#God it took me wayyyy to long to finish something so simple…

[albino-parakeet]

It’s been uh…. A hot minute since I posted an actual drawing. Especially of these two lol. Anyways silly HTTYD AU because why not?

(Rambling undercut)

Eddie has a Grapple Grounder, I thought it would be funny to give him a dragon species most people forget about. Fun fact that I found out, Eddie’s VA voiced Fishlegs in the game that the Grapple Grounder debuted in. (Also voiced Hiccup in School of Dragons)

Wu I definitely debated longer on, but ultimately gave him a Piebald Seashocker. I’m not super confident on this choice so it might change. I nearly chose one of the hybrid species but they either look too ridiculous or were literally impossible for him to own safely. (In reality that wouldn’t stop him but I’d rather him not die)

[arilie]

GOD OF WAR

Ares!Eren X GreekPrincess!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Summary: A war waged on a small island that guarded a prize wanted by all of Greece. After years of bloodshed and battles, an unknown warrior graces the battlefield. He swiftly disposes of the armies and makes it to the gates of the castle that held the golden trophy. You stared into his eyes and realized who he was, and that he had come to claim you.

A/N: This was started at like two in the morning and I stayed up wayyyy too late writing it. Shoutout to Izzy for the prompt, this will definitely be a multiple part series because I have so many ideas. Enjoy!

IMPORTANT: this work was inspired by the art posted by @/artofneight on Instagram. Here’s the link to their page!

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Helen was known to be the most beautiful woman in all of Greece. Thousands of men and mighty kings fought in Troy for a decade in her name. Even the great hero Achilles was seen on the battlefield, roaring in the name of great Helen. You wondered if she was truly that beautiful, and if her hand in marriage was worth so much bloodshed. As you looked out the window of your bedroom and onto the fortified walls of the castle, you also wondered if this is what she saw. Massive walls caging the castle in a protective circle. A sea of men armed to their necks in weapons stood before the walls. Beyond them were fields that were once a vibrant green. After years of war, the plains were now brown from all the blood they’ve soaked. It wasn’t unusual for you to sit beside your window and stare at the clouds of smoke and listen to the distant sounds of the battles. You have debated if this was all worth the deaths and massacres you’re sure have occurred on your land.

Five years later, the effort to overthrow your father and his reign was still raging on. Your people had options of course: side with the traitors or remain under the rule of the royal family. Those still loyal were the ones serving in your military. But after years of grueling battles your numbers were starting to fall. Your military fought against those part of the coup, and those from other kingdoms. The other nations of Greece were patient and their patience was rewarded with the uprising that suddenly occurred. They took the opportunity to try and take the island themselves. Many of them focused their efforts on the sea, fighting off other nations who wanted to join the war. Those who made it on land either joined the coup or fought against them. The island and its treasures were the spoils of war, but the biggest prize gazed out of a palace window deep on the island.

-

Winter was finally coming to an end, and you saw Demeter’s happiness in the way your plants were flourishing. They were the only things you could really have since the war started. Everything else went towards the war effort and trying to keep the army afloat. You stroked the petal of the flowers perched on your window. Persephone finally returned home from the underworld, and your flowers shared her mother’s joy. The air still had a chill from the remaining fragments of winter. You pulled on the silk that rested on your shoulders. The morning was still frigid and you wanted nothing more than to bury under the warm covers on your bed. Before you could act on your temptations, a knock was heard from your door.

“Y/n? Are you awake yet?”

“Yes I am awake. Please come in.” You replied.

A maid dressed in a simple dress entered your bedroom. In her hands she held a shining dress that had beautiful lace adorning it. You frowned at the item in her hands and stood from your spot near the window. The maid had placed the offending dress on a chair while she fussed over your bed. Watching her tidy the bed made you sigh in regret about not having dove under the covers. You picked up the dress and tried to keep the frown from deepening on your face. You knew this was expensive, you grew up with lavishness and riches many dreamed of. You were a woman after all, who didn’t like a new sparkling dress? But you knew your people—those left—needed it more than you did.

“Did this recently come in?” You asked.

The young maid jumped slightly at being addressed. “Yes my lady, the seamstress that has always made your clothes dropped it off this morning. She left some other items as well, but I thought you might want to wear that today.”

You hummed as an answer and placed the dress back on the chair. The soft patter of your feet was heard as you crossed your bedroom to the wardrobe that contained your clothes. You opened it, picked out an equally expensive dress and held it up.

“I’ve worn this dress maybe once, and I have hundreds more that haven’t even been touched. I don’t think I need new ones. I’ll take what I absolutely need from the seamstress. I want you to sell the rest and distribute it evenly among the workers in the palace.”

The poor girl flushed deep red. You didn’t know if it was at the generosity you just displayed, or the fact that she somehow displeased you.

“Please don’t think you have offended me. I appreciate the thought and tell the seamstress I loved it. What happens to my clothes stays between us, you understand?” You said.

The pink-cheeked girl nodded her head up and down furiously. You smiled at her and gestured for her to help you get dressed. She scurried behind you and helped you remove your nightgown. The linen on the dress you took out was soft against your skin. You thanked the girl for helping you and you finished tying off the dress.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“My name is Clio, your highness.” The maid answered.

“From now on you’ll be the only one who is allowed to dress me. I look forward to getting to know you, Clio.” You smiled at the younger girl. She stammered before thanking you profusely. You reached out and stroked her hair lovingly.

“Please go and do what I said for my clothes. Once it’s done come by and let me know.” You said.

Clio curtsied before she grabbed the glittering dress from the chair and rushed out of the room. You glanced down at the one you put on and realized it really was one you barely wore. The war made you realize how much you had, and how little others did. You straightened your shoulders and shook the thoughts out of your head. Every morning you and your parents met to discuss any changes in the war. It was usually the same thing every dawn, this army retreated while the other was victorious. You saw no end to it all.

The palace walls were still warming up after the cold night that passed. You were grateful for the warm dress you picked out earlier that morning. Each servant that passed by greeted you and you responded with a soft “good morning” to each one. You were known to be kind and elegant. Your mother taught you well on the principles of how to be a princess. Even though it was rumored you were among the most beautiful princesses in Greece, you were sure you were the most boring. You kept to yourself and focused your energy on your people and your kingdom. You didn’t know how to entertain, let alone keep the attention of a man. If it wasn’t for the war, you’re sure you’d be stumbling from one match up to the next.

The throne room was grand and fitted for the rulers of the kingdom. Your father and mother’s thrones were the same in height, displaying the natural balance they shared in power. You were raised to believe that no man was allowed to keep you as a pretty ornate on his arm. You were born to rule, and that’s what you would do. The chair beside your father’s was yours. It was smaller, but no less striking and imposing. It was in this room you all listened to the pleas and demands of your people. The room has been empty of any subjects since the war began. You walked through the room and took a turn into another, more private room. This was where you and your parents met every morning.

“Good morning my darling y/n, how was your sleep?” Your father stood from the chair he was occupying. You smiled warmly at him and walked into his embrace.

“It was fine, father. Although I can see that yours wasn’t as peaceful.” You remarked. The bags under his eyes seemed more pronounced, and his hair continued to gray at lightning speed.

“War does that to a person I’m afraid. You’re old enough to understand.” The king said.

You gave him a look before your mother came in with a swirl of fragrance and poise. She captured everyone in the room in the grace she held herself in. You were in awe of her when you were little, and you hoped you could have a husband who looked at you like your father did your mother.

“Good morning mother. I was just telling father that he needs to prioritize his rest. He looks like he’s already preparing for Thanatos to come pay a visit.” You teased. Your father still had his arms around you and pinched your hip in retaliation. You squealed and jumped away.

“Yes he certainly does look that way doesn’t he? One could say he’s already in Hades’ domain.” Your mother replied. You heard your father huff in mock anger before the queen kissed his cheek in apology.

“Now that we have concluded the discussion on my withering, I have some news for the both of you.” Your father said. His face suddenly turned serious and the prospect of something finally changing in the war made you sit down in the chair beside his.

“Plague has struck all of the armies except ours. Even those participating in the coup against us have fallen gravely ill. I got this report this morning. I have yet to talk to a priest, but I am not sure if this is the work of a god yet.”

You blinked up at him while you tried to process his words. A plague had struck. Your army was spared but for how long? You picked at the skin beside your nails, a habit your mother has tried to break all your life. The woman in question looked horrified for a second before she composed herself. She was calm and collected whereas my father was brash.

“That’s not all; a warrior has risen among the armies. It seems that he fights alone. I’ve gotten reports that he plows through every brigade and unit mercilessly. He’s getting closer and closer to the castle each day.” Your father said grimly.

This news made your breath hitch. If the so-called warrior made it to the walls—no, if he made it passed them—he’d ask for a reward. You turned to look at your father and saw he was already looking at you.

“If he makes it here, he’ll ask for me as a prize, won’t he?” You asked.

Your father sighed and rubbed at his eyes. Such casualness was only reserved for you and his wife. In front of others he must always convey an act of indifference; not letting his emotions show. You knew giving your hand in marriage was something that had to be included in a peace offering. He wished he could keep you safe in the palace forever, but the bloody war had to come to an end.

“Father, it is alright if he does ask for my hand. I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make this war end. I want peace as desperately as you do. Our people have suffered too much.” You clasped his hand away from his face and into yours.

Your mother remained quiet, but you expected nothing less. She was more distant with you, having grown up in a different nation with different rules. She didn’t approve of your independence, but you knew she’d agree with you. The king seemed to age in his seat more as he debated your statement. You couldn’t stand to see him in this state any longer.

Before you could answer, your mother intervened, “It is decided then. If he does make it to the castle and gets past the walls, we will give him what he asks for. If that prize is y/n, we can use it to convince the other kingdoms to sign a treaty. The biggest prize would have been claimed and the war doesn’t need to continue.”

You digested your mother’s words and let go of your fathers hand so he wouldn’t feel the tremble in your fingers. You hoped the warrior slashing through all those men would be kind to you. You felt like a child again, hoping that fate would give you mercy for once.

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The next morning, you were abruptly woken to the shouts of the guards outside your window. You stirred in your sleep, not paying much mind to the ruckus of men. Then you realized, those men were the ones guarding the walls. You jolted upright in your bed and swung the covers off of your body. The chill of the morning air bit at your exposed arms and legs. Clinging to the side of the window, you watched as the men outside all fought against a single enemy. At first, you were confused as to why it took so many of them. You didn’t see infantries and captains on horses. Then a single chill ran down your spine as you realized: the warrior.

You quickly opened your wardrobe and pulled out the first dress you could find. You hastily undressed yourself and put the dress on. If he made it past the walls, you needed to be present. It was just yesterday you were discussing this. Had he been that close already? Who was this man?

Having the dress securely on, you almost sprinted out the door of your bedroom. You hurried to the throne room where no doubt your parents were also arriving at. When you entered, you saw your mother sitting on her throne with her king pacing before her. You walked quickly to them and stood before their thrones gasping for breath. You made eye contact with your mother and for the first time in your life you saw nervousness. Your mother’s blatant show of emotions did nothing to stop the galloping of your heart.

The doors of the throne room were slammed open and you all turned towards the intruder. Standing before you was a man well over six feet. His hips had a white cloth around them that hung loose. His torso was bare and exposed, a clear sign of strength. No wounds were littering the ripples of muscle that shifted as he walked towards you. What armor he did have clanged as he walked; the bronze pieces were placed on his shoulders and around his calves. Dark brown sandals adorned his feet, and he held a mighty spear with one hand and a shield in the other. The shield had two wings adorned on it, a symbol that seemed almost familiar. Once he got close enough, he removed his helmet to reveal his handsome face. His brows were furrowed and his eyes were a forest green. His jaw was sharp and was clenched shut. His hair was past his shoulders and the brown accentuated his beautiful eyes.

You backed up against your father, and he came to stand before you. No words were spoken in the first few seconds, the shock of it all weighing on your shoulders. The warrior then inclined his head in a greeting. His lack of bow indicated he was someone important, of higher or equal standard to your father.

“Greetings. I have fought against many men and many armies to make it to this fortress. I heard a tale that a beautiful maiden was hidden away here. I have come to claim her as my prize.” The warrior said.

Your father didn’t react at first and you saw his fists clenched by his sides. Your mother soon came too and took his hand, instantly relaxing him.

“May we ask first who you are? It has been many years since this war began, and not one army has made it halfway to this castle. Yet here you stand, alone.” Your mother’s tone was curious.

“This war has been going on long enough, with no end in sight. As you said, no one has gotten remotely close to this castle. I thought it was about time I stepped in and put an end to things.” The warrior smiled and the wings on his shield glowed. I gasped as I finally remembered, the wings were the symbol of the gods. A man who obliterated armies and made it here alone was no man at all.

I stepped forward and passed my parents. The warrior—god, looked into my eyes and a warmth spread throughout my entire body. None of us spoke again, we stared into each other’s eyes as if looking for the answers to our own questions. I went through all the names of the gods and who would have any remote interest in a human war.

“I am Ares, god of war and brother to Zeus, king of the gods. I quite enjoyed the prayers and offerings this war brought to me in the beginning. But I believe this war has lasted too long now.” Ares said.

You felt a hand wrap around your arm before you were dragged back and into the chest of your father. You trembled in his grasp, not quite believing what you were hearing. The god of war has come to claim the prize all of Greece was fighting for. Not just any minor god either, an Olympian.

“Ares, god of war, you are welcomed into my home and in my kingdom. We will do our best to ensure your comfort and pleasure while you are here. But if I may be so bold, is my daughter really the only prize you want?” The king asked. You glanced at the glowing god before you and his eyes held a humor to them.

“Yes, I’d like your daughter’s hand in marriage. My siblings have claimed mortals as their spouses and I have yet to. Of course, if my wish is granted I will also stop the war.”

You froze at the last sentence. If you accepted his request, you could end the war for once and for all. You wove out of your father’s protective arms and turned towards the god of war. You took a deep breath in, looked at him in the eyes and curtsied as low as you could.

“I accept your request, my lord. So long as you end the suffering that my people have endured all these years, I will be your wife.” You said shakily.

Ares grinned as he lifted his hand towards you. You took his offered palm and he lifted you off the ground with ease. “Starting now, you will be my equal. You bow down to no one, not even to me.”

You widen your eyes in surprise before you nod your head. You turn back to your parents and a look of bewilderment overtook their features. Ares pulled on your hand some more until you were pressed against his side. His body radiates warmth and power. His smell was that of the hearth and firewood. It was intoxicating.

“Please announce the news that y/n is engaged. I will see to it that this war can finally end on peaceful terms.” Ares declared. Your parents looked at each other before they looked at you. You were still in shock of the events happening, but you gave them a reassuring nod. It was the start of something unforgettable.

-

Ares had kept his word and made sure the war ended. He revealed himself to the armies of Greece and declared your kingdom under his protection. Soon the armies dispersed and left your land barren for the first time in five years. The princess y/n was finally claimed, and Ares was the one who got her hand in marriage.

You spent most of your time enjoying the freedom you had once again. You were able to take strolls out in the gardens and pick more flowers for your bedroom. Ares had been occupied with the ending of the war, but he made sure to visit when he had the chance. He was witty, sarcastic, and everything a god should be. He was radiant and you quickly grew infatuated with him. He joined you on your strolls to the garden and helped you pick flowers. It had been months now since he first arrived at your castle, declaring that he would marry you. The wedding preparations were going as fast as they could after the end of a war.

You picked up a lily that you found and smelled it. The aroma made you sigh in delight. Arms suddenly encircled your waist and a strong chest pressed against your back. You kept the flower close to your face as you were turned to face the perpetrator. Ares glanced down at you and noticed the petals hiding the blush on your cheeks. He chuckled to himself and slowly moved the flower away from your face. He traced your features with his fingers and the gesture had your knees weak.

“We are intended to be married, yet you still blush in my presence.” He said.

“You are a god and I am a mere mortal. I still do not understand why you chose me as your prize.” You confessed.

He grew suddenly serious and you were afraid you had said something offensive. You opened your mouth to apologize when he leaned down to kiss you. His lips were as warm as the rest of him, and their softness made you melt against him. He grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him so his burning chest was against yours. You realized that he was always warm as if he was aflame. Your hands twitched before they reached for his shoulders. He sighed against your lips as they moved with practice and ease. His silky hair brushed against your fingers as you held onto his shoulders for support.

When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against yours and cupped your cheek. His thumb stroked against the blush still present on your skin. You blinked up at him, still in awe of the kiss he placed on your lips.

“I’ve heard about you for some time now. I knew of your beauty first and was intrigued. Then I watched over you and saw how truly cared for your people. You’d put their happiness over yours in a heartbeat. I admire that, you’d make a fine queen.” He said softly.

You let out a breath and used your grip on his shoulders to drag his addicting lips back to yours. You felt bold as you stood on the tips of your toes and crashed your lips against his. His shock only lasted a second before he cupped your face with both hands. The kiss was more intense than the first, a clear longing present in his tongue as it brushed against your lip. Electricity shot down to your toes as you granted him passage, and you didn’t know if kissing you was enjoyable due to your inexperience. His tongue prodded at yours and coaxed it into a dance that had your legs shaking.

Finally breaking apart, you looked into his deep green eyes once again. His mouth was pulled into a mischievous smirk, and you gave him a small smile in return. If he was to be your husband, you figured you could enjoy the pleasantries that came with your marriage.

“You make me feel like a mortal barely plunging into maturity. I can barely control myself around you.” Ares whispered.

“I am to be your wife, please don’t hold back.” You replied. Your eyes were sultry and he quickly grabbed your arm before pulling you back into the castle. Your chest was full of fluttering monarchs at the prospect of him finally letting go and indulging himself in you.

Servants and soldiers watched you with silent eyes as the god of war dragged you to your chambers. Your blush was evident, and you thanked his siblings for watching over you and placing your parents in another part of the castle.

The door to your bedroom was pushed open and once it closed Ares pushed your back against it. You huffed at the slight force and impact before your lips were once again trapped against his. He snaked his knee between your knees and pressed it against you. You gasped at the feeling and decided to be bold again as you grind down against his thigh. He groaned against your mouth before departing from it. He placed kisses along your jaw and sucked on the space just beneath it. He continued to place searing kisses on your neck as he used his leg to further drive you up the door.

“I won’t take you here, not until you have the security of our marriage as comfort. But there are other things we can do.” Ares mumbled into your neck. He pulled back to look at you, flustered and with lust swirling in your eyes. He suddenly reached under your thighs and lifted you up. Your legs wrapped around his lithe waist and he carried you towards your bed.

He gently placed you on the soft cushion and began to slowly untie your linen dress. You stroked his arms and admired the muscle that rippled under the skin like strong waves in a storm. Once your dress was untied, he pulled it up and you took the indication to sit up. He took the dress up and over your head as you lifted your arms. The dress fluttered onto the floor beside your bed as you laid back down. You were told all your life that your beauty could rival Helen’s, but you didn’t believe it until the god in front of you stared at you like you placed the cosmos in the sky.

He leaned down and began to place kisses down your chest until he reached your chest. He whispered praise against your skin as he took one into his mouth and held the other. You took in a sharp breath and let out a low whine as he worked you into oblivion. His tongue was running over your nipple and you squirmed beneath his strong body as he massaged the other. He finally relented and switched breasts until he had you moaning. He smirked up at you as you gasped in the air you desperately needed.

“I’ve barely just begun and you’re already so responsive. I can’t wait for our waiting night.” The god quipped. He trailed his lips lower until it got to the undergarments that covered you. He pulled them down from your hips and his eyes sparkled at how wet you were already. He placed kisses against your inner thighs as he pulled the piece of fabric off of your legs. Then he breathed against you until he placed his mouth on your clit. You threw your head back and cried out. You’ve touched yourself and are aware of what you like and don’t. But all of your preferences were forgotten as he ate you out like a starved man. He moaned against you as your hands reached down to pull on his hair. He licked and sucked on your clit until you were writhing in pleasure, but it wasn’t enough.

“Ares, please…” you whined.

“Use your words, darling. What do you need?” He said.

Your chest heaved as he continued to suck your clothes making you take longer to respond. “Need your fingers inside. Wanna feel them inside please.”

Evergreen eyes looked up at you, and the sight of the god of war between your thighs had you losing your breath. His hand resting on one of your legs came up to your entrance. He erotically licked his lips and slowly eased them into you. Your head was thrown back as you moaned into your pillow. He began to pump his long fingers until his hand was in up to his knuckle. He began to make a motion upwards that had the tips of his fingers press against a spot within you that made you yelp. He grinned up at you as he began to twist and push against the same spot. There was a pressure in your abdomen as he continued to pleasure you. Then his mouth was on you again and you were crying out his name.

“Ares! Yes, right there! Please, please make me cum. I want to cum, let me cum please.” You cried. Your pleading words increased his efforts and you moaned loudly. His hair was still gripped between your fingers and his unoccupied hand was digging bruises into your hip. You felt scorching hot pleasure shoot from your core to the rest of your body.

“Cum for me, y/n. Show me how good I make you feel.” Ares growled beneath you.

One final push and suck had you opening your mouth in a silent scream. The pressure in you finally released making you feel white hot pleasure. Your legs shook as Ares continued his ministrations, prolonging your orgasm into the realm of overstimulation. You whimpered once you came down from your high, pulling against his hair to indicate you were done. He looked up at you and he licked his lips as if the very ambrosia that gave him sustenance was placed within you. He licked his fingers in the same manner, and you felt your body heat up again at the display. He crawled up your body and captured your lips in a searing kiss. You tasted your essence and didn’t mind as his tongue pushed against yours.

He pulled away and laid beside you as he took you into his arms. “That was just a glimpse into the pleasure I can bring to you. When we are married, I’ll lay my claim on you in the most passionate way.”

You smiled up at him and placed your hands on his chest. This was barely the beginning of your life with him, and you couldn’t deny the want and need the thrummed within you. An Olympian, the very god of war chose you as his. You were ready to see what else that entailed.

[escapewriter]

pairing : lee chan x reader

synopsis : as long as you get to see his sparkling eyes, spending the rest of your life with the man you love doesn’t sound too bad.

genre : marriage au, fluff, some humor

word count : 3.5k

a/n : HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!💞 i hope all of your holidays are filled with joy and love <3 please stay safe and i hope you guys like this oneshot :) it’s a very special one for my friend Kristen hehe

greetings @shoshishua i am your secret santa😁😁 literally had a DIFFICULT time thinking about what to write for you. i had wayyyy too many ideas and it hurt my brain. BUT i hope you enjoy this🥺 and i hope you have a lovely holiday😌 ily and i appreciate you. also i hope you get a passport for christmas ;D

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Lee Chan is a man who loves with his entire heart. He is a man that exemplifies the definition of someone who loves unconditionally. He could go on and on about how much someone means to him if anyone asked him to, which would definitely lead to his members teasing him that it’s too long of a compliment. He is a hard working man who puts all his energy, effort and passion into what he does - all while never failing to disappoint his fans. Although he has his older brothers to look up to and help guide him, he learned how to become his own person, which is where he is now.

Chan stared at his reflection in the mirror, taking slow and even breaths to help calm his nervousness. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous, but maybe it was the fact by the end of the day, he would be going home to spend the rest of his life with his soulmate. Or it was the fact that his best man lost the paper where he had written his vows.

‘Boo Seungkwan, you made me argue with Jeonghan only to fuck up,’ he thought. He knows he doesn’t need vows to profess his love to you, but he wrote some good shit down. His eyes averted from his reflection to the window behind him, watching the droplets of rain fall down against the glass. Of all the days, it had to rain on this special day. Chan could only imagine your panicked state because of the rain.

//

You love the rain. Totally convenient that the whole ceremony takes place outdoors (sarcasm) but frankly, it didn’t bother you at all because then it would make it more magical for the two of you. So what if it was muddy and wet? You’re going to marry the love of your life and that’s all that mattered.

Okay, maybe your attire would get ‘slightly’ messy, but it's the amazing story that you could tell your future kids and grandkids about.

You wondered how Chan was doing and how he thought about the weather. Was he relaxed? Worried? It shouldn’t be a big deal, should it? At least you didn’t think it was.

//

“Boo Seungkwan, I am going to kick your ass.” Chan glared at the said man who was standing at the doorway. Seungkwan looked at the younger, raising his hands in an attempt to calm him down.

“Hey, be glad that I didn’t lose the rings instead.” Immediately he regretted those words as he saw Chan mentally throw daggers at him, “Don’t worry. You rehearsed it right? I know some of it and you know most. We can rewrite it together!” Chan dragged his hand over his face as he sighed.

“It’s fine Kwan, I’ll figure it out, just check on them for me please? You can do that right?” Seungkwan nodded his head, leaving the room with the slam of the door, rushing so he won’t anger the younger any further.

Chan took a deep breath, attempting to think happy thoughts so he won’t be as stressed. Immediately, his mind went to you; the memory of how you met. He closed his eyes, a soft smile automatically rising on his lips.

~ Chan saw Hoshi sitting at the dining table with his phone propped up against a bowl. He was laughing at something so Chan figured that he was live and talking with carats. That is until he heard your voice. It was soft yet had that rough breathy feeling to it that one could get lost in with only a whisper escaping past your lips. He was captivated.

He tried to peek at the screen to see who the voice belonged to, but failed when he remembered that Hoshi has a private screen protector. His bit his lip and composed himself, remembering the reason he was going to the kitchen in the first place.

“Hey Hoshi. Are you live?” Casually walking to the fridge, he opened it and retrieved a bottle of water. Nice.

“No, I’m talking to my friend. Come say hi, you haven’t met them yet.” Hoshi moved his phone a bit and patted the empty seat next to him. Chan eagerly moved to the empty seat and mentally prepared himself.

His eyes looked onto the small screen, seeing you devouring your cup of ramen noodles. Chan released a giggle, seeing you become flustered and move out of frame before returning with a clean mouth and small smile on your lips. “OH! Before I introduce you two, check out our handshake.” Hoshi signaled Chan to do their handshake that they made. Chan cleared his throat and sat up in his seat before he lifted his hand, following the movements of Hoshi before finally syncing together. His eyes never left the screen as he watched the amusement on your face continue to rise with every move. “See, I told you our handshake was good.”

He heard your laugh, “Nah Hoshi, that handshake was complete garbage. I can already tell that you were the one who came up with it,” He couldn’t seem to find the right time to speak and introduce himself to you, mainly because he was so distracted by you in general.

“Yeah whatever, it’s not like you could do better.” Hoshi rolled his eyes, looking at the younger one before him, smirking. He reached over and grabbed an extra bowl, setting it in front of Chan. “Eat with me. OH!” Hoshi introduced the two of you as he looked at Chan who was attempting to look anywhere but the camera as you waved and said hi.

“Nice to meet you.” Hoshi knew what he had to do because when he looked back at the phone on the table, you were trying to avoid eye contact too. ~

“Chan? Chan wake up.” He mumbled, sighing and tried to shoo away the person trying to wake him. “Chan, you missed your wedding.” He shot up.

“What?! Vernon, help me get ready please. Oh my god, how could I do this? What is wrong with me? Why did I have to take a nap- why are you just standing there?!” He looked at Vernon, a smirk on his lips.

“You see, your finance took a guess that you had probably fallen asleep and they were right. But you have,” he took a look at his watch, “2 hours and 30 minutes left before you get married. So right now, I suggest you take a shower and freshen up, get dressed then meet me in the lobby.” Chan nodded his head, but glared at Vernon for making him panic, and proceeded to the bathroom.

//

You had just finished fixing your hair and makeup. All that was left was to put on your attire which shouldn’t take long. You sat back on the small sofa in your hotel room, looking outside and seeing the rain from earlier become a small drizzle. Your mind wandered to Chan and what had happened when Vernon was in your room earlier. Chan tends to over nap and sleep longer than he intends to, so you figured it could be a possibility today which is why you had Vernon go and check on him.

There was a soft knock on the door. You got up and opened it to see Seungkwan there. “Hi, I’m just checking in on you. Chan sent me hours ago, but I got a bit… distracted.” You tilted your head to the side and let him into your room.

“Is everything okay?”

He turned to look at you, “OH, yeah, everything is, uh, fine.” You can see how on edge and nervous he was, which is kind of funny because this is your wedding day.

“What’s wrong Seungkwan?”

He sighed, letting out the breath he was holding in, “Okay well first, it is raining and I don’t know what to tell the guests. And two, I lost the paper with Chan’s vows. I’ve been feeling so bad about it, I tried to retrace my steps to figure out where I have put them but I just can’t find them anywhere.” You made him sit down, showing him a way to calm down.

“Kwan, it’s okay. I’m sure Chan will be fine, I mean we already know how much we love each other. Plus I didn’t write mine down because it’s all in my head, BUT it came from my heart. As for the guests, that’s your problem until I walk down the aisle.” Seungkwan’s head dropped before he took a final breath and stood up.

“I will make sure that this wedding is the best wedding you’ll ever have.”

“Well, it’ll be the only wedding that I hope to ever have.”

//

Chan finished fixing his tie and put on his blazer. Checking his watch, he had 45 minutes left before he was going to marry the love of his life. He quickly made his way out the door with all of his things and headed down to the lobby. He met up with Vernon and was greeted with a limo and all of his band mates there, except for Hoshi who was with you at the moment.

Getting inside, he took a deep breath and waited for his best friends to get in. Once they were on their way, he looked outside the window, tapping his fingers on his knee.

He couldn’t believe that in less than 40 minutes, he will be yours and you will be his. Chan didn’t even resist the smile that rose on his face as he thought about how you two got to know each other just only a few years ago.

//

It only began with simple text messages after Hoshi put you three into a group chat. He eventually forced you both to private message each other due to what he called, ‘cringe’ messages that you sent one another. But those messages soon turned into calls, then to facetime.

The first facetime made him nervous because not only were you busy, but the only time you were free to talk was when he would have to practice or record. But that didn’t stop him because he still proceeded to call you and ask for your input on a dance move of how he should sing a certain lyric. Obviously it wasn’t your interest at heart to bother him when he was clearly busy, but he wouldn’t let you end the call. Instead he made sure to talk to you and ask how you were doing or how your day was. It was very sweet of Chan, which is what made you fall in love with him because even though he was busy, he made time for you and included you in everything. It only got better when staff allowed him to bring you to filming.

Not only did you finally get to meet him for the first time, you also got to meet the other members as well as see Hoshi again.

“I can’t believe you traded me for Chan. Of all people.” You laughed at him and looked over to Chan who was filming something with Mingyu and Dokyeom.

“Well can you blame me?” Hoshi looked at you, eyebrows raised, eyes full of interest.

“Don’t tell me you fell for him when you both haven’t even gone on a date yet.”

Your silence answered his question as he began to yell causing you to flee towards the man that you were scared, but happy to fall for.

Not even two weeks after that day, Chan asked you to go with them on a trip, in which they planned to record for their fans. The right thing to say, and what you told him, was no because it would be too much of a bother, but he didn’t take no for an answer, so he brought Hoshi into it, causing you to go. And man were you glad that you went to it because not only did you witness some funny games that they played or watch Chan get thrown into the freezing cold pool, but it was the night that Chan confessed to you.

Chan planned it all out. Everyone was asleep, so he went out to the backyard, setting up the fairy lights and putting some lanterns out too. He snuck into your room and woke you up quietly, bringing you outside (with a jacket of course) and told you there, his eyes glistening with sparkles; a galaxy beneath it all. Although the gesture was romantic and beautiful, you were half asleep and ruined the moment by basically telling him, “I’m sorry Hoshi, but I like Chan.”

Didn’t change anything except it was now a funny story that you both look back to.

//

Chan’s smile slowly began to fade as a rush of nervousness took over his mind after seeing the world outside of the car turn into a parking place. He took a few deep breaths and got out of the car after his band members.

Taking a look around the area, he was surprised with how nice it looked. It was a bit dark due to the clouds covering the sun that was setting slowly, but the fairy lights and lanterns made it all more bright and beautiful. Thank god for Seungkwan choosing decent tents though.

“Wow.”

“Wow is indeed correct my friend, I popped off.” Chan laughed as his best friend took his place beside him. “Are you ready for this Chan? It’s almost time.”

Chan smiled and nodded his head, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Seungkwan wrapped his arm around the younger, sighing and appreciating the work he put to make this day as special as he could for his bandmate. “You know, the proposal was way more stressful than this was.”

Groaning, Chan’s head fell back onto Seungkwan’s arm, “Don’t remind me.”

“Hey you gotta admit though, although I may have misplaced the ring, but I found it and I succeeded with the plan.” Chan nodded his head, wanting to reply but getting interrupted after seeing that your car had arrived.

The guests all shuffled quickly to their seats, the wedding party took their places with their partners, and Chan lined up with his mom and dad next to him. You were in the car with your parents waiting for everyone to walk down before you came out.

As the music began to play, it didn’t reach the ears of Chan because as he started to walk down the aisle with his parents by his side, his mind went back in time to relive the day he proposed to you. Damn Seungkwan for bringing it up; now he’s emotional.

~ It was around 5 o’clock in the evening, Chan was pacing back and forth in the living room and constantly checking the time on his watch. Seungkwan was supposed to be at the house with the ring before Chan had to go pick you up for your anniversary date.

It has been three years since the two of you got together and boy it has been a ride. From those phone calls and trips to where you both were now, Chan couldn’t ask for any better because he already has the best. He couldn’t even process that he was actually going to propose to you.

The knock on the door broke his train of thought as he quickly rushed to open it, seeing Seungkwan there panting. “Okay, I found it.”

“What do you mean you found it?! When did you lose it?!” Seungkwan pursed his lips, knowing that he accidentally slipped up.

“Hey, don’t focus on that now buddy! You got a date to get to.” Nervously, Seungkwan placed the small box in Chan’s palm before running in the opposite direction going god knows where.

Deciding to talk to him about it later, Chan grabbed his keys and made his way to his car to go and pick you up for the most magical evening he had planned.

Boy was it indeed magical for you. The sky painted a pretty orange, the fairy lights, lanterns and cool breeze; it couldn’t have been more perfect. Except it did get more perfect as you turned to look at your boyfriend of three years down on one knee. Your mouth fell open, then a shy smile took over as you turned your head away, trying to keep your emotions in check. You slowly turned your head to look at the nervous smile on his face, yet catching that same sparkle in his eyes like it was the same night he confessed to you all over again.

“Lord knows I would try to make a big speech about how much I love you, but I know you’re impatient and my knee kinda hurts. Will you make me more happy than I already am by marrying me?”

Shooting him a cheeky smile, you crouched down to be level with him, tears in your eyes, “I’m sorry Hoshi, but I’d rather marry Chan.” ~

Chan took his place to the left of the marriage officiant, while taking a deep breath, facing the crowd, but his eyes only on your car. He couldn’t believe that this day would come, the day he can call you his forever.

The crowd stood up to their feet, turning to watch as your parents emerged from the car, bright smiles on their faces. Your dad opened the door, reaching out for your hand to help you out of the vehicle. The second you came into view, Chan’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening as music began to play. He faintly heard Seungkwan mention how beautiful you look, only nodding due to his breathlessness.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he kept his eyes on you as your parents escorted you down the aisle, preparing to give you away. Without realizing it, a tear escaped his eye and he quickly tried to wipe it, keeping his head up higher. He took a step forward as you approached the front. He bowed to your parents and you kissed their cheek.

Chan held out his hand, a smile automatically rising as you smiled cheekily at him. Placing your hand in his palm, he walked with you, eyes keeping contact, “You look gorgeous.” A blush rose to your cheeks as you admired the man in front of you that you would soon marry.

//

Chan’s mind was racing and he knew that you noticed how sweaty his palms were. You gave his hand a squeeze to help soothe his emotions. It did help a bit, except it came back all over again when the officiant said their next sentence. “We've come to the point of your ceremony where you're going to say your vows to one another. Would Chan like to go first?”

“Wait, no I want to.”

Chan smiled as you nervously swung his hands that you held. You took a deep breath, trying to recall the words that you have been repeating in your head for the past couple of days.

“Chan, three years ago, I wouldn’t have ever imagined to be standing up here with you. You have taught me how to love and what it’s like to be loved. And to think that I simply thought of you as my best friend’s band member, but over these past years, you have become someone more to me. Now, here we are, with our future right ahead of us, and I only ever want to spend it with you, my soulmate. I love you so much.”

Chan let out a shaky breath as the officiant signaled him to recite his vows. He felt a tap on his shoulder as he saw Seungkwan hold up the paper that had his vows. Nodding his head, he didn’t take the paper and looked back into your eyes.

“You know, earlier today as I was getting ready, I was worried about the weather and how it would ruin our perfect day. But when I kept having little flashbacks of how we met, how I confessed and proposed, I realized that those memories never ended up perfect like I wanted them to, but with you there, with your beautiful smile and bright eyes, it was always perfect to begin with. And I can’t wait for the perfect life we have before us. I love you.”

A tear escaped your eye as Chan quickly wiped it, giving you a loving smile. The officiant gave a satisfied smile, “May I have the rings please? Thank you.” He handed the ring to you, “Please repeat after me.”

Taking Chan’s left hand, you followed the words the officiant said, slipping the ring onto his ring finger. He smiled and repeated the process the officiant requested the both of you to follow. Turning both of your heads to the man performing your wedding ceremony, he shot you both an excited smile.

“By the power of your love and commitment, and the power vested in me, I now pronounce you a life of everlasting love together.”

The second Chan caught the signal, he cupped your face delicately in his hands and placed his lips softly onto yours, kissing you with passion.

Breaking away, the two of you failed to notice the clapping and cheers around you as you only looked at each other, staring lovingly into one another's eyes. You caught that same glimmer in his, wishing that it never fades, but not knowing that the sparkle was only made for you.

[cnc-hoebayb]

Santa babyy

I’ve been wanting to do this for so long bc obvi my 2 fav things are Chris and Christmas (can i get a hell yEa) but shoutout @cncocubanita for givin me an xtra push and telling me to wreck some shit with this lmao

😘hope u like it bbs

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You wander around the house aimlessly looking for something to do. Chris had been out all day for rehearsal and promos, so it left you to an empty house for majority of the day.

You both had gotten into the Navidad spirit wayyyy too early for everyone’s liking. There was a setup of lights, wreaths, decorations, and a pretty decent Christmas tree already filling the house. So decorating was off the table for wasting spare time.

You wanted to do something special for Chris, though. He’d been so busy and you knew how much it took out of him sometimes. Long days and nights that left him exhausted, and not getting to spend so much time together.

He would be home soon so you settle for the simple dinner and movie. Lucky for you, Chris was the easiest to please. Promise him good food and a movie to cuddle up to after, and he’ll lose his shit.

So you blast some music over the speakers and get to cookin. Your special lit/Christmas music playlist had you scream singing so loud your neighbors could probably hear. You were currently in the middle of a solo in “All I want for Christmas is you” and giving it your all. Which made it a heart attack when you were grabbed from behind firmly.

“AYE PEndeJo, me asustaste,” you wipe flour from your hands and push cookie ingredients to the side. He turns you around by your hips and greets you with a cheeky smile.

“Hey baby, te extrañe hoy” he places a passionate kiss to your lips and you melt. You separate and his hands are still planted on you tightly, pulling your waist closer to his.

“Tienes hambre?” You ask as he drools over the hot food on the stove. “Siempre, baby, tú sabes.” He runs his hands together in anticipation and it makes you giggle.

“Pero, tengo ganas de comer algo más esta noche..” he raises a suggestive brow and looms over you. You bite the inside of your cheek as his hands tighten their grip around you.

You’re pressed into the kitchen counter as he goes in for another kiss. And this time it’s more. He grabs your face hard and you grasp at his shirt collar. He let’s go for a split second and scootches things to the side behind you. Before you know it you’re being lifted up and set on the counter.

You laugh in playful protest as he starts kissing down your neck. “Papito déjameeee. The oven is hot y hay galletas in there,” he whines in that needy high pitched tone he does all the damn time and lifts you up again.

He kisses your cheeks until he reaches your lips again. Every time becoming more ravenous and intense. You struggle to hold back a moan as his teeth take your bottom lip and tug a little. “Vamo’ a la cama,” he whispers low n smooth and you’re sooo close to giving in when the oven beeps suddenly.

“Christopher Vélez im serious,” his hand squeezes at your butt and he puts you down with a pout over his face. “Aww pobrecito,” you mock and imitate that look.

You rise to your tip toes and pull him in, hovering your lips over his. He’s desperate and tries to close the space between. You laugh and tease him by lightly grazing his ear between your fingers. He gulps hard and you push him back.

He stumbles with his steps and gives you a look. “Ay papa,” he says defensively and you roll your eyes. “Now go change before i eat all the food.” You threaten and he zooms upstairs to your room.

He comes back down with his basic hoodie and sweatpants, his hair a little disheveled and now with glasses. There was always something about that look that made you have to resist jumping him right then and there.

You both cozy up on the floor, draped in blankets and surrounding a small table sitting in front of the tv. A movie is playing in the background as you take in the atmosphere.

You finish eating and both set up a spot to lay against your couch, surrounded by blankets and pillows. The house smells like fresh cookies and the peppermint scented candle you lit earlier, all lights coming from the decorations hanging around.

The movie ends and you jump up excitedly from your makeshift fort to turn the music back on. “Por que la música? I want you to cuddle meee” Chris reaches for you from his pile of blankets on the floor. “I’m just excited for Christmas, aren’t you??” You dance in place and he laughs.

You turn up the song and sing the words out loud to him. “Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight..” you grab the remote as a quick prop and perform to him.

“Been an angel all year, Santa baby...” you lean back against the wall, and kick a leg out. This raises his interest and he sits up the slightest bit. You turn facing the wall and stick your butt out a little, just to squat down slowly and peer at him over your shoulder with a wink.

You crawl over to him all while singing, eyes never leaving his. You reach the edge of his feet and start moving slower. His lip slides through the grip of his teeth and he adjusts the glasses on his nose, straightening his posture.

He reaches out for you and you push his back against the couch lightly. He sighs and you almost stop when he gives you that look™. The wide eyed, looking down at you through hair in his face look that hits you every time.

“I really do, believe in you” you crawl onto him and pull his blanket away. “Let’s see if you, believe in me..” the music sings for you and you find a comfortable spot in his lap.

The song gets a little instrumental for a second and you slide a finger along his jawline. You see his tongue peek from behind his teeth and run itself across those pretty pink lips. You press yourself a little into his lap and his eyes get wide.

“Bésame,” he says and he runs a hand across your thigh. “Shh,” you press your hand to his chest and look at him teasingly. “Not until my song is over.”

He sighs and grabs you by the hips to create more friction. You blush and make up your own words, “Chris, please baby,” you lean all the way onto him so his warm chest is to yours.

He smirks and you miss some words, losing to him at your own game. “So hurry...” he kisses your neck and you’re whipped. “...tonight.” it slips from your mouth and he takes advantage of you finally breaking character.

He guides your lips to his with a finger on your chin, and he tastes like hot chocolate and candy canes. He’s soft against your skin and, god, all you can think of is how much you fucking love Christmas.

[ilooklikeididyesterday]

Together - Part 1

Summary: Harald doesn’t mind sharing.

Pairing: Harald/OC, Harald/OC/Halfdan, Halfdan/OC

Warnings: Smut, language, NSFW

Note: I feel like I’ve hyped this up wayyyy too much! Let me know if you want to be tagged.

“Did you talk to her yet?” Halfdan asked, shoulder bumping his older brother as their eyes both settled on Yasmin, Harald’s new wife. Hailing from Rus, her hair was a dark brunette, sun kissed in caramel highlights and dark green eyes in the shape of an almond. Her mother was a Princess of Rus, her father a Viking warlord, Olef Olefsson. Olef had turned from battle towards trading and with strong merchant connections up and down the Eastern Europe rivers, he had earnt his riches.

“Not yet,” Harald drank from his cup eyes following her as she did her wifely and Queen duties of pleasantly greeting the townspeople. She would smile warmly at them, lightly touch their arm or shoulder, ask after their health, thanked them for attending and wished them to enjoy the rest of their evening. It was the same speech to everyone she met, but she did mean it. Vestfold was smaller and not as rich in gold or culture that she was used to. The people there were mainly fishermen who lived their lives at sea chasing whales for meat and blubber, or Viking men who dreamt of nothing but raiding, trading and wealth. They were simple but pleasant people and she was glad they had welcomed her so. She was Queen so they had to be nice, but so far she felt everybody was being genuine in their niceties to her.

Yasmin, in a pale blue dress heavily decorated with beads and jewels, glided across the Great Hall floor, seemingly bouncing from person to person like a bee flying from flower to flower.

“What’s she like?” Halfdan turned his head and asked quietly, making it look like he was nonchalantly looking around the Hall.

“She is ... eager.”

“Eager is good.”

Harald made a sound of agreement, eyes fixed on her as he watched over the top of his cup.

She eventually made her way to King Harald who held out his hand to her. She placed her hand in his and he bought it to his lips placing a kiss on her knuckles. His facial hair tickled her slightly and she smiled warmly. Yasmin was relieved to have such a husband - he was good natured to her and always complimented her on her grace and beauty. He was a fair ruler, according to the people of Vestfold, and from what she had seen herself.

“So glad you could join us, Queen Yasmin,” Halfdan over exaggerated his bow and Yasmin looked at him for a few moments.

She was wary at first of her husband’s brother - she’d heard horrible stories of his brutality and quickness to anger. In the week she stayed in Vestfold before her wedding, he never left Harald’s side and at first Yasmin wasn’t sure who was who! Halfdan never left his brother’s side, and was very quiet. But, still waters run deep as was evident in his dark chestnut eyes. When Yasmin spoke she could feel his eyes on her - burning through her. Her second impression was that Halfdan might be born a halfwit. He seemed more interested in food and his axe than politics and culture. She discovered he was quite smart, but hid it well. Well, he mainly hid behind his brother. Yasmin soon discovered that Halfdan wasn’t a complicated man and by default wanted an easy life. He stood by his brother out of love for his kin, but that didn’t mean it was any less inconvenient or annoying that where Harald was, so was Halfdan. He could also be an annoying little shit when he wanted to be. Like now, mocking her for being late.

Harald waved off his brother’s comment. “It would not matter if I had to wait a hundred years to again see this beautiful vision in front of me. By Freya you look exquisite tonight, my Queen.”

Yasmin couldn’t help but let out a small giggle - it wasn’t proper for a Queen to giggle like a love sick young woman, but she couldn’t help it.

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The young man, having just turned 13 was swearing his oath to King Harald. He didn’t speak very loud but he spoke with good diction. When he finished his oath he let out an audible sigh of relief. Harald smiled, putting his sigil arm band on the boys small arm and spoke his thanks. Harald kept eye contact with the young boy as he spoke, mimicking the boys pace and spoke slowly with good diction, but his voice louder. When Harald had finished the crowd cheered and the boy beamed.

The young boy stepped to his right and appeared in front of Queen Yasmin. She smiled warmly at him and congratulated him on becoming a man and his allegiance to her husband. She affectionately touched his new arm band and called him by his name.

“You know my name?” He asked slightly alarmed and proud.

“I do.” She patted his shoulder lightly signalling him to move on as Harald waved forward the next person to swear their allegiance; a Shieldmaiden. The King glanced to his side at the brief interaction between the boy and his Queen that left a huge smile plastered on the boys face. She was so good with children, adults too, she made each person in their whole kingdom feel special. He couldn’t wait to see her with his children - his heirs, a boy or two sitting with them on the steps to the throne and a girl in her arms. She was so gentle and caring he had no doubt that she would be an excellent mother.

The Shieldmaiden spoke her allegiance and Harald took another arm band and slid it up her smooth arm, reciting his thanks. The crowd cheered and the woman leaned closer, speaking something softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Yasmin’s eyes narrowed. She could only imagine what sexual propositions she was promising her husband. Harald nodded his head and cleared his throat, quickly glancing to his left, to Yasmin. He replied something, and the woman gave a curt nod of her head.

“My Queen,” The woman gave a polite nod to Yasmin, who returned with a false smile. As the Shieldmaiden turned to walk away, Yasmin quickly crossed her legs, one leg flicking out and tripping up the woman. She stumbled to her knees. A quiet descended amongst the Great Hall.

Halfdan, who had been standing off to the side, took a small step forward from his position. He protected his brother naturally and by association protected Yasmin. Harald loved her more than anything and if she were to be harmed Harald would be beside himself.

The shieldmaiden whipped her head up in instinct and then stilled herself, remembering where she was and who she was looking up to.

“Watch your step, Luda.” Yasmin spoke evenly and with double meaning.

Halfdan looked to Yasmin. He’d always pegged her for a good Queen, but she seemed to lack any fire. She didn’t know how to fight, but it seemed she didn’t need to wield a sword when she used words like those.

The shieldmaiden stood and nodded, not making eye contact. “Apologies, my Lady.” The correct reply would have been ‘my Queen’ given the formality of the situation.

Yasmin waved her hand, dismissively. Yasmin sat straighter in her throne, uncrossing her legs and Harald waved forward the next person, another young boy who now looked even more nervous than before.

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After the ceremony, a feast was held outside due to the good weather, an idea of Yasmin’s that Harald congratulated her on. Later that night Queen Yasmin finally took off her crown. She had been wearing it all day and it was heavy. She groaned in appreciation at the weight that had been lifted and rolled her neck and shoulders, jumping slightly when a pair of lips pressed against the exposed flesh of her neck.

Harald had too removed his crown and unbraided his hair. She lifted a hand to his head, fingertips gently massaging his scalp as his lips continued to kiss along her neck as his warm arm snaked around her waist.

“I need you,” he breathed against her ear, rocking his hips forward and she could feel his hardness through his breeches and her dress.

“We need to get ready,” she laughed lightly, reminding him they had another royal engagement.

“I want my seed to fill you, take a hold of you and see you swell with my heir,” he mumbled in her ear, hand splaying across her flat stomach. She turned around in his embrace.

“There will be time for that, my King. Just not right now.”

“They will wait,” he shrugged, pressing his lips to hers and hands splaying on her ass pulling her forward to his groin. His kisses ignited passion within Yasmin and she pulled the laces on her dress, slipping it from her skin. Harald’s mouth went to her breasts, sucking at her soft flesh, tongue swirling around the pink rose bud of her nipple. He kept a strong arm around her, walking her backwards towards their large bed. She sat on the edge, unlacing his breeches as he took off his tunic. She wasted no time in tugging them past his hips and taking the base of his cock in her hand, mouth lightly sucking the head, like he taught her to.

He had taught her everything she knew and she was thankful that sex was pleasurable and not just a way to make children. She wanted children, ever since a young age she had a strong maternal instinct and couldn’t wait to hold a sleeping baby in her arms. She was slightly older than she had hoped when she had been married - previously promised to a Tsar their engagement had been three summers long due to him away on a long raid and battle. He had been killed in battle and the pursuit of another good match had to be made. She had concerns that due to her being slightly older if the Gods would still bless her body with the strength to conceive and bear a child.

The need between her legs grew as she took the King’s cock deeper into her mouth eliciting a groan from the man himself. His hand gently fisted her hair and coaxed her deeper. He looked down at her, blue eyes meeting her dark green ones, his mouth falling agape at the sight of her lips taking him. He pulled her mouth away and coaxed her back on the bed, nose nuzzling her neck as one hand went up her smooth thigh and his finger, laden with gold rings, stroked at her slit. His middle finger delved into her wetness, mouth assaulting her bare breasts as she rocked her hips towards his hand. Another finger was quickly added, angled just so to rub against the special spot inside her that her writhing against him.

He withdrew his hand moving back a little to see her flushed face, hair fanned out behind her. He moved his own hair over one shoulder out the way. He rubbed his erection against her slit gathering her wetness on his silky flesh.

“Do you want your King’s cock inside you, my beautiful Queen?” He questioned huskily, watching her eyes widen at his words and desperation masked her face.

“Yes!” She quickly answered. “Get inside me now!”

He chuckled. She was the perfect embodiment of a Queen normally - poised, and spoke with great diction and purpose but when she was beneath him on their bed she spoke brash and brazen like a man.

He did as she requested, pushing forth into her tight cunt, a loud moan leaving her mouth as her hands ran up and down his back, fingernails scratching him lightly. As he bore his hips down into hers she lifted her up so they met and grinded against each other. He continued to kiss lazily at her neck, a sheen of sweat covered them both their moans getting louder - of which he did not care. She was loud and if he did not covet her respectful appearance so much he would fuck her in the middle of the town so that everyone could see - as well as hear - what he did to her.

Her orgasm sprung forth quickly, her walls pulsating around him, she gave him no warning and he spilled inside her looking down at her face in wonderment at the feel of her coaxing forth his seed to spill into her womb. The feeling was like none he’d experience before, his whole body went numb with pleasure and then suddenly he felt like he could move again as his own pleasure racked through his body. He groaned louder than before, thrusting his hips forward until there was nothing more to give. Yasmin ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, marvelling at the sight of him above her, sweating and red faced. He collapsed on top of her, she wrapped her shaky legs around his waist.

“Stay, so that the seed might hold,” she whispered, lovingly stroking his back as their breathing laboured.

A cough interrupted them, and Harald pulled out quickly with a pop and a soft squelch from her. Yasmin gave a little scream, trying to hide her nakedness beneath her husband.

“Halfdan!” Harald admonished, “By Odin’s balls what are you doing?” He asked angrily.

“You are late.” Halfdan replied casually.

“Get out!” Yasmin screeched, voice cracking. He turned to her like he just realised she was there. His eyes darkened and his eyes took in her nakedness.

“Do you know how to knock?” Harald asked now sitting on the edge of the bed with Yasmin behind him. It didn’t really do much to hide her naked body as Halfdan could still see her breasts.

“I did. Twice. You said ‘come in’,” he smirked.

[mysplaced-pen]

Day 1.2: Lucky Number Four

Dedicated to my dear 404 - @choisgirls  - for being amazing. For the fic you gave me a lot earlier, for making me laugh, for being a wonderful friend. You’re doing amazing, you work so hard, and I love you bunches💛

I hope you enjoy!~

[ Prompt: from here  Word Count: 1615 ]

A.N. : …I don’t know how alcohol works…

Saeyoung opened the door to see Saeran carrying Hailey on his back, both of their faces flushed, and at least one of them due to alcohol. Hailey cracked a giggle as soon as she saw Saeyoung. Saeran just shook his head.

“What happened to you two?” Saeyoung asked, moving aside to give Saeran space to walk in. Saeran tried to get Hailey to lay down on the couch, but she was clinging to him. There was no way she was going anywhere. He sighed and looked back at Saeyoung, “Long story.”

Saeyoung closed the door, walking over to sit on the chair beside the couch, where Saeran gave up trying to get Hailey off him and settled for being a tangled mess. He smiled at the two of them, leaning towards them. “Please, do tell.”

Saeran glared at him, but only brought Hailey closer to him, making sure she was still sitting up. “Get me a water bottle and I’ll tell you.”

“Of course~” Saeyoung stood up, walking towards the kitchen. While he was walking back, Saeran was moving stray hairs from Hailey’s face. She was half asleep, but conscious neigh to drink, so Saeyoung handed her the bottle.

She took a few sips before handing the bottle to Saeran, who covered it and put it on the side table. “So..here’s what happened.” He said, glancing over to see Saeyoung grinning.

“Come on, Saeran. We gotta go out for once.” Hailey said, hands on her hips as she looked at Saeran, who was sprawled out on the couch so much that he was practically upside down. He lifted his head to look over at her, waving his hand. “No we don’t. I don’t see a need to.” Hailey rolled her eyes and walked over to him, lifting him up by his jacket. “Just for the night, please?” She asked, using her best puppy face…while also holding his jacket tightly - like a warning. Saeran wasn’t getting out of this one. “Fine, we’ll go.

They were having fun. Saeran was having fun. That wasn’t sarcastic, either, he was legitimately having a good time. Hailey suggested at least dinner, maybe a movie if he was down for that after. It was going to be a simple, quiet night out. But as it played out, it got much more exciting. It started with testing out the wine at dinner. “What? They offered, I accepted. It’s fine~” Hailey had said. Saeran just shook his head. Then they bypassed the movie theater for an arcade - one of those ‘eat and play’ ones. It was more fun than the movies, and there was a promotion on desserts and drinks. They shared some cake and ice cream, Saeran had his first drink of the night, and Hailey had two more. “Babe, you know these have like…more alcohol than they need to, right?” Saeran asked, sipping at one himself. He finished it, but definitely wouldn’t get it again. Hailey shrugged, taking a larger sup of her own. “Yeah, but I’m stopping at this one. It’ll be fine.” Honestly, Saeran should have taken them home after she lost at air hockey, but he didn’t because he did only win by one point. She seemed barely tipsy and she said she was going to stop with that one. Maybe they could just end it with some nachos at the movies and go home. Well that was ideal, but it didn’t happen. How she convinced him to go here, Saeran still had no idea. “Come on, babe! Just one song, please?” Hailey said, tugging on Saeran’s arm. The two of them were now at a karaoke bar, where Hailey had one more drink, making it her fourth of the night, and Saeran really, really wanted to go home. But here he was. “No, Hailey. I’m not doing karaoke. You shouldn’t be doing karaoke either. We should be going home.” Saeran groaned, trying to keep Hailey from pulling him up even more. “Come on, let’s go.” Hailey let go of his arm, pouting at him. Saeran let out a relieved breath, putting his hands to his knees so he could stand up. But before he knew it, Hailey was stumbling off, walking towards the karaoke stage…which was empty. “Hailey, what the fuck are you doing?-” Saeran said when he noticed her, starting to make his way over there. “Heyyyyyyyy everyone!” Hailey said as soon as she grabbed the mic. Saeran stopped in his tracks. Oh no. Oh hell no. He had to do something or she would majorly regret this later. Or…he could record it. Part of him really wanted to record it. “This one’s for my boyfriend, Saeran!” She pointed towards him and he felt a blush of embarrassment fill his cheeks. “Because I loveeeee him sooooo much,” Her words were slurring even more than before. Damnit Hailey, you had four drinks. “And- also because he told me I shouldn’t be up here. Screw you, babe!” The blush turned into a look that was a mix of disgust and shock. Really? ‘Screw you, babe?’

To be completely honest, the part of him that wanted to record this was growing. Especially when he heard the song she chose.

“Comin’ out of my cage and I’ve been doing just fine,” Hailey started to sing.

If Saeran had a drink, he would have spit it out.

“Gotta gotta be down because I want it all!”

Ok, Saeran, stop staring and get your stupid girlfriend out of this mess.

“It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss! Now I’m- Hey-” Hailey was pulled offstage by Saeran.

Some people in the club had the audacity to boo him, but he tuned them out and dragged Hailey towards the door.

“Baaaaaaabeeeee I said one soooooong,” Hailey whined, but still followed Saeran’s pull. He rolled his eyes in response, bringing them out of the bar. “Are we goingg home? I wanna go homee.” She pouted at him, but stopped walking.

He turned around to face her, raising a hand to her cheek. “Yes, we’re going home, babe. Just follow me.” He said, taking her hand again. “Hmm..but Saeran…I’m too tired.”

Saeran blinked, confused. “Too tired to walk?” He asked, Hailey nodding in return. “Oh my god.” Hailey pouted at him and also started to bounce in place. She wasn’t going to move.

“Ugh, fine. Come here.” He let go of her hand and stood in front of her, crouching down and putting his arms behind his back. “I’ll piggyback you home. It’s not that far.”

Hailey grinned, slurring out an ‘okay’ before climbing onto Saeran’s back. Now all he had to do was walk.

The walk back to the bunker was relatively quiet, to the point where he thought she had fallen asleep. “Hailey?” He asked in a whisper, turning his head to get a look at her. Her eyes were closed, mouth a bit open. It made him smile. “You promised me a quiet night out, idiot.” He mumbled before returning to silence.

And not even a minute after, Hailey broke that silence.

“SO NO ONE TOLD YOU LIFE WAS GONNA BE THIS WAYYYY,” She bursted out singing, causing Saeran to lean back in surprise, especially when she took her hands off of his shoulders to clap in front of his face.

“Hailey, are you SERIOUS-”

“YOUR JOB’S A BROKE, YOU’RE JOKE- LOVE LIFE’S DOAAAAAAA”

“YOU EVEN MIXED UP THE LYRICS-”

Hailey burst into a fit of giggles, nuzzling her cheek against the back of Saeran’s neck. “I love you, babe~”

“You’re drunk.” He said, rolling his eyes, but the blush of embarrassment filled his cheeks again…or maybe it wasn’t embarrassment.

“Yeah, but I love you~” Hailey said, kissing the back of his neck and out through his shoulders.

“Stop that-” His blush got deeper.

“Say you love meeee~” She grinned, continuing her kisses.

“I love you. You know that already…” He put his head as close to his chest as he could, hoping she wouldn’t see his blush.

But Hailey just smiled to herself, “Goooood.”

He left that last bit out to Saeyoung, but he couldn’t help but think about it when he told the story.

Saeyoung was attempting to hold back his laughter. “Really? The ‘FRIENDS’ theme song?” Saeran shrugged, getting the water bottle back got Hailey to drink again.

“It hasn’t been my day….my week, my month, or even my year.” Saeran said, covering the now empty water bottle.

Saeyoung lost his composure and started laughing loudly. “Oh my god, I did not just hear you say that-” He said between laughs. Meanwhile Hailey muttered out a soft, “But…I’ll be there for you~” Making Saeyoung laugh even harder.

“Alright, that’s enough. Time for bed.” Saeran said, standing up slowly before moving to pick up Hailey, who automatically kissed his cheek to make him blush again. Saeyoung smiled up at the two of them. Their little Choi family. He was sure none of them could ask for a better one.

“Good night Agent 404 and Thotmato Two~” he said as the two of them walked off into their bedroom.

“Good night Thotmato 1! Lots of love!” Hailey responded, wrapping her arms around Saeran’s neck. He gave a half-hearted, “Night, idiot. Don’t stay up too late.”

When they got to their room, Saeran laid Hailey down and crawled in next to her. “We aren’t going out again, okay?”

“But you had fun~” Hailey said, bopping his nose. He couldn’t help but smile, but still rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Yeah..I did.”

[itsashleymcdonald19blog-blog]

6/15/17

This morning we work up at 7 am. got breakfast, and checked out. We had a 3 hour drive from the Daintree Rainforest to Cairns. The bus ride was find. I am getting more used to the incredibly curvy roads and car sickness. Once again I took int eh beautiful scenery before we arrived at our next destination.

We arrived in Cairns at 12:00 pm and all of our rooms were ready which was a blessing! These rooms are sooooooo nice in comparison to what we have been staying in. We all have nice beds where no one has to worry about insects, lizards. or anything in their sheets. We have a bathroom, and plumbing, and a shower that we don’t have to share with bugs. It is a great day! We basically dropped off of our stuff and made a game plan for the afternoon.

Nia, Cody, and I had our Mijin Swing reservations t 3:00 so we thought that it would be smart to take a taxi over to that side of town and grab some lunch so we didn’t have to be stressed on time. As we walked out of the hotel we probably saw 5 taxis and just hopped in one of those. our first driver was very nice and took us to a pub about 5 minutes from where our excursion was. He explained that to get another cab it was very simple and all we had to do was have the restaurant call one for us. We ate our lunch and at 2:00 had the restaurant call us a cab.

We figured that an hour was plenty of time and would give us time to get there early. We were incredibly wrong. First we were waiting fro 10 minutes, then 15, then we went inside and they said it was still on its way, then 30 minutes, and that is when we began panicking (mainly me).

We ended up surpassing from Cody so he could try to get one in a different area, then we debated walking, then I was running through the parking lot trying to track down a taxi to take us. It was awful. I was terrified that we would be late and that they were going to cancel our reservation and that just would have been awful. Luckily, our cab picked us up at 2:45 and we made it to the site by 2:55. Talk about cutting it close on time… but we made it.

We arrived on site, checked in and went to the patio. I don’t thing any of us were prepared for who high it was but we watched a few people do it before us. Our nerves were going… we were all extremely anxious, but so excited.

Finally, it was our turn! We made it to the loading deck where we were fitted for harnesses and helmets. The guys cracked lots of jokes about it being his first day because he could tell I was so nervous. We all individually were fitted ant then went out to the aiding deck. This was when it really hit that we were actually doing this and we were about to be lifted almost 200 ft. up in the air and then dropped at rocket speed. We were extremely anxious and then it was time. We were being lifted backwards to prepare for our drop.

We were lifted so quickly, it felt like seconds and we just kept getting higher and higher. It was terrifying. We were able to see over all of the trees, see the ocean, and everything below us looked like ants. We waited for the light to turn to green so we knew that it was time to pull the release rope. It changed to green and I said, “1….2…..3…!” and then we were dropped and started flying!

The drop was absolutely terrifying! It was almost as if we got a mini bungee jump and then we were soaring through the air. It was incredible. I have never fleet so free in my life. The ride lasted about 5 minutes which was much longer than I had expected it to last and then the guy asked if we wanted to go again.

It was only $30 and Nia and I decided to do it again, just us this time. It was almost more terrifying the second time. We both felt as if we went higher up and both felt that the initial drop had a lot more bounce to it. Needlessly to say, we absolutely loved the swing. This was one of the coolest things I have ever done in my life and is definitely a highlight of my trip.

I honestly cannot believe that I did it. After we got off, we decided we both needed a drink so we each got a sex on the beach and just relaxed for awhile. The only bad part of this experience was that Nia and I both paid for the multimedia pack which includes pictures nd videos but the system crashed and they lost our footage. This was really disappointing at first but they were able to find one of our videos and emailed us it for free and gave us the refund. Thank god Cody and Tristan were there to take videos of us from the bottom because otherwise I would have been extremely upset.

I am still extremely happy with our experience, and I am happy with the footage we got. On the bright side, now I have $80 I didn’t have before. I am so happy that I did that swing, and I will remember it for the rest of my life.

We headed back to our hotel to do some homework for about an hour before the girls and I went to dinner. For dinner we walked into downtown Cairns and went to a wonderful dinner place. It was delicious and it was so cute. It was called the Courtyard and they had very Americanized food and we were all very excited about that. I had a fried chicken sandwich with aioli and onion rings and a strawberry lime cider. Australia has given me a love for cider too bad its not as big of a thing in the states( and that I’m not legal there).

After dinner we just kept walking in the downtown area where some girls outside of a travel place were like “Hey, come on in!!” we were all really hesitant and we were like, “Why? What are you guys doing?” They said were all just hanging out and then were going to go to Gilligans afterwards, if you come with us you will get free drinks and pizza!” We al asked why they were doing it, and they basically just told us it was for advertising and Gilligans pays for all of it. After some hesitation, we realized we were very safe and headed into the travel place. They were doing raffles and I ended up winning something but I had to decline because we were traveling to Sydney the next day.

After we hung out there for a bit we got VIP wristbands and walked to Gikugians. We were greeted on the balcony with tons of drinks and pizza. We sat at a table and met 2 girls and one guy that were traveling together. One ggirl was from Wells and the others were from Great Britain. We talked to them for a long while and it was so interesting to hear their take on things and their lifestyle. They thought ours were very strange and different from theirs. I am incredibly jealous of them because one girl was finishing up her trip of 9 months, one was going to be gone for 7 months, and the guy was going to be gone for 2 months. Shortly after, we met these 2 girls who were our age studying abroad here. They were from OHIo and they were so nice and so fun We ended up hanging out with them for the rest of the night.

At Giligans it was ladies night which meant every girl got frree champagne for an hour. It was crazyyyyy in there. 1 it was massive, 2 there were soon many girls, 3, guys were dressed up as girls to get free booze, 4 Why doesn’t America give out free drinks like this?

Giligans was my favorite bar./ club we have been to yet. It was full of big screens that projected music videos, the DJ was great, the company was fantastic, and we didn’t have to ay for a single drink.

As I mentioned earlier, it was ladies night, which also meant that they had a pole dancing competition. Let’s just say we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into when we were there. Kayla actually entered the comeption and she killed it just had a good time and kept her dignity. But… that was not the case for everyone. We will shut say that we saw wayyyy too much of some people. I actually don’t want to see that again haha.

Overall, the night was a blast. I had so much fun and it is one that I will remember for the rest of my life. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason and I am positive that we were supposed to walk into that little travel place. I am so happy with the friends I have, the experiences I am having, and the memories that will last a lifetime.

It was about 2:30 when we went to bed and had to get up early to catch our flight to Sydney. We will see how I feel in the morning!

Things I learned today: 

Wallabies and kangaroos love god courses and open lawns. 

Queensland is known as the sunshine state. 

In Queensland, you can get fined for sticking limbs out of a car window 

McDonald’s is far too large of a corporation 

Taxis are not reliable here at all. 

Read the terms and conditions before you sign waivers.

Glass of good= glass of boxed cheap wine.

Listen to the locals they know all the best places to go. 

[crazymamaof8wildthings-blog]

God’s Timing Is Amazing...Once Again

Ok... so this post is a little delayed. I apologize. Things seem like they have been on the “spin cycle” since we got the news. So... here goes... another moment where I get to proclaim God’s amazing timing and His greater plans! But first lets look back to just a little over a year ago. 

“Got here early... As usual so now we wait with our stomachs churning!!! Time for some prayers before we have this possibly life change meeting “

This is a post from my Facebook page from April 28th, 2016. This was the day we met our Super 7 for the very first time! We were sitting in the car, in the parking lot of the children’s home where they were living at the time, waiting for all of the case managers to show up. We had gotten there about 15 minutes early (as we usually are at least that early to everything). I was given an idea by another adoptive family to make videos to the kids whenever something special was happening. That way we can look back on them when the kids ask us ‘what were you doing while you were waiting for us?’. So we had just finished another video as we sat in the car waiting. Our stomachs were tossing and turning and I asked Josh to lead us in prayer a couple of times. My heart really started to race when our kids pulled up in the parking lot in the children’s home van, being brought home from school. Josh and I were straining our necks to look around the cars to try and see our kids. When we did catch a glimpse of them (it wasn’t difficult to pick out the Mexicans from the crowd) we got all giddy inside. They were so much more beautiful in person than the two pictures we had seen of them. They rushed off into their house to put their book bags away, do their homework and get changed. That’s around the time our case-managers arrived. Once we saw them pull up, we knew it was all about to go down! We got out of the car and heard one of our caseworkers say “Are you ready? Are you nervous?”. Josh and I just laughed at first. There weren’t words in our spinning heads to answer that question adequately. We started walking towards the ‘barn’, so to speak. It was a beautiful big building that was styled like a barn and painted bright red. There were a lot of gorgeous flowers up the walkway that were in full bloom. This first time walking up to the door seemed like it took at least 10 minutes, when in reality it was maybe 10 steps. Once we were inside, we explored the building a little. Inside this massive barn was a full basketball court gymnasium. They had a fooseball table, an air hockey table, a lot of toys, and even a playground like the ones inside of McDonalds. It was a cool space. The kids were still finishing up homework so the big room was empty except for me, josh and the case-managers. We sat down at one of the tables and waited some more. It wasn’t much longer when we heard the side door open and the little feet running in. We stood up and walked toward the noise, and when we turned the corner we were met with hugs and squeals. Well from Katerin, and James at least. Guillermo and Jason were still a little stand offish as we expected. Kristie was still working on her homework in the house and Elizabet was working herself up to coming inside. Maria, being the only one in middle school at the time, hadn’t made it home from school yet. Around 15 minutes later six of our seven were in the gymnasium with us, running, climbing the playground and pulling us in a million directions to play with them. Elizabet was warming up to us and asking us questions about our life and our family. About 10 minutes later, Maria had made it home, changed, and joined us in the barn. She was being very quiet and keeping a watchful eye on us. I decided to sit down with her and talk to her, knowing that she was “mama bear” and i was going to have to get the approval from her to take care of ‘her children’. After that she opened up some more. The visit went on for another hour and a half and then we were told we needed to head out because Jason and Guillermo had baseball games to head to. We ended up being invited to their games and had our first taste of being those cheerleader parents from the bleachers!! It was amazing! We headed home after they both won their games and we spent the whole 50 minute drive going on and on about the kids. They were so adorable! They were crazy, loud and some of them were oh so snuggly! This day will forever be engrained in our brains!!!! I didn’t know the human body was capable of so many emotions at one time! 

Every first meeting is different for every family. Ours, i don't think, was very typical. It isn’t very normal for kids who have been in care for so long to run up and hug you and start calling you mom and dad immediately. It has its moments of awkward, weird questions were asked, and there were even some embarrassing moments. Like climbing up a playground and sliding down a slide that wasn’t built for anyone over 3ft! 

Ok now lets get back to present day! April 28, 2017.

By this time our attorney had filed the petition about 4 days before and we were on pins and needles waiting for that email from him with our court date to finalize! Now let me make this very clear so my husband doesn’t point it out later on... i was NOT patient about this at all. In fact i was so impatient that i was emailing the attorney wayyyy to much and in doing so i think i ticked him off. I was just so beyond ready to be done with DFCS and this process! I want to put this time of waiting, heartache, uncertainty and political nonsense behind us. I can’t wait till I can go to the school and be able to say “Hey i need Kristie Clark out of class please” instead of saying the first name and then trying to think through which one of the five different last name goes with that child. I can’t wait till i can legally sign their documents with ‘Clark’ so i don’t have to be reminded everytime i fill something out (which is almost everyday with 6 kids in school) that they are not “officially” mine. Normalcy... so to speak. I can’t wait for normalcy. My kids always laugh when i say that because our “normal” is far from most peoples. So any who.... i wasn’t waiting well. Our attorney had told us that we should hear something by Friday the 28th.  Well... here we were... the infamous day of information! I was checking my email constantly and i think i bugged Josh quiet a bit to text our attorney in case he wasn’t going to email us. I had just gotten off the phone with him, asking him for probably the third time that day to “email or text Birney please!!!”. Then i heard it! The ‘ding’ of an email coming to my phone. I look down at the screen and the preview banner reads ‘Birney Bull: Court Date’!  AHHHHHH here it is!!! I open the email to see a simple written statement. ‘Court will be on May the 9th at 9am. At the Effingham Superior Courthouse.’! My furious thumbs got to work! I started texting, emailing, and calling everyone i could to let them know! Our families had been waiting to hear from us for days about a court date so they could move their schedules around to be there. Our friends and church family were waiting to be able to celebrate with us and finally see pictures of the kids online! So after all texts and emails were sent to the appropriate people, i posted a BIG BLUE post on Facebook about it! My notifications started blowing up! People i didn’t even know were commenting about how excited for us they were and how they were praying. It had more ‘likes’ than any other post i’ve shared before. It was encouraging to know we were being surrounded and supported by so many people! It truly was surreal to finally plan our “forever day” that we had been waiting for! 

Here come the goosebumps... It wasn’t until my husband commented on that Facebook post that i made this connection. We had been questioning God as to why he hasn’t give us a court date when we knew that this is what he had intended for us. Turns out He wanted to make sure we were well aware that He was in control of the whole situation and he was going to make a declaration with His timing. Some of you may have already noticed it, but the day we got our court date from our attorney was exactly 1 year to the day (almost to the hour) of when we met our children for the very first time! And with that, we had no doubt in our mind (once again) that this is God’s will for us and He has paved this road for us already... He is just giving us step by step directions so we can truly enjoy and make known the amazingness and love God has for his children who seek His will! 

We were so excited to tell the kids but we wanted to make it special. We also wanted those who have been there through the process and had been praying for our family to experience the joy of seeing the kids reactions. So I told everyone we were going to go Live on Facebook at 8pm that evening to tell the kids. It was sooo hard to keep it from the kids through picking them up from school, having dinner, going to soccer games and then being at home waiting for them to all get situated for a “family meeting”. And then i went Live... If you’d like to see the video i have posted the link below! You should be able to open it and see this special moment. 

*****Video*****

We are now counting down the hours and days until we go to court and finally move on to our forever! I can’t thank all of the people that have made this possible, enough! Thank you Thank you Thank you! Our family is only possible because of a mighty God and His faithful people pouring out love and support to our family.