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O Allah, bless us with contentment, and make beloved to us prayer in congregation, and help us to remember death, Our Lord, in every moment (of our lives).O Allah… Resurrect us, Our Lord, with the Prophet ﷺ, the Chosen (al-Mustafa), the one to whom you have granted the right of intercession.

O Allah, we seek refuge in You from knowledge that does not benefit; and from a heart that is not humbled in devotion to You; and from an eye that does not weep (out of love and awe of You); from an eye that does not weep; from an eye that does not weep; and from an ego that is never satisfied; and from a supplication that is not heard.

O Allah, we seek refuge in You from knowledge that does not benefit; and from a heart that is not humbled in devotion to You; and from an eye that does not weep (out of love and awe of You); and from an ego that is never satisfied; and from a supplication that is not heard.

O Allah, we seek refuge in You from knowledge that does not benefit; and from action that is not elevated (to the heavens and accepted); and from an eye that does not weep (out of love and awe of You); and from an ego that is never satisfied; and from a supplication that is not heard.O Allah, we ask you for knowledge that benefits; and for a heart that is humbled in devotion to You; and for a tongue busy with remembering You and expressing gratitude to You; and for actions that are righteous and accepted by You; and for a certainty (in You) that is genuine and true.O Allah, we seek refuge in You from death and its agonies; and the grave and its distress; and the Sirat and its perils; and the Day of Rising and its terrors. [Repeated three times]

O Allah, make us fearful and conscious of You as if we see You; and grant us happiness through reverence of You (taqwa); and grant us the pleasure of seeing You (in Paradise); and gather us in the company of Your Prophet and Chosen One ﷺ (al-Mustafa).

O Allah, grant victory to Islam and honor the Muslims. O Allah raise high, with Your Grace, the two words of truth and religion. O Allah, destroy the disbelievers who show hostile enmity to You and Your religion.O Allah, bring the Muslims back to Your religion in a beautiful return (in repentance).

O Allah, grant success and victory to those striving in Your cause, wherever they may be. [Repeated three times]O Allah, grant us success and victory over (the weaknesses of) of our own selves.

O Allah, respond to our du`a’, and heal our sick, and have mercy on our dead, and defeat our enemies. Do not disappoint us in our hope (in You); and let the last of our deeds be the best of them.O Allah, fulfill from our hopes whichever please You; grant authority over our affairs to those who are the best of us, and not to those who are the worst of us.

O Allah, lift Your displeasure and anger from us. O Allah, lift Your displeasure and anger from us. O Allah, lift Your displeasure and anger from us, and do not call us to account for what we have done; and do not hold us accountable for what the foolish among us do; and do not place upon us, due to our sins, an authority who does not fear or revere You and who will not have mercy on us.O Allah, purify our hearts; divest us of our faults; relieve our worries and troubles; protect us in the best way; and gather for us the best of the hereafter and the best of this life.O Allah, rectify our condition.

O Allah, join together and unite our hearts.O Allah, allow our end to be concluded with righteous deeds.O Allah, encompass us in the vastness of Your mercy.O Allah, avert the harms and evils that concern and trouble us.O Allah, allow us to pass away with sound faith, (faithful to) the Book and the Sunnah, and in a state in which You are pleased with us, O You Who is the Most Generous (al-Kareem).

O Allah, allow the Qur’an to be our close companion in this life; and in our graves a comforting friend; and a light on the Sirat; and an intercession at the time of resurrection; and our companion in Paradise; and make it a protection and barricade between us and the Hellfire; and a guide and leader to all good works, by Your Grace, O Most Generous of those who show generosity.O Allah, distance us from our mistakes as You have distanced the East from the West.

O Allah, purge our sins from us the way a white cloth is purified from filth; O Allah cleanse us from our sins with the (purity of) water, snow, and hail.O Allah, You are the Forgiving (al-`Affuw), and You love to forgive, so please forgive us. O Allah, You are the Forgiving (al-`Affuw), and You love to forgive, so please forgive us. O Allah, You are the Forgiving (al-`Affuw), the Generous (al-Kareem), the Forbearing (al-Haleem), the Great (al-`Adheem), and You love to forgive, so please forgive us.O Allah, grant us well being and safety; pardon us; accept our deeds; accept us; accept our repentance, and excuse us, by Your loving Grace,

O Most Merciful of those who show mercy.Our Lord, accept from us (our deeds), You are the All-Hearing (as-Sami`), the All-Knowing (al-`Aleem). Accept our repentance, Our Lord, You are the Oft-relenting (at-Tawwab), The Merciful (ar-Raheem). Forgive us and have mercy upon us, Our Lord, You are the Forgiving (al-Ghafur), the Merciful (ar-Raheem). Save us from sorrow and worry and the greatest distress (of punishment in the Hereafter). Save us from sorrow and worry and the greatest distress (of punishment in the Hereafter).O Allah, bestow on us the gift of seeing Your Noble Countenance.

O Allah, make us from among those who have running beneath them the rivers of Paradise… “Their prayer therein will be, “Glory be to You, O Allah”; and their greeting (to one another) therein is, “Peace.” And the conclusion of their prayer will be, “Praise be to Allah, the Cherisher and Sustainer of the worlds.” (Qur’an, 10:10)“Our Lord, condemn us not if we forget or fall into error. Our Lord, lay not on us a burden like that which you laid on those before us. Our Lord, lay not on us a burden greater than we have strength to bear. Pardon us, and grant us forgiveness, and have mercy on us. You are our Protector. Help us against those who stand against faith.” (Qur’an, 2:286)“Our Lord, let not our hearts deviate after You have guided us, and grant us mercy from You; for You art the Grantor of bounties without measure.

Our Lord, surely it is You Who will gather mankind together on the Day about which there is no doubt, for verily, Allah never fails in His promise.” (Qur’an, 3:8-9)“Our Lord, forgive us our sins and anything we may have done that transgressed our duty. Establish our feet firmly, and help us against those that resist Faith.” (Qur’an, 3:147)“Our Lord, indeed whoever You admit to the Fire – You have disgraced him, and for the unjust wrongdoers there are no helpers. Our Lord, indeed we have heard a caller calling to faith, [saying], ‘Believe in your Lord,’ and we have believed. Our Lord, so forgive us our sins and remove from us our misdeeds and cause us to die with the righteous.

Our Lord, and grant us what You promised us through Your messengers and do not disgrace us on the Day of Resurrection. Indeed, You do not fail in [Your] promise.” (Qur’an, 3:192-194)“In Allah do we put out trust. Our Lord, make us not a trial for those who practice oppression; and save us, by Your mercy, from those who reject You.” (Qur’an, 10:8-9)“Our Lord, In You (Alone) we put our trust, and to You (Alone) we turn in repentance, and to You (Alone) is (our) final return. Our Lord, make us not a test and a trial for the disbelievers, but forgive us, our Lord, for You are the Exalted in might, the Wise.” (Qur’an, 60:4-5)“Our Lord, forgive us and our brethren who came before us into the faith, and leave not, in our hearts, ill feeling against those who have believed. Our Lord, You are indeed full of kindness, most merciful.” (Qur’an, 59:10)

O Allah, to You we lovingly submit; and in You we believe; and upon You do we rely. To You we turn (in repentance), and by You we argue (and advocate). Forgive us for what we have sent forth (in deeds) and for what we have held back; for what we have made known, and for what we have hidden; and for (our deeds) which You have more knowledge of than we ourselves.O Allah, be compassionate with us, for You are the One who shows us mercy. Do not punish us for our sins, for You are the Powerful over us. Be gracious and kind to us, Our Lord, for what has come to pass in our time and place; and (we ask You, O Allah) to conclude our lives for us with a beautiful and joyful ending. “Exalted is Your Lord, the Lord of Might and Honor, above what they describe; and peace be on the messengers (of God); and all praise is due to Allah, the Lord and Cherisher of the worlds.” (Qur’an, 37:180-182)

Send peace and blessings, O Allah, on our master Muhammad, and upon his blessed family and noble companions. Ameen..

Ameen Ya Rabbil Alameen.

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The Vitulation Cycle: An Arthuriana fanfiction (King Arthur x OC and Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot [eventually]) CHAPTER 3: LANCELOT

Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction I do not make any money from this. Cultist Simulator elements belongs to the Weather Factory, House of the Dragon/Game of thrones elements belongs to George RR Martin and Arthuriana while generally regarded as under the public domain, it comes from the culture of Britain.

CW/TW: There is attempted rape and sexual assault via deception in this chapter. It's not graphic but it is there (towards the end). If you don't want to read it, the moment a certain guest arrives in Camelot - that's when you may want to stop reading (I'll be recapping the incident in the next chapter).

Chapter 3 - Lancelot

"Have you noticed?" Guin asks you one night as she lay in your embrace in her private chambers.

"It is hard not to. And it worries me." Your King - Arthur has been planning a private trip. To where you don't know. You didn't mind if there were some matters that he chose to confide in someone else. What worries you is that in this case, he only confided in his sister Morgan. And she was more than happy to keep any information of this trip away from either you or Guinevere.

It was not lost on either you or Guinevere that Morgan has always been rather protective of Arthur in her own ways. It was rather funny that people think Morgan is scheming against her brother and sought to undermine his work. The actual truth is Morgan was scheming to undermine Guinevere's influence over Arthur's life. And now as her assigned protector and her secret lover, this meant danger to you too. This was not to say that Arthur did not protect Guinevere. Several times he managed to prevent things from getting worse between Morgan and Guinevere. Which is why Morgan waits for whenever Arthur was not around to put her plans against Guin in action.

The first one was about two months after Arthur gave his blessing to you and Guinevere in that Beltane celebration. You and Arthur were having a meeting with a nearby lord in his territory that was strategic to Camelot's defenses. It was when you were both away from Camelot that a mysterious green knight appeared in court. The moment Arthur received the message from Guinevere you could see the exhaustion and a bit of annoyance in his face that he tries to hide from everyone who weren't in his confidence.

"Was there an attack?"

"Not the kind you are thinking. A green knight of magical origin has appeared in court."

"Magical origin?" You ask puzzled.

"He beheaded himself on front of Guin causing her to faint and went away just as quickly." When your eyes met Arthur's you could feel your shared feeling that perhaps one of you should have been left at Guin's side when this happened. But you both knew that neither of you could miss this crucial strategic meeting.

"I'll have to speak with my sister once we get back."

"What makes you think it was her?"

"Lance, how many people do you know in my court who has magical powers and who has contacts with other magical folk?" There were only two people that came to mind. And Merlin is the least likely to be behind this incident.

Fortunately Guin was able to quickly recover and neither you nor Arthur did not need to venture out of Camelot any further.

You remember how you felt a swell of affection within you as he joined you in checking if Guin was well.

"Arthur I'm fine, truly."

"If you are certain."

"Don't"

"Don't what?"

"Think this is your fault."

"Perhaps I should have-"

"Don't be ridiculous Arthur, you both needed to be there."

"Still-"

"I know it's hard to believe, but I'm stronger than you think. I was just startled that's all."

"That doesn't mean it's okay for my sister to do this to you."

"My lie-Arthur, Morgan is just doing what she thinks is right." You finally enter the conversation as your lover and your unrequited beloved look to you.

"She's just trying to protect you, even though there is no threat to protect you from."

He sighs.

"I know, but I wish she wouldn't do this. If only she could just know both of you a little better…know you both just as I do, then maybe there would be no need for her to act this way."

"I highly doubt that would happen Arthur. I've tried to bond with her during the early days of our marriage, but she has remained cold towards me. It's almost as if my mere existence is a nuisance to her. But don't worry, she caught me by surprise and that won't happen again."

"Besides, it's beyond your control Arthur on who bonds with who. Some people just simply don't like each other. To force a friendship between them may only make things worse. This might be the case between Guin and Morgan."

You say hoping your voice and expression was enough to remove his worries for now. Your hand wanted to reach out to his, but you resist. Neither you or Guin know why it seems he is blind to both of your affections. You suspect that it may be Morgan's influence over him.

It was times like these when you wonder if the fates were playing a game with you. How is it that Arthur's heart is fully capable of loving nearly everyone but is blind to your small moments of adoration for him? Does he know that him giving you his blessing to you and Guin only made both of you fall for him more?

It was times like these when you were reminded how in many ways he was a better person than you. How he strives to make Camelot if not the whole of Britain better. How he still thinks of his enemies as people while you and the other knights of the round table had simply seen them as enemies to be slain for the people you loved and sworn to protect. How he was able to unite many groups of people without allowing them to compromise who they were.

And he did this all by making people forget he was a King, but rather only a man who wanted to truly speak with you without the barriers titles or the lack of them created.

It was why whenever he would allow you to hear his grievances and insecurities, you had to resist moving closer to him. Resist showing through your flesh why he was the best person to be your leader.

Resist showing how you felt for him. It was bad enough that you couldn't resist your feelings for Guin who was supposed to be only your Queen and nothing else. He allowed you two to be lovers. You've already stolen Camelot's Queen, but Camelot cannot afford to lose it's beloved King. With Guinevere it was comforting to know that her feelings for you had remained ever since your night of passion together after you rescued her from Malegant. And ever since your union was secretly allowed you have discovered that it had become even more passionate than since you've first lain together.

With Arthur, the sad truth was that you were his confidant and dear friend. His heart belonged to Camelot. No matter how much you - and Guin - wanted to be his lover, Camelot came first. You would confide in her as you both also long for Arthur to share in the passions you two shared. It's what made him so frustrating and yet so beautiful.

So beloved.

Until the day when Arthur felt he no longer owed Camelot, or that Camelot owed him even a little bit of freedom to be himself, you would have to settle being among his confidants. The few with whom he would allow a glimpse of the man behind the King with all the things he is scared to show everyone else.

And you would bury all his secrets deep within your soul, even if you would have to take it to the grave.

Perhaps it was a little bit of selfishness that caused you to worry. Or maybe it was rooted from fear that he was slipping away from your grasp. You were already desperately grasping to remain in his confidence when he began to seemingly be close once again with Morgan. You would never want to break their bond, even though there are many times when temptation almost made you do so. You don't know why Morgan seems to hate you and Guinevere, but it was clear that she cared about Arthur to think either or both you and Guin were threats to him. If only you could tell her that you would never threaten Arthur, and if you were indeed a threat to him you would be the first one to remove yourself from becoming a threat to your beloved. If only Morgan would tell you why she thinks you and Guin are threats to her brother.

"There is no need to fret, I've already prepared all of you for what may happen in my absence and I trust you all to know what to do under pressure." Your King says a few days before he begins his private pilgrimage. To where, he would tell no one.

No one except Morgan le fay.

"Besides, Morgan would be with me. You are all well aware that she is more than capable of protecting me."

"But who will protect you from her?"

"Are you volunteering yourself to be killed sir Gwaine? I personally wouldn't mind but my brother here would have issues with it." She says as if her voice alone was a dagger made of ice. Even if it wasn't pointed at you, you didn't need to be near it to know how sharp and painful it would be should she actually attack.

"Morgan."

"If your knights can't handle me dear brother, then I fear for your safety in their hands."

"Are you sure you don't need anyone more for your personal protection?" Guinevere hastily interrupts an incoming argument.

"Guin, please trust me. I'll be fine with Morgan alone."

"But-"

"It's Camelot that needs the most protectors. And it needs you to lead them." He then turns to the rest of the knights, and he looks at each one of you as you feel his commanding air become more prominent.

"Camelot needs all of you as its protectors. I am counting on all of you while I and Morgan are away. Will you promise me that?" Each one of you stood up.

"Aye" Sir Agravain says as he lays his sword on the table.

"You know me brother, if this is what you need." Sir Kay lays down his sword.

"Aye, especially since you aren't about to change your mind." Sir Bedivere lay his sword down as the rest of the room chuckled.

You waited until you were the last knight who has yet to lay down their sword. Looking into his eyes, you express as much love as you can as you stood across him.

"I shall do as you desire." Then you finally put your sword down. You hope he could see the love you had for him. You hoped that his smile was largely from your feelings.

"Thank you all. Don't be too rough with Mordred while I'm away." Mordred, a young orphaned boy just beginning his adolescence, and a knight in training flushed with embarrassment.

"Your majesty, that's not necessary."

"Mordred, I don't know what's going to happen while I'm away. For the meantime sir Kay will be in charge of your training. But if anything should happen don't hesitate to tell me when I return, alright?"

Mordred nodded with reluctance, before Arthur embraced him and he responded with a tight of embrace of his own. Mordred had become an adoptive son of sorts to Arthur. And yet even you couldn't help but be a little bit jealous at how quickly they bonded even though he isn't included among Arthur's confidants. Arthur looks up to you as he continues to embrace Mordred and using his eyes he glances at Guin before he gazes back at you.

Take care of her.

You give a subtle nod.

Of course beloved.

As I have said, I shall do anything you desire.

Had you known what was going to happen, you would have secretly sought a way for you to join Arthur's personal pilgrimage.

Not too soon after Arthur and Morgan had departed, a delegation from a ruler called the Fisher King had arrived to seek help on behalf of it's ruler. The delegation was lead by his daughter Elaine, with whom you have all given the standard care and respect. It wasn't lost on you that she was infatuated with you. It wasn't the first time a lady was infatuated with you but you have learned to ignore or polite turn down their affections.

You went through the secret passage which brought you to Guin's private chambers. You were in nothing but your night clothes to enable you to be faster in returning to your own chambers.

Upon your arrival you were surprised to experience the room in near complete darkness. Usually Guin would leave at least one candle still lighted if there wasn't a full moon in the sky. It was a moonless night, and yet the chamber had not even a small candlelight to guide the way.

You immediately experience what you thought was her lips. At the back of your mind you noted that she was a lot more eager than usual. Whenever the two of you would meet in her chambers she would be more careful with her steps in case there were spies lurking just outside of her chambers. Neither of you could take the risk of being discovered. That night, although she was still light in her steps, they weren't as quiet as she normally was.

Something was not right.

You realize this as you found yourself laying on her bed.

You have never made love to Guin on her bed.

The servants would easily find out and then your secret affair would be discovered. And so you two would make love on the rugs which provided some warmth from the cold as the heat of your bodies and kisses would provide the rest.

You two have made love in almost everywhere using almost every furniture. It was easier to clean up and once you were done, one of you would just open the window to allow the air to remove the scent of your passion. It was only when you two were thoroughly cleaned as you can be, that the bed was used for rest. On most nights you would only lay by her side and wait for her to sleep before silently getting dressed and returned to your room.

"Wait - who are you?" You ask as you hold her hands to stop her from taking your trousers off from your legs.

"What do you mean?"

"You're a stranger, you did this on purpose didn't you." You replied in a whisper that contained your disgust.

"I love you Lancelot. And I'll show how good of a lover I am." The stranger says in Guin's voice as she tries to lean in for another kiss.

You hold your hand against her.

"No, this stops now."

"Hmph, well if you will behave that way." You suddenly feel your body freeze and yourself forcibly erect.

"No!"

"Oh shush, I don't want us to be interrupted. Now, just in case you really won't give in, I need to take something only you can give."

"Wha-" A sensation of unease overwhelms you. You were horrified. This sensation would only come to you in the midst of pleasure with Guinevere. But here you are frozen and in pain as you felt your body release without your will.

"Ah yes, here we are." From what little you could make with your eyes, you see the stranger still in the form of Guin magically guide your release into a glass container.

"This is for later, I'm not surprised that you tend to give so much." The stranger tucks it away as the stranger spreads her legs in Guin's form and was prepared to sink into you.

"WHO ARE YOU?!" Guin screams as she barges in her own chambers through the secret passage with Merlin following her.

"Shit." The stranger says as she immediately gets off you. The moment she does, Guin holds her down against the floor. Merlin immediately assesses you in your frozen state traumatized state.

"A simple freezing spell with multiple layers. Can you speak?" You try to but your mouth now refuses to move.

"Don't fret, I know the counter spell, but it may take awhile."

In your periphery you see a flash of light as Guin stands up and brushes some of the dirt off her clothes.

"Lancelot? Darling what happened?"

"He can't talk now Guinevere, you may have to wait till morning. How are you feeling?" Guin rubs her temple as she let's out an uneasy groan.

"I had expected I might be a target for assassinations, but I never thought that I was slowly drinking my way to sleep since the arrival of our guests."

"The sleeping potion was poured into all the drinks that was used to entertain the Princess Elaine. My guess is that the Princess and those closest to her, took the antidote and was able to somehow pour it in all the drinks used to welcome them. Now aren't you glad your majesty that I refuse to partake in such celebrations? Otherwise who knows what may have happened."

Guinevere shakes her head.

"I don't want to think on what may happen. I will have some words for her in the morning should she still be here."

A knock from the main door of her chambers startled her. She goes to see who it is as Merlin continues to heal you and remove the spell while making sure to shield you from whomever was entering. You're not sure how much you could trust Merlin with the secret of your affair. Like Morgan he was first and foremost on Arthur's side. And although he may be healing you now, you're not sure if you've gained an ally or an enemy.

"Mordred? What are you doing this late-?"

"Your majesty, the Princess and the entire delegation left. It-it's as if they disappeared into thin air after several bursts of light." Mordred says as he takes a breath after saying his message a little too fast.

"Everyone of them?"

"Yes your majesty. All they were saying is that they got what they came for. I'm not sure what they mean my Queen since it seems like nothing was taken from the treasury or anything valuable."

An eerie silence follows.

"I see."

Guin says in one of the harshest tones you've heard from her.

"Ma-ma'am?"

"Mordred, tell the knights that after we break our fast we will be having a meeting at the round table. I'm not angry at you, I'm angry at our new enemies."

"Ye-yes my Queen."

When he leaves, she came to your side.

"Don't worry my love, I will send a message to Arthur to encourage him to return to us. Just rest now, don't rush, you need to recover."

And after seeing her comforting smile you allow yourself to descend into dreams of both her and Arthur in your arms.

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glowingscholars · 1 year

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AN ESSENTIAL BOND (INTRO)

INTRODUCTORY DU’AAU

وَٱلَّذِينَ يَقُولُونَ رَبَّنَا هَبۡ لَنَا مِنۡ أَزۡوَٰجِنَا وَذُرِّيَّٰتِنَا قُرَّةَ أَعۡيُنٍ وَٱجۡعَلۡنَا لِلۡمُتَّقِينَ إِمَامًا

“And those who say, ‘Our Lord! Grant us in our spouses and our offspring a joyful sight, for us, (comfort of our eyes, so that we see them obedient to You), and make us paragons, of virtue, for the God-fearing'”.

Q25: 74.

EVERYTHING IN PAIRS FOR REASON

وَمِن كُلِّ شَىۡءٍ خَلَقۡنَا زَوۡجَيۡنِ لَعَلَّكُمۡ تَذَكَّرُونَ

“And of all things We created pairs, (two kinds, such as male and female, heaven and earth, sun and moon, plain and mountain, summer and winter, sweet and bitter, light and darkness), that perhaps you might remember (and hence realise that the Creator of pairs is [Himself] Singular, that you might then worship him)”.

Q51: 49.

SPOUSE FOR US FROM OURSELVES

وَٱللَّهُ جَعَلَ لَكُم مِّنۡ أَنفُسِكُمۡ أَزۡوَٰجًا وَجَعَلَ لَكُم مِّنۡ أَزۡوَٰجِكُم بَنِينَ وَحَفَدَةً وَرَزَقَكُم مِّنَ ٱلطَّيِّبَٰتِۚ أَفَبِٱلۡبَٰطِلِ يُؤۡمِنُونَ وَبِنِعۡمَتِ ٱللَّهِ هُمۡ يَكۡفُرُونَ

“And Allaah made for you mates from your own selves, (thus He created Eve from Aadam’s rib and [created] all mankind from the seminal fluids of men and women), and made for you, from your mates, children and grandchildren, and He provided you with the good things, (of [all] kinds of fruits, seeds and animals). Is it then in falsehood, (in the idol), that they believe and in the grace of Allaah that they disbelieve (when they associate others with God)?”

Q16: 72

Allaah is great…

A WRITER WROTE:

“A happy and successful marriage is a necessary goal for anyone who is either already married or is thinking about it…”

“Building the family is essential for the establishment of this Deen (Islam). The family is the cornerstone of the social structure. A successful and purposeful marriage is the indispensable foundation of this cornerstone. A purposeless and weak foundation will not bear any fruit in any marriage….”

SEEK THE ONE WITH FAITH

In marriage, the first element to be considered is the choice of spouse.

Many people place their priority on wealth, beauty and family line, this is very good, but should be after faith is considered, as it is the most important must sought for.

In a Hadeeth from Abu Hurayrah, the narration found in the collections of Bukhaaree and Muslim, the Prophet said:

“A woman is married for one of these for reasons, for her beauty, her wealth, her genealogy or her faith. So, seek then the one with faith, may you then be successful”.

For what a woman should seek for in a man, the Prophet said, the narration is in the collections of Tirmeedhee and Ibn Maajah:

“When a man whose good character and faith is beloved and accepted by you come for marriage, then marry him. If you do not do that (and marry him), there will be a great fitnah and disruption on the earth”.

Is that not what we see today?

Ordinarily, no man with faith will not source for money and handle a woman well, just the same way, a woman with faith will preserve her beauty and look after the home well…

POST NO. 18

For the newly married, say to them:

بارك الله لك، وبارك عليك، وجمع بينكما في خير

“May Allaah bless for you (your spouse), make you blessed and bring you together (join you two) in goodness”

GIVE GIFTS

Gifts are allowed and very much encouraged during or after wedding.

The Prophet said:

“Exchange gifts, and this will bring love amongst you” (Bukhaaree).

Make sure it is from something permissible and not extravagant.

GREETINGS

Greeting your husband upon entering home:

Oh sister, know that you will neither obtain lofty mannerisms nor a healthy marital life until you greet your husband like the greeting of the most gracious of hostesses to their guests. Be keen in rushing to welcome your husband upon entering the home with a warm embrace [as this shows you were looking forward to see him and hence makes him feel loved].

Kiss him with love and respect, a kiss of affection and enthusiastic desire. For this will cause him to have a strong bond with you, and in turn he will come to recognize your rights over him.

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LIGHT OF LIFE 301

John 1:4

UNITY OF THE BODY 4 – UNITY FOREVER 1

Eph 4:2-3 Be humble and gentle in every way. Be patient with each other and lovingly accept each other. THROUGH THE PEACE THAT TIES YOU TOGETHER, DO YOUR BEST TO MAINTAIN THE UNITY THAT THE SPIRIT GIVES. GW

So now you can ask: “why the strong emphasis on Unity of the body and church?”

The answer lies in the reason for the creation of the earth and Humans and we’ve said some of these in earlier sessions.

Rev 12:3-4 Then another sign appeared in heaven: A HUGE RED DRAGON that had seven heads and ten horns, and on its heads were seven diadem crowns. NOW THE DRAGON’S TAIL SWEPT AWAY A THIRD OF THE STARS IN HEAVEN AND HURLED THEM TO THE EARTH. Then the dragon stood before the woman who was about to give birth, so that he might devour her child as soon as it was born. NET

Lucifer deceived and misled a third of God’s Angels from heaven into a rebellion against God, back in heaven.

There are things we would want to believe are very impossible to do against God, right?

Well, it is easier to understand that God just permitted many things because of His intent to use the situation later. Remember that with God, “all things work together for good…”.

Rev 12:7-9 THEN A WAR BROKE OUT IN HEAVEN. MICHAEL AND HIS ANGELS HAD TO FIGHT a war with the serpent. THE SERPENT AND ITS ANGELS FOUGHT. But it was not strong enough, and there was no longer any place for them in heaven. THE HUGE SERPENT WAS THROWN DOWN. That ancient snake, named Devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world, was thrown down to earth. ITS ANGELS WERE THROWN DOWN WITH IT. GW

The Angels (sons) of God are called Angels of the devil after the fall. The devil made them “decamp” from God’s army and join him and to fight against same God.

Imagine that happening to a house and what the owner of the House would do subsequently to guard His house against reoccurrence.

Joh 17:21-23 THAT THEY WILL ALL BE ONE, JUST AS YOU, FATHER, ARE IN ME AND I AM IN YOU. I pray that they WILL BE IN US, so that the world will believe that you sent me. THE GLORY YOU GAVE TO ME I HAVE GIVEN TO THEM, THAT THEY MAY BE ONE JUST AS WE ARE ONE – I in them and you in me – THAT THEY MAY BE COMPLETELY ONE, SO THAT THE WORLD WILL KNOW THAT YOU SENT ME, and you have loved them just as you have loved me. NET

You can see the great emphasis Jesus places in prayer over Unity, right?

You must understand how important this is to God, beloved. Jesus said He gave us His Glory, SO THAT we may become one, just as He and God is one.

I actually wonder why He doesn’t include the Angels in that “ONENESS” statement. We all shall be “almost” exactly like angels, according to Scriptures.

Luk 20:35-36 BUT IN THE FUTURE WORLD no one who is worthy to rise from death will either marry or die. THEY WILL BE LIKE THE ANGELS AND WILL BE GOD'S CHILDREN, BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN RAISED TO LIFE. CEV

But we know that when we have risen in Rapture and the dead resurrected to meet Christ, there will be a marriage supper with Jesus, right?

We will be United as one with Him forever and nothing dares come between us ever again. This indicates God’s intended relationship with Man forever [as ONE].

Rev 19:7-9 Let us rejoice, be happy, and give him glory because IT'S TIME FOR THE MARRIAGE OF THE LAMB. HIS BRIDE HAS MADE HERSELF READY. She has been given the privilege of wearing dazzling, pure linen." This fine linen represents the things that God's holy people do that have his approval. Then the angel said to me, "Write this: 'Blessed are those who are invited to the lamb's wedding banquet.'" He also told me, "These are the true words of God." GW

Please be careful to note that the emphasis of the Marriage feast of the Lamb is not just about being with Jesus but about Unity – being ONE with God forever.

I have to repeat this seriously. You should thence understand the reason why God’s mission in building the church is all about us becoming Jesus.

Rom 8:29-30 Those whom God had already chosen HE ALSO SET APART TO BECOME LIKE HIS SON, SO THAT THE SON WOULD BE THE FIRST AMONG MANY BELIEVERS. And so those whom God set apart, he called; and those he called, he put right with himself, and HE SHARED HIS GLORY WITH THEM. GNB

Why is God’s emphasis on making us become exactly like Jesus?

Simple: Jesus is the only one truly united with Him [so far] and would never disappoint, deny or offend Him, but will do His whole will.

Luk 3:22 THE HOLY SPIRIT CAME DOWN IN THE FORM OF A DOVE, AND A VOICE CAME FROM HEAVEN, SAYING, YOU ARE MY DEARLY LOVED SON, WITH WHOM I AM WELL PLEASED. BBE

There are practically about 3 times that God said this of Jesus publicly.

There are very few times God would openly declare the loyalty of anyone to Himself. Job was such a man, though not like Jesus.

Job 1:8 Then the LORD said to Satan, "HAVE YOU NOTICED MY SERVANT JOB? THERE IS NO ONE ON EARTH LIKE HIM. He is a good, faithful man. He respects God and refuses to do evil." ERV

Jesus would always do what pleases the Father and bring Him Honour without any thought for His own person.

This is practically why God’s wants us to become like His Son: Do you get this?

Joh 8:28-29 Then Jesus said, “When you lift up the Son of Man, then you will know that I am he, and I do nothing on my own initiative, BUT I SPEAK JUST WHAT THE FATHER TAUGHT ME. And the one who sent me is with me. HE HAS NOT LEFT ME ALONE, BECAUSE I ALWAYS DO THOSE THINGS THAT PLEASE HIM.” NET

Also, God wants Sons around Him to whom He can commit His Divine Power without any regrets over abuse – like Lucifer did.

Anybody agrees that no Minister of God, alive or dead now, even really had as much power in Ministry as Jesus when He was on earth.

It always seems it is because Jesus is God anyways, but it’s really because God, who entrusted His Power to Jesus, could trust Him completely.

Joh 3:34-35 “The One whom God has sent to represent him will speak the words of God, FOR GOD HAS POURED OUT UPON HIM THE FULLNESS OF THE HOLY SPIRIT WITHOUT LIMITATION. THE FATHER LOVES HIS SON SO MUCH THAT ALL THINGS HAVE BEEN GIVEN INTO HIS HANDS. TPT

Please keep your finger on this thought till next session, as I pray for you that God will find you worthy to unite with Himself forever, in Jesus name.

Join us on Monday for more digging in as we proceed with this enlightening subtopic.

Keep Shinning!

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Sad Ending

Pairing: Damian Wayne x Reader

Warnings: Death, blood, injuries, what have you.

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: When you're reunited with Damian after year's of being apart, what he doesn't know is that you're there to say goodbye

A/N: This didn't quite turn out how it played out in my head but ig that's partly because I wasn't able to put in the filler parts in between cuz it just didn't fit. In hindsight I could've written a few more k's of words to fit it in but I reached my limit so I hope y'all enjoy it.

Your eyes were trained onto the figure in the crowd of the gala. The same figure it had been pinned to for a few weeks now and it would continue to be that way for as long as you could.

Damian Wayne was just as beautiful as you remembered him, with sharp eyes and a gorgeous face that had your heart leaping to your throat with a simple look. But you believed that the world wasn’t blessed with eyes gifted enough to see the true beauty of him.

A beauty that only someone who knew him on the inside would.

Everything about him was compelling, gorgeous, familiar. You watched him from afar in longing, wishing that you could go up to him but still you kept your distance, fearing the worst if he knew you were here.

Still, you remained selfish, indulging in your desires to get whatever glimpse of him that you could. You kept him away from you however, knowing that once you got a taste of him, you wouldn't be able to pull back.

But it was tough, you had missed him, so much.

Even so, you were content simply watching him.

You thought you were sneaky, that Damian didn't notice. Of course, you overestimated yourself, or underestimated him. And of course, in the traditional Wayne fashion, you had to expose yourself in the most dramatic and eccentric way possible.

The famous Damian Wayne, son of reputable and not to mention rich Bruce Wayne was attacked at the bank by a bunch of thugs, armed with weapons. The security was taken out swiftly and you imagined that Damian would quickly disarm the man threatening him with a knife.

Instead, he made no move, not even bothering to look remotely interested and just held up his hands like he was bored. The bandit, trigger-happy and confused, pulled back the blade in his hand, to try and stab him.

The crowd gasped and whimpered but were silenced by the man pointing a gun at them. Damian still didn't look phased. Instead, he lazily tilted his head until his eyes locked on your figure, hidden in the shadows. You stopped dead, watching carefully as he stared at you, completely tuning out the man putting his life in peril.

When the thug moved again, to try and stab him and Damian still didn't make any move, you leaped from your place before your mind could even process it, wedging yourself between the both of them and quickly disarming the man.

He fell to the ground, screaming in pain when you knocked the weapon out of his hands and then twisted his arm, hearing the painful crack of his shoulder getting pulled out of its socket.

You glared at the man behind you from the corner of your eye, "You could've gotten hurt."

He shrugged, "I knew you'd step in to protect me."

You scoffed, "You put a lot of faith in someone you haven't seen in years."

He just smirked in the infuriating way you knew he would before moving from behind you as more men came at you. With his help it didn't take long before they were all on the ground, either knocked out or groaning in pain.

"Um, can someone call an ambulance for these guys?"

When you turned, Damian was watching you with a small smile and your heart fluttered in your chest. You should've kept him at an arm's distance, you should have left but in the moment all you wanted to do was be in his arms.

Before you could even help yourself, you crashed into his chest like a falling star, wrapping your arms around his waist and breathing in the familiar scent of him. He held you tightly against him, cradling your head lovingly and gently pressed a kiss to your hairline.

"The league." You whispered to him, remembering why you were here.

Damian shushed you, tightening his arms around you and you were in a safe haven, sighing in relief against him. For a second, all the fear and guilt you had been feeling melted away.

Nothing else mattered as long as you were in his arms.

"We can discuss it back at home, (Y/N)." He muttered, now pulling away so he could lead you away from the police and reporters to his car.

You stared at your fingers intertwined with Damián’s, the engagement ring on your finger glimmering brightly under the sunlight and smiled unconsciously.

"I missed you." You sighed, feeling his fingers tighten around yours. Damian spared you another smile over his shoulder before you caught up with him, leaning into his arm.

"Me too, beloved."

****

"You should get some rest, beloved." Damian muttered, as the others began leaving the room. Your shoulders were still tense but you managed a smile, nodding at him.

"I'll just wash up and join you."

He smiled gently at you, raising your hand and placing a fluttering kiss to your knuckles before leaving. You watched the door as it slid shut and it was only then you let your expressions melt back onto your face.

"You may have the others fooled, but don't think for a second that you've pulled the wall over my eyes." Came from behind you and you froze, eyes widening.

You spun around to see Damian's brother, Tim, inch his way closer to you, figure stiff and guard up.

"Because Damian knows you, I'll assume your identity to be true. Damian was quick to trust you and the others followed suit but something's not adding up. Why are you here?"

His eyes were sharp and his gaze cut right through you. You didn't realize it but your hands were shaking even though you tried hard to maintain your composure.

"I—I told you," You croaked, cringing at your suddenly choked voice, "I was giving up on this life. I'm turning over a new leaf and hiding from the League until that happens."

"Then why come here?"

"I told you—"

"I don't believe you. You know why? Here's the problem with your story." He spoke, coolly, "Take it as a puzzle. The puzzle pieces all fit, but the picture, doesn't make sense. Why come here? When you're on the run from the League of Assassins no less?"

You were floundering, quite pathetically you might add, unable to think when your mind was flurrying so violently. It didn't help that Tim was speaking in such a condescending and strict manner that it intimidated you.

"Here's what I think happened; either you're here to lead the League to Damian, waiting until he's vulnerable and his guard is down to strike." He spat, "Or, you're not running from them at all. You're waiting until they find you."

You hesitantly raised your eyes to meet his, "You can't tell Damian."

"Since you even tried to entertain the fact that I'd hide Damian means that it's the latter. But why?"

"I was hand-chosen by Talia to be Damian's betrothed since birth. They handed me down to one of the main sergeants to be raised as their own. Except, they weren't that happy to have me." You explained, watching as his features smoothened over with realization.

The gears in his head were turning and you could only assume what was going on in his mind. He was a great detective; you could understand why he had Ra's' acknowledgement. But that made you all the more nervous, trembling hands holding onto the material of your shirt tightly.

"I was raised by them to be the perfect daughter, the perfect wife. As the person who was going to continue the 'Al Ghul' bloodline. However, soon after I was already perceived as a failure." You murmured, keeping your voice low in fear of any other Wayne's poking their head around and over-hearing.

"When Damian left the League to stay with Bruce." Tim realized and you nodded.

"Things just got worse after that. I sustained an injury from a mission and couldn't walk for a few months. My step-family was called on a mission for the last few of my recovery. When they returned, they were unaware of my progress but I decided to keep up the act that I was still unable to take care of myself. It was a few nights after that I heard them plotting to kill me since I became a liability and a shame to the family."

The man in front of you chuckled humourlessly, rubbing his tired face with his palm, "What kind of fucked up Cinderella story is this?"

You shared his sentiment, "Only difference to the original is that my prince never came. So, I had to take matters into my own hand."

Tim's eyes widened, "(Y/N), why is the league after you?"

You released a shuddering breath, "Damian can't find out."

He bristled, "Damian would protect you."

"And that's exactly why he can't find out. Damian would die to protect me, and if he tries to step in that's exactly what's going to happen."

"Then why come here? Why bring it to our home?"

You hid your face in your hands, "I didn't mean to. I just wanted to be selfish one last time. I was completely content with just watching him from a distance, I guess I overestimated my abilities. When we met, I was hoping he'd turn me away. I was hoping he'd tell me that he moved on and never wanted to see me again. I was hoping he'd tell me that he didn't feel anything for me."

Your eyes began watering and you felt the urge to hide and cry. Everything was getting messed up. Guilt took over you when you remembered how bright Damian's face was when he saw you, how right his hand felt in yours. How could you do this to him?

"Damian would want to know." Tim told you softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder but your body stiffened up. He couldn't find out. He just couldn't.

"Are you really willing to put the life of your brother at risk for a girl you just met today?"

"You seem awfully keen to die." He commented, and you felt slight grief at his words. Of course, you didn't want to die. Not now, not when you were finally back in Damian's arms. Not ever.

You sniffled, biting your lip, "Damian shouldn't have to pay for my sins. I do."

His hand tightened on your shoulder and you found comfort in the warmth you could feel through your clothes, "I'll keep your secret."

Sighing in relief, you hugged him tightly, "Thank you."

****

When Damian woke up, his eyes flickered between the lamp beside him on the nightstand and then to the window. It was still dark outside, he assumed that he was woken up because of his usual schedule. It wasn't like him to miss patrol but the others suggested that he take a day off to rest.

He turned his neck to see that you weren't in bed beside him and wondered if last night had been a dream. It wouldn't have been the first time that he dreamt of you being by his side. But he remembered how much his heart pounded, he remembered feeling shocks all over his skin when he touched you.

And then he noticed the way the other side of the bed was mussed up, like someone had been sleeping there and he absently reached for that side, running his fingers up and down the fabric like he would be able to feel some residual warmth from your body.

Instead, the pads of his fingers came into contact with something coarse. His brows furrowed and he grabbed it between his fingers, realizing it was a folded piece of paper. Squinting and sitting up, he got a better look at it, recognizing his name scrawled in your handwriting.

'Damian.

I'm sorry that you'll have to find out this way but the League found my location a little earlier than expected. I'm going into hiding tonight. It's likely we'll never see each other again. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you this in person. Even though I know this is a missed opportunity for it and I should have summoned up the courage to say goodbye, I just couldn't stand the thought. And I couldn't watch myself break your heart. Please forgive me for this. I never wanted our lives to turn out this way, but I can't keep running away from reality and towards my desires anymore. You deserve so much more than I could ever even hope to offer you. And I know this is another mistake I'm making, but I left the ring you gave me. Thank you for giving it to me, but I think it belongs to someone else.

I love you, and I'm sorry.

-(Y/N)'

His heart rate picked up, skimming over the words a few more times. This had to be some sort of trick, he tried to decipher your words, tried to see if there were any clues, any codes but his heart clenched in his chest when he realized there was none. He pulled back the covers in a frantic motion and sure enough, the engagement ring you were given on your 18th was glimmering, abandoned by you.

Blood hammered through his ears and he threw off the covers, getting to his feet and sprinting through the doors. His feet pounded against the hardwood floors and then the metal floors of the Batcave.

"Damian? What're you doing up?" Dick asked, raising a brow as Damian marched his way down to the Bat Computer before pushing Tim out of the way and pulling up the Manor security cameras. You had managed to avoid all of them. Of course.

"We have to find (Y/N)." He said, not turning his eyes off the screen.

"(Y/N)? Wasn't she in bed with you?"

"If she was in my bed then I wouldn't be down here trying to find her, now would I?!" He bit back and then held out the note for Dick to read. Once he got through it, Dick squeezed his younger brother's shoulder as a sign of comfort.

"Don't worry, Little D, we'll find her."

"Damian, she said she doesn't want to be found. Don't you think you should listen to her and trust that she knows what's best?" Tim asked from behind him, hoping to get his brother to relax but Damian's back tensed up before he turned to his brother.

"You know something."

Tim froze, "What?"

But before he could even think of a cover story, Damian was grasping him by his collar, holding him to eye level to look the devil's grandson in the eye, "What are you not telling me, Drake?"

Realizing he's been caught, Tim pushed his hands off him, turning so that his back was facing him, "Doesn't matter. (Y/N) said she didn't want you to find out and I promised her."

He felt a little helpless watching Tim's back facing him. He didn't feel like himself. Every second that Damian spent away from you, when he knew that you could be in trouble had every part of him, every fibre of his being, every cell in his body ache with a pain he had never felt before.

Never in his life would he have thought that he would be brought to his knees by someone. But you held all the power over him and Damian would gladly kneel before you, his queen. And now he couldn't stand being away from you, he couldn't bear the ache in his nerves when he couldn't feel your skin under his.

"Tim." The silence in the cave was deafening as everyone looked between the two youngest brothers, "Please."

It was then Tim began doubting his choice. He bit his lip uncertainly, avoiding Damian's gaze and he looked to his feet, "She said she didn't want you to find out."

"Tell me."

And he did.

****

Your fingers were curled tightly around the handle of your sword, breaths coming out in sharp labours as you tried to deflect each of their offenses. There were too many of them, too many for you to take and even though you were able to dodge and counter most of their attacks, there could still hit you.

You were bloodied and shaking but you still refused to give up without a fight. They'd regret ever underestimating you, ever thinking that you were nothing more than a way to continue the Al Guhl bloodline. You were much more than that and they'd only see a fraction of it tonight.

Your resolved hardened in your veins as you sliced through another soldier, feeling more determined to get through this fight as the victor. Even though deep down you knew that it wouldn't change the end of your life, they'd never stop trying to hunt you down. But at least this way you'd put up a fight.

It was getting harder and harder to keep up the momentum, your speed and agility was retarding fast and decelerating with each hit you took. The wounds and cuts etched into your skin burned as you moved, blood dripping down your arms and legs.

Your body began going rigid, shocking in its movements momentarily as you kept flipping and manoeuvring yourself to doge the hits. That came to be a fatal mistake when your body locks up when you blocked one of the assassins, swords clashing together in the familiar sound of metal on metal.

Another came at you and your joints were locked in place, unable to move. Your mind blanked out and before you could slide the sword out to counter the other you heard someone scream your name.

You felt arms wrap tightly around your middle.

You saw green eyes.

And then you felt piercing pain in through your chest.

Damian heard you gasp in his ear and his grunt of pain echoed through your head as the katana went through him. Tears immediately clouded your vision when you felt fire burn across your middle, the blade of the sword buried into you as a painful reminder.

"Damian." You sobbed when you felt his knees buckle against yours. His body wanted to collapse, he couldn't stay standing much longer but you knew that if either of you moved, in an unsynced motion from each other, it could cause more pain to the other.

It was getting harder to breathe. You were choking on your own blood as the metallic taste filled your mouth. The sword had gone through Damian's lower abdomen but it had gone straight through your chest.

Your fingers dug into the back of his shirt, crying out into his neck, "Why did you come here?! Why didn't you stay away?"

With trembling fingers, he raised your chin so that your eyes would meet his. He was crying, the scorching pain forcing out more tears. Even then he wrenched a smile on his face.

"There's no one else in the entire universe I'd want by my side more than you. The ring is yours, my love."

Like as if on que, both your bodies crumbled towards the ground. The sword moved painfully through you and a garbled shriek left your mouth, muffled by the blood crawling up your throat.

Your head fell to Damian's chest and you heard the sound of his faint heartbeat, the sound getting farther and farther away as minutes passed. His arms were still wrapped around your waist in a lover's grasp, bodies pinned together until eventually everything went black.

Your prince came back for you this time.

What a shame the story had a sad ending.

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Freddie smiles softly twirling around in the mirror, “Come here son.” Jer says softly, her hand shaking some as she holds the makeup brush.

Freddie kneels down and his mother gingerly applies the makeup to her beloved son’s face. She stands on her tippy toes and kisses his head, beautiful dark hair cut short and tight. Jer smiles fondly remembering her own wedding and how much Freddie is looking just like his father.

She helps him down the hall, through the big oak doors that creak and lead them outside to the makeshift altar. She helps her son down the aisle. The minister smiles at them as Jim looks like he wants to cry or faint, “And who’s giving away our beautiful groom today?”

“I am.” Jer smiles proudly handing her son off and sitting beside her husband in one of the chairs.

The couple look at each tear in their eyes and smiles on their faces. Here was their fairytale wedding, they can finally be today as husband and husband. This was the day, this chill September day.

The minister clears his throat, “Marriage is an integral part of the human tradition. Let us remember, as we stand here before the Elements , that the vows taken today hold great importance, just as they did to our ancestors. As individuals, we make the choice to enter the union of marriage in order to share all aspects of ourselves with our soulmate. Today, this is true for Freddie and Jim,” he takes a pause, “In times past it was believed that the human soul shared characteristics with all things divine. It is this belief which assigned virtues to the cardinal directions; East, South, West and North. It is in this tradition that a blessing is offered in support of this ceremony.”

The minister looks to the couple, “Let us watch them become a union today and celebrate the rest of their lives together as one. May the vows begin.”

Jim’s hands shake as he pulls out the notecards, “Although it is until death do us part, I know that we will never truly part because our souls are made for each other. I promise that each kiss will be filled with more love than the last and that our days together will grow in love and devotion. From today onward, you and I will be one in heart, body and mind. Let us build a home, a life and a family from our bonds of true love and our vows to stick together through all life’s challenges. I take you as my partner, my soulmate, the love of my life.”

Freddie ducks his head down as the tears flow, Jim’s calloused hand caresses his cheek, “It’s okay angel, it’s okay.”

Freddie sniffs and looks up at him, “As I have spent my whole life looking for my other half, I knew it was you from the moment we met. I never knew that life could be a dream until I met you, Jimmy. I love to hold you in my arms each night. You are the best thing about me.” Freddie’s voice shakes, “To promise to love you in sickness and in health, in good and in bad is the easiest promise I’ve ever made, because vowing to love you was something I decided when I first met you.”

Jim chokes back his tears yet they still feel as he looks at Freddie this beautiful creature was his forever. His heart was joined with his forever. The minister hands them a small sapling and the couple plant in the prepared ground,

“With this tree it shall grow just like your love for each other as the years pass. It shall show your love for centuries to come.” The minister declares to the happy couple, “Now we may exchange rings.”

The little Ring Bear was Roger’s son Felix he charged as fast as he could at the couple, “Rawr!” Felix shouts as Roger chases after him telling him to be careful. Felix’s skids to a stop and his trousers fall down to his ankles. He holds up the pillow, “Ta-dah, unca F’eddie! Unca Jim!”

Freddie looks up at red faced Roger huffing and puffing like he ran a marathon to England to Wales and back, “Darling where’s his pants?”

“Don’t… Don’t..” harsh gasping interrupts him, “Know he.. he had them on this morning.” Roger pants trying to cover his child,

Feilx looks at his daddy sweetly, “I went poopy!”

“In your pants?” Roger seems to turn even redder as he yanks Felix’s trousers up. The little one nods hard as Roger quickly hands Freddie the rings and goes to deal with his child.

The crowd breaks down laughing and it takes a minute to continue the celebration. The minister clears his throat and hands Jim one of the rings. Jim looks at Freddie sweetly, whose makeup has smudged some since the wedding began, “With this ring I give you my love and soul.”

He slides it onto his finger, Freddie seems to melt as he puts Jim’s ring on him. The minister smiles, “With the power invested in me in the city of Kingston I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may kiss the groom!”

Freddie slings his arms around Jim’s chonky neck kissing him passionately. The crowd cheers for them, Freddie cries into the kiss. He pulls away to look at Jim, his husband. Soon the music begins to play and the newlyweds step out onto the dance floor. Freddie rests his head on Jim’s chest as they slowly dance together as husbands for the first time. Their bodies tied together in sync as they dance, Jim’s thick fingers run down Freddie’s back, the older man’s heart beats as Jim pulls him closer.

Elvis’ velvet voice plays over the speakers as Freddie closes his eyes savoring the moment as he breathes in Jim’s scent and takes in everything around him. Jim leans down whispering in Freddie’s ear singing along to the music just for him to hear, “Take my whole life too, for I can’t help falling in love with you.”

Together they become one, their souls bound together even death will not take them apart. For they are one mind and soul now. Together as one forever and ever. This is their fairytale ending.

Oh god, you wrote a fic🥺 This is so beautiful, I have no words. I love the beginning, with Jer and Freddie, and her walking him down the aisle. Then of course, their vows were so beautiful and emotional. And Felix perfectly complemented the emotional atmosphere with his sweetness and shenanigans. Also, lol Roger. Him chasing his son and being embarrassed was very cute and funny. And of course, the end was so sweet and tender, my heart.

Thank you for the ask🤍

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O Allah, we seek refuge in You from knowledge that does not benefit; and from a heart that is not humbled in devotion to You; and from an eye that does not weep (out of love and awe of You); and from an ego that is never satisfied; and from a supplication that is not heard.

O Allah, grant success and victory to those striving in Your cause, wherever they may be. [Repeated three times]O Allah, grant us success and victory over (the weaknesses of) of our own selves.

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You are my Honey and my Forever Moon

SF9 Inseong x Wife! Reader Fluffy Smut.

ADORABABY ADORABABY ADORABABY ADORABABY ADORABABY ADORABABY

Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. If this piece of fan fiction is offensive to any celebrity, fandom or culture please let me know so I can take it down. Also note that this is my version of a character or celeb, which will vary from person to person.

Author's Note: I finally got to finishing this request!! 🥳 Not gonna lie I kinda like this one lol. I have a free day tomorrow so let's hope I post tomorrow as well🤞

Copyright: Please note that this is my work and if you want to publish this on any other platform, take my permission before doing so. Taking an author's work and posting it somewhere else without any intimation is just disrespectful. I readily welcome suggestions and criticisms. That being said, Happy reading! 🤍

Warnings: 18+ ages and female readers (nothing specified with respect to appearance, etc of reader). Tbh all can read it. Soft sex. Unprotected sex (just don't do this unless you want kids). Probably slow burn I'm not sure. Sexy but soft Inseong 😂. Lmk if I need to add more! Italics is flashback.

Requested: YES. By our fav @inseongsfoxybae

Hey, babe Sush 🥰🥰🥰 Can I request something?

Would you mind writing a honeymoon scenario with Seongie? Smuty and with a lot of softness at the same time 👉🏻👈🏻

Oh babe I hope you like it and that this makes your day a lil better 💞❣

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Staring down at your left ring finger, you traced the new golden band that your finger adorned. Smiling, you remember the moment that changed your life forever. Finally, you were each other's happily ever after. How did you get so lucky to have Kim Inseong fall in love with you, you'll never know. But what you do know, is that there is no one in the world whom you can love as much as him.

You remember the look he gave you just before you got wedded, standing opposite you holding your hands in his, that always fit together like a puzzle, the moment in which you knew, there is no one who will love you as much as him. Seeing his love filled expression, reminded you of every single time he looked at you like that. The first time he saw you on your first date, the first time he saw you all glamed up, the first time he saw your natural perfections, the first time he saw you naked, the first time he kissed you, the first time he smiled at you, the first time he smiled because of you, the first time you made him laugh, the first time he saw you laugh, the first time he saw you dance your little happy dance because you got your favourite food, the first time you told him you loved him, the first time you held him when he cried, the first time you let him sleep on top of you after a long day and the first time he realized you were the one he was looking for his entire life.

And since all those firsts, he's looked at you the same way. Because he doesn't know how else to look at you. You, his soulmate, his eternal love, his forever and forevermore.

Gathering the crowd's attention, the officiate began the ceremony.

"Dearly beloved, we are present here, to experience the blessed union of Ms. Y/N L/N and Mr. Kim Inseong. As I start, I have a passage to read, written by me, about falling in love.

When you hear the word falling, it's generally assumed to be a neutral word. No one prefers to fall willingly. But falling in love, is one of the purest ways to use the word falling. Not a single person is scared of falling like this. Falling from a height of course is scary for most." The crowd laughs at this remark. Smiling, the officiate continued.

"Well now really when we go back then to falling in love. And say it's crazy. We don't say rising into love. The moment you enter any kind of human undertaking relationship, you've given yourself up. But this is the most powerful thing that can be done. Surrender, you see. And love, is an act of surrender to another person. I give myself to you.

These two young people standing here, in front of each other, have surrendered themselves to one another, creating a strong bond, and I pray, that it only gets stronger with time." Staring into each other's teary yet love filled eyes, Y/N and Inseong slipped on a band on their ring fingers to indicate their eternal love.

"What are you thinking about my love? " Handing you a glass of champagne, your husband asked you.

"Just..... Us. "

"Us? " He questions chuckling, sitting next to you on the couch in your hotel room, which is rented for your honeymoon.

Humming a yes, you lean in to kiss him. Meeting you halfway, Inseong attached your lips together, as a hand stroked your hair.

"Don't you want to change into your nightwear? " Tilting your head innocently, you looked at your husband in curiosity.

"I kinda have other plans." He said sheepishly grinning at your confused demeanour. Placing the two identical glasses on a table nearby, Inseong grabs your face gently with both his hands, connecting your lips again.

Carefully he moves his hands to your hair, trying to find for things that may hurt you when you laid down on the bed. Removing the U pins from your hairbun, he slowly lets your hair down. Breaking the kiss completely, staring at your with a soft smile, warming your heart, he moves to remove your earrings and other jewelry.

Chewing in anticipation on your bottom lip, you lift your fingers to unbutton the buttons of his dress shirt. This action isn't something foreign to either of you, having done this multiple times before in the past. But this time, today, right now, is just more softer, more intimate.

By the time you finish his dress shirt, he's already pulled down the zipper of your dress.

Admiring you again, he moves his hand to the side of your face, slowly pushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

Moving the same hand to the back of your head, he tilts your head up, engulfing your lips again in a needy kiss. A kiss of this type from him never fails to make you lose balance, lose your sense of presence of mind and makes you aroused enough to close your eyes as a your lower abdomen starts heating up for attention.

Breathing into each other, you stand up taking his hand and pull him towards the bed, stopping at its foot. Slowly you slide off him shirt from his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. Looking up at him through your lashes, you bite your lower lip, as you feel yourself getting wetter by the minute. How can you not be wet when you have such a sexy husband? Smirking a little, Inseong traces your skin from your neck to your shoulders to your back, gliding your dress down near his shirt. Taking your delicate hands in his, he gazes down your body, the tent forming in his pants approving your pretty lingerie. How did he get so lucky to have found you. You goddess of a being, so in love with him, a mere man who worships you more than anything.

Placing your hands around his neck, he leans down to kiss your lush lips, as his hands go down your body, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra, and settling on your waist for a moment, before going down to reach the back of your thighs. Lifting you up without breaking the kiss, Inseong kneels on the bed as your legs wrap around him in instinct. Laying you down lovingly on the bed, your husband looks into your eyes, with that sweet look of his. For him although, he feels like he is looking at you for the first time ever, starting from your forehead to the distance between your eyebrows, to your cute nose and to your parted lips, waiting to be kissed again.

Swallowing in the sight below, his lips find themselves at the base of your jaw. Sucking there lightly, Inseong rolls his hips such that his clothed length rubs against your core. Even with so many layers you could feel the outline of his dick. Kissing down till your neck and collarbone, he continues to grind into you, groaning when he feels your nails scratch his back.

Gasping at a sudden forceful thrust, you wrap your legs tighter around his waist. Detaching his lips from your body, he sits on his knees, looking down at your, enjoying the view of you in your loving needy state. Making eye contact, he unbuckles his belt removing it sexily, followed by his pants and boxers. Placing his hands on your bent knees, he moves his torso up as his hands glide freely from your knees through the top of your thighs, coming to a still on your hips.

Leaning down, Inseong kisses your lips again, as his fingertips trace the upper elastic of your panties. Grabbing ahold of them, he peels your panties down your legs and throws it to the side. One of his hands comes next to your head to support himself up as he stays close to you, kissing till you run out of air in your lungs, while the other takes liberty to part your folds.

Sighing into your mouth, he spreads your wetness from your entrance to your clit, giving it a few strokes to stimulate you more. Moaning into the kiss, you silently beg for more, wanting more, more of him in you, taking you to paradise.

Removing his fingers from your folds, he breaks the kiss just to rile you up more by sucking them as his eyes never left yours. Biting your lip you look at him with pleading eyes. Dropping his cockiness at your cuteness, he slowly guides the head of his cock to your entrance, nudging it in little by little, letting you get used to his size. Pecking your forehead repeatedly Inseong bottoms out into you. Stilling for a moment, he takes your hand in his free hand, bringing it up to kiss your knuckles.

Melting at this sweet gesture, you intertwine your fingers together, as your eyes close overwhelmed by the feeling of his cock starting to move back and forth, in and out of you slowly. Petting your hair with the hand that's next to your head, Inseong joins your lips again, but only for a small kiss. He then proceeds to kiss your cheeks, your nose, your eyebrows, your eyelids, your chin, your jaw, your forehead and back to your lips, all while rutting his pelvis against yours in a loving pace.

This isn't the first time he's made love to you. He's done that multiple times and more. But now, you are his wife and he wants nothing but to take care of you and your burdens and to keep you happy. He wants to spoil you in every way possible. He wants you fulfilled to the maximum extent, and he will do anything for you and your future together to be as perfect as possible.

Moaning his name, when you feel yourself coming closer to the edge, you clench your walls around him. Shuddering in response, he increases his pace to help you both have a blissful orgasm. Nuzzling his nose against yours, he squeezes your intertwined fingers looking back up into your eyes, wordlessly conveying that he is close. So so close to you.

"I love you" He whispers roughly, feeling his release approaching.

"I love you too" You gasp as you tighten your legs around him, clenching your walls as you come undone below your lover. Repeating your name as if it's the only word he knows, Inseong comes down slowly from his high, falling on top of you as slowly as he can.

Pressing your foreheads together, you catch your breath, hugging each other. Setting his head in between your shoulder and neck, Inseong starts to feel drowsy. How cute, you think fondly as you wrap your arms securely around you lover, your husband, playing with his hair as he drifts to sleep with you in his arms, and you following him soon after.

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are there any sources that say how lafayette reacted to the death of washington and his other friends from america??

Hello Anon,

yes, we do know La Fayette’s reaction - pretty exactly actually. George Washington died on December 14, 1799 and La Fayette wrote to Washington’s widow, Martha Washington, on February 28, 1800. The letter is today hold by the Digital Collection from The Washington Library.

Dearest Madam

My Heart Has for So Long a time and So throughly Been known to You, that I Need Not, Nor indeed Could I Express the feelings Which Over Whelm it—While the world is Mourning, and Mankind weeping Over the irreparable Loss, What Must it Be to You, My dear Madam, the object of His Love, the Companion of His Life, the partner of His Sentiments, the Happy witness to All His private and public virtues? What Must it Be to me, Who from My Youth Have Been Blessed with His paternal Adoption, and Who Ever Have deserved it By the Most filial Affection for Him and for You, Who United in Every thing were particularly So in Your kindness to me? - Continue, I beseech you, to Honour me with this Maternal Predilection, the more necessary to me, as in you, dearest Madam, I Both Love and Revere What Remains of My Respected and Beloved General - My Mind is so wed to introduce Him in every thought, every Sentiment, every Concern of Mine that I Hardly Can Believe that, While I am Living, He Has left us, Nor Could I forgive Myself No to Have personally received His Last Blessing. Had I Not the Remembrance of the Advice By Which You know He Has Repeatedly differed My Departure for America - the Circumstances are Coming on Which Had appeared to Him to proper- for Our Meeting - But Alas, in this World We Can No More Meet! I would think it for me a Sacred and Staeing[sic] Duty to Go Over and Mingle My Tears With Yours, Had I not Lately Reentered My Native Country Where, although I Live in perfect Retirement, and With not Have Any thing to do With public affairs, I am Bound to forward the Business of My friends, Several of Whom, Who followed me in 1792, are to the paine[sic] of Being Restored to their Homes and families - I owe it also to My Creditors and Children to pick up the Remains of My fortune - My Son, not Less a partaker in My Grief than in My Obligations and Gratitude, Has the Honour to write to you, and would Have Gone to Mount Vernon, Had Not the Continuation of the War engaged Him in the Military Senite where He expects to Be Soon employed - But we Both Live in the Hope to present You Again, dearest Madam, the personal Homage of our Respectful Love; and everlasting Regrets Shall ever Make us worthy of the parental affection which from the Greatest and Best of Men, which from You, Dear Madam, we Both Had the Happiness to experience - My Wife, With a Mourning, affectionate Heart, joins in My Sentiments, and as well as the Rest of My family Beg to Be More Respectfully, tenderly Remembered to You - Be pleased to let me Hear from You as often as You Can - permit me to Hold with You the Correspondence I Had with My Beloved General and think often of that adoptive Son of His who with dutiful Respect, and warm, Grateful, filial affection Has the Honour to be

dear Madam

Your obedient Servant and friend

Lafayette

Martha Washington replied to La Fayette on October 31, 1800:

Mount Vernon October 31st 1800

Dear Sir

It was not until very lately that your sympathetic and affectionate letter of the 18th of febary reached my hands - The feeling manner in which you have expressed your sense of the loss which I have sustained demands my greatful acknowledgement. The tribute of respectful veneration which has been every where paid to the memory of my dear deceased Husband, and the tender sympathy which my friends have expressed for the irreparable loss, excites my warmest sensibility, -- But my consolation arises only from that source of infinite wisdom and good help which alone can mitigate our grief and lessen the poignancy of the keenest affliction -- To his will do I resign my self for the few remaining days of my life - Knowing the strong ties by which you were bound to my departed Friend I can readily conceive of your feeling upon hearing of his decease, and I am sure it was not among the least of the manifold afflictions which you have of late years undergone.

To the amiable partner of your heart and the rest of your deserving family I pray you to have my sincear and greatful thanks for their tender sympathy; and be isured that you have my ernest prayers that your and their future years may be freed from that cloud of suffering in which you have been so long involved -, and that every blessing which heaven has in store for the virtuous may be showered upon you,- should you or they visit this country - I need not say how happy I should be to see you under my roof - and it will always afford me the highest satisfaction to hear of your welfare

The kind letter from your son came in closed in yours, for which I pray you to return him my best thanks and issure him that his friends hear hold him in affectionate rememberance and sincerely wish that his career in life may be glorious and happy - with esteem and regard

Im dear sir your friend and obedient(?) servant.

Martha Washington

There is something special about this letter. Martha received at least 55 letters of condolences that we know of, more than 40 of the people who wrote her received a reply - but most of these replies were not written by her but by others, Tobias Lear for example, in her name. La Fayette’s was one of fife identified persons who received a reply written by herself. Martha also send La Fayette two pistols, that Washington bequeathed to the Marquis in his will. Washington wrote in his will:

“To General de la Fayette I give a pair of finely wrought steel Pistols, taken from the enemy in the Revolutionary War.”

La Fayette’s son, Georges Washington de La Fayette, also wrote Martha. He enclosed his letters in the letter written by his father. Beside these letters, there is also an earlier account that illustrates La Fayette’s thoughts about Washington’s demise. Shortly before La Fayette sailed for France in 1784 after his third visit to the United States, Washington wrote him the following on December 8, 1784:

“In the moment of our separation upon the road as I travelled, & every hour since—I felt all that love, respect & attachment for you, with which length of years, close connexion & your merits, have inspired me. I often asked myself, as our Carriages distended, whether that was the last sight, I ever should have of you? And tho’ I wished to say no—my fears answered yes. I called to mind the days of my youth, & found they had long since fled to return no more; that I was now descending the hill, I had been 52 years climbing—& that tho’ I was blessed with a good constitution, I was of a short lived family—and might soon expect to be entombed in the dreary mansions of my father’s—These things darkened the shades & gave a gloom to the picture, consequently to my prospects of seeing you again: but I will not repine—I have had my day.”

To that La Fayette replied on December 21, 1784:

“I Have Received Your Affectionate letter Of the 8th inst., and from the known Sentiments of My Heart to You, You will Easely guess what My feelings Have Been in perusing the tender Expressions of Your friendship—No, my Beloved General, our late parting was Not By Any Means a last interview—My whole Soul Revolts at the idea—and Could I Harbour it an instant, indeed, my dear General, it would make me Miserable (…)”

On February 8, 1800, France held an official funeral service for George Washington. Everybody expected La Fayette to give a eulogy to Washington but that did not happen. More so, La Fayette was explicitly excluded from the funeral. Why? Because Napoléon Bonaparte, who had just risen to power, did not felt like it and because he was a bit petty.

As with regard to his other friends in America, there is not as much documentation that I know of. Washington wrote to La Fayette on October 20, 1782 that John Laurens had died.

“Poor Laurens is no more—He fell in a trifling skirmish in South Carolina, attempting to prevent the Enemy from plundering the Country of Rice (…)”

I am sure La Fayette was saddened by his friends death, but I have never seen him mentioning it. Moving on to Hamilton, who died on July 12, 1804, La Fayette wrote Thomas Jefferson on October 8, 1804 that:

“The Deplorable fate of My friend Hamilton Has deeply Afflicted me—I am Sure that whatever Have Been the differences of parties, you Have Ever Been Sensible of His Merits, and Now feel for His Loss.”

He further wrote to George Washington Parke Custis after Hamilton’s death that:

“Hamilton was to me, my dear Sir, more than friend, he was a brother. We were both very young, when associated with our common father; our friendship, formed in days of peril and glory, suffered no diminution from time: with Tilghman and with Laurens, I was upon terms the most affectionate; but with Hamilton, my relations were brotherly.”

Another close friend of La Fayette, Thomas Jefferson, died on July 4, 1826 and La Fayette discussed his death in a letter to James Monroe on November 28, 1826. I sadly have no full access to this letter so I can only tell you that Jefferson’s death was discussed in the letter, but not what La Fayette actually wrote.

I hope you have/had an awesome day!

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Potenza irresistibile: Leonora is Unstoppable

aka an empowered reading of (yet another) tragic opera heroine

aka my thoughts on Il Trovatore pt 3

(title from Manrico’s line in Act 2: Potenza irresistibile hanno de' fiumi l'onde! - The waves of the rivers have an irresistible force!)

with pictures because I have provided you ample walls of text as it is

Quick aside before we get into the libretto: in part 2 I concluded that both Azucena and Leonora are the only ones who really get what they want in this opera, and I think it’s pretty clear with Azucena... “Sei vendicata, o madre!” (even if we are unclear if she intentionally organized Manrico’s death and/or was conflicted by it or not).

Leonora. “I just came out to have a good time and honestly I’m feeling so attacked right now.” @ Ines, @ di Luna, even @ Manrico at the end

Because, out of everyone in this opera, Leonora is... happy? (I mean, yeah, she’s kind of set 100% of her hopes and dreams on this guy, and when she thinks he’s dead, she’s ready to head to the convent to pray to God until she can be reunited with him in death, saying “un riso, una speranza, un fior la terra non ha per me!” - earth no longer has for me laughter, hope, or flowers! But look at her circumstances and context, and it’s still a choice she’s making, herself, about how she wants to live. Respect.)

[sociological examination about religious/cultural factors influencing WHY she would make that particular choice: coming to a bookstore near you in 2022]

“I swear go God, Ines (literally, I just did) can you just support me for once and trust me on this” (jk I love Ines she’s just doing her best too)

Okay, but to get back to the point... Leonora just has this sparkle. She’s filled with life and joy and happiness in the beginning (and - while yeah, my 21st century feminist me is like *facepalms* don’t make it dependent on another person, especially not a guy, especially not a guy who isn’t really even that focused on you as a person, but more as a possession he has to jealously protect from Rivals - her joy is revived when Marico returns and honestly thank gosh he does, since otherwise di Luna was gonna wreck those convent plans.) ANYWAYS - di Luna clearly sees and wants to possess this sparkle, clearly having none of it himself.

Some exerpts from the libretto of this sparkly joy none of the characters ever get....(di Luna tries, haha...“la gioia che m'aspetta, gioia mortal, non è!“ but learns that maybe trying to seize someone against their will isn’t the best way to Spark Joy)

We’ve got Act 1 - “Gioia provai che agl'angeli solo è provar concesso! ...Di tale amor che dirsi mal può dalla parola...” Joy only the angels can feel...such love that cannot be described by words! - Act 2, upon rescue by/reunion with her beloved - “Non regge a tanto giubilo rapito il cor, sorpreso!” My surprised heart cannot bear such joy! - and finally, Act 4, once she is certain of saving Manrico - “ Vivrà! Contende il giubilo i detti a me!” He’ll live - my joy strips me of words!

Gosh, for such a tragic opera (if you take it seriously), Leonora is just this bundle of joy. Even in Act 4. It’s impressive.

She just has this energy, and I think it’s some sort of radiance from self-awareness and knowing exactly what she wants. You also may notice Leonora doens’t leave a body count the way di Luna, Manrico, and Azucena do. Well, unless you count herself :( but my point is she’s not about hurting people to get what she wants. And Leonora makes it explicitly clear from Act I: “ S'io non vivrò per esso, per esso morirò” - if I cannot life for him, I will die for him.

Leonora knows what she wants and nothing, NOTHING, and NOBODY is going to get in her way! And HOO BOY does di Luna try! So the convent kidnapping shit he tried to pull with the “not even God can claim [Leonora]” attitude didn’t pan out... but it also proved to Leonora that God wouldn’t necessarily save her (convent-style at least) so she leveled up and remembered OH YEAH PLANTS! *cue Juliet line*:

“ I'll to the friar, to know his remedy: If all else fail, myself have power to die.“

And honestly, she’s badass about it, too. From Act 1, she’s pretty fearless, from the moment Ines expresses fear and doubt about her infatuation with Manrico -

INES: Quanto narrasti di turbamento m'ha piena l'alma! Io temo... What you say disturbs my soul, I fear [for you!] LEONORA: Invano! [You fear] in vain! (or: don’t fear!)

Leonora’s not afraid. She’s simply on a mission. Once Shit Gets Real and di Luna promises to kill Manrico, maintaining strict alignment with Mission “S'io non vivrò per esso, per esso morirò,” asking di Luna to “Piombi, piombi il tuo furoresulla rea che t'oltraggiò, vibra il ferro in questo core che te amar non vuol né può”- Let your fury fall on the evil girl who offended you; plunge your sword into this heart that cannot, will not love you!

[again, not condoning Leonora’s choices, such as throwing herself under the ‘di Luna is going to blame Leonora for all his psycho actions’ Bus, but I respect her making her choices and fighting back]

Of course, di Luna is like “YOU CRAZY!” and literally tells Leonora her blood wouldn’t be enough to quell his rage. “l tuo sangue, o sciagurato, ad estinguerlo fia poco!” - Your blood, wretch, would hardly be enough! ~really playing the romance here~ :)

Leonora doesn’t get the point, since in Act 4, she repeats her pleas to exchange her live for Manrico’s - still not getting the Blood is Not Enough memo, apparently - “Svenami, ti bevi il sangue mio!” - Take me out**, drink my blood!

**no, di Luna, she isn’t asking you out on a date (sorry it’s so hard not to just 100% shitpost this opera) - but I couldn’t find a better translation. You don’t really say “faint me” in English and I don’t think the direct translation is “kill” but “take me out” seemed like an acceptable euphemism.

Of course, Leonora ultimately ends up accomplishing her Mission. [Like I said in part 1, my initial reaction to her self-sacrificial death was just anger and disappointment. But in context, she’s pulling a valid Juliet move... her circumstances are awful and suffocating and there are very few ways out for her in the world she lives in... but she ends up exiting the game on her terms.

{At the subjective level, at least. Objectively, her only choices are a vampire who will suck her life dry [di Luna] - in which life might be merciless - or choosing to withdraw from life with Help from Plants [poison] - in which death is merciful. Again, sociological exploration of Leonora’s CHOICE ARCHITECTURE coming to booksellers near you. Might even include Alternate Ending: running away into the mountains with the gypsies instead, but we all know that isn’t part of Mission “S'io non vivrò per esso, per esso morirò.” Plus I think we are all familiar with the concept that as humans we are more likely to stick with the evil we know rather than strike out into the great unknown. Heck, somebody stop me, these asides will be the death by boredom or exasperation of us all. Wait, are you reading this!??! WOW and bless you!! Thanks and I’m sorry}

Unfortunately, Manrico has to be a little turdball and start cursing Leonora, being the jealous self-centered guy that he ultimately is, before he realizes what she’s done to save him. “Manrico I’m literally dying FOR YOU and this is how you repay me?”

In Act 1, she begs di Luna to see reason through his jealous rage, but by Act 4 it’s her own beloved, the person she’s organized her Life Goal around, who is displaying the same jealous, blinding rage, refusing to listen to her. “Oh come l'ira ti rende cieco! Oh quanto ingiusto, crudel, crudel!” Oh how rage blinds you, how injust, how cruel you are [Manrico]!

Oh, the sweet and cruel irony Leonora getting her unconditional, immense, “eternal” love dismissed because Manrico doesn’t get it the way he wanted it [i.e. uh oh are we going to circle back to possessiveness/jealousy? Is Leonora the only one - and granted, she is a little psycho/obsessed/infatuated à la di Luna, but without trying to POSSESS her object of affection -- who can love in a semi-healthy way in this opera?? apparently]. My poor girl. At least Manrico Comes to his Senses before she dies (just in time for him join Leonora’s fate himself). *sad cheering*

Let me end by emphasizing that Leonora did not die JUST to “save Manrico.” Yes, the libretto says “Prima che d'altri vivere, io volli tua morir! “ - Rather than live as another’s, I wanted to die yours. But to me, it’s pretty clear she’s dying for herself - dying as her own self, as hers (I mean, technically she never became Manrico’s “legal property” anyways if we want to get into the morbid lack of womens’ rights, so she wasn’t even “his” in that way). And in the end, choice architecture aside, the point is that all the way, Leonora knew what she wanted, made her own decisions, stayed true to herself, and accomplished what she set her mind to. Nothing and nobody stopped her. Who’s to say what else she might have wanted if she had had different opportunities, choices, knowledge, or most importantly had been born in a different context.

(*faceplams* had been born?!! She’s a fictional character god Karo go to bed already) (*peels hands off face* it’s okay you are processing outrage over the Female Experience and Leonora represents a lot of real women, living and dead)

I conclude. LEONORA IS UNSTOPPABLE. Let’s part with some lovely lines from our complex (if a bit compulsively devoted), tragic, yet joyful, empowered, and fearless heroine:

Tu vedrai che amore in terra mai del mio non fu più forte: vinse il fato in aspra guerra, vincerà la stessa morte.

You will see that never on earth was there a stronger love than mine; it defeated Fate in violent strife, it will defeat death itself.

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Screencaps from IL Trovatore (Met 2011) ft. Sondra Radvanovsky, Dmitri Hvorostovsky, and Marcelo Álvarez

#first of all this is extremely long and I still don't know how to use keep reading so apologies for the spam #long post #il trovatore #verdi #opera #trovatore #mine #writing tag i suppose #sondra radvanovsky #idk i'm just going to tag her for now #i stayed up til 1am writing this for like. 3 hours. It's fine #im defintiely fine #i guess I just really love Leonora now look how far we've come #watch out if I do one of these for Tatyana Larina :O

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Dearly Beloved

the request: Nikki& Dom and y/n’s parents reactions on her and Tom’s wedding day? thank you 💕

A/N: Thank you for requesting! This is my first ever request – I hope I do it justice! It was meant to be a blurb but I’ve hit 1.5k!!

Warnings: one swear word, nothing else unless you hate fond memories and fluff lmao

It was a beautifully serene moment for all those stood waiting in the building on the warm summer’s day. For some, it was a chance to see a close friend or family member join together with their loved one in marriage, becoming husband and wife. For a select few, however, today was the day that their sweet young child was getting married. It’s every parents dream for their little boy or girl to find someone who could only attempt to love them even half as much as they have since they were born. They now had to trust this other person to hold their sweet baby’s heart, and let them go off on their own adventure, called ‘life’, together.

The crowd came to a soft hush, with some guests craning over to see when you would be making your entrance. Every second ticking on painstakingly slowly, while the best man was doing his best to comfort the groom as he attempted to restrain himself from looking over his shoulder.

The music starts, a tuneful organ piece that reverberates within Tom’s insides. You smile from the other end of the room, knowing that today really is about to be the happiest day of your life. Clutching your father’s arm, you begin to walk.

All eyes are on you. Tom has turned around now to watch you walk towards him. He is smiling so proudly and excitedly, like a little kid on Christmas morning, and you’re the angel on top of the tree. His angel, in a matter of moments. He knows that he is one lucky bastard. All eyes stay fixed on you for a few moments, some quietly gasping and marvelling at you, until one pair turns away to look back at Tom.

While your mother could not take her eyes off of you despite seeing you in your dress earlier that day, Tom’s mother turns back to her eldest boy standing at the front of the room in a crisp tux, watching him fall in love with you all over again. Clutching her husband’s hand, she was overjoyed that her son had found someone he loved with his whole heart – he deserved nothing less. She’d had such a good feeling about you from the start, becoming close with you in no time, treating you like one of her own. The day Tom sat his parents down and told them he was going to propose to you, they were both overjoyed, elated that you were going to officially be a part of the family forever.

Nikki remembers the first time she realised her son was in love, even though the two of you had just been on a few dates by that point. Tom had come home for dinner one Sunday afternoon, acting coy but shining with happiness as he helped out in the kitchen. It was quite unlike him to not be outside messing around with the rest of the family, and so as he was innocently set the table, she had shut the door and demanded that she knew what he was hiding. A “Nothing, I swear Mum!” tainted with a grin and then a chuckle, had obviously meant something, and before everyone sat to eat only ten minutes later, Tom had told her about the wonderful girl he’d met; that things were “going slow, but mum, i really really like her. it’s only been a month but..well, when did you know with Dad?”

That’s all the confirmation she had needed. As a firm believer in “when you know, you know”, she had listened to her son’s rambling thoughts, wanting to be sure that the relationship was genuine and healthy. “Of course I don’t want to get caught out, but i swear i can see us being together for ages” he had mentioned at one point, and well, that’s when Nikki knew that she had to meet you, to find out who exactly was making her son a lovestruck fool.

And now here was her boy, forever that lovestruck fool, getting married.

Dom looks down at his wife and smiles, following her line of sight to where Tom stands beaming. He gives her hand a squeeze, knowing how happy his family are right at this moment. He’s got a good speech as part of his toast for later on, but for now he wants to take this all in. Watch his firstborn, with crinkled eyes and a bright smile, marry his love. His rambunctious, rebellious boy who made him a father. Tom was growing up far too fast for his liking. Sure, he had left home, and travelled the world independently, working hard and creating great opportunities for himself, but to start his own life with you, as a husband and one day a father? Well, Dom just wonders where his sweet 3 year old who ate strawberry jam straight from the jar, went?

Your own mother is trying so hard not to cry, after all, her makeup is expensive and she doesn’t want to ruin the photos later on. (Spoiler: she ends up crying at the reception but that may have been slightly wine-induced.) Her sweet baby marrying a handsome, caring, and funny man that she couldn’t have picked better for you if she’d tried. She knows the hardships you’ve faced while together, but knows that it’s due to those times that the two of you have grown closer, and become even more committed to each other. She was so happy, yet a little apprehensive at first when you’d told her about Tom. How you truly thought the world of him. She wanted to make sure that this “superstar actor guy” wasn’t messing you around.

Realising that Tom absolutely adored and cared for you, that he made you laugh until you cried, and that already he could envision growing old with you? Well, that did melt her initial apprehension. She loves the love he has for you, and even after 5 years, he’s yet to be in her doghouse. Although he was cutting it close – literally – when he had arrived at your parents house for dinner, with a buzzcut. Your mother has never been as speechless in her life, and she’s possibly the most grateful person out of everyone that today his hair is swept back neatly, a few curls kindly framing his face.

She wants her grandchildren to have Tom’s hair.

And your father, oh how he holds you close, knowing that as soon as you get to the end of the aisle, that he’ll be letting you go, placing your hand in Tom’s and knowing that he won’t be the only man in your life anymore. That after this ceremony, you’ll be hand in hand with another man – a mere boy – who is going to be looking after you for the rest of your days. He remembers so clearly, that quiet May afternoon when Tom had come to the house to ask for his and your mother’s blessing. He had been calm and focused on what he wanted to say, open to any and all questions, praying that the answer would be ‘yes’. Your father had pretended to consider it thoughtfully, earning a dig in the ribs from your mother, before he shook Tom’s hand, laughing and putting the younger man’s mind at ease. It hadn’t just been a “yes” – it had been an “of course, welcome to the family, son.”

He knew that Tom would do his best every single day to make you feel adored and important, that he would strive to encourage and celebrate you; it came so naturally to him. He was worthy of you, even though deep down, your father will always believe that no one will ever be good enough for his little girl. And yet here he is, walking you down the aisle, smiling at you and turning to each friendly face he recognises in the congregation, giving a knowing nod to your soon-to-be father- and mother-in-law. He’s going to fight tooth and nail with Dom over who gets the best grandparent name – when the time comes of course. No rush, as you’ll always be a baby to your father.

You reach the end of the aisle, smiling through the veil as you can see Tom’s sweet face, his eyes glassy and he swallows quickly before cracking a huge grin. You hug your father, squeeze his hand, and let him go.

“Look after her” he whispers between you and Tom.

“Of course”, is Tom’s quick and meaningful response, his brown eyes sincere and full of promise.

Your fiancé lifts your veil, smiling as he places it down gently, getting his first proper glimpse of you. He grins, and the sight is enough to make you giggle slightly.

“You look so beautiful” he whispers in awe, with such heartfelt candor.

Your mother clutches your father’s hand as he watches on proudly. Nikki and Dom watch fondly too, as Tom takes your hand, holding it firmly but gently as if nothing in the world could ever get him to let go. The two couples know all too well of the little whispers, faint blushes, and nervous, happy smiles. They’ve experienced that themselves many moons ago, and now it’s yours and Tom’s turn.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”

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