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shadowriel · 18 hours
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The Blade of Your Tongue, Clashing Against Mine
I’m super excited to be posting another chapter of what I’m calling “villain Gwyn, down-bad Az.” Aka enemies to lovers (with an interesting twist). Hope it makes you as feral as I feel writing it xx
Summary: As general to Koschei's army, Gwyneth Berdara wields death with power. It's a choice she made after being rescued from Sangravah-to never be helpless again. Yet, her story rewrites itself when the Spymaster of the Night Court is captured as a prisoner of war and claims to be her mate.
Chapter 2: When All That’s Left is Ash
Read here on A03
Read a snippet below:
A low grumble stirs from the depths of the dungeons, reaching her ears along with a series of cacophonous shrieks. In this stretch of the winding stairway, where the walls narrow and sounds converge, Gwyn struggles to recall that she’d once loved listening to the world around her. That once, there had been joyous sounds. Whispered words in a library, tucked in the pages of well-worn books. Laughter interspersed with sharp intakes of breath. Lilting prayers sung with voices like birdsong and melodies held together with the fraying edges of hope.
Now, there is no joy in what she hears, only the sounds brought forth by the sharp edge of a knife. And the singular scream that drowns out her thoughts, even in the brief moments her body finds sleep.
Yet, today, something is different. Gwyn almost doesn't notice at first, the word repeated over and over, an echo working its way through the stone.
Shadowsinger, she hears the earth say, again and again. A premonition. A warning. In response, her hand finds the black blade fastened at her side. Her fingers tighten around its hilt. But—for a fleeting moment, she warms despite the chill of the air around her.
She hasn’t heard the name in years, since the rough rasp of Koschei’s voice whispered it to her in the darkness. When she’d been searching for any sliver of motivation to keep going, and he gave it to her in the form of promised vengeance.
She can still remember her trembling voice, asking for the identity of the man who’d killed her sister. It’s ingrained in her memories, the same as her final night in Sangravah. Yet, despite the clarity of that night’s events—of Catrin’s scream and a dark presence, wrapping her in his cloak—Gwyn hadn’t been able to remember who it had been that had taken a knife to her sister’s neck.
Then, Koschei had named the Shadowsinger.
And so, the Death-lord had saved her twice. Once, in Sangravah, and a second time, here in his territory, filling in any gaps in her memory as he visited her day after day, with a meal and an offer.
It hadn’t been long before she accepted it. It was a simple choice—to never be helpless, again. To make the Shadowsinger pay.
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the-new-ribbon · 16 hours
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I've Been Loving You For Quite Some Time (and it's about time we do something about it)
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synopsis: Gwyn Berdara and Azriel Night have been friends since their senior year of college. Years later they find themselves both working at Moonlight University. They've strictly stuck to being friends, but when they travel to Nesta and Cassian’s elopement, the last thing they ever expected was to wind up drunk and standing at the altar of a drive-thru wedding chapel.
word count: 1664
read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54767785
or below the cut.
Gwyn
The smell of luggage and coffee filled the Velaris airport. The chiming of the arrival and departure boards were white noise for Gwyn as she sat at Gate 30 with her nose in the latest Sellyn Drake novel. She knows she should be grading the essays for her Romantic Literature class, but she’s on vacation for the weekend and her best friend is getting married. The grades can wait.
Plus there’s Azriel sitting next to her and she knows she won’t be able to get any grading done with him there. His black button up shirt hugs his arms perfectly, the swirls of ink drawn on his arms and chest, even slightly on his neck drive her crazy. Especially when the whole ensemble is paired with those glasses. Round silver frames, rounder than glasses lots of other people in Velaris have. And they’re a thousand times sexier.
Flight 1456 with service to Adriata will be boarding in ten minutes. Again, Flight 1456 with service to Adriata will be boarding in ten minutes.
With that announcement, Gwyn tucks her bookmark (a white ribbon) into the spine of her book, luckily she just finished a chapter so it was the perfect stopping point. Though it wasn’t exactly like she was comprehending what she was reading, the thoughts of Azriel flooded her brain like a hurricane in the Summer Court side of Prythian.
“Az,” she whispers to the handsome man, one of her best friends, the best man in Nesta and Cassian’s wedding, and her crush. “You’re saving me a seat right?”
Unfortunately, Gwyn was in the middle of teaching about Pride and Prejudice and didn’t check into her flight soon enough and got stuck in the C boarding class while Az was in the A boarding class. And there’s a chance they won’t be sitting next to each other, even if Az tried to save her a seat.
Azriel looks up, “Actually, I upgraded both our tickets to first class.” he tells her, a small smile forming on his lips. “I thought it would be nice if we could sit together. Plus they have really good snacks.”
The flight was only a few hours but to see Azriel put in work to make sure she would be comfortable, it meant more to her than he would ever know. Warmth spreads across Gwyn’s face and she notices it on Azriel’s face too. Gwyn knows they’re just friends, but she also knows she has a giant crush on Az too. Could Az have a crush on her too?
No, no, why would he have a crush on her? There’s no reason or evidence that he would feel that way, at 
“You didn’t have to do that, Az. I would have been okay sitting by myself.” 
“Okay, that’s the key word, Berdara. You wouldn’t have been okay. Not only would you have gotten a middle seat, there would have been strange men on either side of you. Now, you get your own seat, fancy coffee, and a nice view.” of me, was something he chose not to say but Gwyn knew he was thinking it, she saw the glimmer in his eyes. It was always there when he said something that could be perceived as flirty. She also pretends not to notice the butterflies taking flight in her stomach. 
He takes a moment to push the glasses up his nose. The rings on his fingers glisten in the sunshine peeking through the floor to ceiling windows. She notices his throat bob as he swallows and he clears his throat when he turns to face her.
Did he catch her staring? But there’s no time to think about it because another chime rings through the gate drawing everyone’s attention.
Any first class passengers flying to Adriata, please line up at the desk, you’ll be boarding in just a moment.
“Alright, ready Berdara?” 
Azriel’s scarred hand slides across Gwyn’s back, goosebumps and sparks shoot across her body.  “Yeah, yeah.”
The weight of her teal bag weighs her shoulder down, a slight pain shooting down her arm. Azriel must have been able to tell because his ring covered fingers attached to those tattooed hands Gwyn stares at too much (though she’d never admit it outloud) reach out and grab the bag off her shoulder.
“Az, I can carry my bag.” Gwyn says, reaching to grab her bag away from him. “You already have yours, you don’t need to carry mine.”
“Gwyneth, let me be a gentleman and carry your bag. I know you have at least five books in there, plus all your clothes and toiletries.” there really wasn’t a reason to pack a huge suitcase for a two day trip, Gwyn thought, but now there’s a small tinge of regret bubbling in her chest.
Sparks fly in her chest at him saying her full name. She often hates when people call her Gwyneth, but there’s something about Azriel saying her name that makes butterflies take flight in her stomach and turns her knees wobbly. He also knows her way too well. She did in fact have five books in her bag. Though there was no way she would be able to read them all over the weekend, she liked that there was a variety in case she didn’t know what mood she’d be in – therefore affecting the genre or tropes she’ll want to read. 
“Azriel,” she says, mimicking the tone Az used just moments ago. “If I give you this, can I buy you a drink when we get to Adriata?”
There’s a spark in Azriel’s eye as he looks down at her, she crosses her arms over her chest, not backing down. She may not know it yet, but Azriel Singer would do anything for Gwyneth Berdara.
“Deal.” He holds out his right hand, waiting for her hand to grab his. A challenging look spreads across his face.
Gwyn’s hand slides into Az’s, and they try to ignore the glowing string they both feel, unaware the other feels it too.
She slides the bag off her shoulder, handing it over to him. The swirls of black ink poke out from the cuffs of his shirt. 
“Thank you,” she tells him. 
“Next!” the gate director says through the overhead speaker. Gwyn jumps and Az softly laughs as he places a hand on her lower back, and she leans in closer to him.
It’s romantic. Two friends in such close proximity, bodies brushing against one another and the warmth of Azriel’s hand on Gwyneth’s back. She wonders what the people around them are thinking. 
There’s a higher chance they’re minding their own business, the stress of a flight taking over their thoughts, and not the actions of two strangers in an airport on a Friday afternoon. But as Gwyn looks around as Azriel scans their tickets, she sees a few people looking at them.
Could it really be possible that they look like a couple to the outside world? Not just the imaginary life that constantly plays in Gwyn’s head.
The first class cabin has light blue, almost teal, lights illuminating the floor from under the seats which are separated by a small wall. Not like she would say it out loud or make any expression, but a small bit of disappointment hit her. What if she wanted to hold Az’s hand? There isn’t that option anymore. 
At least the flight was only a few hours.
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Azriel
Azriel tapped a small beat on the table in front of him. He could have been grading assignments for his computer science and security courses but like Gwyn, he’s now on vacation and could torture his students a little while longer by making them wait for their grades. He was not nearly as fun as Professor Gwyneth Berdara. Or as beautiful, or as smart.
Looking over the barrier, Azriel caught a glimpse of Gwyn with her nose stuck in the bodice ripper of a novel, the latest of award-winning Sellyn Drake.
The smile on her face is small enough that others around her might not notice but he does. He notices the way her cheek bones are slightly raised and notices the light pink on her cheeks.
What are you reading, Gwyneth?
He thought about taking the book from her and reading it. He knows plenty of things about Gwyn but taking this book would give him insight on what she likes, ways to help him show her he has feelings for her. This could be what is needed to get her to fall in love with me, Az thinks.
“Hey Gwyn,” he whispers once.
No response.
“Gwyn,” he says again.
Once again, no response.
“Gwyneth.”
“Azriel, if you don’t stop saying my name, I’m going to hit you with this book.” Gwyn’s eyes don’t leave the pages of her book. 
“Can I have one of your books to read, please?” 
That gets Gwyn’s attention. The book closes, nothing marking the page or spot where she stopped reading. “You want to read one of my books? I didn’t think a broody, mysterious man like yourself would be interested in romance books.’’
“Today I am looking to broaden my horizons when it comes to reading. And you are one of my very best friends so I know I can trust you.”
Azriel trusts her with more than just books. He trusts her with everything, and one day he hopes that she’ll accept his heart because she’s the only one he trusts enough to give it to.
“Sure.” She reaches down to her bag and grabs one of her books. Their fingers brush as he grabs the book and he feels his stomach drop. “I’ve read this one before so there’s some annotations and post-its in it in case I ever want to go back and reread some of my favorite scenes. Feel free to ignore them.”
Her favorite scenes are highlighted. This is perfect. 
Operation: It’s Time We Do Something About Our Love begins now.
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hlizr50 · 2 years
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Another drabble for my 600 follower celebration!
This lovely prompt came from @ofduskanddreams
She had conveniently just finished From Lukov with Love when I asked what she'd like to see in a drabble. So enjoy this little figure skating AU!!!
Prompt: Figure Skating AU (From Lukov with Love vibes)
Fandom: ACOTAR
Ship: Gwynriel
Word Count: 778 (a little long, but I couldn't help it!!)
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“Come on, Berdara.” Azriel was growing increasingly frustrated. “We have to start practicing lifts if we have any hope of being competitive this season. I’m not like that scrawny twerp. I won’t drop you.” The glare that landed on him was downright glacial. He could understand her hesitation where lifts were concerned. Everyone in the figure skating world knew about what had happened two years ago, on the national stage and televised for all to see. A fall from an overhead lift, headfirst into the ice. Bad didn’t even begin to cover it - she’d had to be taken off the ice on a stretcher, unconscious, and the ice had been resurfaced after the blood had been dealt with.
She and her partner had split soon after, which had also rocked the sport. They’d been the most successful American pair in the last thirty years. Fans and fellow skaters were thrilled that they would be able to contend for top honors at worlds - and even the Olympics - finally giving the Russians a run for their money.
But Gwyn had never stopped practicing, stubborn as she was, and he’d jumped at the opportunity to partner with her. Of course, it had been under the guise of giving her one last shot. That at the side of America’s new golden boy, the world would see that she wasn’t just another has-been whose career had been cut short by injury.
That had never been the point. The point was that Azriel wanted to skate with her because she was the best. And she was incredible, and determined, and sassy, and beautiful…
“I know you’re stronger than Blake was,” she muttered as she lowered her eyes and wrapped her arms around her middle. This wasn’t the Gwyneth Berdara he knew, and his stomach twisted with unease even as he began to argue.
“Then what’s your problem?” he spat.
“You wouldn’t understand,” she hissed, turning to stalk away from him.
“If you won’t let me lift you then I don’t see how you think we’re going to–”
“He dropped me, Azriel!” she shrieked, turning back to him. Her eyes glimmered with wetness and he sighed to himself, running his fingers through his unruly hair.
“I get it, Gwyn, but I won’t–”
“No you don’t. He didn’t just miss his grip. His toe pick didn’t catch on the ice.”
Azriel’s dark brows furrowed. “What are you saying, Gwyn?” The copper-haired beauty stood before him, a single tear making its way over the freckled apples of her cheeks.
“Blake came on to me before Nationals. He wanted to be a couple, and tried to gaslight me into believing that I’d been flirting with him and hitting on him. I told him I only wanted to be skating partners.” Those beautiful eyes, the color of a sunlit sea, fell to the floor as she tightened her grip on herself. “He was angry. And he lifted me into the air, and then let me go. He let me fall.”
Azriel tensed, lips pressed into a thin line. Disbelief had frozen him to the floor. “I… you can’t possibly mean…” He couldn’t finish the thought. It was too much.
“I tried to plead my case to the police - that he’d done it on purpose. It was all too easy for Blake to claim that his arm had just given out and he hadn’t reacted quickly enough. But… I saw his eyes, when I was falling, and the only thing there was cruelty.”
The air whooshed out of him, and he barely realized his feet were moving before he was in front of her, gripping her face between his calloused palms. Rage simmered in his blood, and he was afraid he looked crazed as he searched her expression. No untruths. No malice. Just resignation.
Blake had dropped her. Intentionally. And Azriel swore right there that Blake might just also end up with a head injury.
“I’m not him, Gwyn,” he whispered fiercely, pressing his lips to her brow before he could even think. “Fuck.” Azriel pulled her into his arms, squeezing her as if she might disappear. And she could have. She could have been dead, and it would have been at the hands of her partner. Someone she should have been able to trust with something so infinitely precious as her life.
“We’ll take it slow,” he murmured into her hair, combing errant fingers through the strands as he felt her arms wrap around him. “We’ll go at your speed. But you can trust me, baby. I will never, ever let you fall. Okay?”
Gwyn nodded against his chest, but he didn’t let go. He wouldn’t ever.
He couldn’t.
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ofduskanddreams · 2 years
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chapter 6: rhapsody
Summary:
Azriel joins Nesta and Cassian at a concert for the University of Velaris Chamber Chorale. Gwyn sings a solo and her dinner plans receive an unexpected upgrade.
Read the chapter here on ao3 and enjoy the excerpt below :)
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Her heels clacked against the polished stone floor as she made her way into the lobby with its dulled roar of conversations. Gwyn looked around the room, the bronze railing guarding the second level mezzanine, the glittering crystal chandeliers, the potted evergreens wrapped in garlands and hung with baubles. There were too many people milling about and chatting or congratulating the singers and she couldn’t see Nesta….
“Gwyn!”
She spun on her heel towards the sound of her name to see Nesta striding quickly through the crowd. Her friend was holding a bouquet of white lilies and didn’t give a second thought to crushing them as she pulled Gwyn into a hug.
“You were incredible! Why didn’t you tell me you had a solo? Nevermind that, how have I not known that you have the voice of an angel?”
Gwyn was blushing heavily at her friend’s praise as they separated. “Are those for me?” She asked, nodding towards the flowers.
Nesta looked down, her eyes widening as if she just remembered she was holding them.
A scarred hand snatched the bouquet from Nesta’s grip and held them out to Gwyn.
“Yes, they are.” A shiver ran through her at the intensity of Azriel’s gaze when she met it and took the bundle of lilies from his arms. “You have a beautiful voice, Gwyn.” 
read the entire chapter here.
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witchlingsandwyverns · 2 months
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Deep in my Gwynriel feels tonight
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Just thinking about ✨️them✨️
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lib-arts · 2 months
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🏎️ - Heart Racing
Gwyn and Az, modern¡au
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fanart for anewritter - fanfic: heart racing
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shadowsxgwynriel · 8 days
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@gwynrielweeksofficial - AU
I had the extreme pleasure of being able to work with the incredible @conebrain on this Gwynriel piece. I have been an admirer and fan for so long and this was such an amazing opportunity and definitely one of my biggest highlights in the fandom. We came up with a modern Little Red Riding Hood AU inspired piece and I hope that you all enjoy it. 🩵
And please be sure to check out @conebrain on Instagram
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A Wolf in the Woods
Summary: Gwyn has a secret that lives in the woods. One that’s all hers.
Word Count: 1.2K
Read on AO3
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velidewrites · 1 year
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Gwyn, texting: SKFJDKDK
Azriel: What is that
Gwyn: A keyboard smash
Azriel: How do I do that?
Gwyn: You just press any key
Azriel: 6
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vikingmagic33 · 8 days
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@gwynrielweeksofficial Modern Workplace AU with Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics for Gwynriel Weeks
Chapter 1 of Get Off is now up on AO3.
Link to Fic
Despite teasing from his brothers, Alpha Azriel swears he doesn’t need an omega to be happy. Until Gwyn storms into his office pissed off and glorious.
*rated for later chapters and safe for those triggered by pregnancy
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thebelladonnamoon · 8 months
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Hear me out... Secret intelligence agent Azriel (grumpy) having to consult with academic professor of languages Gwyn (sunshine) as they work together to break a language system used as code by a global terrorist organisation threatening to attack major world cities.
The only problem? He's down bad and now by recruiting her - there's a target on her back.
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princessyuwa · 2 months
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Gwyneth × Azriel Little Mermaid AU
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shadowriel · 3 months
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Every Sound Your Heart Makes
I’m so excited to share my secret Santa gift for @headcanonheadcase! This fic started with an idea for what I like to call “reverse Gilmore Girls” — with a grumpy single dad and a chatty, diner owner. So you can expect the Gwynriel we know and love in a cozy, heartfelt small town setting. I hope it’s everything you want for Christmas, and more!
Summary: It’s been six years since Azriel came back to his hometown, with his newborn daughter in tow. Six years since Gwyn moved away from whatever heartbreak she’d left behind in her previous life and opened up a diner in Starlight Grove.
Now, unable to resist the urge to help Gwyn, Azriel volunteers to design sets for their town’s Christmas musical. But what happens when the town grump and the woman he’s fallen for can no longer hold back from the inevitable?
Chapter 1: Coffee, Please
Read here on AO3
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Even steps lead him to where he finds himself most mornings for the simple reason that his days aren’t quite right without a cup of coffee… and his daily dose of Gwyn. Once he reaches her diner, he pushes the door open with a gentle shove. His gaze briefly lingers on the cursive that spells out her name against frosted glass—four simple letters he wants to trace, followed by an apostrophe and an ‘S’. Then, just as the scent of peppermint and hot cocoa washes over his senses, his attention shifts.
He sees her immediately—the owner herself flitting from table to table, pouring coffee into half-empty mugs. The sight of Gwyn alone is enough to have him transfixed. To leave him frozen right there, in the doorway.
It’s almost unnerving, how still he is, when the diner is packed with townspeople. There’s a distinct liveliness to the place, one Azriel knows is only found at Gwyn’s. He’s come here every day for years, and he has yet to find another place where the warmth of the air envelops him the same way.
It’s in the details—he knows—at least for most people, this feeling of home. As much as the shop belongs to Gwyn, it belongs to their entire town. From initials carved into tables on first dates to small tears in fabric cushions covered with scraps of tape, to the sticky residue to sweet syrup that never seems to be scrubbed away from the tiles.
For him, it’s not the details that make him love this place. Not the coffee, nor the assortment of desserts.
It’s Gwyn.
That’s precisely the reason why he stands where he is, unable to take in the diner he’s been coming to for years. Why he doesn’t even see the rest of the room.
All he sees is her.
And then, her teal eyes flicker up, and she sees him, too.
“Good morning,” he says—croaks really. His voice is rough, perhaps with the lingering effects of his interrupted sleep. The greeting is all he can find in himself to say, but it is a good morning. Very good.
The sentiment only grows when Gwyn bites back a smile.
“You’re letting out all the warm air,” she huffs, playing at being annoyed. It must be the heat of the room, but Azriel swears he sees the slopes of her cheeks flush a lovely shade of red. In response, he can only take a step forward, allowing the gravitational force between them to draw him towards her and leave the door falling closed with a soft whoosh behind him.
“What? You’re not going to say ‘good morning’ back?” He crosses his arms across the expanse of his chest, fixing Gwyn with a look. He’s always found immense pleasure in teasing her, so he continues. “That’s awfully rude. I thought we were better friends than that, Gwyn.”
Now, it’s her turn to cross her arms. She sets her pot of coffee on a nearby table before doing so, then tilts her head back to glare at him. “We are, but you’re not the one paying the electricity bill.”
“You’re worried about your electricity bill?” He almost laughs at the irony.
Purposefully, he drags his gaze from Gwyn, instead turning to study the strings of light she’d put up overnight. At least they’re not the multicoloured variety, but a soft white that makes the interior of the diner glow from where they cover nearly every available surface. Precisely three Christmas trees are decorated in a similar, maximalist fashion, and Azriel can’t help but wonder how the diner hasn’t blown a fuse since she’d put the decorations up.
He arches a brow when he looks at her again, trying to hide his amusement. “Really?”
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the-new-ribbon · 12 hours
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I just realized I get to write Azriel saying “my wife” 😛
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hlizr50 · 8 days
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Happy AU Day, @gwynrielweeksofficial and fellow Gwynriel shippers!
I’d like to present my newest little AU project:
A Sign of Affection
Read Chapter 1 on AO3
If you’ve read the manga or watched the anime and recognize the similarities with the fic art, well, that’s very intentional. This Gwynriel AU was inspired by A Sign of Affection, which has had me kicking my feet and squealing for WEEKS. It’s SO CUTE, and EVERYONE SHOULD READ/WATCH it!!!
Summary:
When a handsome stranger steps in to help with a curious tourist, Gwyn assumes that she will never see him again. But she soon finds out that he’s much closer to her small, safe circle than she ever could have imagined. Gwyn is shy, has a bit of baggage, and was born unable to hear. And she can’t quite imagine that someone like Azriel would take the time to dismantle the walls around her heart and invest himself in the effort it might take to communicate with her.
Azriel has been smitten since he saw her big, beautiful eyes and bright smile, and is even more thrilled when she ends up at Cassian’s self-defense class. He wants to know everything about her, and he wants to be able to meet her text for text, and even sign for sign. Using his ruined hands to communicate should have terrified him, but for Gwyn? It’s not even a question.
I’m honestly not sure how updates will go, bc the fic isn’t finished yet. But I was too excited/impatient to post. I’m thinking weekly or twice a week, depending on how much I get written this weekend ;)
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ofduskanddreams · 2 years
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chapter three: valkyrie — up now :)
chapter summary
Gwyn's colleague invites her to a workout class that her fiance helps teach. Surprise, surprise—Gwyn already knows one of the other instructors.
click to read on ao3
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Little Traitors
"Oh, hello."
Gwyn's soft delight pulled Azriel's attention from wiping the sweat out of his eyes. It appeared a faction of his shadows abandoned their duties in favor of interrupting Gwyn while she restrung her bow, basking in her attention. Those that remained loyal alerted him of the defection entirely too late.
Little traitors. It was then he noticed the pattern they traced on her leathers with their shadowed forms - the shape of Illyrian tattoos. His tattoos. The cheeky things painted her with his ink and he'd be damned before he'd admit how much pride and longing that caused... he was swift to crush it.
Luckily, she hadn't noticed. He had to admire the sheer audacity of the little shades as the looked back at him, as if he'd approve of their choice. They swirled and their dance teased a giggle out of her that sounded like sunlight.
He approved. Damn and double damn it.
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A thing I started for @gwynrielweeksofficial but ended up a little late. oops.
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