#MAGICANDSCIENCEMUSES. ( rey. )

[weaponraised]

@magicandsciencemuses​ sent  ❝ "What are you wearing?" Kylo asked, blinking in astonishment. It had been the first time he'd managed to connect his Bond to Rey since the aftermath of the Battle of Crait. ❞

Upon first spying the fabric in the shop, so luxurious to her calloused fingers that she thought she could cry, Rey been overtaken with the impulse to own it. It was pointless, an unnecessary expense that she should have saved for food, or parts for the Falcon. Guilt made her stomach roll when she thought about the credits wasted.

Trying it on alone in the ship, however, her palms skating over the material of the dress, Rey couldn’t find it in herself to truly regret buying it. She deserved something nice, didn’t she, after everything? (And she might have wondered, far in the back of her mind, what a certain person might of thought about it, but she was good at lying to herself about things like that.)

Kylo’s voice broke through the silence and her thoughts, and reflexively she grabbed the nearest sweater to tug on, very aware of how short the dress was. “None of your business,” Rey answered as stonily as she could when her cheeks and throat were nearly the same color as the clothes covering her. Why had the Bond reopened? she wondered angrily, and maybe more hurt than she wished. “Don’t you have some sort of Supreme Leader thing to do?”

[thisblogmovedfindmeifyoucan]

@magicandsciencemuses​-Rey and Kylo

“I wasn’t expecting you to come see me again, Kylo.  Have you thought about what I was telling you about?  I would much rather you stayed with me here than going away on your ship again.” She turned so that she was facing him, her lips hovering just below his.  “There’s got to be something I can do to convince you to stay by my side.” She sighed, “Or you could convince Palpatine to let me go with you.”

[virentis]

the virens-solo household + domesticity

[mysticandskepticmuses]

     @magicandsciencemuses​ - rey gets a semi plotted starter from kylo.

       He had come to the desert world for the last remaining piece of the map that would lead him and his forces to the final location of where Luke Skywalker was hiding; the capture of the Rebellion’s pilot and the destruction of the Loyalist village were a minor salve in to the chasm of anger that burned in him for his failure to achieve his purpose.  Dameron would reveal to him where he had hidden the map, but in the interim, he would have no choice but to report his immediate failure to the Supreme Leader, and he cringed inwardly at the wrath that he knew he would face for his failure to procure the key to the destruction of the last of the Jedi.  Snoke’s displeasure would be great, and his mercy non-existent.  He had been prepared, still, bolstering himself, centering himself in the corner stone of his anger, turning to stride onto the shuttle that held the prisoner when -- 

     Something flickered in the peripheral of his senses, drawing him to a complete standstill, nostrils flared beneath his helmet, eyes sinking closed as he turned his focus inwards, and then outwards, extending his presence until he found it; the flicker of a presence, a candle in the darkness.  A force sensitive.  A sharp breath pulled inward, and he immediately turned to the shuttle, ordering the prisoner and troops to exit, to call another shuttle to transport the prisoner back to the First Order ship in orbit, settling into the pilot’s chair and trying to ignore the faint trembling in his fingers as he nosed the shuttle into the air, ignoring the instruments and controls, focusing on his senses to follow the ping to its source.   He landed the shuttle several meters away, long and purposeful strides carrying him across the sand dunes, narrowing in on the presence that tugged at him until he came to a rise and peered down to survey the downed AT-AT that, he could only presume, had been gutted and turned into some manner of residence, given the pull of life that came from within and the low light that emerged from within. 

     He hesitated, gloved hands hovering at the edge of his helmet, trying to decide whether to opt for intimidation factor or a more personable approach, and after a moment’s hesitation, snapped the helmet open, tucking it under an arm as he approached the residence in a slower, loping gait.  His other hand lingered near enough the lightsaber at his belt, uncertain as to whether he would need it, uncertain what to expect, at all.  “Hello --”  It seemed such an ungraceful way to begin what could be such an important conversation.   “Is anyone there?  I need -- I’d like,” he amended, “to speak with you.”  

[goldcnblood]

» ＲＥＹ ａｎｄ ＢＥＮ

                                                                                  soft starter for @magicandsciencemuses​ 

          IT WAS LATE,  far  too  late  to  be  awake,  and  yet,  Rey  was  far  from  concerned  about  that  small detail.    All  her  focus  and  attention  quite  devoted  to  the  man  in  front  of  her,  or  rather  to  the  man  whose  lap  she  was  currently  perched  on.    It  was  hard  to  find  the  time  to  just  be  but  it  might  be  because  of  that  that  times  like  those  were  just  even  more  precious.    There  was  adoration  and  something  akin  to  sadness  behind  her  eyes  as  she  watched  the  moonlight  drift  in  through  the  window  and  illuminating  the  soft  edges  of  Ben’s  features,  a  stark  contrast  with  the  dark  scar  running  along  his  face,  a  scar  she  had  inflicted  him  back  then.    How  she  regretted  it  now.    But  she  didn’t  dwell  on  it,  not  in  that  moment.    A  hum  left  her  lips  while  she  reached  out  to  cup  his  right  cheek  with  one  of  her  hand,  thumb  ever  so  gently  running  across  the  lenght  of  the  scar  there.    She  leaned  close,  noses  touching  for  a  second  before  she  moved  to  press  a  tender  kiss  against  his  forehead,  against  the  edge  of  the  scar.    Her  lips  then  moving  to  leave  another  kiss  against  his  brow.    Oh,  how  she’d  just  trace  his  scar  with  her  lips  if  he’d  let  her.

[jedirisen-a]

@magicandsciencemuses​​ said: Poe: *gives Rey a SOFT little kiss on the corner of her mouth*

Rey tensed just slightly as she noticed him leaning in, her breath hitching as he placed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth.  While she may have tried to keep herself from smiling, it doesn’t stop the corners of her mouth from curling upwards just slightly.  She anxiously chewed on her lower lip as her hazel eyes met his dark, and after a bit of subconscious debate and pep talk, she leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss against the corner of his mouth, “ Two can play that game. “ she teased. 

[brac-archived]

@magicandsciencemuses and an unrequested starter for ben x rey !

She loved how things were now that they were on Naboo. The planet, unlike so many others, didn’t seem inclined to dislike either one of them. They were just a young couple in love, and a hope to restoring the royal family after so much ache and pain from the empire and then order.

It was so easy to be alone with him, quiet and restful, something she never thought she’d crave as much as she did— being with him was like oxygen in her lungs. But in this moment there was no one beside him.

The matress behind her back, and his weight on top of her. It made her eyes flutter shut. The tip of his finger brushed against her flesh, and she inhaled deeply at the sensation. It was like finding her other half, a jolt of connection, a perfect harmony. “Mmm,” she hummed. His fingers went over her temples, the side of her face, and it awakened her own palms. They touched his hips tentatively. He felt firm and reasuring under her palms. “Yes? Please.”

[killshope]

 ♡  ,   @magicandsciencemuses​   requested  playboy solo.

 “are you gonna sleep on the couch or the bed.” he says before clarifying .  “i’m sleeping in the bed. so like you can have the couch , or you can share. that’s the options.”

[movedto--mysticandskepticmuses]

@magicandsciencemuses​ liked for something smexy from rey; for erik.  

     Maybe it hadn’t been her wisest decision ever; maybe she would regret the spur of the moment choice to give in to the spark of attraction that had resulted in her finding herself in the cheap motel room on the outer rings of the space station, fingers twisting through layers of her clothes as she tries to shed them, lips and teeth and tongue competing with his for dominance.  He tasted of alcohol, and something bittersweet, and she should have known better than to let herself be drawn to someone with the ache in their eyes that he possessed ... yet here she was, and all that she could think about was the power in his hold as his hands pulled her upward as she shed the outermost layers of her wraps, and the way the muscles in his back rippled with the gesture.   A half gasp slid from her lips as she broke free to gather much needed air, knees clenching around his waist as hips arched into his, grinding against him as her mouth traveled against his throat, scrapes of teeth and presses of lips trailing down the line of his pulse. 

[hopedyad]

semi-plotted empress rey/smuggler ben solo starter for @magicandsciencemuses

The galaxy had trembled when Star Killer base had lit up for the first time. It had trembled as a young woman made her way to a dark being as the terrible weapon pointed at one system in particular. The galaxy had trembled as Snoke had died, the dark being dying by a double red blade. The galaxy held it’s breath as a new being sat herself on his throne on a live broadcast. Dressed in a dress that showed more skin than it probably should have, and blood dripping down her face and arm, the beautiful yellow eyed woman sank into the throne, surrounded by red. Her smile was strangely kind as she proclaimed herself Empress Rey, destroyer of Snoke, and ruler of the galaxy.

But that was months ago. And since then, things had changed. The First Order had become just the military branch of the young Empress’s new empire. She’d yet to find a planet to call her own, but a huge ship she had named the Dreaming Star had become her home, and she ruled with an iron fist. Though not quite as harshly as her now dead master had. She made drastic changes, and heavily enforced them.

Many of those changes were for the better, though no one was as far seeing as she was. Slavery was wiped out as she turned her ‘wild dog’ Grand Marshal Hux on the Hutts, and was quickly followed by the demand that someone find a way to make trade simpler across the galaxy. Children were no longer taken to be turned into Stormtroopers, but there was no doubt that the men and women who were being conscripted into the ranks were less than pleased, though they were well compensated.

It was just not the Millenium Falcon’s luck when the Star and her fleet came out of hyperspace almost on top of them, obviously just randomly checking on a system. It was also bad luck that the Empress had been onboard, on the bridge. There was not a great deal the Falcon could do against the huge ship, and it was pulled in to the huge dreadnaught. Darkness resided there.

The empress made her way to the hanger, giving orders to detain anyone onboard, and to check all smuggler’s hiding spots. There would be no hiding from the Empress for the Solos and anyone with them. She knew the ship only from stories, but it was recognizable and she wished to see the ship for herself. Her heels clicked loudly as she walked, the stomp of her sith troopers somehow duller than her heels. She moved with perpose as she stepped out of the turbolift, her dress flowing around her. There was no need for a cape as her dress did just fine. On her hips were two sabers, usually seen as a saber staff, but today she felt the symetry felt nice.

She stopped before the ship. Phasma stood beside it, and Rey could feel the woman’s displeasure. She arched an eyebrow at the tall woman. “We found nothing, Your Grace.” Rey sighed, eyeing Phasma a moment. The woman was useful, and she knew that ships like these were nortoriously tricky.

Reaching out with the force she projected her voice into everyone in the hanger, including a bright light that intreagued her, though she would deal with that later. “Solo, come out. I know you are in there, unless you want me to rip apart this ship, bolt by bolt.” Her voice was soft, even sweet, but there was a wild edge of violence and bloodshed that threatened to overwhelm it. She was known for being fair but strict. People did die by her hand if they displeased her, though she seemed to kill less than her predecesors.

What She’s Wearing: The Crown, The Dress, The Boots, Her Guards, Her Hair

[weaponraised]

@magicandsciencemuses​ sent ‘mmph!’ for rey to pull kylo in for a kiss as a ploy to avoid detection

Sneaking onto the new flagship of the First Order perhaps hadn’t been her greatest idea, but it had sounded good at the time, and Chewie had been helpful enough to help her get on board again, so it couldn’t have been that bad. Except she’d been dodging stormtroopers for what felt like ages and hadn’t spotted anything useful.

She had just broken into -- someone’s -- quarters, and stolen an outfit so she didn’t stand out quite so much. (It might have taken her a couple of tries to find a closet with clothes that fit, but she had figured it out.) Except Rey could hear the telltale voice of the general who would most likely recognize her anyway, the one who seemed to be the only one who hated the Resistance more than Kylo. So she spun around the next corner and ran right into his chest.

Truthfully, Rey didn’t know if Kylo was worse or better than being caught by the redhead nearby -- but even if she never wanted to admit it out loud, she still trusted him to a degree, and she was always better at acting first. So she grabbed the front of his tunic, pushed herself up and pushed her lips against his in a slightly clumsy kiss.

[belongingsought]

❛ i offered you my hand once. you wanted to take it. why didn’t you ? ❜ {from Ben/Kylo}

╣❦╠ ahead not behind ❧

"I did, but it was not Ben's hand outstretched," Rey confessed, her gaze meeting his without a shred of doubt. That moment in the remains of the Death Star, when Kylo had told her she couldn't return to Leia anymore than he could, it had nearly broken her. His father, Han, had been in her life for the blink of an eye, but he'd been more of a father to her than anyone in her memory and Leia, more of a mother. Even Luke had been such a guiding influence - a kriffing pain in the ass, but a guiding one. 

Confronting the Force Shadow of herself had been deeply frightening, but it had been Kylo's words that had cut deeply. Rey didn't know what had possessed her to heal him, but she had and in doing so, had shook something loose within him. She'd glimpsed Ben in his dark eyes. She'd felt something - a ripple - in the Force, not a disturbance, but rather a softening of one. "Both times, I was afraid of that path Kylo offered, but you know that. What are you asking me now, Ben?"

[prophecyread]

 @magicandsciencemuses continued from [x]

                      If it had been anyone else that had thought to use the term ‘pet’ to describe him, there was about a hundred percent likelihood that said person would spend the rest of their sleeve’s lifespan eating through a straw.   From her, however, it received only the smallest twitch along the edge of his jaw, mostly concealed beneath his scruff, and loose roll of thickly muscled shoulders.  Something close to a smirk teased at the corners of his mouth briefly as he glanced from the screens that held the information on her newest prey, fingers twitching, resisting the sudden and likely deadly impulse to tuck the stray strand of hair out of her face.  “Waiting, patiently, for orders, of course.”  He was nothing if not loyal -- so long as he felt it due, at least.

[mysticandskepticmuses]

     @magicandsciencemuses​ - kylo gets a sw au starter from ryn.

     Her people had tried to stop her, had tried to convince her to stay in the oceans, where it was safe -- as much as it ever was, and far more so than it had ever been for her kind on land -- but she had shaken them loose, teeth bared and nails swiping at her sister that had tried to restrain her.  They didn’t understand, she didn’t understand, the ache that had blossomed in her chest, the song that had seared into her head.  She knew it, as surely as she knew the sound of her own heartbeat, the sound of her own song, the song that she so often used to lure her food, from water or land, into her grasp.  Dangerous, they had said, but she would not be stopped.   It felt as if some part of her had been suddenly birthed, as if part of her mind had been asleep, or dead, and now, lived, and demanded to be heard.   

     It had been agony, the transformation, from her natural form, into this smaller, weaker version, and her screams had cut sharp and piercing, until she had the ability to breathe, and move, shaking less now than before, awkward on her limbs as she staggered across the sand - dry and coarse and angry against her skin, but she would not stop, continuing forward as she followed the pull.   Like the tide and the beach, this felt the same.  Powerful.  Inevitable.   She stumbled, and forced herself up again, until she’d finally fallen, askew, lungs aching and burning in her chest, eyes glittering and dark as she stared out over the sand.  She acted instinctively.  She could not go, any further.  She would call, to the presence that burned in her mind, as it had called to her.  Her voice rose, softer, weaker than it should have been, a low croon rather than the fierce melody it would have been beneath the water’s surface, but it was enough -- it had to be.  Her siren’s song spilled out of her, calling through air and essence.  A beacon.  Her breath wavered, and she felt darkness creep, stinging, at the edges of her vision, but still, she sang.

[alteredegos]

          @magicandsciencemuses - Takeshi Kovacs sent in A MEME for Jenna Trepp. // accepting.

      "You know what my Envoy Intuition’s telling me right now? Without question or reservation?"

                           A shadow of a smile upturned the edges of Trepp’s mouth, slightly, as her cool, seemingly impassive gaze slid up to find his, a light jut of her chin as she lets some hint of curiosity blossom in her features, allowing herself to lean closer to him, with as little regard to personal space as ever.  “I could make a few ... educated guesses,” the mercenary suggested, a crease dimpling her cheek for the briefest of a moment.   “But I’d rather you just tell me.”       

[stillsalvaging]

magicandsciencemuses replied to your post: me, anytime i’m about to post an opinion: wonder...

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*prepares to be hated*