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dawneternal · 1 month

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Just a Favor | pt 4 | Gwynriel

✦ Warnings: all fluff

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Azriel was not at training the next morning. Cassian led the Valkyries assisted by Nesta. Gwyn noticed, of course, but preferred to go about as usual. She thanked the Mother that no one said anything about him so she had no opportunity to blush and stutter and look like an idiot.

By the end of the session, though, she was feeling a little desperate. So much energy filled her body and the exercise had done nothing to reduce it. It was equal parts nervousness and excitement, tangling together and filling her blood with adrenaline. Her entire world was on the verge of some monumental change and all she could do was wait.

“Gwyneth,” A deep voice startled her from her thoughts. She whirled around from the weapons rack to find Azriel looking down at her, holding a little bouquet of daisies.

“Cauldron boil me,” She breathed, placing a hand on her chest. Her gaze swept over his figure, checking for any changes since she had seen him last. It was only a couple of days ago but it felt like so much longer.

She noticed the way his fingers trembled around the stems of the flowers and his restless wings, twitching and fidgeting. His eyes were wide and full of anxiety, with purple smudged underneath like he hadn’t been sleeping much. His shadows rushed toward her as usual, twining around her limbs and through her hair.

As for Azriel, he could not help smiling. He took her in and decided she looked more beautiful than ever, even with her face streaked with dirt and her hair stuck down with sweat. Especially so, because he loved that she was a warrior. If he was brave enough, he'd drop to his knees right then and ask her to be his forever.

They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other while they thought about each other. Completely oblivious to Cassian and Nesta exchanging wry smiles and pretending not to watch.

“Did you need something?” Gwyn asked, her voice soft, teal eyes still locked on his hazel ones.

“Yes,” Azriel swallowed and held out the bouquet, “I wanted to say sorry again. In person. And I wanted to ask you to meet me here tonight.”

Gwyn's heart pounded as she took the flowers, taking care not to brush his fingers. She wasn't sure if she could handle it at that moment. It would only remind her of his touch in the moonlight on the bank of the stream. Her rosy cheeks dimpled as she grinned up at him.

“You don't have to be sorry,” She said, just above a whisper, “What would you like to meet for?”

“I would like to talk to you about something,” He said, cursing himself for his stiffness, “Nothing bad.”

“As long as I'm not in trouble,” Gwyn smiled, tilting her head in that alluring way.

“Is 7 okay?” Azriel asked, voice trembling just a touch.

“I'll be here.”

Azriel gave her a nod and then turned, making his way back to the House. Gwyn watched his back as he left, clutching the daisies in her hands and trying to collect herself. She was dizzy, body even more jittery than before.

He wouldn't ask for a private meeting just to tell her she was a terrible kisser, right?

In all of the turmoil of the past few days, there was one thing that Azriel clung to. It was the first thing he'd thought of as he'd flown into the night, leaving Gwyn on the ground as a small smudge of copper.

He was nervous, possibly as nervous as he had been to show up at the training ring to see Gwyn. He had another bouquet in one hand, pink and yellow lilies, and a box of pastries wrapped with ribbon in the other.

He paused on the doorstep of the little cottage, wondering if she'd open it before he could knock like usual. But he'd surprised her this time and he found himself staring at the closed door. He couldn't help smiling as he knocked, anticipating her reaction.

The grey haired woman appeared in the doorway with furrowed eyebrows, ready to tell off unwanted visitors. But then she saw that it was Azriel and a grin spread across her weathered face.

“My boy,” She reached out her arms for him, hugging him around the gifts he carried.

He ducked into the cottage and put his gifts on the kitchen table. His mother clocked the wringing of his hands immediately, the restlessness in his eyes.

“You’ve come to me with troubles today?” She asked in her lilting voice. Azriel would never get tired of it. He would always be the little boy inside that longed to hear just a little more of her voice before being locked in the darkness for another week.

“Not troubles,” He said as she put the kettle on the stove. He'd do it for her if she'd let him but she never would. He also stifled his protest as she put a napkin in front of him and set a pastry from the box on it.

“Tell me,” She demanded, sitting across from him and picking a pecan roll for herself, “I'm desperate for gossip these days.”

Azriel had been determined to hold it together. But it was impossible, in front of this woman with such soft eyes and so much love for him. It mingled with the joy and relief and nervousness he was already holding inside and became something overwhelming. His throat ached as tears threatened to spill over.

“Mama,” He croaked, “I have a mate.”

“Azriel,” She breathed, her roll pausing halfway between the table and her mouth. Then she was up, snack forgotten, throwing her arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. She knew how long he'd been waiting for something like this.

“Mama,” He chuckled, trying to loosen her grasp around his neck.

“Who is she?” She demanded, reaching for the kettle as it began to squeal.

“Her name is Gwyneth,” He said, as shy as a school boy revealing a crush. “She works in the library. And she won the Blood Rite last year.”

“The Blood Rite?” His mother cried, putting the kettle down so she did not scald herself in her surprise. Azriel nodded, eyes glowing with pride.

“She's a Valkyrie.”

“That's a match made by the cauldron if I ever heard one,” She smiled, tilting her head to the side and watching the way his shadows sped up as he talked about her. “I will meet her, right?”

“Of course,” Azriel said, smile fading, “But I haven't told her yet. I asked her to meet me tonight.”

“Ah, that's why you're acting like a little boy the night before Valentine's Day,” She laughed and set a cup of tea before him.

“I am not,” He protested, grinning in spite of himself. He wrapped his hands around the warm mug and breathed the familiar scent of cinnamon and ginger.

“You're worried she won't accept?”

Azriel nodded. His mother said nothing, only took a sip of her tea and then got up from the table, disappearing into her bedroom. He could hear her rummaging through something.

“What are you doing?”

“I saved something for you,” She said, returning with a little velvet box. She set it on the table in front of him and stood back, hands on her hips and eyes glittering.

Azriel's heart hammered as he looked at it, tears already stinging his eyes. He picked up the box with gentle fingers and opened the lid. Two beautiful earrings lay inside on a bed of silk, sapphires encased in silver metal, carved with little stars and moons.

“I got them as a gift once,” She said as he admired them, “They were the only nice things I owned for a long, long time. They meant a lot to me. And I saved them because I wanted to give you one to have made into a ring.”

Azriel shook his head, a tear falling down his cheek. His mother reached out and swiped it away, placing a kiss where it had been. He remembered the days when she had nothing nice at all. When she was always tired and ragged with almost no hope left.

“You should keep them,” He swallowed hard.

“I'll keep one,” She said, her voice trembling just a touch, “And I'll put it on a chain. But I want you to take this one and have the gem put into a ring and the metal made into a band.”

Azriel stood, leaving the little box on the table, and folded his mother into his arms. It was a long while before he let go.

“Promise me?” She whispered when he pulled away, reaching up to cup his cheek.

“I promise,” He put his hand over hers and leaned into her touch.

“Good, because she won’t say no to such a beautiful ring. Now tell me everything about her.”

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aldbooks · 9 months

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The Syren - ACOTAR Writing Circle - Part 3 - Rating: E

I have the pleasure of finishing this lovely story begun by @headcanonheadcaseand continued by @secret-third-thing as part of the ACOTAR Writing Circle organized by @azrielshadowssing

Part 1 | Part 2 | AO3

Summary: Gwyn Berdara is more than just the bartender at The Syren, she's the heart and soul of the place. She rebuilt the old pub from the ground up, turning it into a cocktail bar, and is fully committed to its success. She's always drawn the line at flirting with her customers, but when a patron begins quizzing her cocktail recipes, Gwyn finds herself willing to bend her rules.

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Gwyn checked the time on her phone- again. Her break was almost up and there was no sign of Azriel. The door to the bar had only opened twice in the twenty minutes she’d been out here to emit a few stumbling college girls and their friends back into the night, and her phone had not buzzed once with an incoming message.

Scoffing, Gwyn rolled her eyes and tucked her phone back into her pocket. “Whatever,” she muttered to herself as she glared out the windshield. “He can do what he wants, I don’t care. It’s not as if there was really anything going on with us. We only hooked up the one time and it wasn’t even that good.”

Liar. She was a damned liar. Those too brief moments they’d spent in her car, in the very seat she was now occupying, had been… she didn’t have the words to properly describe how it had felt. To feel him moving inside of her, his hands and mouth on her skin, the sounds he’d made, the ones she’d made… Even just remembering it sent a shiver through her.

She did care. Very much. Not that she had a right to, however. Because the one thing she hadn’t lied to herself about was that there was nothing going on between them. There had been no words or discussions of commitments or exclusivity. They barely knew each other, and he clearly had some past with the blonde, one that still seemed to be affecting him. She wanted no part of that. She refused to be anyone’s second choice, no matter how good the sex.

And that, for once, was not a lie.

A ringing emitted from her pocket, a reminder she’d set to let her know break time was over. Sighing, she turned the alarm off and climbed back out of her truck taking a moment to double check her appearance before heading back in. She told herself it had nothing to do with Azriel, she didn’t care what he thought of her. It was for the other patrons, the ones she would smile at and flirt tips out of.

As she walked back inside and headed behind the bar once more, she became aware of two things. One, someone had apparently decided it was karaoke night as they sang very loudly- and off key- to Neil Diamond. Two, Azriel was still watching the blonde (said singer), and didn’t even seem to be aware that Gwyn had left the bar, as he was still nursing the same drink she’d made for him when he arrived.

Irritation climbed up her throat and she swallowed it back, ignoring the knowing, sympathetic look Emerie shot her as she joined her behind the bar. Shaking it off, Gwyn quickly dropped back into the rhythm of mixing and serving, resolving not to glance back at that corner booth again, no matter how loud or obnoxious the noise became as Cassian’s baritone joined in to Journey. Soon enough, half the bar was singing along, glasses raised to the ceiling in a cacophony of discordant sound that grated on Gwyn’s ears. Nesta caught her eye and they both grimaced. She decided right then to never host karaoke nights at the bar. Ever.

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Gwyn tapped the brakes a bit too hard in surprise the next morning, cursing as coffee sloshed onto her hand and glared out the windshield at the man waiting for her outside the bar, leaning against a motorcycle straight out of her wet dreams. Of course he would ride a motorcycle. He couldn’t have driven some perfectly sensible vehicle that diminished his appeal enough to keep her sane for whatever confrontation was about to happen. Damn him.

She’d more or less kept to her resolution not to look his way the rest of the evening after he’d failed to join her on her break. She definitely hadn’t noticed the way his eyes barely left the pretty blonde in his group the rest of the night, or the way she had giggled and leaned against him, her manicured fingers wrapped tightly around his arm as they left, or the way he did not meet her eye as he passed by the bar. And she definitely had not spent most of the night, once she got home, trying not to think about him or the fact that the one encounter they’d had together would likely be the only and she might never see him again.

Absolutely not.

And now, here he was, waiting for her, coffee in hand as she pulled into the bar this morning. She had come in earlier than usual to catch up on some bookkeeping and wondered how on earth he’d known when she would be here. Or how long he’d been waiting.

She ignored him as she carefully set her travel mug aside, wiping her hand on her jeans and pulled into her usual spot. Taking her time as she gathered her phone and purse and everything she would need for the day, she took one last, steadying breath before climbing out of the driver’s seat, shutting the door behind her with a sharp snap.

“Morning,” he greeted her with a deep rumble that made her toes curl in her boots. The blasted man had parked nearly blocking the bar’s back door so there was no way to avoid him. As she passed him, she gave a pointed look at the tray of coffees in his hand before meeting his eye and raising her own mug to her lips.

Behind her, she heard him sigh quietly and felt him follow her to the door, staying a respectful distance behind as she pulled her keys out and unlocked the door. He said her name just before she made to shut the door in his face and, against her better judgment, something in his voice made her pause.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “For the way I acted last night. I- will you please let me explain?”

Gritting her teeth, she looked back at him. The morning light caught off the golden hues in his hazel eyes and she could easily read the remorse in them. But was his remorse for the lost opportunity for sex, or for the loss of whatever strange tension had existed between them from the moment they’d met? It seemed her heart was in the driver’s seat this morning and not her brain, as she gave him a sharp nod and allowed him to follow her inside.

Feeling especially grumpy this morning, she did not offer him a seat as she tossed her things onto her desk and flopped down into her chair, ignoring him entirely as she woke her computer up and pretended to be busy while he patiently waited to be acknowledged. It was a test of sorts, to see just how badly he wanted to apologize. How sincere he might be and, so far, he was passing.

Finally, she leaned back in her seat, turning it to face him. A quick glance at the chair opposite her had him sitting down, awkwardly cradling the coffees in his lap. Still she said nothing as she stared at him, and waited.

Azriel shifted under her scrutiny, clearing his throat before finally speaking. “I, uh- our friends, who joined us last night, they… sort of surprised us with their visit. I hadn’t been expecting to see them, which was why I’d kind of gone silent the last few days…” He reached up to scratch the back of his head in an adorably nervous gesture that absolutely did not soften her towards him. At all.

She watched as a faint blush stained his cheeks. “You might have noticed there’s a- er, bit of history between Morrigan and I.” Morrigan. So that was the blonde’s name. It was very regal sounding and oddly fitting for the stunning beauty. She gave him no sign of agreement, just continued to stare at him as he floundered through his explanation. While she knew her face was cold and impassive, inside she was a riot of nerves having no idea what sort of history or feelings he was about to admit to.

“First of all,” he said, leaning forward, his expression earnest. “I want to say that, while I did once care about her- that way- I haven’t for a long time. Still don’t. Neither does Cassian-” he said quickly. Despite herself she was amused that even as he was attempting to apologize for his own sake, he was still worried about how her friend might react to a potential threat to her ‘situationship’ with his friend. Which he rightly should be. Nesta was terribly territorial, but she had seemed unbothered by whatever had been happening last night. Not that she would tell him so. Let him sweat.

Shaking his head, he continued. “Nothing ever really happened between us, anyway. The details are irrelevant but I just- it had been so long since I’d seen her, I think I’d forgotten what she was like.”

Gwyn raised a brow at that, the first response she’d given him thus far. A panicked look came over his face and he hurried to explain, “I mean, I forgot how manipulative she was. She was always good at playing Cass and I against each other. Cass caught on long before I did, unfortunately, and ultimately, it was what convinced me to move on. But she was in typical form last night, trying to flirt and evoke a jealous response out of us both and, when that didn’t work, she got more aggressive… I don’t know what exactly you saw, but I promise I was not pining for her. I was more angry than anything.”

His expression turned pleading. “As for not meeting you on your break, I swear I tried to, but every time I tried to leave, Morrigan would rope me into whatever stupid conversation she was having and wouldn’t let me leave.”

Gwyn scoffed at that and he winced. “You’re a big boy, Az. If you wanted to leave, you could have. Easily. And if you’re apparently incapable of using your big boy words to tell her to shove it, well then… I’m not sure there’s much left to discuss. I have no time to play with little boys.”

Azriel grimaced. “I’m sorry,” he said again, his tone now dejected. “Truly. I know you and I- that we-” a sigh of frustration. “I know there was never any kind of official agreement or anything between us but I liked you. I still like you. And I know last night I wasn’t exactly in best form, but I hoped…”

His lips rolled together as he stopped that train of thought. Gwyn’s heart was pounding as she fought to keep her expression neutral. He looked a bit like a lost puppy and damn if it didn’t yank at that awful, sensitive part of her that longed to fix all the sad, broken things in the world. Just like her bar, and her Bronco. She had a feeling that, with some tender loving care, this man might just be everything she never thought she wanted. But no. She was stronger than that. She’d been hurt too many times to allow herself to fall for another man who would not fight for her. Hell, if his explanation of what had happened the night before meant anything, it seemed he could barely fight for himself. She didn’t have time for that nonsense. She had a business to run that took far too much of her time and energy. She didn’t need another thing to take care of.

He seemed to read that in her face as he sighed dejectedly, hanging his head for a moment before rising from his seat. Setting the coffees on the corner of her desk, he gave her a sad smile. “I really am sorry, Gwyn. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t,” she said coolly, forcing herself to meet his eye and did not miss the flicker of pain in them as he nodded and turned to leave.

As soon as he was gone, she buried her face in her hands and willed herself not to cry the stupid tears that burned her eyes. He wasn’t worth it.

At least, that’s what she told herself.

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Gwyn swiped a hand across the sweat that had collected on her brow as she finally managed to catch up with the mad rush that had suddenly hit her bar in a wave. Turning towards the far end, intending to restock the ice chest, she bit back a sigh when she found Azriel waiting there with a ghost of a smile.

Ever since the morning he’d come to see her to try and explain what had happened with him and Morrigan nearly two weeks ago, he’d shown up at Syren almost every night, with or without Cassian, sometimes not even drinking, just sitting at the end of the bar and watching her as she worked. The first few times he barely spoke to her outside of the words necessary to order a drink. Gradually, his smiles became more frequent as he attempted to banter with her as they had before, apparently finding her steely responses amusing.

She’d be lying if she said it didn’t excite her a little every time he gave her that crooked grin when she gave him some smart ass retort. She liked sparring with him, and each time he smiled at her she both wanted to smack him and drag him over the bar to have her way with him right there on the sticky floor. The thought was tempting.

Ignoring the heated response that thought elicited in her, she took a bracing breath and walked over to him. If she added a bit of sway to the movement of her hips as she did so, and if his eyes dipped down to watch the movement with hungry eyes, well… that was no one’s business.

“What do you want?” she snapped. The regular sitting two seats away gave her a sharp look, likely shocked at her lack of manners when she was so friendly with everyone else. Azriel just grinned, pointing at the newest addition to the menu.

“Why is this one called the Priestess?”

The corner of her lip twitched. “Because it’s deceptively sweet,” she purred. “And if you’re not careful, you’ll find yourself on your knees.”

His eyes darkened as his grin turned a bit seductive. “Sounds perfect.”

Fuck. Me. She thought. She had no defenses for that smile. If she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself giving in much sooner than she’d intended.

She’d already decided to give him another chance. Honestly, how was a girl meant to resist such charm when he showed up at her bar continuously, no matter how harsh she was? Nesta and Emerie had also voted in his favor, giving her knowing grins the moment he’d walked in every night. She had no doubt of his sincerity when he’d said he liked her. And damn it all if she didn’t like him too, if for no other reason than his stubborn persistence.

She held his gaze a moment longer before turning to grab her ingredients. Bourbon, lemon juice, thyme infused simple syrup, peach puree and a splash of sweet tea. He watched intently as she added everything to the shaker, his gaze on her breasts and she lifted it to shake. Straining it into a glass, she slid it over the bar to him, holding his stare as he lifted it to his lips and took a long sip.

Swiping a stray droplet from the corner of his lips, his tongue stroked over the tip before sucking it into his mouth. Her knees wobbled a bit but she kept a straight face as she called over her shoulder to Emerie. “I’m going on break.”

Behind her, her friend snicked but agreed. Azriel grinned as she winked at him before turning on her heel and hurrying to the back. By the time she grabbed her keys, and a condom, and made her way to her truck, Azriel was stalking around the side of the building to meet her. Wanting more space than the front seat offered, she flipped open the hatch and climbed into the bed. A hand grabbed her ankle, yanking her back slightly. Before she knew what was happening, her jeans were off and Azriel was climbing in behind her, still fully clothed. The hatch slammed closed and he was on her, hands tangling in her hair as their mouths crashed together.

She squeaked when he suddenly flipped them over, dragging her up to straddle his face. He grinned up at her as his fingers pushed her underwear aside, stroking her lazily. “It’s not quite kneeling, but given the lack of space back here, it will have to do.” And then his mouth was on her.

For several moments, all Gwyn could do was grip the back of the seats and attempt to breathe. His tongue was merciless as he licked and sucked and nipped and worshiped her. Her orgasm built shamefully fast and though she did her best to hold it off, there was little she could do against such onslaught. Soon enough she was shaking and screaming and grinding against his face. His fingers dug into her ass, encouraging her to move, and the vibrations of his groans only made her shake harder.

When she couldn’t take anymore, he relented, loosening his hold and allowing her to pull away from him. She stared down at him in a pleasured haze, watching as he panted and licked his lips with a satisfied smile. Fuck.

She didn’t realize she’d said it outloud until his grin widened. “I need you inside me,” there was no disguising the huskiness of her voice as she said it. She moved to grab the condom from the back pocket of her jeans that were bunched up in the far corner but he flipped her over before she could go far, laying her out diagonally along the bed of the truck. Reaching up for the seatbelt of the driver's seat, she watched in confusion and then anticipation as he pulled her hands above her head and bound her wrists with the strap, leaving her open to him.

She gave a breathless laugh as he scrambled out of his pants, tucking a condom from his own pocket between his teeth. “Someone was optimistic, I see.”

He shrugged, unrepentant. Yanking his shirt over his head, he was suddenly, gloriously naked and she looked her fill as he rolled the condom on, sorry not to have use of her hands to touch every inch of him. Later, she promised herself. Because there would be a later.

Stretching himself over her, his kiss was surprisingly tender and she felt herself melt a little more. “I missed you,” he said, trailing kisses down her neck. She wrapped her legs around him as she felt his cock slide against her clit. Making his way back up to her lips, he continued to thrust against her, making her wetter but still not entering her. “Please tell me this isn’t just a one time thing,” he begged.

“It will be if you don’t fuck me right the fuck now,” she grumbled.

He laughed, his eyes sparkling in the darkness. “Yes, my syren,” he promised. He was inside her in the next breath and she gasped at the sudden fullness. His movements were excruciatingly slow as he allowed her to adjust to him, his cock dragging through her with each slow thrust. The sensation was delicious but she quickly grew impatient.

Tugging against her restraints, the seatbelt moved with her but not enough to touch him, causing her to groan her frustration. “Azriel,” she snapped his name and his answering laugh was low and sexy.

Bracing himself above her on an elbow, his other hand wrapped lightly around her throat and he held her gaze as his pace increased until her thighs were squeezing around him and the beginnings of an orgasm stirred. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled.

“Yes,” she breathed, her back arching as she tried to meet his thrusts. “Yes- fuck, yes!”

Her eyes slammed shut as another orgasm barreled through her, Azriel continuing to fuck her through it. He grunted as her pussy squeezed him until he too was coming apart, the fingers around her throat contracting slightly. His mouth found hers again as they both came down until the necessity for air forced them apart.

Their bodies were covered in sweat as he rolled off of her as much as he could in the cramped space, reaching up to release her wrists. Taking each in his hands, he gently massaged the red marks between his fingers. All she could do was lay there and breathe, temporarily unable to move her body. Brushing hair out of her face, she felt his lips on her forehead as they lay there in silence.

A silence that was abruptly shattered by her alarm, signaling the end of her break.

“Fuck. I don’t know if I can go back to work after that,” she groaned. Azriel’s hand slid down from her cheek to squeeze her hip and then she felt him moving about the space, probably redressing. She didn’t object as he helped her back into her pants.

He was smiling, but she could tell there was something he wanted to say. “What is it?”

He smiled sheepishly. “Well, I don’t want to presume anything,” he said as he helped her out of the back. “But I was already planning on hanging out most of the night, if you’d like the company…”

Gwyn arched a brow as she took a moment to make sure she was presentable. “Oh?”

Azriel closed up her truck and turned to give her a wicked smile. “Perhaps if you give me another Priestess, you can get me on my knees for real later…”

Her lips curled in a slow grin as she sauntered past him. “Now there’s something to look forward to.”

#acotarwritingcircle #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyn and azriel #azriel x gwyn #azriel and gwyn #gwyneth x azriel #azriel x gwyneth

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captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship · 1 year

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Gwynriel Aestetic Board

#gwynriel #gwynriel supremacy #acotar #azriel x gwyn #gwyn acotar #azriel x gwyneth #gwynethxazriel #pro gwyneth berdara #gwyneth x azriel #azriel spymaster #azriel #ACOTAR mood board #gwynriel aesthetic #aestetic #gwynriel mood board #azriel shadowsinger #azriel shadow

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lyyzismess · 24 days

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trashforazriel · 1 month

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“Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon? You’re the new ribbon, Az” ~ 🦇📚

✨Gwynriel week day 5: domestic day✨ Commissioned by me, drawn by Venusfolk! We hope you like this entry a lot 🥰

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #acosf #*acosf #a court of silver flames #azriel x gwyn #gwyn x azriel #venusfolk #my commission #*#gwynrielweeksofficial #gwynrielweeks2024

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moonshinexbooks · 23 days

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When SJM chose to point out this:

And then a few pages later in the same chapter she chose to point this out: (It is Gwyn’s breath)

I knew that Gwynriel was endgame.

#gwynriel #acotar #acosf #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn acosf #azriel spymaster #gwyneth x azriel #pro gwynriel #pro gwyneth berdara #pro azriel

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shadowsingerofnight · 2 years

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headcanon that after they both accept the mating bond, at some point gwyn starts understanding the language of az’s shadows

the shadows can’t wait to come home and spill all the tea they’ve learned spying because azriel never gives personal opinions and they are very big busybodies so when he falls asleep, exhausted after a hard day, gwyn and the shadows just gossip together until they can’t stay awake anymore

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf #sjm #azriel #sarah j maas #night court #velaris #gwyn #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #azriel x gwyneth #gwyneth x azriel #gwyn x azriel #azriel and gwyn #azriel shadowsinger

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orphicauroras · 2 years

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Listen I don't give a shit about the necklace, what I find interesting is how Azriel felt after gifting it to Gwyn. He felt a spark in his chest and he had to consciously erase the smile he felt imagining Gwyn. His shadows didn't cause that. Elain didn't cause that. Thinking about how Gwyn's eyes would light up did. It was HIS feelings. That for me is the endgame material right there.

#gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyneth #azriel x gwyn #gwyneth x azriel #gwyn #azriel #azriel berdara #azgwyn #acotar #acosf #azriel shadowsinger #gwyneth berdara #gwyn x az

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harperbrynne · 4 months

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This is my Roman Empire

#azriel will get his own book and then says when you get to the end of acosf you’ll know who is next…#azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel acosf #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn berdara #gwyn acotar #gwyn acosf #gwyn x az #az x gwyn #gwyneth x azriel #azriel x gwyneth #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #acosf #a court of silver flames

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dawneternal · 28 days

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Just a Favor | Masterlist

✦ Summary: Gwyn asks for a favor. Azriel says yes. It does not go as expected.

✦ Warnings: Mostly fluff. Eventually smut but there will be warnings.

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✦ part 1

✦ part 2

✦ part 3

✦ part 4

✦ part 5

✦ part 5.5 Gwyn's perspective

✦ part 6

✦ part 7

✦ part 8

✦ part 9

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aldbooks · 1 year

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Random little scene that popped in my head this morning…

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Gwyn sighed as she gave into the urge. The faint tugging around her heart that inevitably drew her towards to small chest that sat atop the corner of her dresser.

It had sat there since she first arrived at the library, a fine layer of dust covering its surface, mostly undisturbed but for a set of fingerprints on either side of lid from the handful of times she’d given in to that urge to break her own heart when she opened it and stared at the contents inside.

Taking a fortifying breath, she lifted the lid once more and stared down at the two objects inside: a small, velvet box, and a brilliant blue stone, still attached to the headpiece that had once adorned her beloved sister’s forehead. For over two years, the stone had been the sole occupant of the chest, until the box had been left for her anonymously last Solstice, with a small note in Clotho’s handwriting that simply said “from a friend.”

At first, she’d stared down at the tiny necklace nestled inside in bewilderment. A stained glass rose, delicate and beautiful, and she’d wondered who might have gotten her such a gift. To her knowledge, no one she knew had the means to purchase such an expensive gift. Also, anyone who knew her well, knew that she preferred lilies to roses…

Then she had lifted the thin chain from the box and watched in wonder as the small charm caught the light, reflecting a dazzling array of light and it became clear that someone had put a lot of thought into the gift and she’d been awed at the sheer beauty of it, even if she hadn’t quite been able to bring herself to wear it.

A little deductive reasoning, and perhaps a bit of wishful thinking, had brought her to the rather insane conclusion that the only person who could have possibly left the gift for her was the Shadowsinger, Azriel, with whom she’d had a rather- interesting interaction with the night before the gift had been delivered.

It seemed to make as much sense as any other theory, and yet, at the same time, seemed to make no sense at all. Why would he ever give her such a thing? Let alone put in the time, money, and effort to select such a gift for her? They had barely broached the surface of a friendship at the time, no matter how close they’d grown in the intervening months. A year ago, they’d been nothing more than teacher and apprentice. Strangers with a rather traumatic shared history neither had dared to acknowledge. Even now, after all the healing she done and the progress she had made, even with as far as their friendship had progressed, that night was perhaps the one subject they had not approached. Though it hung between them both during every interaction like a silent, unseen ghost.

She’d never worn the necklace, despite the handful of times she’d taken it out to admire it, staring at it for hours as she watched the light dance from the gently spinning pendant. It was too beautiful, too precious, and seemed to represent something so fragile, she’d been terrified to allow herself to imagine it real. Though her feelings certainly were.

She’d dreamt of the strange, fierce male who’d rescued her nearly every night since she’d first seen him. Had seen those haunted golden green eyes in her dreams. Could swear she still smelled his scent on the dark cloak that hung at the back of her closet, despite the fact that it had long faded. As absurd as it was, particularly given the circumstances of their meeting, she had felt an instant connection to him the moment their eyes locked and it had stayed with her ever since.

Then, he’d walked into the training ring that morning and she felt that phantom thread between them flare to life again and knew she hadn’t imagined it. Hadn’t imagined him.

The Shadowsinger had been a source of fascination for her from that moment on, even when he frustrated her to verge of tears with his cocky smiles and teasing. He pushed her to work harder, to be a better version of herself until she barely recognized the girl she’d once been. Timid and shy and blissfully ignorant of the horrors this world could offer to those without the means to protect themselves. He’d offered her safety and security and a shred of dignity she’d thought lost forever in those brief moments when they’d first encountered one another, and she was now determined to offer that same kindness to the other priestesses who deserved that peace of mind every bit as much as she.

She didn’t often let herself indulge in her fantasies of the darkly charming male who seemed to be a mystery to everyone but her, but sometimes she couldn’t quite help but allow that quiet flicker of hope to bloom just a little brighter.

Carefully avoiding the blue stone that tore open the fissure in her chest where her sister had once been every time she looked at it, Gwyn gently flipped open the little velvet box and lifted out the necklace, allowing it to dangle in front of her face. As she watched, the charm rotated, the flickering candlelight catching the on the colored panes of glass, sending shimmering spots of green and pink light dancing across her skin.

She’d never worn the thing, almost afraid of what it might mean if she did. What she might be accepting if he saw her wearing it. And in any case, she often managed to convince herself that it wasn’t actually from him, that perhaps it had been given to her by mistake. After all, why would he give her something so beautiful?

Surely not because he held any sort of tender feeling for her. At least not beyond the warm regards of friendship. They’d barely known each other when she’d received it, and no matter how many restless nights they’d shared on that rooftop, talking until the early fingers of dawning light touched the sky, there was nothing more between them than that. Even if she wished it otherwise.

Why would he want her? The quiet, damaged priestess who’d been too scared to leave the library (with the brief exception of attending her sisters mating ceremony) for three years? Why, when someone as handsome, and charming, and well respected as he was, could likely have any female he wanted, choose someone like her?

But he’d asked.

It still seemed unreal to her as she thought back over the conversation they’d just had a few moments ago, sitting in their usual spot on the roof, when he’d asked her to attend a small gathering with his family and friends at the High Lord and Lady’s residence in the city. She’d almost said no, reflexively, out of habit, and then she’d seen the hopeful look in his eye and found herself saying yes.

Surely she was reading more into it than was really there. It had been almost an entire year, to the day, since he’d given her that necklace- if in fact it had been him who’d given it- that he must have forgotten about it entirely by now.

Still, she carefully laid the necklace out on her dresser, intending to wear it the following evening as she moved to her closet and sorted through her meager possessions for a suitable dress.

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Azriel had in fact forgotten all about the damned necklace until Gwyn had removed her cloak when they’d arrived at Rhys and Feyre’s house and had seen it hanging around her throat.

Everything around him seem to come to a screeching halt as he laid eyes on it, the delicate charm lying against her pale skin, the colors matching well to the soft green dress she wore, one he’d been surprised to see she’d owned, having only ever seen her in her priestess robes or leathers before. After he’d given her the invitation to accompany him tonight, almost without thought, he’d had a brief moment of panic, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable around his well dressed friends and had almost asked Nesta if she might lend Gwyn one of her own gowns to wear before realizing the two females were of entirely different build. He knew enough about feminine fashions to know that would not work. But then, he’d decided he’d also rather not face the eldest Archeron’s scrutiny as she questioned why, in fact, her friend was in need of a dress and had said nothing.

Now, he stood frozen in the foyer as he watched Nesta hug her friend in delight, not even seeming to notice they had arrived together, as she led her into the living room with everyone else. Gwyn threw a nervous smile at him over her shoulder and, just like that, his feet were moving as he helplessly followed behind them.

It was a phenomenon he’d never quite been able to explain, the way he found himself constantly seeking out this female, drawn to her very presence like a moth to a flame. The times he’d found himself wandering halfmindedly into whatever room she was occupying, or even subconsciously seeking the gentle comfort she offered when he was feeling unsettled. Even if she was not aware of it herself.

He’d forgotten all about that necklace though, damn him and his foolish pride. Why hadn’t he just returned it to the shop? If he had, he might not now find himself in this situation, that felt like some kind of fever dream as he caught sight of Elain, who was sitting across the room, offering him a timid smile before doing a double take at her sister’s friend.

He saw the moment she registered the necklace Gwyn wore, recognized it as the one he’d given her- and she’d returned- a year ago. They had never spoken of that night. Had barely interacted at all since then, a stifling sort of awkwardness stretching between them whenever they were in the same room. The intense attraction and desire he’d once felt for her had faded into a faint flicker as he remembered his brother’s words and the disappointed look on Elain’s face as he said those four stupid words. “This was a mistake”

He knew they’d hurt her, but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to take them back, not when every time he looked at her, he’d recalled Rhysand’s words, the anger and authority he so rarely displayed that Azriel had- after a fair bit of sulking- taken seriously. He’d not touched Elain since that night, had not even tried, and she’d kept her distance just as well. He’d thought maybe she’d moved on, even if she still did not offer her mate anything more than polite, distant smiles.

But now, he could see the way she flinched and quickly turned away from the sight of that cursed necklace on another female’s neck. He knew how it would look to her. A clear transference of his affections to another, even if it were not true.

Isn’t it? His shadows whispered. You care for the pretty Valkyrie.

That is not the same, he responded as he glanced around, grateful no one had noticed Elain’s change in mood. Gwyn is-

Just then, he turned back to the Valkyrie in question. She was engaged in conversation with Nesta and Feyre, though her gaze kept darting across the room… towards Elain. As he looked closer, he saw the faint tinge of red along her cheeks and the tips of her ears. The slight sheen in her eyes and the tightness of her smile.

And he saw her reach up to touch the necklace hanging from her neck.

Azriel’s heart fell to the floor.

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… sorry not sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️

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