OR: Rey is Ben’s Instacart shopper. He has special requests.
“Would you mind—could you maybe put a shirt on or something?”
Ben makes direct eye contact with her, while making zero effort to put a shirt on.
He somehow seems to become more naked as he digs through the bags. It’s probably just a trick of her mind. But his shoulder blades move beneath his creamy, freckled skin in a way that makes her curious about what would happen if her hand just happened to brush against—
“Kinder Bueno? Kinder—” He holds out the candy bar up like he’s just unearthed a something of enormous archaeological significance. “What is this?”
“It’s hazelnut cream and a crispy wafer covered in milk choc—”
“Iknow what it is, why did you buy it?”
“It’s like ten times better than Toblerone, which they didn’t have anyway. I did you a favor.”
He tilts his head like he’s spoiling for a fight.
“If you actually read my instructions, you would have noticed that I don’t eat—" he makes a sort of grimacing face, like he’s pained to even say the words “—milk chocolate.”
Rey gazes at the red and white wrapper, with its tantalizingly airbrushed images of chocolate and hazelnuts, and feels her stomach cry out. She reaches her right hand up in front of him and grabs the package out of his hand, barely brushing his finger against hers.
“I do.” She shoves it in the back pocket of her jeans. “I eat it.”
He looks dumbfounded for a second, before allowing his eyes to drift downward, in the direction of her hand, and then her back pocket—and, therefore—her ass.
Insta-heart (real name: Instacock) was featured on the Fangasm podcast!
I haven’t listened yet because I’m a coward, but I believe they read the fic aloud and comment on it, humorously? I’ve heard great things about the podcast, in general, and maybe I will get past the cringe factor of listening to my own dumb fic words being spoken out loud.
backstory: Inspired by a tweet and turned into a tweetfic, this one-shot ended up with an additional 4100 words (mostly smut) and a home on AO3.
summary:
He didn’t know why she drank every week. Didn’t know if it was with friends or alone. If it was after work or after midnight. Didn’t know why it would inevitably lead her to his home, his bed.
All he knew was that, when she was there, she was his.
And he would protect her at all costs, from whatever demons chased her into his arms.
Ben Solo wakes up about once a week to find his neighbour, Rey Johnson, inexplicably in bed with him. Oddly, he doesn’t seem to mind.
preview:
She looked so sheepish and adorable that his heart seized a little bit; a sweet-sharp plunk of longing, despite the fact that she was right there in his arms.
I could love her, he thought, lying to himself—knowing he already did.
Here are some holiday themed Reylo Fic’s to help us through the end of 2020.
Oh hey, these are all Modern AU ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Enjoy!
Until then we’ll have to muddle through somehow by greyorchids |@grey-orchids | Explicit | 10k | One shot | Modern AU | Christmas | Enemies to Lovers | co-workers | Family Dinner | Author!Ben | Editor!Rey | Rey POV |Rey is an editor, eviscerating Ben Solo’s novel. Their constant verbal sparring comes to a head when Rey is unexpectedly invited to Ben’s Family Christmas dinner. Too much wine and too much tension leads to a steamy conclusion.
Dancing in a swirl of golden memories by hi_raeth|@eleanor-writes-stuff | Teen | 9k | One shot | Modern AU | Christmas | Ex-lovers | Fake-dating | Pining | Getting-back-togther | Rey POV | Ben needs a date to appease his parents this Christmas, his ex-girlfriend/kinda-friend Rey is down to help him out. | Normally ex-lovers isnt my jam but, oh my god, I absolutley love the backstory for these two.
A place to go by delia-pavorum|@delia-pavorum | Explicit | 52k | Complete | Modern AU | Snowed in | Christmas | Strangers to lovers | Sharing a bed | Cabincore | Canada | Multi POV |Rey is a teacher trying to have some peace and quiet over the holidays. Ben is a writer trying to run from his problems. They both end up snowed in at Luke’s cabin. | This has got to be one of my all time favourite fics (top 5 for sure). Their dynamic is so engrossing and the charcterization and backstory feel so genuine. With beautifully written prose, an attention to detail that adds a richness and some *chef kiss* smut. I would pay money for this fic.
Blame it on the Mistletoe by deedreamer, HopelesslyReylo|@deedreamer | Explicit | 24k | Complete | Modern AU | Co-workers | Teachers | Christmas | Family Dynamic | Rey POV | Rey gets invited to her co-worker’s christmas dinner which is promised to be filled with all things christmasy, it’s a shame that she hates Christmas and is secretly crushing on said co-worker.|SO. WELL. WRITTEN. Great characterization (everyone! especially Leia), Great dialouge/banter! Steamy AF. Love the family dynamic! Very organic feeling story.
Baby, Please Come Home by v3ryvelvet |@v3ryvelvet | Explicit | 6k | One shot | PWP | Modern AU | A/B/O | Devoted Reylo | Office Party | Multi POV | Newly married (and mated) couple Rey & Ben get an unexpected suprise while Ben is at his Office Christmas party… (It’s Rey’s heat). |I was expecting this to be more fluffy rather than the insanely hot smut fest it is. And there is a tiny, hilarious cameo that made me cackle!
Mistle-Oh-No by KyloTrashForever | Explicit | 15k | Complete | Modern AU | Christmas | Mistaken identity | Enemies to lovers | Co-worker dynamic | Rey POV | Okay I thought this was gonna be straight up asshole Ben Solo but its smitten Ben Solo. Soft and fluffy with *chef kiss* flirting.
The Smash Before the Splash by HarpiaHarpyja |@thisgarbagepicker | Explicit | 27k | Complete | Modern AU | Christmas | Festivus | Co-workers | Office dynamic | Bets and wagers | Office xmas party | One-night-stand (sure jan) | Rey POV | Rey tries everything to convince office grump Ben Solo to participate in this year’s polar plunge. She definitely bit off more than she can chew.|Well constructed, brilliantly written fic with great prose and dynamic characterization. The writting is so good halfway through I knew I was gonna have to look up this authors other works.
Silver and Gold by Daisyflo|@reylolujah | Explicit | 10k | Complete | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Buying-jewlery-instead-of-flirting | Rey POV |Leading up to Christmas Ben continuously returns to the little jewelry store Rey works in to buy more and more jewelry.| So adorable and fluffy!
Lessons & Carols by angharabbit|@angharabbit | Explicit | 7k | One shot | Modern AU | A/B/O | Christmas Eve | priest!Ben | Librarian!Rey | “Forbidden” love | Rey POV |It’s Christmas eve and some asshole Alpha is ruining Rey’s evening. Her petty revenge does not go as planned. Meanwhile Father Ben’s shitty night takes an unexpected turn for the better. | Steamy and funny with great chemistry.
Moodboard by @cruelerintentions (her moodboards are gorgeous– check them out!)
Tis the season…
Not necessarily Christmas themed, but some lovely fics set in the Winter.
The man, the stallion, and the wind by voicedimplosives |@voicedimplosives |Explicit | 17k | One shot | Modern AU | Strangers to lovers | Road trip | Snowed in | Sharing a bed | Alternating POV | While roadtripping across Canada, Rey picks up hitchhiker Ben who is running away from his problems.| Love, love, love this story. Well written with interesting backstory and steamy smut and delicious chemistry. And it’s set in Canada too!
mountain at my gates by KyloTrashForever | Explicit | 26k | Complete | Modern AU | A/B/O | PWP | Snowed in | lumberjack!Ben Solo | Engineer!Rey | Tropes galore | Rey POV | Omega Rey gets stuck in the middle of nowhere with no suppressants, good thing woodsman Ben is there to help her out. You can guess where this is going.
Hanging by a Moment by crossingwinter|@shmisolo | Explicit | 44k | Complete | Modern-ish AU | 2000s | Funerals and Wakes | Strangers to lovers | Family Dysfunction | Chronic Illness | Angst with HEA | Misunderstandings | Ben POV | Ben comes home after years away for his father’s funeral to deal with his gold-digger step mother. But nothing is what it seems, and this week away will turn his life upsidedown. | Another one of my all time favourite fics. The story, the tension, the emotion! Brilliantly crafted with great charcterization.
Happy Reading!
Wow. WOW. Not only do I feel so honoured to be included on a list with all these incredible writers, but your unbelievably kind words have truly left me speechless, @readingreylo. Thank you sooo much for your lovely thoughts on my story - you have no idea how happy I am that you liked it so much. ♥️
Wishing you a wonderful holiday season and the happiest new year.
All Rey Johnson wanted was solitude. A place to go where she could escape from the daily stressors and mayhem of her job. A place where she could enjoy some peace and some quiet. Her mentor Luke Skywalker’s small cabin up north seemed like the ideal place to do just that. A week of seclusion was just what she needed.
It’s been a tumultuous few days. If you‘d like a wintery, trapped in a cabin over Christmas, only-one-bed type story to soothe the weary soul over the holidays, might I recommend mine?
With an old, familiar fury—one he hadn’t felt in awhile, one he didn’t even know he was feeling until the moment it infiltrated his body, filling his lungs in a hot rage, coursing through his bloodstream—he wrenched the offending object off his neck and whipped it across the room with a half-growl, half-grunt of exertion. It landed right at the feet of a person who was standing in the doorway—the one that had been empty mere seconds before—their slight frame silhouetted by the dim haze of cloudy morning light coming in from the hallway.
At first he stared, unseeing, at those feet. Then he blinked twice, hard, and black ankle boots came into focus, as did the slim ankles emerging from them. Shapely calves, encased in fitted black pants, swelling into hips with a slight curve, made more prominent by the way they were angled to the side. A white blouse, half untucked, falling loosely over a petite bust. Narrow shoulders, a bent arm, a small hand resting on a cocked hip. Slim neck, strong jaw, bow-lips. Small nose, freckles. Upturned hazel eyes (green when she cries) framed with dark lashes. Her face. Her beautiful, devastating face.
Rey.
It had been three years.
And this was the morning she chose to show up.
THE COMPLETE WORK WILL BE RELEASED TOMORROW AS PART THIS YEAR’S REYLO CHARITY ANTHOLOGY.
All Rey Johnson wanted was solitude. A place to go where she could escape from the daily stressors and mayhem of her job. A place where she could enjoy some peace and some quiet. Her mentor Luke Skywalker’s small cabin up north seemed like the ideal place to do just that. A week of seclusion was just what she needed.
backstory: Inspired by a tweet and turned into a tweetfic, this one-shot ended up with an additional 4100 words (mostly smut) and a home on AO3.
summary:
He didn’t know why she drank every week. Didn’t know if it was with friends or alone. If it was after work or after midnight. Didn’t know why it would inevitably lead her to his home, his bed.
All he knew was that, when she was there, she was his.
And he would protect her at all costs, from whatever demons chased her into his arms.
Ben Solo wakes up about once a week to find his neighbour, Rey Johnson, inexplicably in bed with him. Oddly, he doesn’t seem to mind.
preview:
She looked so sheepish and adorable that his heart seized a little bit; a sweet-sharp plunk of longing, despite the fact that she was right there in his arms.
I could love her, he thought, lying to himself—knowing he already did.
In this modern au, Rey is surprised on her birthday by her boyfriends Kylo, Ben, Matt and Randy: the Solo quadruplets.
Excerpt
Rey couldn’t believe Senator Organa made her work on her birthday, of all days. Loads and loads of paperwork, gophering, coffee runs. By the time she slogged up to her apartment, she was beat.
She never really got to celebrate her birthday much as a child, having been abandoned by her shit parents and dropped off to her even shittier Uncle Plutt at his desert junk hole. It was school and college that saved her, turning her away from a future of petty crime and landing her this lucrative government job in her early twenties–virtually unheard of–and that was due to missing a lot of birthdays, and a lot of holidays, through hard study.
That’s why she was hoping that when she finally put enough time in (and the fact that she was on more than professional terms with the good Senator, practically family) that she could finally celebrate her birthday in style, the way she never got to before.
That was probably why she had to work on her birthday, actually. Wouldn’t want to show favoritism. She had Finn and Poe on her back enough as it was.
With a sigh she put the key in the lock and turned the knob. She flipped the light on and let out a squeal of–
“SURPRISE!”
“Oh!” Rey gasped, and not just because of the unexpected surprise. “Oooh…”
They sat on their large leather sofa, all stark naked, with neat little bows tied around their rock-hard cocks. All four of her beloved Solo brothers. It was a long story, but they were all her boyfriends…
Summary: After Ben SolocatchesRey playing around with his prized Star Wars replica props, he gives her a tough lesson in obedience in this modern au.
Excerpt
After a morning shift at his father and Uncle Chewie’s car shop and an afternoon trip to the gym, Ben went into his man cave for a game of Star Wars Vol. 3, and much to his surprise, he was nearly hit in the face with his Kylo Ren lightsaber.
If it was anyone else, he’d probably rip their head off, but it was Rey. Denim Daisy Duke’s that rode up her ample ass, a white tank top that accentuated her athletic curves, and now from his surprise his to his irritation, she was wearing his fucking Kylo Ren helmet.
“Hey look at me!” Rey giggled as she swung the prop Kylo Ren lightsaber around, her voice muffled by the helmet. “I’m a big git with a laser sword!”
Ben scoffed at her. “Hey! C'mon! Those are expensive! Put them away!”
“Afraid I’m gonna break your toys?” Rey laughed, twirling the lightsaber around, humming the ubiquitous hum of the lightsaber as she did so.
Ben ducked another errant swing of the hard light tube that comprised the red blade. “They’re not fucking toys! They are highly collectable replica props!”
“I’m not gonna break your stupid props, Ben. I’m just –” Rey aimed another playful swing and Ben caught it.
“Having fun?” Ben snapped, raising his eyebrows. “Fun that costs a lot money. Just leave my shit alone, huh?”
Rey petulantly jerked the lightsaber out of his grip. She was annoyed at his attitude. He was being such a fucking dick over his stupid toys!
Excuse her. Collectable replica props. Air quotes, sarcasm intended.
“How about you make me?” she replied flippantly, continuing to twirl his lightsaber prop around carelessly.
Anger flashed across Ben’s face and he crossed the room in a flash, knocking the lightsaber out of her hands and to the sofa.
“What the–” Rey began as he yanked the Kylo Ren helmet off her head, tossing it to the sofa next to the lightsaber.
“What the fuck is your probl–” Rey screeched before Ben pushed her against the wall, his hand around her jaw, his towering body pressed against her’s.
Rey was reminded just how enormous he was compared to her. Her jaw just met his collarbone. He had to outweigh her by almost a hundred pounds.
She pressed her hands to the front of his chest to push him away, but something in his eyes stopped her. He had a temper, but he was never violent towards her. No, this was something else. Something…exciting…
Summary: After Ben SolocatchesRey playing around with his prized Star Wars replica props, he gives her a tough lesson in obedience in this modern au.
Excerpt
After a morning shift at his father and Uncle Chewie’s car shop and an afternoon trip to the gym, Ben went into his man cave for a game of Star Wars Vol. 3, and much to his surprise, he was nearly hit in the face with his Kylo Ren lightsaber.
If it was anyone else, he’d probably rip their head off, but it was Rey. Denim Daisy Duke’s that rode up her ample ass, a white tank top that accentuated her athletic curves, and now from his surprise his to his irritation, she was wearing his fucking Kylo Ren helmet.
“Hey look at me!” Rey giggled as she swung the prop Kylo Ren lightsaber around, her voice muffled by the helmet. “I’m a big git with a laser sword!”
Ben scoffed at her. “Hey! C'mon! Those are expensive! Put them away!”
“Afraid I’m gonna break your toys?” Rey laughed, twirling the lightsaber around, humming the ubiquitous hum of the lightsaber as she did so.
Ben ducked another errant swing of the hard light tube that comprised the red blade. “They’re not fucking toys! They are highly collectable replica props!”
“I’m not gonna break your stupid props, Ben. I’m just –” Rey aimed another playful swing and Ben caught it.
“Having fun?” Ben snapped, raising his eyebrows. “Fun that costs a lot money. Just leave my shit alone, huh?”
Rey petulantly jerked the lightsaber out of his grip. She was annoyed at his attitude. He was being such a fucking dick over his stupid toys!
Excuse her. Collectable replica props. Air quotes, sarcasm intended.
“How about you make me?” she replied flippantly, continuing to twirl his lightsaber prop around carelessly.
Anger flashed across Ben’s face and he crossed the room in a flash, knocking the lightsaber out of her hands and to the sofa.
“What the–” Rey began as he yanked the Kylo Ren helmet off her head, tossing it to the sofa next to the lightsaber.
“What the fuck is your probl–” Rey screeched before Ben pushed her against the wall, his hand around her jaw, his towering body pressed against her’s.
Rey was reminded just how enormous he was compared to her. Her jaw just met his collarbone. He had to outweigh her by almost a hundred pounds.
She pressed her hands to the front of his chest to push him away, but something in his eyes stopped her. He had a temper, but he was never violent towards her. No, this was something else. Something…exciting…
In this modern au, Rey is surprised on her birthday by her boyfriends Kylo, Ben, Matt and Randy: the Solo quadruplets.
Excerpt
Rey couldn’t believe Senator Organa made her work on her birthday, of all days. Loads and loads of paperwork, gophering, coffee runs. By the time she slogged up to her apartment, she was beat.
She never really got to celebrate her birthday much as a child, having been abandoned by her shit parents and dropped off to her even shittier Uncle Plutt at his desert junk hole. It was school and college that saved her, turning her away from a future of petty crime and landing her this lucrative government job in her early twenties–virtually unheard of–and that was due to missing a lot of birthdays, and a lot of holidays, through hard study.
That’s why she was hoping that when she finally put enough time in (and the fact that she was on more than professional terms with the good Senator, practically family) that she could finally celebrate her birthday in style, the way she never got to before.
That was probably why she had to work on her birthday, actually. Wouldn’t want to show favoritism. She had Finn and Poe on her back enough as it was.
With a sigh she put the key in the lock and turned the knob. She flipped the light on and let out a squeal of–
“SURPRISE!”
“Oh!” Rey gasped, and not just because of the unexpected surprise. “Oooh…”
They sat on their large leather sofa, all stark naked, with neat little bows tied around their rock-hard cocks. All four of her beloved Solo brothers. It was a long story, but they were all her boyfriends…
