#Leo PF Au

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*Leonardo x Fem! Reader* A Princess and a Frog Au pt 1

Story Prompt: Leonardo was the second eldest prince to the Kingdom of Shangrao. You're a young woman who works to make a dream become a reality in New Orleans.

Who could guess that with new experiences and new meetings, new dangers lurk around every corner?

An; I'm bored, and I've had this idea for a story for awhile, so here it is

Italics + 🎶 means singing

Italics means whispering

N/n means your nickname

P.S - Rogers is your family's last name, it also isn't a random last name I went with, it's legitimately Tiana's family name

At the start

~🎶The Evening Star is shining bright🎶

🎶So make a wish and hold on tight🎶

🎶There's magic in the air tonight🎶

🎶And anything can happen🎶~

"Just at that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round eyes and pleaded: Oh, please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell, that was inflicted on me by a wicked witch!"

The woman reading the fairytale was Marie, your mother, and she was working on something for your best friend, Lottie.

Lottie leaned in close to you, still staring with starry eyes at Mrs. Rogers' reading.

"Here comes my favorite part."

You looked at your best friend with a contempt smile as the little white kitten Lottie was holding let out a small meow.

Marie turned the page on the book to continue reading the tale and finish a bow for the dress Lottie was wearing.

"And the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plea, that she stooped down,-"

Marie turned her head ever so slightly to look at the girls with a playful smile on her face.

"-picked up the slippery creature,-"

The girls, who were getting really roped into the story, leaned in closer on the edge of their seats, so to speak.

"-leaned forward, raised him to her lips,-"

Lottie nodded her head excitedly while you shook your head to he sides.

"-and kissed that little frog!"

Lottie exclaimed from sheer joy and adoration, while you scrunched your nose and shook your head more, disgusted by the picture your mind created at those very words.

The kitten, who had been squished in the arms Lottie, escaped her.

"Then the frog was transformed into a handsome prince! They were married and lived happily ever after. The end."

Lottie leaned backwards and put her arms in the air from pure delight of the story.

"Yay! Oh!"

Lottie accidentally fell completely backwards but her dress provided a nice soft landing. You giggled at your best friends silly antics.

"Read it again, Big Mama! Read it again!"

Your mother, whose nickname was Big Mama, leaned down and helped Lottie up off the floor.

"Sorry Charlotte, it's time for use to be heading home. Say good night, Y/n."

As your mother was getting her bag, you scrunched your nose once more and decided to comment on the story your mother told.

"You couldn't give me everything in the world by kissing a frog, never! Yuck!"

Lottie held her hands behind her dress, with a mischievous look displayed on her face.

"Is that so?"

Lottie quickly looked down to see her kitten and swiftly put a little frog costume on him.

"Well, here's your Prince Charming, N/n!"

Lottie briskly walked over and playfully smooshed the kittens face against your cheek.

"Come on, kiss him."

You smiled at Lottie's silly ploy to get you to kiss the dressed up kitten and moved the him face away from your cheek.

"No."

Lottie continued to try and get you to kiss him and further press the kitten to your cheek.

"Kiss him!"

You playfully continued to try and keep the kitten away from you.

"C'mon, stop it, Lottie!"

Lottie edged forward with trying to match-make you with "Prince Charming" with each little push of the kitten towards you.

"Kiss him!, kiss him, kiss him!"

You decided to end the little ploy Lottie came up with and move the kitten as far away from your face as possible.

"I won't, I won't, I won't!"

And with one final playful shove, Lottie was sent onto the ground with her poofy dress as a cushion.

Lottie had quickly recovered and immediately responded to your rejecting of kissing a frog.

"I would do it! I would kiss a frog!"

The kitten, still in Lottie's grasp, kept trying to escape her clutches.

"I would kiss a hundred frogs if I could marry a prince and be a princess!"

Lottie kissed the side of her kittens face, resulting in the kitten launching itself up to the ceiling, his claws keeping him there.

You both laughed at the reaction of the kitten and rolled on the floor with laughter.

Your mother shook her head at you two little rascals.

"You girls, stop tormenting that poor little kitty."

While the two of you continued to laugh, Marie got the kitten down from the ceiling.

"Poor little thing."

The kitten clung onto the carpet like it's life depended on it and scampered away. Marie shook her head at the poor little traumatized kitten.

A man walked into the room, wearing a white suit and salmon colored tie.

"Evening, Marie."

Lottie, upon hearing her father's voice, ran up to her father, in excitement for her new dress.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look at my new dress! Isn't it pretty?"

Mr. La Bouff laughed and leaned down with his arms open wide and picked up his daughter.

"Look at you! Why, I'd expect nothing less from the finest seamstress in New Orleans."

Marie gave Mr. La Bouff an appreciative smile. Lottie on the other hand, was looking at the picture of the maiden from the storybook Mrs. Rogers had read to you and her.

"Ooh! I want that dress!"

Mr. La Bouff turned his head to Lottie and turned his body away from the book, trying to see reason with his daughter.

"Ah, now Sugarplum-!"

Lottie began pulling on the ends of her father's mustache, desperately wanting to look like the maiden in the fairytale.

"I want that one! Please, please, please, please!"

Mr. La Bouff gave into his daughter plea and turned to Mrs. Rogers, hoping to end the pain his upper lip was feeling.

"Marie, you suppose you could whip up something like that?"

Mrs. Rogers chuckled and gestured to the many dress she's made for Lottie.

"Anything for my best customer."

Lottie cheered, now that her dress collection would soon grow, again.

"Come along, Y/N. Your daddy should be home from work by now."

You, who had been ready for awhile, took your mother's hand and walked out of Lottie's room and down the hallway. Talking from Lottie's room could still be heard.

"All right now, princess, you're getting that dress, but that's it. No more Mr. Pushover....Now who wants a puppy?"

"I do! I do! He's so cute!"

As you and Marie walked out of the La Bouff mansion and towards the end of the sidewalk, a trolley pulled up and stopped.

Once you and your mother were seated, the trolley started up again. You got on your knees on the seat and peered out the window. The mansions and big elite houses soon faded away to much smaller houses.

The trolley stopped, and as you and your mother got off, you both waved a thank you to the trolley driver, who kindly waved back.

You and your parents didn't have much money for a house like Lottie's but it was enough for you and your family.

A half an hour passed by and you were making gumbo with your father, Arthur, while your mother was sitting at her sewing machine. working on Lottie's next dress.

"Mmm. Gumbo smells good, Y/n."

Your father was watching you stir the pot of gumbo as he commented on it.

"I think it's done, Daddy."

You scooped up some gumbo from the pot, determined it was done and ready for tasting.

"Yeah? Are you sure?"

Marie looked at her daughter and husband, smiling in amusement.

"Yes."

Marie continued to work, her smile still expressed on her face at her husband's silly but amusing antics.

"O-kay, I'm 'bout to put this spoon in my..."

You began thinking, and took the spoon from your father, as he chuckled in response.

"Wait!"

You added a bit of Tabasco sauce to the gumbo, stirred it up to spread the flavor, tasted it and was satisfied with your addition.

"Now it's done."

Your father leaned down as you fed him a spoonful of the gumbo.

"Hmm."

You looked at your father, a worried expression displayed upon your face at his response.

"What?"

"Well, sweetheart, this is the..."

You looked away, getting sad thinking you didn't make the gumbo right. But your father, being the silly goose he was, scooped you up in his arms.

"...best gumbo I've ever tasted!"

You giggled at your father as he laughed with you in his arms.

"Come here. Marie, our little girls got a gift!"

Your mother got up from her sewing machine and walked over to the two of you.

"Mmm-hmm. I could've told you that."

"A gift this special's just gotta be shared."

As Arthur let you out of his arms, you ran to the front door and opened it.

"Hey everybody, I made gumbo!"

The various neighbors all exclaimed in rejoice of the smell of the gumbo.

Soon enough, everyone in the little neighborhood was sat on the front porch of your house and eating the gumbo with smiles plastered on their faces.

Afterwards, it was time for bed. Arthur and Marie were sitting down with you on your bed.

"You know the thing about good food? It brings folks together from all walks of life. It warms them right up and it puts little smiles on their faces-"

Your father reached over and grabbed a piece of paper with a picture of the inside of a restaurant and people in it.

"-and when I open up my own restaurant, I tell you, people are going to be lining up for miles around just to get a taste of my food."

As you listened to your father, you corrected him on last bit of what he said.

"Our food."

Arthur chuckled at your input.

"That's right, baby."

Your father grabbed a crayon and wrote "Y/n's place" on a corner and showed it to you.

"Our food."

You reached out and hugged the picture as a smile on your face, and out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the Evening Star out of your window.

"Daddy, look."

You pointed to the Evening Star in the sky and began crawling on top of your bed to get to the window sill.

"Where're you going?"

"Charlotte's fairytale book said: If you make a wish on the Evening Star, it's sure to come true."

Arthur and Marie joined you by the window sill. Marie hummed in response.

"Well, you wish on that star, sweetheart."

"Yes. You wish and you dream with all your little heart. But remember, Y/n, that old star can only take you part of the way. You got to help it along with some hard of your own. And then..."

Your father cupped the side of your head with his hand.

"...yeah, you can do anything you set your mind to."

Marie walked over to rest her hands on her husband's shoulders.

"Just promise your daddy one thing. That you'll never, ever lose sight of what's really important. Okay?"

You nodded your head with a determined smile upon your face. Your parents kissed you good night and tucked you in.

And just as they left the room and closed the door, you sprang up, grabbed the picture off your nightstand and crawled back over to the window sill.

You pulled back the slightly transparent curtains and stared out at the Evening Star high above you.

You looked down at the picture, hugged it tightly to your chest and tightly closed your eyes.

"Please, please, please."

Just then, you felt like someone was staring at you. You looked to your right to see a frog was on your window sill.

You and the frog just stared at one another for a moment, until the frog croaked!

You screeched in fright and hastily ran out your room, closing the door behind you.

#Rottmnt Leo x reader #Rottmnt Leonardo x reader #Leonardo x reader #Rottmnt fanfiction #Rottmnt x reader #Leo x reader #Leo PF Au #A Princess and a Frog Au #Rise Leo x reader

[andromeda-galaxy2877]

I come bearing amenities for our little AU competition. Good luck ;)

- REBOOT: Second Chance AU Donnie

Oh my gosh this jumpscared me- /pf HAHA, I was not expecting to get an ask! Thank you so much, and good luck to you too! Heres a little written response from my silly little guy since I can't really draw that well :D

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The first thing Leo noticed was the sheer 𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘦 of everything going on around him. So many different familiar voices all speaking in a loud reverberating hum of sound. His head swam amongst the sea of colors surrounding him; all familiar and comforting shades of red, blue, purple, and orange.

Leo pulled the hood of his blue cape over his head, gritting his teeth against the noise. It was 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩- nothing like the deafening, eerie silence of the Prison Dimension that promised agony at any wrong turn. While that silence had been chilling, eight years of it had made him far too used to it to handle such a large crowd. At least, not without-

"𝘉𝘈𝘙𝘒!" Leo felt a large presence at his side, a massive head nudging his hip. He glanced down, smiling slightly at the little Krang hound as he reached down to pat her head, anxieties melting away just enough for him to focus. Pinky's entire body wagged as a result of the attention, happy purrs erupting from her glowing maw.

"Hello, may I interest you in some uranium? It may come in handy for the competition~" a familiar voice from behind him caught his attention quickly. Leo turned, blinking in surprise at his twin- or at least, an alternate version of his twin...? He was 𝘴𝘰 beyond confused, but the display reminded him enough of his own brother he couldn't help but crack another small smile.

"I don't think I have anything on me if you're selling it." Leo chuckled, eyes suddenly flashing with alarm as Pinky stepped from his side to sniff at the uranium curiously. Her eyes practically bugged out of her head as she leaned forward to snatch it- right as Leo wrangled her back to his side.

"On second thought, I should probably get her away before she eats something that'll make her explode. Good luck in the competition!" Leo called, dragging his pet away as she whined in protest.

#tmnt au competition #rottmnt #Life Goes On #LGO Leo #rise leo #tmnt au propaganda

[universallyarbiterinternet]

Single-Schallplatte aus dem Jahr 1958. Leo Leandros, Die Cubaneros: „Hunderttausend Cruzeiros“ / „Mucho Amore“. Label: Philips – 345 050 PF (A034 / 297 S)

#Schallplattenhülle #Schallplatte #Single #Grafik #Design #Gestaltung #Cover #Telefunken #Leo Leandros #Vinyl #Schlager #Oldie #Vintage #Die Cubaneros

[stormfirebeauty]

Anyway if you like Valgrace I highly recommend reading the novel Red White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. They have strong Valgrace parallels and it is fantastic in its own right.

Basic Synopsis:

First Son of the United States, Alex, has a rivalry with prince Henry of England. Only then they get to actually know each other a little, and become friends, and then a little more than friends,,,, and kind of have an international love affair,,,,,,,,

Similar to Valgrace? You bet.

Alex and Leo are both Mexican American from Texas. Both incredibley intelligent. Crazy plans and big idealist. Biting and somewhat harsh sense of humor. Also Leo’s relationship with Piper is similar to Alex’s relationship with his friend Nora or his sister June both great.

Henry and Jason are both the golden child who is seen as “perfect.” In order to uphold everyone’s expectations they seem to lack depth at first but really are just lonely, repressed, and probably actually an introvert who doesn’t wanna be in the spotlight so much.

Anyway.... read the book.

Here’s some screeenshots of dialogue that I hope will help convince you

#leo valdez #jason grace #valgrace #red white and royal blue #alex claremont diaz #henry something i dont remeber his full title lol #i might add more dialoug later im actsuly rereadikg parts of it rn #honestky u could just repace the names and read it as a valgrace au #where leos mom is alive and president pf the united states

[lechugana]

ρωμαϊκός

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 6681

Categories: F/M, Gen

Tags: roman!percy, percabeth, no beta read, capture flag game, nico has a new pet, it’s a mouse skeleton

Summry: 

AU where Percy is roman and Annabeth is searching from him. "But you still listened to me, Jackson" Annabeth replied with a small smile on her lips. "But I still listened to you, Chase" he repeated copying her smile, the boy's smile was predatory, the smile of a boy who knows he's going to get in trouble ... and he doesn't care.

Read it also on AO3

Romans exist Annabeth repeated over and over again as she walked beside Nico.

They were both leading the Greek camp, walking the streets of New Rome. As much as Annabeth wanted to pout, she couldn't stop admiring the columns, the buildings, the marble stairs… all the classic architectural elements that Annabeth thought would be in Rome, they were here, in San Francisco. The whole city exorbitated wealth and classicism, the people wearing a mix of robes and modern clothes, the streets lined with shops that had the smallest campers trotting from window to window. Among the people walked what were lares, spirits - ghosts - of the home, Nico had already warned them of them when he had visited the camp for the first time together with Jason and with the blessing of his father, becoming an ambassador of Hades ... Pluto .

Now that they were in Rome, Hades is Pluto.

And Athena, Minerva. And Minerva has no children and is not a strategist goddess. Here is a simple virgin goddess of the arts.

On the Field of Mars were two people shoulder to shoulder, dressed in purple, white and gold robes, like the ancient Roman emperors. One was blond-haired, and Annabeth knew instantly that it was Jason, his hair shining in the sunlight, while next to him was a Latin girl, with long dark hair in a braid.

"Annabeth. Welcome to New Rome” Jason welcomed, as he spread his arms before them, his blue eyes narrowing at his smile. “She is Reyna, the second praetor of Rome. Nico, you already know her. "

"Daughter of Minerva " Reyna reached out to Annabeth. Annabeth could notice how her siblings were tense, Malcolm was behind her trying to calm the little ones.

"Athena" Annabeth corrected in the calmest way possible, her body seemed calm, but she was watching every movement of the praetor. Annabeth had realized that the girl was just like her, a strategist ready for an attack at any moment.

"Welcome to New Rome" Reyna slightly moved one of her eyebrows. “Jason's friends are our friends. We hope that your instance here is as placid as possible. I'm leaving my colleague Jason to take you on a tour of our city, I have to attend to some business ”Reyna gave Jason a look, one of those looks that is only understood among familiar people, gave him a squeeze on the arm and left followed by her two metal greyhounds.

"Really, Jason? Minerva?"

"I know I'm sorry. I've told her- Hello to you too Travis, yes Connor, I haven't forgotten about you, I'm talking to Annabeth for a moment, can you-? Thanks, Malcolm” Jason tried to get rid of the Stoll brothers, Malcolm who was seeing everything from behind, grabbed the two brothers by their ears and led them to the other end of the Field of Mars. "As I said. I told Reyna, I told her everything I needed to know about the Greeks and Camp Half-Blood, but she is…” Jason waved his hand in the air trying to find a word. "Difficult?"

Annabeth studied Jason for a few more seconds, making him more nervous than he was, his hand kept moving his glasses and his feet moved slightly from side to side. Annabeth rejoiced knowing she made Jupiter's son nervous.

"I don't blame you Jason, you're just trying to do what you can." Jason's shoulders immediately relaxed at those words. Annabeth may have been proud but not a masochist. "Now show us where to stay, oh preator."

"Now do you know Latin?"

" I've done a bit of research."

---

Their rooms were simply a camp built by a group of Roman demigods on the outskirts of the city of New Rome, as far away as possible.

Big tents with all their amenities arranged for the campers, the smaller greek campers were hopping around, excited about a night of camping out in the open, the hut bosses were running after them to calm them down, though many of them gave up even before chasing them.

"I never would have thought the Romans would exist," Malcolm whispered next to Annabeth. They were both a bit away from the chaotic camp watching them. "I wish Chiron was here." Annabeth nodded slightly; Chiron had been her father since he ran away from his family in San Francisco. The two had been inseparable since she arrived at the camp shortly after Thalia's death, Chiron always came to her when she had a problem, always counting on her opinion in any matter that arose. “Do you think he will be here? Come on, Annabeth, don't look at me like that, we have the same mother,” he laughed. “You haven't stopped looking for him since the battle, and I know you're waiting for the right moment to tell Jason. Have you ever considered that maybe he is a fugitive demigod? "

Annabeth had indeed considered that this boy had become a fugitive demigod. A demigod without a camp, who wandered from one place to another away from monsters and without having a stable place.

“Yes, I have thought about it, but…” Annabeth could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment, “it's a hunch, okay? I know it's stupid, but I feel like it must be around here."

Annabeth wanted to drown in humiliation, Athena's children didn't follow hunches, they followed clues and logic.

Malcolm stared at her for a long time, until his shoulders sagged in defeat, “Of course it's not stupid. I just want you to remember that there is a possibility that he is not here…” Malcolm shifted between his own feet, unsure. "Or that you will never find it."

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The Romans dining room was not disappointing either. Long wooden tables adorned with fruit bowls, silver jugs filled with drink and glasses of the same metal. The Romans were talking and throwing jokes as well as food, some were speaking louder, while others were observing their companions.

The image itself was a shock to Annabeth, she didn't know why, but she had imagined the Romans as stoic people, eating meals without laughter or talking, but the image in front of her showed her that she had been wrong.

The sound of a glass silenced everyone in the dining room, Reyna was up with a small golden dagger and a glass of the same colour, "We want to officially welcome, both my partner Jason, like me" Jason like Reyna , raised and with a golden glass in his hand, but instead of being next to him he was at the table of the Greeks with his friends Leo and Piper. “We hope that your stay in Nueva Roma will be as comfortable as possible and that our relationships for the future will be strengthened and grown for prosperity. Iubentium."

“We are very grateful that you have allowed us to stay in your camp, we hope that, like you, our relationship grows and strengthens over time and for future generations, in order to have a powerful ally among us. Cheers.” While making the speech, she tried to look around to find the boy without attracting much attention, but not locating him, Annabeth focused only on Reyna. When she finished Annabeth raised her glass at the same time as Reyna, both looking at each other as they drank from her glass, calculating each other's every move.

"Nice speech" Nico murmured next to her.

"It's sarcasm?"

“Pf, yes and no. The speech was fine, but you could tell in the air how you were throwing knives at each other” he said simply as he swallowed four chips at the same time. Clarisse who was listening nearby snorted proudly at Annabeth.

"I do not like her. She’s hard to read,” Annabeth admitted as she tossed her food back and forth without much appetite.

“Normal” Nico drank from his Coca-Cola, “her mother is Bellona, ​​the Roman goddess of strategy. She is also watching you Annabeth and can't figure you out. You both collide by nature- Will, I'm not going to eat a pear, I hate pears."

Annabeth let the two boys argue about nutritional values ​​and her gaze began to search among the many heads of the Romans, but as before, no clue of that boy.

"Oh Hazel. What good find "Annabeth looked up listening to the voice of Jason. Hazel, she supposed, was the girl with dark skin and curly hair, the girl was very short in stature, maybe she was not over thirteen. She was dressed in a purple T-shirt and gold breastplate, her matching helmet carried under one arm, and a sword slightly too large for her hung from her hip. "Ah, I didn't know you were talking to your brother, I'm sorry Nico, but do you know where Jackson is?"

Hazel was thoughtful for a moment, but then shook her head, “He wasn't on watch today, and from what Frank has told me, I don't think he's in the stables. Maybe in the bathrooms? I do not know."

“Ah… don't worry, it doesn't matter. I just wanted him to meet the Greeks.” He turned to Annabeth when he saw her confused face. "Jackson is a ... how to say, a free spirit?" Jason laughed at the comparison. "He does not like to follow the rules very much and he always gets into trouble, surely you would get along well."

"He's my kind of man," Connor blurted out from behind his brother, his hair full of roots, growing little by little around his neck.

"Susan, please don't strangle Connor at lunch." Piper scolded Demeter's daughter from the other end.

"Susan, don't stop," shouted a son of Aphrodite from the other end.

The cries of the Greek demigods filled the air of the dining room. Some encouraging Susan to strangle Connor, Hermes cabin maliciously clawing at Connor's face to break the roots. Other campers rose from their seats to watch the show between Demeter's cabin and Hermes. Hazel who was still present next to Nico giggled at the ruckus that had formed in a very short time.

"I can't imagine what your camp will be like day by day."

Annabeth smiled at the teenager with pride warming her chest as she saw the scene that had been lovingly formed.

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Ares's cabin exploded into cheers upon hearing the news that they were going to fight the Romans, at the same time, Hermes's cabin joined in the cheers, leaving the other campers staring at each other with terror in their eyes.

Annabeth studied Jason's proposal, she knew that it was tradition to have friendly fights (in the case of the Greeks to capture the flag), but after meeting Reyna, Annabeth expected any trap to catch the Greeks and give an excuse to the Greeks. Romans to attack them.

Nico and Piper were next to her, studying her reaction.

"Annabeth, I think Jason wouldn't have proposed this to us if there really was a trap." Piper tried to reason with her, inadvertently using her charmspeak.

"It doesn’t matter if he is a praetor, that doesn’t mean that they tell him everything" she murmured stubbornly, the two have been friends for a long time and her charmspeak no longer had that much effect.

"Nico, tell him that nothing is going to happen."

Nico, instead of answering, was silent with his two hands in his pockets, hunched over, looking at the ground, a small mouse skeleton curled up at his feet.

"What do you want me to say? What Chase said is true. ” Nico reached down and scooped up the mouse skeleton in the palm of his hand. “Jason is… a visionary. And visionaries tend to have a lot of ideas, and those ideas cause change. The Romans don't like change. They like tradition. And right now, the tradition is that both Greeks and Romans are separated, as they always have been. "

"You're no help, death boy," Piper growled, earning an angry scowl from the smaller boy.

"Can you feel if something bad is going to happen?"

"If someone is going to die?" Nico frowned again, but this time in concentration. "No. Everything is still fine; nothing feels out of place. "

"You see? No carnage is going to form,” Leo exclaimed jovially from behind Piper. "Don't look at me like that mija, it's a good thing!"

"But that doesn't mean there is going to be a catch."

Piper threw both hands in the air, finally giving up on this conversation. Annabeth was too stubborn to change her mind.

The girl from before, Hazel, came back together with a boy much taller than her and leafier, they both greeted Nico happily and he responded dryly, as always, too focused on his new skeleton pet. The two Romans were there to guide them to the weapons room, where they can equip themselves for the afternoon games.

Hazel was talking animatedly to Nico, her curly hair trotting as she walked, the boy a little further behind the two demigods, always keeping a safe distance from the son of Hades. Annabeth raised an eyebrow when she noticed that the boy was afraid of poor Nico.

The leaders of the huts tried to line up their brothers to give them the necessary weapons, but as always, no one was listening to anyone, so everyone ran to get the best weapon they could find. Both Annabeth and Nico stood at the gate watching, both carrying their weapons on their hips, Annabeth watched her brothers giving advice to the other campers on which weapons would suit them best in battle, while Nico watched Will trying to calm her down. his brothers when it came to catching arrows and bows, a small group from Apollo's hut stayed behind Will, hinting that they would be the paramedics on the battlefield.

When everyone was already armed and protected with armour, they followed the two Roman boys to the Field of Mars.

“Wow, why do they have a battlefield? I also want one!" Ares's hut began to protest as they admired the battlefield.

"And have you seen his armoury?"

"I do not like. It's all outdoors, I prefer to be in the forest. "

“So you can tangle me with roots again? No thanks."

"I told you it was accidental!"

"Unintentionally does not mean catching someone with roots and hanging them from a tree."

"Mathew is trying to cast a spell on me!"

"The Romans are going to crush us," Nico muttered.

Annabeth didn't have the mind to worry about the campers, she already had different routes and strategies in mind to fight the Romans. Yes, the Romans may be very meticulous and were known worldwide for their formations on the battlefields. But the Greeks had a factor that they did not have, they had no order. The Greeks were neither orderly nor organized, in the battles each one went on his own, without following any training, and that freedom when fighting could give them an advantage right now.

The Romans were already in the middle of the field, all standing in ranks and cohorts, dressed in golden armour and red shields. The image gave Annabeth chills.

In front of the five cohorts were the two praetors, both dressed in purple capes and like the other Roman campers, in gold armour. Whereas Jason had an excited glint in his eyes as he spotted Leo and Piper amid the tide of demigods; Reyna, on the other hand, her gaze was not as friendly as that of her partner, with her arms crossed and her back straight she watched as the mestizo camp arrived at the place.

Annabeth wanted to get rid of the bad feeling she had in her body, she could imagine what the Romans were seeing when they arrived at the place, a group of unstructured demigods walking scattered around the place, some were running around, others were on top of others, some they were lagging in the back. Annabeth shook her thoughts, the Greeks defeated the army of Cronos, a titan, they were not weak.

When Annabeth arrived at the scene, standing in the front row, with the entire camp behind her, she watched Camp Jupiter, some of the campers who were there laughing at each other as they shot them glances.

“As you are smaller in number, a cohort will help you during the games. Fifth cohort."

The first cohorts began to laugh among themselves as they looked at the last cohort, in it, the two centurions in front were visibly discouraged. One of them took out a flask and began to drink from it, while the other centurion tried to shake him off.

"Each group go to your place."

And with that said, each group went to one side of the field. Annabeth waited for the Fifth Cohort to approach them.

"Good luck with the graecus."

"In the end, the outcasts gather among themselves."

"How many victories are we going to have already?"

"I think twenty-seven."

"No, thirty."

Despite the comments from the campers, one of the centurions tried to liven up the atmosphere, cheering up his subordinates, giving smiles and patting on the back, while the other centurion continued to drink from his flask while visibly leaning on his companion. 

“We are the fifth cohort. Jason has told us a lot about you” the centurion introduced himself. "I'm Gwendolyn, and this is my partner Dakota ... don't worry he's drinking Kool-Aid", slapping her hand on the flask caught his attention.

"I hope you like losing." Dakota lifted his flask and took a sip. Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

"Annabeth. I guess you know who Nico is. She's Clarisse… There is Will… Oh, this is Piper…” Annabeth rummaged through the other campers with the cabin leaders, but seeing that the Stoll brothers were doing their thing, she stopped naming with a sigh.

"Are you all the praetors?" Dakota exclaimed upon hearing the number of names Annabeth had named.

"Mn? Oh no. We are the cabin leaders. A cabin by God. "

The Fifth Cohort gaped at them. Apparently, they did have more differences than they imagined.

“We are always defending ourselves. It's easier to accept defeat.” Gwen shrugged.

"Pathetic" Clarisse snorted. Both Ares's and Nike's cabins supported her.

"You don't know who is in the first cohort!"

"Of course, we don't know, we are new, remember?" said Fred, a Hermes boy, who bore a horrible resemblance to the Stoll brothers. 

"And we do not care, we are going to crush them" a girl from Nike jumped up from behind, hitting her fist with her hand for more emphasis, both Nike's cabin and Ares's hut jumped in cheers at those words. 

"Let’s not get so excited, they are not monsters ..." A child from Iris tried to quietly calm the other campers. 

"Shut up Eugene."

Annabeth sighed and looked sideways at the Romans, "We never stare." Annabeth turned to be seen by both Greeks and Romans. "We are going to attack. Romans and Greeks. Will, choose one of your brothers to go into battle for medical help. Nico, I think you already know what to do. Nina, she will give you some inventions from Hephaestus's cabin, listen to her well what they are for. You Romans, stand in the front row, shields raised and prepare to defend. "

Annabeth watched as everyone fell into place. Will named some of his faster brothers to go to the field, while Nico caught some of the Hermes and Demeter campers explaining the plan. Piper, in the background, was practicing her spell-talk with Leo. Nina was handing out small gadgets to some of the campers followed by Hecate's children who were giving some explanations of how they worked. Clarisse, along with Nike's hut and Ares were sharpening their weapons, looking with sharp smiles at the Romans scaring them. 

"How do you know we are going to win? She is nothing but a daughter of Min… Athena. And they are Romans, and they always play dirty, no matter what you do, we are going to lose” Annabeth made out Dakota's voice behind her as she fixed her golden bib. 

"Athena always has a plan." Annabeth smiled at Malcolm's voice. 

---

Ugh. Annabeth hated fighting in the open field, she preferred to fight in the woods of the half-blood camp, it was easier to hide there, and the trees helped her to form even more convoluted plans than usual. 

From his place he could see how Reyna flew over the fields of Mars on the back of her pegasus, even from there he could see her frown and how she judged them from the sky. On the floor and sitting in a box, Jason was looking at them with bright and expectant eyes, Annabeth couldn't help but think that Jason looked like a labrador retriever, wagging his tail from side to side excitedly. 

On the other side of the field were the other cohorts, preparing for battle, from her place, Annabeth could see as they were placed in an attack position, prepared to fight. 

"Are you sure it's going to work?" Malcolm appeared behind her. 

"I hope so." Malcolm glanced at her, looked like he wanted to say something, but at the last moment he closed his mouth and hunched his shoulders in defeat.  

"They look prepared," he simply said. "I'm scared."

"For us?" Annabeth this time looked at him raising an eyebrow. 

"Mn? No way. For them. I don't think I've ever seen Clarisse so excited in a battle, I think I've heard her say she's going to try to split the Romans in two. The Romans have never had to endure the fury of the sons of Ares. "

"And the Nike ones," Annabeth recalled. 

"Don't remind me, ugh."

Both Annabeth and Malcolm laughed as they watched the Romans on the other side moving from side to side. 

A trumpet sounded from overhead, Annabeth raised her head and saw Reyna look her directly in the eye. All of this was challenging. A challenge to see if the Greeks were worth it. And Annabeth already knew. 

Taking one last look at the Romans already in position, she went to hers, raising her eyebrow in recognition of Reyna. 

---

“Gwendolyn, I need you to help us form defences. Get into position swinging line, on the left flank, not right. Put the archers in the first row, not in the last, and then in the second row put an arrow line. "

Gwendolyn looked at her with wide eyes, shocked to hear the Greek know the Roman techniques and embarrassed that she did not know any Greek techniques. With a nod of his head he ran after his fellow Romans giving them Annabeth's orders. 

Seeing that her zone was in motion, she braced herself. Praying that he hadn't been wrong. 

From her spot she could see how the fifth cohort got into the position she had said, thanking herself for her curiosity in having studied Roman defence tactics. The fifth cohort advanced from their position, alerting the Romans to their orthodox attacking position, the archers should be behind not in front, and it was the right flank that was more protected than the left, just as soldiers with arrows should be in the front row. Annabeth heard the confused sounds of the other cohorts when she saw that position, cracking their positions and hesitating when attacking, she could hear the confusing sounds of the enemy cohorts from her place. That made her smile. 

After appreciating their tactics in action, Annabeth jumped into action. Picking up her dagger, she jumped to the right flank, seeing that the defence of that area was weakened, running between the Roman and Greek campers. 

From her place she could see Nico's signal, probably aided by his sister Hazel, a lump, almost imperceptible on the ground, with a silver coin gleaming in the sunlight. Taking a deep breath, she lunged for the signal, dodging and kicking the Romans, and the Greeks pulling away with experience. She could see the silver coin shining brighter every time she got closer, but halfway there she saw a group of Romans rush over the sign, taking it to the other side of the field. 

"Shit," Annabeth blurted out after someone tackled her. 

"Minerva's daughter," a Roman hissed. The boy had a shield almost the same height as him and was covered by golden armour. His face was covered by a helmet of the same material. Annabeth snorted at those words. Right now, he didn't feel like fighting an angry idiot. "You are going to learn to respect our goddess-"

Without letting him finish the sentence, Annabeth lunged towards the boy and he raised the shield reflexively, just before she hit the shield, Annabeth turned to the side, surprising the Roman with a kick to his back, throwing him to the side. From above, Annabeth raised her dagger to threaten the boy at her feet, but when she raised her hand, she realized that his dagger was gone. Looking everywhere for it, she acknowledges that the poor dagger had disappeared at the time of the tackle. 

Annabeth wanted to hit a wall. 

"Annie!" Piper yelled from her right throwing something at her. Annabeth reflexively raised her arm and saw that what Piper had thrown at her was nothing more than a stick in the shape of a 'y'. “Don't look at me like that, it was you who asked me to look for him if there was an emergency. Hey you! You are very sleepy ... be careful! oh, he fell head-on, do you think he'll be okay? That had to hurt. " 

Annabeth shook her head and took the stick in the shape of an 'y' and with a calculated blow she hit the boy at her feet on the head knocking him unconscious. Taking the stick by its shorter sides, she put the longer stick in front of him, pointing her way. Pointing it to the ground.

The stick had not yet moved, leading Annabeth to despair, the Greek kept pacing back and forth, sometimes in circles, looking for the stick to vibrate. Was she wrong? She was seldom wrong, and she was too proud to accept that she was wrong. In addition, she was the daughter of Athena, she could find another solution, every problem has a solution. A small vibration went up his arms, jumping from his place he saw the long stick vibrate to the ground. Releasing the air that she did not know she was holding, she followed the vibrations of the stick, following the path that led to the stick vibrating even more. She stayed above a point where the vibrations had made her arms not stop shaking. 

It's here. Annabeth thought. 

A clash of metal made her raise her head.

"Do you want to become a skewer or what?" The boy in front of her yelled from his helmet. That boy had stopped an attack from the other side, an attack that was going for her. Snorting, Annabeth ignored him, but marked with her foot where the stick had pointed. "I've saved your life and that's how you thank me-"

Annabeth pushed the boy away when she saw from the corner of her eye that another Roman was going after them, throwing the boy to one side, she dodged the spear by turning on herself, grabbed that spear at the same time, pulling the Roman towards her and knocking them out with one of his elbows. 

Turning around, she saw how both the boy and she were cornered by a group of Romans with their spears pointed at them. They both unconsciously approached each other, touching each other back to back, noticing their breaths. The boy's helmet fell right next to the two boys, Annabeth imagined that the boy had thrown the helmet out of frustration.  

"You are surrounded" shouted one of the Romans. 

"Really? I didn’t see it” the boy behind him said slightly, the boy resting his head on the crown of Annabeth's head, thanks to the fact that he was at least half a head taller than her. 

"Surrender."

The group of Romans stepped forward, further closing the circle that the two boys had around them. 

Annabeth surveyed her surroundings, still noting the weight on her head. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that the boy was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, revealing his tattoo on his arm. Annabeth's heart leapt at the sight of him.  

"I have a plan." 

"Huh. It's going to be suicide."

"Maybe. But I'm not going to lose to the Romans."

"Do I have to remind you that I am a Roman?" 

Annabeth wanted to kick him. "There is water below us. Use it." 

Annabeth noticed how the boy tensed behind her. "I cannot."

"Yes, you can. I've seen your tattoo."

The boy gulped, his breathing shallower and faster. "I've never done."

You're must be kidding me, Annabeth thought. "That's not what I saw in New York, seaweed brains."

"Gods, you're wise girl" Seaweed brains let out a slow breath, Annabeth could tell how the boy shook his head slightly. "I still remember you, you know? That back kick hurt too much."

"I took a stab for you."

Seaweed brains laughed shaking his shoulders, "I still owe you one, now that you mention it."

"Well, if you owe me one, use the water." Annabeth nudged him in the ribs as he hissed between her teeth. 

"It’s not that easy. The Romans hate everything that surrounds my father, remember? Give thanks that they let me be in this camp" little by little, both Annabeth and the boy were placed in attack position. 

"And what difference does it make if they hate you, all the more reason for you to use your power, they won't change their opinion of you."

"They can kick me out of the camp." 

"You have another camp on the other side of the country." 

Seaweed brains turned, making her pull with him. The breath of Annabeth stayed in her throat. The boy was just as she remembered, if not, even better. He had grown in recent years, his hair, which was short before, was now longer and even blacker if that was possible, making his long hair tousled as if he had walked by the sea. His sea green eyes shone with that expression of melancholy and sarcasm that captivated Annabeth the first time she saw him. Even his skin glowed a golden hue in the San Francisco sun, and he had grown in recent years, becoming taller than her.  

"You're still as eloquent as the last time I saw you, wise girl."

"I didn't know you knew that word."

"I've done a bit of research. I still remember not understanding half of the words you were saying."

"But you still listened to me, Jackson" Annabeth replied with a small smile on her lips. 

"But I still listened to you, Chase" he repeated copying her smile, the boy's smile was predatory, the smile of a boy who knows he's going to get in trouble ... and he doesn't care. 

Seaweed Brain put his hand into a fist and instant water came around the couple, drowning the group of Romans who were around him. Annabeth heard the screams behind the wall of water, she also saw how the Romans tried to swim among the torrent of water, dust and sand, spears and shields sailed without an owner. Lowering his hands, the water calmed down as the tidal wave of Romans, weapons and shields fell to the ground. 

"Here" Seaweed brains threw a dagger in his direction. Annabeth took it instinctively, realizing shortly after that it was her dagger. "You had lost it."

A scream sounded behind Percy, causing Annabeth to act quickly, making the Roman a hold on his arm and throwing him with all his might to the ground. 

"Ugh, that had to hurt" Percy giggled, scratching his neck slowly. Walking towards the Roman he leaned out so he could see his face. "Now someone has suffered what I had to suffer. I still don't know how you can lift all that weight like nothing. You told me you were going to teach me, wise girl." 

A horn sounded from the sky, ending the battle. Annabeth rose from the ground, stepping over the fallen Roman and standing by Percy's side, staring at the mess he had made. The water had formed a diameter of at least two kilometres, washing away all the opposing combatants, leaving the allies dry. Awesome. 

"The Greeks have won" Reyna's voice rang out over the entire battlefield. 

"Wow. As always your plans work" Percy glanced at her. "I thought you were going to be more excited to see me. It's been a few years now that I think about it, how's Grover doing, I tried to talk to him, but-"

Teary-eyed Annabeth silenced him with a fist on his jaw.

---

The first time Annabeth saw Percy was in New York, a few months before the battle against Kronos. The boy had run into her while on the run against a monster. Annabeth, out of sheer instinct, grabbed his arm and helped him escape from the monster, both working in perfect coordination, which caused Annabeth to have chills all over her body. 

Annabeth and Percy had been partners ever since, both working shoulder to shoulder to defeat Cronos. The only problem was that Percy was never at Camp Half-Blood, always making excuses when Annabeth told him to visit. 

It was when Grover showed up that Annabeth got her confirmations on Percy. He was a Roman demigod, not a Greek, he was the son of Neptune, not Poseidon. A strange sensation had risen up the girl's back, she could even notice her mother looking at her with accusing eyes. 

You have joined the enemy. With the enemy. 

She even noticed how a bubble of hatred grew when he thought of the Roman demigod, but when he saw those green eyes, the bubble exploded. The boy was looking at her fearfully, his eyes staring at the ground, preparing to leave her sight, but he also had a defeated look, as if he already knew what was going to happen. Annabeth shook off the feeling of that bubble of hatred and smiled at Percy, making that look the boy had disappear in a moment. 

From that day on, Percy, Grover and Annabeth were inseparable, always staying at the boy's house to make plans, although it was more like Annabeth making plans and Grover and Percy eating Miss Jackson’s cookies. Part of her time she was asking about the world of the Romans, her curiosity floating around as she listened to the information the boy gave her. She learned that Neptune was not as respected as in the world of the Greeks, she also heard how Percy told him the threats he suffered when he tried to use his control over the water. The only person he got along with was Jason, a son of Jupiter, they were both in the same cohort, and now they were more than friends, both always together, despite the voices of the lares and the other demigods, all of them wanted to keep the great Jason away from the son of Neptune, a boy who only brought bad luck and trouble.

Annabeth and Percy grew closer each day, somehow Percy complemented her. On the outside it seemed that he was nothing more than a handsome boy without a head, but being almost living together in the boy's house, Annabeth realized that it was only the boy's personality, he was much smarter than he seemed, filling in the blank holes of Annabeth's plans. He also had blind faith in her, something that caused her mixed feelings. His fatal flaw was loyalty, Minerva had told him on one of her missions.

And the day of the Battle of New York arrived, they decided it was better than Percy did not speak about his Roman lineage, both say that Percy is a fugitive demigod, and had seen the danger had formed in his city and he had come to help.

They both fought shoulder to shoulder, as if they had grown up a lifetime together. Both protected their backs and threw themselves for the attacks that went to the other.

In the battle of the bridge, when Rachel came to speak about the prophecy, Annabeth stood in front of Percy, blocking a lunge that went for the boy, falling seriously injured. Annabeth did not remember much of what happened next, she only noticed painful palpitations in her body, how little by little her body became cold, but at the same time the wound was burning. There was a moment when he opened his eyes and looked Percy in the eye.

“You are cute when you worry, with your sulky eyebrows. "

Thanks to the great work of the Apollo children, Annabeth was at 75 percent of her abilities, and ready to fight Kronos. The three friends, Percy, Annabeth and Grover went to Olympus to finally fight Cronos.

The memory of Eric still hurt Annabeth, she remembered how she had given her life to betray Cronos, despite the fact that his betrayal was useless, since Luke's body was bathed in the Styx river. Eric's words echoed in their ears, asking for their help so that the next generations of demigods were recognized by their parents. After Eric's death, Percy had given the knife to Luke, having full faith in Annabeth and that her persuasion would bring Luke to light. The knife entering the demigod's body caused Kronos's body to turn to nothing but dust, leaving Luke's dead body.

Annabeth had fallen to her feet, clutching Luke in her arms, Percy and Grover on either side of her. Annabeth knew that Percy couldn't stay in this place for long. Rising up with a force she didn't know where she had gotten it from, she had escorted Percy to the elevator, leaving Grover by Luke's side and helping Thalia somewhere on Olympus.

"I have to go back to Camp Jupiter," Percy whispered, they were both about the same height, their eyes being on the same level. Percy's eyes were red, and pockets of water accumulated in them. Annabeth's eyes were surely worse.

"Before the gods return," Annabeth whispered as well.

"We will see each other again" the phrase sounded more like a question, green eyes searching for something between grey eyes.

Annabeth didn't answer him but kissed him at the elevator doors. It was a soft and loving kiss. Annabeth didn't know when she was going to see him again ... or if she was going to see him again. Before the boy could say anything, she pushed him into the elevator.

"Chase, we'll meet again." This time it didn't sound like a question, but rather a statement. The sea green eyes held great determination.

And the doors were closed.

And it took two years for me to see him again.

---

The Romans around her gasped as Annabeth knocked Neptune's son down with a punch to the jaw. Annabeth didn't let him get up, getting on top of him putting an arm around his throat, hinting that she would strangle him without a doubt.

Percy, instead of revealing himself, laughed under her. His green eyes sparkled with new light, tearing at the wide, white-toothed smile he now wore. Some of his freckles that came out from the sun were hidden among his wrinkles. From above Annabeth could see the resemblance he had to Poseidon, both with black hair and brown skin, and both with the same wrinkles next to their eyes that appeared when they smiled.

"You're cute when you worry." Percy held up a finger, putting it in the same place Annabeth had put it two years ago, between her eyebrows. "With your brows furrowed."

Annabeth whimpered and lunged toward the boy, hugging his shoulders and neck. Annabeth could hear the boy giggling as he hugged her back. Raising her head, through the tears she only recognized those green eyes that had haunted her for years and without thinking twice she kissed him.

#AO3 fanfic #pjo fanfic #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #roman!percy au

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May I present, a Percy Jackson marching band au:

Overall: their high school marching band is slowly dying out because of loss of interest and lack of school funding, but everyone still involved is ride-or-doe for the band, and they’re doing their best to save it

Reyna: drum major, AKA the conductor and first in command- able to be in charge with strong order and tradition without having to constanly be in life-and-death situations, she’s a lot more relaxed than in canon but still ready to throw hands at times, no one has demigod powers in this au but Reyna still has the ability to rally a crowd and push people through 12 hour practices in summer.

Nico: the only flute player not severely injured, he’s covering for the entire woodwind section because all of them keep getting hospitalized for various unrelated reasons, half the band is convinced it’s cursed, Nico has had to cover for three different solos last-minute, he has every single person’s part in the show memorized and because of it people are pretty convinced that he’ll be drum major his senior year.

Hazel: guard captain, she’s an amazing dancer and has an eye for visuals, she’s in charge of overseeing flag design and prop creation, everyone outside of guard thinks she’s the purest and calmest being alive but she threatens to murder her fellow guard members for not following proper safety precautions with their saber choreography, also she’s terifyingly skilled with saber and rifle moves, and even flags can be scary if you know how to weild them.

Frank: trumpet section leader. He was thrown into command of the section when Reyna became the drum major instead of staying on trumpet (she was trumpet leader sophomore and junior year), and he’s doing his best to live up to her legacy of amazing leadership. Jason helps him remember all the traditions he’s supposed to do and all of his section thinks he’s great, but he’s internally panicking constantly.

Leo: low brass “section leader” the air quites are because he’s literally the only tuba and also the entire low brass section. He holds his own low brass section meetings and insists that he’s one of the band’s leaders, and makes a lot pf jokes about “sorry everyone in my section is an idiot, I’ll need to work with them later”

Piper: front ensemble section leader and assistant drum major. The band has a tradition where the assistant drum major is always a junior so that they can get a year of training in before taking over the band as drum major next year. On top of playing mallets and cymbals and taking charge of all the xylophones, bells, keyboard, etc., she also meets up with Reyna after every rehearsal so she can learn to conduct the show and lead the band if Reyna’s ever gone (Reyna’s literally never gone though, she’d find a way to show up if she was in a coma). Piper’s very respected as a leader now, even if it’s technically her first year (she transferred schools and joined this band at the last month of sophomore year but quickly proved herself) even if at first people thought that she was too girly to be a percussionist. She’s the type of leader who’ll be on laying on the floor, absently scrolling through snapchat while eating doritos five minutes before rehearsal starts, but the second that time clocks on she’s ready to death glare anyone not paying 100% attention to rehearsal.

Jason: band council vice president and trumpet player. Just like woth drum majors, the president in training is a junior who assists the current president until their senior year. The Drum major is in charge of keeping the band organized and looking good, the president is in charge of everything else. Jason specifically is making plans to bring the band back up by working with cheerleaders at football games and making spirit events, and he’s somehow managed to become known by the entire school in the process. He’s also the most laid back of the leaders, encouraging everyone to relax when practices get tense.

Annabeth: band council president (she’s the one in charge of Jason) and saxophone player. She manages to prganize every competition in minute details, figure out how many rehearsals the band can have without breaking, and meets with the adults of the band to struggle with the budget. She’s also an incredibly talented saxophone player and has perfect pitch, and will regularly call out things like “it’s B natural not B flat” to random practicing band members despite never having heard the song they’re playing before. She’s always right.

Percy: battery (AKA drum) section leader. He’s technically third in command of the entire band if both Reyna and Piper are out of commision, although that would never happens, but he still meets with them and knows how to conduct the show just in case. He has a reputation as a jokster, but he’s incredible at keeping time, and when the band gets off beat everyone implicitly trusts his tempo. He’s always willing to stay after rehearsal to help others refine their marching technique, he’s memorized every band members names and works to give as many compliments as possible, and while he’s harsh with drum sectionals, he keeps it lighthearted by making up rediculous memory cues for drill, writing ‘songs’ out of rhythyms to make them more memorable, and once let all the drummers throw pie at his face as a reward for an extra amazing rehearsal

#percy jackson #pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #toa #trials of apollo #rick riordan #riordanverse #jason grace #annabeth chase #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel levesque #reyna ramirez arellano #nico di angelo #marching band #marching band au #high school au #camp half blood #camp jupiter #long post

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The Others (6)

[ Mafia/Gang AU ]

On Leo’s first day of school, he managed to stand out during physical education when he managed to finish the mile run before anyone else. Everyone had been sluggish, still in break mode while he had spent a majority of his time on the court.

“You’re ready as always Leo.” His friend Byung-yoon, who he knew better as Bewhy, was right behind him. He had been the basketball team’s captain at his previous school meaning the two knew each other well. At least as well as anyone could know someone who spoke so little. 

Leo nodded.

“Let’s go to the basketball team’s tryouts together after school.”

Again he nodded.

The school day finally ended allowing students to go their own ways. Some went straight home while others socialized with friends. Others like Leo went to clubs or sports.

Bewhy placed his arm around Leo’s shoulders maneuvering him through the crowded halls. “You know Cjamm came to this school too, with his grades he’s probably in one of the lower classes but I’m sure he’ll be trying for the team.”

Leo recalled Sungmin or Cjamm, as he preferred to be called,  was the small forward of the team. Bewhy and Cjamm were childhood friends so he wasn’t surprised he knew he was at the school without having seen him. 

They got to the locker rooms and quickly changed into their sports attire before heading to the gym. There was no sign of Cjamm anywhere making Bewhy worry about his friend.

“I wonder where he is...”

Leo and Bewhy began warming up when they spotted the shorter male entering the gym followed by a taller guy.

“Hey guys, sorry we’re late but Ji-hoon got scolded on the first day.” Cjamm talked about him as if he were an old friend but most importantly as if he had forgotten who Lee Ji-hoon was.

“Uh...” Bewhy looked back and forth between Ji-hoon and Leo. He decided to ignore them for a moment to deal with Cjamm. “Don’t tell me you got in trouble too.”

“Nah,” Cjamm waved him off. “I was just waiting for Ji-hoon since he said he was joining the team.”

“So you did come here!” Ji-hoon approached Leo with a smirk. The only reason he had wanted to come to this school was that he predicted it would be where Leo went. Judging by his middle school’s distance it was easy to figure out.

Leo remained stoic as he silently eyed the unruly guy. Standing close to him Leo found himself having grown slightly taller than Ji-hoon.

Ji-hoon’s loud voice called attention to the pair. 

Cjamm’s head tilted, “Wait do you two know each other?”

Bewhy groaned, “You know him too Sungmin.”

“I do?”

“He’s number eight, Lee Ji-hoon.”

“Oh, so why did you want to be in the same school as Leo?” 

Ji-hoon realized why it was so easy for Leo to always be so quiet and yet communicate flawlessly with others. He was always being surrounded by such loud energetic people like Cjamm and Bewhy. They did all the talking while Leo listened and observed. 

“Guess you don’t talk much off the court either, huh?”

Leo made no attempt to respond when the question itself was pointless.

“He’s a bit of a minimalist,” Bewhy jumped in trying to salvage the conversation from turning into a confrontation. 

Ji-hoon took a close look at Leo’s appearance, his shoes catching his attention. “A minimalist with shoes like that?”

“Woah,” Cjamm whistled upon seeing Leo’s brand new shoes. “Your mom really loves to spoil you young lion.”

Leo narrowed his eyes at Cjamm for calling him out like that. He did not particularly care for the nickname or the fact that he was talking about his mother in the presence of someone as loud and curious as Ji-hoon.

“Is that what you guys call him?” Ji-hoon laughed enjoying the fact that Leo’s face had finally changed from its emotionless state.

“Yeah, you see Leo’s mom named him after his zodiac sign-”

Leo covered Cjamm’s mouth with his hand to stop him from giving his private information. It was followed by a single glare before he walked away to continue warming up alone.

“Now you did it,” Bewhy sighed. 

“Why’s he so mad. It’s not like I called his mom hot again.”

“You better go apologize before he gives you the silent treatment.”

Cjamm was quick to go after Leo and follow Bewhy’s advice. He knew the burn of Leo’s cold shoulder when he, in fact, made it known that he thought you were hot. 

“I’m not sure why you’re interested in Leo but try to keep your personal issues off the court.”

“Wow, you already talk like you’ll be the captain of this team too.”

Bewhy shrugged, “We’ll see.”

At the end of the tryouts, the coach stood before the lot of teenage boys with the assistant coach to the side. They were discussing amongst themselves, checking through their notes making sure they were on the same page about who would go and who would stay. There were nodding and glances in the boys' direction trying to put a face to the name when they did not recall them until finally the selection was made. 

About half the students were asked to leave until only fifteen were left. Usually, only twelve were allowed on the roster but the coach was planning for the future where he expected some kids to drop out once practice started. 

“The rest of you will have to continue coming to practice every day after school.”

“Yes coach,” was heard loud and clear throughout the gym.

While some kids gave a sigh of relief at being picked, Leo and his friends had expected the outcome. 

“Now we wait to see if we make the starting line-up.” Bewhy was hoping to once again be the leader but he wasn’t going to throw a fit if he didn’t. He was a humble guy after all, unlike others.

“Piece of cake,” Cjamm rolled his neck and shoulders feeling confident he would make the starting line-up. “I’ll be the SF, you’ll be captain, Leo will be PF and  the center will be Ji-hoon.”

Ji-hoon nearly beamed hearing Cjamm include him. He had never gotten along with his previous team so it was refreshing. It sort of nourished his need for attention. 

Leo was first to finish changing back into his uniform. He was always listening to what the others said and agreed that they were good. He glanced over at Ji-hoon as the reality began to kick in that he would be on the same team as his rival. 

The four of them walked out the front gates of the school where a black Range Rover with tinted windows awaited Ji-hoon. The driver came out to open the door for Ji-hoon giving the other three a glimpse of his lifestyle.

“So you’re a rich kid,” Cjamm teased.

Ji-hoon was never one for caution but even he knew he couldn’t go telling everyone that he was the son of a mafia leader. “Something like that,” he sighed. “Any of you want a ride?”

Bewhy shook his head appreciating the offer but he and Cjamm lived close by. They had a routine of walking home together even if they didn’t walk to school together on account of Cjamm regularly oversleeping.

“We’ll walk, come on Sungmin.”

They waved goodbye leaving Ji-hoon and Leo. “What about y-” Ji-hoon went silent as he saw Leo had already begun walking in the opposite direction. “You could at least say something...” he scoffed.

After a week of practice, the roster was made final and the starting lineup was posted on the bulletin board at the front of the school. It was meant to be seen by the entire student body so they would know the faces of their new basketball team.

“Told ya-” Cjamm smirked seeing his picture up. For once he had gone to school early with this as his motivation. “Congratulations Captain,” he gave Bewhy a pat on the back.

Captain- Lee Byung-yoon

Small forward- Ryu Sungmin

Power forward- Lee Leo

Center- Lee Ji-hoon

“I have to say I do feel a bit left out though.” Cjamm hadn’t realized all his friends shared a name in common. “Are you related to the young lion and master Ji-hoon?”

“Of course not, it’s just a common name.” 

“Speaking of...” Cjamm waved to Leo and Ji-hoon as they both entered the school gates. “What took you so long?”

Ji-hoon explained how he had stayed at his mother’s house the night before resulting in a longer commute. On the other hand, Leo offered no explanation going straight to the bulletin board to see what the other two already knew. 

The four of them were now part of the same team.

\\\

After weeks of befriending Bewhy and Cjamm, being on the same team, eating lunch together, and even having the same class as Cjamm- he still knew very little about Leo. He had yet to hear him speak a word which was annoying considering it was one of the reasons he was there to begin with.

Lee Leo was an enigma to him. He wondered how it was possible for someone to be so composed and silent. 

If he couldn’t make him talk at school Ji-hoon figured in a more casual setting, such as hanging out outside of school would do the trick. “Hey, you all want to hang out this weekend?”

“Sure, I’d like to see what a young master like you does for fun.”

“I’ve got nothing better to do,” Bewhy agreed to go along.

Everyone looked at Leo as he shook his head. It was an obvious response to the two who had known him for longer.

Ji-hoon scowled, he would have asked for an explanation but Leo was approached by a couple of girls. One immediately wrapped her arms around one of his and leaned her weight against him.

“Ummm... may we borrow him for a second.” 

Once again he was being called out for a confession making the other three, who had yet to even have one, feel inferior. They watched him get pulled away out of view.

“Are you sure nothing’s wrong with that guy?” Ji-hoon asked. “Like does he have some sort of medical condition or am I the only one who doesn’t understand him?”

The other two laughed knowing exactly what he meant. They experienced the same thoughts when they first met Leo. 

“Nah man, it’s just the way Leo works.” Without Leo around to stop him Cjamm began freely spreading his information. “You see he’s an only child from a single-parent home. Before he went to school he only talked to his mom. Socializing isn’t really his strong point but thee’s something about Leo that just makes you want to talk to him.” 

Leo drew people in with his unique character, an embodiment of charisma. t never was hard to make friends because people were always curious about him.

“You understand right?” Bewhy recalled how Ji-hoon failed to explain exactly why he had wanted to attend school with Leo. “Didn’t you come here because of him?”

Ji-hoon nodded. “After our last game... I realized that no matter how many times I hit or got in Leo’s way- he never complained. He just never said anything and went along playing the game like nothing had ever happened. It made me angry.”

Both Cjamm and Bewhy looked at each other with worry.

“I hate people like that. People that can hide their emotions, people that act like everything is okay when it isn’t.” Ji-hoon pushed his unruly hair back. At home, he was constantly surrounded by people like him. His father, his mother... yet he could barely contain his feelings.

He reminded him of his father who stuck around being married to his mother even though he clearly didn’t love her. Or how he faced his rivals with a similar stoic stance when inside he was irritated and angry.

Ji-hoon was highly intuitive and sensitive to his environment. He easily picked up on the emotions of others. He knew after every game Leo was in pain, irritated, or upset but for some reason, he wanted to hear him say it. He wanted to know why he was able to hold it all in.

Even now Leo said nothing when Ji-hoon invited himself into his group of friends.

Bewhy understood Ji-hoon a bit more now. He had been apprehensive about him at first but now he knew Ji-hoon was just like them in the way that they wanted to get to know Leo. “I don’t know if you realize it but you’re just as strange as Leo.”

Ji-hoon’s brow furrowed in question. What about me?

“You look, talk, and act like a delinquent but really you’re just a softie who has a hard time making friends.” Bewhy and Cjamm laughed simultaneously at his expense.

“The f*ck did you say about me?”

“See, you’re putting up your delinquent act.”

Ji-hoon growled but didn’t say anything. 

Their attention was drawn by Leo as he rejoined the group with not even a hint of what had happened with the girls. 

“So you’re just gonna act like nothing happened?” Ji-hoon asked.

Leo nodded sitting back down in his original spot. 

That Saturday, when the guys were going to hang out with Ji-hoon, Leo spent your day off with you. He woke up early to help you with the cooking and cleaning. All he wanted was to spend time with you even if it was doing menial things like this.

“So when is your first game?”

“Next week.”

You nearly dropped the ceramic dish you were washing. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“It’s just a practice game-”

“All games are important Leo. We need to prepare you well.”

Leo knew what that meant. Often you would take him to the spa where you worked and gave him the luxury treatment professional athletes got. It was important that his sore muscles got tended to and that he was relaxed in both body and mind. 

“Let’s go to the spa later today, okay?”

He nodded.

Later that evening you showed up at the spa unannounced. Many of the employees had already met your son and expected him regularly around the school year. 

“Boss you brought your son today,” the front desk attendant of the spa commented. She was glad to see you because something had come up that she had been contemplating whether to call you in during your day off.

“Yeah, I came to make sure he’s ready for his game next week.”

“I know it's your day off but is it possible you can help train the new employee? The hotel manager just brought her in as a special hire.”

Your brow furrowed, as the spa manager you were always consulted about the spa staff and new employees. Even if they were special hires, meaning people who got in through connections and recommendations rather than applying normally. 

It went without saying that you would indeed look over her training. Even if she was a special hire you had to assure she would not hinder daily operations. While Leo went to change into the all-white ensemble the spa provided you went to your office where a long-haired blonde woman awaited you.

“Hello, I’m the general manager of this spa L/N F/N, but you can call me Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Kim Hyun-jung.”

\\\

On the day of Leos’s first game you were seated front and center. Practice games hardly drew a crowd compared to official games allowing you the rare chance to see the game from close up.

Leo made eye contact with you upon scoring his first shot. He was glad to see you were as enthusiastic as ever clapping and cheering loudly for him.

Ji-hoon recognized the voice from games before when he would be up against Leo. He never managed to find the source until now. That must be his mom. He looked back at Leo as he smiled approving of your chanting his name before turning back to him with that determined gaze that he hated. It meant Leo was in the zone, pushing away all unnecessary thoughts and focusing on the ball. Ji-hoon had been confronted by that look many times to know Leo intended to win.

As a power forward, Leo’s efforts were focused inside the three-point line. He made sure to rule that area, making every one of his moves count.

After the first half of the game was over Leo realized he had far less need to use aggression when Ji-hoon was on his team. Not only that but he and Ji-hoon seemed to coordinate their moves well. This was good considering they were both usually scoring under the basket.

Ji-hoon nearly choked on his water when he realized Leo was staring at him from the other end of the bench.

“What?”

Leo looked away dismissing the question.

“He’s probably thinking how smoothly the game is going,” Bewhy offered the explanation to Ji-hoon. “When we played against you, Leo would use the breaks in between quarters trying to relax before he got too aggressive. Now he’s realizing it’s better to have you as a teammate than a rival.”

Ji-hoon frowned, “Why didn’t he just say so instead of giving me that creepy look of his?”

Bewhy laughed, “If you impress him he might give you an approving nod after the game.”

“That’s it, a nod?”

“What did you want, a hug? You really are a needy guy Ji-hoon.”

“Shut up!”

The rest of the game Ji-hoon focused incredibly hard seemingly entering the zone in a similar way as Leo. The two of them finding themselves able to score more points than usual, ending the game with a win.

“We did it again!” Cjamm ran around high-fiving everyone including Leo who simply stuck his hand out for Cjamm to do so.

Bewhy followed suit when Leo offered his hand to him too, “Another good game Leo.”

Leo nodded.

“You too Ji-hoon. Who knew we would all work so well together.” Bewhy caught Leo’s conflicted expression through his peripheral. “Right Leo?”

Leo sighed but nodded.

“See... got yourself a nod.” Bewhy teased Ji-hoon.

Like always you waited for Leo outside just a small distance from the gymnasium. This time it seemed Leo was taking longer than usual. Lots of other boys seemed to come and go before you spotted Leo approaching with a few friends.

You recognized Bewhy and Cjamm immediately but the boy the other boy you had trouble placing. Leo looked to be a bit displeased that they were accompanying him.

“Sorry for making you wait Ms. Lee.”

“You’re always so polite Byung-yoon. Congratulations on winning your first game, everyone did such a good job.” Your eyes met Ji-hoon’s stopping for a moment as if asking who he was.

“This is our new friend Ji-hoon,” Cjamm stepped in. “You might recognize him as number eight.”

Both Bewhy and Ji-hoon gave him a pointed look for giving unnecessary information.

“Number eight-” you gasped. What happened to him? The unruly kid from before seemed so imposing, tall, and rude. Now he was on parr with Leo it was almost unimaginable. You turned to Leo with a pout, “Why didn’t you tell me your old rival was your teammate?”

He simply shrugged, in all honesty he didn’t think it was necessary to inform you unless something came of it. Ji-hoon had proven to be quite tame. There were no more fouls or useless aggression aimed at him.

“Sorry about that,” Ji-hoon gave you a slight bow. “I was going through some things back then.” He rubbed the back of his neck feeling somewhat ashamed of himself. Apologizing was foreign to him. “It’s not an excuse just an explanation for my actions.”

“I see...” Ji-hoon’s formal speech startled you, his word choice and actions gave him an air of maturity. Leo's affirming nod was really all you needed to validate. “I appreciate your sincere apology and am glad you two have come to an understanding. Seeing you all play so well together confirms you have gotten along well.”

“We’re all friends here,” Cjamm confirmed putting his arms around both their shoulders and bringing them down to his level.

-end-

A/N: Also, I have no idea why I made Bewhy and Cjamm Leo’s friends but I think it works 😂

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When God Wasn't Watching

As requested, an AU if Patience had been a young teenager when she started her crusade--and everyone stayed their canoncal age.

***

15-year-old Patience Winslow stepped onto the train platform and into the rest of her life.

She looked around at the towering skyscrapers, mouth agape. She had never seen a building higher than the town hall in Greenhaven, and just looking at the tops of the steel behemoths made her dizzy. Someone stumbled into her and shouted a "Watch it, kid!" As her first introduction to Garland City life.

She stumbled to the side and checked her pocket. The wads of money she had stolen from Uncle Jim, a banker, were still there. They would only last her a couple pf days, but a couple of days was all she needed. Once she accomplished her goal, she did not intend on living on this earth anymore. She would be with her mommy and daddy. She would have avenged them, and they would be so proud of her, and the would be together forever, away from the cold house and the cold stares of her aunt and uncle and the cold laughs from her classmates and the cold, cold nights she cried herself to sleep. She would be warm again. She would be loved. 

Patience set out onto the cobblestone streets, money safely wadded in her pocket, and looked for a pawnshop.

***

The handle of the gun was cold in her hand. She practiced flicking off the safety and firing it behind a junkyard until the security guard told her to leave. 

She spent a chunk of her money at a hotel and consulted her meager newspaper records. One thing she was sure of was that Leonardo legally owned a nightcub called the Harp. She had seen its opening in a blurb in the paper. Her plan was simple. Fatal, but simple. But even the prospect of it made her sick to her stomach. Several times she wanted to back out, buy a ticket back to Greenhaven. But go where? Back to her aunt and uncle, who despised her? Back to loneliness and isolation and the yawning, indifferent chasm of her life?

She had made her bed and she was going to lie in it.

***

Little Italy scared her. The chaotic movement, the clamor of different languages, the bellows of the street vendors--they all unnerved her. She blended in well--with her schoolgirl uniform and hair in twin braids, she passed well as any of the littay of other girls coming back from Catholic School, lingering at Ice Cream parlors to meet their friends. Except Patience's intentions were much more sinister.

A butcher tossed a bucket full of slop and entrails into the sewer, and some splattered on her mary janes. She wrinkled her nose and jumped onto the sidewalk.

She took turn after turn, even as the day turned into evening and as the population of the street turned more and more into shady adults instead of the clash of old and young. She was starting to believe she had become lost when the spangled neon lights of the Harp came into view.

It was a popular nightclub, with burlesques every night and a bar reputed to be the best in Garland City--according to the review she had read in the paper. She knew they wouldn't let her in the front door, so she slipped down the alley. A dumpster full of stained napkins, broken glass, and vile pieces of discarded reeking trash from the backstage of the burlesque lay against the back of the nightclub. She tried the heavy metal door leading into the back of the club. No luck. 

The girl retraced her steps, feeling her way along the building. She tried the edges of the windows, shoving upward with the heels of her hands, and finally, one slid open a crack.

Patience pulled it up and scrambled  Through the window. She was a small girl even for her age and had to pull herself up before she tumbled over the window sill. She collapsed on the ground in a heap, breathing heavily. She appeared to be in some sort of storage room, with cases of whisky stacked against the wall, as well as other alcohols she could not name.

She tried the door and it slid open. The hallway was quiet they appeared to be well stocked for the night. Keeping to the shadows, she crept down the hallway.

The lights and laughter echoed from one end. She wondered where he would be--as a big-shot nightclub owner, would he be living it up on the floor or doing whatever nightclub owners did in the office? She took a chance and slunk down the hallway, away from the racket and nearer to the back of the club.

A janitor clomped by, nearly missing her, and she flattened herself against the wall. The metal of the gun was cold against her breast, the handle knocking against her ribcage every time she moved. Her sweat was so slick she was worried that it would slide down her shirt and clatter on the floor.

She peeked down another passage--this one was lined with chattering women and  half-open doors leading to what looked like dressing rooms, so she went down the opposite one. It was empty except for a single room at the back of the hall, with light peeking out from the bottom of it. She reached into her blouse and gripped her gun, and moved forward.

***

Patience stood there, unwilling or unsure what to do, then heard a voice. That smooth, distant purr made every hair on her body raise, then sent her mind into such a fury she burst through the door and aimed her gun.

A man was standing with his back to the door, a receiver held against his curly blond head. As he turned around his eyes sparked with a distant surprise but then went back to the sea blue impassiveness that she had seen only once before but remembered as clear as day. He slowly put the receiver down.

"And you are?" He said politely.

The barrel was trembling in her grip. "I--I'm--" Her brain was failing her. "I'm--don't you know who I am? You killed my parents!"

"Child," he said quietly. Then, "Sweetheart. You must have made a mistake."

Her head was pulsing. Her adrenaline was rushing. "I haven't. I know who you are. I saw you. I saw you pull the trigger--"

His eyes were dark, gentle and sympathetic. "Listen. Little one. I have never murdered anyone in my life. I own this nightclub. I inherited it from my father. Whatever you went through--sweetheart, I'm so sorry, it has nothing to do with me. Please put the gun down." He held out his hand, the light glinting off his gold rings.

Her eyes were filling up with tears. She wanted to pull the trigger. She wanted to so bad. But his voice was so gentle. So honest.

Her brain sparked a distant apprehension, just the faintest shadow, and her barrel lowered a notch.

***

Before she knew it, she was facedown on the sofa, face pressed against the red velvet. There was a crushing weight on top of her, and her arms were pinned behind her back by a hand.

She was abruptly flipped over to face a cool, composed visage, eyes cold as chips of ice. With one hand he pinned her arms down, with the other he held her revolver, barrel aimed right between her eyes. "Tell me who sent you." His voice as cold and detached as if he were reporting the weather through a radio. "The di Scarpettas? Was it Cardinale?"

Patience blinked. The reality of her situation had yet to catch up to her. "No one. I did. I'm here to murder you. You murdered my parents!" She began to struggle, but his crushing grip stilled her.

"Child, didn't your parents ever tell you not to lie?" He cocked the barrel.

"No!" She snarled back, the terror creeping down her spine and yet the fury eclipsing that. She yanked her arms. "Let go! I'll kill you! I'll kill--"

He was staring down at her, looking contemplative. Something about her seemed to convince him. His eyes were opaque, red mouth an impassive line.

"Beautiful," he said softly. 

She blinked as he ran a finger down the tear tracks on her cheeks, and hovered around the edge of her pale, angry green eyes, trying desperately not to give out to fear. He ran his fingernail around her eyes, rubbing the tears off and staring intently, perversely into her pupils.

"You would have been her age," he said.

He shifted on top of her, and suddenly his crushing weight was on her chest, and she smelled something flowery, like her aunt's perfume cabinet. Patience's whole body was trembling against his, her anger finally giving way to fear, and when he spoke his next words, a thrill of pure terror shot through her body.

"My father preferred younger girls," he whispered in her ear. "Said he liked how they wiggled and screamed. Said it made them tighter."

His lukewarm breath against her ear, the wet lave of his tongue on her skin, and his finger beneath the skirt of her pinafore made vomit heave in her throat, and she began to struggle, began to wail, fighting with all her might please if I can just get out I'll run I'll jump through the window of the storage room I'll leave Garland City I'll never come back--

She felt a smile curl against the nape of her neck. "Don't be scared, dolcezza. I'll be gentle."

***

The room was a haze of black and red, the  the black lacquer of the floor, the black glint of the typewriter, the red softness of the sofa, and the burning, wet, stinging red of--

She looked down between her legs. Blood had began to seep through the dark green threads of her skirt. The place between her legs was a mass of red and pain, cut open by a knife--or whatever he has used, but it felt like a knife, a knife of flesh and veins that left her insides throbbing and smeared.

He was talking to another man in soft Italian. The other man was tall and rough-looking with a five o'clock shadow and thick brown hair, wearing a trenchcoat. He kept glancing over to her worriedly. "Leonardo, è solo una ragazza."

"Non è successo niente, Giuseppe," was Borghese's smooth reply. 

The door slammed open. "What's going on? I heard the commotion. Are you all right, Leo?" barked another man, shorter, with black hair and wire-rimmed glasses. His gaze slid over her, and the cold, hostile look he shot her made her spine stiffe.

Every cell of her body was screaming at her, the pain and fear and agony all coming together in a sort of disbelief. All she could do was stare blankly at the widening pool of blood between her thighs that betrayed her torn insides.

They were speaking louder, still in Italian, and she only startes when Leonardo put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Patience," she said automatically. "Winslow."

"What's a beautiful little girl like you doing out here? Surely we can call someone to come and get you?"

Patience looked at his kind face blankly. She thought of her aunt and uncle. She shook her head.

"Oh, dear," he said, but his smile was widening. "Poor thing. Dolce ragazzina."

More words. She wasn't sure what the men were saying now, whether they were speaking English or Italian. Her mind was as blank as a pane of glass. She was retreating into a space only she knew, a space where she didn't have to feel or think, a space where she didn't have to hurt, just feel comfortably numb.

A hand gently gripping her arm led her out of the room and down the hallway. If she had been in a more conscious state of mind she would have noticed that the door to the store room was open and she could have made a break for it. But instead she let herself be led to a limo, the back door opening into smooth leather seats. 

The seats felt good against her legs but when she sat down, she erupted in pain again. Her insides throbbed. The bloodstain was the size of a silver dollar now.

Borghese slid down next to her, the man with the glasses next to him. He slammed the door. The man driving was the man in the trench coat. She sensed a tenseness from him that didn't let up, even after he gunned the engine and set off down the street.

The other man was still eying her coldly. It didn't make sense. She was hurt, couldn't he see that? Why was he still staring at her with his resentful, mistrustful black eyes? Why--

Borghese had leaned down to her. She was pressed against the driver's door, hunched over, and his entire body brushed hers as he leaned down.

"Have you had your monthlies yet?" He asked quietly, so quietly that she wasn't sure anyone else could hear. They certainly acted as if they didn't.

She nodded once. Her period had come for the first time last year, in the school showers, to the mockery and derision of the other girls.

"We're going to have to pay very, very close attention to your monthlies over the next few weeks."

She stared at him in a childish sort of confusion. His profile was elegant, handsome, like the movie stars in the theater posters she had crushed on. High cheekbones, blue eyes and a voice like cream.

"If you miss one of your monthlies, do you know what will happen? Do you know what will happen to your body? You'll grow a baby, right here." He pressed a finger just above her skirt, on her midriff.

The thought of having a baby was so alien to her it suddenly awaked a sort of consciousness. She started into reality. She looked into his eyes.

His voice was no longer like cream. It was like spoiled milk. "I'm going to teach you a lot about the human body over these few days. Especially about the reproductive system. We'll learn a lot together, oh we will, and I'll be honored to be your teacher."

The car idled at a stoplight, and her fingers scrabbled for the door handle. She caught it and fell backwards, skidding onto the concrete, scrambling up, legs bleeding, and running.

She dodged car after car, sometimes being missed by an inch. The beeps and curses echoed behind her as she stumbled onto the sidewalk.

Her legs were scraped, her breaths coming in high, winded gasps as she went out in a full-put sprint down the street. There were signs hung in an unfamiliar language, shady men in broad-brimmed hats and suspenders lining the street. Immodestly dressed women flitted between them, garish makeup caking their face. The crossroads were a confusing jungle of storefronts, chairs, shouting men, and potholed streets.

She was so distracted, so panicked, she crashed into someone and sprawled on the ground. The heels of her hands scraped the sidewalk where she wrenched them out to break her fall.

A drunken, red-rimmed gaze stared down at her. "Hey, kid. What's the matter?"

Patience tried to struggle up, lost her balance by the jolt of pain between her legs, and collapsed again. She didn't know where she was. She didn't know who these people were. She was suddenly, completely alone, and even as the man dragged her upright, she heard that silky voice that had come to signal her doom. "There you are, sweetheart. Don't wander away again, now."

Patience caught her feet and stumbled away. "Don't come near me!" She screamed, grabbing the attention of everyone on the street. She wrapped her arms around the man's waist. "Don't let him take me," she sobbed. His waist was lean yet muscular under her arms, and reminded her of her father. That thought made her cling closer.

The drunk man beside her was dark-haired, in a sleeveless shirt more suited to a laborer than the shabby suits most men on the street wore. His face was angular and pitted with scars that resembled the ones of her classmate Joey White, who'd had smalllpox as a child and had been the merciless victim of teasing for it. "Back off, Leo Angelino. I don't think this kid wants anything to do with you."

Borghese was standing in the sidewalk, flanked by his two men. In his neatly tucked suit and tie, he looked more professional than everyone on the street combined. "Salvatore, the child stole something from me. This is none of your business. Let me deal with her and I will let her go."

If Salvatore was just being contentious, it changed as he looked down at her. She wasn't sure whether his gaze had found the spot of blood on her skirt, or whether her generally ruffled appearance roused something in him.

"This ain't your fuckin street. Get out of here before I make you get out." People were moving to arm him at each side, people from his group of friends and from across the street.  This was not Leonardo Borghese's territory, and by his body language, he knew it. His face was a mask as he stepped back. "Well. Have a lovely night out, Sal."

As they retreated, Salvatore's body was stiff as he saw them off, a venomous look on his face. When the crowd dispersed, he looked down at Patience, and his face softened. "Hey, kid. Are you all right? What did he--"

He wasn't able to finish his sentence as Patience had flung herself away from him and began running again, desperate to get as far away as possible from this hellish place and these hellish people, from everything--ignoring the indignant yelling, the confused looks after her.

Patience collapsed in a tenement neighborhood somewhere, too exhausted to continue. She felt her pocket and realized that her money was gone--it had to have fallen out during the chase. She had nothing now, no home, no gun, no money. 

Nothing but a burning, aching pain between her legs that wouldn't go away.

#bonus chapter

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dominik: Glaubensimpulse in einer Stadt des katholischen Aufbruchs

<div class="pf-content"><p style="text-align: justify;"><img style="padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 7px;" src="http://blog.forum-deutscher-katholiken.de/wp-content/uploads/voderholzer4.jpg" alt="" width="370" align="left" />Kongress Freude am Glauben vom 14.-16. Juni in Ingolstadt<br /> Ingolstadt – das war im Zeitalter der katholischen Reform nach Reformation und Trienter Konzil eine Stätte des katholischen Aufbruchs. Nach dem Trienter Konzil wirkten hier die Jesuiten – unter anderen Petrus Canisius, aber auch Jakob Rem, der die Studenten zur tiefen Christusverehrung über die Gottesmutter – als „Mater ter admirabilis“ führte. Könnte aus dieser Stadt vielleicht auch heute ein neuer katholischer Aufbruch hervorgehen? Diese Frage stellte Prof. Hubert Gindert, Vorsitzender des „Forums Deutscher Katholiken“ zu Beginn des Kongresses Freude am Glauben, der in Ingolstadt vom 14. bis zum 16. Juni stattfand. Er stand unter dem Motto „Ohne Gott – keine Zukunft“.<br /> Die Notwendigkeit der Hinkehr zu Gott<br /> Den Eröffnungsgottesdienst hielt der Regensburger Bischof Rudolf Voderholzer. In seiner Predigt wies er auf die beiden Parallelen „Christus – Kirche“ sowie „Mann – Frau“ hin. Dies werde beim Ehesakrament deutlich, wonach die Ehe zwischen Mann und Frau Abbild der Beziehung Christi zu seiner Kirche ist. Diese Beziehung von Christus und Kirche komme auch wesentlich beim katholischen Verständnis des besonderen Priestertums zum Tragen: Der Priester repräsentiere Christus als Bräutigam der Kirche. Folglich müsse der Priester ein Mann sein. Dass eine Priesterweihe für Frauen nicht möglich sei, schließe allerdings keinesfalls „aus, dass die Kirche und alle ihre Glieder jedem Menschen mit Hochachtung begegnen, ganz gleich, welche biologischen oder psychischen Besonderheiten er hinsichtlich seines Geschlechtes aufweist. Jeder Mensch ist ein Geschöpf Gottes.“ Gleichwohl habe die „grundsätzliche Infragestellung der in der Schöpfung gegebenen Bezogenheit von Mann und Frau aufeinander … aber nicht nur erhebliche anthropologische Folgen, sondern auch theologische, insbesondere sakramententheologische.“ Diese Sorge drücke auch das Gender-Dokument aus, das vom Vatikan unlängst veröffentlicht wurde. Die Gender-Ideologie hänge mit der von Papst Franziskus kritisierten „‚ideologischen Kolonisierung‘ zusammen, durch die gerade über den Weg der Erziehung der Kinder und Jugendlichen die Schöpfungswirklichkeit untergraben wird“.<br /> Zudem sprach Bischof Voderholzer im Ingolstädter Stadttheater ein Grußwort, in dem er den Kongress als „wichtiges Forum des Austausches und der Begegnung, vor allem aber des gemeinsamen Ringens und Vertiefens des Glaubens“ würdigte.<span id="more-10056"></span></p> <p style="text-align: justify;">Gegen die „political correctness“<br /> Schirmherr des Kongresses ist Prof. Dr. Werner Münch, der in seinem Grußwort die Teilnehmer des Kongress als „große Familie“ bezeichnete, die in „Treue zu Gott steht“. Es sei eine Familie, auf die Verlass ist und die sich nicht von den Wölfen zerfleischen lasse.<br /> Im anschließenden Vortrag sprach Münch davon, dass um der „political correctness“ willen hierzulande das Grundrecht auf Meinungsfreiheit bedroht ist. Grundsätzlich werde jeder, der sachlich gegen diese „political correctness“ argumentiere – sei es in der Flüchtlingsfrage oder zum Thema Homosexualität, „Gender mainstreaming“ oder Abtreibung – in die rechte Ecke gedrängt. In dieser Situation rief Münch die gläubigen Christen – die oft genug auch als „rechtsradikale Fundamentalisten“ gebrandmarkt werden – auf, einen mutigen Kampf für die Wahrheit zu führen, denn – so erinnerte er an das Motto des Kongresses – „Nur mit Gott ist Zukunft“.<br /> Eine besondere Herausforderung für unsere Gesellschaft hierzulande ist heutzutage auch der Islam, denn mit den Flüchtlingen kommen auch immer mehr Muslime ins Land. Angesichts dieser Situation warnte der Orientalist und Volkswirt Hans-Peter Raddatz vor allzu viel Blauäugigkeit. Sicher gebe es unzählige Moslems, die hier friedlich leben, aber von der Botschaft des Korans her fordere Allah die Weltherrschaft des Islam und es gibt Strömungen, die dieses Ziel auch sehr konsequent mit allen Mitteln verfolgen.<br /> Glauben leben in der Welt<br /> Dass der Christ vor allem auch Grund zur Freude hat – wie es ja auch der Name des Kongresses „Freude am Glauben“ ausdrückt – darauf wies P. Sven Leo Conrad FSSP in seiner Predigt während der Messfeier im Außerordentlichen Ritus hin. Wichtig sei aber, dass Freude und Liebe untrennbar zusammenhängen. Beides bringe der Heilige Geist hervor, der in Taufe und Firmung gespendet wird. Die Feier der Eucharistie sei ein ewig andauerndes Pfingsten, sie stärke das Feuer des Heiligen Geistes in uns und befähige dazu, den Alltag zu heiligen und so auch der säkularisierten Gesellschaft zu begegnen. Diese, so P. Conrad, fliehen wir nicht, wir zeigen ihr aber, dass wir die kostbarere Botschaft haben.<br /> Eben genau diese Aussage, dass wir uns als Christen nicht aus der Welt zurückziehen, sondern in ihr für unsere Botschaft Zeugnis geben, kam auch in der ersten Podiumsdiskussion des Kongresses zum Tragen. Ihr Thema war „Mensch bleiben in der Arbeitswelt des 21. Jahrhunderts“. Moderatorin Regina Einig, Redakteurin der katholischen Zeitung „Die Tagespost“, konnte drei Gäste begrüßen, die, jeder in seinem Arbeitsfeld, sich für christliche Haltungen in der Arbeitswelt einsetzen. Gekommen waren Prof. André Habisch, Professor für Christliche Sozialethik und Gesellschaftspolitik an der Katholischen Universität Eichstätt-Ingolstadt, Ulrich Bösl, Vorsitzender der Christlichen Gewerkschaft Postservice und Telekommunikation, sowie der Gesellschafter Dr. Rüdiger Freiherr von Stengel. Von Stengel zeigte sich davon überzeugt, dass Unternehmer wie Arbeitnehmer, die christliche Werte leben, ideale Vor¬aussetzungen für ein gelingendes Arbeitsleben haben. Sie strahlen Sicherheit aus, ohne überheblich zu werden, erkennen ihre eigenen Grenzen und vertuschen nichts. Sie sind umgänglich im Kontakt mit anderen und konsequent in ihrer Arbeit zugleich. André Habisch machte deutlich, dass der Mensch und seine Würde nach Auffassung des deutschen Grundgesetzes und der sich daraus ergebenden „sozialen Marktwirtschaft“ im Mittelpunkt stehen. Unternehmer müssten die Fähigkeiten ihrer Mitarbeiter anerkennen und dies bei der Aufgabenverteilung berücksichtigen. Ebenfalls habe der Arbeitnehmer auch ein Recht auf Mitbestimmung. Außerdem brach Habisch eine Lanze für das Handwerk. Gute Handwerker werden gesucht, und wer praktische Talente habe, der solle auch diesen Beruf ergreifen und sich nicht dazu zwingen, ein Studium zu absolvieren. Erfreulich sei, dass auch Nicht-Akademiker gute Verdienstmöglichkeiten hätten.<br /> Ulrich Bösl, der ausdrücklich den Kongress dafür lobte, dass er sich dem Thema „Arbeitswelt“ widmete, warb für christlich ausgerichtete Gewerkschaften. Gleichzeitig plädierte er dafür, sich mit der katholischen Soziallehre und ihren bedeutenden Vertretern wie Anton Rauscher, Lothar Roos und vor allem auch Joseph Kardinal Höffner zu befassen. Die katholische Soziallehre stehe wesentlich auch für eine familienfreundliche Arbeitswelt.<br /> Moderatorin Regina Einig sprach die Podiumsgäste auch auf die Herausforderung durch unsere immer älter werdende Gesellschaft an. Hier lobte André Habisch besonders die Bereitschaft älterer Menschen, sich ehrenamtlich zu engagieren.<br /> Neben der Arbeitswelt ist auch die fortschreitende Digitalisierung in den Medien eine Herausforderung unserer Zeit. Darüber sprach Stefan Meetschen, Redakteur bei der „Tagespost“. Er stellte einerseits heraus, dass in den digitalen Medien oft nicht objektiv berichtet wird und man immer genau schauen müsse, welche Organisation hinter der entsprechenden Internetseite stehe. Zum anderen wertete er es aber als positiv, dass über die sozialen Medien gerade auch christliche Aktionen – wie etwa die Initiative „Maria 1.0“ als Gegenbewegung zu der Aktion „Maria 2.0“, die das Priesteramt der Frau anstrebt – gut verbreitet werden können. Meetschen mahnte aber auch an, dass man in der digitalen Welt respektvoll miteinander umgehen soll, wie es seinerzeit Papst Benedikt XVI. gefordert hatte. Es gehe nicht an, sich die Rosenkränze um die Ohren zu schlagen. Vielmehr gehören Liebe und Wahrheit zusammen. Auch Josef Kraus, ehemaliger Präsident des Deutschen Lehrerverbandes, befasste sich in seinem Vortrag zum Thema „Wie objektiv werden wir informiert?“ mit der Medienwelt und ihrer Auswirkung auf den Nutzer. Er beklagte, dass die 68er-Generation weitgehend die Medien beherrscht und letztlich deren veröffentlichte Meinung zur öffentlichen Meinung geworden ist. Die bürgerlich-liberal-konservativen Kräfte stellten dem 68er-Denken nichts entgegen. Konkret ging Kraus auch darauf ein, dass in der allgemeinen Medienwelt weder von den Millionen verfolgten Christen noch von den im Mutterleib getöteten Föten – ein Achtel aller Schwangerschaften wird durch die Abtreibung beendet – zu hören ist.<br /> Mission: katholisch und marianisch<br /> Gerade auch die Referate über die Macht der Medienwelt heute zeigten, dass missionarische Verkündigung jetzt eine wichtige christliche Aufgabe ist. Pfarrer Erich Maria Fink, der in Russland wirkt und außerdem Chefredakteur der Zeitschrift „Kirche heute“ ist, sprach über dieses Thema und betonte dabei, dass diese Verkündigung auch speziell katholische Glaubenssätze nicht ausklammern darf – so die Heiligenverehrung, insbesondere die der Gottesmutter, und die reale Präsenz Christi in der Eucharistie. Gleichzeitig mahnte auch er eine faire brüderliche Diskussion in christlichen Kreisen an. Man dürfe vor allem niemandem auf den Kopf hin sagen: „Du kommst in die Hölle!“ Ein solches Urteil stehe allein Gott zu und er sieht vielleicht in einem Menschen mehr Gutes als wir wahrnehmen. Dennoch sollen wir auch Andersgläubigen – so den Muslimen – von Jesus Christus erzählen und darauf vertrauen, dass die Gottesmutter uns in unserem missionarischen Kampf begleitet.<br /> Ihr, der Jungfrau Maria, war am Abend des zweiten Tages die abendliche Prozession durch die Ingolstädter Innenstadt gewidmet. In vier Kirchen wurde Station gemacht. Gestaltet wurde diese Prozession mit Marienweihe vom Vororatorium des heiligen Philipp Neri in Ingolstadt.<br /> Ehe, Glaubensweitergabe, Eucharistie<br /> Der dritte Tag begann mit einem Vortrag des Publizisten Jürgen Liminski zum Thema Ehe und Familie. Er machte deutlich, dass Eheleute glücklicher und länger leben als Singles – und dies aufgrund ihrer immerwährenden Liebe. Das könnte auch für Zölibatäre gelten, denn auch diese leben ja eine immerwährende Liebe zu Gott. Die Ehe gelinge, wenn Gott in ihr einen Platz hat: Erst soll die Liebe zu Gott, dann die Liebe der Eheleute untereinander folgen.<br /> Das Thema Mission stand wieder im Zentrum einer Podiumsdiskussion am dritten Tag des Kongresses. Mit Moderator Rudolf Gehrig sprachen Matthias Blum, Stephanie Bros, Martine Liminski und Pfarrer Christof Anselmann. Alle berichteten über ihre Erfahrungen, den Glauben in der Gesellschaft fruchtbar zu machen. Martine Liminski, die mit ihrem Ehegatten Jürgen Liminski zehn Kinder und 18 Enkel hat, berichtete davon, dass es eine große Hilfe ist, bereits in der Familie früh das Geschenk des Glaubens zu erfahren. Dies sei die Grundlage wahren Glücks. Pfarrer Christof Anselmann fügte aus seiner eigenen Familienerfahrung mit mehreren Geschwistern hinzu, dass gerade auch das spielerische Miteinander bei Raufereien und anschließender Vergebung ganz wichtige Grundlagen für ein späteres gutes Zusammenleben bildet. Als Seelsorger gab er den anderen die missionarische Empfehlung: „Von dem erzählen, was wirklich stärkt!“ Stephanie Bros vertraut darauf, Gott machen und wirken zu lassen, aber selbst dazu „Ja“ zu sagen. Matthias Blum schließlich ermutigte dazu, mehr Mut zu haben, und fügte auch gleich noch eine Geschichte hinzu. Im Kreis von Freunden, die offenbar nicht sehr kirchlich sozialisiert waren, sagte er: „Jetzt geh ich noch zur Kirche“. Und die Freunde kamen mit.<br /> Dass das Zentrum des kirchlichen Lebens die Eucharistie ist und es dazu den Priester brauche, machte Prof. Dr. Christoph Ohly, Professor für Kirchenrecht in Trier deutlich. Der Priester repräsentiere in der Eucharistie Jesus Christus, er müsse sich aber immer als sein Werkzeug verstehen und auch seinen Lebensstil nachahmen – was auch die Bereitschaft zum Zölibat einschließe. Gleichzeitig plädierte Ohly für ein Zusammenwirken von Priestern und Laien, entscheidend sei aber, die Sehnsucht nach der Eucharistie immer wieder neu zu wecken.<br /> Diese Sehnsucht wurde in den Eucharistiefeiern des Kongresses erfüllt – zum letzten Mal in diesen drei intensiven Tagen im Pontifikalgottesdienst zum Abschluss mit Eichstätts Bischof Gregor Maria Hanke im Liebfrauenmünster. In seiner Predigt verwies auch Hanke auf die Bedeutung der Eucharistie. Er erinnerte an die Begegnung des Auferstandenen mit den Jüngern aus Emmaus, den sie beim Brotbrechen erkannten. Christus ist gegenwärtig in seiner Kirche, machte Hanke deutlich, und darum ist diese Kirche auch kein „soziales Konstrukt“. Sie baue sich immer von der Auferstehung her auf und erneuere sich auch durch den Glauben an den auferstandenen Herrn.<br /> Neuer Aufbruch aus Ingolstadt?<br /> Vor dem Pontifikalgottesdienst hatte der Vorsitzende des Forums Deutscher Katholiken Prof. Hubert Gindert in seinem Schlusswort noch einmal die Frage gestellt, ob aus diesem Kongress tatsächlich ein Aufbruch für die Kirche hervorgeht. Tatsächlich gab es viel an geistiger Nahrung, die nun gut verinnerlicht werden muss. Ein Hoffnungszeichen für einen möglichen Aufbruch war vor allem auch das Jugendprogramm. Wesentlich lebte es von persönlichen Zeugnissen junger Erwachsener, die froh ihren Glauben leben, offen auch für Andersdenkende sind und damit zeigen, dass die christliche Botschaft eine Frohbotschaft zum Heil aller Menschen ist. Bei einer solchen Haltung stehen die Chancen gut, dass beim anderen die Sehnsucht geweckt wird. Und diese Sehnsucht ist der Anfang eines echten und tragfähigen Glaubens, der andere anstecken kann.<br /> Ein treffendes Statement zum Kongress gab die im Bistum Eichstätt beheimatete Consuelo Gräfin Ballestrem ab, die im Jugendprogramm die Medienakademie für katholische Apologetik vorstellte und Wege zu einem fairen und ehrlichen Austausch über den Glauben vermittelte. Sie sagte: „Ich komme gern zum ‚Forum Deutscher Katholiken‘, das die Kongresse ‚Freude am Glauben‘ organisiert. Es gibt denen Raum und eine Stimme, die gerne ihren Glauben und ihr Wissen vertiefen. Katholiken, die sich in der Kontinuität und weltkirchlichen Einheit der Kirche zuhause fühlen. Konkret gefiel mir sehr der Vortrag des Journalisten Stefan Meetschen zum Thema „Was die Neuen Medien mit den Menschen und der Kirche machen“ – ein Referat mit viel Witz, doch auch mit Fairness. Ebenso im Jugendprogramm das Podium mit einigen jungen Leuten, die davon erzählten, wie sie mitten in der Welt aus ihrer Gottesbeziehung leben. Überhaupt fand ich das Zusammenspiel der Generationen auf dem Kongress, bei dem Jung und Alt zusammenkamen, sehr schön.“ </p> <p>Raymund Fobes, Diakon<br /> Foto: Forum-Deutscher-Katholiken</p> </div>

--Quelle: http://blog.forum-deutscher-katholiken.de/?p=10056

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*Leonardo x Fem! Reader* A Princess and a Frog Au pt 3

Story Prompt: Leonardo was the second eldest prince to the Kingdom of Shangrao. You're a woman who works to make a dream become a reality in New Orleans.

Who could guess that with new experiences, new dangers lurk around every corner?

Big News

Chef Rupert hit the bell with his spatula, signaling you that orders were ready.

"Order up!"

You began to walk up to get the next orders, a man raised his coffee mug towards you.

"Another coffee here, chère."

You quickly turned and grabbed the coffee pitcher of your server plate.

"Coming right up, Virgil."

Just as you finished pouring Virgil's coffee, a woman raised her hand up and waved to you.

"Hey, Y/n!"

You briskly walked over to the woman and the group she was with in a booth table.

"Morning, Georgia."

The group variously greeted you as you put the coffee pitcher on the table.

"Hey, guys."

"We all going out dancing tonight. Care to join us?"

The rest of the group chimed in saying various positive things to try and persuade you to come join them.

"Oh, you all know I love to dance but I'm-"

You noticed hat a toddler was having a messy eating situation, so you pulled out a napkin from your dresses breast pocket.

"-You need a napkin, sweetheart?-"

After you gave the toddler the napkin, you speed walked over to a gentleman table over to give him his pancakes.

"-I'm going to work a double shift tonight.-Here are your hotcakes.-You know, so I can..."

Georgia from the group chimed in, interrupting you.

"So you can save for your restaurant. I know, I know. Girl, all you ever do is work."

Chef Swaggart hit the bell again, getting impatient.

"Order up!"

You turned your head in the direction of Swaggart and looked back to the group, and apologetic look displayed on your face.

"Maybe next time."

As you began walking away, the other girl among the group, who's name was Violet, spoke to the group.

"I told ya'll she wouldn't come."

You looked back to the group ever so slightly, feeling a little down.

"Are you talking about that blasted restaurant again?"

You walked over to the counter to grab the order Swaggart had made for a customer.

"Swaggart, your eggs are burning."

"Oh! you ain't never going to get enough for the down payment!"

Swaggart stared back at the eggs, making sure they wouldn't burn.

"I'm getting close."

"Yeah, how close?"

You, who had just about enough of Swaggart's persnickety-ness, changed the subject.

"Where are my flapjacks?"

Swaggart obnoxiously laughed, he then began piling orders onto you, to which you caught.

"You've got 'bout as much a chance of getting that restaurant as I do of winning the Kentucky Derby!"

Swaggart continued to boast, so you decided to walk away, tuning Swaggart out, and hand out the orders to there respective customers.

As you were handing the orders out, Mr. La Bouff walked in.

"Morning, Mr. La Bouff."

"Good morning, Y/n."

As you were handing out pancakes to a gentleman, you spoke with Mr. La Bouff.

"Congratulations on being voted King of the Mardi Gras parade."

Mr. La Bouff sat himself down at a table in front of a window.

"Caught me completely by surprise, for the fifth year in a row!"

Mr. La Bouff laughed at his own statement, while you smiled amusingly at him.

"Now, how about I celebrate with-"

You speed walked over and put a plate of beignets in front of him.

"Beignets? Got a fresh batch just waiting for you."

Mr. La Bouff picked a beignet off the plate, ready to eat it.

"Well, keep 'em coming till I pass out."

Just as Mr. La Bouff took a bite out of his beignet, Lottie came bursting in.

"Oh, Y/n/n!"

Lottie excitedly waltzed over to you, you chuckled at her never ending upbeat attitude.

"Hey, Lottie."

"Y/n/n, Y/n/n, Y/n/n, did you hear the news?"

Lottie then quickly sat down at the table her father was seated at.

"Tell her. Oh, tell her Big Daddy!"

Mr. La Bouff finished off a beignet and took out a newspaper.

"Oh, yeah, Prince Leonardo-"

Lottie quickly turned to you in pure excitement and wrapped her fur shawl around you like a hug.

"Prince Leonardo of Shangrao is coming to New Orleans!"

Lottie squealed and flutter kicked her legs up.

"Oh! Isn't he the bee's knees? Ooh!"

Lottie turned to around to speak directly to her father.

"Tell her what you you did, Big Daddy."

Lottie then began to shake Mr. La Bouff in pure anticipation.

"Tell her!"

After Mr. La Bouff recollected himself from Lottie shaking him, he tried to speak again.

"Well, I invited-"

Lottie, once again interrupted her father.

"Big Daddy invited the prince to a masquerade ball tonight! Oh!"

As Lottie talked, you put down a used coffee creamer pitcher and a coffee cup as Mr. la Bouff grabbed another beignet of his plate.

"Ooh, tell her what else you did, Big Daddy."

Everything was silent for a moment.

"Go on."

"And he's staying-"

"And he's staying-!"

Mr. La Bouff shoved a beignet in his daughter's mouth, in the hopes that he could finally talk, without being interrupted.

"And he's staying in our house as my personal guest."

Mr. La Bouff exhaled, relieved he at least got a sentence out. Lottie nodded along, her mouth still stuffed with a beignet.

"Oh, Lottie, that's swell."

You walked over to the La Bouff's with another plate of beignets.

"A little word of advice. My mama always said, "The quickest way a man's heart, is through his stomach."

You lightly patted your stomach to emphasize your words and walked away to continue serving other customers.

And in that moment, Lottie's eyes widened as she got an idea.

"Ah! That's it!"

Lottie swiped the beignet that was in her father's hand he was about to eat.

"What just happened?"

Lottie eagerly speed walked over to you.

"Oh, Y/n/n!"

Lottie hugged you from behind as you were putting away a tray.

"You're a bona fide genius!"

You amusingly hummed in response to Lottie.

"I'm gonna need about 500 of your man-catching beignets for my ball tonight. Excuse me, Daddy."

Lottie walked back over to her father, stuffed his mouth with a beignet and grabbed some cash out of his wallet.

"Will this about cover it?"

Lottie handed the money to you and you could barely pronounce a word at what just transpired.

"This...This should cover it just fine, Lottie. This is it! I'm getting my restaurant!"

Lottie whooped in celebration and she speed walked over to her father again. Rupert was in utter shock at what just went down.

"Ooh, tonight my prince is finally coming!"

And once again, just as Mr. La Bouff was about to eat another beignet, Lottie stopped him.

"And I sure as heck ain't letting him go!"

And with that the La Bouff's left the café. Draxum, who was sitting a table near a corner table peered over the menu he hide his face with.

He had a look of mischief on his face while his shadow's smile curled up, sinisterly.

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Little image for the second part to the Princess and a Frog Au I'm doing🙂

I made it

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*Leonardo x Fem! Reader* A Princess and a Frog Au pt 2

Story Prompt: Leonardo was the second eldest prince to the Kingdom of Shangrao. You're a woman who works to make a dream become a reality in New Orleans.

Who could guess that with new experiences, new dangers lurk around every corner?

Italics + 🎶 means singing

Years Later

As the same door to the bedroom opened, in walked you, but as a grown 19 year old woman and you were exhausted from work.

You begrudgingly closed the door with your back and kicked off your shoes with a tired look on your face. You then took off your apron and walked over to your dresser.

As you opened the top drawer, canisters of coins and some dollars could be found inside it.

"Well, that was a rough night, but every little bit helps."

You emptied the money out of one of your aprons pocket and closed the drawer. You reached into the other pocket of your apron to find the same picture your dad gave you.

A smile was plastered on your face as you placed the picture on your mirror. Right next to the mirror was a framed photo of your father when he went to war, and a medal hanging on a corner of the frame of the photo.

"Don't worry, Dad."

You placed a kiss to your pointer and middle fingers and pressed it against the framed photo.

"We'll be there soon."

Tired and fatigued, you trekked over to your bed. Not even bothering to take off the rest of your apparel, you body slammed onto your bed, almost immediately dozing off into slumber.

However, the sweet release of sleep never came, as the alarm clock rang not even a minute later.

You pressed your toes onto the alarm clock to shut it off. You reluctantly got up and opened your wardrobe closet. You hastily took off your night waitress job's little bonnet.

"Good night, Cal's."

You grabbed your other waitress uniform from the small wardrobe closet.

"Good morning, Duke's."

Time quickly passed as you left the house and caught up to the trolley as it headed into town.

~🎶In the south land, there's a city🎶

🎶Way down on the river🎶~

You were reading a magazine on cooking, not noticing a man looking at you.

~🎶Where the women are very pretty🎶~

Just as the man was about to you a flower, you got off at your stop. And much to the man's disappointment, another guy on the trolley wasn't to fond of the flower, seeing as how it looked like it was being gestured to him.

~🎶And all the men deliver🎶~

Just as you stepped off the trolley, a brass band accidentally cut you off from getting to your job.

~🎶They got music, it's always playing🎶

🎶Start in the daytime, go all through the night🎶~

Just as the brass band seemed to end, a man with a trombone caught you off guard.

~🎶When you hear that music playing🎶~

Another member of the band began to dance with you but you excused yourself form him to get to your job.

~🎶Grab somebody, come on down🎶~

You flawlessly handed out each order to the people at the front counter.

~🎶Bring your paintbrush, we painting the town🎶~

You began adding honey drizzle to some freshly baked beignets.

~🎶There's some sweetness going 'round🎶~

Just as you finished adding the powdered sugar tot the beignets, you handed them to a serious looking military soldier.

~🎶Catch it down in New Orleans🎶~

As soon as the man took a bit out of a beignet, he smiled ad saluted to you.

You smiled and saluted back, but not before you were tapped on the shoulder by the cook, Chef Rupert.

He tossed the ordered food and drinks to you and thankfully you were able to catch them all.

~🎶We got magic, good and bad🎶~

A man by the name of Baron Draxum, more commonly referred to as the Shadow man, was performing a Tarot card reading for a man.

~🎶Make you happy or make you real sad🎶~

The man turned out to hide his bald head under a hat, to which Baron Draxum gave him something that would give the man hair.

~🎶Get everything you want🎶~

The man soon afterwards tried to flirt with a women with his new look.

~🎶Lose what you had🎶~

The women screamed in fright and smacked the man with her purse, to which he could see his reflection in a window and he turned out to hair all over himself!

~🎶Down here in New Orleans🎶~

Baron Draxum chuckled at the man's reaction and flicked the coin he received as payment into his inner coat pocket.

~🎶Hey, partner! Don't be shy🎶~

The honking of a car horn caught Draxum's attention, and it turned out to be Mr. La Bouff.

~🎶Come on down, yeah and give us a try🎶~

A kid was giving out newspapers and Mr. La Bouff paid him with a big stack of cash and he drove off as the kid thanked him.

~🎶If you wanna do some livin' before you die🎶~

Draxum's shadow opened his jacket, took out the coin, and gave it back to his physical self, both feeling angry.

~🎶Do it down in New Orleans🎶~

As Mr. La Bouff was reading the newspaper, it read; Prince Leonardo comes to Crescent City - The second eldest, and eldest twin prince of Shangrao arrived this morning in Crescent City, as it is his final stop on his whirlwind tour of the US. Rumor has it that the eligible prince is looking for a bride.

The scene changed to Prince Leonardo making his debut at the docks. As quick as a flash, he ripped his formal attire off to reveal casual ones underneath.

The prince quickly grabbed his ukulele from his royal valet, Warren. He then slid down the railings to some ladies at the bottom. As the brass band was walking by the pier, Leo decided to join them, with the women following along.

As Warren was trying to get down the stairs with all the prince's luggage in his hands, he slipped on the prince's crown. He came tumbling down, as the crown landed right side up on his bum.

~🎶Stately homes and mansions🎶~

The La Bouff mansion came into view as Mr. La Bouff's car pull up to gate and Lottie got into the car.

~🎶Of the sugar barons and cotton kings🎶~

Mr. La Bouff gives his daughter the newspaper and she squeals reading that a prince was visiting Crescent City.

~🎶Rich people, poor people all got dreams🎶~

You were currently outside, giving a man his coffee and cleaning up another outside table. Leo happened to be passing by and tried to flirt with you, but you just rolled your eyes with an amused smile on your face.

~🎶Dreams do come true in New Orleans🎶~

#Rottmnt Leo x reader #Rottmnt Leonardo x reader #Leonardo x reader #Rottmnt fanfiction #Rottmnt x reader #Leo x reader #Leo PF Au #A Princess and a Frog Au #Rise Leo x reader

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dominik: Das tägliche Gebet – der Rosenkranz

<div class="pf-content"><p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Mittelpunkt unserer Gebete steht der dreifaltige Gott, dem wir unsere kindliche Liebe, Hingabe und Anbetung durch das Rosenkranzgebet zeigen wollen. Die allerseligste Jungfrau und Gottesmutter Maria nimmt uns bei der Hand und führt uns zu Gott. Im Laufe der Zeit entstanden weltweit immer mehr Gnadenorte und Anbetungskapellen. Das Vertrauen auf die Fürsprache und Hilfe der Mutter Gottes hat die Menschen immer wieder veranlasst, zu diesen Marienwallfahrtsorten zu pilgern. Wie viele Rosenkränze mögen vor den jeweiligen Gnadenbildern schon gebetet worden sein? Keiner war umsonst. Der Rosenkranz ist ein wunderbares und wirkmächtiges Gebet. Seine Entstehung geht bis in das 13. Jahrhundert zurück und nahm nach verschiedenen Veränderungen im 14. und 15. Jahrhundert die uns heute bekannte Form an. Der Hauptförderer war ein gewisser Alanus von Rupe, ein Dominikaner, auf den die Legende von der Übergabe des Rosenkranzes an den hl. Dominikus durch die Jungfrau Maria zurückgeht. Er war es auch, der die erste Rosenkranzbruderschaft 1470 ins Leben rief, der weitere folgten.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Was aber war der konkrete Anlass für die Entstehung eines eigenen Festes zur Ehren der Rosenkranzkönigin? Dazu müssen wir wieder in die Geschichte schauen. Das Christentum hat schon seit seiner Entstehung immer auch unter Verfolgung gelitten. Ab dem 14. Jahrhundert fand ein unaufhaltsamer Vormarsch der Türken in Südosteuropa statt. Mit ihrer überlegenen Kavallerie eroberten sie dort viele Gebiete westlich des Schwarzen Meeres, dazu Serbien und Ungarn; außerdem unterwarfen sie Syrien, Arabien, Ägypten und Persien. Nach der Eroberung Konstantinopels 1453, der Besetzung der Hagia Sophia und deren Umwandlung in eine Moschee, bedrohten sie zunehmend das östliche Mittelmeer. Die Bedrohung durch die Türken war nicht nur politscher und militärischer Art. Ihr Vormarsch bedeutete auch eine religiöse Bedrohung. Der Islam hatte das Ziel, seine Herrschaft über das Abendland auszudehnen. Die christlichen Völker Europas erkannten sehr deutlich, dass es bei diesem Kampf auch um ihre Religion ging. Aus diesem Grund bemühte sich der hl. Papst Pius V. um ein Bündnis der Flotten von Spanien, Venedig, Genua und Malta. In der berühmt gewordenen Seeschlacht bei Lepanto wurden die Türken am 7. Oktober 1571 vernichtend geschlagen. 15.000 christliche Sklaven, die auf den türkischen Galeeren als Ruderer dienen mussten, wurden dabei gerettet. Dieser Sieg wurde dem gemeinsamen Rosenkranzgebet der Rosenkranzbruderschaften zugeschrieben, so dass Pius V. für den jeweiligen Jahrestag dieses Sieges zu Ehren der Heiligen Jungfrau Maria vom Sieg eine eigene Festfeier anordnete. 1575 gestattete Papst Gregor XIII. allen Kirchen, in denen sich ein Rosenkranzaltar befand, dieses Fest als Rosenkranzfest zu begehen. Der liturgische Titel, den das Fest heute führt – Fest der seligen Jungfrau Maria vom Rosenkranz – stammt vom hl. Papst Johannes XXIII. Leo XIII. weihte zuvor schon den Monat Oktober der Rosenkranzkönigin.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Der Rosenkranz wurde von den bedrängten Christen gebetet, da sie sich in dieser konkreten historisch politischen Situation nicht anders zu helfen wussten und die Gebete wurden erhört. Auch in unserer Zeit wird das Christentum bedroht. In vielen Ländern werden unsere Brüder bedrängt und verfolgt; in unseren westlichen einst christlich geprägten Gesellschaften bekämpft und untergräbt die teuflische Genderideologie die Gesetze und Gebote Gottes. Und auch bei uns ist der Islam auf dem Vormarsch. Ein Abendland, das weitgehend seine christlichen Wurzeln aufgegeben hat, darf sich nicht wundern, wenn es von einer anderen Religion, die durchaus missionarisch ist, langsam, aber sicher eingenommen wird. Es ist Zeit, auch den Rosenkranz hervorzuholen und zu beten. Die christliche Nächstenliebe verbietet uns, anderen Menschen, auch wenn sie in Irrtum und falscher Religion gefangen sind und eine gewisse Bedrohung darstellen, den Untergang zu wünschen. Ja, im Gegenteil, Christus lehrt uns sogar, unsere Feinde zu lieben und gerade deshalb wollen wir für ihre Bekehrung beten. Beten wir den Rosenkranz für die Verteidigung des katholischen Glaubens, beten wir ihn aber auch für die Bekehrung der Muslime. Gott ist Mensch geworden, um alle zu retten. Wir dürfen – beispielsweise angesichts der vielen muslimischen Flüchtlinge in unserem Land – keine Verachtung gegen sie in uns unterhalten, es muss uns ein aufrichtiges Anliegen sein, dass sie den einen und wahren Gott erkennen und zum Glauben an Ihn kommen. Die Mutter Gottes hat in Fatima nicht aufgehört, die Kinder aufzufordern, täglich den Rosenkranz für die Rettung der Seelen zu beten. Folgen auch wir diesem so wichtigen Aufruf Mariens. Unser emeritierter Papst Benedikt XVI. sagte einmal in einer Predigt: „Der Rosenkranz ist eine geistliche „Waffe“ im Kampf gegen das Böse, gegen jede Gewalt, für den Frieden in den Herzen, in den Familien, in der Gesellschaft und in der Welt“. Glauben wir daran, beten wir treu und eifrig dieses wunderbare Gebet.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Die Texte der Liturgie des Rosenkranzfestes sind gleichsam ein Kommentar und eine Ausweitung des Rosenkranzes. Die Hymnen und Antiphonen des göttlichen Offiziums folgen seinen verschiedenen Geheimnissen; die Lesungen singen sein Lob, und die vielen Hinweise auf die Jungfrau, die „aufblüht unter den Blumen, umkränzt von Rosen und Lilien des Feldes“, sind klare Anspielungen auf den Kranz mystischer Rosen, den die Andächtigen Maria flechten, wenn sie den Rosenkranz beten. Das Festgeheimnis will uns sagen, dass die Verehrung des Rosenkranzes zunächst einmal eine Verehrung Mariens ist; denn er ist nichts anderes als eine Betrachtung des Lebens der Gottesmutter und, wie wir noch sehen werden. ihres Sohnes, die von der Wiederholung des Englischen Grußes begleitet wird. Deshalb legt uns die Kirche dieses wertvolle Gebet so ans Herz. Im Tagesgebet (des alten lateinischen Ritus) flehen wir: „O Gott, durch sein Leben, seinen Tod und seine Auferstehung hat Dein eingeborener Sohn uns aufgetan die Schätze des ewigen Heiles; wir verehren diese Geheimnisse im Rosenkranz der seligen Jungfrau Maria und bitten Dich: gib uns die Gnade, dass wi</span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">r verwirklichen, was sie enthalten, und erlangen, was sie verheißen.“ Der Rosenkranz ist also zugleich Gebet und Schulung. Seine Geheimnisse lehren uns, dass im Leben Mariens alles in Beziehung zu Gott beurteilt wird: ihre Freuden bestehen in dem, was Gott gefällt, während ihre Leiden sich mit den Leiden ihres geliebten Sohnes innigst verbinden. Ihn verraten, gegeißelt, mit Dornen gekrönt, gekreuzigt zu sehen – alles zur Tilgung für der Menschen Schuld – ist ihr einziger Schmerz. Und die einzige Freude ihres mütterlichen Herzens ist Jesus: Ihm Mutter sein, Ihn mit ihren Armen umfangen, Ihn der Welt zur Anbetung darbieten, Ihn schauen in der Herrlichkeit der Auferstehung, Ihm im Himmel vereint sein. Das ist die erste Frucht, die wir aus dem Rosenkranzgebet gewinnen sollten: alle Ereignisse in unserem Leben in Beziehung zu Jesus sehen; sich an dem zu erfreuen, was Ihm gefällt, was uns Ihm näher bringt; aber leiden an der Sünde, die uns von Ihm trennen kann und Ursache für Sein Leiden und Sterben war. Die zweite Frucht, die der tägliche Rosenkranz uns schenkt, ist das allmähliche Eindringen in die Geheimnisse Christi selbst. Durch Maria und mit ihr, die uns das Tor aufschließt, hilft uns das Rosenkranzgebet in die unaussprechlichen Mysterien der Heilsgeschichte einzudringen. Niemand hat sie mehr erfasst und miterlebt als Maria und niemand anderer als sie vermag es deshalb, auch uns an ihnen teilnehmen zu lassen. Wenn wir uns beim Beten des Rosenkranzes darum bemühen, uns in geistigen Kontakt mit der Gottesmutter zu setzen, um sie auf ihren Lebenswegen zu begleiten, so können wir einiges von ihrer Herzensgesinnung bezüglich der großen Geheimnisse, deren Zeugin und oft auch Trägerin sie war, erfahren. Während unsere Lippen sprechen: „Gegrüßet seist du Maria“, bittet unser Herz: Lehre mich, Maria, Jesus so zu kennen und zu lieben, wie du es tust. Wir dürfen das Rosenkranzgebet noch anreichern, indem wir nach jedem Geheimnis die wunderbaren Worte Liebe und Hingabe, alles für Dich, o mein liebster Jesus und die ganze Menschheit beten.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">In unserem Leben auf dieser Welt geht es einzig und allein darum, nach den Geboten und Gesetzen Gottes zu leben, zuzunehmen an Gottes- und Nächstenliebe, um das Ziel, das Ewige Leben in der Herrlichkeit des Himmels, zu erlangen. Das Sehnen unseres Herzens soll es sein, Gott einmal zu schauen von Angesicht zu Angesicht. Dies wollen wir nicht nur für uns erhoffen, sondern für alle Menschen, denn so will der Herr es auch. Wie wir gesehen haben, ist der Rosenkranz eines der vortrefflichsten Gebete, das uns gegeben ist. Die Heiligen wussten das. So schrieb der hl. Papst Johannes Paul II. einmal: „Das Rosenkranzgebet hat mich in Augenblicken der Freude und der Prüfung begleitet. Viele Sorgen habe ich in dieses Gebet hineingelegt und habe dadurch stets Stärkung und Trost erfahren. Der Rosenkranz ist mein Lieblingsgebet. Er ist ein wunderbares Gebet, wunderbar in seiner Schlichtheit und Tiefe.“ Und vom hl. Pater Pio erzählt man, dass er ununterbrochen den Rosenkranz gebetet hat. Ja, die Heiligen wurden durch den Rosenkranz nicht nur tiefer hineingeführt in die Geheimnisse des Glaubens, sondern durften auch immer wieder aus den Händen Mariens viele, viele Gnaden durch ihn empfangen. Ihnen allen wollen wir uns anschließen. </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">„Betet täglich den Rosenkranz“ bittet Maria in Fatima die Seherkinder. Nehmen wir uns vor, ihn treu täglich zu beten in den vielen drängenden Anliegen unserer Zeit, mit großem Vertrauen auf die liebe Gottesmutter, die am Throne ihres göttlichen Sohnes alles erbitten wird, um was wir mit kindlichem Herzen flehen. Vergessen wir aber auch niemals zu danken. Denn je mehr wir Gott danken, um so mehr wird er uns schenken. </span></span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Mittelpunkt unserer Gebete steht der dreifaltige Gott, dem wir unsere kindliche Liebe, Hingabe und Anbetung durch das Rosenkranzgebet zeigen wollen. Die allerseligste Jungfrau und Gottesmutter Maria nimmt uns bei der Hand und führt uns zu Gott. Im Laufe der Zeit entstanden weltweit immer mehr Gnadenorte und Anbetungskapellen. Das Vertrauen auf die Fürsprache und Hilfe der Mutter Gottes hat die Menschen immer wieder veranlasst, zu diesen Marienwallfahrtsorten zu pilgern. Wie viele Rosenkränze mögen vor den jeweiligen Gnadenbildern schon gebetet worden sein? Keiner war umsonst. Der Rosenkranz ist ein wunderbares und wirkmächtiges Gebet. Seine Entstehung geht bis in das 13. Jahrhundert zurück und nahm nach verschiedenen Veränderungen im 14. und 15. Jahrhundert die uns heute bekannte Form an. Der Hauptförderer war ein gewisser Alanus von Rupe, ein Dominikaner, auf den die Legende von der Übergabe des Rosenkranzes an den hl. Dominikus durch die Jungfrau Maria zurückgeht. Er war es auch, der die erste Rosenkranzbruderschaft 1470 ins Leben rief, der weitere folgten.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Was aber war der konkrete Anlass für die Entstehung eines eigenen Festes zur Ehren der Rosenkranzkönigin? Dazu müssen wir wieder in die Geschichte schauen. Das Christentum hat schon seit seiner Entstehung immer auch unter Verfolgung gelitten. Ab dem 14. Jahrhundert fand ein unaufhaltsamer Vormarsch der Türken in Südosteuropa statt. Mit ihrer überlegenen Kavallerie eroberten sie dort viele Gebiete westlich des Schwarzen Meeres, dazu Serbien und Ungarn; außerdem unterwarfen sie Syrien, Arabien, Ägypten und Persien. Nach der Eroberung Konstantinopels 1453, der Besetzung der Hagia Sophia und deren Umwandlung in eine Moschee, bedrohten sie zunehmend das östliche Mittelmeer. Die Bedrohung durch die Türken war nicht nur politscher und militärischer Art. Ihr Vormarsch bedeutete auch eine religiöse Bedrohung. Der Islam hatte das Ziel, seine Herrschaft über das Abendland auszudehnen. Die christlichen Völker Europas erkannten sehr deutlich, dass es bei diesem Kampf auch um ihre Religion ging. Aus diesem Grund bemühte sich der hl. Papst Pius V. um ein Bündnis der Flotten von Spanien, Venedig, Genua und Malta. In der berühmt gewordenen Seeschlacht bei Lepanto wurden die Türken am 7. Oktober 1571 vernichtend geschlagen. 15.000 christliche Sklaven, die auf den türkischen Galeeren als Ruderer dienen mussten, wurden dabei gerettet. Dieser Sieg wurde dem gemeinsamen Rosenkranzgebet der Rosenkranzbruderschaften zugeschrieben, so dass Pius V. für den jeweiligen Jahrestag dieses Sieges zu Ehren der Heiligen Jungfrau Maria vom Sieg eine eigene Festfeier anordnete. 1575 gestattete Papst Gregor XIII. allen Kirchen, in denen sich ein Rosenkranzaltar befand, dieses Fest als Rosenkranzfest zu begehen. Der liturgische Titel, den das Fest heute führt – Fest der seligen Jungfrau Maria vom Rosenkranz – stammt vom hl. Papst Johannes XXIII. Leo XIII. weihte zuvor schon den Monat Oktober der Rosenkranzkönigin.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Der Rosenkranz wurde von den bedrängten Christen gebetet, da sie sich in dieser konkreten historisch politischen Situation nicht anders zu helfen wussten und die Gebete wurden erhört. Auch in unserer Zeit wird das Christentum bedroht. In vielen Ländern werden unsere Brüder bedrängt und verfolgt; in unseren westlichen einst christlich geprägten Gesellschaften bekämpft und untergräbt die teuflische Genderideologie die Gesetze und Gebote Gottes. Und auch bei uns ist der Islam auf dem Vormarsch. Ein Abendland, das weitgehend seine christlichen Wurzeln aufgegeben hat, darf sich nicht wundern, wenn es von einer anderen Religion, die durchaus missionarisch ist, langsam, aber sicher eingenommen wird. Es ist Zeit, auch den Rosenkranz hervorzuholen und zu beten. Die christliche Nächstenliebe verbietet uns, anderen Menschen, auch wenn sie in Irrtum und falscher Religion gefangen sind und eine gewisse Bedrohung darstellen, den Untergang zu wünschen. Ja, im Gegenteil, Christus lehrt uns sogar, unsere Feinde zu lieben und gerade deshalb wollen wir für ihre Bekehrung beten. Beten wir den Rosenkranz für die Verteidigung des katholischen Glaubens, beten wir ihn aber auch für die Bekehrung der Muslime. Gott ist Mensch geworden, um alle zu retten. Wir dürfen – beispielsweise angesichts der vielen muslimischen Flüchtlinge in unserem Land – keine Verachtung gegen sie in uns unterhalten, es muss uns ein aufrichtiges Anliegen sein, dass sie den einen und wahren Gott erkennen und zum Glauben an Ihn kommen. Die Mutter Gottes hat in Fatima nicht aufgehört, die Kinder aufzufordern, täglich den Rosenkranz für die Rettung der Seelen zu beten. Folgen auch wir diesem so wichtigen Aufruf Mariens. Unser emeritierter Papst Benedikt XVI. sagte einmal in einer Predigt: „Der Rosenkranz ist eine geistliche „Waffe“ im Kampf gegen das Böse, gegen jede Gewalt, für den Frieden in den Herzen, in den Familien, in der Gesellschaft und in der Welt“. Glauben wir daran, beten wir treu und eifrig dieses wunderbare Gebet.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Die Texte der Liturgie des Rosenkranzfestes sind gleichsam ein Kommentar und eine Ausweitung des Rosenkranzes. Die Hymnen und Antiphonen des göttlichen Offiziums folgen seinen verschiedenen Geheimnissen; die Lesungen singen sein Lob, und die vielen Hinweise auf die Jungfrau, die „aufblüht unter den Blumen, umkränzt von Rosen und Lilien des Feldes“, sind klare Anspielungen auf den Kranz mystischer Rosen, den die Andächtigen Maria flechten, wenn sie den Rosenkranz beten. Das Festgeheimnis will uns sagen, dass die Verehrung des Rosenkranzes zunächst einmal eine Verehrung Mariens ist; denn er ist nichts anderes als eine Betrachtung des Lebens der Gottesmutter und, wie wir noch sehen werden. ihres Sohnes, die von der Wiederholung des Englischen Grußes begleitet wird. Deshalb legt uns die Kirche dieses wertvolle Gebet so ans Herz. Im Tagesgebet (des alten lateinischen Ritus) flehen wir: „O Gott, durch sein Leben, seinen Tod und seine Auferstehung hat Dein eingeborener Sohn uns aufgetan die Schätze des ewigen Heiles; wir verehren diese Geheimnisse im Rosenkranz der seligen Jungfrau Maria und bitten Dich: gib uns die Gnade, dass wi</span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">r verwirklichen, was sie enthalten, und erlangen, was sie verheißen.“ Der Rosenkranz ist also zugleich Gebet und Schulung. Seine Geheimnisse lehren uns, dass im Leben Mariens alles in Beziehung zu Gott beurteilt wird: ihre Freuden bestehen in dem, was Gott gefällt, während ihre Leiden sich mit den Leiden ihres geliebten Sohnes innigst verbinden. Ihn verraten, gegeißelt, mit Dornen gekrönt, gekreuzigt zu sehen – alles zur Tilgung für der Menschen Schuld – ist ihr einziger Schmerz. Und die einzige Freude ihres mütterlichen Herzens ist Jesus: Ihm Mutter sein, Ihn mit ihren Armen umfangen, Ihn der Welt zur Anbetung darbieten, Ihn schauen in der Herrlichkeit der Auferstehung, Ihm im Himmel vereint sein. Das ist die erste Frucht, die wir aus dem Rosenkranzgebet gewinnen sollten: alle Ereignisse in unserem Leben in Beziehung zu Jesus sehen; sich an dem zu erfreuen, was Ihm gefällt, was uns Ihm näher bringt; aber leiden an der Sünde, die uns von Ihm trennen kann und Ursache für Sein Leiden und Sterben war. Die zweite Frucht, die der tägliche Rosenkranz uns schenkt, ist das allmähliche Eindringen in die Geheimnisse Christi selbst. Durch Maria und mit ihr, die uns das Tor aufschließt, hilft uns das Rosenkranzgebet in die unaussprechlichen Mysterien der Heilsgeschichte einzudringen. Niemand hat sie mehr erfasst und miterlebt als Maria und niemand anderer als sie vermag es deshalb, auch uns an ihnen teilnehmen zu lassen. Wenn wir uns beim Beten des Rosenkranzes darum bemühen, uns in geistigen Kontakt mit der Gottesmutter zu setzen, um sie auf ihren Lebenswegen zu begleiten, so können wir einiges von ihrer Herzensgesinnung bezüglich der großen Geheimnisse, deren Zeugin und oft auch Trägerin sie war, erfahren. Während unsere Lippen sprechen: „Gegrüßet seist du Maria“, bittet unser Herz: Lehre mich, Maria, Jesus so zu kennen und zu lieben, wie du es tust. Wir dürfen das Rosenkranzgebet noch anreichern, indem wir nach jedem Geheimnis die wunderbaren Worte Liebe und Hingabe, alles für Dich, o mein liebster Jesus und die ganze Menschheit beten.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">In unserem Leben auf dieser Welt geht es einzig und allein darum, nach den Geboten und Gesetzen Gottes zu leben, zuzunehmen an Gottes- und Nächstenliebe, um das Ziel, das Ewige Leben in der Herrlichkeit des Himmels, zu erlangen. Das Sehnen unseres Herzens soll es sein, Gott einmal zu schauen von Angesicht zu Angesicht. Dies wollen wir nicht nur für uns erhoffen, sondern für alle Menschen, denn so will der Herr es auch. Wie wir gesehen haben, ist der Rosenkranz eines der vortrefflichsten Gebete, das uns gegeben ist. Die Heiligen wussten das. So schrieb der hl. Papst Johannes Paul II. einmal: „Das Rosenkranzgebet hat mich in Augenblicken der Freude und der Prüfung begleitet. Viele Sorgen habe ich in dieses Gebet hineingelegt und habe dadurch stets Stärkung und Trost erfahren. Der Rosenkranz ist mein Lieblingsgebet. Er ist ein wunderbares Gebet, wunderbar in seiner Schlichtheit und Tiefe.“ Und vom hl. Pater Pio erzählt man, dass er ununterbrochen den Rosenkranz gebetet hat. Ja, die Heiligen wurden durch den Rosenkranz nicht nur tiefer hineingeführt in die Geheimnisse des Glaubens, sondern durften auch immer wieder aus den Händen Mariens viele, viele Gnaden durch ihn empfangen. Ihnen allen wollen wir uns anschließen. </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">���Betet täglich den Rosenkranz“ bittet Maria in Fatima die Seherkinder. Nehmen wir uns vor, ihn treu täglich zu beten in den vielen drängenden Anliegen unserer Zeit, mit großem Vertrauen auf die liebe Gottesmutter, die am Throne ihres göttlichen Sohnes alles erbitten wird, um was wir mit kindlichem Herzen flehen. Vergessen wir aber auch niemals zu danken. Denn je mehr wir Gott danken, um so mehr wird er uns schenken. </span></span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Mittelpunkt unserer Gebete steht der dreifaltige Gott, dem wir unsere kindliche Liebe, Hingabe und Anbetung durch das Rosenkranzgebet zeigen wollen. Die allerseligste Jungfrau und Gottesmutter Maria nimmt uns bei der Hand und führt uns zu Gott. Im Laufe der Zeit entstanden weltweit immer mehr Gnadenorte und Anbetungskapellen. Das Vertrauen auf die Fürsprache und Hilfe der Mutter Gottes hat die Menschen immer wieder veranlasst, zu diesen Marienwallfahrtsorten zu pilgern. Wie viele Rosenkränze mögen vor den jeweiligen Gnadenbildern schon gebetet worden sein? Keiner war umsonst. Der Rosenkranz ist ein wunderbares und wirkmächtiges Gebet. Seine Entstehung geht bis in das 13. Jahrhundert zurück und nahm nach verschiedenen Veränderungen im 14. und 15. Jahrhundert die uns heute bekannte Form an. Der Hauptförderer war ein gewisser Alanus von Rupe, ein Dominikaner, auf den die Legende von der Übergabe des Rosenkranzes an den hl. Dominikus durch die Jungfrau Maria zurückgeht. Er war es auch, der die erste Rosenkranzbruderschaft 1470 ins Leben rief, der weitere folgten.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Was aber war der konkrete Anlass für die Entstehung eines eigenen Festes zur Ehren der Rosenkranzkönigin? Dazu müssen wir wieder in die Geschichte schauen. Das Christentum hat schon seit seiner Entstehung immer auch unter Verfolgung gelitten. Ab dem 14. Jahrhundert fand ein unaufhaltsamer Vormarsch der Türken in Südosteuropa statt. Mit ihrer überlegenen Kavallerie eroberten sie dort viele Gebiete westlich des Schwarzen Meeres, dazu Serbien und Ungarn; außerdem unterwarfen sie Syrien, Arabien, Ägypten und Persien. Nach der Eroberung Konstantinopels 1453, der Besetzung der Hagia Sophia und deren Umwandlung in eine Moschee, bedrohten sie zunehmend das östliche Mittelmeer. Die Bedrohung durch die Türken war nicht nur politscher und militärischer Art. Ihr Vormarsch bedeutete auch eine religiöse Bedrohung. Der Islam hatte das Ziel, seine Herrschaft über das Abendland auszudehnen. Die christlichen Völker Europas erkannten sehr deutlich, dass es bei diesem Kampf auch um ihre Religion ging. Aus diesem Grund bemühte sich der hl. Papst Pius V. um ein Bündnis der Flotten von Spanien, Venedig, Genua und Malta. In der berühmt gewordenen Seeschlacht bei Lepanto wurden die Türken am 7. Oktober 1571 vernichtend geschlagen. 15.000 christliche Sklaven, die auf den türkischen Galeeren als Ruderer dienen mussten, wurden dabei gerettet. Dieser Sieg wurde dem gemeinsamen Rosenkranzgebet der Rosenkranzbruderschaften zugeschrieben, so dass Pius V. für den jeweiligen Jahrestag dieses Sieges zu Ehren der Heiligen Jungfrau Maria vom Sieg eine eigene Festfeier anordnete. 1575 gestattete Papst Gregor XIII. allen Kirchen, in denen sich ein Rosenkranzaltar befand, dieses Fest als Rosenkranzfest zu begehen. Der liturgische Titel, den das Fest heute führt – Fest der seligen Jungfrau Maria vom Rosenkranz – stammt vom hl. Papst Johannes XXIII. Leo XIII. weihte zuvor schon den Monat Oktober der Rosenkranzkönigin.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Der Rosenkranz wurde von den bedrängten Christen gebetet, da sie sich in dieser konkreten historisch politischen Situation nicht anders zu helfen wussten und die Gebete wurden erhört. Auch in unserer Zeit wird das Christentum bedroht. In vielen Ländern werden unsere Brüder bedrängt und verfolgt; in unseren westlichen einst christlich geprägten Gesellschaften bekämpft und untergräbt die teuflische Genderideologie die Gesetze und Gebote Gottes. Und auch bei uns ist der Islam auf dem Vormarsch. Ein Abendland, das weitgehend seine christlichen Wurzeln aufgegeben hat, darf sich nicht wundern, wenn es von einer anderen Religion, die durchaus missionarisch ist, langsam, aber sicher eingenommen wird. Es ist Zeit, auch den Rosenkranz hervorzuholen und zu beten. Die christliche Nächstenliebe verbietet uns, anderen Menschen, auch wenn sie in Irrtum und falscher Religion gefangen sind und eine gewisse Bedrohung darstellen, den Untergang zu wünschen. Ja, im Gegenteil, Christus lehrt uns sogar, unsere Feinde zu lieben und gerade deshalb wollen wir für ihre Bekehrung beten. Beten wir den Rosenkranz für die Verteidigung des katholischen Glaubens, beten wir ihn aber auch für die Bekehrung der Muslime. Gott ist Mensch geworden, um alle zu retten. Wir dürfen – beispielsweise angesichts der vielen muslimischen Flüchtlinge in unserem Land – keine Verachtung gegen sie in uns unterhalten, es muss uns ein aufrichtiges Anliegen sein, dass sie den einen und wahren Gott erkennen und zum Glauben an Ihn kommen. Die Mutter Gottes hat in Fatima nicht aufgehört, die Kinder aufzufordern, täglich den Rosenkranz für die Rettung der Seelen zu beten. Folgen auch wir diesem so wichtigen Aufruf Mariens. Unser emeritierter Papst Benedikt XVI. sagte einmal in einer Predigt: „Der Rosenkranz ist eine geistliche „Waffe“ im Kampf gegen das Böse, gegen jede Gewalt, für den Frieden in den Herzen, in den Familien, in der Gesellschaft und in der Welt“. Glauben wir daran, beten wir treu und eifrig dieses wunderbare Gebet.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Die Texte der Liturgie des Rosenkranzfestes sind gleichsam ein Kommentar und eine Ausweitung des Rosenkranzes. Die Hymnen und Antiphonen des göttlichen Offiziums folgen seinen verschiedenen Geheimnissen; die Lesungen singen sein Lob, und die vielen Hinweise auf die Jungfrau, die „aufblüht unter den Blumen, umkränzt von Rosen und Lilien des Feldes“, sind klare Anspielungen auf den Kranz mystischer Rosen, den die Andächtigen Maria flechten, wenn sie den Rosenkranz beten. Das Festgeheimnis will uns sagen, dass die Verehrung des Rosenkranzes zunächst einmal eine Verehrung Mariens ist; denn er ist nichts anderes als eine Betrachtung des Lebens der Gottesmutter und, wie wir noch sehen werden. ihres Sohnes, die von der Wiederholung des Englischen Grußes begleitet wird. Deshalb legt uns die Kirche dieses wertvolle Gebet so ans Herz. Im Tagesgebet (des alten lateinischen Ritus) flehen wir: „O Gott, durch sein Leben, seinen Tod und seine Auferstehung hat Dein eingeborener Sohn uns aufgetan die Schätze des ewigen Heiles; wir verehren diese Geheimnisse im Rosenkranz der seligen Jungfrau Maria und bitten Dich: gib uns die Gnade, dass wi</span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">r verwirklichen, was sie enthalten, und erlangen, was sie verheißen.“ Der Rosenkranz ist also zugleich Gebet und Schulung. Seine Geheimnisse lehren uns, dass im Leben Mariens alles in Beziehung zu Gott beurteilt wird: ihre Freuden bestehen in dem, was Gott gefällt, während ihre Leiden sich mit den Leiden ihres geliebten Sohnes innigst verbinden. Ihn verraten, gegeißelt, mit Dornen gekrönt, gekreuzigt zu sehen – alles zur Tilgung für der Menschen Schuld – ist ihr einziger Schmerz. Und die einzige Freude ihres mütterlichen Herzens ist Jesus: Ihm Mutter sein, Ihn mit ihren Armen umfangen, Ihn der Welt zur Anbetung darbieten, Ihn schauen in der Herrlichkeit der Auferstehung, Ihm im Himmel vereint sein. Das ist die erste Frucht, die wir aus dem Rosenkranzgebet gewinnen sollten: alle Ereignisse in unserem Leben in Beziehung zu Jesus sehen; sich an dem zu erfreuen, was Ihm gefällt, was uns Ihm näher bringt; aber leiden an der Sünde, die uns von Ihm trennen kann und Ursache für Sein Leiden und Sterben war. Die zweite Frucht, die der tägliche Rosenkranz uns schenkt, ist das allmähliche Eindringen in die Geheimnisse Christi selbst. Durch Maria und mit ihr, die uns das Tor aufschließt, hilft uns das Rosenkranzgebet in die unaussprechlichen Mysterien der Heilsgeschichte einzudringen. Niemand hat sie mehr erfasst und miterlebt als Maria und niemand anderer als sie vermag es deshalb, auch uns an ihnen teilnehmen zu lassen. Wenn wir uns beim Beten des Rosenkranzes darum bemühen, uns in geistigen Kontakt mit der Gottesmutter zu setzen, um sie auf ihren Lebenswegen zu begleiten, so können wir einiges von ihrer Herzensgesinnung bezüglich der großen Geheimnisse, deren Zeugin und oft auch Trägerin sie war, erfahren. Während unsere Lippen sprechen: „Gegrüßet seist du Maria“, bittet unser Herz: Lehre mich, Maria, Jesus so zu kennen und zu lieben, wie du es tust. Wir dürfen das Rosenkranzgebet noch anreichern, indem wir nach jedem Geheimnis die wunderbaren Worte Liebe und Hingabe, alles für Dich, o mein liebster Jesus und die ganze Menschheit beten.</span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">In unserem Leben auf dieser Welt geht es einzig und allein darum, nach den Geboten und Gesetzen Gottes zu leben, zuzunehmen an Gottes- und Nächstenliebe, um das Ziel, das Ewige Leben in der Herrlichkeit des Himmels, zu erlangen. Das Sehnen unseres Herzens soll es sein, Gott einmal zu schauen von Angesicht zu Angesicht. Dies wollen wir nicht nur für uns erhoffen, sondern für alle Menschen, denn so will der Herr es auch. Wie wir gesehen haben, ist der Rosenkranz eines der vortrefflichsten Gebete, das uns gegeben ist. Die Heiligen wussten das. So schrieb der hl. Papst Johannes Paul II. einmal: „Das Rosenkranzgebet hat mich in Augenblicken der Freude und der Prüfung begleitet. Viele Sorgen habe ich in dieses Gebet hineingelegt und habe dadurch stets Stärkung und Trost erfahren. Der Rosenkranz ist mein Lieblingsgebet. Er ist ein wunderbares Gebet, wunderbar in seiner Schlichtheit und Tiefe.“ Und vom hl. Pater Pio erzählt man, dass er ununterbrochen den Rosenkranz gebetet hat. Ja, die Heiligen wurden durch den Rosenkranz nicht nur tiefer hineingeführt in die Geheimnisse des Glaubens, sondern durften auch immer wieder aus den Händen Mariens viele, viele Gnaden durch ihn empfangen. Ihnen allen wollen wir uns anschließen. </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> </span></p> <p><span style="margin: 0px; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">„Betet täglich den Rosenkranz“ bittet Maria in Fatima die Seherkinder. Nehmen wir uns vor, ihn treu täglich zu beten in den vielen drängenden Anliegen unserer Zeit, mit großem Vertrauen auf die liebe Gottesmutter, die am Throne ihres göttlichen Sohnes alles erbitten wird, um was wir mit kindlichem Herzen flehen. Vergessen wir aber auch niemals zu danken. Denn je mehr wir Gott danken, um so mehr wird er uns schenken. </span></span></p> <p>P. Dr. Dr. Andreas Hirsch FSSP</p> </div>

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admin: Weihbischof Athanasius Schneider: Ein echter Christ soll Christus nachahmen

<div class="pf-content"><p><b><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><img style="padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 7px;" src="http://blog.forum-deutscher-katholiken.de/wp-content/uploads/Schneider-Weihbischof.jpg" alt="" width="150" align="left" />„Christianus alter Cristus“, d. h. „der Christ ist ein zweiter Christus“. Das ist der erhabenste und edelste aller Titel, die ein Christ tragen kann. Schon in den ersten Jahrhunderten der Kirche haben die Gläubigen diese Bezeichnung immer wieder aus dem Mund ihrer Hirten gehört. Diese Bezeichnung geht auf den heiligen Märtyrerbischof Cyprian von Karthago aus dem dritten Jahrhundert zurück. Er sagte wörtlich: „Was Christus ist, das werden wir Christen sein, sofern wir Christus nachahmen werden“ (<i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">Quod est Christus, erimus Christiani, si Christum fuerimus imitati: Idol. (=Quod idola dii non sint)</span></i>, 6, 15). Gerade in der Zeit, in der allein schon der Name „Christ“ als ein Verbrechen galt oder zumindest Diskriminierung und Verachtung mit sich brachte, wurden die Christen daran erinnert, dass ein echter Christ Christus nachahmen soll, vor allem im Verachtet- und Verfolgtsein seitens der öffentlichen Meinung und der Politik der damaligen ungläubigen Welt.<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Als dann die Verfolgung aufhörte, haben die Kirchenväter öfters an die herausragende Würde, an den geistlichen Adel des Christseins, erinnert: <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">„Agnosce, o christiane, dignitatem tuam“</span></i>, „Werde bewusst, o Christ, deiner Würde“ (S. Leo Magnus, <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">serm. 1 de Nat.</span></i>). Der heilige Leo der Große, von dem dieser Ausdruck stammt, führt dann weiter aus: „Werde bewusst, o Christ, deiner Würde. Du wurdest zur Teilnahme an der göttlichen Natur erhoben. Falle nicht ab in die Tiefe der alten Lebensweise. Erinnere dich daran, wessen Hauptes und wessen mystischen Leibes du Glied geworden bist. Denke nach über deine Befreiung aus der Macht der Finsternis und über deinen Hin­übergang in das Licht und in das Reich Gottes.“<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Die Welt hat und wird immer Christus, den menschgewordenen Sohn, hassen. Deshalb wird sie auch immer Seine heiligste Mutter Maria und alle Seine Jünger durch alle Jahrhunderte hindurch hassen.<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">  </span>Der Christ heißt auch „Soldat Christi“. Dieses Bewusstsein war sehr stark in den ersten christlichen Jahrhunderten ausgeprägt und wurde dann auch durch alle Generationen weitergegeben, vor allem im Verständnis des Firmsakramentes, durch welches die Gläubigen zu Soldaten Christi für den geistigen Kampf geweiht und ausgerüstet werden. „Wir haben allen guten Grund, uns nie des katholischen Glaubens zu schämen, weil er der Glaube ist, den Christus gegründet hat und den die Apostel gelehrt haben. Es ist der Glaube, für den zahllose heilige Märtyrer gelitten haben und gestorben sind. Es ist der Glaube, der eine wahre Zivilisation mit all ihren Wohltaten hervorgebracht hat. Es ist der einzige Glaube, der die private und die öffentliche Sittlichkeit wahrhaft zu erneuern und zu erhalten vermag. Deshalb müssen wir die Hauptgeheimnisse dieses Glaubens und die Pflichten eines Christen kennen. Denn, wie jemand kein guter Soldat sein kann, ohne die Regeln seiner Heereseinheit und die Anordnungen des Befehlshabers zu kennen, so kann niemand ein guter Christ sein, ohne die Wahrheiten der Kirche und die Befehle Christi zu kennen. Wenn der heilige Paulus von „dieser bösen Zeit” (Eph. 5, 16) spricht, so ist damit die gegenwärtige Zeit gemeint, in der wir leben, die von Unglauben, falschen Lehren, schlechten Büchern, schlechten Beispielen und Versuchungen jeder Art umgeben ist“ (<i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">Katechismus von Baltimore</span></i>, 3. Teil, 15. Lektion).<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Papst Pius XII. sagte: „Der Christ, wenn er seinem Namen Ehre erweist, ist immer ein Apostel. Dem Soldaten Christi ist es nicht erlaubt, dass er das Schlachtfeld verlässt, weil nur der Tod seinen Militärdienst beendet“ (Ansprache an die Bischöfe der Vereinigten Staaten vom 1. November 1939).<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Ein wesentliches Merkmal der Kirche und somit des Christseins ist die Sichtbarkeit. Sich in die „Katakomben“ zurückzuziehen, bedeutet sich vom Schlachtfeld zurückziehen und sich in der Illusion verstecken, ohne Kampf überleben zu können. Das käme einer Ablehnung der militanten Eigenschaft des Christentums gleich. Der „Katakombist“ will nicht kämpfen, weil er überzeugt ist, den Kampf bereits verloren zu haben. Die Katholiken haben nicht gekämpft, weil sie die biblische Idee des geistigen „Feindes“ beseitigt haben. Pius XII. widerspricht dieser Theorie und erklärt, dass die Katholiken der ersten drei Jahrhunderte keine „Katakombisten“, sondern Eroberer waren, indem er sagte: „Nicht selten wurde die Kirche der ersten Jahrhunderte als „Kirche der Katakomben“ dargestellt, als ob die Christen jener Zeit gewohnt gewesen wären, dort verborgen zu leben. Es gibt nichts Unrichtigeres: Jene unterirdischen Nekropolen waren hauptsächlich für das Begräbnis der verstorbenen Gläubigen bestimmt. Das Leben der Christen wurde in diesen blutdurchtränkten Jahrhunderten mitten in den Straßen und Häusern im Freien geführt. Diese „lebten nicht abgeschieden von der Welt; sie besuchten, wie andere, das Forum, die Bäder, die Werkstätten, die Geschäfte, die Märkte, die öffentlichen Plätze; sie übten ihre Berufe als Seefahrer, Soldaten, Bauern und Kaufleute aus“ (Tertullian, <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">Apologeticum</span></i>, 42). Diese tapfere Kirche war immer bereit an vorderster Front zu leben. Diese als eine Gemeinschaft von Christen darzustellen, die sich aus Verlegenheit oder Feigheit versteckten, wäre eine Beleidigung ihrer Tugenden. Sie waren sich ihrer Pflicht bewusst, die Welt für Christus zu erobern, das private und öffentliche Leben gemäß der Lehre und dem Gesetz des göttlichen Erlösers zu verändern, von wo dann eine neue Zivilisation, ein anderes Rom entstehen konnte. Und sie haben ihr Ziel erreicht. Rom und das Römische Reich wurden Christen“. (Ansprache an die Jugend der Katholischen Aktion Italiens am 8. Dezember 1947; vgl. Roberto de Mattei, <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">True Devotion to the Chair of Saint Peter</span></i>, Vortrag vom 8. April 2018 in Deerfield, Illinois).<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">„Die Sendung der Kirche und eines jeden ihrer Gläubigen ist immer dieselbe geblieben, nämlich das ganze Leben, das eigene, private und öffentliche Leben zu Christus zurückzuführen. Sich auf keine Waffenruhe einlassen, bis die Lehre Christi und sein Gesetz vollständig das Leben erneuern und prägen. Er ist unser Herr, unser König, unser Friede (vgl. <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">Eph</span></i>. 2, 14). In der Tat, je gewalttätiger heute die Kräfte des Unglaubens sind, um Christus und Seine Kirche vom Weg der Menschen fernzuhalten, desto mehr sollen sich die Reihen des geistlichen christlichen Heeres zusammenschließen, um für die souveränen Rechte Christi und die Freiheit der Kirche einzutreten, wovon nicht nur das ewige Heil der Seelen abhängt, sondern auch die Würde und das Glück der Menschen auf Erden, die bürgerliche Ordnung, die Gerechtigkeit und der Friede. Wenn das Leben aufhört, ein christliches zu sein, ist es dazu ausgesetzt, rasch in Unzivilisiertheit und Barbarei zu verfallen“ (Pius XII., Ansprache an die Jugend der Katholischen Aktion Italiens am 8. Dezember 1947).<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Die Unbefleckte Jungfrau und Gottesmutter Maria besiegt alle Häresien, wie es die Kirche in der Liturgie singt (<i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">cunctas haereses sola interemisti in universo mundo: Commune Fest. B. M. V., ad Matut.</span></i>, ant. 7). „Maria besiegt alle Irrtümer, alle falschen Systeme, die der Menschheit versprechen, sie zur Vollkommenheit und zum Gipfel des Glücks zu führen, in der Tat aber bringen die falschen Systeme die Menschheit zum Abgrund der Korruption und des Zusammenbruchs“ (Pius XII., Ansprache an die Jugend der Katholischen Aktion Italiens am 8. Dezember 1947). Unter dem Zepter dieser unserer mächtigen Mutter bewahren wir unser Selbstbewusstsein mit Christus. Sie ist die Hilfe der Christen, die Königin des Friedens, ihr Unbeflecktes Herz wird uns sicherlich den Sieg bringen. Weil wir Christen sind, sind wir Kinder Gottes, sind wir ein zweiter Christus. Wir wollen immer mit Glauben und Ehrfurcht Gott dienen und Ihn allein anbeten, Seine Diener sein, die Kinder Seiner Magd, unserer heiligen und unbefleckten himmlischen Mutter Maria. „Werde bewusst, o Christ, deiner großen Würde“. <span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">        </span>Amen<br /> </span><i><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Predigt, 22. Juli 2018, Fulda,  </span></i><i><span style="margin: 0px; line-height: 107%; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #000000;">Abschlussmesse beim Kongress „Freude am Glauben“<br /> Foto(c) Forum Deutscher Katholiken<br /> </span></span></i></b></p> </div>

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dominik: Weihbischof Athanasius Schneider: Ein echter Christ soll Christus nachahmen

<div class="pf-content"><p style="text-align: justify;"><img style="padding-right: 20px; padding-top: 7px;" src="http://blog.forum-deutscher-katholiken.de/wp-content/uploads/Schneider-Weihbischof.jpg" alt="" width="30 0" align="left" /><b><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">„Christianus alter Cristus“,</span></b><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: -0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;"> d. h. „der Christ ist ein zweiter Christus“. Das ist der erhabenste und edelste aller Titel, die ein Christ tragen kann. Schon in den ersten Jahrhunderten der Kirche haben die Gläubigen diese Bezeichnung immer wieder aus dem Mund ihrer Hirten gehört. Diese Bezeichnung geht auf den heiligen Märtyrerbischof Cyprian von Karthago aus dem dritten Jahrhundert zurück. Er sagte wörtlich: „Was Christus ist, das werden wir Christen sein, sofern wir Christus nachahmen werden“ (<i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">Quod est Christus, erimus Christiani, si Christum fuerimus imitati: Idol. (=Quod idola dii non sint)</span></i>, 6, 15). Gerade in der Zeit, in der allein schon der Name „Christ“ als ein Verbrechen galt oder zumindest Diskriminierung und Verachtung mit sich brachte, wurden die Christen daran erinnert, dass ein echter Christ Christus nachahmen soll, vor allem im Verachtet- und Verfolgtsein seitens der öffentlichen Meinung und der Politik der damaligen ungläubigen Welt. </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Als dann die Verfolgung aufhörte, haben die Kirchenväter öfters an die herausragende Würde, an den geistlichen Adel des Christseins, erinnert: <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">„Agnosce, o christiane, dignitatem tuam“</span></i>, „Werde bewusst, o Christ, deiner Würde“ (S. Leo Magnus, <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">serm. 1 de Nat.</span></i>). Der heilige Leo der Große, von dem dieser Ausdruck stammt, führt dann weiter aus: „Werde bewusst, o Christ, deiner Würde. Du wurdest zur Teilnahme an der göttlichen Natur erhoben. Falle nicht ab in die Tiefe der alten Lebensweise. Erinnere dich daran, wessen Hauptes und wessen mystischen Leibes du Glied geworden bist. Denke nach über deine Befreiung aus der Macht der Finsternis und über deinen Hin­übergang in das Licht und in das Reich Gottes.“ </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Die Welt hat und wird immer Christus, den menschgewordenen Sohn, hassen. Deshalb wird sie auch immer Seine heiligste Mutter Maria und alle Seine Jünger durch alle Jahrhunderte hindurch hassen.<span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">  </span>Der Christ heißt auch „Soldat Christi“. Dieses Bewusstsein war sehr stark in den ersten christlichen Jahrhunderten ausgeprägt und wurde dann auch durch alle Generationen weitergegeben, vor allem im Verständnis des Firmsakramentes, durch welches die Gläubigen zu Soldaten Christi für den geistigen Kampf geweiht und ausgerüstet werden. „Wir haben allen guten Grund, uns nie des katholischen Glaubens zu schämen, weil er der Glaube ist, den Christus gegründet hat und den die Apostel gelehrt haben. Es ist der Glaube, für den zahllose heilige Märtyrer gelitten haben und gestorben sind. Es ist der Glaube, der eine wahre Zivilisation mit all ihren Wohltaten hervorgebracht hat. Es ist der einzige Glaube, der die private und die öffentliche Sittlichkeit wahrhaft zu erneuern und zu erhalten vermag. Deshalb müssen wir die Hauptgeheimnisse dieses Glaubens und die Pflichten eines Christen kennen. Denn, wie jemand kein guter Soldat sein kann, ohne die Regeln seiner Heereseinheit und die Anordnungen des Befehlshabers zu kennen, so kann niemand ein guter Christ sein, ohne die Wahrheiten der Kirche und die Befehle Christi zu kennen. Wenn der heilige Paulus von „dieser bösen Zeit” (Eph. 5, 16) spricht, so ist damit die gegenwärtige Zeit gemeint, in der wir leben, die von Unglauben, falschen Lehren, schlechten Büchern, schlechten Beispielen und Versuchungen jeder Art umgeben ist“ (<i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">Katechismus von Baltimore</span></i>, 3. Teil, 15. Lektion).<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Papst Pius XII. sagte: „Der Christ, wenn er seinem Namen Ehre erweist, ist immer ein Apostel. Dem Soldaten Christi ist es nicht erlaubt, dass er das Schlachtfeld verlässt, weil nur der Tod seinen Militärdienst beendet“ (Ansprache an die Bischöfe der Vereinigten Staaten vom 1. November 1939).<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Ein wesentliches Merkmal der Kirche und somit des Christseins ist die Sichtbarkeit. Sich in die „Katakomben“ zurückzuziehen, bedeutet sich vom Schlachtfeld zurückziehen und sich in der Illusion verstecken, ohne Kampf überleben zu können. Das käme einer Ablehnung der militanten Eigenschaft des Christentums gleich. Der „Katakombist“ will nicht kämpfen, weil er überzeugt ist, den Kampf bereits verloren zu haben. Die Katholiken haben nicht gekämpft, weil sie die biblische Idee des geistigen „Feindes“ beseitigt haben. Pius XII. widerspricht dieser Theorie und erklärt, dass die Katholiken der ersten drei Jahrhunderte keine „Katakombisten“, sondern Eroberer waren, indem er sagte: „Nicht selten wurde die Kirche der ersten Jahrhunderte als „Kirche der Katakomben“ dargestellt, als ob die Christen jener Zeit gewohnt gewesen wären, dort verborgen zu leben. Es gibt nichts Unrichtigeres: Jene unterirdischen Nekropolen waren hauptsächlich für das Begräbnis der verstorbenen Gläubigen bestimmt. Das Leben der Christen wurde in diesen blutdurchtränkten Jahrhunderten mitten in den Straßen und Häusern im Freien geführt. Diese „lebten nicht abgeschieden von der Welt; sie besuchten, wie andere, das Forum, die Bäder, die Werkstätten, die Geschäfte, die Märkte, die öffentlichen Plätze; sie übten ihre Berufe als Seefahrer, Soldaten, Bauern und Kaufleute aus“ (Tertullian, <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">Apologeticum</span></i>, 42). Diese tapfere Kirche war immer bereit an vorderster Front zu leben. Diese als eine Gemeinschaft von Christen darzustellen, die sich aus Verlegenheit oder Feigheit versteckten, wäre eine Beleidigung ihrer Tugenden. Sie waren sich ihrer Pflicht bewusst, die Welt für Christus zu erobern, das private und öffentliche Leben gemäß der Lehre und dem Gesetz des göttlichen Erlösers zu verändern, von wo dann eine neue Zivilisation, ein anderes Rom entstehen konnte. Und sie haben ihr Ziel erreicht. Rom und das Römische Reich wurden Christen“. (Ansprache an die Jugend der Katholischen Aktion Italiens am 8. Dezember 1947; vgl. Roberto de Mattei, <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">True Devotion to the Chair of Saint Peter</span></i>, Vortrag vom 8. April 2018 in Deerfield, Illinois).<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">„Die Sendung der Kirche und eines jeden ihrer Gläubigen ist immer dieselbe geblieben, nämlich das ganze Leben, das eigene, private und öffentliche Leben zu Christus zurückzuführen. Sich auf keine Waffenruhe einlassen, bis die Lehre Christi und sein Gesetz vollständig das Leben erneuern und prägen. Er ist unser Herr, unser König, unser Friede (vgl. <i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">Eph</span></i>. 2, 14). In der Tat, je gewalttätiger heute die Kräfte des Unglaubens sind, um Christus und Seine Kirche vom Weg der Menschen fernzuhalten, desto mehr sollen sich die Reihen des geistlichen christlichen Heeres zusammenschließen, um für die souveränen Rechte Christi und die Freiheit der Kirche einzutreten, wovon nicht nur das ewige Heil der Seelen abhängt, sondern auch die Würde und das Glück der Menschen auf Erden, die bürgerliche Ordnung, die Gerechtigkeit und der Friede. Wenn das Leben aufhört, ein christliches zu sein, ist es dazu ausgesetzt, rasch in Unzivilisiertheit und Barbarei zu verfallen“ (Pius XII., Ansprache an die Jugend der Katholischen Aktion Italiens am 8. Dezember 1947).<br /> </span><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Die Unbefleckte Jungfrau und Gottesmutter Maria besiegt alle Häresien, wie es die Kirche in der Liturgie singt (<i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">cunctas haereses sola interemisti in universo mundo: Commune Fest. B. M. V., ad Matut.</span></i>, ant. 7). „Maria besiegt alle Irrtümer, alle falschen Systeme, die der Menschheit versprechen, sie zur Vollkommenheit und zum Gipfel des Glücks zu führen, in der Tat aber bringen die falschen Systeme die Menschheit zum Abgrund der Korruption und des Zusammenbruchs“ (Pius XII., Ansprache an die Jugend der Katholischen Aktion Italiens am 8. Dezember 1947). Unter dem Zepter dieser unserer mächtigen Mutter bewahren wir unser Selbstbewusstsein mit Christus. Sie ist die Hilfe der Christen, die Königin des Friedens, ihr Unbeflecktes Herz wird uns sicherlich den Sieg bringen. Weil wir Christen sind, sind wir Kinder Gottes, sind wir ein zweiter Christus. Wir wollen immer mit Glauben und Ehrfurcht Gott dienen und Ihn allein anbeten, Seine Diener sein, die Kinder Seiner Magd, unserer heiligen und unbefleckten himmlischen Mutter Maria. „Werde bewusst, o Christ, deiner großen Würde“. </span></p> <p><i><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Predigt, 22. Juli 2018, Fulda,  </span></i><i><span style="margin: 0px; color: windowtext; letter-spacing: 0.1pt; font-family: 'Calibri','sans-serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Abschlussmesse beim Kongress  </span></i><i><span style="color: #000000; font-family: Calibri;">„Freude am Glauben“</span></i></p> </div>

--Quelle: http://blog.forum-deutscher-katholiken.de/?p=9463

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dominik: Reformer und Wegbereiter in der Kirche

<div class="pf-content"><p style="text-align: justify;">Der heilige Vinzenz Maria Strambi erblickte zur großen Freude seiner gut situierten Eltern am 1. Januar 1745 in Civitavecchia, einer Stadt vor den Toren Roms, das Licht der Welt. Er blieb das einzige Kind, auf das der Vater seine Hoffnung setzte, er könne einmal sein Erbe antreten, und die Mutter, er könne als Katholik mit einer guten Bildung sein Leben meistern.<br /> Mit Beginn des Schulalters gaben die Eltern den Jungen in die Erziehung der Franziskaner. Der junge Vinzenz Maria bekam im Zusammenwirken des Elternhauses mit der franziskanischen Spiritualität sein Temperament in den Griff und zog sich, wie seine Mutter feststellte, immer wieder in sein Zimmer zurück, um im Gebet die Nähe Gottes zu suchen.<br /> Im Alter von 15 Jahren bat Vinzenz Maria seine Eltern, ihn in den Klerikerstand eintreten zu lassen. Als Jugendlicher vertiefte Vinzenz sein Glaubenswissen und teilte es mit seinen Freunden. Der Heimatpfarrer übertrug ihm katechetische Aufgaben. Den engeren Weg zum Priestertum schlug Vinzenz mit der „Tonsur“ und dem Eintritt ins Seminar 1762 ein. Als der Vater ihn für eine lukrative Heirat zu überzeugen suchte, schickte Vinzenz ihm ein Bild der Muttergottes und schrieb dazu: „Dies ist meine Braut.“<br /> In der Zeit der Vorbereitung auf das Priestertum lernte Vinzenz den Ordensgründer der Passionisten Paul vom Kreuz kennen. Die besondere Verehrung der Passion Christi und die asketische Lebensweise faszinierten schon den Studenten. So trat er nach seiner Priesterweihe 1768 in den Orden der Passionisten ein. Für ihn war die Theologie keine abstrakte Wissenschaft. Er wusste den Glauben lebensnah in der Sprache seiner Zeit zu verkünden und in die Nachfolge Christi gerade auch für seine Person umzusetzen. Orthodoxie und Orthopraxie beschreiben den Weg zur Heiligkeit, zu Gott. Unter seinen Mitbrüdern galt er als die „lebendige Ordensregel“. Aufgrund seines religiös gefestigten Charakters und seiner spirituellen Ausstrahlung konnte er als Heiliger unter Heiligen wirken: Mit Heiligen seiner Zeit bildete er schon auf Erden eine Communio Sanctorum. Im Orden der Passionisten wurde er mit führenden Aufgaben betraut.<br /> Im Auftrag von Papst Klemens XIV. predigte er in Rom und weitete seine Predigttätigkeit auf ganz Italien aus. Papst Pius VII. erwählte ihn 1800 zum Bischof von Macerata und Tolentino. Er wollte die Kirche in seiner Diözese an Haupt und Gliedern reformieren. Die Voraussetzungen, die er mitbrachte waren: fester Glauben, gute Sitten, Frömmigkeit, Seeleneifer, Lebensweisheit und Klugheit. Besonders sorgte er sich um die Armen, Waisen und Alten. Aus der Betrachtung des Leidens Jesu und seiner Wunden schöpfte er Kraft für sein Wirken im Orden und in der Kirche.<br /> Weil er sich den Forderungen Napoleons widersetzte, musste er ins Exil gehen und konnte erst nach neun Jahren wieder zurückkehren, und setzte sich dann für die sittlich-moralische Erneuerung einsetzte.<br /> Schon während seines Exils hatte Vinzenz Maria Papst Pius VII. gebeten, ihm die Bürde des Bischofsamtes zu nehmen. Papst Leo XII. nahm 1823 die Resignation des Bischofs von Macerata an, bat aber um seinen Dienst als Berater und Beichtvater. Als im Winter 1823 Leo XII. schwer erkrankte und man seinen Tod befürchtete, bot Strambi Gott sein Leben für das Leben des Papstes. Gott nahm das Opfer an.<br /> Der Papst durfte weitere fünf Jahre und vier Monate leben. Bischof Vinzenz Maria Strambi starb an seinem nächsten Geburtstag am 1. Januar 1824.<br /> Die Heiligsprechung erfolgte 1950 durch Papst Pius XII.</p> <p>Gerhard Stumpf </p> </div>

--Quelle: http://blog.forum-deutscher-katholiken.de/?p=9397