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Just a Favor | pt 6 | Gwynriel
✦ This one is short but the next one has smut so it evens out lol
✦ Warnings: vague talk of intimacy (discussing accepting the bond)
✦ Word Count: 1k
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Gwyn and Azriel made their way back to the House of Wind later that night. Between kisses and laughter and talking, far more time had passed than they had realized. Both were surrounded in a happy glow, oblivious to everything but the contented hum of the bond. They could not bear to separate just yet, settling into the private library at the House to talk to just a little longer.
All the while, Gwyn was planning her own moment. She was determined to sweep him away as he had done for her.
Azriel woke late the next morning, so late that training had ended a half hour before. At first, the only thing he could feel was that glimmering golden thread. He sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight.
That happiness faded a little as he caught sight of his shadows. They were restless, like they'd been up before him and waiting for him to wake. And one was missing.
He jumped up from the bed and quickly pulled on his clothes, running a hand through his bed-head to smooth it down. He grabbed a pair of boots, stuffed clean socks into them, and ran out of his room.
Nesta and Cassian lounged in the sitting room off of the kitchen. Their heads snapped up in tandem, eyes dragging over him.
“Have you seen Gwyn?” He asked, the words coming out in a rush. He did not know how to explain why he knew that Gwyn and the missing shadow would be in the same place. A gut feeling, he supposed.
“She left a while ago,” Nesta watched him with an expression he couldn't name, “I don't know where though.”
Azriel grimaced and turned on his heel in the direction of the balcony.
“See you in a while, brother,” Cassian chuckled. And then grumbled when Nesta elbowed him.
Azriel ignored them both, tugging on his socks and boots, knotting the laces as quickly as he could. His shadows buzzed with energy.
Take me to her. He pleaded. He couldn't tell if they were worried or excited, another unusual thing. He could always read them well.
Priestess. Valkyrie. Love. Was their response.
The shadows carried him toward the mountains. He found himself standing on the edge of a green meadow, shrouded in mist. The sky overhead was filled with deep grey clouds, threatening to overflow at any moment.
And there was Gwyn, standing beside a picnic blanket, draped in a gauzy white dress with flowers in her hair. She smiled at him, her teal eyes and copper hair so bright against the green and grey around her. The missing shadow swirled around her body.
Relief filled Azriel's being, the rest of his shadows dancing to meet her and their lost friend. She was alright.
“What is this?” He asked, a smile spreading as he walked toward her. A large picnic basket sat in the grass beside the blanket. Thunder rumbled in the distance but he barely heard it.
“They found you,” Gwyn grinned, clasping her hands together. She looked so beautiful like this, the flowy dress hugging her curves and fluttering around her shoulders and ankles. The flowers tucked into her braids matched the ones dotted through the meadow.
“I have no idea why one of my shadows decided to leave and pester you,” He shook his head, resisting the urge to reach out and pull her close. To feel her form beneath his hands.
“Oh, I called it,” She said, eyes gleaming as she tilted her head to the side, “I needed help with my surprise.”
Azriel stared at her in awe. It hardly seemed possible, and yet….Gwyn was full of surprises. Gentle scattered raindrops began to fall around them.
“I didn't think it would rain,” She wrinkled her nose, “The clouds gathered so fast. We may have to rethink the location.”
“What's the surprise?” Azriel swallowed hard, looking down at the picnic basket. Dare he hope?
“I made food,” She said softly, suddenly shy, “I asked Cassian what kinds of foods they cook for each other in the camps and he said sourdough bread was one of them. So I made sourdough bread.”
She gestured toward the basket. Azriel could not help the thing stirring in his stomach.
“But…” He started, his voice low and gravelly, “The bond…if I eat it, then-”
“I know,” Gwyn blushed and took a step toward him, fiddling with her dress, “I realized that I am ready. If it was anyone else, maybe not. But since it's you….”
She locked eyes with him, shy and searching. His gaze was full of desire, admiration, and disbelief that she was his. The rain was becoming more steady, now, making the fabric of her dress see through and revealing the freckled skin underneath. Azriel did not think he minded the rain so much.
“But I…” He said, cursing his brain for being overcome by the shape of her body in that dress, “And you-”
“Azriel,” Gwyn cut him off, “I packed a bag.”
“You…packed a bag?” He repeated. He noticed for the first time the backpack sitting beside the picnic basket. How observant he was, today.
“Yes,” She chuckled, “With clothes and tonic. And Rhysand told Clotho I will be gone. I made you food and I packed a bag.”
Azriel took a shaky breath and brought his hands to rest on her waist. She tossed her arms around his neck and smiled up at him with rosy cheeks.
“So whisk me away, shadowsinger,” She whispered, leaning in so close that her lips nearly brushed his.
“Where to, Valkyrie?” He said, “There's a few options.”
“I will not honeymoon in the House of Wind and subject myself to that teasing,” She pursed her lips, eyes twinkling. The raindrops fell heavier, a few sparkling in her hair like dew drops.
“Then there's my apartment in Velaris, or the cabin in the mountains,” He was not particularly fond of the idea of Nesta and Cassian meddling with things.
“I am very intrigued by your secret apartment, but the cabin sounds farthest away from prying eyes. And if we don't get out of the rain soon, my bread will be ruined.”
“Cabin it is,” Azriel reluctantly let her go and tossed her backpack over his shoulder. She gathered the blanket and basket in her arms and tucked her hand into his.
She gave him one more wide grin before they winnowed, and Azriel's heart was so full it ached.
#azriel x gwyn#gwyn acotar#gwyn fic#gwyn x azriel#gwynriel#gwyneth berdara#gwyn berdara fanfiction#gwyn berdara fic#gwyn berdara fanfic#gwyn berdara#azriel fic#azriel fanfic#azriel shadowsinger#azriel#azriel acotar#acotar fanfic#acotar fic#acotar
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gwyn spends one night outside the library and ends up in the fucking hunger games
#sorry I was just rereading one of my fav fics and remembered this#poor baby but at least she had her sisters#gwyn#gwyneth berdara#acotar
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I haven’t seen anyone talk about this but the way Nesta said “Yes. We are” after Bryce asked about Azriel’s love life has me wondering what kind of things Cassian and Nesta have noticed in the House of Wind all this time…..
#gwyneth berdara#azriel x gwyn#gwynriel#pro gwynriel#gwynriel headcanon#gwyn berdara#gwynriel fic#nesta archeron#pro gwyn#house of wind gang
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Gwyn: *looking through the window, pensively*
Azriel: woah, she's so beautiful, so thoughtful... i wonder what she's thinking about
Gwyn, in her mind: dragons can't blow their birthday cake
#azriel acotar#acotar fandom#gwynriel#pro azriel#incorrect acotar quotes#acotar fic#a court of mist and fury#acotar memes#gwyn and azriel#gwyneth berdara#azriel shadowsinger#pro gwynriel#azriel x gwyn#gwyn berdara
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All the details in this piece by @dimalry has our hearts singing like Az’s shadows🥰
#gwynriel#gwynriel weeks 2024#gwynrielweeks2024#gwyn x azriel#azriel x gwyn#gwynriel fanart#gwynriel fic#gwyneth berdara#azriel shadowsinger#azriel#acotar#pro gwynriel
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Hi. Reminder that canonically Azriel’s siphons flash and he stutters (for the first time in the whole series) when it’s mentioned Gwyn is in danger ✌️ — And this is his reaction when just a few months ago he didn’t consider Gwyn a friend 😏
#you wish there was no reaction#imagine his rage when they’re together#mate behavior#gwynriel#gwyneth berdara#azriel shadowsinger#azriel acotar#gwynriel supremacy#gwyn and azriel#acotar fanfiction#gwynriel fic#gwynriel fanfiction#ao3
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A Court of Scars and Shadows | Chapter 43 | Mating Ceremony Artwork
Gwyn repeated the vow. And in that moment, she knew only three things with absolute certainty.
The first, safety is scarred hands reaching for her freckled ones.
The second, home is the hazel-hued fire that finds her eyes in every crowd.
The last, love is the baritone melody of a laugh and the hidden dimples that follow.
There is pain and misfortune in this world, but there are no accidents. And no matter the cost, she would do it all again to be right here, with him.
As their hands were finally bound with ribbon and shadow, they sealed their vows with a kiss. A chorus of cheers filled the meadow.
Something restless settled within her.
-A Court of Scars and Shadows
I’ve been looking for so long for the perfect artist to illustrate one of my favourite scenes from my Gwynriel fic ACOSAS and now I’m so excited to show you how it turned out! Luna did such an incredible job and I am in awe of her artistry 🥰
Read the chapter that inspired this artwork here
Artist: lunart.s
#gwynriel#gwyneth berdara#azriel#gwynriel fic#azriel shadowsinger#gwyn supremacy#acotar#acotar fic#azriel x gwyn#ao3#gwynriel supremacy#fanart#acosf
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Below Deck: Prythian Commission
Captain Azriel and chief stew Gwyn. I commissioned this beautiful piece by @sophielouisedraws (find her on instagram) for my fan fiction Below Deck: Prythian. She is such an extremely talented and incredibly kind artist.
Repost allowed after two days (19/10/2023) with credit to the artist and permission by me.
I’m obsessed with the reality tv show and who doesn’t want captain Azriel in their life?
Read if you like: age gap, enemies to lovers, forbidden romance, forced proximity, second chance romance.
✨excerpt from chapter three:
Two scarred hands held her tight.
Wind softly blew through Azriel’s obsidian strands and Gwyn couldn’t help herself, as her hands moved to join the wind.
Time seemed to still as their eyes found each other.
Breaking the silence, Azriel declared “I’m here now.
And somehow those words were missing in her soul.
I’m here now.
A breath of connection swept throughout her body, cleansing everything that was, to make space for all that was meant to be.
Him and her.
A smile as big as the setting sun illuminated her face.
Home.
#gwynriel#gwyn x azriel#acotar fanfiction#gwynriel fanart#gwynriel fic#gwynrielcommission#azriel shadowsinger#gwyn acosf#gwyneth berdara#acotar#a court of silver flames#acotar alternate universe#ao3 fanfic
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Part One Here
It was only a couple of days before his shadow zoomed into his room to alert him that Gwyn was speaking with Bryaxis. It was the middle of the night, and Azriel grumbled as he pulled on his leathers. One of the rare instances where he’d been dead asleep, and Gwyn had to inadvertently ruin it. He made his way into the library, and weaved through the stacks, Gwyn’s voice becoming louder and louder. Azriel silently hid in the shadows, wondering what was so important that it must be spoken of in the middle of the night.
“Do you sleep at all?” he heard her ask. After a moment in which Bryaxis must have responded, he heard her say, “Well, I suppose in some ways that’s lucky. You get to avoid the issues I have.” She was silent for a moment. “What you said… about my… mate… how did you know?”
Azriel felt his eyebrows raise. Gwyn had a mate? Since when? If Bryaxis spoke of it, perhaps that’s what surprised her the last time. There was an uncomfortable feeling in Azriel’s chest as he thought of Gwyn having a mate, though he couldn’t explain why, exactly.
“I think I knew when I first saw him, though there was… a lot happening,” she was saying. “But I’ve never told anyone before. I thought maybe I was mistaken.” Her voice was soft. “No, I don’t wish it weren’t so. He’s a good male. Strong and kind.” She paused, listening, and chuckled. “Well, maybe you don’t think so, and I could certainly see why.” The longer Azriel stood there, eavesdropping, the more bizarre the conversation became. And the longer he stood there, the more that uncomfortable feeling in his chest grew. And a piece of him was almost offended for the unknown male. A mating bond was sacred. Why wouldn’t Gwyn tell this male? He became more agitated before deciding he was done for the night. He stepped from the shadows, and saw Gwyn whirl around to see him. She turned back to the pit. “Looks like our visit is over tonight.” She softly laughed again. “I’ll make sure to sing louder for you next time.” She walked towards Azriel, eyes sparkling. He crossed his arms over his chest, cutting an imposing figure.
“We talked about this, Gwyn.” His voice was low.
“You mean you talked, Shadowsinger. No one said I agreed.” He let out his breath in a huff. “How long have you been here?”
“Long enough,” he said.
She tilted her head at him. “You seem… vexed with me, Shadowsinger. Moreso than usual.” Azriel said nothing, turning to escort her back to the dormitories. “You can tell me, you know. Honesty is the best policy and all that.”
Damn him, Azriel couldn’t control it. The words were going to fly out of his mouth whether he wished them to or not. He stopped in the middle of the aisle and turned to her, seeing her waiting face. “You have a mate. Why won’t you tell him? Those bonds… those bonds are rare, and sacred. Don’t you think he deserves to know?”
He felt Gwyn’s eyes on him, studying him. He could almost feel her weighing her words carefully. “There are many reasons I haven’t chosen to divulge the information yet, Azriel.” The use of his given name struck him. She hadn’t used it before. It sounded less like a curse, and more like a caress coming from her. “Some reasons are mine, and mine alone, and maybe I will tell him one day. But I can say,” she took a deep breath, “I have it on good authority that he cares for another. I respect him enough to allow his choices, and I refuse to be chosen solely because of a bond. I’d rather be loved.” Her words struck him in the heart. It was everything he wanted, needed Elain to say and to practice. He needed Elain to want to choose to be loved, to choose him. Gwyn cracked a small smile. “Besides, I’ve met him and he is otherworldly. And I’m just me. He needs someone who he can be proud of.” Gwyn started walking past him, leaving him speechless. This female… he couldn’t figure her out. People were easy to unravel. They were easy to manipulate, to discover inner motives. But not Gwyn. She was a puzzle to him and with each new piece he handed her, he found something new to wonder over.
“Gwyn,” he called, striding to catch up to her. She looked up at him. “Any male would be lucky to have you as his mate. And if they aren’t proud to have you, they’re not worth your time.” The dazzling smile Azriel received lit something in his heart.
“Thank you, Shadowsinger.” She smiled, and something in him softened to know he put that smile on her face.
“Now will you please stop talking to Bryaxis? I don’t trust that it won’t betray you and try to take you.” Gwyn laughed, though what was so funny he had no idea.
“Bryaxis and I came to an agreement. If I sing while I work, Bryaxis will be content. I won’t have to go near the pit, Shadowsinger.” He felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He had wrestled Bryaxis back into the pit; he knew what Bryaxis could do, the harm it could cause, if provoked. And he wanted Gwyn nowhere near that sort of danger. “I can make my way from here, Shadowsinger. I need to shelve a few books anyways,” Gwyn said.
“Alright,” Azriel said softly. “Goodnight, Gwyneth.”
“Goodnight, Shadowsinger,” she replied, making her way through the stacks to her books, leaving Azriel to make his way out of the library, pondering the strange feeling Gwyn left him with. A few words and she could coax a smile from him without his notice, or cause his heart to stop in his chest just by having a conversation with a creature. Azriel wasn’t an outwardly emotive male. Inwardly, he felt everything, but a childhood of torture had taught him to effectively wear a mask. One that, somehow, Gwyn made him feel was unnecessary.
#gwyn x az#gwyneth berdara#gwyn x azriel#gwynriel#bryaxis#gwynriel fic#i cant decide if i want to write full fic of this
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My Gwynriel Weeks 2024 Masterlist
I can't believe I did ALL THIS. Thank you to everyone who has reacted to my posts and to @gwynrielweeksofficial for being so amazing. ❤️❤️❤️
Day 1 Firsts - She Did It First
Gwyn musters up the courage to kiss the Shadowsinger.
Day 2 - Complementary
Moodboard/Drabble
Day 3 Confessions - A Confession or Two
Azriel is nervous about something important that he has to tell Gwyn.
Day 4 - Warriors
Moodboard
Day 5 Domestic Life - Hold Me Tighter
Gwyn finds comfort in the arms of Azriel after she has a nightmare.
Day 6 Mates - Humming of the Heart
More than a year after what happened at Sangravah, Gwyn finally finds the courage to meet with her saviour and reveal a secret that she has been carrying with her.
Day 7 - Healing
Art by @conebrain
Day 8 Poetry - Comfortable Love
A poem by Carolyn Devonshire
Day 9 Music - A Gwynriel lazy Sunday
Moodboard
Day 10 Theories - Gwyn & the shadows
Day 11 Alternate Universe - Playing with Propriety
Feeling restless, Gwyn watches the rain from inside the library at Rosehall. When she is unexpectedly joined by Azriel, she realises that perhaps her dear friend could be the one to answer the question that has been plaguing her mind and keeping her from sleep. - Regency AU
Day 12 NSFW - Let My Face Be Your Throne
A smutty fic written in response to the ask - Imagine Azriel saying "Let my face be your throne."
Day 13 Secret Lovely Beauty - All These Little Things
Drabble of Gwyn thinking about the little things about Azriel that make her happy.
Day 14 Free Day - A New Baby
Catrin finds a baby in their backyard and tries to convince Azriel and Gwyn to keep it.
#Another year another great Gwynriel Weeks#All the content this year has been mind-blowing#Cheers to Gwynriel 🥂#gwynriel#gwynriel weeks 2024#gwynrielweeksofficial#gwynrielweeks2024#azriel x gwyn#gwyn x azriel#gwyneth berdara#gwyn berdara#azriel shadowsinger#azriel#pro gwynriel#gwynriel fanfiction#gwynriel fic#gwynriel supremacy
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Just a Favor | pt 4 | Gwynriel
✦ Warnings: all fluff
✦ Word Count: 1.4k
✦ AO3 Link
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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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Prompt: Alternate Universe - @gwynrielweeksofficial
Gwynriel AU: Superhero Edition
#gwynriel, #GwynrielAU
1. Spider Az and Gwynnie Jane Berdara
#SpiderAzandGwynnieJaneBerdara
OR...
2. Spider Gwyn and Az Morales
#SpiderGwynandAzMorales
OR...
3. Batgirl Gwyn and Nightwing Az
#BatgirlGwynandNightwingAz
Choose Your Fave!
Spider Az and Gwynnie Jane Berdara
Spider Gwyn and Az Morales
Batgirl Gwyn and Nightwing Az
**obvi.. credit to Marvel and DC comics and the artists who have expanded on their characters represented here. #stanlee #queensforever
#gwynriel#gwyn x azriel#azriel x gwyn#gwyneth berdara#gwynriel fanart#gwynriel fic#gwynriel weeks 2024#gwynrielweeks2024#pro gwynriel#azriel shadowsinger#GwynrielAU#SpiderAzandGwynnieJaneBerdara#SpiderGwynandAzMorales#BatgirlGwynandNightwingAz
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Azriel the entire time Truth-Teller was away
#crescent city#cc hofas#house of flame and shadow#gwyneth berdara#azriel x gwyn#gwynriel#pro gwynriel#gwynriel headcanon#gwyn berdara#gwynriel fic#nesta archeron#pro gwyn#house of wind gang
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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
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
#gwynriel#gwyn berdara#azriel#little red riding hood AU#pro gwynriel#gwynrielweeks2024#azriel x gwyn#gwyneth berdara#azriel shadowsinger#gwynriel fic#gwynriel art#gwynriel fanart#gwynriel weeks 2024
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Happy Valentine’s day! Here’s to celebrating the wonderful ship that is Gwynriel🥰
Art by @brielyasmin
Comm by @freyjas-musings
No reposts!
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Halfbreeds
My contribution for Gwynriel weeks2024 is this Gwynsand/dark!Gwyn fanfic. Please enjoy this extra moody first chapter now available on Ao3. Chapter 2 to come tomorrow!
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Rhysand waited patiently in his office in the House of Wind for the next witness to arrive.
He’d been hearing testimonies from the priestesses of Sangravah all day.
Well, a few of them. Only the ones who had volunteered to relive the nightmares that had transpired, all in exchange for the chance they may get a morsel of justice.
The heavy oak door opened, and Clotho came striding into the warmly lit office, another unfamiliar acolyte behind her. With a gnarled hand, she gestured to the high-backed sitting chair in front of Rhysand’s mahogany desk.
The acolyte gave Clotho a hollow smile, nodding in confirmation that she could leave her alone with the High Lord.
With a bow of her head, Clotho retreated, the door clicking shut behind her.
Rhys took a moment to perceive the female before him. She had pin straight coppery hair, tucked behind her pointed ears. Her face was smattered with caramel colored freckles that contrasted starkly against her sallow complexion.
No doubt Sangravah had taken its toll on her.
She gave Rhys that same empty smile she’d given Clotho. The expression did not meet her large, teal eyes, the skin beneath them bearing bruise-like smudges. He recognized the expression. He’d worn it plenty of times after he’d returned from Under the Mountain. It was the smile he donned when he could feel the phantom scratch of Amarantha’s nails, the echo of her gluttonous moans.
Rhys returned the priestess’s polite smile, shoving his ghosts to the back of his mind. He leaned his elbows on his desk, trying to appear at ease. “Let’s get introductions out of the way. My name is Rhysand, I am High Lord of the Night Court.”
“Acolyte Gwyneth Berdara, formerly of the Temple of Sangravah,” she replied primly although her voice was slightly hoarse.
Rhys arched a brow attempting to keep things conversational. “Gwyneth Berdara? You’re one of the priestesses who have accepted postage at The House of Wind.”
He’d given all the acolytes from Sangravah two options upon their relocating. A post: serving in the House of Wind with a private room in the library dormitories, including access to regular counseling sessions; or passage: an escort to their family or friends after assessment by healers.
The choice was theirs.
Most of this particular lot accepted passage, with only ten requesting a post.
One of those ten, being Gwyneth Berdara.
“I look forward to beginning my service,” Gwyneth said with a slight bow of her head. There was a faint glimmer in her eyes, one that hadn’t been there before. “If there has been one bit of hope in the past week, it’s that I may do some good in the High Lord’s name.”
The way she spoke wasn’t as though she wished to appease him, but not insincere. It was almost admiring, yet bashful. Like speaking to your greatest hero, or happening upon your most respected artist. He would gladly receive her praise if it alleviated the weight of the ghosts bearing down on her.
As though sensing his assessment, Gwyn’s cheeks pinkened. “I’m just very familiar with your policies in Velaris and the work you’ve done for the females of Illyria. Not to mention the orphans of the Capital cities.”
Rhys smiled, heat blooming in his own cheeks at the enthusiasm in her reply. “I wasn’t aware anyone was monitoring my policies.”
“I have been,” Gwyn said. A beat passed, then, “I specialized in the care of the orphans at Sangravah. And my twin and I are— were nymphs.”
He heard the unspoken words in the latter-half of the sentence.
‘I’m a halfbreed too.’
He shrugged his shoulders. “Genetic status is irrelevant in the Velaris—“
“Thanks to you,” Gwyneth finished, then ducked her head, seemingly embarrassed. “My lord.”
Right, well, perhaps she’d be comfortable enough to discuss her thoughts on his policies with him in a few years. Once she’d acclimated. If she had positive opinions, she’d certainly have negative ones, and it had been a long time since someone who didn’t know Rhys intimately had critiqued him.
“Well, I appreciate you volunteering for both the library and this interview, Priestess,” Rhysand said. “May I explain how you will be giving your testimony?”
Gwyneth bobbed her head, that broken smile resurfacing on her lips.
Rhysand explained how he intended to utilize his daemati magic to view the events of her memories from the attack on Sangravah. He’d then use the information he found to look for any familiar faces or weak points in their enemy’s defenses.
“If the use of my gift gives you pause, I’ll happily take a verbal account,” Rhys finished.
Gwyneth’s mouth was pressed in a flat line, all color drained from her face. “Which is more helpful?”
Rhys felt his stomach sink. What she had lived through had to be too traumatic to recount verbally, especially with so little time to process whatever had occurred.
At least using his daemati magic, Rhysand would be sifting through her mind alone, with her no wiser as to the contents he was making note of.
“Strictly speaking, mental accounts are more reliable and while most invasive, require you to remember less details. Those who choose verbal typically take issue with the intimate nature of my gifts. It’s a matter of comfortability.”
Gwyneth Berdara nodded, chewing her lower lip, then finally said, “I’d rather you get as much detail as possible to apprehend the responsible parties. I trust you to use your abilities honorably.”
Rhys dipped his head. “While your trust is not misplaced, Priestess, I appreciate it all the same. If you could just–”
“On one condition, please, my lord.”
His brows rose at the distressed creases lining her forehead, indicating it had taken great courage for her to speak up. He nodded for her to continue.
“I would ask,” Gwyneth began, “that whatever you see does not alter the way you have regarded me since I entered this office. I’ve… I’ve had enough pity.”
Rhys felt a frown tug at the corners of his lips. He knew all about pity. To his knowledge, many priestesses and children had seen immeasurable horrors during the attacks. Morrigan and Azriel had plenty of accounts they’d relayed with somber eyes while nursing their respective glasses of alcohol.
“On my word as High Lord of the Night Court, you will have no pity from me, Gwyneth Berdara.”
On my word as someone who has had his fill of pity as well…
Gwyneth’s answering smile was feeble and forced, but true. “Then we may proceed. Tell me what is needed of me.”
Rhys instructed the priestess to relax as best she could and close her eyes. She may feel a slight probing within her skull, and if at any point she did not wish to continue, she need only say so. Verbally or mentally, he would pick up on her request and withdraw immediately.
She had no questions, only took a steeling breath and leaned back in her seat, folding her hands neatly in her lap. Her eyes slid shut, lips pressed in a tight line once more. “I’m ready,” she said softly.
Rhysand concentrated on her, carefully setting aside his sympathies. Only when her shoulders relaxed did he close his own eyes, and dive in.
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