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abraxos-is-toothless · 4 years

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Undercover- Throne of Glass AU

The Prologue for my newest fic is here and I’m so excited for this. I have not decided on an update day for this so bare with me as Surprises is ongoing alongside this:)

I’ll give warnings as I go along but for now, there’s just a few swears in this.

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Rowan took a seat behind his desk after handing each member of his team their own stack of files, this was one of their biggest assignments they’d ever been given. Clearly they were all as shocked as he was since Fenrys spoke up;

“We’re seriously doing this? They want us to take down the biggest gang in London? This has been tried many, many times Ro, it’s always backfired.”

Lorcan, his second, scoffed at that “You forget who we are Fen. We’ve never failed an assignment before, and I refuse to let us start now.”

Half of London was owned by one Celaena Sardothien and her merry band of followers were known throughout the city as the ‘Assassins’. No one knew her real name of course, but her inner circle would though and that’s where Rowan wanted himself and his men to be within at least two months and he wanted to have torn apart their whole operation within six.

Connall was the next to speak, brow furrowed and face full of confusion “Our aliases have our own names on. Did they mess that up?”

“No, we’re going in with our own names but if they’re searched, it will come up with false information. I wish we were using something different; however, the last agents to go under fucked up and used the wrong name in front of people. He blew the whole mission so we have to be extra cautious this time boys.”

At this rate, he and he Cadre, some awful name someone had given them, would be doing everything in this goddamn agency. It seemed like everyone had forgotten every ounce of training they’d be give. Fucking useless, the lot of them. Vaughan was still sitting silently, reading and contemplating. Rowan knew that from now until they had to start their mission, Vaughan would study those files until he’d absorbed everything in that clever mind of his, tucking away weak points and weird little bits of information that seemed pointless but could be of use when in a dire situation.

This is why their team worked. He was the leader that made the hard decisions and kept them all safe out in the field. Lorcan was their muscle, would be the first to fight and defend, and would take a bullet for each of them in an instant. The twins were sneaky and cunning, the brains behind their most complicated plans. And then there was Gavriel, who had known Rowan since he was young, was there for advice and counsel, but had the combined talents of them all. Gavriel, the man who had now gone utterly still where he sat. Rowan knew the reason ever since he himself had read the files. Vaughan would soon realise, being the only other person who knew the secret, but he would not tell the others.

“Do you have any other questions?”

Four of them shook their head, Gavriel still did not move.

“Get your ugly faces out of my fucking sight then. You have three days to get yourselves sorted and then we’re out. Gav, stay here for minute please.”

He waited for the click of the door closing before he started speaking again, making sure that they could not be heard.

“You saw the file then I see.”

Gavriel nodded before bracing his elbows on his knees and putting his face in his hands.

“I know this is difficult, but I need you on this Gav. I need you by my side for this.”

The man who’d raised him after his father died, his role model, looked so broken it physically hurt Rowan to have to do this to him. Gavriel lifted his face from his hand and stood, back straight and head high.

“You’ll have no problems Ro, I swear it.”

“Good. You’re dismissed.”

The golden haired man bent his head in acknowledgment and turned to leave but just before he reached the door, Rowan spoke again.

“Aedion, he looks just like you. And with the nickname ‘Wolf of the North’ he’s definitely your son. I wish things could have been different for you, truly.”

Gavriel smiled, a soft and sad smile before whispering gently, “Yeah, me too.” And then he was gone.

Rowan turned back towards the open files on his desk and picked up the photo of ‘Celaena’ and smirked. She was just a spoiled brat given too much power that she thought made her untouchable. He would infiltrate that ring and her inner circle, he’d get close and then he’d tear her apart, destroying everything she loved.

The bitch would have no idea what hit her and Rowan could not wait to see her face when he put her in cuffs.

Your reign is over, Sardothien.

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abraxos-is-toothless · 4 years

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Undercover- Throne of Glass AU (1)

This was meant to go up Friday but my new laptop turned up late, and from now on the schedule should be a Thursday/Friday.

Warnings: Swearing and brief mentions of violence. I’ll update these as the story progresses.

Prologue.

Full Masterlist.

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Aelin couldn’t help but grin from as she watched her family bicker amongst themselves. They were in the house they all used for small gatherings including family dinner and movie night or for when they were waiting for new recruits to arrive, such as now. She was sat at the edge of the room in her window seat where she could see every exit and could have her eyes on every person in the room. Manon and Dorian were sparring in the middle of the room, neither one of them managing to keep the other down for very long before they were at each other’s throats once more.

Aedion and Lysandra were curled up on the loveseat together, the dark haired girl giggling at whatever her cousin had just whispered in her ear, which in turn made Aelin want to smile and gag at the same time. Elide was cleaning her gun as she sat on the floor between Ren’s legs as he braided the girls hair. And last but not least, Chaol was currently fussing over a pregnant Yrene who would bat his hands away and kept threatening to poison him if he didn’t stop.

The last group of muscle they had hired turned out to be undercovers that Aedion convinced her should be left alive, unfortunately, not to mention that they were absolutely fucking useless considering their backgrounds. This time around, Aelin allowed Elide to do the search because the girl was not only capable of killing a man twice her size in under a minute; she was also the biggest nerd and hacker amongst them. Her second in command had pulled through, and when she came to Aelin a few days ago to show her the files, she was told she could have whatever new knives she wanted for such an amazing find. The smaller girl had grinned that awful grin which even terrified Manon sometimes.

Everyone was on alert in a second at the sound of the doorbell and had moved into place by time it had stopped ringing through the house. Aelin was now seated behind her desk with her feet up and hands folded across her stomach.

Celaena Sardothien was present now.

The others were spread about the room, her cousin to her right and Elide to her left, while Lysandra went to greet the new recruits. It would have been Yrene once upon a time, but Celaena refused to let her when she told everyone about the baby. That was their one rule. You do not harm a child. And the gods fucking help you if you do.

Lys came back into the room and wiggled her brows at Celaena before moving to stand beside Ren at the back as five very tall, tanned and muscled men came through just behind her. The first to enter was the man she knew to be one Rowan Whitehorn, sporting an incredibly bored look, much like his second. Lorcan Salvaterre was right on his heels, followed closely by the rest of this little band of misfits. The twins, Fenrys and Connall, she remembered, were the only one with smiles on their faces. Mischievous was a correct description. Vaughan was quiet and looked quite shy on the outside, but she knew he was calculating and planning as he scanned the room and the people inside of it. The last to enter was Gavriel. She hadn’t noticed before, you can’t ever see things in photos, but as he stood before her now in the flesh, there was a familiarity about him that she couldn’t place exactly.

Celaena smirked, making an obvious show of looking them up and down as she spoke, “Gentlemen, welcome. It’s so lovely to finally meet you all.”

They all gave a short bow of their heads with a muttered “Miss Sardothien”.

Manon snorted at that and was promptly glared at when it didn’t go unnoticed by the men before her. The witch rolled her eyes and went back to looking at her nails as if she was entirely uninterested, yet she was the complete opposite.

“Please boys, ignore the formalities. You may call me Celaena,” each of them were clearly about to nod once more but she continued before they could, “if you can survive one little test.”

oOoOo

Rowan was now regretting this whole assignment. Sardothien was an entitled brat that clearly thought this whole thing was a god damned game. She was nineteen years old and had somehow inherited Rhoe Galathynius' empire. It would have made sense to go to Ashryver, being one of the only living relatives Rhoe had left. The whole thing was absurd if you asked him and he couldn’t wait until he and the Cadre had taken everything apart piece by piece.

He wouldn’t let her know how he felt so through gritted teeth he asked, “A test, Miss Sardothien?”

Celaena stood and walked around to the other side of her desk and leaned back against it, still smiling. Rowan didn’t think that he liked that smile which quite clearly said trouble was brewing.

“Yes Whitehorn, a test. Am I not allowed to test people who wish to work for me as I see fit?”

Fucking hell, if this carried on then the mission would be over faster than they expected because he had killed her. “Of course you are. I apologise if I made it sound otherwise.”

He received nothing other than a raised brow and quick once over.

Bitch.

“As I was saying before I was interrupted, if you pass this little test, you’re all hired. If not, well, you won’t be suited here.”

Holding back an eye roll at something as childish as a test, he conceded, “What test ma’am?”

“See how polite this one is Havilliard, why have you never called me ‘ma’am’?” she called out to one Dorian Havilliard, who Rowan knew to be Celaena’s mercy killer. He had the unfortunate job of killing one of their members if any of their injuries were too severe to treat. No matter what business they may be in, he felt for the man and hoped he’d never have to do such a thing for one of his own. He banished the thought when he heard Dorian scoff before her Royal Highness continued.

“If your second here can last at least five minutes in a sparring match against my own second, we have a deal.”

Lorcan, ever one to prove he was better than most, agreed before Rowan could say anything and that time he did roll his eyes.

“Done.” He sneered as he turned to the right of the woman to face Aedion and beckoned for him to come forward. Within seconds of that display the whole room began laughing and more importantly, Blackbeak full on cackled as she noticed their shocked faces. He realised why when a strong feminine voice full of mockery and laughter said;

“I’m over here sweetheart.”

He turned to see Elide Lochan in all her tiny glory, giving his second a smile that even sent shivers down his own spine. There wasn’t much about her in the file they had, just that she was an excellent techy and had disposed of her own Uncle after he tried to sell her off into some underground prostitution ring over in France. No wonder she was second in command when she was so inconspicuous. He should have guessed.

Rowan had barely any time to process the information before she moved faster than he could blink, landing a powerful left hook to Lorcan’s jaw which resulted in his ass meeting the floor.

oOoOo

Having a woman hand him his ass should not have turned Lorcan on, but by the gods it did.

She was a feisty little fireball and Lorcan hadn’t had such a tiring workout since that day six years ago when Whitehorn had nearly killed him and beat him black and blue. He had been an angry, hateful mess after the accident and no one could out last that icy rage for very long. So he had endured it full force until the silver haired had broken down in his arms.

Sardothien did indeed call time after what were a very long five minutes and the two of them were left panting and sweaty in the middle of the room, gazes locked. Lorcan wished it was a different activity that had left them that way.

Enough Salvaterre, you’re here to take them down. No fucking the enemy.

“I’m impressed. Nobody ever lasts even two against Elide, not even the Wolf over there.” The bitch queen jerked her thumb over her shoulder to where Ashryver was standing, who simply flipped her off. Many would have been killed by their bosses for such behaviour, but apparently everything worked differently here.

This was going to be difficult.

“Ren you shit stain, show them to their rooms. You’ll be on the first floor along with Manon, Dorian, Lys and Aedion. They’re very loud lovers so I hope you brought ear plugs with you.” She said it with a smile and wiggled her fingers in goodbye as they were ushered out of the room by a man with a scar on his face. Just before the door closed, Lorcan saw the swagger facade drop as Celaena fussed over her second, worry written on her face as she turned the dark haired woman’s face this way and that way.

Each individual room was pointed out to them by Ren as they passed, he didn’t look too happy to be given the job though. The twins were in the room closest to the stairs, next to them was Vaughan and Gavriel and then himself on his own followed by Rowan’s own closest to the next flight of stairs up. They stopped outside of Rowan’s room before they were allowed to disperse and were given a few ground rules as if they were dogs.

“Boss says you can use the ground floor as you wish; watch a movie, read a book or whatever. You are not to go up to the second floor with permission from Lochan or the Boss herself. Most of us have our own houses so we won’t all be here twenty for hours. The only permanent ones for now will be the Boss, Lochan, the Westfalls and myself. Any questions?”

They all shook their heads which was apparently deemed acceptable.

“Good. Take the day to get yourselves situated; we’re all having dinner at seven, if you can call it that. Don’t be late.”

He nodded before disappearing back down the stairs and Rowan addressed them now that they were alone.

“Get unpacked and sorted. I want you mingling to your heart’s content tonight, the faster they trust us, the faster their empire falls. Understood?”

They each murmured a “Yes Sir” before walking back to their own respective rooms and Fenrys and Connall went to the stairs to go get their bags from the car. Just before he could turn the handle to his room, he stopped when Rowan spoke again, all seriousness and a stern look.

“Oh and Lorcan? Keep your fucking dick out of tiny, short tempered ladies please. I will not allow us to fail because your hormones led you astray.”

Vaughan chuckled under his breath while Gavriel just shook his head, the twins already out of hearing distance, thank fuck.

A woman had never messed with his morals before and he certainly wasn’t going to let such a thing happen this time.

Not now and not ever.

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