Okay I’m doing something probably no one asked for.... a werewolf Throne of Glass AU....
Side note: I am also working on Light as Air (which is my Fenrys post Kingdom of Ash fanfic, it on my masterlist if anyone wants to read it) and hopefully chapter 7 will be out within the next week or two :)
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Summary:
Aelin was just a normal 17 year old girl, well a normal 17 year old wolf, well a normal 17 year old, daughter of the alpha, wolf. That all changed after one night at the Red Moon Bar with a mysterious stranger.
Fast forward six years, Aelin is back home in Virginia, after being banished to her grandmothers pack in New York. With her father becoming ill and being their only child, Aelin must step up for the good of her pack, but does she want to be part of a family that shamed her? Does she really want to help the parents that sent her away? And does she really want to bring her son into the mess she left behind?
Chapter 1:
It had been six years, but I still knew the drive like the back of my hand. Speeding down the highway was second nature and I couldn't help the rightness of the familiar landscape. Memories of sneaking out for midnight runs and summer swims with my friends, all swarmed my head. It was like I was 17 again, and everything was normal and easy.
"Momma, are we almost there yet?"
My thoughts of the old normal was abruptly stopped by the words of my new normal.
Taking a peek at the white haired kid in the back seat, I couldn't help but smile. His tanned skin all but glowed in the sun, which made his locks seem more silver and even more noticeable, but his eyes are what caught everyones attention. His eyes were the only feature he got from me, the turquoise blue color that was ringed with gold. Those eyes were a staple in my family going back centuries, and it also meant that with one look at my eyes, anyone and everyone knew exactly who I was, and who I belonged to.
I only hid those eyes once, and it ended up changing my entire life. Visions of the past floated forward, but forced them away and grounded out an answer to my son's question.
"5 more minutes buddy," I promised him. He was getting more excited the closer we got, but I was getting more anxious.
I didn't want to go back yet, I didn't want to deal with the stares and the judgment.
We were only 2 minutes away when I passed by a familiar shopping center, with my favorite old, beat-up, yellow bug sitting in the parking lot.
My lips grew into a grin and I abruptly turned, an idea already forming in my mind. A car honked at me from behind, but I was already parking in the spot next to Bumblebee.
"Hey little buddy, 2hat do you think about getting some ice cream before going to see Nana and Papa?" The screaming in the back seat was a clear enough answer.
I undid the seat belt, grabbed my purse, and climbed out of the Honda CRV. I found my son was already standing outside of the car, jumping up and down with excitement.
"Can I get a double scoop? Pleaseeeeeee!" I couldn't say to no when he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, repeatedly singing please's.
"Okay, okay," I responded while patting his head, trying to tame his crazy hair that always seemed to stand up straight. "On one condition."
He looked up at me expectedly.
"If Nana and Papa ask you, I only let you have one scoop."
"Deal!"
With a smile he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the white ice cream shop.
Snow Pups was a wolf run business and my best friend, Elide, worked there every day, or at least she had. The shop had seen better days. The paint was flaking and the only the S and W on the sign were actually lit up. It was a small place, with an awning over the ordering and serving window. The awning had rips and its red coloring had faded to a light pink.
I could remember when this place had been pristine and no one would miss the specials, but that all changed 10 years ago. A shudder went through me as I thought back to the large scale hunter attack and the fires that raged that night. The pack lost many people that day, and Elide had to bury both of her parents. The care of Snow Pups went to Elide's uncle, Vernon. Terrible was too light a word for how horrible that man was, but he also became Elide's legal guardian. The guardianship didn’t take long to turn into something much worse, and Vernon treated Elide more like a servant than a niece.
Within the pack, a small group of traditionalists, who preached about conserving strong bloodlines, had discriminated against those in the community who were born without a wolf. Many years ago, these individuals, who were almost completely human, were shunned and lived short, mateless lives. Regulations were created, beatings were inflicted, and many decided to leave the pack completely to become part of the "real” world. Under my parents leadership, laws against mating with these individuals were abolished, beatings were punishable by death, and anyone could leave if it was of their free will. It was probably the only thing I admired about the couple, but they didn’t do it because they cared, they did it because of the lessoning population within the pack. But, people learned and realized that even the strongest, most prevalent families could produce a human, and a human could give birth to a wolf. Vernon did not believe this was true, him and his group believed that only the weak could produce such an offspring. Such an offspring like Elide, who was born wolfless.
Guilt flared while I thought about the abuse and torment that Elide faced at the hands of her uncle and how I wasn't able to say goodbye to her. All my parents allowed me was a letter. A letter that didn't explain much, and I wasn't even sure it was given to her.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
Looking up, picnic tables and benches were spread across the lawn and I recognized most of the people there. Anger rose in me when I realized they were staring. Their beady eyes going back and forth from me to my son.
With my head down, I went right up to the ordering window. Taking a deep breath I looked up to find a boy with shaggy black hair reading a book at the counter.
With a startled intake of breath, the boy finally tore his gaze from the pages in front of him. His eyes widened in shock as his gaze finally collied with mine.
The book went crashing to the ground and Dorian stood up so fast that the chair was knocked over as well.
"Aelin is that really you?" Suddenly he was gone, and I felt my heart fall to my stomach.
Is he really that disgusted by me? What did my parents tell everyone?
A flash of movement in the corner of my eye had me turning slightly.
"OH!" I made a noise when arms went around my waist and I found myself floating off the ground. Laughing as he turned me around in a circle, Dorian shouted, "I can't believe you're home!"
He finally stopped moving and put my feet back on the ground, but left his hands around my waist. I finally had a chance to look up into the beautiful piercing sapphire eyes, surrounded by long elegant lashes. Eyes that I drooled over once upon a time. Finally regaining my composure, I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him close.
I whispered in his ear, "I missed you." Tears silently running down my face. After a moment we parted and he reached down to wipe a stray tear from my cheek.
"I- arghh!" Dorian's words were cut off with a moan of his own making. Movement below caught my attention.
All I saw was a blur of white, unable to stop the multiple punches to Dorian's groin area.
"Kaden! What are you doing?!" I shrieked at my son as I grabbed for his middle.
He gazed up at me, forehead wrinkled in anger and confusion.
"He made you cry momma." The little terror started toward Dorian again, but my arms were like iron keeping him in place.
Bending down, and trying hard to fight the smile that was starting to sprout, I said, "I promise these are happy tears sweetheart. Your momma hasn't seen her friend in a very long time and I was so excited I cried." He seemed perplexed at the answer.
"You cried cause you are happy?"
"Yes exactly."
I gave him a quick peck on the cheek and turned back toward my injured friend. He didn't look to worse for wear.
"Dorian how are you holding up after getting beat up by a 5 year old?"
Finally standing up straight, Dorian glared and said, "Why did I miss you again?"
I snorted and decided introductions were in order.
"Kaden this is momma's old friend, Dorian." The boy still looked nervous so I continued, "Dorian this is my son, Kaden."
He must not have heard Kaden and I talking before, because his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised to his hairline. He sputtered out a, "W-w-what?"
I sent him a look, pleading for him to not make this a big deal, and he quickly got the messaged and composed himself.
"It's very nice to meet you Kaden. If you ever want to hear embarrassing stories about your mom, I'm the one you come to."
"Actually I think that I would be the better person for that job."
A light feminine voice filled the air and I held my breath. Slowly I turned toward the shop and standing outside of the side door was a petite dark haired beauty. The curled chocolate locks were held back in a high pony tale, making the curves of her face more pronounce and in the midday sun her eyes were a glowing black. Even with the high neck top she wore, she couldn't hide the now healed, but obviously discolored skin. I knew that the burns had covered her entire back, half of her right arm, and the right side of her neck, but it seemed she still liked to wear long sleeves to cover up the scars. The hunters had set fire to her home, and I almost lost her that day.
A whimper came out of my mouth and Elide's eyes filled with tears. We ran at each other and embraced. Sobs both racking through our bodies, we clung to each other. The full weight of missing my best friend hit me and I couldn't have let go if I tried.
After several minutes we both finally calmed down enough to part from each other. With a sniffle, and without another word to me, Elide started toward Kaden and dropped to her knees in front of my little boy.
"Hi," Elide started with a breathtaking smile that made everyone instantly fall in love with her. "I know you don't know me, but I have loved you from the day I found out you were alive. Your mom told me a long time ago I was a godmother, and if you would like you can call me Aunt Elide."
The little boy looked absolutely smitten with Elide, and gave her a toothy grin and nodded.
The mention of the letter I left her brought a third round of tears to my eyes.
My hands shook watching the whole interaction, and I raised one to cover my mouth, trying to catch the sobs. Dorian had moved next me and draped an arm around my shoulders. I loved him for weighing me down in that moment.
It was that moment that I realized the amount of love that Kaden would receive here. Not from my blood family, but my made family, all of whom I would hopefully see soon.
And with a steely resolve, I knew that I would do whatever it took to make sure that he could stay here and have a life. Even if it meant doing my parents bidding and facing the memories of him. The him that still haunted my dreams. The him that I would probably never see again.
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Elide took it upon herself to let Kaden try every single flavor of ice cream that Snow Pups had. His favorite turned out to be mint chocolate chip, but it took 12 other flavors to find this out. The sugar rush was insane.
A young teenage couple came to relieve Dorian and Elide from work, so we decided to sit on the bench outside of the shop. Currently I was watching Dorian chase my little boy around the parking lot, which was starting to darken with the sun slowly lowering in the sky.
"I hope you forgive me for the hyper boy I created," Elide poked me in the shoulder, shaking me out of my staring.
I laughed and said, "I'll forgive you when he crashes in about 10 minutes."
"Lin," her voice was quiet enough that I fully turned to face her, and the use of my childhood nickname gave me a warm feeling in my stomach.
"Lin I'm so sorry," Elide's lower lip wobbled as she spoke.
"What on earth could you be sorry for El?" I questioned just as quietly.
"I should have found a way to keep in touch with you or forced your parents to tell me where you were. I was so afraid of what my uncle would do to me if I angered the alpha and luna, but that's no excuse-"
"No," I quickly cut her off. "I should be the one apologizing to you." I took a deep breath and sighed. "My parents gave me an hour to pack my things and get past the pack borders, and I spent 15 minutes arguing with them, crying, trying to get them to change their minds. I should have used those minutes to find you and explain, better than a two sentence letter."
She grabbed my hand as I continued. "My grandmother gave me a phone, I could have called you."
She let go of my hand suddenly, dropping it like my skin burned her. I looked up at her through my lashes, feeling extremely ashamed.
"What the hell Aelin!" The hurt on her face clear as day. Her hurt also came through in the use of my full name, that she never used.
"El it's really complicated, so much happened that I can't even begin to explain. I wouldn't even know where to start." I tried to implore her to understand, but she just shook her head. Her dark eyes bore into mine.
"You don't need to give me all the details, but at least explain why you wouldn't call or text me that you were okay. I deserve at least that much. All I got was a note that said, Elide, I love you so much my sister, I know I will see you again and I know you will be the best godmother in the world."
I flinched.
She memorized it.
She memorized the sorry excuse for a letter that I wrote for her.
She deserved the whole truth, but I wasn't sure I could give it all to her right now, so I settled with a little bit more than the bare minimum.
"The first year I was gone my grandmother didn't have any technology at all, I was surprised when she let me go to the hospital to give birth," I let out a short laugh. "The only contact I had was with her and..."
"And what?"
"And the letters that my parents sent to me."
Shock crossed her features and I knew why. My parents weren't the type of send their darling daughter love letters explaining how much they missed her, not even close. I knew Elide was afraid to ask what was in them, so I explained as little as possible.
"The letters basically explained how much of a disappointment I was, and how they were better without me, how the pack was better without me."
I rubbed my arms with my hands, the deep cold setting in. The damage from those letters would never be undone.
"I'm not sure why I read them, but I always held a sliver of hope that one day they would ask about Kaden or even ask about me. So I read every single one, every single one of the 213 letters that I got."
Elide now looked alarmed at whatever my face held, and I could feel my wolf coming to the surface with the need to protect.
I continued anyways, "The worst part of those letters was when they talked about you. There was letters about Dorian, Lys, and even Aedion, but yours were by far the worst. They told me that you were thriving without me, that I was only holding you back from reaching your full potential. They told me things I can never repeat, but the themes were always that I was dirt and everyone was happy I was gone."
I sighed and gazed at my son, who was now weaving in and out of parked cars, this last part was going to be the worst to explain. "At first I told myself they were lying, that we were sisters and you could never say the awful things that they wrote to me. I told myself that over and over again, but overtime I started to believe them. When my grandmother finally allowed me to buy a cell phone, I saved your number in my contacts. You have no idea how many times that I stared at the call button, but I couldn't bring myself to ruin the happiness that my parents so vividly explained you were living. I'm so sorry Elide, I shouldn't have ever believed them, and when I saw your face today I knew that I should have called you the minute I was able to."
I put my face in my hands, too afraid to look at Elide's face, afraid of what I would find. After a minute of agony, I felt two small hands move my arms.
She was kneeling in front of me, with tears running down her face. "No matter what happens, or how long we are apart, you, now and always, will be my sister. Our bond is thicker than blood, and we both know that biological family means nothing. I love you and we could not talk for 20 years and I would still love you."
The words were exactly what I needed to hear. "Let not do this ever again, let alone for 20 years." I said through my ugly sobs. A breathtaking smile lit her face up.
"Hey Lin!" I gazed up at Dorian, who was holding my passed out 5 year old in his arms. I laughed and told Dorian to put him in his car seat. We all walked toward my car, Elide and I hand in hand, unwilling to let go of each other. When Dante was finished, I strapped Kaden in and placed a kiss on his forehead. Closing the car door as quietly as possible, I then turned toward my friends.
"I was supposed meet my parents hours ago, so I probably should get going." The full weight of going to the pack house hit me.
"We get off at 11:00 tonight, because it's a Friday, but why don't you come back and we can all go to the diner like we used to? I can call Lys, but some stuff has been happening with her..." Memories upon memories came back at Elide's question. A small smile came to my lips as I nodded my head to agree, but the smile quickly left as I analyzed the unfinished statement she had made. With a quick shake of her head, I knew I shouldn't ask yet, Dorian wouldn’t even meet my eyes. I would have to learn more about Lysandra later, and I also noticed the tired eyes of my two closest friend. A deep tired, that I then realized was a product of the 5 years I had missed.
What happened to my real family while I was gone?
After a moment of awkwardness and tension, they both gave me hugs, Elide's slightly longer than Dorian's. Saying goodbye was harder now that I felt the weight of all the time and memories I was absent for. And all the time and memories I had made without them.
What will they say when they realized all I have done?
Finally, getting into the drivers seat of my car, I picked up my phone that I had conveniently left in the center console. Taking a deep breath I opened it and saw several missed calls and texts from my parents. All of them threatening and all of them commanding me to get to the pack house. I knew I would have to face the music soon, so I slowly backed out of my parking space and started the short drive to my worst nightmare.
The alpha and luna were waiting for me and they were out for blood.
I’m just thinking about how Ben Barnes performance is so good because he actually took it seriously. I feel like it’s so easy for men who act in these teen romance adaptations to completely dismiss the story and it’s value. Like even though I love Robert Pattinson in Twilight, he hated the books. And even if that isn’t obvious in his performance, it’s still there. Ben Barnes clearly mined that text and fully understood everything about the Darkling and it shows every time he’s on screen. This man is the new standard and that’s why his performance is one of the best that’s ever existed in an adapted work.
Day 4 -> Favourite Quote (more like favourite paragraphs oops:'))
“His breathing rattled in his chest. A death rattle. She bent over him, inhaling his scent, the strength in him. And then she said it—the three words that meant more than anything. She whispered them into his ear, sending them with all she had left in her.”
[..]
“Hunt hissed to Bryce through his gritted teeth, thunder cracking above him, “I heard what you said.” Pump, pump, pump went his powerful arms. “What you waited to admit until I was almost dead, you fucking coward.” His lightning surged into her, sending her body arcing off the ground as he tried to jump-start her heart. He snarled in her ear, “Now come say it to my face.”
Sarah J. Maas. “House of Earth and Blood (Crescent City).
"say it to my face you fucking coward" has got to be my most favourite love confessions of all time.
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Summary:
In the aftermath of Kingdom of Ash, Fenrys finds himself connected with a mysteriously powerful fae female. With the confusion of her past and vast amount of power, the Aelin’s court becomes weary of Fenrys’s involvement.
Fenrys is still reeling after Connall’s death and while joining Aelin’s court has been a dream, his nightmares are still plagued by Maeve.
Vel will do anything to get the help she needs, but her past controls her emotions, and her hopes for the future clouds her judgement.
Maybe together they can mend what has been broken, but Vel’s strange origins will continue to keep them apart.
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Chapter 6:
Vel felt strange wearing clothes that actually fit her.
After falling asleep immediately, with one less pillow on the bed, she woke up to a plate of food sitting on a new table along with a wooden chair. The table was placed in-between the two window, which had a beautiful view of the mountains. The food was amazing, bacon, eggs, and toast, which was better than anything she or her family had ever made. No matter the amount of cook books her father could find, cooking was never his or her strong suit.
Fenrys came to her at every meal, inviting her to join the royal court, and she fabricated reasons to deny every single time. She was surprised at her own creativity, but it became plainly obvious she was lying when her excuse at breakfast was that her stomach hurt, but he caught her doing pushups when he came with comfort food at lunch. He left the room in a huff and in the evening Fenrys had come back and all but threatened to throw her out of a window if she didn’t come down to the great hall for dinner. He also came with something new for her to wear and a comment about her own clothing being lost, which was utter bullshit.
Hence why she was wearing clothing that finally fit.
She felt more confident in the clothing, but she still fussed at the tan pants and black shirt, as Fenrys led her through the castles hallways.
“Why do you look so uncomfortable? Are the clothes not to your liking?” Fenrys must have noticed her pulling at the shirt.
“No no,” she huffed out a breath. For some reason she wanted to talk to him, to let him know why she was fidgeting. “Do you want me to be honest?”
“Always,” the sincerity in his voice was actually believable.
“I’ve never worn clothes that actually fit me,” she said quietly. The continued the walk in silence and when she finally had the nerve to look at him, he was already staring at her. He didn’t have a look of pity, which is what she was worried for, but one of pure curiosity.
“Well I’m sure the boys you met went crazy with you in ill-fitting clothes, so you probably saved yourself some riots,” he said with a cheeky grin.
She couldn’t help the snort that rose from her and the incredulous look. The truth was on her tongue. The fact that she had not met anyone outside of her family until a couple of years ago, or that she pretended she was a male for all of those outings. Come to think of it, her longest conversations with someone outside of her family, who knew she was a female, were with Fenrys. At that thought, which warmed her cheeks, she opted to stay silent.
Fenrys led her to a set of double doors and stopped. Not waiting for him, she took a deep breath and went to grip the handle, but Fenrys grabbed her wrist and turned her toward him. His lips were turned down and he seemed conflicted.
“I want you to know that the moment you want to leave, I will walk you back to your room. While this court is full of my family and friends, they are… opinionated,” he cringed slightly and Vel could tell that was the nicest word he could come up with. “Even with their extreme personalities you have at least one ally at all times. No matter who says what, I will always be in your corner to help and defend you.”
She was moved by his words and he still had a hold on her hand. As she stared at him, his face started to lighten and his thumb started to rub circles on the protruding misshapen bones of her hands. It was his lack of reaction that stirred her into a panic. She needed to keep him at arms length and never wanted to be seen as weak.
She forcibly removed her hand from his hold.
“I can defend myself,” she said and immediately regretted it. His small smile vanished.
“I know you can sweetheart, but you will be severely outnumbered in there.”
Then she found herself smirking, her face changing into the mask she wore so well. His eyes widened at whatever her face was expressing, but not even he knew the extent of her own training or what she was capable of when provoked.
“You know nothing.” She turned away from him and opened the double doors.
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Fenrys was more confused than ever. This female was a giant question mark. He had seen her scared, panicked, calm, confident, and he also had seen kindness, pain, sincerity, and empathy, but the female that just looked at him wasn’t any of those things. She looked almost ominous, with a viscous smirk and her eyes wandering to each person in the room. He didn’t even know her real name, but he knew that this act wasn’t real, she was playing the part she thought was required to survive.
Fenrys quickly followed her into the great hall. There was a large rectangular table in the center of the room, where every member of his court was now siting, except for Lorcan and Ren, who were both probably sulking somewhere. No one sat at the head, so the center of the table was very crowded. Aelin and Rowan sat the farthest away from the door and both halted their forks as Vel walked forward and suddenly stopped when she caught sight of Lysandra. The shifter was the lounging in her snow leopard form, purring, while being pet by Aedion. She was literally laying on the table. Fenrys was only glad that the shock of seeing Lysandra had taken the intense look off Vel’s face.
“Vel meet Lady Lysandra,” Fenrys said, while putting a hand on the small of her back. The cat inclined her head slightly and then went right back to her cat nap. “And the one petting her is Aedion,” Fenrys continued as they made their way toward an open seat. “You know Aelin and Rowan,” he nodded his head at the couple. Vel gave them a small smile, but it was gone within a second. She took a seat next to Elide, who introduced herself and started some small talk. Fenrys took that opportunity to make two plates of food for him and Vel. He grabbed chicken, vegetables, and bread. Taking the seat across from Vel, he slid the plate toward her. She murmured a thank you.
The room was filled with silence. The only sound was that of forks against plates and chewing. Fenrys didn’t know what to do. This court was many things, but quiet was not one of them.
Fenrys was about to open his mouth, to say what, he had no idea, but it was abruptly cut off by the door opening once more.
Lorcan walked through and halted only a foot inside the room. His eyes were wide and wildly moving between Elide and Vel.
“Why in the hell is that female sitting next to Elide?” He spat out the word female, and Fenrys body heat spiked at the tone.
“Where did you want her to sit Lorcan?” Aelin asked with her brows raised.
“Preferably in a cell,” he said quietly, never taking his eyes off Vel.
Fenrys almost started in on him until he saw Vel. She was sitting at her seat, and still eating her food, completely ignoring Lorcan in his entirety. She must have felt Fen’s eyes, because she finally looked up from her plate.
His gaze must have held only questions, because she said, “What? I don’t respond well to stupidity.”
Silence filled the room again, and Fenrys was sure the room had not felt this type of atmosphere since the end of the war. It wasn’t until Elide, Elide, started to chuckle that the tension broke.
She gazed lovingly at her future husband and said, “She’s got you there Lor.”
Lorcan didn’t look amused as he moved forward to sit on Elide’s other side. He stopped only slightly as he passed Vel. Fenrys could barely make out what he said.
“You even touch her and I will fucking kill you.”
Vel did react to that. Her whole body went stiff and she halted her chewing. Fenrys’s fear for what she would do overcame his anger toward Lorcan.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” Lorcan stopped dead in his tracks at Vel’s gravely words.
The whole room froze.
“What did you say?” Lorcan’s question came out as a growl. With a noise like that, Fenrys was left wondering how the male didn’t have an animal form.
“I said do not make promises or threats that you can’t fucking keep,” Vel answered, her dark eyes near glowing.
“Okay guys this is—”
Aedion’s reasoning was cut off by Aelin. “No. I want to see this play out.”
“Aelin!” Fenrys found himself shouting.
Vel and Lorcan were staring at each other. Lysandra looked like she was ready to pounce. Rowan and Aedion were giving Aelin a “what the fuck” gaze, and Elide seemed absolutely terrified.
One step from Lorcan was all it took for Vel. She was out of her seat faster than Fen had even seen anyone physically move. Fen found himself standing as well, trying to gauge the situation unfolding in front of him, but for some reason he wasn’t scared. He had this sudden sense that Vel could take care of herself, so the only emotion left was anger. Anger for how much of a fucking idiot Lorcan was.
Lorcan cocked his head to one side, scanned Vel’s body, and scoffed.
She stepped forward and clasped her hands behind her back. Walking toward one side, she all but floated to Lorcan’s left side. Vel circled him, giving him a wide girth, but circling him all the same. His cockiness was the only thing that allowed her to do this, and Fenrys felt like he was watching a vulture, stalking an animal that didn’t yet know it was about to die. She ended her walk back where she started.
It was then that she turned and gave Fenrys a mischievous grin. He got way to turned on by this.
“How do I say throughly unimpressive, so he will understand.” Fenrys felt his lips move upward into a huge smile. Her eyes sparkled at him.
Lorcan was fuming and started toward her. Vel quickly turned from Fen and then everything happened at once. Fenrys was flying across the table, Elide was jumping out of her seat, Rowan and Aedion had swords in their hands, Lysandra was back on her hunches ready to pounce. All the court members in that time period were rendered useless when Vel leaped into the air. Her arms were wrapped around Lorcan’s middle, propelling her legs behind him. Her whole body followed and suddenly in her movements to surround his body, her legs were closing around his throat. The momentum she had gained allowed her to throw the huge fae male to the ground, landing squarely on top of him. The fork she had been eating with was suddenly pressed to Lorcan throat. The court was standing, speechless around the two. Fenrys slowly moved toward Vel and whispered her name. She whipped her head to meet his gaze, she looked absolutely savage. Fenrys was instantly hard. A cough had her looking back at the male under her.
“Now let me explain something to you,” Vel sounded breathless. “I was able to pin you, in a matter of seconds, without the use of my magic. Now I know you will probably excuse this by being surprised, but I could do this again when you are fully prepared.” She removed the fork from his neck and gracefully spun and stood up.
Vel surveyed the members of the court, who all except Aelin, looked ready for battle. Aelin, of course, look absolutely delighted.
Fenrys had the sudden need to be at her side when she addressed the group, but he pulled on the urge. She obviously didn’t want or need his help, no matter how much he desired to give it.
Vel took a deep breath and Fenrys thought he felt a spike of her power, but it was quickly distinguished.
“I know that you do not know me, and some of you probably do not wish too,” she gave a pointed look at Lorcan, who had been joined on the floor by a kneeling Elide. “I’m not here to hurt anyone, but as I just demonstrated I can defend myself and will, without hesitation.”
The female turned toward Fenrys, looking at him under long black eyelashes. “I do not even know what I’m still doing here, but one word from you and I will go.”
Dread piled in the bottom of his stomach and he opened his mouth to say something along the lines of, fuck no you aren’t going anywhere, but he was cut off by his queen.
“Fuck no you aren’t leaving. Things were getting a little boring around here.” Fenrys grinned at Aelin, and it only grew as she continued. “You have to teach me that move so I can use it on Rowan,” she elbowed her husband playfully.
She walked forward and grabbed Vel’s arm pulling her toward the door, Vel looked over her shoulder with a look of both excitement and fear. Fenrys couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard Aelin whisper, in a voice she knew everyone could still hear, “When I say use it on Rowan, I mean in bed, so don’t be worried about the buzzards safety.”
I was scrolling thru some older posts on ur blog and now i have to ask - what was soapgate? sincerely, a fandom newbie.
It was...an absolute debacle. All you need to know is that in the summer of 2018, there was dick-shaped soap with a suction cup attached being sold as part of a YA subscription box. The box was ACOTAR themed and was also selling unlicensed fanfiction - and that’s the tip of the iceberg. If you actually want to learn more in detail, withcindy on youtube has a really funny video about the whole thing. TBH she explains it better than I ever could.
