ve known him for at least an hour - you would figure this out quicker than you would figure out that he absolutely plays for the other team. For Bucky - it took the ex soldier approximately 54 seconds.

He was walking out from the pharmacy three blocks away from steve and his apartment, carrying a plastic bag with tylenol and all those necessary shit you would need for everyday normal life.

What he didn’t expect was to hear grunts of pain and profanity from the alley that he passed by - next to an archery practice centre.

Bucky turned the corner, bracing himself to see the unexpected but he was taken aback to see a jumping guy around his age, dodging punches and giving a kick to a stomach of a much burlier and scary looking man.

The guy had blonde hair and he just couldn’t stop moving ... it made Bucky stop his rescue plan because it seemed like this guy knew how to handle himself.

He spoke to soon because soon the blonde guy was on his back with blood dripping down the side of his mouth and - shit that sound - a gun cocking.

He stepped in as quick as he could, forgetting the pharmacy plastic bag and taking out his own weapon. A pocket knife.

What? he had issues.. he knew that.

“Drop the gun, man”

The knife’s edge was at the guy’s neck.

The burly guy growled - yes, like a god damn animal and dropped his gun.

Instead of scrambling away like a smart person - the blonde guy cheered and started laughing.

Bucky had his eyebrows raised but he didnt take a knife off the burly guy’s beck.

“Now scram before i call the cops” Bucky said threateningly.

The burly guy glared at him before walking away, giving one last glance at the blonde guy.

Bucky pocketed his pocket knife and observed the damage in front of him.

Which was well.. the blonde guy.

“Aw man, that was amazing! Thanks!” The blonde guy stood up and brushed dirt of his jeans like he wasn’t just about to get shot.

He picked up the gun, observed it and grinned again.

“I should keep this - Nat would want it for her collection”

Bucky looked at the gun and scoffed.

“If your friend collects guns, that aint anything special. Just a normal gun”

“You know guns huh?” The blonde guy asked, eyebrows raised in interest.

He smiled - less manically and more attractive this time and Bucky would have stumbled back from that smile if he wasn’t rooted to the spot.

“You could say that” Bucky shrugged.

“So, you wanna impress me with your knowledge on firearms in a cafe somewhere?” The blonde guy asked, keeping the gun anyway - and was now looking at him expectantly.

Again, Bucky was taken aback. This guy had a split lip, a bruised eye, his hair was in a complete disarray and cuts littered his arms. He had a bandage on the side of his cheek! God, he was a mess.

Bucky gave him an answering smile back.

This time, the blonde guy did stumble back, his hand on his chest where his heart would be.

“Aw heart, it’s like you haven’t seen an atttactive guy in your life” He groaned, rolling his eyes.

Bucky surprised himself by laughing at the ridicoulousness of this guy.. who he still hasn’t found out his name.

“What should i call you?” He asked, still smiling - god it’s been a long time.

“Clint Barton - and yes I look like this 23 hours of the day” He nodded, sticking his hand out.

Bucky took his hand and shook it, not letting go completely because wow - this man was a complete mess.

“Bucky” He replied simply.

They were smiling at each other like a pair of complete fools. What an image they would make.

“So tell me Bucky, do you usually go around saving tragic blondes?” Clint asked.

They were walking out of the alley now and towards a cafe on the other side of the road.

Bucky almost laughed at the hilarity.

“I don’t know, do you usually go to dates with your heroes?”

“Oh so you’re my hero now huh?” Clint asked, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

Bucky sighed. “God, you’re gonna be a handful aren’t ya?”

Clint winked, “I think you can handle me, Mr Hero.”

[solanabanana]

“She was a dauntless coward as people had said— but nevertheless, she's the warrior amongst the soldiers.”

—AzWrites