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the-new-ribbon · 11 days

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I’ve Been Loving You For Quite Some Time (and it’s about time we do something about it)

synopsis: Gwyn Berdara and Azriel Night have been friends since their senior year of college. Years later they find themselves both working at Moonlight University. They've strictly stuck to being friends, but when they travel to Nesta and Cassian’s elopement, the last thing they ever expected was to wind up drunk and standing at the altar of a drive-thru wedding chapel.

word count: 1989

read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54767785/chapters/140161510

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Gwyn

As her hands run over the front of her wedding dress, the more clear her head becomes. Tonight is the first night of the rest of her life. She wonders what Azriel is thinking, is he as excited as she is for what’s to come? What will their life look like together?

Nesta adjusts the ribbon in Nesta’s hair and pulls a ringlet over Gwyn’s shoulder. There’s a permanent small smile on Gwyn’s face, either from the champagne they were drinking to celebrate or from the fact that she was marrying Azriel in forty-five minutes. Probably a bit of both.

The hollow bang of someone’s – probably Cassian’s – knuckles on the front door brings Nesta’s attention away from Gwyn.

“Here, use this,” Nesta reaches into her makeup bag and hands Gwyn a nude, pinkish lipstick. “I'll let Cassian and Azriel know we’re almost ready.”

The lipstick barely makes a difference but it draws a sense of confidence on Gwyn. With one last look in the mirror, she brushes her copper locks behind her shoulders. It’s time.

Nesta and Cassian are off giggling on the other side of the room, her head falling against Cassian’s chest. They aren’t married yet but seem to be in the honeymoon stage already. Butterflies fill Gwyn’s stomach when she realizes she’s about to have that with Azriel. He’s currently standing in the hotel room’s kitchenette, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. His tattoos look like shadows circling his exposed forearms along with his rings that shimmer under the lights he’s directly underneath. It’s like he’s front and center at a concert or show of his own. And Gwyn is happily standing in the front row, right in front of Azriel.

He straightens out when the two of them make eye contact. His hand runs through his perfectly styled, yet just a tad bit messy (like he didn’t put a whole lot of gel in when he was getting ready), hair.

“Gwyn, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, fiance. You look handsome.” She takes a step towards him and reaches out for him, wanting to touch him.

Slowly, Azriel’s hands reach out for her waist, but softly asks if it’s okay to touch her too. He knows her past, at least some of it, and the last thing he would ever want to do is scare Gwyn away.

Gwyn nods. The feel of Azriel’s hands on her waist makes her shiver. It’s been a long time since someone has held her, touched her, like this. Even in such a simple way, Gwyn distanced herself with the fear that what happened a few years ago would happen again.

*~~~*

The white church stood at the top of one of the many cliffs in Adriata. Waves crash against the rocks and Azriel’s hand tightens around Gwyn’s as they reach the front door.

The muffled sound of another couple saying their vows is background noise as the two of them sign up to go in next. No one else is in the chapel, meaning it’s now their wedding is only a few minutes away.

With Azriel at the end of the aisle and Gwyn behind the arched doors. Her hand wraps around the seashell door knob and the heavy door pulls open. There’s a handsome smile on Azriel’s face, and it only grows the closer Gwyn gets to him.

Nesta places a quick kiss on Gwyn’s cheek before moving to stand behind Gwyn, mirror to where Cassian is standing behind Azriel.

The officiant reads from his book but Gwyn’s not listening. She’s lost in the pools green and gold of Azriel’s eyes. And he’s lost in the teal pools in Gwyn’s eyes. His thumb gently brushes across the top of Gwyn’s hand and there’s a sense of contentment flowing through her veins. A ribbon ties around them and it feels like something tugs between them.

“Gwyn,” the officiant brings her out of her haze and gives her a small smile, “do you take Azriel to be your lawfully wedded husband, as long as you both shall live?”

A simple vow, yet one that she means with her whole chest. As she says, “I do.” She makes a promise that she’ll write a more romantic set of vows to tell Azriel in private, and when she’s not intoxicated.

She slides the black band onto his ring finger. A perfect fit, and a perfect match to his other rings too.

“Azriel, do you take Gwyn to be your lawfully wedded wife, as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” Azriel says with a smile that makes Gwyn’s cheeks. He, too, makes a silent promise that he’ll tell Gwyn more romantic vows in a special moment when they’re alone and don’t have alcohol in their systems.

He slides the teal and gold band onto Gwyn’s pale, freckled ring finger and goosebumps cover her skin. It’s beautiful. He could not have chosen a better ring than this one

“You may now kiss the bride,” the officiant says, stepping back to give Gwyn and Azriel space.

The distance between the two of them closes as one of Azriel's hands wraps around her waist, the other holds her cheek. Gwyn’s hands are placed on his chest, his heart beating fast against her palm.

Instead of kissing like most wedded couples, Azriel bends down and places a kiss on Gwyn’s cheek. His soft lips against her cheek make her smile, the muscles tensing that Azriel has to feel it beneath his mouth. She repeats the same action, placing a soft kiss on Azriel’s cheek.

Their fingers lace together and they run out of the chapel and into to the start of their new life together.

*~~~*

The world is spinning around her. The Adriata skyline was swaying back and forth outside the window. The soft comfortable pillow she remembers resting her head on last night was replaced with something rock hard. But to Gwyn, that might have been even more comfortable than the actual pillows.

Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Gwyn sits up and looks to her left. Shock, surprise, anxiety all runs through her body. Azriel Night is in her bed, or maybe she’s in Azriel’s bed. Either way, Azriel Night is sleeping shirtless in bed next to Gwyn. Looking down at herself, she should be surprised that she’s wearing one of Azriel's shirt, but seeing him shirtless next to him, there’s less surprise and more humiliation. What the hell happened last night?

The sun reflects off of Azriel’s ring, but one of them shines brighter than the rest, like it wants to draw Gwyn’s attention. And it certainly does.

Gwyn knows all of Azriel’s rings, so to see the black and teal ring sitting on her left ring finger.

Fuck.

Gwyn grabs the first sweatshirt she sees, one of the many Moonlight University sweatshirts she has but this one just happens to be her favorite, and pulls it over her copper brown hair and covers the giant T-shirt she’s wearing.

With the amount of knocking and banging Gwyn’s putting on the door, she thought she might wake up the whole hotel. Luckily, Nesta answered soon enough that no one complained about Gwyn.

“Gwyn, what are you doing here?” Nesta asks as she rubs her eyes, the hangover just a tad bit prominent on Nesta’s face.

“We need to talk.”

“Okay, okay, give me one second.” Nesta runs back into her room and grabs one of Cassian’s sweatshirts, pulling the red sweatshirt over her head so it’s now covering her nightgown.

The lobby is mostly empty, just a few workers at the front desk and a few businessmen sitting around one of the larger tables. There’s coffee out at the bar and the two of them fill each mug to the rim. Gwyn adds cream and sugar, while Nesta only adds sugar.

“Are you okay, Gwyn?” Nesta asks, tucking one of her legs under her as she sits down. “You’re freaking me out.”

Gwyn holds out her left hand, the teal and gold rings shining under the sunlight that streams through the floor to ceiling windows of the hotel lobby. “We got married last night?”

“Yes you did,” Nesta says, lifting her coffee cup to her mouth to hide her smile. “I’m glad to see that you two are doing something about your crushes.”

Crushes. They both like each other. Az has feelings for Gwyn. Gwyn has feelings for Az. Like everyone else, the two of them should have dated and not jumped straight to a fucking wedding.

“Nesta, we got drunk and MARRIED. Legally. I have a husband.” a perfect husband, but that’s besides the point. “I am a wife.”

“Yes, that’s normally what happens when two people get married.” Gwyn would normally appreciate Nesta’s sarcastic comments, but right now she wishes she would be serious and just be her friend. “And to think I was going to be the first wife out of the two of us.”

“Nesta I’m serious. What if this changes how we are together?” Gwyn says, a look in her eyes that makes it seem like she’ll cry. “I can’t lose Azriel.”

“If things do change between you two, it’ll be for the good, Gwyn. It will be a good change.”

“Do you think he’ll want to get a divorce when we get back to Velaris?” Gwyn’s head drops and she watches her finger circle around the rim of her coffee cup.

Nesta reaches out, placing her hand on Gwyn’s thigh. “No, he has this look in his eyes when he sees you. I think you should give him a chance, have him court you.” Gwyn nods her head. Nesta stands up. “I’m going to go get some coffee for Cass, are you going to be okay?”

“Yes, I just need to think of what to say to Azriel.”

“Let me know if you need anything.” Nesta says before leaving Gwyn.

Gwyn sets her coffee down on the coffee table next to her and tucks her feet under her and

“Hi Az.” Gwyn walks through the hotel room door to catch Azriel. Shirtless. Shirtless Azriel with glasses on the tip of his nose and a book in his hands.

“Hi baby.” his eyes look over the top of the book with a smile. A blush creeps onto Gwyn’s cheeks. He’s never called her baby before.

The bed goes down as Gwyn sits next to Azriel. Instinctively, she reaches out and grabs his hand and the book closes as he sets it on the bedside table.

“Can we talk?” She asks, looking down at their interconnected hands. This shouldn’t be happening. What if this is about to fall apart?

Az nods. “Are you okay?”

Never looking up from their hands, she asks, “Do you regret what happened last night?”

His other scarred hand goes to her cheek to make her look at him. She likes this, the feeling of his hands on her. It’s safer than she’s felt with anyone ever before.

“Gwyn, I have no regrets. I’ve liked you for a very long time, and while I wish that we didn’t have to get drunk to do something about it, I am very happy to be married to you.”

There’s a deep blush on her cheeks again and she’s looking back at their hands. The band of his ring connects with Gwyn’s.

“I’ve liked you for a very long time too. I am happy to be your wife, Azriel Night.”

Azriel’s large muscular arms wrap around Gwyn, pulling her into his side as they lay back against the headboard and the massive pile of pillows. A steady rhythm beats between them and Gwyn let's Azriel’s heartbeat bring her comfort..

He presses a soft kiss on her head that he’s certain that she doesn’t feel it but she does. It makes her heart race.

A husband. A wife. A new beginning to a wonderful life.

#gwynriel #acotar modern au #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwynriel supremacy #gwynriel modern au

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the-new-ribbon · 13 days

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I think Elain would thrive having her own circle. Feyre has Rhys and the Inner Circle of the Night Court. Nesta has Cassian and the Valkyries. Both women have a mate they know and love, but they also have friends of their own. Yes, it could be argued that Feyre and Rhys have the same friends, but she also has her art studio and business partner. She's branched out. She's built a full, fulfilling life, and has had the freedom to.

So has Nesta. She has Cassian. She has Gwyn and Emerie. She has her own home and her own purpose.

Elain was social as a human. She had friends, and she had a fiance she thought loved her. All of that was ripped away from her when she was Made.

She will always love her family--the Night Court is part of her extended family now as well, but she needs something that is hers. She needs her gardens, but she also needs her own purpose, her own people, her own love, and her own life.

She's trying to bloom where she's planted, but she can't. It's not working. She faces the window because she needs sunlight and a bigger world beyond it. She wants more--she's said as much.

If/when she does start falling for Lucien, she will flourish. The broader the world becomes again, the more trusting she becomes of herself/gains confidence, and a growing sense of purpose and fulfillment.

I could see her befriending Vassa and Jurian--two humans who absolutely know what she's going through.

I could see her warming to Lucien and opening up to him. Realizing what a genuinely good, sweet, gentle, and intelligent male he is. Watching him seamlessly and cleverly maneuver through a crowd like the most regal and elegant of emissaries, and tying back his hair, rolling up his sleeves, and catching fish in the stream with his bare hands and knowing exactly how to cook it. Being thoroughly overwhelmed by how good he looks in the firelight while they camp, and trusting herself--trusting him--enough that she realizes she's falling in love.

I could see her immediately hitting it off with the Lady of Autumn (and the Lady loving her/treating her like the daughter she never had). They would, of course, tease Lucien good-naturedly.

Helion would love her, and I think he would immediately see through the pretty face and know there's more to her than gardens and frivolous parties.

I could see Eris genuinely liking her too and being comically warm towards her in comparison to how he treats others (and Lucien never being entirely sure whether this is partly to get under his skin or not).

If I'm being honest, I could see Tamlin liking her quite a bit too once he gets past the whole Archeron thing and whatever hurt/anger he still feels towards Lucien.

I want to see her have it all.

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the-new-ribbon · 15 days

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Scene I want w/ Gwyn & Rhys

Rhysand: I miss my sister. I miss being an older brother to her.

Gwyn: What do you miss about it most?

Rhysand: Everything. Annoying her. Teasing her. Being her conspirator and keeping her secrets. I have a family of my own now, but nothing can mend that loss.

Gwyn: It sounds like you were a good brother.

Rhysand: I tried to be.

Gwyn: I never had an older brother.

Rhysand: *softly* Would you like one?

#gwyneth berdara #rhysand acotar #crying

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the-new-ribbon · 18 days

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Baby, We're Fireproof

synopsis: After Gwyn's toaster catches fire, she never expected to fall for the hot firefighter who saves her.

word count: 2118

read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54961258/chapters/139663018

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Azriel

Azriel: I can’t wait to see you tonight.

Gwyn: I can’t wait to see you.

Gwyn: I’m so excited ☺️

Azriel hasn’t been this excited for something in a long time. A week ago he saved the copper-haired, teal-eyed beauty from a small toaster fire. He hasn’t stopped thinking about it all week. Cassian has noticed too. The way Azriel reacts to the way his phone vibrates on the table. The smile on Azriel’s face whenever Gwyn texts him. Sometimes it’s a meme or a funny video that makes Azriel laugh so hard his cheeks hurt, sometimes it’s her reactions to the book he pointed out that day, or it’s a picture of her. Those are his favorite texts from Gwyn. The romance she’s reading lies on her chest or covering her smile, though he can tell she’s smiling from the way her skin wrinkles at her eyes and the pink blush creeping out from beneath the book.

The day passes slowly as he rereads the book in case it comes up in conversation, he wants to be prepared to talk about it with Gwyn.

Soon enough, it’s time to get ready.

Azriel changes into his classic black button-up, rolling the sleeves up to reveal the swirls of black ink on his forearms, matching the black slacks on his legs. The silver bands on his fingers shine under the fluorescent lights of his bathroom. Night-chilled mist and cedar fills the bathroom as he sprays his cologne.

He’s able to get through starting dinner – seasoning the chicken and leaving it in the hot pan to begin cooking, fresh cut green beans and the cut and washed potatoes are placed in the water-filled pots to begin cooking – before there’s a knock on his front door.

Azriel’s ringed fingers brush through his hair and he wipes his palms on his pants before pulling the door open to reveal Gwyn.

“Hi!”

“Hey, Gwyn.” Azriel says, nerves wracking through his body. “You look really nice.” Nice? That’s the worst word he could have used to describe her. “I mean beautiful, you look beautiful.” ethereal would be an even better word, just like the books. But beautiful will suffice.

Gwyn is dressed in an emerald dress that fell right below her knees. The sleeves cover most of her arms but leave some of her forearms and wrists exposed. The green contrasts perfectly against her copper hair, which is tied half up with a write ribbon. It was styled that way too, the day they met for the first time.

“Thank you. May I come in?” Gwyn points to the foyer of his house.

“Oh yes, of course, obviously.” he quotes what she said the day they met with a ridiculously cheesy, flirty smile.

“Quoting me I see. I must have had a good impression on you.” she teases.

In his head, Azriel knows that this girl is his dream girl. Now he has to prove it.

“Setting a toaster on fire is a good way of doing that.” he teases back.

This banter is what Azriel has always looked for. He’s never found it with anyone, but now with Gwyn, he doesn’t think anyone could ever come close.

“You have a piano? Do you play?” Gwyn immediately runs out of the kitchen and across the living room to where the piano rests in the corner, the last rays of the sunset flood through the windows onto the piano.

“Sometimes. My mother plays more often when she’s over. Do you?” Azriel reaches her as she takes a seat in front of the piano. He leans on his elbows as he watches her. There’s a glimmer in her eyes as she presses her delicate fingers so softly on the keys that no notes play.

“I do. My sister and I used to play when we were little. She grew out of it – she was more wild and adventurous than I was – but I love to sing and play the piano. Now I play to remember and honor her memory.”

Azriel notices something shift within Gwyn. The use of was made him assume something happened to her sister, but he doesn’t push her to answer. After all, they’ve only been texting and known each other for a week.

“Do you mind if I play?” Gwyn asks. Then clarifies, “just for a few moments?”

“Not at all, I’m going to check on dinner. I’ll be right back.” Azriel leans off the piano and smiles at Gwyn before he’s off to the kitchen. If only it was appropriate to kiss her cheek.

The soft melodies of Moonlight Sonata fill his house and suddenly it feels like more of a home than ever before.

He may have stayed in the kitchen far longer than he thought because the fifteen minutes of Moonlight Sonata have passed and his house is quiet once again, only the soft scuffs of Gwyn’s shoes and the scraping of the pots and pans as he begins to plate dinner.

“That was beautiful, Gwyn.” Az confesses, leaning against the counter and Gwyn slides onto one of his barstools at the counter, though she doesn’t stay there longer than a few seconds.

“Thank you, it’s one of my favorite pieces to play. Especially at night. Maybe you should play for me.” she suggests, stepping so close to Azriel that she can reach out and hold onto the collar of his shirt.

His heart beats against his chest as she begins to slide her other hand up and over his chest. This boldness she’s portraying, it’s Azriel’s favorite thing. Sure, they have flirted over text, but this is completely different.

He wants more of it.

“Maybe I will. Now,” His hand slides across her waist to hold her. There’s a slight tense up but then she relaxes into his hold. He changes the conversation, “Are you okay?”

“Yes; I just haven’t been on a date in years, I’m not very used to this. But I like it.” There’s a confirming smile on her face as her hands connect behind Azriel’s neck.

“Good, but please let me know if you aren’t comfortable or if there’s something I can do.”

“I will. Now please tell me what you were going to say before.”

“Why’d you call me Shadowsinger?”

“You were humming under your breath when you were at my house and there’s something mysterious about you that I want to get to know.” Gwyn says sweetly, playing with his hair on the back of his head. There’s a smile on her face that Azriel wants to paint into his mind forever.

“Well, I hope you liked it.” Az laughs.

“I did, it was beautiful. Do you sing?”

“Sometimes, though I don’t believe it is as beautiful as yours.”

There’s a blush on her cheeks again, highlighting the constellations of freckles on her cheeks.

“We should sing together sometime, then I can see if you’re telling the truth or not.”

He clears his throat, “Will you help me set the table? Dinner’s ready.”

“Yes, yes.”

Hesitantly, Azriel lets go of Gywn and she steps away. Azriel lays the bowl of freshly made mashed potatoes on the table. Gwyn asks, “Is there anything I can do to help? You made such a nice dinner and I haven’t helped yet.”

“I didn’t mind at all, Gwyn. But you could find something to drink if you’d like. The alcohol is in that cabinet and any other drinks I have – water, lemonade, stuff like that – are in the fridge.”

She sticks to something non-alcoholic and somehow he has the ingredients to make a Shirley Temple. He really listened to what she said on the

They stick to simple, first date conversation for a while until something hits Gwyn and she asks, “Is it appropriate to ask what happened to your hands?” Gwyn asks softly, looking up at him quickly before looking back down at her plate. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. It isn’t any of my business and we don’t know each other that well.”

Azriel reaches out and places his scarred hand on top of Gwyn’s. “Gwyn, this is a date, a chance to get to know each other.”

It’s almost like a movie or one of her books. Whatever is going on between them, it’s something Gwyn thought was possible in the worlds that lived inside her head. Ruby red flushes on her cheeks at the touch of Azriel’s hand and at his words. She rotates her hand and laces her fingers with Azriel.

“When I was young, my mother and I were in an accident. Our house caught on fire and while my mother ran outside, I ran back in to grab something. The fire picked up and I almost got trapped. Luckily the fire department was already there and saved me. I was bullied for most of school because of my hands, so I isolated myself but I always wanted to help people, to save people. When I graduated high school, I never really wanted to go to college so I went to the fire academy. I have my paramedic certification as well.” Azriel nods and reaches for his glass of whiskey, a way to protect himself from potentially doing something stupid.

Gwyn drops her fork and holds his hand with both her hands. “Azriel,” she whispers, lifting his hand to her lips. Her lips softly brush against the healed scars.

To outsiders, it might not seem like a big deal. But to Azriel, it means everything.

After many feelings about leaving dishes in the sink long after dinner, the dirty dishes rest in the sink until after their date is over, Gwyneth and Az sit outside on his patio. For a house in the suburbs, his back patio is large. It’s decorated with minimal patio furniture, mostly a darker gray, and there’s a firepit in the center of the patio.

“Have a seat, I’m going to start a fire.”

The fire crackles, crickets chirp in the distance, and the two of them cuddle in silence. Both of Gwyn’s hands are holding one of Az’s and his other arm is wrapped around her shoulders.

“It’s beautiful here.”

With her eyes on the stars, Azriel takes the time to admire how beautiful she is; how right her hand feels in his; how perfectly her meshes into the Azriel’s side. The constellations of stars in the sky can’t compare to the freckles on her face, dotted across her neck, and even her chest and shoulders. If he were to open a dictionary to the word beautiful, Gwyn’s picture would be there, front and center.

“It is,” he says softly, his eyes never leaving Gwyn.

“I think I take how beautiful Velaris is for granted. After tonight, I won’t anymore.” There’s something in her voice that makes it seem like there’s a story to that, but as she leans closer into Azriel and rests her head on his shoulder, he drops his head onto hers.

It’s almost midnight when they stand up and head towards the front door, hand-in-hand of course.

“I had a wonderful time, Azriel.” Gwyn leans against the door frame as she holds his hand in both of hers. Az’s other hand is against the hinge, above her head.

“So did I; would you like to do it again sometime?”

With a smile on her face, Gwyn pushes up on her tiptoes and presses a kiss to Azriel’s cheek. “I’d love to.”

As Gwyn lowers from her tiptoes, Azriel never breaks eye contact and there’s something beautiful that sparks in his chest.

Letting go of her hands, Azriel moves to hold her cheeks. “Would it be okay if I kissed you, Gwyn.”

Gwyn nods softly, but the look in her eyes tells Azriel that it’s something she wants more than anything.

This kiss picks up and Gwyn’s arms are back around his neck. It’s wonderful, magical, and neither of them don’t want it to stop.

But it does moments later.

His thumb runs across his now swollen bottom lip, and Gwyn is breathless as she begins to step outside. But she stops, wrapping her hand around the door hinge and turns over her shoulder, “Call me, Shadowsinger. You owe me a song, and I’d love to do that again.” her finger runs across her smirked mouth.

“Good night, Gwyn.”

As he watches Gwyn walk towards her car, all he can think about is how lucky he is that Gwyneth Berdara wants to see him again.

A line I couldn’t fit in because of how the story proceeded, but would love to include: “I want to kiss each and every one of your scars and tell you how beautiful they are.”

#gwynriel #acotar modern au #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwynriel supremacy #gwynriel modern au

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the-new-ribbon · 19 days

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Firefighter Lucien coming to an AO3 tab soon 🫡

#acotar modern au #elucien #he takes elain plant shopping #I’m sorry but it’s going to be so cute and sexy

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the-new-ribbon · 19 days

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𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓼: 𝓔𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓷 & 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓷 🌺

My lovely friend @melphss and I were able to commission with insanely lovely art by @jjflorentina

The artist did such an incredible job showing Elain and Lucien in a sweet embrace.

@melphss thought this quote from Elain in ACOWAR reminded her of a quote from Jane Eyre so I attached both of them. I thought it was a lovely correlation.

Elain: “It felt.. strange, like you pulled on a thread tied to a rib?”

Jane Eyre: “I have a strange feeling with regard to you. As if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly knotted to a similar string in you. And if you were to leave I'm afraid that cord of communion would snap. And I have a notion that I'd take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you'd forget me.”

Link to Instagram post

Characters belong to Sarah J Maas

#elucien #I love them #and I love Jane eyre

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the-new-ribbon · 20 days

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Jane Austen's most romantic letter, if it had been written by Lucien Vanserra (Persuasion x Elucien)

Or what would happen if Lucien overheard Elain have a conversation about the bond? And what if he wrote a gut-wrenching love confession in said letter? Inspired by literature's most infamously romantic letter ever written.

Some text is directly taken from Chapter 23 of Persuasion by Jane Austen.

"We will write the letter to Helion we were talking of, Rhysand, now, if you will give me materials."

Materials were at hand, on a separate table; Lucien went to it, and nearly turning his back to the rest of the Inner Circle, was engrossed by writing.

Elain eyed him carefully, studying the leather strap that held back his long, molten red hair. Clearing her throat, she found Nesta across the room by the open window of the parlor as they were both on the outskirts of the Inner Circle’s political discussions. It was a respectable distance from where Lucien was writing at the desk, although still somewhat nearby.

“I have a question for you,” Nesta turned to her younger sister, face like stone. “One that I have been thinking about for some time. What do you think our parents would have thought about the mating bond?”

With wide, brown eyes Elain sucked in her breath. It was an unexpected question, but also a familiar one. For her thoughts had circled the very same doubts and insecurities that plagued her sister. “Well,” Elain wrung her hands nervously. “Mother would have adored Feyre’s, being mated to a High Lord after all. But if she didn’t like the outcome, she would have demanded a way to break it or alter it for her own advantage.”

Nesta’s wicked grin revealed an agreement, knowing full well their mother would have been furious at her marriage and bond with an Illyrian general, and her matching status as a Valkyrie now.

“As for father, well, I suppose, based on what he discussed with me in the past—there is a small chance he would have been disappointed.” Her voice dropped in both volume and confidence, barely escaping as a whisper passed her lips. As if she was instinctually afraid someone would hear, perhaps someone sitting across the room.

Elain felt compelled to explain further. “He always told me the most important thing to find in a husband was true love. That I should not settle for anyone less than a kind, loyal heart who loves every part of me, because that kind of love will never leave you.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Nesta regarded her with furrowed eyebrows. “And you do not believe that a mating bond can also encompass those very same feelings? That same love?”

She considered her question carefully, chewing on her bottom lip. “Perhaps it can, but how can you know it is true? That it is not just the manifestation of desire in its place?” It was always that doubt, that fear, that crept into the darkest crevices of her heart. For as long as those shadows existed, she could not bring herself closer to her own mate, afraid she would be unable to determine the answer. In return, she was afraid of what she could possibly want or feel for him.

“I wish I could make you comprehend, Elain.” Nesta frowned, “I wish I could properly convey the feeling of how your soul glows when your mate loves you—”

Before Nesta could continue, Elain found herself apologizing with a hand on her elbow. “Gods forbid that I should undervalue the love and bond you share with Cassian, or Feyre’s either for that matter. It is a reminder that bonds can be true and constant attachments.”

She could not immediately have uttered another sentence; her heart was too full, her breath too much oppressed.

“You’re a good sister,” Nesta replied affectionately and Elain wonder if her sister could see past her tenderness, if anyone could witness the mask of kindness that Elain could so easily put on for the sake of others to hide her own feelings. The conversation faded as Feyre now joined them with Nyx on her hip, a welcome distraction for Elain as the three of them turned to him.

“Ready to go?” Cassian’s voice eventually broke through the hum of the room, an echo across the parlor. “We need to meet with Vassa and Jurian.” Lucien was folding up a letter in great haste, and either could not or would not answer fully.

“Yes,” he said. “I will winnow us. I will be ready in half a minute.”

Cassian left to wait for him at the front door, and Lucien, having sealed his letter with great rapidity, was indeed ready, with a hurried and agitated air, as if he was greatly impatient to leave. Elain could not understand it. Cassian had given her a smile and shoulder a warm squeeze as he left the room, but from Lucien himself, not a single word. He had passed out of the room without a look.

Elain moved closer to the table where he had been writing, when suddenly she heard footsteps returning; the door opened and it was Lucien. He gave her a polite nod and gestured to where he had forgotten his gloves, instantly crossing the room to the desk. He drew out a letter from under the scattered papers, placed it before Elain with eyes glowing in longing fixed on her, and hastily collected his gloves, once again out of the room before anyone could even be aware he had been in it at all.

The interaction was almost beyond expression. The letter, with strokes of pen that were hardly legibly, as if rushed, read “Elain Archeron,” was evidently the one which he had been folding so hastily. While he had supposedly been writing to Helion, he had also been addressing her. On the contents of that letter depended all which this world could do for her. Anything was possible. Sinking into the chair which he had occupied, succeeding to the very spot where he had leaned and written, her eyes devoured the following words:

“I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when this bond first snapped, two and a half years ago. Dare not say that a mate’s love cannot be true, that his love is influenced by our tether. I have loved another, but none like you. Unjust I may have been, distant and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Velaris. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these past few days after Solstice, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine, I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish your true thoughts through the bond when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent female! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among males. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating in your mate, L.V. I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow the court, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter the Night Court this evening or never again.”

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from.

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Gwyn and Azriel - Two gorgeous people

I rest my case

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rivals to lovers where the girl thinks they’re mortal enemies and the guy thinks they’re just flirting

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I’ve Been Loving You For Quite Some Time (and it’s about time we do something about it)

word count: 1875

read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54767785/chapters/139350427

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Chapter Three

Azriel

Azriel has never been the type of person who likes to go out. He’d rather stay in with a good book or movie. But tonight with all the flashing lights and the loud synth pop music playing, matching the lights that flash from the walls and ceiling, he doesn’t seem to mind. Maybe it’s the alcohol from the couple of drinks he’s had tonight, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s with his friends – especially the beautiful Gwyneth Berdara.

Standing in the middle of Rita’s, one of the many bars the four of them have decided to spend the night at, Az watches Gwyn dance and drink with Nesta. It would be creepy if Cassian wasn’t standing next to him doing the same thing, his eyes never leaving Nesta.

The two girls return to the table a few minutes later, Nesta and Cassian kiss and Nesta nuzzles into Cassian’s side. A sense of jealousy courses through his veins. Why couldn’t he have this? When would he have something like that?

Azriel watches Gwyn guzzle down some water before setting the glass down. Her arms go up, still bent at the elbow, and she runs around the table to him.

Her arms wrap around his shoulders and there’s a spark forming under his ribs, in his heart. She begins to play with his hair and there’s something about that gesture that makes Azriel’s heart skip a beat. A lifetime of Gwyn playing with his hair is a dream. Perchance, it’s just a lifetime with Gwyn that he dreams of.

“What if we got married.” Gwyn says out of nowhere. Her chest is pressed against his and her lips are only a couple inches from his.

“Yes.” He says with no hesitation. Suddenly his biggest dream just came true. And though they’re about to do everything backwards, he can’t say no and can’t think of any other way they should do it.

There’s a voice in Az’s head telling him to kiss Gwyn since they just got engaged, but a second voice telling him to wait. Wait until they’re married or when they aren’t in the middle of a club, especially their first kiss. For him, and more importantly Gwyn, it needs to be perfect.

“Did I hear you both correctly?” Nesta asks, bringing them out of their little bubble.

He doesn’t let go of his fiancee’s hand, rather his thumb graciously rubs on the top of her hand. He catches her looking at him with a glimmer of love (he thinks) and a sparkle in her teal eyes. I want this, he thinks and a small smile forms on his lips.

“Yes, Azriel and I are getting married.” Gwyn says, looking away from Azriel, before changing topics, draping her body over Az’s once again and he’s not surprised that his heart beats against his chest and sparks fly in his stomach. “I need a white dress and something borrowed, and blue, and old, and new. Nesta, please help me.” She lets go of Azriel and walks a couple steps, and places her hands on Nesta’s shoulders.

“Are you okay turning our bachelor/bachelorette party into a wedding for Az and Gwyn?” Nesta asks Cassian, who’s looking down at Nesta with so much love and softness that there’s no possible way he’ll say no.

“If you’re okay with it, I’ll do whatever you want.” But the other three know that Cassian wouldn’t want anything less.

Nesta presses a kiss to Cassian’s lips, it picks up quickly, and soon enough they’re making out in the middle of the club. Azriel steps over to Gwyn, pulling her against his side.

Tonight’s bride and groom start to look away, watching the other people dancing or talking before Az grabs Gwyn’s left hand. He begins thinking what ring would look beautiful on her pale, freckled hand. Really any ring will look beautiful on Gwyn’s hand but Azriel needs it to be perfect.

“Gwyn, we have to go get you superstitious items and a white dress. You also need a ring.” Nesta finally says but she’s still all over Cassian.

“See you soon, fiance.” Gwyn waves her fingers so they’re rippling one after another and hooks her other arm through Nesta’s, leaving Azriel breathless at the table.

Gwyn

Gwyn may have a few drinks in her system but her head has never been more clear. Her and Az are getting married. She asked Azriel to marry and he said yes without a second thought. She just hopes this is the confirmation she needs to know that Az likes her too, and this isn’t just a drunken mistake on his part.

Now, as she runs around Adriata with Nesta, the nerves start to build up. Could Az be too drunk to realize the weight of what they’re about to do? Did she even understand what was happening? What would Catrin think? She’d probably be quite excited for Gwyn, especially if she saw who Gwyn was marrying.

“I can’t believe you’re getting married, Gwyn. Now we’ll be sisters-in-law.”

Gwyn didn’t even think of that. Ever since Catrin died, she thought she’d never have a sister again besides the memories she had with Catrin, but now she’ll have Nesta.

“I know!”

“I knew you liked him, but I never expected for you to propose to him.” Nesta says as she loops her arm with Gwyn’s.

“I don’t know why I did it, to be honest. I was so caught up with your wedding festivities that I guess I was a little bit jealous. You’re getting married and I still haven’t had very much romance in my life at all. Besides the books we read, of course.” Gwyn confesses. She hates jealousy, and to feel that ugly emotion towards her best friend felt terrible.

“Gwyn.” Nesta stops them in the middle of the sidewalk. “There is never any reason to be jealous, especially of me. You’re fantastic and beautiful, it was only a matter of time before Az agreed to go out with you. This date is just a little bit different.”

“Nesta, we’re doing everything backwards.” Gwyn counters.

“Yes, but it’s still Az; he wouldn’t have said yes if he didn’t mean it.”

That’s true. As long as Gwyn has known Azriel, he hasn’t done anything he didn’t mean or want to do. Maybe this is a good idea.

“Let’s start with a ring for Az.” Gwyn says as they start to walk down the street again. “I can tuck it in my purse and then we won’t be carrying around my dress and shoes, and anything else I find all around the city.”

The two find a ring store that’s still open, surprisingly, and the pressure is back on for Gwyn. She needs to find the perfect ring for Az.

She smiles as she looks at all the wedding bands in the display. All of Azriel’s rings are silver and images of what his left ring finger will look like when she slides a new ring onto it. A symbol of her eternal love for him. She needs one that will stand out amongst the ones he already wears.

“How can I help you tonight?” A higher-pitched voice greets them on the other side of the counter.

“I need a wedding band, please.” Gwyn smiles.

“Alright, what kind of band are you looking for? Do you have a color preference?” the woman on the other side of the counter asks.

“I think Az would like a black ring, what do you think, Nesta?”

“What about this one?” Nesta asks, pointing to a black wedding ring with a teal stripe on the underside of the ring.

“Perfect.” Gwyn looks up and tells the employee, “I’ll take this one, please.”

When Gwyn has the ring secured in the box and tucked into her purse, they’re on their way to the next location.

After searching through many, many stores, Gwyn finally finds a thin-strapped white dress that is luckily the same shade as the ribbon tied in her hair, and both are coincidentally the same shade as the frames of her glasses. Gwyn has never been self-conscious when it comes to her glasses, rather she finds a sense of confidence that comes with wearing them.

Nesta left her a few minutes ago to look for something, so Gwyn heads to the front to buy her dress.

*~~~*

“You’ve been keeping that bag a secret the whole way back to the hotel, what’s in that?” Gwyn asks dropping her

“Don’t hate me, but I got you a gift.” Nesta says, a smirk on her face.

Gwyn holds up a delicate, lace nightgown that’s the color of her eyes. When Gwyn puts it on, the sleeves will hang off her shoulders.

“Nesta, what is this?”

“I thought you might like it. It doesn’t have to mean anything, I just thought you’d look beautiful in it. Think of it as a wedding gift.” Nesta smiles and Gwyn feels the love that she’s always wished to have with a friend. She has the perfect friendship with Nesta.

“I appreciate it, it’s beautiful.”

There’s tears in Gwyn’s eyes. And though she doesn’t know when she’ll wear it tonight, she does know that one day she’ll wear it, hoping that Azriel will think she’s as beautiful as both herself and Nesta think she’ll look in it. If not, then she’ll wear it for herself.

Gwyn tries to stop the tears that form in her eyes, making it a little difficult to see as her vision begins to blur. Luckily, her glasses were just thick enough that when she looks down at her lap, she can hide them.

“Now let’s get you ready for your wedding.” Nesta smiles, sucking in the tears that began to pool in her eyes.

Azriel

Standing in the middle of the jewelry store, it’s quite difficult for him to find the perfect ring for Gwyn. She’s so perfect that the ring he chooses for her has to be perfect too. Though he’s not sure that a ring like that can even exist.

“What kind of ring are you looking for, Azzy boy?” Cassian throws his arm around Azriel’s shoulder.

“A perfect one.” Azriel huffs, never taking his eyes off the rings.

“Okay, let me try again. Do you have a specific color you’d like or a shape?”

Azriel takes a moment to think about it. He thinks about the color of his love’s eyes. There’s something everlasting in them every time he looks at her. Like ivy. The teal of her eyes, hints of bronze twinkle in the sunshine. Her coppery brown hair that reflects the sunlight, just like her eyes.

“I want something with teal in it and maybe something with ivy or vines on it. Something unique.” for someone unique.

He looks up and waves over the seller, “Do you have anything teal and gold? Maybe with ivy or vines wrapped around the band.”

“I know the perfect ring,” she says and walks to the other side of the store, grabbing the ring from the display case.

Returning, Azriel looks at the turquoise gem sitting in the middle of a gold band surrounded by bands of ivy.

Now this is perfect.

“I’ll take this one.”

#gwynriel #acotar modern au #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwynriel supremacy #gwynriel modern au

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Baby, We're Fireproof

synopsis: After Gwyn's toaster catches fire, she never expected to fall for the hot firefighter who saves her.

word count: 2120

read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54961258

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Gwyn

Gwyn Berdara has never been more embarrassed than in this moment. After the week she’s had, this is the last thing she needs. All she wanted was a bagel with strawberry cream cheese and now that won’t happen. And it’s only Wednesday.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” the operator on the other side of the phone says. To Gwyn she sounds sweet but there’s no time to think about that.

“I accidentally set my toaster on fire.” Gwyn says, her voice shakes of embarrassment. “It’s contained, I closed the glass door of the toaster oven but I need-”

Gwyn’s cut off by the operator, “I’m sending the fire department to you now, they’ll be there shortly. Can you tell me your address?”

There’s a sense of relief that washes over Gwyn as she tells the operator her address, “216 Starlight Ave, my name is Gwyn Berdara. Thank you so much.”

“Of course, have a good day, Gwyn.”

Gwyn sets her phone on the kitchen island and runs her hands over the top of her head and down her copper brown hair. The smoke starts to pick up as Gwyn watches the flames lick the metal of the toaster.

How could she be so stupid.

There's a knock on her a few moments later and Gwyn runs away from the toaster to answer it. When she opens it, she realizes that the Mother and the Cauldron are on her side. She looks down at her teal sundress that shows enough but leaves enough to the imagination too. There’s a hot firefighter like the ones she reads about in the shelves of books she has along her living room and bedroom walls on the other side of the door, she’s either fucked or really lucky or maybe both.

“Gwyn Berdara?” the firefighter asks but Gwyn’s distracted by his raven colored hair and the gold specks in his hazel eyes. She’s read too many romance books for this to happen to her. Of course they would send the hottest firefighter in all of Velaris.

“Um, yes, that’s me.” She responds and shakes her head softly out of the haze she’s in but she doesn’t move.

“Can you show me the fire?” he says with a small laugh and holds up the fire extinguisher. He has a beautiful smile. Even with just a small smile, the small dimples on either side of his cheeks form.

“Oh yes, of course, obviously, that’s why you’re here.” Gwyn rambles as she opens the door further and lets him in.

Her kitchen is mostly white, hints of sage green and a light teal are placed throughout. As much as she’d love to have real plants, she’s stuck with fake succulents and flowers on the top of the cabinets and on the window sills. If she can’t keep a toaster safe, there’s no way she’d be able to keep plants alive.

Gwyn watches as he pulls the fire pin, aiming the nozzle at the burning toaster. The veins in his hands flex as he squeezes the handle, releasing the white extinguishing agent on the toaster, the flames disappearing in seconds. Gwyn leans onto the counter and slightly bites her bottom lip. Maybe setting her toaster on fire isn’t the worst thing to happen.

When he finishes, he turns around to face Gwyn. “Do you mind if I ask what happened?”

“Well, I was making a bagel for lunch and I went back to work on my book when I smelt smoke. I ran over here and saw that it was on fire and called 9-1-1 right away. And I never got my bagel.”

“I recovered it for you.” the handsome firefighter says, stepping to the side to show Gwyn the burnt ashes of her once perfect bagel placed on the plate she had set out for it.

“Thank you so much. For putting out the fire and for the bagel.” she says with a smile. “Is there anything I can do to repay you for this? I know it probably isn’t as extravagant as some of the other things you’ve seen on the job.”

“It definitely hasn’t; but I’m just doing my job, it’s no problem.”

“Alright then, well I’ll let you get back to the extravagant jobs. Thank you, again.”

He laughs and goosebumps cover Gwyn’s arms. As crazy as it is, his laugh is like a song she doesn’t ever want to stop listening to.

As he begins to leave, Gwyn follows him out to say goodbye and thank you one more time, he stops at the table in her living room. His eyes directly on the latest smutty novel Nesta gave her as a you’re the best roommate ever gift.

“That one’s good, you’ll have to let me know how you like it.” he says with a wink and that dashing smile she’s already in love with before leaving her speechless in her house.

~***~

That night, Nesta returns home from spending the last few nights at her boyfriend, Cassian’s house. Her tote bag drops to the floor, echoing against the hardwood floor.

“You set the toaster on fire?” Nesta shouts, meeting Gwyn in the kitchen who’s partially through a chocolate cake. “And you’re eating chocolate cake without me? Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?”

“I’m sorry?” Gwyn says from behind a fork, face full of chocolate cake.

The metal rattles in the drawer as Nesta opens the silverware drawer to grab a fork. Then she joins Gwyn at the kitchen island and digs into the cake.

“Tell me about the fire.” Nesta demands.

Gwyn swallows, the delicious taste of chocolate cake stays on her tongue still. “Well I was making a bagel, I had left it to cook like I normally do so I could work on my book. I’m finally reaching the good part, I can sense they're about to kiss.”

“I know, you’re going to love it. But back to the fire.” Nesta pokes Gwyn’s hand with the end of her fork.

“Well I came back to get my bagel and smoke was coming out of the toaster then, BAM,” Gwyn’s voice grows louder then goes back to her normal level, “there was a fire.” Nesta laughs and Gwyn tries and fails to hide her smile. “The fire department showed up a few minutes later and Nesta, the man who saved my life and our house, was the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He was tall, almost as tall as Cassian.”

Cassian was near six-foot-six so it was hard to meet someone taller than him. Him and Nesta were the perfect couple, just like the perfect book couple.

Gwyn continues, “He had golden-brown skin and from what I could tell from under his uniform, he had lots of tattoos. And he reads Sellyn Drake.”

“What? How do you know?”

“He pointed out the book on the coffee table.”

“So he’s just your type.” Nesta confirms as a statement not a question with a sneaky smile on her face.

Gwyn’s cheeks flush hot and the pink blush runs from her cheeks up to her ears. Covering her head with her arms, she drops her face to the table.

“Yes. Yes, he is.” Gwyn mumbles into the table.

And she is most definitely fucked.

~***~

It’s been a few days since Gwyn’s toaster caught on fire and the hottest man she’s ever seen in her entire life came to her door to rescue her. She has not been able to stop thinking about him. His hazel eyes haunt her in her dreams that she ends up waking up with her heart racing.

So as a way to distract herself and also thank the fire department, she’s making cookies.

In the blue gingham blanket covered basket, Gwyn carefully places each cookie in a way that each cookie is visible, at least a little bit.”

Nesta watches from one of the bar chairs and steals yet another cookie from the basket.

“Hey,” Gwyn slaps Nesta’s hand. “Those cookies are for the fire department.”

“You mean the one fireman who you haven’t stopped thinking or talking about?” Nesta smirks and takes another bite of the chocolate chip cookie. Gwyn places the last of the cookies in and ties the extra blanket into a bow.

“I’ll see you later, Nesta.” Gwyn says with an eye roll and a smile.

A few minutes later, she approaches the open garage doors to the firehouse and grips the handle of the basket harder.

“Hey Gwynnie.” Cassian greets her. His hair is tied back into a bun, only a few small stands have fallen now framing his face.

“Hi Cass. Do you know the name of the firefighter that came by my house the other day? He’s almost as tall as you and has inky black hair, and I think he has tattoos.”

With a cheeky smile, Cassian turns his head towards the fire house.

“Az!” Cassian calls and only now does Gwyn realize that her roommate's boyfriend works with her savior and now crush.

Azriel walks out of the garage and Gwyn is less confident than she was moments ago but now she’s growing more anxious the closer he gets to her. His hair is a little more curly than it was last week, though she suspects it gets that way when it’s wet and he was most definitely working out before Cassian called him out here.

Cassian shoots Gwyn a wink and pats Azriel on the back before walking back into the garage.

“Hi Azriel, I’m sorry to bother you at work but I wanted to bring you a little thank you gift.” She holds the basket up with a smile.

Azriel eyes the basket of cookies in Gwyn’s hands. “Are you sure you didn’t burn the oven down when you made these?” He teases, those dimples Gwyn has been dreaming about all week are back.

“No, I promise. I even had extra supervision with my roommate in the kitchen, she would make much more fun of me than she already has about the toaster.”

“Well if you did, just know I would have come to your rescue.”

“Thank you.” she smiles. “I think we’ve seen each other enough that I think it’s about time I ask for your name.” and I couldn’t get you out of my head.

He wipes his palms on his thighs and holds out his hand, “Azriel.”

“Gwyn,” she responds, “Even though you already know that.” she huffs a laugh. There’s butterflies in her stomach that flap their wings faster and faster when her hand clasps together with Azriel.

“It’s nice to meet you officially and not when your toaster is on fire.” He teases, those stupid dimples she hasn’t stopped thinking about are back.

“It’s nice to officially meet you too and not when my toaster is on fire.” Gwyn echos.

There’s an awkward yet comfortable silence between them. Azriel runs his hands through his hair, defined muscles covered in tattoos flex against the cotton of his t-shirt. Gwyn twiddles her thumbs against the handle of the cookies.

“I know we just met, but is it possible to get your number?” Azriel asks. And there are those butterflies again. She is not sure if they were ever really gone, but she does know that they are more prominent now.

“I’d be okay with that.” she says, trying to play it cool but really she’s freaking out inside.

Azriel reaches into his back pocket and holds it out for Gwyn. “I’ll hold the cookies for you.”

Her slender fingers shake softly as she types out her phone number.

“Here you go.” She hands back his phone as he transfers the basket to his left hand. “I hope you enjoy the cookies. I’ll let you get back to pull-ups and pushups.” She smiles and takes a couple steps back before he stops her.

“Call me if you need me to put out a fire, Gwyn. Or if you just want to see me.”

“You have my number so call me if you want to see me, Shadowsinger.”

Before Gwyn can even leave the parking lot, Gwyn’s phone buzzes against the fabric of her purse.

Azriel the hot firefighter: Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?

Gwyn smiles at her phone and begins to type a response followed by a string of emojis, but another text from Azriel comes in faster.

Azriel the hot firefighter: I’ll cook so you don’t burn the house down ;)

Gwyn: Yes! But no promises I won’t do something that’ll cause another fire inducing accident.

And Gwyn realizes that her toaster setting on fire has been the best thing to happen to her in a long time.

#gwynriel #acotar modern au #pro gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #gwynriel modern au #gwynriel supremacy #acotar fanfiction #au gwynriel #acotar #this may or not become a little series #😏#I thought of this idea when I was at work and bam here it is

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