E/riels brag about how Azriel gave Elain Truth-teller as if she takes it everywhere with herself, polish and sharpen the blade daily and hugs it while she sleeps.

Y'all know she gave it back, right?

Just like she returned the necklace as well.

Can we all just... sit here and appreciate this first kiss art by @/that_starborn_fae on Instagram?!?!

HAPPY GWYNRIEL WEEKS, INDEED!

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I knew there was something between Gwyn and Azriel before I even read the bonus chapter, the bonus chapter just confirmed my thoughts, and the last paragraph confirmed them as endgame for me.

Azriel’s Camera Roll 📸

@gwynrielweeksofficial - Free Day

This was such a fun event! I wish that I could have participated more, but I LOVED seeing all of the wonderful art pieces and amazing fics that were written. Thank you to all of the artists, writers, & commissioners out there 🩵

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.

Cassian: Gwyn has green eyes right?

Azriel: Gwyn’s eyes are blue with a hint of light blue when the light hits just right.

Cassian: And when was the last time she smiled?

Azriel: Last night at 12:03 am.

Cassian: Right, and when’s my birthday?

Azriel:

Cassian: When’s my birthday, Az?

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 ;)

´´You´re the new ribbon Az´´

Gwynriel.

The thought of academic rivals Gwynriel keeps me up at night

A Court of Scars and Shadows | Official Artwork

Warning: NSFW

To celebrate ACOSAS hitting 20,000 reads on Ao3, I have commissioned a piece of spicy Gwynriel art from artist @kri_stasss_ inspired by Chapter 25: The Night and His Star. 

*No reposts allowed, please respect and adhere to this decision.* 

Read the chapter this artwork was inspired by here on Ao3

I cannot speak highly enough of @kri_stasss_ the incredible artist behind this work, who has put so much detail and love into every inch of this commission. She is a true talent and I can’t wait to commission more from her. 

The uncensored version of this image, is now available via my linktree. 

Of the many, many reasons why Gwynriel is just... Perfect:

Gwyn never flinches when Azriel's touching her cause she knows it's him because of his scarred skin.

Azriel learns to love his hands for he knows Gwyn loves them and enjoys watching his scarred skin against Gwyn's freckled one.

*chef's kiss for this beautiful ship*

Another incredible Day 4 - Warriors piece by @/jjflorentina on Instagram

Commissioned by @/readsof_luna and @/melphsreads

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SJM’s interview (Nov 2020). Two months before acosf release.

Q: What characteristics do you feel make an enticing love interest in a book?

A: They need their own history and be able to challenge their romantic partner in some way. there has be conflict or a spark, There has to be an initial chemistry/spark with their partner. Sarah enjoys writing banter so much she wrote a whole scene in Crescent City (that was cut).

*We of course know the history they share, but I wouldn’t be talking about this one*

“be able to challenge their romantic partner”

Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright, “What do we get if we finish the course?”Az’s shadows danced around him. “Since there’s no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn’t bother to get a prize.” Boos sounded. Gwyn lifted her chin in challenge. “We look forward to proving you wrong.”

Gwyn threw Azriel a withering stare as she strode past him. “See you tomorrow, Shadowsinger,” she tossed over a shoulder.

“Remember how Gwyn was with the ribbon?” Nesta winked and clapped the shadowsinger on the shoulder. “You’re the new ribbon, Az.”

Gwyn to push her group harder. She wanted to be the first. Wanted Nesta and Emerie and her to be the ones who wiped the smirks from Azriel’s and Cassian’s faces. Especially Azriel’s.

Acosf ch 60

“there has be conflict or a spark”

“She deserves something as beautiful as this. I thank you for the joy it shall bring to her.” Something sparked in Azriel's chest,

Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly.

“Banter”

“ Literally the whole bonus scene “duh.

Modern Gwynriel 📸

Gwyn: Shadowsinger, we tried things your way. Now it's my time.

Azriel: No, we didn't?

Gwyn: I did it in my head and it obviously didn't work!

Nesta: Can we talk from one Gwyn stan, to another?

Azriel: I'm her mate, but continue.