eating manners

عن أنس بن مالك رضي الله عنه، عن الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم قال: “ إِنَّ اللَّهَ لَيَرْضَى عَنِ الْعَبْدِ أَنْ يَأْكُلَ الأَكْلَةَ فَيَحْمَدَهُ عَلَيْهَا أَوْ يَشْرَبَ الشَّرْبَةَ فَيَحْمَدَهُ عَلَيْهَا “ صحيح مسلم حديث ٢٧٣٤

Anas bin Malik (May Allah be pleased with him) reported:The Messenger of Allah (ﷺ) said, “Allah is pleased with His slave who says: ‘Al-hamdu lillah (praise be to Allah)’ when he takes a morsel of food and drinks a draught of water." Sahih Muslim 2734 a
In-book reference : Book 48, Hadith 123
USC-MSA web (English) reference : Book 35, Hadith 6592

سُنن الطعام || Sunan Eating  - (3) 

Every body is different and not every large person is eating in an unhealthy manner.

I have a chronic illness called hypothyroidism. This messes with my metabolism and my mood. I’m working on incorporating healthy habits but I will never be thin.

Don’t say, “just eat less” that’s not how it works for me.

عن المقدام بن معد يكرب رضي الله عنه، عن الرسول صلى الله عليه وسلم قال: “ ما ملأ آدميٌّ وعاءً شرًّا من بطنٍ، بحسبِ ابنِ آدمَ أكلاتٍ يُقمنَ صُلبَهُ، فإن  كان لا محالةَ : فثلُث لطعامِه، وثُلُثٌ لشرابِه، وثُلُثٌ لنفَسِه “ حديث حسن صحيح الترمذي ٢٣٨٠ 

Miqdam bin Ma'dikarib said:“ I heard the Messenger of Allah (S.a.w) saying: ’The human does not fill any container that is worse than his stomach. It is sufficient for the son of Adam to eat what will support his back. If this is not possible, then a third for food, a third for drink, and third for his breath.” Hassan Sahih Jami` at-Tirmidhi 2380
In-book reference : Book 36, Hadith 77
English translation : Vol. 4, Book 10, Hadith 2380

سُنن الطعام || Sunan Eating  - (1) 

Take Care of You | Finn Bálor

Title: Take Care of You

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

SummarySometimes, you see him and you can’t catch your breath. Other times, he is your reason for breathing.

Word Count: 5,882

Warnings: EDIT - I forgot to add my warnings on here in my rush to post. TALK OF MEDICAL ISSUES, BUILDING FIRES, AND A BIT OF SEXUAL CONTACT!!!! 

Tags: @calwitch | @rebelfleur22 | @xfirespritex | @blondekel77 | @alexahood21 | @taryndibiase | @isawthesights | @swedish-strong-style | @wrasslin-rollins | @megnog | @kitkat8 | @ellothelongwaydown | @wwesensualfanfics | @blueblazezz | @ratedrkohardychick91 | @wweburnitdown | @1dluver13xx | @nickysmum1909 | @balorismydemonking | @ifyouarentaprowrestlerthenleave | @alexekaydus | @cfloyd776 | @devittslegos | @bbmbabe | @finish-her | @kakakatey | @ekayyla | @abschaffer2 | @shieldgirl95 | @dreamlikemusings | @bouttogolinkurbitch | @moriarty-smarty | @warblersarelove | @leslie2898 | @neeadinghugs | @lunaticfringe216 | @lost-in-the-stories | @ofchristimhookedonhavocimodunne | @viperslunatic | @earl-01 | @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs | @crayzeebizkit | @soulofaravenheartofawolfPlease let me know if I missed anyone or if you would like to be added to the tag list.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

Keep reading


Saiyuki high school AU…! Because I love high school AUs. Honestly Goku’s lines came from me thinking about my love for spinach so there. I confess. I just had Goku saying it because after thinking this, I thought ‘that’s so Goku, though?’ and I needed a reason for him to say stuff like this so I made a HS AU where Ten was the English teacher because he’d probably assign something like this.

Also…if I wasn’t so sleepy I’d have added Gojyo and Banri laughing, teasing Goku or something but…alas. Maybe I’d do more of these some time! x’)

@holysea: I wanted you to see this, hahaha.

Tea Party For 9

Pairing: The Men of The Avengers x Steve Rogers Daughter Sarah Rogers

Warning: This is ridiculous and well I think I’m funny sorry if you don’t. Haha

When Sarah wants a tea party, she manages to get her way with Uncle Tony’s help. She doesn’t hear the word no when it comes to her uncles, not a single one is willing to tell her no, even if that means being forced into Dress Up attire and using their manners. As long as it stays between the nine of them only.

@chrisevansthedoritobastard @holahellohialoha  
@almightyunnie @imamotherfuckingstar-lord  
@iwillbeinmynest @letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked
@goodnightwife @irepeldirt
@yourtropegirl  @bellejeunefillesansmerci 
@buckyb-avengers  @winterboobaer
@mrhowardstark @rileyloves5
@ria132love  @samanthaneedsanap
@theonlyparadox   @seargantbcky
@the-witching-hours12-3   @callamint 
@cryokinetic-cobain  @agentsinstorybrooke 

“Are you sure about this?” You sigh leaning against the wall as you watch your daughter run from her uncle Clint who was chasing her down for of course stealing one of his French fries, her little legs going as quick as they could.

Keep reading

100 Days and 100 Nights

By @titaniasfics

Written for @norbertsmom, my Secret Santa, hosted by @loveinpanem

In-Panem Canon AU, no Games, no Reaping, just a whole lot of pining.

A/N at the end

“The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?”

― Percy Bysshe Shelley

Peeta glanced down at the floor of the kitchen as he slid the empty bread trays under the counter. The dollops of dried dough indicated the floor needed a good sweeping. This was Rye’s chore this week, but he had gone to deliver a last minute order, leaving Peeta alone in the shop. Peeta wasn’t interested in hearing his mother complain about the matter when she returned from her errands, so he took advantage of the lull in customers and swept the debris into the dustbin.

While he worked, he heard a rapping at the back door. He set the broom in the corner, his chest growing tight because he knew who would most likely be there. As he passed the chrome refrigerator, he checked his face in the reflection, relieved that he didn’t have flour in his hair or dough on his cheek.

With a steadying breath, he opened the door.

“Hello Katniss,” he said, smiling his usual, how-can-I-help-you smile, the one he used to greet all his customers, even though his excitement was through the roof. It was automatic. Safe. Even though he’d been in love with Katniss Everdeen ever since they were kindergartners in District 12’s only elementary school, he made sure to never let a hint of his affections for the aloof huntress from the Seam escape him.

Keep reading

Eating with three fingers

Q: “Does it occur in the Sunnah to eat with three fingers in general with respect to all food or just with thareed (a dish of meat and bread)?”

Shaikh al-Albaani:

“There isn’t anything in the Prophet’s ﷺ Sunnah that would help us answer this question. There isn’t anything except that the Prophet ﷺ used to eat with three fingers; but what we should say about the meaning of this hadeeth is:

This hadeeth definitely does not mean that it is impermissible for a Muslim to eat with other means like spoons that are well-known today. Rather it only means that if a Muslim eats a type of food that can be eaten with three fingers, then he does not show that he is greedy with the food such that he eats with the whole hand when he is able to eat like Allaah’s Messenger ﷺ would eat: with three fingers. This is the first point. Secondly, it is known that meat gravy for example cannot be eaten with three fingers so here one must use other means to eat it. This is from the worldly affairs; it is not from the affairs of the religion, all the rulings of which Allaah’s Messenger ﷺ was charged to convey to the people. Regarding the worldly affairs, he ﷺ said: ‘You are more knowledgeable about your worldly affairs than me.’”[1]

[1] Saheeh al-Jaami` 1488

[silsilatul-hudaa wan-noor 692 /]

♰ Wammy’s 1st Generation

“ ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔩𝔶 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔩𝔦к𝔢 …
                   𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤…
                     𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔩𝔦к𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔱𝔥…
                                   𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔬𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢𝔰… 𝔢𝔵𝔭𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔩. ” -
DN:AN [₁₀₅]

♰ The first generation of successors was composed of at least 5 individuals.

♰ [Mention]: A is only mentioned once,

  • “…The first child, A, was unable to handle the pressure of living up to L and took their own life…” [105]

First/number 1 - 一番
Life - 命を
End/cut off - 絶ち

♰ [Description]:

A is the first successor, the first child of the attempt at making a backup for L.

It is assumed that A’s alias is “Alternative” because of it’s use with backup:

  • “  … L’s successors, as L’s alternatives… a copy… a backup."  [104]

A’s gender is not made mention of in the Japanese original (though translations often use the post-Victorian stylistic choice of avoiding specific gender neutral pronouns, like singular ‘they’ in English. An accurate representation of the original will be gender-neutral.), nor is any further information made known of the character’s background or potential age, cause of death (beyond suicide), where they are buried, nor the impact it may have had on the house.

A is the first attempt at creating a backup for L. The character’s position as the first child - presumably orphaned, stripped of all identity along with purpose beyond becoming someone else - gives the character a special place in history of Wammy’s House.

It is unclear how or where A died, but this character may also be the first and only child to have died on the institution’s grounds…

♰ [Mention]: B as a successor is made mention of several times,

  • ” He had these eyes… which is why a child as strange as he was taken in by our home sweet home - Wammy’s House.“ [094-095]
  • ”…the second child in Wammy’s House…“ [095]
  • ”…the second child, Beyond Birthday, was brilliant and deviant…“ [105]
  • ” B stood for backup. “ [105]

(Hewas B) 彼はB
(Wammy’s House) ワイミーズハウス
2nd/number 2 - 二番
Child/children - 子供

♰ [Description]:

He was the second child, the backup. Wammy’s does not know his real name, making the search for him in May (of an unknown year) difficult.

  • ”…B’s disappearance in May…“ [117]
  • ”… Wammy’s House only knew him as B - they did not know his real name…“ [117]

It is never mentioned why B runs away though there is mention that he does so knowing L will be contacted by the house. [159]

His background is mentioned briefly but no nationality is suggested.

  • ”… Knew the day when his father would be attacked by a thug and die, knew the day when his mother would die in a train crash…“ [094]

Though it is notable that he speaks Japanese like a native, claims to have had every book of Akazukin Chacha as it was serialized, and that the books in Believe Bridesmaids home.. may not belong to the victim.

  • ”… He speaks Japanese like a native …“ [098]
  • ”… I read every issue as it was serialized…“ [058]
  • ”… there was no telling if Akazukin Chacha actually belonged to Believe Bridesmaid…“ [062]

Several mentions are made throughout DN:AN that could describe B’s appearance but none are certain to not be part of his Rue persona,

The same can be said for his mannerisms,

B is not the only Wammy’s alumni to have ended up in prison nor the only one to have attempted to attack L in some way. 

However B’s end, like A’s, was to be suicide had he succeeded…

♰ [Mention]: The last of the first generation is mentioned as being involved in the detective wars that earned L the code names of Eraldo Coil and Danuve.

  • “… The story of the detective war… solving that infamous bioterror case, with guest appearances by the first X through the first Z from Wammy’s house…” [170]

First generation/original - 初代
(Wammy’s House) ワイミーズハウス
Guest - ゲスト

The Japanese original only mentions that the three would appear as guests and nothing more. The story is never written further.

♰ [Description]:

No mention of their backgrounds, alternative names, or even their role (as antagonizes or aid) in the detective war is specifically mentioned…

However, X Y and Z (like A) do not appear in L’s contact list in “L: Change the World”, which may allow for the assumption that they are no longer alive and have actually each died before B’s arrest or death. B appears greyed out in the contact list along with F, whom is newly deceased in the film.

There are a few other canon letters that by their age or association with each other could too have been part of the first generation such as F, K, J, and Q

    But, they originate from other canon materials.

Shadow demon

• shadows have always been behind everyone and anything. they saw every sad, terrible, great and beautiful moment since the start of it all and when you get to live that long and see so much you see how life should should be lived and have a better sense of what’s right than any angel

•it doesn’t matter to them on most of the people they have cut down to get further in their work, they’ve seen true good in humans and none of the people who call on them for their “work”  have never had a decent soul

•then there’s you who they know are trying to figure out a way to keep them on their own side of the portal, you don’t actually know what your getting into that friend of yours probably gave you false information again and at first they plan on how to erase you from the narrative out of pity, but you’re quite resourceful without meaning to be

•when you tell your pet about your day or dance around in the kitchen with or without music and no matter what you are reading you get so engrossed in your reading that the  primary emotions shine through with your brightest smiles and true pain

• they get sidetracked fall in love and you end up getting into a detour of originally getting the demon the hell out of this world because they would be the only one left to know the meaning of the most archaic book on Earth

•both of you get to know each other very well without the other knowing so much and the two of you fall deeper and deeper into your fates

•when you first meet them it’s under really awful circumstances some idiot had decided the best way to get back at you for leaving them was to get you on your way home and assault you when no one else was around to do anything

• they were wrong and the demon almost instantly ripped them apart with their many hands and teeth you don’t take your eyes off the scene in front of you and wonder why the monster looks ashamed

•your mind goes a thousand miles a minute and your scared not of them but what have could have just happened the demon doesn’t say anything they take one of their hands and wrap it around yours and walks you home, they unlock your door and before they go you hug them tightly and mutter a quiet thanks

•when you finally get into your bed you can’t sleep and stare at the ceiling alone with your thoughts And your mind’s made up by sunrise

•you summon them over for pancakes and coffee and you find just a little bit of sadistic pleasure in seeing them being so nervous it was cute..

•they come over everyday and you begin to leave out an extra plate even though they claim they won’t eat anything because manners and it’s nice you think having someone to eat with

•you can’t help but still call them a demon but it would always be a later to my, and while the world wasn’t perfect your life was because despite all the lows you always pulled it together and you can’t remember there being a time in your life when you felt so safe and happy and it’s the same for them


Request for the anon who asked for this and made me realize I needed 1000 times more content of this I took a little different route with this but I hope you enjoy it!

BTS Reactions - You’re a picky eater

The 7 boys want to go out tonight for dinner, but you don’t know. You’re a picky eater, and it’s something that makes you really insecure. They’re trying to come up with a place to eat and you just don’t like any of the food at these places. Jungkook suggests a place that does Korean Barbecue, and you scrunch up your nose at the thought. Just imagining the smell there makes you queasy. When you decline, Yoongi looks at you, confused,
“You don’t like Korean barbecue? Who doesn’t like Korean barbecue?!” Touching on one of your deepest insecurities, you stand up and walk out of the room, crying. Not too long after, you hear someone knock at the door. You don’t answer, but they come in anyway. It’s your boyfriend.

Keep reading

Steel and Flame III

Part One

Part Two

Here’s the third part of the Steel and Flame series. I got a little carried away, and wrote so much that there’s going to be a fourth part!! I am so happy about the positive feedback btw, thanks guys:)

III. Deprehensio

She brushed her hair with more force than necessary. She secured the hair into a high ponytail, as tight as she could. She put on her fighting gear with meticulous precision. And then, because she couldn’t help herself, she pinched her cheeks, once, twice, to give her pale skin some color- and regretted it an instant later. She had no business making herself look pretty. She had no one to impress.

One last check- everything was in order. She was ready for the day. So Nesta sat down on her bed, folded her hands in her lap, and waited.

Because it was the middle of the night.

She hadn’t slept a single second. Not after crying her eyes out like some ridiculous girl in a romance novel. Nesta, as a matter of fact, didn’t cry; that was more Elain’s thing, pretty, scattered teardrops on her cheeks, trembling lips. Feyre cried too; but with her, it was all weeping for hours and dying despair.

Nesta only cried when she was angry, not because…of other reasons. Such as a boy.

Too many thoughts were whirling in her head, too many questions and feelings, and Nesta could not deal with so many things at once. She had to sort through everything. One thought at a time. First up: Elain.

Her dear sister, who was in Velaris with the Court of Dreams, who dreamt of her mate with longing in her heart. Even when she had not even talked to him once. The two of them had just taken one look at each other and known. Elain had not questioned it- had simply accepted the mating bond, accepted the fact that she had to wait until she saw Lucien again. Even when he was their enemy. Even when he helped keeping their sister, Feyre, captive. Even when his High Lord had conspired with the King of Hybern. Elain did not question it.

So did that mean the mating bond made you blind? Was it not all some illusion, some…trick?

Yet Nesta knew, deep inside her bones, in her core, that Cassian was hers. That he was her mate and she was his. And it made so much sense- they way she seemed to know what he was thinking, the way she liked his company, loved being around him…the way he made her feel. It was the same feeling she had for Elain, and Feyre, but still a different kind…brighter, and more urgent, and more vulnerable.

Nesta had thought that after Thomas, after her father, after all the wrecking and pestering men in her life, she’d never be interested in anyone. But Cassian had made her feel all sort of things when he’d visited her in her house on the other side of the wall, back when she’d still been a human. They hadn’t even kissed; his presence alone had…awakened something in her.

Nesta stood up. Sitting still was impossible. She thought of Feyre- who had also found her mate. Nesta knew that Feyre had been clueless about the mating bond until some creature had told her. And she had directly accepted it as well- because it had been written in the stars even before Feyre’s birth that she’d be with Rhys.

Was it coincidence, that all three of them should find their mates- supposedly a rare, precious, special thing- at the same time? Could Nesta trust that?

And even if it was all true- Feyre and her Rhys had been like magnets, circling closer and closer to each other until they finally collided. Feyre had drawn those stars on the drawer, had spent her days close to the wall; some part of her had maybe always known. And it had taken one look for Elain and Lucien to find out they were mates.

But what about her and Cassian? They had spent months in each other’s presence, and half of that time she’d resented him with every fiber of her being. He’d called her a bitch, a beast, a stupid little girl. No mating bond between them. Why now?

Maybe it was because she had finally let her walls down. Because she had allowed herself to feel again. Because she did not hide from Cassian anymore. There had been that moment yesterday, when he’d put his arm around her and she’d thought that this was exactly what she wanted for the rest of her life.

Nesta buried her face in her hands. What was she going to do now? Should she tell him? Did he know? But he would have said something…maybe he didn’t want the mating bond. Should she pretend nothing had happened? She’d keep it to herself for now. Learn if Cassian knew or not. Talk to Elain.

Her heart beat faster with every minute the sunrise crept closer. And it was not sleepless unrest, but a thrill of anticipation that had her pacing her room until the morning came.

Breakfast was a loud and messy affair. Most Illyrians had been raised in the War Camps where eating manners were not exactly on top of priorities. Nesta had grown used to bottles flying through the air, wings sweeping plates to the floor and fights breaking out every now and then.

But after breakfast, those warriors proved why they were so feared throughout Prythian- why they were so important in the war against Hybern.

That was when Cassian inspected his troops.

The whole regiment stood as one on a field outside the camp- all in their fighting leathers, wings spread wide, they waited for their commander to address them.

Nesta knew that she was not required to attend. She was not Illyrian. She was not Part of Rhys’ and Feyre’s army. But there was something about watching Cassian step in front of all these brutish warriors, power radiating from him…walking up and down the lines of Illyrians and tell them about the newest developments, what was going right and wrong in their preparations for war…it was fascinating to watch him transform into this male full of authority. The pure command in his tone made her shiver sometimes.

Today was different, though. Today Nesta knew that Cassian was her mate. She was not only watching him- she could feel him through their bond. He was upset about something, she sensed that. Upset about something he’d planned for quite some time now but hadn’t managed to do. And he was tired and a little bit worn out.

There was a very unsettling realization Nesta had about this bond between them: it had not appeared just now. It had been there the whole time. She just hadn’t recognized it as such before. She had scolded herself for being so invested into what Cassian was thinking…when really, she could not have changed that. It had been the bond, the whole time.

Cassian dismissed his troops. And turned around to Nesta.

Looking at him was different, too. He still wore that mask of a brutal, heartless commander- but she saw what was right underneath that, her loving, gentle, wonderful Cassian. The bond between them buzzed at that. And the thought was in her mind before she could help it- loving Cassian could be very, very easy.

Loving Cassian was very, very easy-

And wanting him, too. Nesta had been attracted to him before, but now…this sudden need to touch him, to be with him surged through her whole body. It took everything in her to stop herself from storming over to him, grabbing him by the collar and crashing her lips against his.

Nothing on Cassian’s face showed that he might knew what she was thinking, not even when he walked over to her. No sign that he knew they were mates, no sign that he felt the bond between them as well.  

“Nesta”, he said by way of greeting. “I take that you’re better again?”

Better? Right- she’d slammed the door in his face yesterday evening. She’d forgotten about that. Finding out about the mating bond had overshadowed everything else.

“Yes”, she said, but her voice was husky and it sounded more like a crow’s caw. She cleared her throat. “Yes”, she repeated, louder this time.

Cassian stared at her.


“Are you all right?”


“Something’s different with you.” He narrowed his eyes. “I felt your stare on me all morning. And yesterday you ran away from me. Did I do something? If I did, you have to tell me, because we”-

“You did absolutely nothing”, Nesta breathed. “Really. I’m fine now.”

Cassian did not look convinced. “You better be. We’re needed at the House of Wind today. Rhys has to go over the plans one last time- the plans to get to Feyre.”

Right. Feyre. Rhys. The war. There were things more important- more urgent than their mating bond. She should really keep this hidden for now- betray nothing of her new knowledge. After the war was over, she’d talk to Cassian about it. When everything had settled down. When Feyre was back safely. Until then…she’d stay close to Cassian. She’d make sure that no one hurt him. And she’d find out whether or not…he felt something for her. If he knew about them being mates.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”, Cassian asked again. “Because you’re staring at me.”

Nesta blinked. “Oh.”

A half grin. “I mean, I know I’m irresistible…”

Some other time, Nesta would have scoffed at that arrogant statement and snapped something nasty back. Now, she couldn’t think of anything- because he was irresistible. The need to be close to him grew stronger and stronger by the second. She swallowed. Her hand was trembling. Her mate was standing in front of her, and her body demanded that she did something about that.

The teasing look in Cassian’s eyes was replaced by something else when he noticed her behavior- when his gaze dropped, for the smallest second, down to her lips. Something raw and very honest. Was she swaying toward him? Was he stepping closer to her?

“Rhys expects us in one hour”, he rasped. Forced himself to speak. “We should go. I’ll fly us there”-

Her body sang at the prospect of spending an hour in his arms. One hour, so close to her mate…

He scanned her outfit. Her body sang as that as well. “Are you ready to leave right now? I don’t want to waste any time.”

“Yes”, she said. Touch me, touch me, touch me.

“Hey.” He hooked one finger under her chin and made her look at him. “I was worried about you yesterday. If you’re not okay- please say something. Maybe I pushed you too far- I shouldn’t have made you continue training when you wanted to leave.”

Nesta closed both her hands over his wrist. “Cassian”, she said softly. “I promise. Everything is completely fine. I’m fine- there’s nothing you did wrong.”

Relief, unending relief, and a small spark of confusion washed through the bond. But nothing on his face betrayed he felt the same attraction, the same need to be close to her when he gathered her gently in his arms and surged high into the air. 

“That is out of question!”, Nesta yelled. “Elain is not going to be a bait, she is not going to put herself in danger”-

“She has agreed to it!”, Cassian answered, his voice raised. “And we need her. This is the plan.”

“I want to see her”, Nets demanded. “This is not going to happen. I want to talk to her.”

“She’ll be back in a few hours.” Mor, who was lounging in a giant arm chair, gestured to the mountain range behind them. “She’s out with Amren.”

“Right”, Nesta snorted. “Out with Amren. Always out with Amren. Is that when you make her compliant to your schemes? When you make her willing to sacrifice herself?”

Cassian looked like he wanted to grab and shake her. “She is not going to sacrifice herself, you stupid girl!”


“Don’t you understand? They are mates. Lucien and Elain. When she goes into Spring Court territory, he’ll know and he’ll find her. She can talk to Feyre, gather as much information as much as possible, and then return to us!”

Nesta slapped a hand on the table on which war maps, wine glasses and letters were spread out. “That’s where you are wrong!”

Cassian crossed his arms. “Am I?”

“You usually are”, she flared. “Feyre is being held like a prisoner by that- Tamlin. Why should Lucien not do the same? You said yourself that he will want to find her- to keep her.”

“Because”, Cassian breathed, “they are mates, by the cauldron. Mates can not hurt each other. They know what the other is thinking. Lucien would never want to harm Elain. If she says she wants to leave, he’ll let her go.”

“What if Tamlin doesn’t want to let her go?” Nesta was breathing hard. “What if he decides that the Night Court is to dangerous, that Elain should stay?”

Cassian looked unimpressed. “I trust Lucien. He’ll try and do what Elain wants.”

“You’re trusting our enemy? You don’t even know him!”

“Fine!”, Cassian hissed, and suddenly he was close to her, towering above her, his mouth so near to hers. “I don’t trust Lucien, but I trust that damned mating bond. It’s the strongest thing there is. You can’t fight against it. You don’t want to.”

What madness made Nesta speak the next words, she didn’t know. “And how would you know so much about the mating bond?”

“Because I rutting know what it”-

Cassian stopped short, a sudden look of terror in his eyes. As if he had said too much. And turned around, so quickly he almost hit Nesta in the face with his wings.

Mor shot out of her seat. She was looking at Cassian, then back at Nesta. And again at Cassian. Something like understanding dawned on her face- a realization. “We should talk about this later, when Rhys is here”, she said, a little louder than necessary. “And I forgot that I needed to discuss something with Azriel. Cassian, if you want, you can come- it’s about the Hewn City, some murder”-

Cassian stormed out of the room without looking back at Nesta.

Mor let out a long sigh. “It’s very stressful for all of us”, she said. “Things are changing- our High Lady is captive in another court- Rhys is not himself. Don’t be mad at Cassian for trying to fix things.”

Nesta nodded, face set in stone- but her mind was elsewhere.

Because I rutting know what it- feels like?

Was that what Cassian had wanted to say? Because I rutting know what the mating bond feels like? The terrified look on his face, the way he had stopped short in his sentence…

“He’s always tried to fix things”, Mor continued. “Between us and our enemies- between Azriel and me. But he does it because he is so loyal and because he thinks it’s best. He wouldn’t send Elain to the Spring Court if he thought it was dangerous. He would long have stopped playing the buffer between Azriel and me if he didn’t…care about the two of us.”

Nesta nodded absentmindedly.

“He’s stopped, now”, Mor said. “Playing the buffer. He’s stopped ever since he met you.”

That ripped Nesta out of her thoughts. “What?”

But Mor had already turned away. “Elain will be back in a few hours”, she said. “You can talk to her then.”

And she left Nesta, alone, confused, mad at Cassian- and at the same time, her stupid heart beat so fast because of what he had said.

I know. I know what the mating bond feels like.


Night fell. Waiting for Elain, Nesta wandered through the endless halls of the House of Wind. Everything was pretty here: the white marble floors, the ceilings, the art. But she found herself missing the winds of the Illyrian steppes- the wild mountains under an endless sky. Nesta had always been unhappy with her ordered, restrained life. There, she felt free. From everything.

She had known for a while now where her feet were taking her- because the bond was tugging and pushing, directing her towards her mate.


He was on a small balcony when she found him, opened towards Velaris. The city gleamed against the night, a thousand small fires brightening the dark. He sat on a bench, his left wing tilted forwards. It looked like he was stroking his wing- applying something to it, rather. She stepped closer.

“It’ll take months before they stop hurting”, Cassian said. He didn’t even turn around. “Months before I am- myself again.”

“You’re already yourself.” Nesta walked to over to him. “You managed to fly us both here.”

There was a smile in his voice. “Because I wanted to impress the lady in my arms.”

She stepped around the bench to face him. He was applying some sort of yellowish glibber to the part where a bruise, swollen and red, drew a long line over his wing.

“You can’t reach it”, Nesta said. “Let me.”


“I allowed you to take care of my arm yesterday, remember?”

“And then you ran away and refused to talk to me.”

“And who, pray tell, ran away earlier?”

“Cauldron, woman.” Cassian stopped applying the salve to look at her. “I suppose I’ll never get the last word with you.”

Nesta only raised a brow and stretched her hand out. “Give it here.”

“I’m signing my own death sentence”, Cassian grumbled and handed her the salve. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Oh, hush.” She dropped a finger in the salve, handed it back to him and stepped close to his left wing. Cassian hissed when she smeared the cool glibber onto the scar.

“Does it hurt?”, she asked.

He laughed, a little desperate. “Among other things.”

“About Elain and Lucien.” Nesta couldn’t help herself. “Them being mates. They both knew…at the exact same time, didn’t they?”

Cassian went still under her hands. “Yes”, he said, softly. “It appears so.”

Some mad force inside Nesta pushed her to keep talking. “So…is it always like that? You know someone’s your mate when you look at them?”

Cassian took a deep breath. “Well, from what I’ve heard, it’s different for every…mated couple. Some take one look at each other and know. Some are so broken that they don’t recognize their mate. For some, it’s like a dawning realization- they suspect, and fall in love, and the mating bond is there one day. But at the same time, it’s always been there.”

“Hmm.” Do you know, do you know, do you know? “And…would the bond always lock in place for both simultaneously?” She wiped her finger clean on her shirt.  

Cassian laughed, a little unsure. “I suppose not- when people are broken or isolated- when they build walls around themselves- it can happen that one of them- maybe- realizes it later than the other.”

Nesta drew one finger over his wing, a soft part that had been spared from the damage. “And do you have a mate?”

Madness, that was the reason. Madness was driving her to ask this question. Had she not sworn herself that she would wait before dealing with this mess?

Cassian closed his hand over her wrist. “Why.”

She freed herself from his grasp, took a step back. “Curiosity.” She kept all emotions out of her voice, all evidence of the truth out of her features…because you’re my mate, and I am dying for you to know.

Cassian shook his head. “Liar.” He scanned her face. “Why do you want to know that, Nesta?”

“Why do you care?”, she asked.

He let out a small breath. “I’ve been asking myself that question ever since I met you.”  

“And do you have an answer?” Do you have a mate?

He stood up. He wings flared out to both sides behind him. “Why did you ask that question?”

“Answer it first, then I might tell you!”

He stepped closer and raised one hand to brush a lock of hair out of her face. His hand lingered on her cheek. “Nesta”, he breathed. “Please. Don’t toy with me. I don’t think I can survive that.”

Oh. Oh.


There it was. The answer. He knew. She could hear it through the bond, bright and clear- he knew. She could feel his affection for her, his love.

He knew they were mates.

Cassian brought his left hand to her other cheek. Just looked at her. Waiting.  

To hell with it. To hell with keeping quiet. Her mate was in front of her. She wanted to shout it into the world. “Yesterday”, Nesta started, her voice breaking a little. “Something happened. When I sat next to you.”

Cassian looked so afraid while she was talking- as if she held his whole heart, his whole life in her hands and could break it just like that. She wasn’t even sure he was breathing anymore.

She swallowed. “I just relaxed. I didn’t- I didn’t think, for once. And then it happened. It was like someone had hit me in the guts- and suddenly- suddenly”- Nesta threw her hands in the air. “Cauldron, Cassian, you know what I’m going to say!”

He smiled like a gods- damned idiot. “Maybe I do, sweetheart. Maybe I want to hear you say it.”

Nesta laughed, his grin was so contagious. “You stupid Illyrian.” She put her hands over his. One inch closer, and she would kiss him.

“Say it”, Cassian laughed. They were so close to each other his nose bumped against hers and Nesta swayed forward and then they were kissing.

It was a funny thing. They had taunted and teased each other- she had driven him mad, he had made her lose her mind- they had danced around each other for so long, Nesta would have thought their first kiss was going to be dramatic, passionate, wild and urgent. The result of an argument they had been having for a long time.

But this was the exact opposite. This was happiness in itself, carelessness, slowness: both of them laughing, breaking away from each other to catch their breath, giggling like small children. Cassian kissed one corner of her mouth, then the other-

“You’re my mate, by the way”, Nesta whispered, breathless. “I meant to tell you.”

“Been waiting for that”, Cassian murmured before he kissed her again and his hand wandered to cup the back of her head. “For a rutting long time.”

Nesta broke away from him, took a deep breath. “You say it, too.”

Cassian grinned, his eyes crinkling. He had never been more beautiful. “My little Nesta.”

“Little”, she hissed, but that could not sweep the smile off her face.

He drew his thumb along her check. “My mate.”

She didn’t kiss him at that; instead, she wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could and buried her face in his chest. His wings wrapped them both up in darkness; and it was there that Nesta- for the first time in her life- felt truly happy.  

Deprehensio- the act of coming upon and catching

Adsom Family Dinner AU

  • It’s either a seven-course meal or it’s Chinese takeout because it’s convenient, there is no in-between
  • Holland has a place at the table because he deserves to have people that actually care about him
  • Rhy going from the domestic mother to the bratty child in 0.2 seconds
  • Lila eating with minimal table manners and when Alucard makes a comment about it, she gives him the finger
  • Kell and Alucard giving each other backhanded compliments
  • Holland and Lila eating like it’s their last meal *my poor babies
  • Rhy bringing up embarrassing stories of Kell when he was young
  • Alucard and Rhy playing footsie underneath the table
  • Lila burping during Alucard’s toast to Rhy’s coronation
  • Kell flinging brussel spouts at Alucard’s head
  • Alucard flicking peas into Kell’s hair
  • Lila and Alucard exchanging dirty inside jokes from their time on the night spire and Rhy and Kell getting really jealous
  • Holland laughing because he deserves happiness