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Prompt- Aelin texts a friend or Aedion or something saying she loves them like a casual thing except she accidentally texts Rowan and he says it back

I Feel Like Coming Undone

Smut, 18+ only//3434 words

Aelin snorted into her straw. “Sure.”

Lys poked Aelin in the side. “You have to! I mean it!”

“I have to do no such thing!”

“Aelin-”

“This discussion is over now,” Aelin declared.

Lys pouted, but stayed silent. Until five minutes later when she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “All I’m saying is that he would totally say it back.” She blurted this statement out quickly, worried Aelin would cut her off again.

“He wouldn’t, Lys. We’re just friends, and that’s how he wants it.”

A long-suffering sigh left Lysandra’s mouth. “I honestly think that’s not true. I can’t tell for certain because, let’s be honest, that man has the whole quiet, broody guy thing going on, but I’m like eighty percent sure he’s in love with you.”

“Eighty is hardly enough to give me confidence. Besides, you’re just saying that. He doesn’t love me.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Lys dropped it, knowing she couldn’t say anything to convince Aelin otherwise.

Aelin and Rowan had met in college and become fast friends. Lys, Aelin’s friend from high school who had then attended the same university as both of them, was always teasing them about getting together. She’d stopped teasing Aelin about it when Rowan was in the room after Aelin had confessed that she was in love with Rowan. Until then, Lysandra had just been joking.

Lys had then made it her mission to set the two up, but Aelin wasn’t having it. She refused to say anything to Rowan, even after all this time. Rowan had graduated a year before the women. It was now almost two years after Aelin and Lys had graduated.

“Hey, I think Aed left something in the kitchen for you,” Lys said.

Aelin sighed at having to get off of the couch she’d plumped onto after getting off work, but she curiously stood.

And in the kitchen found... chocolates. Two king-size bars of Hershey’s milk chocolate. Lysandra chuckled knowingly at Aelin’s surprised screech.

“Lyssie, is it my birthday?”

Lys snorted at the nickname. “No, Linny, it’s not your birthday. Aedion felt bad for stealing your candy the other day.” Before Aelin could reply to this, Lysandra added, “I don’t think I was supposed to mention that part.”

Aelin sighed. “I knew somebody took it. You think I don’t keep track of my candy?”

“In that big-ass tub of random types of things containing sugar? Girl.”

Aelin frowned at Lysandra’s disapproval, but quickly regained her excited grin. Aelin was usually a very mature woman. Or sometimes, anyway. But when it came to her eating habits, anyone else would think she was a five-year-old let loose in a candy shop.

Grabbing one of the bars, Aelin headed back into the living room. Settling into the couch once more beside Lysandra, Aelin opened the chocolate and started methodically eating the squares. She reached for her phone off the coffee table.

Clicking on Aedion’s contact, Aelin wrote:

I am in love with you

“What are you doing?” Lys asked.

“Thanking Aed.”

Lys hummed noncommittally, almost dozing off. Both of the pair had had a long day at work.

He responded almost immediately.

Really?

Aelin rolled her eyes at Aedion’s antics.

Yes really dumbass

A pause, and then:

I love you too.

And then Aelin glanced up.

And screamed.

Lysandra jolted. “What the fuck, Aelin?”

Aelin threw her phone in the general direction of the table and hopped up. She started jumping on either foot, trying not to scream again.

“Lin, what’s wrong?” Lys sound halfway between concerned and pissed.

Aelin slapped her hands over her face. “Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods, what did I do? And he said... he said...”

Aelin screamed again.

Lysandra grabbed Aelin’s hands and pried them off her face. “Lady, stop screaming or I will slap you, and you know I don’t make idle threats.”

Aelin bit her lip. “I clicked the wrong contact.” Unable to explain further, she gestured at her phone on the table.

Lys, frowning, picked up Aelin’s phone. A moment passed and then- “Fuck! You told Rowan you love him! And he said it back! Holy fucking godsdamn shit!”

Aelin vaguely nodded.

Because she hadn’t selected her cousin’s contact. She’d told Rowan she was in love with him. And he had said it back to her.

Lysandra seemed to be struggling for breath. “I told you, bitch! This is going to be such a cute story to tell your kids about how you and daddy got together.”

“Don’t call Rowan daddy,” Aelin squeaked. “And don’t call me bitch, bitch. And children?”

“The guy that you’re in love with just told he loves you? Hello?” Lysandra looked at Aelin like she was stupid.

Aelin blinked. “Fuck,” she whispered.

“My thoughts exactly,” Lys commented. “Well? Are you going to do anything about it, or are you going to just stand here all night?”

Aelin was pretty sure her brain had circuited the moment she realized what she had done. “Do?”

“You’re clearly in shock. Let me rephrase that for you. Are you going to go screw Whitethorn now?”

Aelin reddened. “Um, I, oh my gods.”

Lysandra raised an eyebrow. “Is that yes definitely, Lys, and thanks for being right the whole time?”

“He loves me,” Aelin gasped.

Lys just sighed.

“Wait, what if he was joking? Or something else? What if he doesn’t actually-”

“I am so fucking not dealing with one more minute of this bullshit. Get out.”

Aelin opened her mouth, letting out no noise.

“Stop that. You look like a fish. Close your mouth and go get your man.”

“Hmm,” Aelin let out, stumbling toward the door.

“Your keys,” called Lys.

“Right.” Aelin grabbed them, as well as her phone from Lys’ hand, and turned around again.

In the hallway, having stumbled out the door and closed it, Aelin took a deep breath. What was she doing? She lifted her phone.

Rowan had kept texting during Aelin’s little blow up.

Wait, are you drunk or something?

Were you joking?

Aelin, answer me.

Please talk to me.

Shit.

Aelin felt a smile appear on her face. He was in love with her and he was freaking out just like she had been. Who would have guessed?

Can I come over?

Aelin waited anxiously for Rowan’s answer - as if he would say no - but it soon came.

Yes.

That’s all he said. Maybe he was still worried Aelin hadn’t meant it. A hysterical giggle found its way out of Aelin’s mouth.

Gods, she was going insane.

-

Ten minutes later, Aelin stood in front of Rowan’s door. She’d driven with her Taylor Swift playlist on the loudest volume, singing to it the whole way, determined not to think too hard and change her mind. Because if she had been able to think about it, Aelin definitely would have wimped out.

And after climbing two flights of stairs, she was staring at the apartment door, trying to force herself to knock.

There was no reason not to knock. She was here. She was in love with Rowan. And he was in love with her, son of a bitch.

Aelin raised her fist, then lowered it. She was losing her nerve. Aelin tried to knock again, but her instincts roared at her to run as fast as she could in the other direction.

Just when Aelin psyched herself out of this and turned to walk away, she heard the door open.

“You know I could see you through the peephole, right?”

Aelin slowly swiveled around. “Hey.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow. “Where are you going?” He was clearly trying to ask his usual self, but Aelin knew him well enough to know he was nervous. Extremely nervous.

“Away.” Wow, great answer.

Rowan just crossed his arms. “To do what, exactly?”

“To be a chicken. Duh.” Honestly, couldn’t he tell?

Rowan’s lips twitched, but he didn’t lose the crease in his forehead. “Come inside.”

There was no disobeying that tone. Aelin shuffled past him, feeling like she was being called to the principal’s office. Was it too late to run?

Yes, it was. Rowan closed and locked the door.

Aelin walked over to a barstool, familiar with Rowan’s apartment, and awkwardly sat down. Rowan did the same.

“So,” Aelin started. “How’s your day been?”

“Did you mean it?” So no small talk then.

“Did you?” Aelin asked.

Rowan frowned. “I asked first.”

“Don’t be immature.”

“The only immature thing is avoiding my question.”

Aelin scowled. “Dammit, Rowan. Yes, I meant it. For some unearthly reason, I’m in love with you.”

Rowan grinned. “Yeah?”

“I take that to mean you meant it too.” Aelin was embarrassed to still be questioning, having considered herself a relatively brave person. Maybe she needed to rethink that self-assessment.

“I’m in love with you too, Aelin.” Rowan reached for one of Aelin’s hands. “I have been for a long time and I should have said something sooner.”

Aelin giggled. She was losing it. “I should have said something sooner too.”

“At least you said it at all. I never did.”

“Well... about that.”

Rowan raised an eyebrow.

“I may have thought I was texting Aedion. Because he got me candy. And I needed to thank him. Except it wasn’t him.” Aelin winced.

Rowan blinked. Then he laughed. “Gods, Aelin. And it happened to be me you texted?”

“Yeah, instead of one of the other guys I’m in love with. Just kidding. That wasn’t funny. Rowan, say something. I’m ranting.” Aelin squeezed his hand.

Rowan just laughed again. “You’re really...” He trailed off. One of his hands lifted to her face and tenderly trailed a finger down her cheek.

Aelin’s breath caught. And of course the bastard noticed it. Rowan smirked at Aelin’s reaction.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Aelin asked. She wasn’t too nervous about whether he’d accept.

Rowan smiled. “I would love to go on a date with you.”

Aelin grinned.

“On one condition.”

Aelin rolled her eyes. “What is your condition?”

Rowan scooted closer on his stool until their knees bumped. “You let me kiss you.”

Aelin bit her lip. Still, she tried for cocky. “If that’s what it takes.”

Rowan smirked again, well aware of what she was feeling. He leaned forward slowly, and Aelin closed her eyes, anticipating the feel of his lips.

Breath ghosted Aelin’s check and she felt his lips brush it. Then the other cheek. Then the tip of her nose. Fuck, he was a demonish little man. Aelin kept her eyes firmly shut, but she couldn’t help but say, “Just kiss me already, asshole.”

Rowan chuckled. Before Aelin could protest again, though, he kissed her.

His lips were soft, but firm. Aelin moved her lips against his slowly, and he responded by kissing harder.

Aelin pulled back after a minute, panting.

Rowan grinned at her disheveled expression. “A date then.”

Aelin let out a breath through her nose. “You’re my boyfriend now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Rowan teased, a glint in his eye.

“So we’re in love. And we’re dating. Now that that’s all taken care of... can we fuck?”

Rowan burst into laughter.

Aelin scowled and kicked his shin. “Stop it,” she hissed.

Rowan was absolutely howling, seemingly unable to stop. He let out a snort, and just laughed harder.

“Fuck you,” Aelin whined. “It’s not funny. We didn’t all fall out of our mothers with the natural ability to flirt, okay? I’m a bit rusty.”

A louder snicker left his mouth, and Rowan had to hold his sides.

“Rowan Whitethorn! I swear to the gods, if you don’t stop laughing right now I will dump your body in a sewer.”

Rowan looked so terribly tempted to laugh even harder at that, but he managed to get control of himself long enough to say, “Sorry.” His eyes were still swimming with mirth.

Aelin frowned. “You are not. Don’t be rude.”

Rowan pressed his lips together in an obvious attempt not to laugh again.

Aelin sighed and crossed her arms.

An apologetic look crossed Rowan’s face - a look that Aelin knew was absolute bullshit.

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Call me baby again and you’ll be forgiven,” Aelin snarked.

Rowan smirked. “Baby.” He rested a hand on Aelin’s thigh.

Aelin stilled at the sensation, and even more so as Rowan started trailing his hand up her leg. Back down. Aelin suddenly cursed herself for wearing a t-shirt and leggings. She’d been a bit preoccupied when she’d stumbled out the door.

His hand moved up Aelin’s side. When it neared a breast, the hand reversed its movements and Aelin almost growled.

Rowan chuckled. He could see the impatient look on Aelin’s face. “So you don’t want to take it slow?” he asked.

“Do you?” Aelin replied, having not even considering the possibility.

Rowan slowed the movements of his hands. “I’m honestly not sure. If you think we should, then certainly.”

Aelin frowned, debating the situation. On the one hand she could give in to her lust and sleep with him. Or do something, anyway. It would make sense: they’d already told each other they were in love.

On the other hand, five minutes ago, they had still just been best friends. Aelin wasn’t picky about who she got in bed with, but perhaps a more serious relationship would warrant waiting. Then again...

Aelin couldn’t stop staring at Rowan’s mouth. Rowan, the son of a bitch, let his hand flex on Aelin’s side. One finger almost reached a breast. Just another centimeter and...

They moved at the same time. Aelin lunged forward and Rowan grabbed her by the hips, pulling her closer.

Rowan gently pressed his lips against hers once more, but Aelin wasn’t having it. She grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled him closer. Sensing her need, Rowan’s tongue pushed its way between Aelin’s lips. She moaned, and the noise seemed to snap something in Rowan.

Aelin gasped into Rowan’s mouth as he lifted her off of the stool. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctually and tightened her hold on his shirt. Rowan didn’t stop kissing her, his mouth on her neck now, placing open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin.

Aelin let her head fall back as he carried her over to the couch, his bedroom too far away, even with only a short hall.

When Rowan gently set her down on the couch cushions, Aelin tugged him down on top of her, surprising him with her desperation. She all but ripped his t-shirt off.

Rowan chuckled at Aelin and helped take off his shirt. Then Aelin’s own. Then her bra.

She cried out when Rowan flicked a nipple. She eagerly leaned forward as he started massaging a breast, bringing his mouth down to the other.

Aelin was partially on top of Rowan, both of them in a sitting position. She scooted closer so that she was sitting on his thigh as he licked circles around her nipple.

Rowan nipped the skin lightly and Aelin moaned, bracing her hands on his muscular shoulders so that she could start sliding back and forth on his thigh. Aelin was aching for pressure down there, and she groaned as she started riding his thigh in earnest.

Rowan gave one last kiss to Aelin’s breast before turning his attention to her neck. The hand he had so carefully holding one of her hips moved down to her ass and squeezed, and the one on her breast kept massaging, drawing noises out of the back of Aelin’s throat.

His tongue started tracing the crevices of Aelin’s neck. Unable to wait anymore, she unbuttoned his jeans. Rowan paused his ministrations as Aelin took his length in her hand, stroking lightly.

She gave him a wicked grin and slid off the couch, onto her knees on the floor. Rowan’s eyes widened, but he only watched as she started pumping his cock. Gently. Teasing.

“Fuck, Aelin,” he rasped, moving one hand to her hair.

She just smirked and lowered her mouth. Rowan held back a groan as Aelin wrapped her lips around him.

She started moving immediately, too impatient to hold back. Aelin relaxed her throat after a few bobs of her head, trying to take more of him. Rowan groaned when he hit the back of her throat.

She kept moving her head as she wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft. Aelin made eye contact with Rowan, watching him fall apart as she moved her head and hand simultaneously. The dark look on his face was too much for Aelin. She let her other hand fall to the waistband of her leggings.

Aelin slipped her hand downward, straight under her panties. Lace, if she remembered correctly. Thank the gods she wasn’t wearing granny panties.

Aelin moaned as she let a finger dip inside her folds. Fuck, she was so wet. She started pumping her finger in time with her head, finding a rhythm.

She saw the moment Rowan’s eyes flashed from Aelin’s own to her hand in her leggings. He cursed when he realized what she was doing. “Is this turning you on, baby? Do you like this?”

Aelin moaned in response, let her teeth drag lightly along his length. Rowan groaned and the relaxed grip he had on her hair tightened. Unable to stop himself, he thrust into her mouth.

Aelin whined and let herself relax into the sensation, wanting more. Rowan let out a few muffled curses, and she knew he was close. Especially as he tried to tug her head off of his cock.

She just twirled her tongue around and sucked.

Rowan cursed loudly and filthy as he spilled into her mouth. Her fingers curled inside of herself and Aelin pressed her thumb against her clit, desperate.

She orgasmed with a loud groan, still swallowing Rowan’s come. Once she finished shaking, Aelin released his cock with a sinful pop.

Then Aelin shakily stood. She knew her knees would likely be bruised later, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

Rowan tugged Aelin onto his lap. “Damn.”

Aelin grinned. “I am special, aren’t I?”

Rowan smiled at her, but the fond expression quickly turned to lust once more as he eyed her swollen lips, covered in saliva. The kiss that followed was absolutely feral.

Aelin started grinding on his lap. He broke the kiss with a hiss. “Too soon, Aelin.”

But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. Aelin ground her hips, not spent yet, even after her orgasm.

Rowan pushed her back again the cushions. Aelin gasped when he held her down by her thighs and pressed a teasing kiss to her stomach.

She whined, moving her hands down to shove down her leggings. Rowan chuckled. “Eager, aren’t you?”

“Yes, dammit,” Aelin snapped, trying to push her pants down as far as she could from this position. Turns out, being on her back didn’t allow for a lot of reaching ability.

Rowan laughed again and helped her. Once her leggings were tossed haphazardly onto the floor, Rowan eyed her panties. Aelin had been been right. She was wearing a small, black, lace thong.

He slowly, ever so slowly, hooked his fingers around the waistband. And dragged her underwear down. Aelin bit her lip at the lustful look on his features.

Rowan dropped her thong on the floor and settled between her legs. Aelin braced herself as Rowan started kissing her thighs, attempting to wind her up. But she wasn’t the only one worked up.

There would be other days for teasing, and going slow, and begging. Right now, both of them needed this. Rowan licked straight up her center, and Aelin’s hips bucked. He just held her down and kept going.

Aelin had been eaten out plenty of times, but this was something new. Almost like all those other guys were doing it wrong. She moaned as Rowan sucked on her clit, swirling his tongue around it.

Rowan tightened his grip on her thighs and went deeper, thrusting his tongue inside of her entrance. Aelin almost combusted at the sensation, crying out when he dragged his lips over her folds.

Just when Aelin thought she couldn’t get any more turned on, Rowan flicked her clit with his forefinger. She came with a scream, shaking and moaning.

Everything was hazy for a few moments, and then Aelin processed Rowan tenderly lifting her into his arms. Before she knew it, they were in Rowan’s bed, and he was lying down next to her.

Aelin threw an arm over Rowan’s chest and snuggled closer. “I love you,” she mumbled.

She felt him smile against her neck. “I love you too.”

———

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Leia fall in love with Han Solo, a scoundrel, a "bad guy", a pilot. So she is like her mom.

Luke fall in love with Din Djarin, a "bad guy", but also de Mand'alor, a fighter, and family is really important to him. Luke is like her dad.

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I’m certain that Cas is a Puff like me

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Summertime and Swords

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Chapter 2: Rhysand

Summertime in Velaris was hot. Sweltering, humid, no relief to be found, hot.

This made it dangerous for the citizens of the city. It was common for our station to be called out on heat exhaustion emergencies. Construction workers, pool patrons, the elderly in their various homes, everyone was subject to the heat of the day.

I woke up ready for more calls to come through until my chief called me into his office.

Today it seemed, I had drawn the short straw and would be doing fire extinguisher inspections at an apartment building at the edge of town. I didn’t mind it too much if it meant that I wouldn’t have to run around answering calls. He gave me a clipboard with the checklist and sent me on my way with an address.

Even though it was just past eight in the morning, the sun was already forcing its heat into the air and ground, turning whatever dew gather overnight into steam. My hair started to curl and dampen in the humidity, sweat beaded on my forehead. I hustled to the subway system, hoping that it would be cool enough there to stave off the oncoming heat.

Two train rides and another sweaty walk later, I was standing outside of the building, double-checking the address. It looked to be about 10 stories high and its once white bricks were stained grey and black from the decades of city pollution. I pressed the button that indicated the landlord for the building and waited. And waited. And waited. I pressed it again, vaguely hoping that he didn’t answer, and I could go get myself a bubble tea from the shop I saw a few blocks away.

Then, through the crackling speakers came a gruff, slightly slurred voice. “Whaddaya want?”

“Hi, sir, I’m here to do the fire extinguisher inspections?” I said bringing out my most polite voice.

The man grumbled something that didn’t make it through the mic and a buzzer sounded, unlocking the door for me.

I pushed past the outer iron door and the interior door to find myself in a dimly lit hallway mostly filled by what I can only describe as a glob of a man. His white wife-beater was stained yellow and brown like he hardly washed it (or changed out of it). Funnily enough, the colors matched his teeth.

“Here’s the apart-burp­-ments that need to be inspected,” he shoved a scrap of paper my way, the scrawl just legible.

I scanned the list, looks like only a dozen or so needed to be done. I flinched back as something silver flew at me, catching me in the shoulder and sliding into my hands.

“There are the keys, everyone is at work, no need to knock,” and then fixing me with a surprisingly intense, bloodshot stare, “Hurry up and get ‘em done, you’re cutting into my TV time.” How me taking the keys so he didn't have to accompany me cut into his TV time, I didn’t know but also didn’t argue with him as I set off to find the first apartment.

The first few were easy, the fire extinguishers either in plain sight or under the sink. I even got to pet a friendly cat which was curious as to what I was doing in their home.

The fifth one on my list changed my life forever.

Unlocking the door, I stepped into an apartment that was hot. Cutting a glance over to the window unit, I saw that it was off. Maybe the tenant was trying to save on electric while they were at work.

The second thing I noticed was that any free space in the place was taken up by paintings or painting supplies. Large and small, bright and dark, there were pieces everywhere. The few closest to me were of the big park in the middle of the city. I recognized the waterfall that I visited on my days off, it lovingly rendered by a careful hand.

Gorgeous paintings aside, I was resolved to get this one done as fast as possible because the heat in here was starting to get unbearable. Turning, I immediately banged into a table that I didn't see, sending some brushes clattering over each other. Whoops. I scooped them up and placed them in their original place before turning to the kitchen to find the fire extinguisher.

That’s when my life went sideways.

Literally.

One moment I was on my feet and the next I was on the ground with a bruise forming on my side and a battle cry echoing in my ears. Or maybe that was my own scream.

Twisting to see what the fuck just hit me, I froze, every thought in my head eddying out.

A woman just hit me.

A naked woman with wide blue eyes and a sword just hit me and knocked me on my ass.

“Fuck.” We both said.

She sounded absolutely mortified. At what, I didn’t know because she was beautiful. Her body was lithe but not skinny. Curves in all the right places but it was her face that was the true masterpiece.

Graceful cheekbones with adorable freckles sprinkled across. Blue eyes that could have been gray were stretched wide open along with a full mouth that was still parted in horror.

Oh, maybe she was mortified because she had just attacked someone with a sword while naked. And I was staring like a creep.

That mouth opened and closed, absolutely lost for words.

“Your landlord let me in so I could inspect your fire extinguisher.” Really? That’s the first thing you say? Not ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘holy shit you’re beautiful’ or LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE?????

“Ah,” was all she said in response before disappearing back into what was probably her bedroom.

I almost blurted ‘come back’ but bit down on my tongue to keep the words from escaping. This woman just went through a traumatic experience and didn’t need me acting like a pervert.

Shock still made my limbs numb. Walking into a burning building? No problem. Rescuing a cat from a tree? Easy. Being knocked to the ground by a gorgeous woman with a sword? My inner weeb took control of my body and rendered me useless.

Either seconds or hours later, I still hadn’t moved from the ground when she reappeared, a pale blue robe now covering her and sword nowhere to be seen.

“Sorry about that, my landlord failed to inform me that they would be doing inspections,” gods even her voice was—stop that!

“I’m sorry,” came out as an accidental whisper, so I tried again louder with, “He told me that no one was home. I should have knocked.” No shit, Sherlock.

The woman grimaced, her lovely mouth turning down. “Yeah, he does that sometimes.”

The words exchanged finally shook the rest of my body from its state of shock and I was finally able to stand up. I watched as she scanned my body, reading the look on her face that seemed to be a mixture of appreciation and disbelief.

I blushed at the frank assessment, those blue eyes stripping me down to my core, and turned away. I lifted my hand and scratched the back of my neck. A nervous tick my mother was never able to stop.

“At least take me to dinner first,” I mumbled nearly under my breath, unable to stop the teasing words in hope to lighten the situation.

“Um, sorry?”

Probably for the best she didn’t actually hear me say that. “Where do you keep your fire extinguisher?” That was much safer territory.

“Oh, under the sink,” she led me to her kitchen and bent over to open up the door. My eyes immediately dropped to where the hem of her robe started to rise up before I forced myself to look away and retrieve the clipboard I had dropped. She’s already been through enough and doesn’t need you staring at her.

I knelt down and took out the fire extinguisher, letting the familiar motions of inspecting it calm my mind and hands.

Tick tick tick my pen made checkmarks down the list. Everything was in order for her’s, so I finished and stood up.

She met my eyes again and held my gaze.

They were spectacular. Not just blue, but the gray I saw before were flecks of it with a tiny hint of green near the pupil. Incredible.

She looked away before I did. I was done and I should have left but something held me there.

“Um, you have a good swing,” trying again to lighten the mood. She was able to put me on my ass with it.

“What? For a girl?” she nearly snapped out. Shit.

“Oh! Uh, no-no,” I stuttered, cursing myself for the stupid comment. “Just like, in general.” I scratched the back of my neck again. Failed again at trying to be normal.

“Oh,” was all she said, still looking away.

“I’m Rhysand, by the way,” might as well try to be friendly then.

“Feyre. I’m sorry again for… before,” looks like we both were struggling with normalcy but after what happened that was to be expected, I guess.

“For bringing me down with spectacular sword moves?”

She jumped, “Um, yeah.”

“Well, I promise not to tell anyone if you promise not to tell the others at the station, they’d never let me live it down.” Truth. Cas and Az would laugh at me all day and into the night and then bring it up every day after.

She snapped her head to look at me, her gaze searching. After a moment, a small grin twisted her mouth into something pretty, “I think I can promise that.”

I offered a smile of my own, and then watched her eyes flicker to my mouth and then away. Interesting.

“Well, I have a few more inspections to do, but I doubt they’ll be as exciting as this one.”

She laughed at that, looking surprised as the chuckle slipped out. It sent me laughing as well.

“No, they probably won’t be,” humor tingeing her voice finally.

Something not of my own volition had me pulling my card from my pocket and saying, “If you ever have any problems with your fire extinguisher, give me a call. And if you don’t…” my eyes sweeping over her body again, praying that I had read her looks from earlier right, “Give me a call anyways.”

She took the card, our fingers brushing and sending tingles up my arm.

“I’ll be sure to do that.”

I gave her an unrestrained smile and was glad to see that she returned the same.

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Summertime and Swords

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Chapter 1: Feyre

Summertime in Velaris was hot. Sweltering, humid, no relief to be found, hot.

Normally, the heat could be avoided by the air conditioning in every building, in every car, but this afternoon, my unit had decided to die out and I had no money to pay a repairman to come and fix it until Friday. So that meant sleeping naked with what little relief my ceiling fan can give me.

I had arrived home from an overnight guard shift at the gallery to an apartment that was well over 80 degrees. One look at my window unit told me that there was no way I could fix it myself. It had been working overtime against the summer heat and it shouldn’t have been a surprise to me that it decided to die right in the middle of the hot season.

Too tired to care until later, I stripped out of my polyester uniform, leaving it on the ground and collapsed onto my bed, kicking the sheets and covers completely off.

A sweaty, restless sleep soon claimed me, heat pressing in from every direction. Sweat soaked the sheet below me, matting down the hair on the nape of my neck. Somehow, despite the heat, darkness pulled me under.

Until the sound of a lock clicking open yanked me to consciousness.

My heart leaped into a thundering pound. Someone was breaking into my shitty, wrong side of town apartment.

I cursed myself for not investing in a stronger lock, something to keep out would-be intruders.

My bedroom door was closed, giving me a split second to decide.

My robe

or my sword.

Clattering on the other side of my wall drove me into action.

Grabbing the sword I had bought on a whim at a renaissance festival years ago (and had since kept by my bedside) I unsheathed it, letting the whine of steel fill me with courage.

With one final breath to steady me, I gripped the hilt in one hand and the door handle with the other.

No one fucks with my safety or my paintings.

I yanked the door open, a battle cry like those from the movie Sparta spilling from my lips, and used the momentum from the door to propel myself forward into the living room.

A large black and red shape was all I was able to take in before I swung my sword at them.

The intruder let out a yelp as it collided with their side, the dull edge (it was only for show, not actual killing) was as good as a battering ram that sent them to the floor.

I gripped the hilt with both hands now and raised the sword over my shoulder, ready to deliver another blow should the intruder try to attack me. I wasn’t the type of person to beat someone while they were clearly down but I would take no chances.

That was when the big lettering on the back of their shirt came into focus.

Velaris Fire Department

The fiery rage in my veins turned into a frigid sludge.

The frozen sludge turned into red hot embarrassment as the fireman looked up at me.

In all my sweaty, naked, panicked glory, he took me in with wide, violet eyes framed by black lashes.

His mouth was open in shock, stretching the skin along those Greek god-like cheekbones taut.

“Fuck.”

The word escaped our mouths at the same time.

Mine was one of horror.

His was one of… awe? Not anger like I expected. Or surprise which would have made sense.

Had I not been already flushed from the heat and adrenaline; I would have turned beet red at that sweeping gaze.

I don’t blame him for looking. He had just been attacked by a crazy, naked woman with a sword. Humans are just not meant to look away from train wrecks.

My mouth opened and closed with probably a good impression of a fish on dry land. 

“Your landlord let me in so I could inspect your fire extinguisher,” he said, still not breaking his gaze with me. The words were quiet, distant, like he was not trying to scare off a wounded animal.

“Ah.” Was all I managed before I promptly turned on my heel, walked into my room, and shut my door with a gentle click.

ALL YOU COULD SAY WAS ‘AH’. ANYTHING WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER THAN FUCKING ‘AH’.

I needed to go back out there and apologize. Apologize to the very nice, very attractive, fireman that was just trying to do his job before he got attacked by a naked, crazy lady. Every time I thought about it, the situation just became worse.

In the calmest manner I could muster, I returned the sword to its sheath and swung my robe over my shoulders.

Standing before the door that would make me face my mortification, I stuck my arms into the sleeves and firmly tied the waist closed.

As opposed to ripping the door open like before, I swung it open slowly, trying to be as non-threatening as I could. This poor man will have nightmares for months.

Stepping out, I could see he had not moved from the floor in the thirty seconds I had disappeared, shock still written across his features.

With as smooth and pleasant voice I could manage, I said, “Sorry about that, my landlord failed to inform me that they would be doing inspections.” The words felt stiff and formal in my mouth, but they were better than fucking ‘ah’.

The man whispered a small sounding, “I’m sorry,” and then slightly louder, “He told me that no one was home. I should have knocked.”

I grimaced. Typical of Gabe to not care or pay attention to his tenants. “Yeah, he does that sometimes.”

The man then got up from the floor. Before I had knocked him to the ground, all I could tell was that he was bigger than me. Now I could see that he stood well over six feet and outweighed me by almost fifty pounds of solid muscle. I had knocked this mass of a man to the ground with nothing than a cheap sword and my adrenaline. A man, who on a regular basis, probably walked into raging fires and back out again unscathed and carrying victims.

He must had read as much on my face because it was his turn to blush a deeper red and look away, scratching the back of his neck. He mumbled something I couldn’t hear before turning away.

“Um, sorry?”

“Where do you keep your fire extinguisher?”

“Oh,” I forced myself to walk on steady legs to my tiny kitchen, “Under the sink,” prying the small door open. I backed away, giving him the space to do the job he came here for.

The fireman had followed me and knelt on the ground in front of the cabinets. I watched from the corner of my eye. He pulled it out and fiddled with it for a few minutes, making checkmarks on the clipboard he brought with him and must have retrieved while my back was turned.

Those two minutes had to be the longest of my life, save for the seconds of what I have now dubbed The Incident.

When he was done, he replaced it and closed the cabinet, rising to his full height.

Up close, I could see that his eyes were a deep blue, not the original violet I thought they were, but they did have grayish-silver flecks in them.

I realized I was staring and averted my gaze. What happened today was enough embarrassment to last me a month. A year. The rest of my life.

“Um,” came from his mouth, “You have a good swing,” he mumbled.

“What? For a girl?” I couldn’t stop the barb escaping from my mouth. My shame was now turning into anger. Not at the poor fireman, but at my shitty landlord for not giving me a heads up.

“Oh! Uh, no—no,” he stuttered out, “Just like, in general.” He was now scratching the back of his neck again, looking away.

“Oh,” I said lamely. What else could I say to the hot fireman that I just beat the shit out of and gave him lifelong, psychological trauma?

“I’m Rhysand, by the way,” he offered a small piece of normalcy.

“Feyre. I’m sorry again for… before,” I couldn’t bring myself to say it.

“For bringing me down with spectacular sword moves?” a hint of humor entering his voice.

I jolted a bit at that, “Um, yeah.” I couldn’t look him in the eye. Just let me die here and now.

“Well, I promise not to tell anyone if you promise not to tell the others at the station, they’d never let me live it down.”

I swung my head back towards him, meeting his gaze. He was offering me an easy out, one I certainly hadn’t earned.

My mouth twisted into a wry grin, “I think I can promise that.” At the sight of my timid but friendly smile, he returned it with a quirk of his lips. My gaze flickered to them and then away, mentally cursing at myself for even daring a glance.

He must have registered the quick movement because the next words out of his mouth were, “Well, I have a few more inspections to do, but I doubt they’ll be as exciting as this one.”

Somehow, a chuckle burst from my chest, joined by his own.

“No, they probably won’t be.”

He then pulled a card from his chest pocket, offering it to me, “If you ever have any problems with your fire extinguisher, give me a call. And if you don’t…” his eyes swept over my robed body, “Give me a call anyways.”

I took the card with surprisingly steady fingers, his brushing mine.

“I’ll be sure to do that.”  

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On My Honor

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Chapter 11: Rhysand

I had forgotten out good it was to spar with Tamlin. By nature, I was not normally a petty man, but Tamlin practically begged to be put in his place with his horrible attitude. We had joined the army at about the same age and were even friends once. But once we started to rise through the ranks and win glory on the battlefield, he had changed for the worst. He became a man that took and took and took, causing his military career to stall at lieutenant while I continued to rise.

Therefore, anytime I was in his vicinity, I always took the time to remind him why we were where we were today.

Cas had no qualms watching me pummel him. Mor was only against it because if he needed healing afterward, that meant that he would have to spend time in her tent. Az had yet to say anything on the matter. Amren, well… Amren never said no to a little bit of bloodletting.

Even with three days of hard riding, I flew into camp with energy to spare, it practically whining to be used and let out.

It was good to see Cassian’s face again, even though I told him with a teasing tone. It had been a few weeks since I had seen him, but that was at the front, where it was purely for battle planning. Seeing him far from the front, where there wouldn’t be a bloody interruption to our conversations, was a minor blessing.

He looked well, and happy. Or as happy as anyone could be training recruits for the slaughter of the battlefield. It was always a harsh, but necessary, reminder of the weeks ahead. I had told Mor and Az of my suspicion that the end of the war was coming, one way or another. They both absorbed my prediction with quiet, not even thinking to question me. We had all been together so long that they knew how accurate I could be. In lighter times, Mor joked that I should run away from the army and join up with a traveling circus as their oracle.

I would tell Cas later of my suspicion, but first, it was time to kick Tamlin’s ass to the dirt.

I scanned the camp, nodding to two soldiers that lingered on the edge of the main road through it, no doubt wanting to see the general of the army. One was taller with fair skin and hair, the other was on the shorter side, brown hair with streaks of gold was escaping from the bun at the nape of his neck. Both looked to not even be 20 yet, explaining their round features. The shorter one averted his gaze at my nod, causing the corner of my mouth to quirk up. They were probably not used to being acknowledged, more used to being yelled at.

Cassian had called out to two of the recruits, pausing their retreat. As we neared, I could pick out their features more. The shorter one drew my interest. He had blue eyes that looked almost gray in the light with full lips.

Pretty, for a boy.

“General Knight is in the sparring mood, what are the chances that your lieutenant would oblige him?”

“Low, sir, if he hasn’t eaten recently,” the shorter one replied. Pretty with a sense of humor, it seemed. I burst out laughing, something I could rarely do these days. Mor outright cackled at the comment and a glance at Az revealed he had a small smile on his face. I wondered if the soldier knew how rare that smile was and what they had accomplished.

“Perfect, lead the way soldier,” I cursed myself for not knowing their name, but Cas hadn’t specified which was Archeron and which was Haywood. Later, I would have to find out their name later. Instead, I spent the walk quickly catching up with Cas on any updates in training.

A minute or so later, we arrived at where Tamlin was running drills with his recruits. Hand-to-hand, a perfect excuse for me to ask for a sparring match. After convincing him, I turned to Mor. “Hold my jacket and shirt for me, will you? Don’t want to get it dirty.” She rolled her eyes while stifling a laugh.

“Try not to show off too much, we don’t need any lovesick recruits stalking you around the camp. Again.”

“No promises, cousin.” Sure, it was true that I didn’t want to get my general’s jacket and shirt dirty, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t want to show off a bit. I had to take my chances while I could to feed my ego.

It took all my willpower to not glance at the soldier from before as I walked into the ring, making sure I wanted them to have a good view of the fight. Tamlin entered a second later and we both dropped into defensive stances.

Same ‘ol Tamlin, I noted he moved the exact same way as always, leaving a tiny window open on his right side. He just never learns.

A cock of my head had Tamlin leaping forward, his classic left punch coming for my face. Ah ah ah, I easily blocked and twisted under his blow, countering with my own right hook to his ribs.

Tamlin took the blow and stepped forward with a kick, but as always, his kicks left his face unguarded. Usually on the battlefield, he was too quick for anyone to notice, but years of training let me see each and every weakness. Catching his leg, I used it to spin myself inwards, slamming my elbow into his stomach before snapping it up into his jaw. That move alone would have downed a lesser man. Tamlin just staggered back, ending the swift first round.

Cas called out his jeer, causing Tamlin’s eyes to only unfocus more, becoming almost feral.

This time, I sprung forward first, moving through punches and kicks and blocks like it was easy as breathing. I could have ended the round sooner but where would be the fun in that? Ten minutes seemed a fair amount of time to thoroughly humiliate Tamlin and put on a show for the soldiers. Knowing his teaching tactics, they probably needed the break and morale boost from seeing me kick his ass.

By the end of the fight, a crowd had gathered, shouts nearly drowning out our pants as I finally put Tamlin to the ground and pinned him with a knee.

Because I still needed to play the part of general, I offered him a hand up, which he took and released as soon as he was up.

I turned to where Mor was, spotting the soldier from before. I briefly pinned him with my gaze, holding his stare until he shifted away, his blush deepening. Interesting.

I moved past the soldier, allowing myself one more glance before retrieving my jacket and shirt from Mor.

“Thank you for not pummeling him too much, now I don’t have to watch him sulk in the healers’ tent,” she said as we started to walk away.

“I live to serve, cousin,” giving her a mocking bow that earned another eye roll. Cassian came up behind me, “Good fight! Although I could have done with a little more blood, it’s a good thing Amren wasn’t here or she’d be chewing you out for Tamlin being able to walk away.”

I shook my head at Cas. He was right about Amren not being here, for a lady of Velaris, she was surprisingly bloodthirsty.

Steeling myself for my question, I tried to force a casual tone. “Who were those soldiers from before?” Keeping my face carefully light and my gaze steady ahead.

Thankfully, Cassian was still too focused on the fight to ascertain my motive. “Flynn Archeron was the shorter one and Adam Haywood was the other. They’re both on my archery squad.”

Perfect opportunity, “How’s that going? Are they all getting into shape?” Cas loved to talk about his special projects, and this was an easy way to learn more about Flynn.

After all, I was a general of the army and I needed to keep an eye on all important future plans.

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Let him nap

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