After the War: The White Wolf of Doranelle (Fenrys Moonbeam)

One Shot: Truth or Drink with the Gang

One shot: Just you'll see

(I may or may not have had fun with this)

"Since we are all here for the first time in ages," The Queen of Terrasen's declared as she walked into the grand living room with pristine couches and chairs circled around a coffee table. Everyone was scattered amongst the furniture, and some how miraculously planned together for the first anniversary of celebrating winning the war.

 Lysandra walked with her carrying several shot glasses stacked like a tower as Aelin said, "I think a game of Truth or Drink is in order."

Lorcan choked on the wine he was drinking, while the Witch Queen's eyes narrowed on Aelin.

"This seems like a bad idea on so many levels," Elide murmured, setting down her wine, her long hair sparkling in the fire light to the side, and Nesryn nodded her agreement.

"No, good idea," Fenrys said. "Very good. I have questions that I want to ask Rowan and Lorcan that they have been dodging for years."

Both of their eyes shot towards the White Wolf.

"I would like to say this was Aelin's idea," Lysandra said, setting down the shot glasses while Aelin out down the strong liquor. "But I do endorse it. So I hope none of you are too drunk yet."

Yrene said, patting her husband's cheek who was next to her on the couch, "Oh I think this one is."

"I am sober," Chaol cut in with a glare.

"You've had at least two glasses of wine by now," Dorian snorted, lounging on an adjacent couch.

"You know what you can be a father a of a loud, crying baby and see that you would want a drink," Chaol stated, which was fair.

"And what about  the pregnant people," Aedion asked, his eyes on Lysandra with the growing bump.

"Oh I will be getting cider," Lysandra smiled, plopping down next to her husband and leaning to his side.

"So the rest of us get crazy drunk you will be completely sane, yes," Sartaq confirmed.

A flash of white from the shifter. "I will be enjoying myself."

"Great so the majority rules in the vote—" Aelin started.

"There has been no vote," Manon cut in with a snake eye glare.

The heir of fire raised a brow, "you are about to be granted the opportunity to interrogate your husband on any women he has slept with including with all the other bastards here. Are you really about to pass this chance up?"

A gold eyes blink, then, "Fair point. Well my first question goes to the cadre," her eyes going to Fenrys, Lorcan and Rowan. "Have any of you ever slept with each?"

Fenrys bent over cackling while Lorcan muttered, "why is that the first thing that comes to your mind?"

"Because," Manon said, having heard him. "You're obviously straight as a stick of uncooked pasta, Whitethorn as well, but Fenrys..."

The Wolf grin was fully lupine, but said, "To sleep with either of those two bastards," Fenrys made a vomiting motion. Which caused Aelin to catapult a pillow at him. He said, "They're old as hell so I've never done it with them."

"But you two have done it with each other?" Dorian asked with raised eyebrows to Lorcan and Rowan.

"No," Lorcan growled lowly. "We haven't."

But Fenrys snorted, "Not with each other, just with a woman sandwiched in betwe—"

There was a gust of wind and Fenrys was choking on his own hair.