I can just imagine Dorian happily ruling Adarlan and then one day he sees a wildfire in the distance and Chaol comes to him like “half of Rifthold burnt down in a spontaneous fire!!” and Dorian will just shake his head and send a letter to the Terrasen court like “tell your horny Queen and King to stop burning down my cities”.
But Aelin would just send him a cheque in the mail with a set of hand cuffs like “build manon a red room”
“The storm is out there and every one of us must eventually face the
storm. When the storm comes, pray that it will shake you to your roots
and break you wide-open. Being broken open by the storm is your only
hope. When you are broken open you get to discover for the first time
what is inside you. Some people never get to see what is inside them;
what beauty, what strength, what truth and love. They were never broken
open by the storm. So, don’t run from your pain — run into your pain.
Let life’s storm shatter you.”
You sighed loudly as you stared out of the frosted window. The wind was howling outside, and instead of having a nice winter vacation in the mountains, you ended up trapped in the cabin with Loki. Admittedly, it could be much worse, and you always enjoyed time away from the other Avengers and their ‘relationship advice’, but you had hoped to be able to enjoy light snow.
Currently, Loki was on the bed across the room. He had busied himself by reading one of his books from Asgard, but his eyes drifted to you, and he wished he had power over the weather. You loved the snow, but not when it became too strong to enjoy. He smiled softly at the thought of the love you held for the cold, as it often brought him comfort. He closed his book gently and walked to your side, before wrapping his arms around your waist.
“Darling, you needn’t sulk over the storm… There are much better things we could be doing.” He whispered, and while you shivered –not from the cold-, you simply gave him a weary smile. You knew he was trying to distract you from the gloomy weather and the fact that you were boxed in by the snow, but you weren’t so easily fooled. After all, you were in a relationship with the God of Lies.
“As nice as that sounds, I’m just not up for it.” You responded, before looking back out the window. You knew Loki’s body could handle the weather if he ventured outside, but yours wouldn’t. You leaned against Loki’s chest, and smiled softly at his comforting embrace. Loki hummed in understanding and kissed the side of your head, his cool lips nearly feeling warm in comparison to the weather.
“At least come to bed, [Y/N]… Staring longingly outside won’t change the unfolding weather.” He pointed out, before taking your hand and guiding you to the bed. You rolled your eyes at him, but your heart was warmed by his actions. Since you started dating him, Loki had grown much more considerate of your wellbeing and emotions. The two of you supported one another, even if it was as simple as making sure Loki had the right hair care products.
“Fine… but you better not pick up your book.” You noted with a grin, pulling a chuckle from the Jotun-Asgardian. He pulled you down onto the soft mattress before leaning over you and trapping you between his arms. You hummed contentedly and entangled your fingers in his long hair. He leaned down to press his chilled lips against yours, and the dreary weather flew from your mind. You gripped his dark locks and playfully nipped at his bottom lip, drawing a deep growl from the prince.
“Darling… with you in my arms, why would I ever need a book?”
Me, an intellectual:
please bow in the presence of Dorian of the House Havilliard, First of His Name, the Wielder of Raw Magic, King of Adarlan, Vanquisher of the Valg and Protector of Rifthold. Consort to Manon Blackbeak, the Queen of the Crochans
Girls like me are dangerous. Well read, well spoken.
The true daughters of the ancient Pantheon. We have Athena’s mind, we have Artemis’s freedom, we have Aphrodite’s beauty, we have Hera’s power, we have Hestia’s fire, we have Demeter's generosity
we have steel spines and strong hearts and a willingness to follow through. we are storms of our own making, with fire in our eyes.
we will not, cannot let others makes us weak, think that we mean less, think that we can do less
we were never allowed in the arena.
oh, but that just made us hungry. that just made us learn to fight in back alleys, learn to scream in the silence of our homes, learn to walk softly and carry a big stick.
oh, but that just made us angry and we’ve finally been allowed to unleash that rage. we are weapons, with our killer smiles, our high heels, our winged eyeliner. we’ve taken what you all decay and made into arrows and daggers, little things that when used right can draw a whole lot of blood
oh, but that just made us fierce. that just made us lean on each other, that just made us grab each other’s hands and squeeze before the battle, that just made us turn our bruises, our sisters’s broken hearts, into bombs made for destruction
oh, but that just made us powerful. that just made us a family, like vines strong enough to wrap around a tree and pull it down when they work together, that just made us able to disappear like smoke, we will never forgot how easy it is to become invisible, that just made us queens, with crowns of blood, crowns of toil and sacrifice and also crowns of flowers, crowns of faith and hope
we are here
we’ve entered the bloodbath and we are never leaving
we are sirens, we are witches, we are angels, we are the true goddesses
and oh darling,
We all are. But this is not the end. Let yourself grieve; you’re not silly or stupid. Our weedols were never just a “boy-band”, ever. This shakes us because they brought us the background music of our personal survivals and shared pieces of their own personal lives that helped us weather both our storms.
They are still growing and so will I with them.
I support Soohyun and his continued dream to be a famous singer.
I support Kiseop, because he overcame something we all struggle with; self worth. This was his dream and he’s still making it.
I support Hoon because he’s been passionately composing music and singing since before he even joined our family.
I support Eli because despite the venomous hate he got for sharing his most precious child and love of his life, he took the beating, apologizing for being happy and soldiering on, proving he’s willing to bust ass to make everyone happy.
I support Jun and his dream, for all the hard work he’s put in to be worthy of years of established songs and choreography. He is the embodiment of everything our stan group has stood for. I’m so proud he’s ours.
I will support Kevin, whom will undoubtedly stay in the industry based on his passion, talent, and natural personality for entertainment. I will continue to support him in his endeavors as I have for all previous members. I hope you do to.
Where are we now: U-KISS is a second generation KPop group that stood the test of time and still does. A standard Kpop contract is around 4-6 years. Only one person was not renewed this year. NH says there is an album ready for release and that the others are not disbanding. Due to his amazing vocal range, Hoon will likely pick up a lot of song parts, as well as Kiseop, now that his musicals have proven he can handle more challenging parts.
obligatory military enlistment
will be soon so I am maintaining, in my heart, that they will at least make it to the ten year mark before he does so. And that would be okay.
KISSme: Families always grow in many directions. This is no different. Love each other, send support. Let Kevin and all the guys know, for all the years they had our backs, we will continue to have theirs.
Is today a day to gather strength from the storm - a day to to learn life lessons for the next battle? Or is today a day to sit by the fire and watch the storm rage outside? Either way, the storm is just life. Give thanks for all of Life.
You cursed yourself for believing that Kylo would still be there.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” Kylo said as he walked out of the bathroom, fully dressed but not yet wearing his helmet. He threw you a clean towel, “Shower up. Hux has detected storms on our course back so we’ll need to leave as soon as possible.”
You were still trying to process that fact that Kylo had stayed in your bed all night when you were faced with the realisation that you would have to say goodbye to your family soon. The sorrow you felt on the last occasion still seemed so raw, and yet it was also so long ago.
Kylo saw the frown displayed quite clearly on your face. “I told you, you don’t have to come back—”
“And I told youthat I want to come back,” you said, flashing him a half-hearted smile. But before he could respond, you went into the bathroom.
“Cheer up, Princess, I’m sure Ren will convince the Supreme Leader to have another one of these ‘diplomatic missions’ with your planet in the near future,” Hux teased.
“That’s enough, Hux,” Kylo responded calmly. Almost too calmly. It was as if he was trying particularly hard not to lash out at him at that very moment.
You could sense Kylo’s gaze on you, though you couldn’t be sure with his helmet on. You turned away from both of the men, fixing your stare on the ground of the Command Shuttle.
Saying goodbye to your family hadn’t been as hard as you imagined it would be. It seemed that your training had been useful in helping to contain your emotions in situations like these.
So at this moment, when you had expected yourself to be feeling sad after leaving your family, all you felt was confusion. You were confused at yourself for refusing to accept Kylo’s offer and stay on your home planet. But mostly, you were confused about why Kylo would even offer such a thing.
You finally felt as if you and Kylo were actually making some progress. Ever so slowly, he was beginning to open himself up to you. You sharing your bed last night was evidence of that. Certainly, nothing had actually happened between you two, but it felt like a step in the right direction. Whether this was a friendship blossoming between you two or perhaps something more, you were just thankful that something was happening.
That’s when you felt it. The familiar tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach. The same one that you had felt when you had first met Kylo over a month ago in your palace’s throne room.
You furrowed your brows as you looked over to Kylo, almost certain that it had something to do with him. In that same moment, he also looked to you, as if he too felt the same thing.
Hux’s exclamation snapped you from Kylo’s gaze and you stood up, “What is it?”
“The engine is failing,” Hux told you. The Shuttle dipped as if in response to him and you steadied yourself.
“Why?” Kylo spoke this time, marching towards the cockpit.
The pilot, quite clearly frightened with both the General and the Commander towering over him, managed to stutter a response, “I-I’m n-not sure…It’s p-possible that debris from the storm has become… s-stuck in the e-engine…Sir.”
You made your way towards the cockpit, “Is there anything we can do?”
“I-I’m afraid not, Y/N—”
“Your Highness,” Kylo spat.
You raised an eyebrow and looked to Kylo incredulously. Now really wasn’t the time.
“S-sorry, Your Highness,” the pilot correct himself, “There’s nothing that can be done this far from Starkiller Base. The engine’s functioning capacity is dropping too quickly.”
“I don’t even know where we are,” Hux muttered to himself, “I’m going to die, and I don’t know where we are,” panic was laced in every word he said.
You rolled your eyes, “We are not going to die, General.” You turned back to the pilot, “What is your name?”
He seemed taken aback by your question, but quietly spoke, “James, Your Highness.”
You smiled, “Call me Y/N, I insist.” He nodded slowly.
“Can you make a safe landing anywhere James?” You asked him, pleased that you were able to keep calm despite the very real possibility that Hux was right and you were all about to crash land somewhere.
He studied the radar carefully before pointing to a small dot on the screen, “I can send us into Hyperdrive with just enough power to land safely on this planet—”
“Not there,”Kylo interjected.
“This is not the time to be childish Ren, you can’t pick and choose!” Hux snapped at him.
You sighed, there was obviously a reason behind Kylo’s desire to avoid that planet. “Is there anywhere else?”
“Nowhere,” James responded with absolute certainty.
You looked at Kylo carefully, though the helmet gave nothing away. You turned back to face the radar, “We will all die if he doesn’t land here,” you thought.
There was a momentary pause. “So be it,” you heard Kylo’s voice in your head before he stormed out of the cockpit.
You gave James a quick nod and he sent the Shuttle into Hyperdrive while Hux let out a sigh of relief.
“What happens when we land, James?” You asked him, though you feared you knew the answer.
“We will be stranded there until a First Order starship can retrieve us.”
“How long will that take?”
“It could be hours… or days, possibly longer,” Hux responded absent-mindedly, it appeared as if the panic had once more set in.
You sighed but nodded your head curtly before leaving the cockpit.
You found Kylo pacing quickly, mumbling something under his breath.
“Is everything all right?”
“What do you think?” He responded, letting out a frustrated huff.
You crossed your arms, “I’m only trying to help. You don’t have to snap at me.”
“I don’t need your help, I’m fine.”
“You’re clearly not fine, it sounded as if you would rather die than land on that planet!”
“Death doesn’t scare me.”
“Don’t speak like that, you don’t mean it,” you said through gritted teeth.
“You know nothing of how I feel.”
“Then tell me!” You exclaimed. So much for the two of you making progress.
A few moments passed between you in silence, but when Kylo spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper, “The planet we’re going to. It was once one of the most sacred sites of the Jedi Order,” Kylo sighed, “Death doesn’t scare me. But just the thought of losing you to the Light terrifies me.”
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