#magicandsciencemuses: ben solo

[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?”

[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.”

[crimsondyad]

@magicandsciencemuses​: “Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!” {from Rey for smuggler Ben!}

𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, resisting the instinct to pull himself from the metal pillar his leg was trapped under, teeth gritting against the agonising pain. How many enemies were still left? Actually, he didn’t really 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 to know, snatching up his fallen blaster at his side quickly to take out one to their left that had just rounded the corner. If they spent too much longer here, they were going to be 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 and Ben refused to get captured or killed today. 

❝ Hurry up then! We 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 stay here. Help me get this off me! ❞

[hopegained]

@magicandsciencemuses​: ❝ you are making me uncomfortable. ❞ {from sassy cousin Ben} | meme | accepting

Brows were raised at the expected reaction, though there wasn’t much Eron could do to lessen the discomfort his cousin was feeling; he didn’t want to do it any more than Ben did. But a job was a job, after all. The orders were precise and he knew better than to object to his aunt’s personal request that it would be done before anyone would notice their absence--- he figured Ben would be the same. His head tilted slightly, arms loosely folding across his broad chest as he threw the man an amused look. “Well, what did you expect a job like this was gonna be like? A walk through the Naboo gardens?” Hands went back down to either side. “You’re gonna be fine. Yeah, maybe you’ll look awkward in the disguise, but if you’ve got a better idea, then let’s hear it.” 

[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

[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?"

[brac-archived]

@magicandsciencemuses

“Hear this now. I will always come for you.” “But how can you be sure?” “This is true love. You think it happens every day?”

TROS FIX-IT AUs: The One Where The Princess Bride Fixes Everything

[wvinterisms]

meme im too lazy to link || @magicandsciencemuses​

❝ may i have this dance? ❞ {from Prince Ben Organa-Solo of Alderaan (or wherever cute, very tall princes come from)}

The night had been dull thus far, surely evidenced by the far-off look the young Queen had in her eyes. Obviously, she still pretended to be invested in the event; Arendelle had organized a party of sorts -- but it was more of a political meet-and-greet. It wasn’t Elsa’s idea to organize such a thing, but she didn’t oppose it, either. But there were only so many ass-kissings she could take. Too many princes, kings, and other members of nobility attempting to gain her good graces. Many who had ill-intent that were stopped with a simple gesture. 

Standing on the balcony away from the noise and crowd, the Queen found a few moments of much deserved peace. Eyes were not focused on the glamour of the party, but rather on the fjord and the mountains. In times of stress or chaos, she found the nature of her kingdom her to be much more relaxing than music ever was. Alone on the balcony was a reprieve from what was happening inside the palace. 

❝ May I have this dance? ❞ The question startled the woman, her posture immediately stiffened back to that of a monarch as sparkling sapphire hues danced over the male who was now lit by the moon. She hadn’t seen him before - or perhaps she had, in passing. By his appearance, he was a Prince. Although good with names, Elsa couldn’t match a name to his face. 

The soft music floated in the air around them, the breeze causing long, snow-white locks and elegant sleeves of her gown to dance for a moment before the monarch broke the silence. ❝ Forgive me, but we do not seem to be acquainted. You are ? ❞ 

[stormskinned]

+ @magicandsciencemuses​ ( s.c. ) for: Ben Solo

“I’m not saying you have to pretend you like what they are saying.” A soft sigh followed her words. She was only too aware of the recent murmurs around the camp. “I’m just saying that it’s better to figure out ways to tune it out.”

[healingpast-a]

RULES: TAG 9 PEOPLE YOU’D LIKE TO GET TO KNOW BETTER !   REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

TOP 3 SHIPS:   Rey x Ben Solo /  Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes / Hiccup x Astrid

LAST MOVIE AT THE CINEMA:  The Invisible Man

LAST MOVIE AT HOME: James Bond: Skyfall

READING: Various text books. 

WHAT FOOD ARE YOU CRAVING RIGHT NOW: Pizza. God I want a really fucking good pizza. 

tagged by: @starschased tagging:  @killingpast @lghtpulled @sprklit @chandrilanheir @magicandsciencemuses @nverletmego @sithroyal @dyadalone @lightskipped @dusksabered @dusksiided @savinglove it says 9 but fuck that. 

[weaponraised]

@magicandsciencemuses​

The mask was no less frightening than her first glimpse of it, cold lines and infinite darkness where his eyes were hidden, but it called to her nonetheless. Her heels left the floor as she pressed upwards on her toes until she could press her lips against the metal of the mouthpiece. As she let herself fall back onto her heels she smirked a little to see the imprint of her mouth, nimble fingers playing along his wide belt. “I hope you weren’t trying to frighten me,” she couldn’t resist teasing.

[virentis]

the virens-solo household + domesticity

[brac-archived]

@magicandsciencemuses​ gets a holiday-themed starter CUDDLES.

Rey half-turned, careful not to disturb any of his limbs in the process. She just needed to see him-- there were times, in the dark of night, that she almost didn’t believe it was real. They had survived. Somehow, the enemy that had terrorized the galaxy for so long was vanquished, and she could spend her time in warmth and comfort looking over the tanned skin of the man she was bonded to-- a man whom she was figuring out the rest with-- a man which she loved. Her fingers slid up ghosting over the skin of his chin. The skin was softer than she would have once imagined, velvet under her calloused fingers, and despite the chill in the air around them, they absorbed the warmth greedily. 

The planet they were on, taking refuge for a few weeks when they could learn life away from the resistance and the new republic both, had a celebration this time of year. In the corner of her eye, she could see bursts of lights, flowerfires, they called them-- exploding in the sky in a pretty way, not the brutal way they were used to-- it cast a pretty shade across Ben’s face. 

“Morning. Merry Festival,” she echoed the voices of the people on the streets below their window. Let them enjoy the street, she would enjoy this time between them. She leaned in, pressing her lips to his own, briefly. It was just a taste of what they had started to explore between them-- and Rey was happy for it, every moment of it. 

[crimsondyad]

@magicandsciencemuses​: ❝ I told you, it was an accident. ❞ w/ rey   ⤷ training turned tension / not accepting

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐕𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 certainly didn’t feel like an accident, no matter how many times she insisted that it was. A deep calming breath was taken, shaking out the 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 sensation in his hands and, pushing back messy hair from his face, he gripped the hilt of the training lightsaber with both hands again, knuckle white grip on it keeping him grounded. Just an accident. There was no need to lose his 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑 with her.

❝ Let’s try this again, then. This time, without the lightning. ❞

[hopegained]

@magicandsciencemuses​: [text] quit making up holidays to get me to go drinking with you {from cousin Ben Solo} | TFLN | accepting

[text: Ben] Huh? [text: Ben] What the hell are you talking about? [text: Ben] I didn’t say anything about getting you to go and drink with me.  [text: Ben] You sure it’s not a stupid prank from your friends or something?

[aequilibriium]

Lifted {from Ben Solo}

(♕) | @magicandsciencemuses

     There was a ringing in her ears. Her last memory was of an explosion. Desperation took over her, afraid of might have happened to the others. Rey tried to get up. But she was uncapble of moving, not with her leg in the state it was. Perhaps it was broken, although she hoped to be wrong. But people were hurt, some in even a worst shape than herself. And she needed to help them. And Ben, where was he? She didn’t remember seeing him near, so he probably wasn’t hurt at all. Still, she needed to be sure of that. She tried to move once again, only to fail in her attempt. No longer before she sensed him near. He was fine, and she couldn’t help but feel relieved. “Ben…” Rey said when he lifted her from the ground. “I’m glad you’re alright. I was worried.”