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delia-pavorum · 1 year

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Feel free to add me as a friend and help make that follower count look a little less pathetic 😅

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delia-pavorum · 3 years

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if you ever feel bad about your writing, especially structure-wise, remember: you’re still not the one who put “somehow, palpatine has returned” into a multimillion dollar franchise produced by one of the greediest and richest corporations on earth. you’ll always be better than that one.

#haven't been on in awhile #and this is the first thing i see #feels good feels organic #smash that reblog button

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delia-pavorum · 3 years

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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.

Christmas Fics

Moodboard by the incredibly talented @cruelerintentions

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!

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.

Happy Reading!

#reylo #reylo fam #reylo fanfic #aptg #a place to go #my fics #reylo modern au #reylo fic recs #christmas fics #reylo christmas #love all these stories #wow!!#truly speechless #♥️♥️♥️♥️

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delia-pavorum · 3 years

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luminous beings

A new story by delia-pavorum

luminous beings | rated: M | chapter 1/2

An exploration of Rey’s unseen grief over Ben’s death at the end of TROS.

(feat. Force Ghost Ben and a happy ending.)

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The moment he is gone she forgets how to grieve.

The first and only thing she feels is pain, sharp and unyielding, like she has been run through by a lightsaber right in the soft spot at the base of her neck.

The pain fades quickly and is replaced instead by a hollowness that spreads from the centre of her chest outwards; an implacable coldness that consumes her quickly. She feels her face ease from its tormented grimace into something that might have almost been considered serene if it didn’t feel so much like a brumal death from within. She exhales softly, a light breath released from lips that have gone numb.

Her hands dazedly pat the soft material of his tunic, still warm from his body, as though she has somehow just missed him. As though she’ll still make contact with a solid form underneath and within.

Instead, all she encounters is the scrabbled ground beneath the fabric. There is no warm, breathing, living man within. It is now just an overlay for the hard unyielding rock below.

Had it truly been just moments before that she had held him in her arms, legs spread across his, their chests touching?

Was it really only seconds prior where their lips had met, held and captured, his mouth moving against her own? The feel of his fevered breath expelling from his nose and hitting her cheek as they desperately, awkwardly tasted each other for the first time? His arms hefting her, holding her, crushing her to him?

Had it even really happened?

For a moment she wonders if maybe she is dead again.

Maybe she is still dead.

Maybe she was always dead?

The feeling is the same, after all. The feeling of being trapped in that horrid liminal space where she had screamed and screamed in isolated terror, her voice singular amongst the endless stars; that inky blackness symbolizing a blank eternity.

Her throat feels raw, raw like she is still screaming although her face does not move aside from the slow descent of her eyelids, blink after painful blink.

Her breath comes out in short bursts as she scrambles up on shaky legs. At the last second she reaches down and grasps the shirt still on the ground, crumpling it up and sticking it under her arm. Her feet feel like leaden weights, knees wobbling, the coldness in her chest beginning to feel like an icy burn.

And she starts to move.

✨ continue reading on AO3

#reylo fanfic #reylo fandom #reylo family #post tros #tros #sw #star wars #rey x ben solo #reylo fix it #tros fix it #grief tw

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delia-pavorum · 3 years

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Wow, thank you so much for acknowledging my little fic. Chapter 2 is coming soon!

“luminous beings” by @delia-pavorum /delia-pavorum (rated M, ½)

Summary: She’d thought she’d known loneliness before. The years on Jakku. Touching the reflective surface of the cave on Ahch-To. Aching for her parents. For answers.She is off Jakku now. She has her answers.And this loneliness, the loneliness of lost opportunity, of a future foretold but never realized, this is the most unbearable thing of all.

Delia is one of my favorite Reylo authors and her stories never disappoint. This is a very intense but also very beautiful journey into Rey’s grief after losing Ben in Exegol. It really feels like you’re inside Rey’s mind and feeling everything she’s feeling. It’s heavy, but also very cathartic. I can’t wait for chapter 2 (where Delia says we’ll get to the “happy parts” of the story!)

“what if i told you (i feel like i know you) by newseptembers (rated M, 1/1)

Summary: The best part of Ben Solo’s day is his visit to his local coffee shop. The fact that he can’t stop thinking about the barista who works there is completely unrelated.

Sometimes all you need is a soft and fluffy coffee shop AU.

“you, me, us” by @galacticidiots /BensCalligraphySet (rated T, 1/1)

Summary: Home, Ben has come to realize, isn’t four walls and a roof. Home is the pair of arms that hold you, the lips that kiss you goodnight, the face you see when you wake up in the morning, the person whose heartbeat is synced to yours. Home is Rey. And Rey is here (or: the one where Ben and baby go out to greet Rey).

This is one of my go-to stories whenever I’m craving canon Reylo domesticity/baby cuteness. It fills my heart with joy every single time! So adorable.

“Carve Your Name” by ohemgeeitscoley (rated T, 1/1)

Summary: Rey is a little sad that ‘Rey Johnson’ is too long of a name to fit on a pumpkin. Ben can’t help but think Rey Solo would work.

Such a fluffy and precious gem! I love the domesticity of it and also the way the author portrays Ben’s relationship with his parents. Wonderful!

#reylo #reylo fanfic #my fics #beautiful people #reylo fandom #reylo family #tros #post tros #fix it fic #reylo fix it #grief tw

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delia-pavorum · 3 years

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luminous beings

A new story by delia-pavorum

luminous beings | rated: M | chapter 1/2

An exploration of Rey’s unseen grief over Ben’s death at the end of TROS.

(feat. Force Ghost Ben and a happy ending.)

preview:

The moment he is gone she forgets how to grieve.

The first and only thing she feels is pain, sharp and unyielding, like she has been run through by a lightsaber right in the soft spot at the base of her neck.

The pain fades quickly and is replaced instead by a hollowness that spreads from the centre of her chest outwards; an implacable coldness that consumes her quickly. She feels her face ease from its tormented grimace into something that might have almost been considered serene if it didn’t feel so much like a brumal death from within. She exhales softly, a light breath released from lips that have gone numb.

Her hands dazedly pat the soft material of his tunic, still warm from his body, as though she has somehow just missed him. As though she’ll still make contact with a solid form underneath and within.

Instead, all she encounters is the scrabbled ground beneath the fabric. There is no warm, breathing, living man within. It is now just an overlay for the hard unyielding rock below.

Had it truly been just moments before that she had held him in her arms, legs spread across his, their chests touching?

Was it really only seconds prior where their lips had met, held and captured, his mouth moving against her own? The feel of his fevered breath expelling from his nose and hitting her cheek as they desperately, awkwardly tasted each other for the first time? His arms hefting her, holding her, crushing her to him?

Had it even really happened?

For a moment she wonders if maybe she is dead again.

Maybe she is still dead.

Maybe she was always dead?

The feeling is the same, after all. The feeling of being trapped in that horrid liminal space where she had screamed and screamed in isolated terror, her voice singular amongst the endless stars; that inky blackness symbolizing a blank eternity.

Her throat feels raw, raw like she is still screaming although her face does not move aside from the slow descent of her eyelids, blink after painful blink.

Her breath comes out in short bursts as she scrambles up on shaky legs. At the last second she reaches down and grasps the shirt still on the ground, crumpling it up and sticking it under her arm. Her feet feel like leaden weights, knees wobbling, the coldness in her chest beginning to feel like an icy burn.

And she starts to move.

✨ continue reading on AO3

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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Good boy’s sweater <3

#reylo #reylo art #ben solo #rey of jakku #reylo fanfic #kylo ren #rey #reylo fic #reylo fics

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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What is the dirtiest Reylo smut you can write without a single pornographic description?

A completely faithful adaptation of the hand-touch scene.

#reylo #reylo fic #tlj adaptations #ben solo pov #hand touch #seriously i am going to try this de facto smut challenge #when i am less sleep-deprived #reylo fanfic #reylo art #kylo ren

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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A teaser from @delia-pavorum’s fic, departures and arrivals:

With a old, familiar fury – one he didn’t know he felt 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 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 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, pointy chin, 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 on November 15 as part this year’s Reylo Charity Anthology.

Anthology Timeline | FAQ | Donate to receive a copy | Spread the word: reblog a promo

#delia-pavorum #reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo charity anthology #rca #spot the typo #🤦🏻‍♀️#teaser #reylo fanfic #reylo art

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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AO3 Fic: Moments

Rated: E (mind the tags)

Summary: Rey has some difficulty adjusting to being a new mother. Ben is here to help.

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Rey perfunctorily uses the refresher, careful to avoid the mirror. The steam from her recent shower swirls around and her gaze drops down and away, as she lifts her towel from the floor and wraps it around her body. Only then does she glance up, her eyes meeting her foggy reflection’s briefly, before dipping her head down and wrapping another towel around her hair.

She beelines out and softly pads to the bedroom, almost bumping into her husband in their narrow hallway on the way.

“Well, hello,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around her waist and spinning her in a half circle. He ducks his head and captures her lips in a short, but searing kiss. She melts against his body for a brief, blissful moment, before pulling away.

“Mmm,” she mumbles her assent. “Hello. Did she go down?”

“For now,” he responds, good humouredly. “She didn’t give me too much trouble anyway.”

“Thank the Force,” Rey says on a sigh. “I’m starting to feel like a thala-siren.” An image of foamy green milk dripping from a bearded face flashes through her mind and she shudders.

“A what?” Ben asks, looking at her quizzically. It occurs to her that the mammal was likely native to the shores of Ahch-To and those who have not had the pleasure of visiting the planet would likely not know what she was talking about. She considers projecting an image to him through their bond, but decides against it. She’s certain the last thing her husband needs at this point is a visual of yet another lactating hypermammarian creature in his midst.

Instead, she just shakes her head. “You don’t want to know. Needless to say, if we can get her down to five feedings during the day and maybe one at night, I’ll be happy. And so will these guys,” she adds, palming a heavy breast in each hand through her towel and giving them a jiggle.

Ben groans out loud. “Please don’t do that to me.”

She sheepishly withdraws her hands from her tender breasts. He ducks his head to kiss under her ear, in the silky spot where a tender pulse beats. Then he continues kissing down her neck, wet, soft kisses. She gently exhales and loses herself in the moment as she twines her arms around him. His lips migrate to hers as his hands go to the knot in her towel.

“What did the medic say today?” he murmurs against her mouth as he loosens the front and starts to pull it away from her.

Rey comes back to reality with a suddenness akin to a bucket of cold water being poured over her head. She pulls away abruptly with a barely stifled gasp and tears the towel from his hands, wrapping it tighter around herself.

“Still too soon,” she manages to gasp out. “Said to wait a bit longer.” At those words, she brushes past him.

Once in the safety of their room, she quickly pulls a pair of sleep pants on under her towel and pulls one of Ben’s shirts over her head. Only then does she allow the towel to fall to the floor. Ben walks in as she’s bent over, drying her hair with the other towel. He sits at the edge of the bed and stares at her. He doesn’t speak and neither does she. Once she’s vigorously rubbed the towel through her wet hair, beyond the point of what’s necessary, she drops it to join the other one on the floor and then crawls into bed.

“Can you pass me my datapad?”

He turns to look at her and makes no move to do as she’s asked.

“Please, Ben,” she wheedles. Let it go. Please let it go. “I told Finn I’d check their trajectory for tomorrow and see if I could find him a better route than the one they’re taking. If he can avoid—"

“What’s going on, Rey?” he interrupts, impatient with her efforts to dodge the issue. He has eternally, frustratingly, been nothing if not straightforward. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Did the medic say something was—” He visibly needs to collect himself, jaw clenching, “—wrong? With the way you’re healing? It’s been over five months…” His voice trails off and he looks at her, almost pleadingly. “Talk to me.”

She responds in a visceral way to the worry and anxiety in his tone, but a knot forms in her throat at the thought of having to explain to him what, exactly, it was that was wrong with her. “Nothing. Nothing is wrong. Not like that. I just don’t – I don’t feel ready, that’s all.” She can feel her hackles rising, an innate defensiveness borne from a need to survive first and foremost at an early age, and she tries desperately to quash it before it consumes her. This is not Jakku. This is not Unkar Plutt or the other scavengers and traders. This is Ben. She can be honest with Ben. She can be herself with Ben.

Can’t she?

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(More please.)

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#reylo #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction #reylo smut #reylo babies #daddy ben solo #pregnancy #postpartum #postpartum depression #ppd #ppa

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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I couldn’t resist

A Place to Go by @delia-pavorum

#clara-gemm #fanart #reylo art #reylo #reylo fanfic #a place to go #delia-pavorum #completed fics #complete #reylo fic

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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reading a sickfic and having a good time w it

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo art #modern au #rey #kylo ren #reylo fic #fandom friends #beautiful people #lovely art

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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stay…

#reylo #reylo fic #reylo fanfic #my fics #delia-pavorum #kylo pov #from the hand touch scene #tlj #reyloedit #daily-reylo

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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a place to go

a place to go - COMPLETED! 10/09/19 || Chapter 8

A modern Reylo AU. In a cabin. Over Christmas.

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.

And then Ben Solo arrived.

Read it all on AO3:

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 {new} COMPLETE

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo fanfiction #reylo modern au #cabin au #christmas time #winter holidays #slow burn #if you can call four days a slow burn #enemies to lovers

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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A birthday gift fic for the unparalleled @raven-maiden, now with its own home on AO3.

The Empress | Rating: M

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“The domrai,” the Empress stated, as though she were about to conduct a lesson on the florae and faunae of the galaxy at large. “An interesting fruit, to be sure. Being raised on a sand-savaged planet such as Jakku, with little in the way of proper sustenance, you’ll forgive me if I’m unaware of the habits and customs of others when it comes to the appropriate way of consuming certain things.”

The Supreme Leader, catching the play, had to hide his burgeoning grin behind his hand. By the Maker, did she impress him.

“If you would be so kind, I would appreciate the enlightenment,” she continued, nodding towards the fruit, “as to how one would enjoy such a delicacy.”

Hux swallowed hard, all semblance of bravado disintegrating by the second. “Er, you—my—my lady, Supreme Empress, I—I—I’m not sure I—”

“You heard her,” the Supreme Leader rumbled, impatient with delays and interested in seeing the culmination of the performance playing out in front of him. “Show her how to eat it, General.”

Hux looked like he was going to be sick. He glanced down at the fruit in his trembling hand. “My—my lady, I—”

“Eat it.” Her voice rang out, clear and distinct, echoing throughout the chamber. “Eat it, as you would have had me eat it last night, when it was offered to me on a platter by one of your lackeys. Eat it, as I would have, sharing a piece with my husband as well, if another had not warned me of your deceit just in time.”

She leaned forward in her seat, fingers clenched in the arms of her throne, her posture and bearing still befitting of a monarch — back straight, diadem resting perfectly at the top of her head, firegems and Naboo night pearls adorning it, glinting red and black in the dim light, with indigo-dark velvet robes pooling at her feet. Her eyes glinted darkly as well, capturing only a modicum of the light in the room around her. She met his gaze with her own, pinning him to the spot without even conjuring the Force. When she spoke again, her voice was low and vehement.

“Eat it.”

Read it now on AO3

#reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo fics #empress rey #renperor #for raven-maiden #delia-pavorum #my writing #canon divergent #renperor au

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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A TEASER FROM MY FIC, DEPARTURES AND ARRIVALS:

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.

Anthology Timeline | FAQ | Donate to receive a copy | Spread the word: reblog a promo

#reylo charity anthology #reylo fanfic #reylo fam #rca #reylo #my writing #delia-pavorum #reylo fics #reylo au #reylo modern au

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delia-pavorum · 4 years

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Grief is a deeply lonely thing. The world continues around you. People give you space when you just desperately want to be held and talked to. You try to move on and heal but the quiet screams.

I want to write something about Rey having to come to terms with her parents’ deaths. Surrounded by friends but with no one to lean on. Keeping a brave face for the morale of the Resistance but wishing she could break. Feeling the agony of it but knowing she’s alone in her pain. This time, she really is alone.

And maybe she thinks about how she wishes Ben were there this time. That maybe he would have understood.

But he’s not there. The bond is closed. So she keeps going on her own. It’s what she’s best at.

#reylo #reylo fic #reylo prompt #let me know if it was your own prompt to fill #and you'd rather have done it yourself #my fics #reylo fanfic #reylo art #kylo ren #rey

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