“Look, it’s that guy who lost his parents!” Little Eugene Thompson and his friends snickered, pointing at Peter. Peter’s parents had just died, and he spent most of the time reading a corner or talking about Star Wars with another kid in the class named Ned.
But the only other person he was interested in was the one everyone else was scared of:
Felicia Hardy.
The little girl who was always taken to school in fancy cars by big men in suits. The little girl who wore puffy, pastel-colored dresses to school every day. The little girl who everyone thought was a spoiled brat.
But she wasn’t as mean as everyone thought she was.
“Hey, Peter!” He turned around and his cheeks tinted pink seeing Felicia Hardy running towards him. “Peter, my daddy told me about your parents, and I’m very really sorry about it. Granny and grandpa went to heaven last week too, so I sort-of kinda know how you feel.”
All Peter could do was nod and smile.
“Also, I saw you and your friend playing with Star Wars figurines so I asked my daddy to buy you a gift!” She handed him a small gift bag. Peter opened it and inside was a brand-new Lobot figurine that he’s been wanting to have for months.
“Woah, thanks, Felicia!” He pulled it out of the bag and examined it. “You didn’t have to do this!”
She smiled sheepishly. “It’s the least I could do for you.”
The honking from a large black car distracted the two, and Felicia turned to see one of her father’s men tapping his watch.
“Sowwy Peter, I got’s to go.” She hugged him and ran towards the car, leaving Peter blushing.
“Hey, Parker!” Flash yelled, his high-pitched voice destroying everyone’s eardrums. “Where’d you get that shirt? From a dumpster?” He and his stupid friends started laughing.
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. “No! My dad got this for me before he went on his business trip!”
“Well, it must’ve been a ‘sorry’ gift to say that he wasn’t gonna come back!” Tears spilled from Peter’s big brown eyes, rolling down his cheeks.
“Hey!” A familiar voice yelled, catching everyone’s attention. “At least Peter’s parents cared about him, unlike yours, who don’t even bother to go to parent career day!”
Flash’s cheeks turned bright red. He then let out a loud huff and strutted away, his friends following behind him.
Ned looked at the green-eyed girl in awe. “Woah, no one’s ever stood up against Flash before!”
“Eh, he’s nothing but a boy with anger issues.” She shrugged and took a seat beside the two of them. “What are you playing?”
“We’re assembling a Lego Millenium Falcon!” Ned clicked a small lego onto the base of the piece.
“Ooh, is that from Star Wars? I don’t really know much about it, my daddy said it’s violent and I’m not allowed to watch it…”
“Really? Star Wars isn't super violent, there’s not much blood because the lightsabers’ flashes cat-erize the wound so there isn’t any blood.”
Felicia giggled. “Dude, I think it’s ‘cauterize,’ not ‘cat-erize...’”
“Oh. Well y’know what I mean.”
“Well, can I still help? My daddy makes what he calls ‘building models’ for his ‘enter-prizes’ and sometimes I help him put them together.”
Ned handed her the small chunky manual. “Sure! We can’t understand the manual properly, there are so many letters and numbers..”
Felicia smiled. Whenever she asked the other girls in class if they wanted to play house with her, they would whisper amongst themselves and swiftly shake their heads. Whenever she sat on a table at lunchtime everyone on it would scatter away, like she had a disease.
For her, it felt nice to be included in something for once.
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2011, Midtown Public Elementary School
“Hey, Pete, do you have the homework from English yesterday?” Felicia took a seat beside her best friend. Over the past weeks, her dad had been picking her up from school earlier because they had a lot of business trips, so she missed some of her classes.
“Yeah, it’s just a book report for the book we had to read last week.”
She nodded, the bell rang for homeroom and the teacher entered the classroom. “Alright everybody, settle down. Today, we’ll be having tryouts for the junior basketball team and the cheerleading squad…”
Felicia was mindlessly scribbling on her journal, tuning out the talking around her. Ever since she was a little girl she’s been drawing everywhere and anytime. Back at the Hardy Manor, Walter spoiled his daughter with all sorts of materials for her. She wanted to study Fine Arts at NYU, but she wasn’t exactly sure whether her dad wanted her to, or if he wanted her to lead his company after he died.
That day would be closer than she thought.
“Ms. Hardy? You still with us?”
She snapped her head up, nodding.
“Well, try and act like it.” The teacher snapped, as the bell rang and everyone filed out of the classroom.
Before she knew it, it was already lunch. Felicia was sitting with Peter and Ned when she saw the principal talking to her father through the cafeteria door window.
“Uh, guys?” She put down her fork and slung her purse over her pastel purple dress. “I’ll be right back, I think I left something in the classroom.”
They nodded, oblivious to what Felicia was seeing. She pushed open the door quietly and hid behind a corner, so she could hear what they were talking about.
“... and I already told you, Mr. Hardy, the school is perfectly secure.”
“Fine. Then I will have no choice but to withdraw my daughter and all my donations from your school.”
Withdraw her? What the hell did that mean?
She heard the sound of footsteps fade away, so she retreated to the cafeteria to finish her lunch in silence. She couldn’t stop thinking about what she overheard. Why did her father doubt the school’s security?
“Licia, did you get your stuff?”
She snapped out of her daze and nodded quickly, giving him a thumbs-up. Peter shrugged and continued to talk to Ned.
The next class was Maths, and as per usual, Felicia wasn’t paying that much attention. A knock at the classroom door snapped her out of her daze. A young woman with a clipboard entered the classroom and cleared her throat.
The teacher capped her marker and addressed the person. “Excuse me, can I help you?”
“I’m here for Ms. Felicia Hardy.”
Felicia looked up and saw her father’s secretary by the door. “What are you doing here???” she mouthed at her, confused.
“Get in the car in five” was the reply that she got, so she groaned as quietly as she could and slung her bag over her shoulder. Once they arrived at her locker Felicia shoved her stuff in her bag while whispering, “What are you doing here?! Dad didn’t tell me about any business trips!”
“There isn’t any.”
“Then why are you here!” She whips around angrily, her long hair almost hitting Jenny in the face.
“Because he wants you home.”
Felicia groaned. “Does this have anything to do with ‘the school not being safe enough for me’ or whatever? Because as you can clearly see I’m perfectly fine!”
Not paying any attention to her question, Jenny flipped through her clipboard. “Come along, your father wants to discuss something with you at the manor.”
Fel didn’t even bother arguing at this point. She just rolled her eyes and followed Jenny to the car, crossing her arms angrily.
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“Dad!” As soon as Felicia entered the manor she threw her bag on the floor and stomped to her father’s office. The little girl loved her father, but sometimes she didn’t like the ’special treatment’ he always gave her.
Entering his office, Felicia slammed the door behind her. “Dad, didn’t I tell you to tell me a few days before there’s any traveling we have to do?”
“No, no, there’s no business trips, there’s just something I want to talk about.”
She took a seat in front of her father’s desk and gave him a glare that could kill.
Walter Hardy sighed, not knowing a safe way to break the news to his daughter. “Licia, me and your mother decided it would be a good idea if we hired someone to homeschool you.”
“Wh- what?!” She screamed, sitting up straight in her seat. “Dad, I told you I hate all the ‘special treatment’ stuff you’ve been giving-“
“Felicia, this isn’t about that, okay? Look, there are some things you’re too young to know, but this will keep you safe.” He cut her off, and she immediately knew that something was wrong. He wanted to tell her, but explaining that he was a criminal overlord and that some rival crime families were going to kill his daughter because of some simple miscalculations didn’t seem wise.
“I know it sucks, and I know you hate this ‘special treatment,’ but you are special. You’re special to me.”
She huffed, her breath making a stray strand of her pale hair blow off her face. “Ugh, alright dad. I guess it’s okay.”
Her father smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Thank you, Fel. Plus, you’ll finally be able to learn the stuff that’s actually at your level, and continue your MMA and gymnastics, like you’ve been asking.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes, trying to look uninterested.
Little did she know, her father was right. The things she would get into in the future would make her regret ever wanting to be like him.
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2016, Midtown School of Science and Technology
Peter Parker walked through the halls, bumping into someone on his way to the locker every now and then.
“Hey, Peter, did you see that video of Spiderman catching those burglars?” Ned popped up behind him with wide eyes.
“U-uh, yeah, but I’m pretty sure it’s fake, anyway.”
“Are you sure? Because it really looked like he…” Ned droned on, while Peter fixed his things.
“Woah, Peter is that-“ Ned elbowed Peter so hard that it hurt, even with his super-strength. “Peter!”
“Ned, what the hell do you want-“ He whipped around, and his jaw dropped. Strolling through the halls was none other than Felicia Sara Hardy.
But she wasn’t their Felicia.
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(a/n: this chapter is literally so bad im sorry also im not american we dont have lockers here what do people do with them anyways? also here's the link to this series' taglist! https://forms.gle/9TwiQik9tGsKR5KNA)
Everyone keeps talking about Dorian and Fenrys and I can see it but, for your consideration; AEDION AND FENRYS??
I wanted them to at least hook up but if they ended up together their energy would be UNMATCHED???
I adore Lysandra, but let's say Aedion's Fae lineage runs true and Aedion doesn't bind his life to hers.
So after she dies, Aedion is crushed, of course, and he will probably dedicate himself even more to Aelin and serving her. To distract him from his grief, Aelin will send him on various tasks to keep him occupied.
Considering Aedion was not at his best because of his grief, Aelin will send Fenrys with him to keep an eye on him.
After a while, it turns out Aedion and Fenrys actually work really well together, so they become sort of a "permanent duo" to dispatch on missions and assignments.
Together, they travel to distant kingdoms, continents and empires. They become extremly notorious - slaughtering any enemies in coold-blood, they became Aelin's assassins, thieves and spymasters - they do any dark dealings they need to keep their queen firmly on the throne.
Their faces are well known, so they keep to the shadows when they travel to carry out a mission - otherwise, their prey would be scared off and ran, and as much as they enjoy an occasional chase, they prefer matters to be settled swiftly, quietly and brutally.
They grow close on their travels and become lovers, killing their targets mercilessly and protecting each other fiercly.
Their latest mission was to dispatch some men who conspired against Aelin. They gather all the information they can, trailing the men around, bribing servants and breaking into houses, collecting paperwork. Then, when the moment is right, they slit all of the traitors' throaths and disappear into the night without a trace.
They are staying in some obscure taven right under everyone's nose, arrogantly, one street away from where they, yet again, wreaked havoc. They hear the soldiers outside, the whole city in an uproar, up looking for them, while they savagely rip off each other's clothes, their adrenaline from the kills still running high.
I give you the warrior-prince, the Wolf of the North Aedion Ashryver and the White Wolf of Doranelle, Fenrys Moonbeam. Two beautiful golden-haired warriors, both blood-sworn to the same queen, acting as her personal death-gods. You're welcome.
P.S., just some further evidence this might actually happen; Aedion is bi, and that is confirmed. And if Aelin is Fenrys' type, so is Aedion, he's just the male version of it.
As Rowan himself said; "Fenrys loved anything that was wild and beautiful, and to dangle Aelin before him … Maeve had known it was torture."
And as Elide had said; "Two sides of the same golden coin. Aelin. Aedion."
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