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shitwillnotbegiven · 5 days

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Hi! This is the third time that the antis took to sjm’s Pinterest board to down play Elriel. If I were them, I wouldn’t trust SJM’S Pinterest board, seeing as how it was made 8 years ago. It’s funny how mor and Azriel was on there. Elucien was on there as well. And then the Gwynriels took to her Pinterest board thinking that the mermaids on there were eluding to SJM doing a retelling of the little mermaid featuring Gwyn and Azriel. None of those three examples of what’s on her Pinterest board align with the direction the books are taking. And I think it means something, that SJM ditched her Pinterest board inspo after acowar was written.

Do you think I am on to something, that the antis need to stop reciting everything on SJM’S Pinterest because it doesn’t align with the books.

Looking at Sjm's pinterest is fun and all, but they don't erase the books. Sjm used it as inspiration, but that's about it. Some things may be used in the books, and some may not.

The same way they can take some pins and say the couple they ship is endgame, Elriels can do the same 🤗 :

Look at this Elriel coded pins Sjm saved back in the day 😍 (Sleeping beauty theory, i love you 😘) :

If you look at Sjm's old posts here on tumblr, you'll see that she shared a lot of Chaolena art. Did that mean they were endgame ? No 💞. She enjoys her readers' artwork, so unless she puts the built-up in the book, i will not worry about what other people say 😊.

One thing i find very funny is that some of the pins that they shared, aren't really Eluc*en coded 😆.

This one, per example, is clearly Vassien :

"Especially not with Lucien on the continent, hunting that enchanted queen. A bird of flame … and a lord of fire. I wondered if they’d found each other yet."

Acowar - Chapter 47

And the way they shared the Blodeuwedd pin without even understanding the implications and similarities with Elain and her arc is absolutely hilarious 😂 :

Blodeuwedd, the goddess who chose another instead of the man she was made for 😱.

Talking about the mermaid pins, they were in the Stories Kernels board, not the Acotar one, if i remember correctly, and that board was used for all of her series. If we pay attention, Tharion is much closer to a little mermaid retelling than any other character in Sjm's books.

Apparently, this was one of the pins in said board, and im my opinion, this is very lightsinger coded 👀 :

“There are lightsingers: lovely, ethereal beings who will lure you, appearing as friendly faces when you are lost. Only when you’re in their arms will you see their true faces, and they aren’t fair at all. The horror of it is the last thing you see before they drown you in the bog. But they kill for sport, not food.”

Acosf - Chapter 32

All in all, i am enjoying all the effort they are putting right now because they know the end is near and it's not looking good for them.

#elriel #anon ask

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julemmaes · 11 months

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“hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters

- the other notices so they pull them into a hug, smiling as they just watch them melt”

For gwynriel or nessian??? 💕💕💕

Keep them coming girl I'm having so much fun with these ones you have no idea. I also reblogged some others posts with prompt if you need inspo, but feel free to continue really

This can be considered a part two to the previous prompt you sent, but can be read separately

Word count: ~2k

Azriel was tired.

No, he corrected himself mentally, "tired" wasn't even beginning to explain the exhaustion binding his bones. Or how he felt like his eyes could pop out of their sockets at any minute with how swollen and read they were.

Surely staying in the pool the entire afternoon and swimming underwater without any goggles hadn't been the smartest option, but the surprised wows and oohs coming from Nyx whenever he opened his eyes and looked at him had been enough to convince him it was worth it.

Now, he wasn't so sure anymore.

Everyone was crammed in Rhysand and Feyre's huge kitchen—not that anything else in their summer villa could be considered anything but—and he was keeping to himself in the corner that faced the backyard, in case he needed a fast escape plan.

He loved his family, he truly did. But they could be a bit too much from time to time, and now that his only excuse to avoid adult interactions had been put to sleep, he felt like he had to find another way lest people started approaching him.

He sighed to himself, sipping his wine as he cracked another peanut in his fist.

There was another person in the room that could make this less miserable for him, but he really didn't want to pull her out of that bright bubble of laughter that surrounded her.

Azriel looked to the side, glancing at Gwyn.

She was sitting on the edge of the kitchen island closer to him, her hands tucked under her thighs and her naked legs dangling. She was only wearing her bikini bottom and one of his dark blue sweaters and her hair were like a fire avalanche of beauty.

She was stunning.

And he was the luckiest piece of shit ever.

His girlfriend turned his way, tilting her head to the side as if sensing his gaze on her. She flashed him the whitest and brightest smile she could and his heart sunk. She squinted and her freckled nose wrinkled in that adorable way of hers.

He was so lucky.

She frowned slightly, her smile still in place, as if to ask him if everything was okay. He nodded tiredly, assuring her he was good and after a few beats where she observed him attentively, she nodded in turn, convinced, and went back to whatever they were discussing.

He suppressed a smile and hid his chin in his shirt, hoping no one was looking at him and would catch him simping over his love.

When he went to take another swing from his glass and noticed it was empty he huffed, annoyed. And although he was already a bit tipsy and he knew he shouldn't be drinking with how weary he was, he risked his peace to go and retrieve a refill.

He walked slowly to the center of the kitchen, brushing a finger down Gwyn's leg and moving further before she could stop him. He sidestepped Emerie and Mor, who were sitting on the countertop, legs intertwined together, hands on each other. Mor was kissing her fiancée's jaw and Emerie seemed completely oblivious to it as she kept talking.

"All I'm saying is that this house is already big enough," she laughed, dumbfounded. "You definitely don't need to add more rooms or another gazebo, the one you have is perfectly fine."

Cassian snorted, throwing snacks in his mouth like they hadn't just finished a five course meal.

"But wouldn't it be nice if in, let's say, a few years, when everyone starts having kids, they could have their own smaller, cozier gazebo?" Feyre said, leaning with her elbows on the island.

A choking sound cracked the beautiful picture Feyre had been trying to paint, and Cassian started coughing, spitting crumbles and munched up food everywhere. Nesta, standing right next to him, looked at him with such a disgusted face that Azriel had to chuckle.

Elain patted him on the back until he was breathing normally again and at this point, Azriel was wondering how not everyone had caught up on what was going on.

He shook his head as he poured red blood wine in his glass and kept silent as he made his way to Gwyn's side, trying as much as he could to hide behind his girlfriend's frame.

"You good?" Nesta asked her husband, eyeing him with calculated calm.

His brother cleared his throat one last time before nodding.

Azriel noticed Rhysand holding back his own laugh, trying to hide his smirk in his cup of coffee. That was interesting.

So Cassian had told him. Making a quick sweep of the entire room, only Lucien seemed to be in on their secret, considering how shitty of a job he was doing at pretending he wasn't laughing, too.

Bad, bad choice, had his brother made. If Nesta found out Cassian had told so many people, she would have him by the balls. And Rhysand owed him fifty bucks.

"Anyway," Feyre clapped her hands, "I really, really want to build a smaller version of the one we already have."

Azriel tuned her out then, not really caring for this topic and decided to focus on the feather touch caresses his girlfriend was trailing down his forearm.

She did that all the time.

Gwyn unconsciously touched him everywhere. All. The fucking. Time. Didn't matter where they were, what they were doing, who they were with, his girl found a way to have her soft, delicate, slender fingers on him.

And he loved every second of it, but he wanted more.

With his mind fogged by the alcohol and the throb in his head due to the extended time spent with his family, all he needed was a bed and his girlfriend in his arms, but he would never pull her from this place unless she asked him to leave.

And he definitely wouldn't initiate any kind of pda. He had tried, many and many times again, to be the kind of person who could just sweep their lover into their arms and cover them in kisses in front of a room full of people. Unfortunately, he wasn't comfortable with being the one to seek out his partners for fear they would feel forced to accept what he was offering in front of others. So he waited, and waited.

And waited for Gwyn to do more than just brush the tips of her fingers up and down his arm, but she wasn't even looking at him, her back to his chest—and she wasn't even leaning on him.

He brushed the fabric of his sweater, down to the hem of it and tugged slightly. When his girlfriend suddenly laughed he sucked in his breath and moved his hand away, tucking it in the pocket of his shorts.

Stupid man, just touch her.

She'd told him so many times she wanted him to. That she needed him to touch her, even in front of their friends.

He counted to ten and then chickened out again, deciding to go with his trademark request for affection.

He pinched her sleeve and tugged with a bit more strength than before. Gwyn's head shriveled his way and then looked down at his hand, still clasped around the shirt. The corner of her lips curled and then she scoffed, pulling her hand free from under her thigh.

She silently opened her legs, turning more his way but still keeping her attention on the conversation. Azriel knew it was so the other's wouldn't catch up on their actions, so he didn't take it at heart.

Not anymore at least. The first time she'd appeared this disinterested in their affection he'd fallen down a rabbit hole of insecurities and fears that had lasted days.

He took his rightful place in between her legs, letting his hands travel under his shirt and around her naked waist, pulling her closer to him. With her sitting so high from the ground, his head reached just below her chin and when her fingers laced in his hair, she pushed his face right between her covered breasts. Her legs tied around his hips.

He sighed.

Heaven.

His thumbs were drawing circles right above her butt cheeks, where they were safely concealed by the sweater and that was the only sign he hadn't yet fallen asleep. Even though he didn't deem the chance of that too impossible, with the humming rumbling in her chest and the light scratches on his scalp.

Azriel closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose, enjoying their scents mixed together. The remnants of sunscreen on her skin, the perfume of her chamomile shampoo, the faint aroma of the cherries she'd been eating all night long.

He loved her.

The head massage she was giving him suddenly stopped and he felt her voice in his very brain when she whispered in his hair, "Are you tired, love?"

He loved when she called him that.

He nodded, "Dead."

She mockingly gasped, quiet enough just for him to hear and then two fingers pressed lightly on his neck. He chuckled, not moving from his position.

"Nuh-uh," Gwyn murmured, "still very much alive."

His only answer was a groan.

She shifted and her legs released him, and the cold that hit him shocked him enough that he moved away from her. Her hands fell to his shoulders and when he looked up at her, she was smiling down at him.

That fucking smile was going to be his death.

Without taking her eyes off of him, Gwyn announced to the room, "I'm taking my big boy to bed. He needs sleep."

Azriel started shaking his head, ready to complain they could stay and force himself through another hour of this torment if it made her happy, but her hands were on his cheeks and she was kissing him before he could open his mouth.

Hoots and hollers rose from the others and Gwyn laughed in the kiss, forcing him to part from her, but he smiled nonetheless.

He didn't deign his family of a goodbye before his girlfriend dragged him out of the kitchen and up to their room, where he finally stripped and laid down for the night.

Gwyn crawled in bed after him, after having changed into just a pair of slips. They both slept naked at home, and they weren't about to change their habits just because they were on holiday.

She curled around him, chest to chest, their legs finding their way to intricate without making it uncomfortable. Gwyn left a kiss on his collarbone before tilting her head back and looking him in the eyes, leaving another incredibly soft kiss on his chin.

He was having the hardest time keeping his eyes opened, and he only managed to brush his lips against hers before sleep overtook him.

#gwyneth berdara #azriel #gwynriel fluff #side nessian #side feysand #side emorie #acotar #acotar fic

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nikethestatue · 4 days

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About the Elucien timeline that was posted here on tumblr, I think it is proof that the eluciens based their ship on what SJM said and did with her Pinterest board. I still feel like it’s proof that Elriel will ultimately win the ship war because both eluciens and gywnriels mostly based their ship on SJM’S Pinterest boards, not the books themselves. It was the “little mermaid retelling” from the Gwynriels based on a Pinterest board, now the eluciens think SJM will definitely commit to Elucien because of a Pinterest board from 2016.

It seems to me that we are the only ship who isn’t going by a Pinterest board. SJM’S mind can be changed, and Pinterest boards are just inspiration to me until it is in the books. But you what doesn’t change? The books. That’s why elriels will win this shipwar. We have the books as hardcore evidence. It feels great to be an Elriel. ❤️

I also think it’s super dangerous to base assumptions about the books on what an author takes as inspo.

Visual representation is really important for inspiration but it’s not where the book is going to be about. I actually think it’s kind of ridiculous when people do that.

I think in general SJM has MANY ideas and she doesn’t even implement all of them. She probably truly writes 10% of what she thinks .

I feel like they need way more by way of ‘proof’ than 8 year old Pinterest boards or an FB q&a from 2017.

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dawneternal · 26 days

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Just a Favor | pt 8 | Gwynriel

✦ Notes: thinking about Jules in that one episode of Euphoria "Are you talking to your mama about me?"

Find the inspo for Gwyn's ring here

And if you missed it, I drew Gwyn waiting for Azriel in chapter six! Link to post

✦ Warnings: all fluff. Lil suggestiveness at the end.

✦ Word Count: 1k (Sorry it's a short one again)

✦ Masterlist

✦ AO3 Link

Azriel lay awake sometime in the early morning, soft light creeping through the windows, Gwyn curled against his side. She looked so cuddly like this, wearing nothing but his shirt (even though she had packed pajamas of her own). She murmured something in her sleep and tucked herself further into him, resting her head on his chest. His heart warmed, glowing bright and golden, and he swallowed the desire to stroke his thumb along the freckles of her cheekbone.

A few warning stars twinkled in his vision, and then Rhys's voice drifted into his thoughts.

How's it going, brother?

She made me sourdough bread, Az responded. He hoped he didn’t sound as dreamy and lovesick as he felt.

I heard, Rhys said, and Az could hear the grin in it. The cabin still standing?

None of your business, Az said, albeit half-hearted.

I'll leave you be, brother, Rhysand chuckled, I picked up your order. Sending it over, now.

Thank you, Rhys.

Always. I'm happy for you, Azriel.

Then the High Lord's presence was gone from his mind. With a snap and a spark, a silver box appeared on the nightstand, tied with white ribbon. Azriel's heart leapt into his throat and he resisted the urge to reach for it. He didn't want to wake Gwyn. She had admitted that, between making her decision and baking bread and getting ready, she had not gotten much sleep the night before.

So he let her rest. He pressed the softest kiss he could manage to the top of her head and wrapped his arm around her. In her comfort and safety, he found his eyes closing, too.

Gwyn woke late in the morning, closer to lunchtime than breakfast. She almost panicked, but then she remembered that there was no training to rush to and no Cassian to scold her for being late.

It was strange to wake up with her body flush against another. Azriel radiated warmth, his breathing soft and steady. She studied him for a moment, his messy black curls sticking up in all directions, his long lashes fluttering as he slept. The rush of love she felt was monumental, and she tried to shield it from the bond to keep from waking him. She knew that he rarely got enough sleep and she planned on changing that.

A silver glimmer caught her eye - a little box on the nightstand. She glanced at Azriel again, wondering how it had gotten there. She was sure she felt his arms around her all night.

Gently, she pulled away from him and sat up. He stayed asleep, though he let out a little sound, like his absence pained her.

Gwyn reached for the box, just to examine. It was tied with a lovely white ribbon, a tag hanging from it.

Shadowsinger, it was a pleasure to complete this order for you. I hope that your mate enjoys your gift.

Curiosity got the best of her. She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she untied the ribbon, quickly and quietly. She opened the box just a touch, enough to peak inside and find another glimmer of silver and something blue.

“Hey,” Azriel's croaky voice startled her and she jumped.

She turned to him with a sheepish grin, revealing the box in her hands.

“Busybody,” Az chuckled. He sat up beside her and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Well, open it.”

Gwyn lifted the lid and revealed two rings. A silver band carved with a pattern of Illyrian tattoos and stars, one tiny blue gem tucked into the pattern. The other had a glittering sapphire, cut into an oval and wreathed with tendrils of silver and tiny stars with diamonds in their centers. Her breath caught in her throat. They were so beautifully made, the blue matching Azriel's siphons perfectly.

“I know it's kind of a human thing to have rings,” Azriel said, and she could hear the nervousness in his voice, “But my mother gave me a pair of her earrings, and she wanted me to have them made into rings. She always admired that tradition. And I couldn't say no.”

“Your mother?” Gwyn breathed, turning to him with tears shining in her eyes.

“Yes,” He said softly, studying her expression, “I was going to ask if you'd like to meet her, soon. She really wants to meet you.”

“You told her about me?” Gwyn croaked, a tear spilling over. Azriel reached out and swiped it away.

“Are these happy tears?” He asked, brows knit together.

“I just,” Gwyn cleared her throat, “I didn't realize I would also be gaining a mother.”

Azriel's heart twisted in his chest and he reached to grab her hand and hold it tight.

“She's going to love you and she's going to spoil you,” He smiled, “I guarantee it.”

Gwyn smiled at him and wiped away the rest of the tears.

“These are beautiful,” She said, pulling the band out with her free hand. She untangled their fingers and slid the ring into his finger. Of course, he'd paid to have them enchanted so they'd fit perfectly.

Azriel had to admit that it helped his opinion of his hands to wear that reminder of her. Something pretty, gifted by his mother, symbolizing his mate.

He returned the favor, pulling out her delicate ring and sliding it into her ring finger.

“Now we have something even Feyre and Rhys don't have,” He flashed a mischievous grin.

“I'm never taking it off,” Gwyn said, holding her hand up to the light to admire the shining gemstone.

“What about training?” He intertwined their fingers again, rings clinking against each other.

“I'll wear it on a chain,” She said, leaning in to rest her forehead on his.

“Will you wear it in the library?”

“Do you think I would willingly miss out on making Merrill jealous?”

“Will you wear it when your hand is wrapped around my-”

“Find out, shadowsinger,” She grinned, and all else was forgotten.

#gwynriel fic #gwynriel fanfic #gwynriel fanfiction #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyneth x azriel #azriel x gwyn #azriel x gwyneth #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara #gwyn acotar #azriel acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger

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emeriethevalkyriegirl · 1 year

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A Morning with the Nessian Family

Inspo: @sunshinebingo Go see her Gwynriel version. This is for @nestaarcheronweek

6:30am

Nesta and Cassian were early risers. They been that way since they had their five daughters. Cassandra, Silvia, Nora, Angelia, and Matilda. Cassandra, Silvia, and Nora were triplets while their younger sisters were twins. Having to wake up this early meant either one of the two things. One, one of the twins (or both) were crying. Or two, it was time for the triplets to go to school.

Nesta heard her husband’s alarm clock go off from his side of the bed and felt him move his arm to turn it off. “Please tell me it’s daylight savings and we get to sleep for 2 more hours.” Nesta heard Cassian groan as he rolled over on his back and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Nesta gave him a sleepy-like giggle. “If only that were the case. What day is it today?” she asked as she grabbed her phone from the nightstand and turned it on, averting her eyes from the light. “It’s...Thursday. The girls have PE today.”

“I’ll get started on the wash.” Cassian said as Nesta agreed to wake up the girls. Nesta rose from her bed along with Cassian and made her way to their daughters’ bed room. Once inside, she noticed that their room looked exactly the same as last night. Dirty. While a ton of toys on the floor and two dirty blankets that definitely belonged to Nora. Nesta went over to her eldest daughter Cassandra and lightly shook her. “Mmm, Mommy?” she said, the word ‘mommy’ always sent a soundwave of love into Nesta’s heart. “Morning sweetheart. It’s time to get ready for school.”

“But I don’t wanna. It’s too early.” Cassandra whined as Nesta laughed. “But you have PE-”

“PE!? DODGEBALL!” Cassandra screamed, fully awake as she jumped out of her bed and proceeded to wake her sister. Nesta couldn’t help but laugh at the serious 180 her daughter pulled.

6:45am

“Daddy! You promised.” Cassandra said while holding onto her black pegasus that she got for Christmas. Cassian rolled his eyes as he finished putting on his shirt. “I didn’t promise anything. You’re too young to date.”

“But I want a boyfriend.” Cassandra whined as her father sighed. Cassian walked out of his room to check on the twins, Cassandra following close behind. “Please!”

“No!”

“But Daddy!” Cassandra whined again when Cassian entered the room and noticed that his wife was already dressing up Matilda. Matilda was the only one in the family besides Nesta who didn’t have wings. Not that any of her big sisters minded. They even hoped that their other sisters won’t have wings like Matilda. Like that would ever happen...

Nesta smirked at Cassian. “Cassie, is Daddy telling you you can’t have a boyfriend?” Cassandra nodded at her mother. “Daddy thinks I’m too younger. But I’m already five.”

“Cassie’s getting a boyfriend?” Everyone looked to see Nora and Silvia popping up in front of the door way. “I wanna boyfriend.”

“Me too.”

“Me three.” A noise coming from their now awake daughter Angelia filled in with agreement, though Nesta doubt she understood the argument. Cassian looked down at his daughters as they continued to pester their father, eager to get what they want. “Um, honey?” Nesta giggled. “Alright girls, settles down. Or else you won’t get to play dodgeball at school today.” That seemed to get the girls attention as they all raced to their room to finish getting dressed.

Cassian sighed in relief. “What will I do without you?” he said as he gave Nesta a kiss on her lips. “Probably give into the cuteness of our daughters and give them a boyfriend.” Nesta answered as Cassian shuddered at the memory.

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7:15am

“Kids! Breakfast!” Cassian called from the kitchen as Nesta came down with her two twins and placed them in their high chairs. Followed behind her, Cassandra and her triplet sisters raced downstairs each fully clothes and ready for school. “Chocolate pancakes, chocolate pancakes!” They all chanted as Cassian smiled and rolled his eyes, giving each of his daughters a chocolate chip pancake. “Can Angelia and Matilda have one too?” Silvia asked as her father looked at their mother.

Angelia and Matilda started teething a couple of days ago. Making it harder for Nesta to breastfeed them. Maybe it was time for them to try solid food. Nesta nodded as Cassian smiled. “Of course they can.” he said making a small chocolate chip pancake for the twins. The twins eyes the pancake in confusion, but once Angelia had hers in her mouth, she chirped happily. Matilda did the same after eating hers.

The triplets cheered for their sisters as they continued to eat their breakfast.

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7:30am

Cassian and Nesta had just finished packing their twins bags for daycare when they heard crying coming from the girls bedroom. Cassian groaned. “I swear if those three are fighting on which shirt is which,”

“I’ll take care of it.” Nesta replied before Cassian could finish. After heading upstairs, Nesta walked into the girls’ bedroom to find Nora crying, Silvia rubbing her back, and Cassandra searching around the bedroom. “What’s wrong Nora?” Nesta asked as Nora sniffed. “I lost Mrs. Sparklemane.” Mrs. Sparklemane was the purple pegasus that she got for Christmas last year. It was her favorite plushie to play with alongside her sisters’ pegasi Silver and Death. “Well, when was the last time you’ve seen her baby?”

“I put her over there.” Nora replied pointing at their closet. It wasn’t there now. Just a pile of dirty clothes that her husband forgot to wash. Nesta sighed. “Didn’t I tell you girls to clean up last night?” she asked as Silvia nodded. “Yes Mommy.”

“This is what happens when you don’t clean girls. You loose things.”

“Can’t we just clean up now?” Cassandra asked after searching the room for her sister’s favorite toy. Nesta shook her head. “No baby, it’s time for school.” Nesta told them as Nora sniffed a bit.

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7:35am

“Alright girls, time to get in the car.” Cassian called out as only Nora sadly walked downstairs with her bookbag. Cassian was caught up to speed about what happened today so he wasn’t surprised to find his daughter walking sadly downstairs. “Hey, come on sweetie. We’ll find Mrs. Sparklemane when we get home this afternoon, okay?” Nora’s father said as Nora nodded sadly and got in the car. Nesta got in on the passanger side after strapping in her twins. “Honey, where’s Cassandra and Silvia?”

“NORA!” Both parents turned to find their daughters running towards the car and hoping inside holding their pegasus plushie. “We’re sorry we couldn’t find Mrs. Sparklemane.”

“So we wanted you to take Death and Silver.” Cassandra finished for Silvia as they placed them in Nora’s arms. Nora gasped when she felt them in her grasp. “Thanks Cassie. Thanks Silvia.” she said as her big sisters hugged their little sister. “Just give them back to us by the end of the day okay?” Cassandra said as Nora nodded in agreement

Cassian and Nesta smiled at their daughters. They did well raising those three. “Alright girls, time to get to school.”

“Wait!” The yell coming from Silvia almost startled her parents. “I have to pee.” Silvia said as she hopped out of the car and rushed straight to the bathroom. Nesta laughed as Cassian rolled his eyes as they waited for their daughter to come back.

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Bonus= 1:37pm

Nesta and Cassian walked into the principals office noticing their two eldest daughters holding a very nervous Nora as she cling onto their two pegasus plushies. Their principal looked up to see their parents. “Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Archeron.” he said as the triplet’s parents looked at the principal. “We got a call saying that our daughters were in your office. Exactly what happened today?” Nesta asked as the principal walked them through what happened.

Apparently, Cassandra, Silvia, and Nora got into a fight with another little boy about their age. The boy was with the school nurse but the triplets didn’t suffer any injuries at all. “That’s not what happened.” Silvia said as the adults turned to her. “Matthew was picking on Nora.” she said with ease as Nora flinched at his name. “Nora told him to stop but then Matthew said...�� their eldest daughter trailed off as she gestured to Nora that she should say it. Nora gulped down her fear. “Matthew told me that it’d be better if my wings were clipped. I asked him what he meant so he said, ‘Girls shouldn’t have wings at all.’”

No amount of anger burned hotter than Cassian and Nesta’s. Not only did the boy insult their daughter, he also insulted her entire heritage. Cassian and Nesta turned sharply at the principal who looked just as shocked as they were. “Did you know about this?” Nesta asked as the principal shook his head. “Where is that little boy?”

“Cassian-”

“I just wanna talk to his parents. And possibly break a few legs.”

“Cassian!”

“Can I break one leg?”

“You’re not breaking any legs.” Nesta replied as Cassian pouted a bit. “But we are going to have a chat with that boy’s parents.” Nesta declared as the principal gave them the student’s full name. Luckily their was only one Matthew so it wasn’t hard to find him. Or his parents.

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Long story short, those parents got a massive amount of suing from the Archeron Family. And I mean the ENTIRE Archeron Family.

#Nessian #nestaweek2023 #Cassian #Nesta #OC Cassandra #OC Silvia #OC Nora #OC Angelia #OC Matilda #Archeron family

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thebelladonnamoon · 1 year

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I am begging you for breeding kink Az and bratty Gwyn pleaseeeeeee

When the mating bond snaps, Azriel completely has a breeding kink unlocked -- you can't change my mind. Also bratty Gwyn is my favourite Gwyn gahhh.

God, I love these prompts!

I need some writing inspo, send me some more Gwynriel prompts here

#gwynriel fic #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #gwyn supremacy #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #acotar

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captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship · 1 year

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Not me going from having, unfortunately, no contributions to gwynriel week to now having 4 mood boards 😉 maybe inspo will strike and I’ll get in a submission next weekend after finals are done

#gwynriel fic #gwynriel #gwynriel weeks 2023

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charliespringsleftconverse · 6 months

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Ho Ho Ho! I hope you are having a great week so far! I'm getting cooking on the premise of your fic, and I'm really excited about all the ideas I have. Your answers have given me lots of good inspo! I just have a few more questions for now:

Besides Feysand, any characters that you love and would potentially like to see? I know you mentioned loving found family.

On the flip side, any characters that you aren't a fan of?

I'm completely with you on the premise of silver flames, tbh! so much of the premise didn't sense and I felt like it was a disservice to pretty much every character - but I love that it gave us the valkyries as a trio.

And omg I don't know how I've never really considered it but you're absolutely correct about rewrite the stars. the vibes???? immaculate for acomaf-era feysand.

while we're on the subject, any other good songs you've been listening to lately that I should hear?

Have a great Halloween! Are you doing anything fun?

Hi Santa! 🥰

Omg you make me so excited! I can’t wait! 💕

1) I’d love to see Az and Gwyn? I don’t know if you like Elriel or Gwynriel. I’m a Gwynriel girlie. But even if Gwyn and Az aren’t endgame, I think they are could at least be good friends! To me, Gwyn is so innocent and full of energy. I like the way she doesn’t shy from a challenge! Like her making Az the new ribbon after he said they hadn’t thought of a prize because they didn’t think the Valkyries could fulfill the challenge?? And then her beating a total badass!!! 💕 I loooove her. And I like the energy they both bring!

Aside from them? Obviii Nesta and Cassian!

2) I think the only person I’m not a fan of is like Tamlin, Vassa, and Jurian? I’m an inner circle / Valkyrie girlie 😂

As for the song? I don’t think anything fits as perfectly as ReWrite the Stars 🥰 Buuuut off the top of my head, maybe Mastermind by Taylor Swift? Except I think that’s from a female? But for the sake of this exercise, let’s say it’s Rhysand’s 😂 CAUSE DAMN. That boy was setting things up from the MOMENT they met. Well, actually, before then! But you know what I mean!

For Halloween I’m not doing anything special this year unfortunately! Just watching Disney spooky movies! (Cause I’m a chicken and can’t watch anything too scary 😂)

#secret santa #acotar gift exchange

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imsointobooks · 3 years

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There's the addition of a thick blanket in the corner of the ring one day. Cassian ignores it for a while before he asks Azriel about why, to which Azriel says its for when he star gazes in the training ring at night.

Cassian thinks about joining him one day and asks Nesta to do too. Nesta gapes at him for a while before smirking and telling him that Gwyn told her that she put that blanket there for stargazing at night.

So that night they wander up to the training ring, and the sight they are met with makes Nesta grin and Cassian let out a swooning sigh at.

Az and Gwyn are both laid out on the blanket in their sweats and Azriel is shirtless. He's laying down with one hand behind his head and one around Gwyn's waist beside him, drawing delicate circles on her back with his fingers and smiling at her.

Gwyn is laid on her side facing Az, a hand propping her up and the other one on his chest, tracing his tattoos. Her hair is let down and a few strands are falling near Az's face. She's rambling and smirking and happy, and looks infinitely pleased as Azriel bursts out in laughter.

She laughs along with him and he tugs her in a little tighter and then he starts babbling himself and they keep on conversing and smirking and are in their own little bubble, occasionally going quite as Gwyn lays her head on his chest and then shoots up suddenly, as some other random thought comes to her that she has to share with him.

Nesta can't believe how comfortable the both are with each other and bright the two look, and the House has also lit faint fairy lights around them making their midnight picnic glow and even more magical.

Cassian wants to keep staring at his brother looking so joyful with someone who's like a little sister to him and wonders how close the two had gotten because he has never seen Az this open with someone.

They both go back in after a while deciding to keep the sweet moment they saw to themselves. And speed up their matchmaking plan with some well placed teasing and innuendoes.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #acotar #azriel #gwyn x azriel #cassian #nesta archeron #gwynriel hc #azriel berdara #acosf #acotar 5 #fic inspo #gwynriel headcanon #gwynriel fanfic

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daybrights · 3 years

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the way they keep giving me modern!gwynriel vibes

#someone write something gwynriel with them as inspo #they're kinda perfect me thinks

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ratabrasileira · 3 years

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Hi Teté, how are you? Have you seen, read or heard something these days that made you create some things in your head? I just had this moment.

I was looking at the pinteret and saw this pin that reminds me a lot of Gwynriel.

I mean, I easily painted them in my head in a way that I don't know if it will be the same way you will see this picture. But really imagine Azriel in this picture, like the wings, him flying and going towards Gwyn. I can easily see that, very beautiful.

Sharing with you because you have an artistic soul like mine, I'm just not talented like you, so I think you'll understand what I'm talking about, at least I hope so 😅😅

Photo I mentioned: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/945615252980356862/

+ extra photo of what happens after the first photo: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/47639708548792037/

OMG YES I CAN SEE AND IT'S GORGEOUS

shit, nonnie, i don't like gwynriel but you and some other evil influences >:( are making me soft for them!!

OMG YESSSSSS THE EXTRA PHOTO PLEASE @tealnymph24 LOOK AT THESE IT'S ALL BEAUTIFUL

nonnie dear, make your artistic soul bloom. i'm sure that with study and training (and a lot of patiance too) you can draw whatever you want (and it's a very good feeling hehe)

#i'll let this saved... i case i'm motivated to draw them xD #thank you nonnie!!#ask #anon #gwynriel #sfl #inspo

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gwynrielsupremacy · 3 years

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First "I love you" Gwynriel One-Shot

It took me some time, BUT HERE IT IS!!!! Life's been kinda hectic right now; I've started a new internship on a school, helping some kids with writing stories of their own, plus my actual undergrad degree, i've barely had any time to write these last couple months. But, attending to your lovely and enthusiastic demands, I came back with a lil fluffy gwynriel one-shot you've asked me to write some time ago!!!!

Tagging the ones whom I remember asking: @rarephloxes (who sent the original ask) @imsointobooks @thecrispypotatochip @em---r + @meher-sumedha (!!!! I kept on writing bestie I kept on writing!!!!)

(The inspo behind this one-shot is in that asking game I answered here. and always feel free to send me some gwynriel ideas/prompts! could be for anything; let's get creative together and feed this hungry gwynriel babes!)

In the back lawn of the River House, fairly illuminated by a few fae lights and the starry night, the only ones left on dancing were the Shadowsinger and the former priestess.

No one would’ve guessed this.

But there they were. Two tall figures embraced in one another, completely oblivious to the real rhythm of the music, deeply immersed in an inner ballad. Her hands rested around his neck, while his arms encircled her waist. They were barely moving, eyes closed, and the soft smiles painted on their faces could have been there forever; a clear indicative of what they meant to each other.

It was almost the end of Nyx’s second birthday celebration, and the whole Inner Circle watched astonished when Azriel reached out a single scarred hand to a sitting Gwyn, who stared from it to him as if he’d just thrown at her another challenge.

And so they went. Not caring if only Nesta and Cassian had remained on the dance floor, not caring about anyone who might be watching, they fell into an easy pattern of slow dancing. Just Azriel, Gwyn, and a swirling cloud of shadows.

She leaned her face on his chest, his chin resting comfortably atop her head. As his chest rose and fell, his heartbeat encompassing their movements, Gwyn thought to herself she could live by that beat and never get tired of it. As Azriel heard her soft chuckle, feeling the light weight of her hands stroking the nape of his neck, he wished he could be stuck in that moment forever.

“Hey” She called out to him, drawing her head away to look into his eyes. “I think we completed the challenge already.”

He tore his gaze away with much effort to look around the empty field. He stopped for a brief second at the people sitting around the impromptu dance floor, casually sipping from their beverages and pretending to not have been staring at them the whole time; his prying, loving, busybody family.

He chuckled, a more and more frequent sound these last few months. Still, Gwyn always had to catch her breath, as if that sound had taken all the air in her lungs away.

“I guess we have indeed.” Azriel hummed, eyes locked with hers once again.

But they kept on dancing.

He allowed himself to observe every single detail on her face, as if he hadn’t done it a thousand times already. Feeling her warm, glowing presence right in front of him, her fingers tracing idly circles at his neck, causing shivers to erupt in him from time to time, he took in a deep, unconscious breath.

Mother above, she was beautiful. The lines of her face, the contour of her lips still curved into a smile, and how her eyes were always bright, an ocean full of stars for him to swim on. Gwyneth Berdara, the love of his life.

She rested her head on that previous spot, and he tightened the grip on her waist, tugging her closer. He felt as her hands moved from the nape of his neck and traveled all the way up his back, to the spot between his wings; accepting his embrace, tugging at his skin. When he shivered once again, she laughed, a muffled sound against his torso.

His shadows sang of bliss.

“But I don’t think we should stop dancing.” Although calm, her voice was as happy as he was feeling, as his shadows were singing. “I want to go on.”

And Azriel did too.

With her. Always with her.

They should keep on going. Dancing through life, through its ups and downs, together.

“Me too, Gwyn.”

She moved away just as he was going to place a chaste kiss on the crown of her head, their noses hitting slightly, and they both laughed at their clumsiness.

She crinkled her nose, eyes glinting with painful amusement, and he instinctively kissed the discomfort away. He pulled away just slightly to meet her teal gaze, and then his lips met hers. It was tender, and warm, and full of desire and heat and passion.

And as they drew apart, the words that came out of his mouth were so natural and free it seemed they were always meant to be told:

“I love you.”

Instead of an euphoric feeling as the words hovered in the air, Azriel felt a strange sense of calmness to take over his body. Gwyn’s eyes had widened and were glued to him, assessing him as if she was looking for an indicative he was messing with her. But he held her stare.

Not backing down.

As he prepared himself for whatever answer would come, he accepted the fact that she may not—

“You’re no fun, Shadowsinger” She complained, feigning a frustrated look. “I was going to say it first.”

His heart skipped a beat, but all he did was huff a laugh, quirking an eyebrow.

“Well, I suppose you can’t beat me every time, Berdara. Not that you don’t know that already.”

She nudged his shoulder, scoffing, but her eyes were shining with laughter – and more.

“Oh, don’t flatter yourself too much. But anyways…” She leaned in, standing on her tiptoes as she whispered in his ear: “I love you too, Azriel.”

And the night got even better from there.

#gwynriel #YAY SOME FLUFF #i mean that's me gigi the number 1 fan of fluffs right #so what to expect if not PURE FLUFF #first i love you one shot #gwynriel one shot #gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #post acosf #sighs i'm such a fan

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