#request 1303

[lostdrarryfics]

Hello! I am trying desperately to find a Drarry fan fiction I read a couple years ago and would be FOREVER grateful of you, if you know of it. Essentially, it is Post War and Draco is sent to Azkaban but is essentially forgotten about for years and builds up a routine that he has to follow every day. He has severe psychological damage and Harry finds out that he has been in Azkaban for way longer than he should be and rescues him, but Draco has such psychological damage that he doesn’t want to leave and the story continues with Harry helping Draco recover. It’s super well written and so heartbreaking but has such a well thought out ending. Please let me know if you know the name of this fic!!! Unfortunately, I cannot remember what the rating. Thank you so much! XOXO

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[poraphia]

"I’ll Hold Your Hands."

Wilbur x anxious!reader 1303 words • 8.16.23 Request from @ax-y10! Reader has anxiety and picks at their hands and fingers. Reader is also overstimulated and nervous, but Will comforts! wilbur soot masterlist here :)

It's our first date, but you've shown me that even through anxious habits, you'll do anything to make me happy.

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“Hey, you ready?” A soft voice asked through the phone. Even with no effort his accent could send shivers down my spine.

“Mhm,” I hummed. “Give me a moment to come downstairs.” I took one final look in the mirror, making sure my outfit was pressed down enough to compliment my curves and gorgeous enough to let Will know there won’t be any regrets in asking me out. I slipped on the perfect set of shoes before walking out of my hotel room and toward the nearest elevator.

I was only staying in Brighton for two weeks before heading back home. Wilbur and I have been friends for a while beforehand. It wasn’t until recently that mutual feelings started to bubble up between us. It was a late night 2 AM call when Will asked me:

“Hey, (y/n)..?”

“Yes, Will?”

“Um… If you do come to Brighton anytime soon… I know a lovely place for us to eat dinner.”

I chuckled, noticing the shyness of his voice. “Are you asking me out, Mr. Gold?”

“Perhaps.”

After some packing and planning, I flew out to the United Kingdom to visit friends, travel to different locations, and most of all, go on my first date with the one and only, Wilbur Soot.

The elevator doors slid open. I walked out with the clicking of my shoes echoing down the hallway. Once I made it to the lobby, it didn’t take long to spot the dashing tall man sitting on one of the complementary couches. His legs were crossed with his glasses resting upon the bridge of his nose. I waved at him in an attempt to get his attention, and soon enough he spotted me as well.

Once he got up, I was able to see his outfit more properly. He was wearing black slacks with black dress shoes on, and he wore an orange dress shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned. His hair was fluffier than usual, and his sleeves were folded up to show his forearms.

A big smile was planted on his face now as he outstretched his arms. I picked up my pace before nearly throwing myself in his embrace, hugging him tightly. His limbs wrapped around my waist before lifting me in the air and twirling me around.

“It feels good to finally see you!” He exclaimed through laughs. He put me down and stepped back a bit, admiring my outfit. “You look so beautiful..” He muttered.

A soft chuckle escaped my lips. “I could say the same for you.” I said, making sure I hid my hands behind my back. He raised an eyebrow before reaching for my arm and holding my hand.

“Come on, the restaurant is just a taxi cab away.” He said, to which I nodded in response. We walked side-by-side, but a bit of my confidence faltered. Did he notice my fingers? I painted them this morning so that from a glance, they looked perfectly fine. But I know that with a good look, anyone could notice the peeling skin, the bitten-off nails, and the swollen tips. It’s safe to say, I wasn’t opting to be a hand model anytime soon.

Wilbur kept my hand in his as we entered the taxi. After he directed the driver and paid him, he turned to me. “Hey, you doing alright?” He asked. He used his thumb to soothe the back of my hand, but his furrowed eyebrows and worried glance never left my face.

“Hm? Oh, I’m fine, Will, don’t worry.” I reassured.

I was very much not fine.

I didn’t have the realization that I was in an entirely new country, going on a date with a long-term best friend I’ve had on the internet, to what I presume to be a relatively fancy restaurant in the city—

until now.

Nervously, with my other hand, I started to pick off the skin of my thumb with my index finger, a little frustrated that I was unable to use both hands. Wilbur and I continued to have regular conversations as I absent-mindedly scratched off nail polish and skin.

Once we got to the restaurant, I made sure to hide my other hand in my pocket or behind my back. Anywhere out of Wilbur’s vision. The only time Wilbur let go of my hand was to check off the reservation he had for us as we followed the waiter to our table. In cushioned chairs, we sat across from each other. The white tablecloth and circular surface sat promptly in between us.

Our waiter placed the menus in front of us, and Wilbur immediately picked up the booklet to begin examining the options. I, on the other hand, quickly flipped it open and hid my hands under the table, still fiddling with swollen fingers. Once again, my heart was racing. The abundance of people in the room chattering with utensils clinking against plates, someone I consider important in my life sitting right in front of me, my shaking leg bouncing my hands up and down— I’m getting overstimulated.

“(y/n)? (y/n)!” His voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up, only to notice our waiter was back with a pen and notepad. I glanced over to Will. His head was tilted, and he only looked at me with concerned glistens in his eyes. “Do you know what you want to drink?” He asked softly. I looked over to the waiter again.

“Oh— uh, can I just get a water?” I asked, stammering over my words. The waiter nodded before walking away to retrieve our beverages.

“(y/n), you haven’t been holding up so well and you look pale. Is everything alright?” Wilbur asked. His hands were placed on the table, almost reaching at me so that he may take my hand in his. I sighed, looking down at my lap in shame.

“You promise not to judge, right?” I said.

Wilbur shook his head. “No, no, of course not, love… Tell me what’s wrong.”

With a deep inhale, I placed my hands on the table. My nail polish was chipped, and the tips of my fingers were beet red. By the sides of my nails, my skin was peeling off.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He sighed. Carefully, he picked my hands up by the palm and brought them close to his lips, gingerly kissing each finger with the softness of his lips. My face flushed at the sight, not being able to look away.

“I-it’s just,” I started. Tiny tears started to prick at my eyes. “I didn’t realize how fast this was all happening, and I guess I started to get all… Panic-y. I-I’m just really sorry. I didn’t want to ruin tonight.” I stuttered out with a trembling voice.

“Love, I promise you, you didn’t ruin anything. Everything is okay. Do you want to get out of here? If this is all too much we can go back to the hotel and just hang out there. Anything you want, (y/n). Because what matters at the end of the day, to me, is that we have a great time together.” He planted one last kiss in the palm of my hand. “That’s all I want for us.”

I couldn’t help the small sniffle as the warmth of his words wrapped me tightly in a blanket. I looked at him with lovestruck in my eyes. I wanted to do nothing but melt in his embrace, bury myself in the crook of his neck every morning, to hold hands while walking around the big city. At that moment I knew—

I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.

With the sincerest smile, I looked at him.

“Just keep holding my hands, Will.”

In turn, his dimples nearly lit up my whole world.

“Only for you.”

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a / n ~ eep hope you enjoyed! Ax i hope this comforts you in some sort of way I lowkey had to do my research for this one loll

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[vodika-vibes]

Miscommunication

So, todays writing practice features Commander Wolffe. I'm not sure I got his personality down, but maybe I'm just over thinking it.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader

Word Count: 1303

Songs: None

Warnings: Canon typical violence

Commander Wolffe hates you.

Well. You think he hates you. He never talks to you, and when he does talk to you he sort of just…speaks in your general direction rather than speaking directly to you. Or even at you. At this point you’d take him talking at you.

For the love of everything holy, he even talks to General Koon’s astromech.

You let out a noise of frustration and allow your head to thump against your desk. A lot harder than you meant, as pain bloomed across your forehead. You groan and lift your head enough to rub the painful spot.

“Is everything alright, young one.”

“General Koon,” You greet with a small smile, carefully sitting up fully, “Is everything alright? Did you need medical attention?”

“I’m uninjured,” He reassures, “I could sense your frustration from the bridge, and came to check on you.”

Shame floods you, and you feel your face start to burn. “I’m so sorry, General. I never meant to distract-”

He holds up a hand, stalling your apologies, “There’s no need to apologize. But I am worried about you. What’s troubling you so much? Are the men giving you a hard time?”

“No, no. They’re wonderful. No one has given me a hard time, aside from the normal not wanting medical attention,” She reassures, “But I think it’s a pride thing.”

General Koon nods slowly, “The war, then? Are you feeling burned out?”

“I…no. Not yet, at least. But I’m sure it’ll come.” You reassure, “Really, General, it’s…it’s a stupid thing, honestly. Not something you should bother yourself with.”

“Tell me anyway,” He suggests, “A problem shared is a problem halved, after all.”

That’s…true, you admit to yourself. You worry your lower lip between your teeth. “It’s…” Your shoulders slump slightly, “I think Commander Wolffe hates me.”

There’s silence for a moment, and then General Koon releases a noise that you realize is a laugh, “I assure you, he doesn’t.”

You’re doubtful. “He doesn’t look at me, and whenever he needs to talk to me, he sort of just talks in my direction. He doesn’t even talk at me, General.” You’re more than a little frustrated at this point, “He talks to the medical equipment, and I’m eavesdropping!”

General Koon laughs a little more, “I promise, he doesn’t hate you.”

“If my presence on the ship is making him uncomfortable I can request a transfer-” You continue, only to stop when General Koon places his hand on your shoulder.

“He doesn’t hate you. And you don’t make him uncomfortable. Not in the sense you might be thinking.” General Koon repeats for the third time.

“What does that even mean?” You ask blankly.

General Koon hums thoughtfully, “You’re a very attractive young woman. Commander Wolffe isn’t sure how to talk to you.”

“What?” Your jaw drops, “Are you telling me that Commander Wolffe is shy?”

“When it comes to you, and only you.” General Koon agrees pleasantly. He lightly pats your shoulder as you stare at him in utter disbelief, “This was a good talk, I’m glad I was able to help.” He says cheerfully, before he turns and leaves your medbay.

You thought, well, hoped, that you would have a little more time to process that particular bombshell that General Koon sort of threw at you and then expected you to juggle with everything else.

But that isn’t what happened.

Instead, the Wolfpack was deployed to a planet that had been ravaged by the Separatists. It should have been a simple search and rescue mission. That’s what you were told, however that isn’t what happened.

You’re running from one side of the medical tent to the other, helping the clone medics stabilize injured troopers, and then moving on to the next trooper. There weren’t supposed to be any droids left on planet.

“Doc! The Commander was hit!”

You hurry to Wolffe’s side, and for the first time ever, he meets your eyes. “Go,” You call, “I have him.” The medics hurry to other patients as you shove Wolffe onto a gurney. “Commander, you have a pipe through your shoulder.”

He groans in pain, “I need to get back out there-” He tries to sit up.

You easily push him back down, “You need to shut up and let me do my job.”

“When did you get so strong?”

“You have a fucking pipe sticking in your body, Commander. An infant could overpower you right now.” You point out, and then you favor him with a small, reassuring smile, “Don’t worry Commander, I’ll get you sorted out.”

“Never worried about that,” He replies with a grimace crossing his face as the pain medicine kicks in, and he slowly drifts to sleep.

Later, much later, after the fighting was over, and after everyone was safely back on the ship, and after you finish the surgery to remove the pipe from the Commander’s body, you find yourself sitting next to his bed, monitoring his vitals.

He wakes quickly, the norm for him and his brother, and you’re careful to not lean over him. “Easy Commander, the fightings over. Everyone’s fine.” You say, your voice low and soothing.

He turns his head and stares at you, “Casualties?”

“None. There were a few close calls, but none this time.” And isn’t that a blessing.

“Good.” He slowly sits up and you let out a noise of displeasure, immediately jumping to your feet and placing your hands on his shoulders.

“Absolutely not,” You said, trying to push him back down, though you may as well be trying to push a brick wall for all the effect you’re having. “You’re recovering from surgery, you need rest.” 

“I’ve rested, and now I have work to do.”

“The work will still be there tomorrow, Commander. Please, just rest.” You try to plead with him, hoping that he would see sense.

“General Koon says you’re planning on asking to be reassigned.” He says suddenly, still sitting up, much to your immense displeasure.

“What? Commander, lay down!” You try to push his back, even a little bit. 

“Are you trying to be reassigned?” He asks, rather than giving into your simple request.

“Yeah, fine, I guess! If that’s what it takes to get you to lay down!” You say frantically, “You’re going to pull your stitches!”

“You can’t.” He reaches out and touches your cheek very gently, and there’s something frantic in his gaze, “You can’t leave the Wolfpack.”

“Then I won’t! Commander, lay down!”

“I need you here.” That simple phrase cuts through your growing panic, and your grip on his shoulders loosens a little.

“What?”

“I need you here.” He repeats.

“You’ve literally never spoken to me before today.”

“Yeah, well…I’m an idiot.” He replies, “You can’t leave me-us.”

“Okay…” You stare at him, “Okay, then I won’t.”

“Just like that?” He asks.

“Just like that.” You agree. “But, no more of this pretending I don’t exist bullshit. It’s rude. And it hurts.”

“I can do that,” He agrees.

“Great, fantastic. Lay. Down.”

“On one condition.” The Commander replies.

“What condition?” You ask, your frustration growing.

“Go on a date with me.” He replies. “As soon as we get back to Coruscant, go on a date with me. And then I’ll lay down.”

“...fine. One date. I’m not promising any more than that unless you wow me, Commander.”

He smirks and allows you to push him back down to the bed, “So all I have to do to get you to be my girlfriend is wow you? I can do that.”

You don’t doubt it. Not at all.

In fact, knowing the Commander, getting you to be his girlfriend just became a mission to him. And he’s never failed a mission before in his life. Good thing you don’t actually have a problem with becoming his girlfriend.

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[fritz-federleicht]

I am in NEED of more Kurt Cobain x reader content. Could I request a “How they met” fanfic? I think that’d be cute

How you met/ Kurt Cobain x reader

Summary: you meet a young man at a party

Words: 1303

FLUFF

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You watch the dancing crowd. In between your friends. You hate going to the club, would rather spend your time at home.

Three men meander through the crowd. A tall guy, next to him a guy with long black hair and one with golden hair.

He looks around shyly. The group of boys walks in your direction, sit down a little bit away from you.

You don't pay them any further attention and look back at the dancing people.

When you let your eyes wander back to the group, only the blond haired man is still sitting there. He looks down at his lap, a beer in his hand.

He looks like he'd rather be somewhere else, like you. You smile. He seems to notice that he's being watched, he suddenly looks up. Your eyes meet. He sees your smile and grins shyly back.

You don't know why, but you get up and go to him.

"Hey, can I sit with you?" His blue eyes bore into yours. "If you want." As he takes a sip of his beer, you sit down.

You introduce yourself. "I'm Y/N, by the way. What's your name?" The man clears his throat and answers in a raspy voice. "Kurt."

Only the music can be heard, neither of you say anything until you break the silence. "I hate it here." He looks at you in wonder. "I'd much rather be home with my friends. There's too much going on here."

The man agrees with you. "My friends really wanted to come here, too. They say I need to be around people. That's why they dragged me along."

"That's what my friends always say." You lean your head against the wall.

"We don't know each other, but do you want to leave with me?" You pull your head up, your eyes wide. "You don't have to."

You stand up. "No, let's go. You're not a murderer, are you?" You joke, pressing your elbow against his side.

Kurt shakes his head. His expression serious with a crazy look on his face. "What do you think?" You answer his question. "Now that I'm leaving here with you, I really hope you're not one."

You look at Kurt grinning, he tries to hold his serious expression and crazy look as long as possible, but in the end he starts laughing.

He pushes a golden strand behind his ear. "Let's go then." He starts walking, after a few meters he suddenly stops, you jostle him. "Sorry."

He turns around. "I just have to tell my friends that I'm leaving." You agree with him. "I forgot all about mine, too. I'll meet you back here."

You part ways. After telling your friends that you're leaving with a strange man, and they weren't thrilled, you return to the meeting place.

Kurt is already waiting for you, his hands buried in his pocket. You appear next to him.

"We're good to go." He nods and says, "Give me your hand." He holds his open and outstretched toward you.

"Why?" You ask.

"I'll go first and make some room for you. And if we hold hands while we walk, we won't get lost in the crowd." He wiggles his fingers.

"Oh all right." You intertwine your hand with his. His grip tightens, giving you a sense of security. And even though you've only known him for a short time, you trust him for that very reason.

Kurt starts walking. He pushes his way through the crowd. You walk close behind him. Again and again you are jostled, you would have lost each other long ago if you didn't cling to each other. You've made it through the crowd and stand in front of the building.

"Is everything okay Y/N?" Kurt asks you anxiously. "Yes all good." You assure him. "It was so stuffy in there." You take a deep breath and ask him where you are going now.

"I know a really nice place around here." He replies. You set off, he tells you that he usually hangs out there with his two friends, with whom he also plays in a band. You get along great.

Suddenly you reach a large meadow with a bench. You walk towards it and sit down.

You talk for a long time until you start to freeze. You shiver and run your hands over your arms.

"I don't have a jacket with me to offer you. But I can take you home." Kurt offers.

"Oh nonsense. That's fine." You reply.

"Oh no, I don't want you to get sick. Come on, let's go." Kurt rises. You exhale loudly.

"But only because you want it so badly." You walk in the direction of your apartment.

You're shaking so badly that Kurt is worried about you. "I really don't want you to get sick Y/N." He hesitantly holds out his hand to you. "I know this won't do much good, but at least this way you can get some body heat from me."

You grin crookedly, having a plan in mind that you immediately put into action. You grab his offered hand and pull him to you. You put your arms around him. Your head rests on his chest.

Kurt hesitates briefly, but then puts his arms around you. His chin rests on your head. Warmth flows through you. You remain standing like this for a long time until you detach yourself from him. Only a small distance between you two.

His hands are on your shoulders, running up and down your arms. "Was that too much?" You ask him.

Kurt shakes his head. "No, not at all. I think you're really nice." You smile at each other.

You look away from him shyly. "I think you're nice too."

Kurt releases a hand from your arm, places his fingers under your chin, and forces you to look him in the eye. His blue eyes shine in the night.

He leans down toward you. Your lips touch. His beard tingles against your skin, you grin. He pulls away from you.

"Sorry." He apologizes, "That was too fast."

You smile at him. "It's all good, I actually liked it." You assure him that everything is fine. You smile. Shortly after, you start shaking again.

"We should go on." Kurt says worriedly. You reach for his hand. Before you go any further, you quickly turn to Kurt, put your hand on his cheek and press a kiss to his lips.

After that, you go and pull the overwhelmed Kurt behind you. He quickly appears next to you.

You walk to your apartment. You stop in front of the house. "Thank you for the evening."

Kurt replies. "I didn't think I'd have so much fun today." You smile. "Me too. I'll come see you at rehearsal tomorrow."

Kurt runs a hand through his hair. ""I apologize for my friends. They're crazy." "They are certainly funny."

Kurt looks into your eyes. "You need to get into the warmth now." You nod. You hesitate and kiss him. He blushes.

"See you tomorrow." You grin and head for the front door. Before you open the door, you turn around.

Kurt looks at you dreamily, his hands in his pockets. He doesn't notice you looking at him until you wave.

He waves back with a smile. You enter your apartment and look forward to the next day when you will see Kurt again.

When Kurt is asked about your story in interviews, he always loves to tell it. He especially emphasizes how cute he thought it was that you were looking forward so much to the rehearsal the next day.

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[dearhargrove]

So never done this before lol, but i was wondering if you could do a Billy H (from stranger things) X Reader. Where readers parents are abusive and find out she's bisexual (maybe b/c someone told them, idk) and she goes to Billy, since their dating and he already new about it, for comfort. And its all fluff??

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: (request)

ʙɪʟʟʏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴏᴠᴇ x ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝔱𝔴'𝔰: bad parents

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱: 1303

𝔞/𝔫: I was a little nervous writing this (still am posting this) as I'm not bi and wasnt sure how far i could go. Anyway, I hope this is appropriate (as appropriate as it can be :') ) and you, @loverofthings2425, enjoy this! Also, I know it's super fucking late and I do know there's nothing to excuse this. Apart from that, Google Docs is giving me trouble (nothing is synchronizing anymore... Whatever the fuck that means). Excuse this super late update. Love y'all and please forgive me <3

not proof read. I'm sorry.

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Wiping your tears you leave your house, walking quick enough for it to be considered rushing.

After a lot of convincing from both Billy and your best friend Robin, you'd come to the conclusion to tell your parents about you being bisexual. They knew this possibly wouldn't end well, but better than sneaking around, right?

You had hidden it for a long time as it wasn't really welcome in this society - especially in a small town like Hawkins - so you stuck to hiding it. After about three months Robin and you got closer than ever and she told you about herself. It came only as a slight shock if you thought of all the times she brutally shot down any boy that came close.

She was also the one that helped you figure yourself out. When you started dating Billy it was clear to you (and Robin) that you'd never tell him. You did think it'd be unfair as he was your boyfriend and should know something important like that, but he was still... Billy. And Billy was the last person you'd want to know.

Maybe that should've stopped you from committing and entering this relationship. You're glad it didn't though, because half a year into it and he knows. It was a long evening, both of you left tired from dinner with your family.

When you watched the way he talked about you, looked at you or simply interacted you realized something. There was a huge misconception surrounding Billy Hargrove. Yes, he was rough. He wasn't someone you should mess with or on whose bad side you should get. But he wasn't all that tough when he trusted someone.

So, when he started realizing you wouldn't leave or betray him, he really started being himself. He would let you brush his hair - even braid it sometimes if you're pushing it - and was simply... soft around you.

So soft and lovable that you told him. He was quiet at first, after all this didn't just happen all the time and his girlfriend was also... attracted to girls?

He was a bit suspicious of your friendship with Robin afterwards, but you were quick to knock some sense into him because yes, she's cute but never in that way.

Which cued all his jokes about liking the same stuff and that you shouldn't even be that repulsed from his... special magazines.

All in all it had gone great and you loved him even more after.

Maybe you shouldn't have thought it'd apply to your parents too, besides all the shit they've done to you all your life. They weren't as bad as Billy's dad, but definitely found fun in throwing insults your way or making you duck several empty bottles or cans.

Which led you to now, crying in your car while driving over the speed limit at nearly nine at night on a saturday. It had, despite your hopes, gone horrible. Your parents didn't believe you at first - tried making sense of what you were saying, that you were dating Billy and that what you were saying wasn't possible.

When you kept insisting they just stood there, shocked for a few seconds. That's when the yelling began. They were mad that you "chose" to be like that, etcetera. When it had gotten too much, you walked out.

You could go to Robin, she'd understand you after all, but Billy was just a tad bit more the comfort you were leaning towards right now.

Parking your car down the street in a small space engulfed by some trees you exited and breathed in deep - you couldn't make any noise at his now, so you needed to stop crying.

While walking over you made sure to make it seem as if you're walking past his house - so if his dad was watching he'd just see you as another passenger.

When you found your usual route you pushed his window open with practiced movements and climbed in, the piece of wood doing as a perfect help to reach.

He was sitting on his bed, leaning against his headboard while holding a cassette in his hands. The tape on the inside had shriveled up and he was frustratedly picking at it.

You smiled at the sight of him, his curly hair framing his face in the most beautiful way, and his lips slightly parted from looking down.

His tank top on the other hand made his biceps bulge even more and you sheepishly looked away. He hasn't noticed your presence yet, still focused on the small piece of plastic in his hands.

"Baby," you say and hope your voice doesn't sound as shaky to him as it does to you. He flinches a little before realizing it's you and lays the tape aside. He calls your name, a little confused at you being there. Usually you'd call before coming, making sure he wasn't in a situation with his dad.

"What are you doing here?" He asks again, but opens his arms for you nonetheless. "I told them," you grunt as you fall into his arms, shoes discarded under his bed and keys on his nightstand. He stays silent for a second before sighing and raking a hand down your back. "Didn't go well, I take?" You nod and he mumbles something under his breath before pulling you next to him in his bed.

It smelled of cigarettes and his perfume, comforting. "Started yelling at me about how it wasn't real and I was just trying to make them mad and shit," you explain while he adjusts the blanket around your shoulders. He barely had any blanket to himself, but he also runs incredibly hot, so he stuck to sleeping without being cocooned in a blanket most of the time anyway.

"Ah," he says before throwing a shoe at the lightswitch and effectively turning the light off. You send him a disapproving glare before sulking again. "So unnecessary, too. Anyway, I thought I'd stay here for the night and then with Robin until they cool off," you explain while wiggling into his arms. He chuckles and pats your head before inhaling slowly. "You know parents suck. Especially ours. But it's whatever because in a while we're outta here."

It started as a joke on your part - leaving after graduation and going back to California. Both your parents were shit and nothing big could be achieved in this small town either.

But that's where the plans were stuck. You had seen it in the way he hesitated; that he didn't want to leave Max alone. Which is why it was almost entirely hypothetical when you were talking about it.

"Hm," you hum and lean against his chest. "Just glad you're with me."

He scoffs and slaps your shoulder lightly - 'lightly' in his book. He was too strong for this shit - and you slap his arm, too, "Stop saying that like I'm gonna leave any second. Fucking trust me, babe."

He sounded annoyed and you laughed but nodded, "Sure."

He sighed but leaned more against you, chin on your forehead. "We'll figure this out, yeah? Just go to sleep now," he pauses and you can feel him planning another comment, "Unless you wanna do something else~" he smirks.

"Billy." You sternly say and he just chuckles amusedly before settling back down. "I'm serious though, you've left me hanging for a week now and it's not funny anymore," with that the serious tension faded and you giggled happily while he keeps his look serious but whiny.

This was the reason for you to keep going no matter how much your parents disapproved.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery

[fastandtheformula1]

hiya i was wondering if you could write some poly cake headcannons thank you :))

Calum Hood & Luke Hemmings -Cake Headcanons

a/n: so glad you requested! here you go :) requests are still OPEN!

summary: cake headcanons

pairing: poly!cake x female reader

warnings: cursing

word count: 1303

not my gif!

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-you were originally dating Luke

-when you met the rest of the band you and Calum hit it off really well

-sometimes you’d even hang out with him one on one

-luke always trusted you guys so he had nothing to worry about

-that was until he overheard him and Michael talking about you

-“She’s just so amazing, ya know? She’s got a great personality. She’s sweet, considerate. And has good looks. God, she’s gorgeous. I just- I don’t know what to do.”

-“Mate, she’s your best friend’s girlfriend.”

-“I know…”

-so Calum finally got the courage to talk to Luke about it

-he thought that Luke would be really mad

-which he was a little bit

-he kept telling Luke “it’s just a crush, it’ll go away”

-it never did

-so you, Luke and Calum had a long talk about what you guys should do

-and Luke brought up bringing Cal into your guys’s relationship

-and that was that

-during the beginning of your guys’ relationship Cal was so awkward

-he felt (and looked) like he was third wheeling all the time

-but of course you reminded him he was a part of the relationship

-just simple things like

-y’all are cuddling on the couch and you are laying on luke’s shoulder watching a movie

-and your hand is resting on Cal’s thigh

-and he’s just sitting there like 🙂👍🏼

-“Cal, you can come closer if you like.”

-“Yeah, why're you so far?”

-“Oh, dunno” *scoots in 2 inches*

-“You can come closer,”

-*scoots 2 inches closer*

-“I don’t bite, babe.”

-*scoots so that you’re barely touching*

-“Callll”

-at first he’d be lowkey stressed cause he knew he was a part of the relationship emotionally but physically he didn’t know what to do

-he’d just kinda… be there

-“You okay?”

-“Yep. I’m fine.”

-as months went by, he eased into the relationship though

-one day it would just click for all three of you and you would be so happy

-“Calum, can you pass me my phone?”

-“Sure, honey.”

-he wouldn’t notice he’d said it

-you and Luke wouldn’t say anything to him, you’d just silently give each other looks throughout the day

-“Love, can you get me a water please?”

-“Sure thing.”

-at the end of the day you and Luke would just beam at him

-“What?”

-“Nothing. I love you.”

-“Yeah. We love you.”

-“What are you two up to?”

-Cal’s the real touchy one i feel like

-not sexually he just likes physical touch

-“Y/N can you come here for a second?”

-“What’s up?”

-“Just come here”

-*you walk over* “What?”

-he’ll just wrap his arms around your waist and give you the warmest hug ever

-“Hi.”

-“That’s what I came over here for? A hug?”

-“That’s what you came- Yes, love me.”

-Luke’s like the dad in the relationship

-he always makes sure both of you are okay

-“You guys good? Want a water or something?”

-“No I’m good, thank you.”

-“Nah.”

-“Are you sure? I can make you some tea if you want.”

-“It’s fine, baby. Just watch the movie.”

-Luke will sometimes get jealous of Calum just cause you guys have the same humor

-you guys would be making fun of a character in a movie then all of a sudden Luke will just storm out of the room

-“Brilliant idea. Walk into a haunted house without a weapon. You’re so not gonna die.”

-“Yeah, and don’t tell anyone you’re going inside, either. Next Einstein over here.”

-with that he’d just leave

-both of you are so confused then you realize

-so you try and make things right

-he’s just sitting in the music room picking at his guitar while staring into space

-“We didn’t mean to make you feel bad, we’re sorry.”

-“I know. It just sucks cause you guys are so much whittier than me.”

-“Okay, but you’re more talented than Cal. That counts, right?”

-“Hey!”

-you and Calum are night owls so you stay up til the sun rises practically

-talking about nothing and everything

-“Do you think dinosaurs knew about smaller animals like bunnies?”

-“Not this shit again, please. Anything but the dinos.”

-“Hear me out.”

-“Who named things? You know what I mean? Like spork. Like who comes up with that?”

-“You’re so weird.”

-one night you’d just be talking in your room then Luke would burst through the door

-you and Calum jump out of your skin

-Luke’s just standing there like 🥺🧍🏼‍♂️ with a teddy bear Calum won him at a fair

-you and Cal try your hardest not to laugh because he looks like a scared child

-“Hi honey. You okay?”

-“I had a nightmare.”

-“Oh, baby. It’s okay, c’mere.”

-“I went to Cal’s room and you weren’t there, so I freaked out. Then I saw the light in your room and bolted over here.”

-you and Calum just look at each other with so much guilt

-“Sorry honey. We’re here now, though.”

-your sleep arrangement changes every. damn. day.

-normally Luke’s on your right and Calum’s on your left when you’re on the couch or sitting somewhere

-but whenever it’s time for bed…

-they always fight over who slept next to you the night previous

-“You were in the middle last night. Y/N was on the right side.”

-“No she wasn’t!”

-“Oh my- Yes she was!”

-“Luke’s right. You woke up with morning wood and you asked me if I could help you, remember?”

-*sighs* “Take this side.”

-since you were dating Luke first, he always knows what’s up with you

-“Hey, honey. How was work?”

-“Fine. Gonna take a shower.”

-Luke looks at Calum like a bomb went off

-poor Cal he’s always in the dark for stuff like that

-calum kinda follows suit to Luke

-but he’s a quick learner so pretty soon both of them know your patterns of what ticks you off

-Luke always talks you through your problems

-Calum’s just there for moral support and cuddles

-“It just sucks cause I’ve been there longer than them, and they get a fucking raise?! It just doesn’t make sense.”

-“Oh, what the fuck?”

-“Right?! And they never helped with those stupid group stuff.”

-“Honestly, how’re they not fired yet?”

-Cal normally stays silent during discussions like that

-he just caresses your thigh and listens

-but he has his own way of showing you he cares

-“Y/N?”

-“What do you want, Cal?”

-“I got you this.”

-it’s just something like a rubber duck just to make you laugh

-“Oh. Thank you.”

-“There’s that smile. Wanna watch a movie? Luke’s making dinner.”

-just them messing around with their instruments while you’re around

-Calum’s bass + Luke singing & playing the guitar = sleepy time

-they’ll just be playing around and then you’d just pass out

-“Y/N, did you like the chord or should we change it?”

-“Aaaand she passed out again.”

-“Alright. Let’s take her to bed.”

-“Wait, now? Wait a few minutes. She looks so comfortable.”

-“It’s 3 a.m.?”

-whenever they get into a fight it’s super awkward for you

-they never mean to put you in the middle it just kinda happens

-you listen to both sides and try to come up with a solution

-which normally ends up with you tricking them into apologizing to each other

-“Cal, wanna watch a movie? I’ll meet you in the living room in a few.”

-“Sure. That sounds nice.”

-“Lu, can I paint your nails?”

-“Okay.”

-when they see what you did you just run out the room and hope that they don’t kill you the next time they see you

-“Oh, fuck.”

-“How do we keep falling for this?”

-“Have fun you two!”

-they’re so attentive to your needs and are so loving towards you

-they’re literally the best boyfriends you could ever ask for

#fanfiction #calum 5 seconds of summer #luke hemming imagines #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #5sos blurbs #writing #cake #calum x reader #calum imagine #luke hemmings x y/n #Luke hemmings x calum hood #micheal 5sos #5sos fluff #5sos fanfic #5sos #5sos ashton #5sos imagines #5sosfam #5sos x reader

[lysol1201]

can i please request the prompt "you're worthy of my love." with Asmodeus? mc saying it to him or him saying it to mc, either way, some reassurance and fluff? 🥺 Thank you <3

THIS ONLY TOOK 800 YEARS SORRY I'M SO BAD AT THIS LKAJLFKEJLAKJDLFJALKJ Thank you for requesting!!!! This is a request for my 200-follower prompt event!!!

I actually mixed this prompt up with my kind of song fic thingies that I do! This is both based on the prompt asked for as well as the song "Nothing New" by Taylor Swift ft. Phoebe Bridgers.

Sorry if Asmo seems a lil OOC, I tried my best for something with hurt/comfort!! Hope you enjoy!

(not really proofread so sorry if some parts suck lmao)

"You're worthy of my love." Asmodeus x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1303

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What will become of me once I’ve lost my novelty?

When I lose your attention and someone else lights up the room?

Will you still want me when I’m nothing new?

Dating the Avatar of Lust could be painful at times when he was the absolute definition of perfect, the personification of lust, and one of the most beautiful beings in all three realms. Yet, here he was, standing at the future Demon Kings ball next to a measly human.

You had your unique talents, your connections, and your interests, and you weren’t just nothing. You were truly one of a kind. But in a room full of regal demons as you stood next to one of the most popular and well-known demons who is known for being beautiful? You felt… dull.

You were once this new, amazing sight to see. A human exchange student? Amazing! He needed to have you. At first, it was just for the arm candy to say that he was the one who captured the human's heart, as if he had any doubts, but now he had your heart because he truly wanted it. And you held his and he gave it to you freely.

But it’s been a while now. You aren’t the new human exchange student. You’re not the talk of the town anymore, you aren’t what people turn to when you walk into a room anymore, you aren’t what people gossip about, you aren’t that person anymore. You’re a regular. So why did you feel like you were losing everything?

You were a regular! You’re accepted here! You have a perfect handsome beautiful gorgeous demon boyfriend, and you’re accepted! So, why does it hurt?

Oh, yeah.

You’re human.

You won’t always have your novelty.

You don’t light up the room anymore.

When someone else lights up the room when you’re no longer new, what will happen to you?

Will everyone leave you behind when you’re nothing new?

“MC?”

“What?” You were snapped out of your trance while you stood at the drinks table at the ball. Suddenly you were grounded to where you were. Future Demon Kings ball. Got it. Drink in hand. Which one is this? Boyfriend on the dance floor. Oh, that’s right.

“Are you okay? You’ve been here for a while and,” He sniffed. “You reek of liquor.” 

“It’s just demonus, right?” You scoffed.

“It’s champagne, MC. You specifically requested it, remember?”

“Oh,” That’s right. You did. You were anticipating this moment.

“What’s wrong?” It was less of a question and more of a demand.

“It’s nothing, Lucifer,” You passed a smile, turning to the table and pouring yourself another glass of champagne. “Have fun danc-”

One misstep causes you to trip on your own two feet and fall flat on your ass, covering your attire in not only your glass of champagne but the entire bottle as well.

The sound of a thud and the loud shattering of glass shocks the entire ballroom. You hear gasps everywhere, the livelihood of the room becoming so much dimmer as everyone stared at the drunk old human in the corner of the room.

“MC-” Lucifer sighed, leaning down to help you up, but you just shook your head and rejected his hand. 

You pushed yourself up, turned around, and left the room. Where were you going? You weren’t exactly sure. But you didn’t exactly care either. The only place you knew how to get to by heart was the House of Lamentation so you supposed that was where you were going to allow your feet to take you.

The world around you was a buzz, nothing seemed important and nothing seemed to catch your attention. Like how you didn’t catch the attention of others. Your eyes began to blur and you felt yourself beginning to bottle up that familiar feeling of needing to cry, until you were taken by surprise by someone running up to you.

“Darling, wait!” The heavy breathing coming from the man next to you caught your attention away from your own bubble, and you were grounded when he immediately tackled you into a hug. “What are you doing? Where are you going? Why are you leaving without me? Are we going home? Why didn’t you tell me!” He rambled on and on.

You stayed silent.

“Why didn’t you ask me for help with your clothes? You know for a fact I’m an expert at getting any type of liquid out of clothing. Any type of liquid,” He giggled, trying to obviously crack a joke to see that beautiful shining smile of yours that he loved so much. But nothing.

“Mc, stop,” He took the initiative and grabbed your hand, stopping your movement and spinning your direction towards him. “Talk to me. You’ve seemed out of it all day but I’ve been letting you have your time. You didn’t want to talk about it and I was okay with that. But you can’t hold back from me now. Not anymore. What is going on.”

It wasn’t a question. No, this was Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust, demanding your words. He was so worried. You knew he was.

“I’ve had too much to drink tonight,” Was all you could mutter out before you broke down crying. “How did I go from growing up to breaking down?”

“Darling, don’t cry,” He rushed up to place the palms of his hands on either side of your face to wipe away the tears that were quickly falling down your cheeks. “What happened, my love?” He whispered with nothing but concern, sincerity, and pure and undying love.

“What will happen to me when I’m nothing new? When someone else lights up the room? What will happen to me? Will you leave me?” You continued to sob. “Am I even worthy of you or your love? You are lust itself, you are blinding with beauty, you’re perfect and always the talk of the party, and I’m a decaying human who’s just around. I used to be so exciting, people used to stare at me entering the room, but now no one notices I’m even around. I’m nothing new. Will you leave me when someone new walks in?”

“MC, please,” His voice seemed to get much quieter and softer and his eyes sparkled while they stared into yours. You know what he’s doing. He’s using the magic he can to level your breathing. He’s done it before when you have had your breakdown moments in the past. You tell him not to because you feel like it’s wrong, but you also couldn’t be more thankful for him wanting to make sure you are physically capable of knowing your surroundings and listening to his words. “I do not care of your status, of your looks, of who looks at you and who doesn’t, because no matter where we are, you will always be shining the brightest to me. Not a day goes by that I haven’t seen you as the most marvelous sight I have ever laid my eyes on.”

You chuckled. “Second to you, of course.” You rolled your eyes, knowing his next words.

“No,” He denied you. “I always believed myself to be the most beautiful of all three realms, but every time I look at you I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m not. That I’ll always be second to you.”

“You’re worthy of my love, MC,” Asmo leaned forward to rest his forehead against yours. You shut your eyes and just paid attention to the feeling of his eyelashes fluttering against yours. “You always have, and always will be. No matter what goes on in the world, you will always be the brightest person in every room. In every story. In every light. In every realm.”

“I love you, MC. And don’t you ever forget that.”

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #asmo x reader #asmodeus x reader #asmo x mc #asmodeus x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x mc

[dayeongi]

Little Match Girl (1303 words) by dayeongi Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto, Hyuuga Hinata & Uzumaki Naruto Characters: Hyuuga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Aburame Shino, Hyuuga Neji Additional Tags: Pre-Shippuden, Third Shinobi War, Pre-War, Fairy Tale Retellings, AU: Hinata dies during timeskip, Hurt No Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Death, Grief/Mourning Series: Part 3 of Naruto Tumblr Requests Summary: Outside, the moonlight had perished, drowning with the stars, and bringing dawn with it.

Request by @lalanaranj-a 💖💖

#naruhina #naruhina fic #naruhina fanfiction #my fic #dayeongi writes #she might hve requested the fairy tale retelling but she never asked for the angst mwahaha

[six-demon-bag]

i got a love (and i know that it's all mine)

Pairing: John Walker/Olivia Walker

Summary: Olivia can appreciate her man coming home hot and sweaty, and she is going to make sure he knows it.

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Established Relationship, Nipple Play, Vaginal Sex, Wall Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Word count: 1303

Link: i got a love (and i know that it’s all mine)

Excerpt: 

For all the serum and his size and strength and training, John is putty in her hands. He always has been, right from the start and his softness is one of the things she loves most about him. She bites a little harder and he takes the hint, wrapping his hands around her waist and nearly spanning it. He lifts her like she’s a feather, and she hooks her legs around his hips, rubbing up against the hard line of his cock in his thin running shorts.

Note: my first try at MF by request of a lovely guest commenter 🩵 john and olivia are truly precious together (and now theyre gonna fuck about it)

#johnolivia #what a tag lol #john walker #olivia walker #pwp #sixdemon fic

[hebimoonlightwrites]

hii <3 thanks for the valentine event :)), well amh I am the anon of the autistic fem mc with a high IQ who tries hard to socialize etc so I really liked your characterization so I would like to ask you for a nice drabble to hajun yeon with the same mc jeje if you want it can be as a continuation to my request but in the context of Valentine's Day, maybe on an unusual date like going on strike to free the animals on display or picking up trash in the park, Thanks ^^

Writer's corner: hi!! I'm so soo happy you liked it! qwq I'm so so happy! Also thank you so much for requesting! I seriously hope you'll like the drabble! If not, please let me know so I can fix it or even make another one for you! Happy Valentine's Day!~♥

Words: 1303

s/o's pronouns: SHE/HER

Warnings: nothing, only cuteness

~♥"𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞…?"♥~

"S/o.. I.. I want to spend Valentine's Day with you..!"

These words brought s/o to open her eyes wider. The young man who was standing in front of her, looking warmly at her, was Hajun Yeon, one of her closest friends, along with Allen and Anne. S/o couldn't look at his eyes not only because she was autistic and couldn't face people properly.. But even because she was starting to feel something new into her own chest. She looked at the pavement. The only part of him she could see was his shoes while her hands softly touched each other near to her chest. Hajun noticed her embarrassment as he decided to approach her and held her hands.

"S/o.. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.."

Even if she wasn't looking at his face, she could feel that he was smiling elegantly and warmly as usual. He had always been so adorable and friendly to her.. He had always helped her, especially making friends. S/o softly gasped when he held her hands in a soft but lovely grasp. She could feel her heart beating faster than usual and in deep she knew the reason..

But.. She didn't even know how to make friends.. how to comunicate properly..

How was she supposed to know how to love someone and... especially him?

She turned her eyes to their hands, his slim and pale fingers interlocking her hands so carefully. It was like he was acting careful not to hurt her in any way. He had always been that careful with her.. Especially while speaking.. and his respect towards her and her issues brought her to deeply fall for him..

Because, yeah.. of course she already loved him a lot when he asked her out.

Soon s/o's eyes reached the calendar which was on the wall.. It said it was Valentine's Day. Tons of thoughts wrapped s/o's mind.. Why did he want to spend that special day with her?... Was he in love?..

"S/o.. We can do what you like the most if you prefer!.. Anything is fine for me as long as I can spend my time with you..", Hajun softly said, holding her hands on his. The young man could feel his heart beating faster as he imagining her response. He didn't need an answer.. He didn't need her to speak it out.. A simple nod as a response would have been the best gift for him. He wanted to be sure that she was feeling the same way as him. He wanted to make sure she felt fine with him.. It was Valentine's Day, after all.. It was a day supposed to be spent with the person considered the most important one.. And Hajun had chosen her.

As if s/o had read his mind, she soon nodded shyly. Her hair was still hiding her expression and her adorable blushed cheeks. Hajun smiled brightly and rubbed his thumbs against her hands as a response. It was like he wanted to communicate with her using her same way. But he knew that now he needed to prove his love to her, since she had given him a chance.

S/o could hear a soft giggle as he spoke: "Where would you like to go, s/o?... We can even stay home if you prefer..". Soon s/o turned her face looking around. She looked at the window. It was raining. Soon she walked to the entrance, jumping adorably. She took Hajun's coat and her own, along with an umbrella. She had an idea and in deep she would have liked to see Hajun following her.

On the other hand the young and attractive model kept his eyes on her as he saw her grabbing an umbrella.

"Oh...! You want to hang out?..", he softly sighed and giggled as he approached her, taking his coat and wearing it. "I don't know what's in your mind but... alright! As long as you're happy with it..!", he said smiling warmly. He took the umbrella and opened it once both him and s/o were out. She looked so happy! Hajun tried his best not to look constantly at her face. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable. But.. It was very hard.. Her beauty was the finest he had ever seen, along with her empathy and kindness. She really looked like an innocent child in her behaviours but.. he deeply knew how much she was worth. The world was still too bad to learn and appreciate people like her. She deserved to be happy.. He was sure he would have made her the happiest girl in the world... Of course only if she had allowed him to.

As s/o realised he was looking at her, Hajun looked away immediately, blushing heavily. S/o looked down, trying to hide her face as much as she could behind her adorable hair. The young man walked next to her, holding the umbrella. He still didn't know what s/o's idea was.. soon he understood though.

After a few steps more, as they entered the park, Hajun noticed her running under the rain.

"S/o-!.. It's raining..! Come back!", he said, a little bit worried. He didn't want her to get a cold.

Soon, as he ran along with her, he saw her near some empty cans, which were on the ground and among the beautiful hedges of the park. She kneeled down only to pick them up and threw them away properly into a trash can. He reached her smiling and at first he decided to hold the umbrella on her, so she wouldn't have gotten wet due to rain. After a few minutes, though, she stood up and took the umbrella, putting it away, as she giggled and ran to some other empty cans on the ground of the park..

Hajun smiled warmly as he saw her being that happy. His heart felt warm.. He looked her and started running too, giggling along with her. He helped her picking up those cans and throwing them into trash cans. It looked like a challenge: the one who would have cleaned more parts of the park would have won! Both of them couldn't help but laugh while doing the most unusual thing a couple would do during Valentine's Day..! But.. Hajun loved her especially because she wasn't like the other girls.. She was better than any other girl in the world.

Soon as he saw a pile of empty beer bottles and coca-cola cans, he ran to them. Even s/o did it, so they both ended up falling on the ground under the rain. S/o fell on Hajun, her face very near to his one. Both their hearts started beating like crazy..

"S/o... A-are.. are you okay...?", he whispered. He couldn't help but look at her eyes, even if he knew she would have felt uncomfortable. Of course she didn't answer him but she did something he didn't expect.. She kept looking at his eyes. Hajun hesitated but put his hand on her cheeks, smiling warmly.

"S/o... I...uhm.. Can I kiss you..?"

As those whispered words left Hajun's mouth, s/o looked away blushing adorably. But it was like she was forcing herself to keep that eye contact, since she then stared at his eyes again. She shyly nodded in response. Hajun's heart melted as he slowly kissed her lips in the most comfortable way possible. He wanted to make her happy... He'd have done anything, even the impossible, to make her achieve joy..!

..it was a promise he had made to himself when his eyes met her the first time.

...it was a promise he renewed as his lips touched hers on that rainy Valentine's Day.

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#paradox live #paralive #paradox live drabbles #paralive drabbles #drabbles #paradox live bae #paralive bae #hajun yeon

[dwellordream]

Adultery and Fornication

“Meinill was one of the leading members of North Riding society. He was around four years older than Lucy and had succeeded his father in May 1299 when he was twenty-four. His family was of rather higher standing than the Latimers and the Thwengs because it had been established since around 1100 and antiquity was an important element of the lineage’s status. By the latter part of the thirteenth century there were three junior branches established in the locality at East Rounton, Hilton and Middleton.

Nicholas bought out his cousin Sir John de Meinill of Middleton in 1303 when this manor was settled on John for life with remainder to Nicholas and his heirs. The estate, like Lucy’s, lay chiefly in Cleveland and consisted of the castle and manor of Whorlton, and the nearby manors of Potto, Trenholme, Ingleby Greenhow, Seamer, Eston, Hutton Rudby and Carlton, and the advowson of Rudby and, by 1314, the manor of Middleton, with Aldwark and Boynton some distance further away. Most of these manors made up what was called ‘the Canterbury fee’, held of the archbishops of Canterbury.

…In January 1300, he was one of the Yorkshire knights who were summoned to attend the Exchequer at York, representing the North Riding alongside the younger Latimer. In early 1302 he and Sir John de Meinill of Middleton were among the group assembled at Yarm to witness John de Aslackby’s grant to the Dominicans and the confirmation by William and Lucy Latimer. By the end of that year, however, Latimer and Meinill were enemies. 

On 26 November 1302, according to a presentment made by the Langbaurgh jury before local justices in May 1305, Latimer and a gang went to Meinill’s manor at Ingleby Greenhow to kill him but, not finding him, had hunted in his chase and killed his deer. It was said that some of them had done this in revenge for a similar raid by Meinill on Latimer’s chase at Danby. 

A number of Latimer’s party were dressed in haketons and armed with swords, bows and arrows, and a destrier was killed with a lance, but, while some of them were found guilty of the hunting offence, they were acquitted of trying to kill Meinill. Three years later, in 1305, the feud between the two men was widely known. The jurors of Ryedale and Bulmer wapentakes thought that Meinill might act against Latimer because of the enmity he held towards him and knew that this was an ancient hatred.

These judgements were made in connection with a famous accusation brought by Latimer against Meinill. Latimer came before the justices on 11 May (1305) and showed them his privy seal letter of 21 April, which granted him full power to recapture Lucy and instructed all the king’s ministers to assist him. He then said that three men had been procured to kill him and requested that they should be examined immediately. 

The men were Robert de Bordesden, Thomas de Roston, and Robert, son of Philip le Marshal of Scampston, of whom Bordesden was the ringleader. When asked who it was who had procured him to arrange this, Bordesden answered that it was Nicholas de Meinill. The justices then asked Latimer whether he wanted to proceed against Meinill, Latimer agreed, and was bound over to prosecute Meinill at the next session on 18 May, along with his two pledges, Sir Robert Ughtred and Sir Henry de Boys. 

The three hitmen were committed to gaol to await the next session. Meinill was summoned to attend and duly turned up, as did Latimer, and the hitmen were brought from gaol. Bordesden was called up to be examined again but this time he gave a completely different story. He said that he had been seized by Latimer on 6 May (1305) on the highway at Scampston, beaten and wounded, taken to Latimer’s manor of Kirkburn, and imprisoned there.

On the following day, Latimer had told him that he was to go before the justices at York and tell the tale against Meinill. If he did not do so, he would be taken to the Tower of London by virtue of Latimer’s privy seal letter, but, if he did, he would have fifty marks (£33). Latimer made out the bond promising to pay Robert the money and handed it to Robert de Boulton for safekeeping, and he also promised that he would protect Bordesden and ensure that he suffered no ill consequences. 

In particular, he promised that he would not have to go to gaol. As Bordesdon and his two accomplices had been thrown into gaol, he felt that he was freed from his promise, which in any case had been extorted from him, so he made a full confession. The jury believed this tale and acquitted Meinill, although Bordesden remained in prison for some time. He petitioned for justice and, as a result, a writ of 28 October (1305) instructed the justice Mauley to send without delay the documents and records of the case, including Latimer’s bond to Bordesden. 

Another writ of 12 November notified the justices that Ralph de Sandwich and William Inge had been appointed to deliver the gaol of Bordesden and Roston, but Bordesden petitioned again because he was still in prison, after which the king’s council directed that he should be released on bail. Some doubt about the truth of his second account may be cast by the fact that he is known to have been associated with Meinill before and after 1305. 

He had campaigned with Meinill and his father in 1298, he was named as one of the gang with Meinill when he took Lucy from Everingham in 1313, and he campaigned with Meinill in 1314. This raises the possibility that Meinill really had incited him to kill Latimer, but it is equally possible that Latimer seized on him as his agent because he would be able to get close to Meinill. The detail in the second story that Bordesden had been threatened by Latimer’s use of the privy seal letter also perhaps implies that this was the true one. 

…Whichever of Bordesden’s stories was the true one, there is no doubt that Meinill’s acquittal was a very public debacle for Latimer, a humiliation before a major gathering at the county town. The case was probably a local cause célèbre because the third version of the record (membrane 22d.) was copied into the Guisborough Cartulary. There is no obvious reason why this should have been done because it did not involve the priory in any way. 

The item is headed ‘De Nicholao de Meynill’ and follows the copy of Lucy’s later confirmation to the priory while widowed. The priory’s interest may have been because Lucy later made over her rights in the patronage of the house to her granddaughter by Meinill, but it is still remarkable. The most important question is whether the feud between Latimer and Meinill, already at a potentially murderous level in November 1302, was connected with Lucy. 

It is easy to assume that it had arisen because she and Meinill had begun their relationship by that date, and that she decided to divorce Latimer a year later because of it. Nevertheless, there is some considerable doubt about this and the available evidence suggests that, to the contrary, their relationship began after she had left Latimer and probably after their divorce was decreed. 

Latimer’s deployment before the justices of his privy seal letter, issued the previous month, seems to suggest that he was trying to establish a direct link between Lucy’s flight from him and Meinill’s alleged plot to murder him, but nothing explicit was stated to this effect and he was probably using the letter improperly. The earliest evidence of the feud, manifested in mutual hunting raids, does not suggest a connection with Lucy. 

Most significantly, it is quite clear that Meinill was not involved in Lucy’s flight from Latimer in late 1303. This was organised by her uncle and carried out by family friends, and if Latimer had any idea that Meinill had been involved he would surely have accused him, particularly as they were already enemies. 

It seems likely that Lucy was living with the Constables in October 1304, when Latimer brought his lawsuit against them, and she was almost certainly still living with family, and not with Meinill, in June 1305 when the dean and chapter were urging that she should be allowed to remain in a refuge safe from Latimer while the divorce suit was pending. 

There is also the important allied point that they may not have been willing to decree the divorce, which they had done by October, if there was any doubt of Lucy’s motives because, as has been seen, divorces were not always granted when it was clear that the plaintiff ’s motive was simply a wish to marry someone else. The earliest explicit evidence of their relationship is the accusation of adultery in April 1307. 

This may have been prompted by the renewed threat to Latimer of excommunication for not paying the costs of the divorce. This was revived with the enquiry ordered on 15 March 1307; the summons for adultery was made on 28 April. The connection is emphasised by the fact that, on the day following the summons, Thweng demanded an inspection of Latimer’s response to the enquiry. 

Both her Thweng uncles were actively involved in this move, and they may have been attempting to put pressure on Latimer over the delayed divorce proceedings. The citation for adultery may have been instigated by Latimer as a riposte to this threat. Alternatively, it may have been an ex officio summons responding to widespread knowledge of the relationship, and this may have resulted from the birth of Nicholas, Lucy’s son by Meinill. 

There is only circumstantial evidence to suggest when he was born but one important fact is that he was not yet knighted in May 1324. This suggests that he was still quite young when his father died in 1322, but he was probably in his teens because he was old enough to act as one of his father’s executors, although jointly with a coadjutator, and to have been given the manor of Boynton by his father a few years before.

Perhaps most important is that Meinill had no doubt that this son of Lucy’s was also his son, which implies that their relationship was well-established by the time he was conceived, and this is not likely to have occurred until after the summer of 1305, when probably they were not yet living together openly. 

The implication is that they began their physical relationship, or at least that they did so on a regular or established basis, after the church court declared Lucy’s divorce in October 1305; their son may have been born in late 1306 or early 1307. Thweng’s continuing concern in Lucy’s affairs is also important in establishing the nature of her relationship with Meinill because he was on close terms with Meinill in May and September 1305. 

In May, he was one of Meinill’s mainpernors, along with his and Lucy’s kinsmen, Sir Robert Constable and his father Sir William, and Sir Walter and Sir John de Fauconberg, and other leading local figures, while on 29 September Meinill and Thweng together witnessed a charter of Gawain de Thweng, Lucy’s clerical uncle who was appointed to examine Latimer in March 1307. The Thwengs, who had earned Latimer’s enmity for assisting in Lucy’s flight, may have been drawn to Meinill because he was already Latimer’s enemy. 

For Lucy, in particular, faced with Latimer’s furious attempts to recover her, this may have been a strong attraction, although there is no doubt that their relationship developed into something far more than a simple shared enmity. The connection between Meinill and the Thwengs in 1305, and the concern of both uncles in Lucy’s affairs in 1307, after her relationship with Meinill had certainly begun, implies that this relationship had their approval, which further implies that Meinill and Lucy intended to marry.

….The references in the register not only imply that Meinill was single, but also reflect the ambivalent nature of Lucy’s marital status, her divorce having been decreed but not published because of Latimer’s appeal. Those referring to Latimer’s failure to pay the costs of the suit refer to her simply as ‘Lady Lucy, daughter of the late Sir Robert de Thweng’, as was the case with other women who became single again after divorces, but the references to the adultery, although naming her in the same way, also refer to her as ‘wife of Latimer’, except Meinill’s bond of January 1310 where she is again simply ‘Lady Lucy de Thweng’. 

These bonds are particularly important testimony because oaths to abstain from sex with one another until marriage was solemnised were imposed on couples cited for fornication (not adultery) who were generally ‘caught somewhere midway along the trajectory toward full, regularized marriage’. It therefore seems clear that Meinill was free to marry Lucy and intended to do so as soon as her divorce was finalised. 

There is no evidence as to where Lucy was living during the seven years between the decree and the publication but it seems likely that she lived with Meinill, bringing up their son in his household in a pseudo-marital atmosphere. They probably had another child because Meinill had a daughter, Christine, who was almost certainly illegitimate. This is indicated by the marriage he arranged for her in 1321; her husband was Robert, son and heir of William de Sproxton, of Sproxton (Yorks.). The Sproxtons were an ancient and respectable family, but hardly of the quality that was appropriate for a legitimate daughter of Meinill. 

Bastard daughters were disadvantaged by their illegitimate status, which placed them a rung or two below their legitimate sisters, even if fully acknowledged and assisted by their fathers. During this limbo period, while Lucy was still technically married to Latimer, he retained all his physical and financial rights over her. Residence with Meinill no doubt gave her some protection against the dangers of recapture, and there is no further evidence of attempts by Latimer to seize her, although this may have been an ever-present threat. 

It also addressed the problem of how she was to support herself without access to her own lands, but their relationship may have been responsible for extending that period. It can be assumed that Latimer’s primary practical reason for resisting the divorce was the consequence that he would lose possession of her lands and this was addressed by the compromise reached in early 1311, which was weighted heavily in favour of him and his son. 

Without this, her entire estate would have passed back into her sole possession after the annulment and into Meinill’s control after her remarriage. It is possible, therefore, that the limbo period was extended until this compromise was reached and Latimer ceased his opposition, allowing the decree to be published in due course. Lucy’s son by him remained, and would always remain, her heir apparent while he lived, but once her lands had passed out of his control they could have been settled away from him, and probably in favour of her younger son by Meinill. 

It is equally probable, in the light of Meinill’s subsequent actions, that he intended to regularise the position of their pre-nuptial son by a settlement after their marriage, as was done by others. Preparation for this, in anticipation that the divorce was about to go through, may be suggested by his licence, obtained in July 1311, to settle the reversion of Castle Leavington after their mother’s death on his brother John and his issue. 

Although it was not unknown for a landholder to grant land to a brother, this was comparatively unusual, especially as John had already been provided for by their father with the manor of Tanton. The grant therefore suggests a special motive and this may have been because John, as Meinill’s heir presumptive, was about to be disinherited Lucy’s relationship with Meinill, the cause of her reputation for moral frailty, was therefore far from being a casual sexual fling.

It remains possible that it had begun before November 1302 and that, like some other wives, she had left her husband and divorced him because of it, but the weight of evidence suggests that this was not so. Her flight from Latimer in 1303 was arranged by her uncle and Meinill had no part in it, although he and Latimer were already enemies. By the summer of 1305, when Latimer’s tactics had already drawn out the divorce proceedings to inordinate length, her uncles were on close terms with Meinill and it is likely that his marriage with Lucy was already in prospect. 

They precipitated matters by beginning a regular sexual liaison before the annulment was published, but they may not have anticipated that this would take another seven years. Her uncles were still supporting them in the spring of 1307 when they were closely involved in the renewal of the threat of Latimer’s excommunication and Lucy and Meinill were first cited for adultery.

Her ambivalent marital status was recognised even by the church. The fact that they did not ever marry may cast some doubt on this interpretation of the circumstantial evidence and imply that their relationship was merely a casual affair, but it seems likely that there was a particular reason for them not marrying, and that they were prevented from doing so.”

- Bridget Wells-Furby, Aristocratic Marriage, Adultery and Divorce in the Fourteenth Century: The Life of Lucy de Thweng (1279-1347)

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Osama bin Laden's "Message To America," full text translated to English:

The text of Osama bin Laden's message to America

The letter read as follows:

"In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful: "Permission to those who fight that they have been wronged and that Allah is Almighty for their victory."

Some American writers have published articles under the title "On What Basis Are We Fighting?" and these articles have provoked a number of responses, some adhering to the truth and based on Islamic law, and others not. Here we wanted to state the truth as a statement and a warning of hope and reckoning from God Almighty, and a request for success and support from Him.

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As we seek God's help, we base our answers on two questions addressed to the Americans:

First: Why are we fighting you and opposing you?

Second: What do we call you to and what do we want from you?

The first question: Why are we fighting you and opposing you? The answer is very simple:

1- Because you attacked us and you continue to attack us.

You attacked us in Palestine, which has been under military occupation for more than 80 years. The British handed over Palestine, with your help and support, to the Jews who occupied it for more than 50 years; years full of oppression, tyranny, crimes, murder, displacement, destruction and devastation.

The establishment and continuation of Israel is one of the greatest crimes, and you are the leaders of its criminals. Of course, there is no need to explain and prove the degree of American support for Israel.

Israel's establishment is a crime that must be erased, and anyone whose hands are contaminated by contributing to this crime must pay for it, and pay dearly for it.

We laugh and cry when we see that you are not tired of repeating your fabricated lies that the Jews have a historical right to Palestine, as promised in the Torah, and anyone who disagrees with them in this alleged fact is accused of anti-Semitism, and this is one of the most terrible fabrications widespread in history, and the people of Palestine are pure Arabs and original Semists.

Muslims believe in all prophets, including Abraham, Moses, Jesus and Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon them, and if the followers of Moses were promised the right of Palestine in the Torah, Muslims are the most deserving of the nation.

When the Muslims conquered Palestine and expelled the Romans, Palestine and Jerusalem returned to Islam, the religion of all prophets, peace be upon them, and therefore the call for a historical right in Palestine cannot be against the Islamic nation that believes in all the prophets of God, peace and blessings be upon them, and we do not differentiate between them.

You must take revenge on the blood shed from Palestine equally, you must know that Palestinians do not cry alone; their women do not widow alone. Their children were not orphaned alone.

You attacked us in Somalia; you supported Russian atrocities against us in Chechnya, Indian oppression against us in Kashmir, and Jewish aggression against us in Lebanon.

Under your supervision, consent and orders, the governments of our countries attack us that act as your agents on a daily basis, and prevent our people from establishing Islamic law, using violence and lies.

These governments taste humiliation, and put us in a great prison of fear and oppression, and these governments steal the wealth of our nation and sell it to you cheaply.

These governments surrendered to the Jews, and handed over most of Palestine to them, recognizing the existence of their state on the remains of their people, and the removal of these governments is our duty, and a necessary step to liberate the nation, make Sharia the supreme law, and restore Palestine. Our fight against these governments is not separate from our fight against you.

You are stealing our wealth and oil at low prices because of your international influence and military threats. This theft is indeed the largest theft humanity has ever seen in world history.

Your forces occupy our country; you deploy your military bases there; you corrupt our lands and besiege our holy sites, in order to preserve the security of the Jews and to ensure that you continue to plunder our wealth.

You have starved the Muslims of Iraq where children die every day. It is strange that more than 1.5 million Iraqi children have died as a result of your sanctions, and you have shown no interest. But when three thousand of your people died, the whole world arose and did not sit yet.

You supported the Jews in their idea that Jerusalem was their eternal capital, and you agreed to move your embassy there. With your help and under your protection, the Israelis are planning to demolish the Al-Aqsa Mosque. With the protection of your weapons, Sharon entered the Al-Aqsa Mosque to contaminate it in preparation for its seizure and destruction.

These tragedies and calamities are but a few examples of your injustice and aggression against us. Our religion and our minds have commanded that the oppressed have the right to respond to aggression, and expect nothing from us except jihad, resistance and revenge. Is it reasonable in any way to expect, after America has attacked us for more than half a century, to leave it to live in peace and security?

This argument contradicts your constant repetition that America is the land of freedom and its leaders in this world. It is therefore the American people who choose their Government of their own free will, a choice that stems from their approval of its policies, and so the American people chose, approved and affirmed their support for the Israeli oppression of Palestinians, the occupation and usurpation of their lands, and the continued killing, torture, punishment and expulsion of Palestinians.

The American people have the power and choice to reject their government's policies, and even change them if they want to.

It is the American people who pay the taxes that finance the planes that bomb us in Afghanistan, the tanks that strike and destroy our homes in Palestine, the armies that occupy our lands in the Persian Gulf, and the fleets that guarantee the blockade of Iraq.

These tax dollars are given to Israel to continue attacking us and infiltrating our territory, because it is the American people who finance the attacks against us, and they oversee the disbursement of this money the way they want, through their elected candidates.

Just as the U.S. military is part of the American people, they are the same people who shamelessly help the Jews fight against us.

It is the American people who use their men and women in the American forces that attack us.

That is why the American people cannot be innocent of all the crimes committed by Americans and Jews against us.

God Almighty has prescribed the permissibility and choice of revenge, and therefore, if we are attacked, we have the right to respond with attack.

Whoever destroyed our villages and towns, it is our right to destroy their villages and towns. Whoever steals our wealth has the right to destroy his economy, and whoever kills our civilians has the right to kill his own citizens.

The U.S. government and press still refuse to answer this question: Why did they attack us in New York and Washington?

If Sharon is a man of peace in Bush's eyes, we are also men of peace, America does not understand the language of morality and principles, so we address it in the language it does.

The second question we want to answer is: What do we call you to and what do we want from you?

The first thing we call you to is Islam, the religion of the monotheism of God, and innocence from polytheism, and rejection of that, from complete love for Him Almighty / and complete submission to His laws, and the rejection of all opinions, orders, theories and religions that contradict the religion that He revealed to his Prophet Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace.

And to this religion, we invite you, the seal of all previous religions, which is the religion of the monotheism of God, sincerity, good morals, righteousness, mercy, honor, purity, and piety, which is the religion of charity to others, the establishment of justice among them, granting them their rights, and defending the oppressed and oppressed, which is the religion of enjoining good and forbidding evil by hand, tongue and heart / It is the religion of jihad for the sake of God so that the word of God and his religion are supreme, and it is the religion of unity and agreement to obey God, and complete equality among all people, without discrimination in color, sex or Language.

It is a religion whose book, the Qur'an, will remain preserved unchanged, after the books and other divine messages have changed.

The Qur'an is the miracle until the Day of Resurrection. God challenged anyone to come up with a book like the Qur'an or even ten verses like it.

The second thing we call on you to do is to stop your injustice, lies and immorality that have spread among you.

We invite you to be people of morals, principles, honor and purity. Rejection of debauchery, sodomy, intoxicants, gambling and usury trading.

We invite you to all this so that you may be free from what you have fallen into, so that you may be free from the deceptive lies that you are a great nation and that your leaders hide from you the vile state you have reached.

It is sad to tell you that you are the worst civilization in the history of mankind, you are the nation that, instead of ruling by God's law in its constitution and laws, chooses to invent your laws as you wish.

You are separating religion from your policies, which is contrary to the pure nature that affirms the absolute authority of the Lord your Creator, you are escaping the embarrassing question that is posed to you: How can God Almighty create His creation, rule them over all creatures and the earth, give them all the necessities of life, and then deprive them of the most important of them? Need to: Know the laws that govern their lives?

You are the nation that dissolves usury, which is forbidden by all religions/ and yet you base your economy and investments on usury, and as a result, in all its various forms and forms, the Jews took control of your economy, and through it they then controlled your media, and now control all aspects of your life and make you their slaves and achieve their goals, at your own expense; exactly what Benjamin Franklin warned you about.

You are a nation that allows the production, trade and use of intoxicants, you allow drugs, and you only forbid their trade, even though your country is the biggest consumer of them.

You are a nation that permits immorality and considers it one of the pillars of personal freedom / And you continued to descend into this abyss from level to level until incest spread among you, which is not opposed by your honor or laws.

Who can forget the immoral acts committed by your President Clinton in the official Oval Office? And then you didn't even hold him accountable, but he made a mistake, and then everything went unpunished. Is there a worse event in which your name goes down in history and is remembered by nations?

You are a nation that legalizes gambling in all its forms / and companies practice it too, which leads to the enrichment of criminals.

You are a nation that exploits women such as consumer products or advertising tools that invite customers to buy them, you use women to serve passengers, visitors and strangers to increase your profit margins. Then you shout that you support women's liberation.

You are a nation that practices the sex trade in all its forms, directly and indirectly. Giant companies and institutions are based on this, under the name of art, entertainment, tourism, freedom, and other deceptive names that you give them.

For all this, you have been described in history as a nation that spreads diseases that were not known to man in the past. Be kind and boast before the nations of mankind that you have brought AIDS to them a diabolical American invention.

You have destroyed nature with your industrial waste and gases more than any other country in history. Yet you refuse to sign the Kyoto agreement so that you can secure the profits of your greedy companies and industries.

Your law is the law of the wealthy, who control their political parties and finance their election campaigns with their gifts. Behind them are the Jews who control your politics, your media and your economy.

What you have distinguished yourself in human history is that you have used your power to destroy humanity more than any other nation in history, not to defend principles and values, but to hasten to secure your interests and profits. You are the ones who dropped a nuclear bomb on Japan, even though Japan was ready to negotiate an end to the war. How many acts of oppression, tyranny and injustice have you freedom-advocates committed?

Let us not forget one of your most important qualities: your duality in morals and values; your hypocrisy in morals and principles. All your morals, principles and values have two scales: one for you, one for others.

The freedom and democracy you advocate are for you and the white race only; the rest of the world is imposing on them your brutal and destructive policies and governments that you call America's friends. Yet you prevent them from establishing democracies. When the Islamic Party of Algeria wanted to practice democracy and won the elections, you called them your agents in the Algerian army, attacked them with tanks and guns, imprisoned them and tortured them.

Your policy on the prohibition and forcible elimination of weapons of mass destruction to ensure world peace: it applies only to countries that do not allow them to possess such weapons. States that agree to them, such as Israel, are allowed to retain these weapons and use them to defend their security. Anyone else you suspect is manufacturing or keeping these types of weapons, you call them criminals and take military action against them.

You are the last to respect the decisions and policies of international law, but you claim that you want to punish anyone else who selectively does the same. For more than 50 years, Israel has flouted United Nations resolutions with the full support of America.

As for the war criminals you convict and form criminal tribunals, you shamelessly demand immunity, but history will not forget the war crimes you committed against Muslims and the rest of the world; those you killed in Japan, Afghanistan, Somalia, Lebanon and Iraq will remain a disgrace from which you will never be able to escape. Suffice it to remind you of the recent war crimes you have committed in Afghanistan, where innocent and densely populated civilian villages have been destroyed and bombs have been dropped on mosques, causing the roof of the mosque to collapse on the heads of Muslims praying there. You are the ones who broke the agreement with the mujahideen when they came out of Kunduz, bombed them in the Ganji fort, and killed more than 1,000 prisoners out of suffocation and thirst."

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Osama bin laden letter to America full text

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful:

Ayah from Holy Quran: "Permission has been given to those who fight because they have been wronged, and indeed God has power to help them."

Some American writers have published articles under the title "On what basis do we fight?" These articles sparked a number of responses, some of which adhered to the truth and relied on Islamic law, while others did not. Here we wanted to explain the truth clearly and as a warning, hoping and seeking reward from God Almighty, and seeking His success and support.

As we seek God's help, we base our answers on two questions addressed to the Americans:

First: Why do we fight and oppose you?

Second: What do we invite you to and what do we want from you?

As for the first question: Why do we fight and oppose you? The answer is very simple:

Because you attacked us and are still attacking us.

You attacked us in Palestine, which has been under military occupation for more than 80 years. The British, with your help and support, handed over Palestine to the Jews, who occupied it for more than 50 years; Years full of oppression, tyranny, crimes, murder, displacement, destruction and devastation.

The establishment and continuation of Israel is one of the greatest crimes, and you are the leaders of its criminals. Of course, there is no need to explain and prove the degree of American support for Israel.

The establishment of Israel is a crime that must be erased, and anyone whose hands are tainted by contributing to this crime must pay the price, and pay the price dearly.

We laugh and cry at the same time when we see that you are not yet tired of repeating your fabricated lies that the Jews have a historical right to Palestine, as promised to them in the Torah, and everyone who disagrees with this alleged truth is accused of anti-Semitism, and this is one of the most horrific fabrications widely spread in history, and the people of Palestine. Pure Arabs and original Semites.

Muslims are the heirs of Moses, peace be upon him, and the heirs of the true Torah that has not changed. Muslims believe in all the prophets, including Abraham, Moses, Jesus, and Muhammad, peace and blessings be upon them. If the followers of Moses were promised Palestine's right to the Torah, then the Muslims are the nation most deserving of that.

When the Muslims conquered Palestine and expelled the Romans, Palestine and Jerusalem returned to Islam, the religion of all the prophets, peace be upon them. Therefore, the call for a historical right in Palestine cannot be against the Islamic nation that believes in all the prophets of God, peace and blessings be upon them, and we do not differentiate between them.

The blood flowing from Palestine must be avenged on an equal footing. You must know that the Palestinians do not cry alone. Their women are not widowed alone. Their children were not orphaned alone.

You attacked us in Somalia; You supported Russian atrocities against us in Chechnya, Indian oppression against us in Kashmir, and Jewish aggression against us in Lebanon.

Under your supervision, approval and orders, the governments of our countries that act as your agents attack us on a daily basis, and these governments prevent our people from establishing Islamic law, using violence and lies.

These governments make us taste humiliation, and put us in a great prison of fear and oppression. These governments steal our nation's wealth and sell it to you at a low price.

These governments surrendered to the Jews, and handed them most of Palestine, recognizing the existence of their state over the remains of its people. Removing these governments is our duty, and a necessary step to liberate the nation, make Sharia the supreme law, and restore Palestine. Our battle against these governments is not separate from our battle against you.

You steal our wealth and oil at low prices because of your international influence and military threats. This theft is truly the largest theft that humanity has witnessed in the history of the world.

Your forces occupy our country; And you deploy your military bases there; You are corrupting our lands and besieging our sanctities, in order to preserve the security of the Jews and to ensure the continuation of your plunder of our wealth.

You have starved the Muslims of Iraq, where children are dying every day. It is strange that more than 1.5 million Iraqi children died as a result of your sanctions, and you did not show any concern. But when three thousand of your people died, the whole world rose up and did not sit still.

You supported the Jews in their idea that Jerusalem is their eternal capital, and you agreed to move your embassy there. With your help and under your protection, the Israelis are planning to demolish Al-Aqsa Mosque. Under the protection of your weapons, Sharon entered Al-Aqsa Mosque to pollute it in preparation for seizing and destroying it.

These tragedies and misfortunes are just a few examples of your injustice and aggression against us. Our religion and our minds have commanded that the oppressed have the right to repel aggression, and expect nothing from us except jihad, resistance, and revenge. Is it reasonable in any way to expect, after America attacked us for more than half a century, that we would then leave it to live in security and peace?

This argument contradicts your constant repetition that America is the land of freedom and its leaders in this world. Therefore, it is the American people who choose their government of their free will, a choice that stems from their approval of its policies, and thus the American people chose, agreed and affirmed their support for the Israeli oppression of the Palestinians, the occupation and rape of their lands, and the continued killing, torture, punishment and expulsion of the Palestinians.

The American people have the ability and choice to reject their government's policies, and even to change them if they want to.

The American people are the ones who pay the taxes that fund the planes that bomb us in Afghanistan, the tanks that strike and destroy our homes in Palestine, the armies that occupy our lands in the Arabian Gulf, and the fleets that ensure the siege of Iraq.

These tax dollars are given to Israel so that it continues to attack us and penetrate our lands. It is the American people who finance the attacks against us, and they are the ones who supervise the disbursement of this money in the way they want, through their elected candidates.

Just as the US military is part of the American people, they are the same people who shamelessly help the Jews fight against us.

It is the American people who use their men and women in the American forces that attack us.

For this reason, the American people cannot be innocent of all the crimes committed by Americans and Jews against us.

God Almighty has legislated the permissibility and choice of revenge, and therefore, if we are attacked, we have the right to retaliate.

Whoever destroyed our villages and towns, we have the right to destroy their villages and towns. Whoever stole our wealth, we have the right to destroy his economy, and whoever killed our civilians, we have the right to kill his citizens.

The American government and press still refuse to answer this question: Why did they attack us in New York and Washington?

If Sharon is a man of peace in the eyes of Bush, then we are also men of peace. America does not understand the language of morals and principles, so we address it in the language it understands.

As for the second question that we want to answer: What do we invite you to and what do we want from you?

The first thing we call you to is Islam, the religion of God’s monotheism, disavowal of polytheism, and rejection of that. Of complete love for God Almighty and complete submission to His laws; He rejects all opinions, orders, theories and religions that contradict the religion that was revealed to his Prophet Muhammad, may God bless him and grant him peace. Islam is the religion of all the prophets, there is no difference between them, peace be upon them all.

To this religion we invite you; The seal of all previous religions, it is the religion of the monotheism of God, sincerity, good morals, righteousness, mercy, honor, purity, and piety. It is the religion of benevolence to others, establishing justice among them, granting them their rights, and defending the oppressed and oppressed. It is the religion of enjoining good and forbidding evil. With the hand, tongue, and heart, it is the religion of jihad for the sake of God so that the word of God and His religion is supreme. It is the religion of unity and agreement to obey God, and complete equality among all people, without distinction of color, gender, or language.

It is the religion whose book - the Qur’an - will remain preserved without change, after the other divine books and messages have changed.

The Qur’an is a miracle until the Day of Resurrection. God challenged anyone to come up with a book like the Qur’an, or even ten verses like it.

The second thing we call on you to do is to stop the injustice, lies, and immorality that has spread among you.

We call on you to be people of morals, principles, honor and purity. Renouncing immorality, sodomy, intoxicants, gambling, and trading in usury.

We invite you to do all of this so that you can be freed from what you have fallen into; So that you can be freed from the deceptive lies that you are a great nation, and that your leaders hide from you the vile state you have reached.

It is sad for me to tell you that you are the worst civilization in human history. You are the nation that, instead of ruling by God’s law in its constitution and laws, choose to invent your own laws as you wish and desire.

You separate religion from your politics, which contradicts the pure nature that affirms the absolute authority of the Lord, your Creator. You are evading the embarrassing question that is posed to you: How can God Almighty create His creation, give them authority over all creatures and the earth, and give them all the necessities of life, and then deprive them of the most important of them? Need to: Know the laws that govern their lives?

You are the nation that absolves usury, which all religions have forbidden/yet you build your economy and investments on usury, and as a result, in all its various shapes and forms, the Jews took control of your economy, and through it they then controlled your media, and now they control all aspects of your life and make you Be their slaves and achieve their goals, at your own expense. Exactly what Benjamin Franklin warned you about.

You are a nation that allows the production, trade, and use of intoxicants. You allow drugs, and only prohibit their trade, even though your country is the largest consumer of them.

You are a nation that permits immoral acts and considers them to be among the pillars of personal freedom. You continued to descend into this abyss from level to level until incest spread among you, to which neither your honor nor your laws objected.

Who can forget the unethical acts committed by your President Clinton in the official Oval Office? After that, you did not even hold him accountable, except that he made a mistake, and after that everything went unpunished. Is there a worse event in which your name enters history and is remembered by nations?

You are a nation that allows gambling in all its forms/and companies practice it as well, making criminals rich.

You are a nation that exploits women like consumer products or advertising tools that invite customers to buy them. You use women to serve passengers, visitors and strangers to increase your profit margins. Then you shout that you support women's liberation.

You are a nation that practices the sex trade in all its forms, directly and indirectly. Giant companies and institutions are based on this, under the name of art, entertainment, tourism, freedom, and other deceptive names you give them.

For all of this, you have been described in history as a nation that spreads diseases that were unknown to man in the past. Go ahead and brag before the nations of humanity that you brought them AIDS, a satanic American invention.

You have destroyed nature with your industrial waste and gases more than any other country in history. Despite this, you refuse to sign the Kyoto Agreement so that you can secure the profits of your greedy companies and industries.

Your law is the law of the wealthy, who control their political parties and finance their election campaigns with their gifts. Behind them stand the Jews who control your politics, your media, and your economy.

What has distinguished you in the history of mankind is that you have used your power to destroy humanity more than any other nation in history. Not to defend principles and values, but to rush to secure your interests and profits. You are the ones who dropped a nuclear bomb on Japan, even though Japan was ready to negotiate an end to the war. How many acts of oppression, tyranny and injustice have you committed, you advocates of freedom?

​​​​​​​Let us not forget one of your most important qualities: your duality in morals and values. Your hypocrisy in morals and principles. All your morals, principles, and values ​​have two scales: one for you, and one for others.

The freedom and democracy you call for are for you and for the white race only. As for the rest of the world, you impose your brutal, destructive policies and governments that you call friends of America. Yet you prevent them from establishing democracies. When the Islamic Party in Algeria wanted to practice democracy and won the elections, you unleashed your agents in the Algerian army on them, attacked them with tanks and guns, imprisoned them, and tortured them.

Your policy on prohibiting weapons of mass destruction and eliminating them by force to ensure world peace: it applies only to countries that you do not allow to possess such weapons. As for countries that agree to it, such as Israel, they are allowed to keep these weapons and use them to defend their security. Anyone else you suspect of manufacturing or keeping these types of weapons, you label them as criminals and take military action against them.

You are the last to respect the decisions and policies of international law, but you claim that you want to selectively punish anyone else who does the same. For more than 50 years, Israel has been ignoring United Nations resolutions, with the full support of America.

As for the war criminals whom you condemn and establish criminal courts for, you shamelessly demand that they be granted immunity, but history will not forget the war crimes you committed against Muslims and the rest of the world. Those you killed in Japan, Afghanistan, Somalia, Lebanon and Iraq will remain a disgrace from which you will never be able to escape. Suffice it to remind you of the recent war crimes you committed in Afghanistan, where you destroyed innocent, densely populated civilian villages, and bombs were dropped on mosques, causing the roof of the mosque to collapse on the heads of the Muslims praying in it. You were the ones who broke the agreement with the Mujahideen when they left Kunduz, bombed them in Fort Janji, and killed more than 1,000 prisoners from suffocation and thirst.

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In Praise of MARY

FEAST DAY OF OUR LADY OF SORROWS (September 14)

Promises of our Lady to those who pray the Seven Sorrows Rosary given to Saint Bridget of Sweden (1303-1373).

1 ”I will grant peace to their families."

2 ”They will be enlightened about the divine Mysteries."

3 ”I will console them in their pains and will accompany them in their work."

4 ”I will give them as much as they ask for as long as it does not oppose the adorable will of my divine Son or the sanctification of their souls."

5 ”I will defend them in their spiritual battles with the infernal enemy and I will protect them at every instant of their lives."

6 ”I will visibly help them at the moment of their death-- they will see the face of their mother."

7 ”I have obtained this grace from my divine Son, that those who propagate this devotion to my tears and dolors will be taken directly from this earthly life to eternal happiness, since all their sins will be forgiven and my Son will be their eternal consolation and joy.

In observance of the feast, the faithful are requested to recite one Our Father and seven Hail Mary’s after reflecting on each Sorrow.

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Vacation Trip to Egypt

 Maestro Online Travel offers you the chance to experience the best of Egypt through incredible Egypt trips. You can get excited while touring the mind-blowing monuments in Cairo, immerse yourself in Egyptian history while in Luxor, feel Aswan's beauty up close, and unwind and have fun in Hurghada and Sharm El Sheikh, among other things to do in Egypt .

With our Cairo Day Tours, you may explore the various attractions of Cairo, the present capital of Egypt, and let your inner self loose and feed your spirit. Get pumped with Egypt Day Tours and explore the Giza Pyramids, the most well-known attraction in the world. On this unforgettable Pyramids of Giza Tour, you will learn more about the great pyramids, which served as enormous Pharaohs' tombs, though some people still do not believe that the ancient Egyptians were capable of such accomplishments.

The famous pharaohs Cheops, Chephren, and Mykerinus used the Pyramids as their enormous tombs, which they were constructed as between 2550 and 2490 B.C. Enjoy yourself by selecting one of the many day trips available in Cairo, such as our Tour to the Pyramids of Giza, Memphis, and Sakkara, where you'll get to see the oldest building in the world, the Sakkara Pyramid, as well as the former seat of the Old Kingdom. The Egyptian Museum is one of the largest museums in the world and houses around 120.000 masterpieces, including mummies, sarcophagi, pottery, jewels, and of course King Tutankhamen's treasures. Explore the Egyptian Museum to learn about one of the city's most amazing attractions. Just select Salah El Din Citadel and the Egyptian Museum.

Today, Luxor is frequently referred to as the "biggest open-air museum in the world." This name was given since the contemporary city is situated where ancient Thebes once stood. The Old Kingdom's treasures have literally been constructed into and around this structure. Luxor Tours are available from Maestro Online Travel in a range of itineraries that explore the city's most well-known locations in both the East and West Banks, With our tours to the Karnak and Luxor Temples, you may stroll around the largest temples in the world. In Luxor, the western Nile Bank is home to ancient ruins, Pharaonic tombs, and funerary temples. With our Luxor West Bank Tours, you may explore the splendor of the Ancient Egyptians and all the neighboring notable monuments. With our excursions in Egypt, Maestro Online Travel offers you an exceptional experience from Luxor via the Luxor Nile Cruise, which travels between Luxor and Aswan and enables you to explore the magnificent monuments situated between the two historical cities, including visits to the Edfu and Kom Ombo Temples.

Aswan has always played a crucial strategic role because it is located at the northern end of the First Cataract, which represents ancient Egypt's southern border. With Aswan Tours, you may take a break from the stress of everyday life and experience true beauty while exploring the city's top attractions. There is a lot to discover in Aswan; have fun with our Day Tours in Egypt and try the Aswan Dam, Philae Temple, and Unfinished Obelisk Tour, which takes in the city's most well-known attractions.

Experience our Abu Simbel Tour from Aswan by Van and learn more about the enigmatic temple that is regarded as the largest and most significant building in Egyptian history. Abu Simbel Temple is made up of two temples: the Temple of Queen Nefertari and the Temple of Ramses II. Both were constructed by Pharaoh Ramesses II (1303–1213 B.C.) and are dedicated to Amon Ra, Harmakis, and Ptah.

Through incredible Hurghada Excursions and Sharm El Sheikh Excursions, you will have the chance to take advantage of the wonderful Red Sea and practice a variety of water sports, including swimming, diving, and snorkeling, in some of the most breathtaking locations on earth.

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