i. jane doe - within temptation | ii. take me to church - the agonist | iii. thousand eyes - jane doe | iv. the devil within - digital daggers | v. mayday - anna murphy | vi. bones - ms mr | vii. soldier - fleurie | viii. sleep baby sleep - broods | ix. slowly freaking out - skylar grey | x. arsonist’s lullaby - hozier
I made a playlist for the fanfic Opia by wolfgenes (@witchmikey) using the songs from the chapter titles. I love the fic and I thought it'd be cool to have all the songs (so far) together so I made this :)
Preview of Opia, a Serial Killer Rey x Kylo Ren/Ben Solo fic.
Opia
n. the ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
‘Uriel with his flaming sword to guard Eden from Adam and Eve.’
She stood to put tack pictures on the board they’d cleaned off, lining them up side by side so she could examine them without having to hunch over her desk the whole while. It wasn’t her proudest moment that she didn’t even realize someone was behind her until she stepped back and onto their toes. She gave a quiet hip of shock as she turned to see Ben Solo smiling down at her. Smiling. Last time she’d seen him he’d glowered up at her from the flat of his back, Rey having handed him his ass on a platter in front of a half dozen of RPD’s officers in training.
“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Ben said, his lips twisted in a grin that said, all too clearly, that he was pleased with it either way. Rey felt her cheeks grow warm. “Congrats on the promotion. Chief told me about it.”
She nodded, murmuring her thanks. Right, of course he’d be there with his mother being the head of the Force and all. “Still getting my feet about me and all,” she said as an excuse.
Finding her feet? Getting her wits about her? Fuck, she was acting like an idiot but the bastard made her pulse spike and every instinct in her body scream. Not that she could decipher what it was yelling at her to do, of course, but all the same he set her on edge.
The heat in her face crescendoed magnificently as she gave him a quick once over and caught him doing the exact same thing. “How’re you liking the First Order?”
He grinned at the name, as though he hadn’t expected her to know it. Technically, after all, they were the RPD’s SWAT team, but the colloquial name for them had garnered a greater, more volatile public response. They responded to Chief Organa, of course, but public policy and pressure tended to dictate just how often they were called in, so they saw their fair share of action. It’d been Ben Solo--prodigal son of Leia Organa-Solo and his infamous father, Han Solo--who’d searched her neighbor’s apartment so forcefully it’d rattled her teeth from next door.
“I like it well enough. It’s exciting, none of this waiting around business, though you’re getting your fair share of interesting goings on.” He nodded towards the pictures she’d put up.
Her mind turned again to the board, the pictures available for the whole precinct to see, and she wondered if this wasn’t a mistake. Ben’s gaze followed a similar pattern, and he drew closer to the board to get a good look at what they had. She bit her tongue to keep from telling him to back off. If she hadn’t wanted people to see them and bounce their ideas off of her, why in the hell had she bothered to put them up?
“This is your first case? Lucky you.”
She gave a soft hum, neither denying nor confirming, as she tried to pull his attention back. “Were you here to see the Chief? I think Finn’s in there now--.”
“Came and saw her already.” He shot her a distracted grin. “For being RPD’s finest, you’ve sure got a lot of work to do on your observation skills.”
Rey bristled. What the fuck was that supposed to insinuate? She posted a smile on her face, painful though it was. “Funny, I thought the same thing, but the Chief seemed to think I’d do well, so.” She left it open ended with a shrug. Excuse him. She had more important things to do than focus solely on his comings and goings. She watched his shoulders tense up at the dig but he didn’t have a retort of his own to silence her with. She’d take that as a victory, again.
“So, what is it I can help you with, Solo?” she asked, trying to get his attention again as she folded her arms just under her breasts, trying to give herself the appearance of being tougher than she looked. Not that he needed much of a reminder of what she could do, but it, admittedly, made her feel better.
He smiled as he turned away from the carnage on the board. “I came to see you, actually.”
Her? “Why me?” She was a nobody, or at least had been. That there was a Detective in front of her name didn’t change all that much until she managed to bring someone in. It was only a word up until that point.
“Wanted to ask you if you’d want to come to drinks tonight? Celebrate you getting your promotion and all that.”
She blinked twice in quick succession, unsure that she’d heard him correctly. He was inviting her out? To drinks? What had happened to the man who’d all but spit in her face with how angry she was after she’d beaten him, who’d gotten up in her space and tried to intimidate her just because he stood an extra half a foot above her? Even now he towered over her, but it didn’t bother her as it had before, now that he wasn’t throwing his weight around, but that didn’t explain why he was inviting her out.
“My promotion was a couple months ago.”
He shrugged. “So? You act like it’s not an excuse to go drinking.” He leaned back and against her desk, long fingers wrapping around the edge. “Look, it’s just an invitation. There are a few of us going out, and I thought I’d extend it to you. If you wanted. Might help take the edge off. Han always said it helped him.”
There was something in the way he mentioned his father that twisted his face, his eyes darkening at having brought him up, but the next moment it was gone. From her desk her phone rang, the number for forensics showing up on the screen. She hastened to grab it, but he got to it first, handing it over.
“Think about it. We’ll be at the Cantina on Takodana, off of Western. Nine o’clock.”
Her fingers burned where his brushed up against them, but she didn’t say anything as her thumb swiped over the unlock button and lifted the phone up to her ear. “Tell me you’ve got something.”
Ben saw his way out without stopping to speak to anyone else, that she noticed.
