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✧⁠ GWYN WEEK 2025 ✧⁠

MASTERLIST IV

Event art I || Event art II || Part I || Part II || Part III

DAY 6: UNLIKELY PAIRINGS - STAR CROSSED

CONNECTIONS ACROSS SJM'S UNIVERSE

FANARTS

Gwyn x Dorian art by nightsgazer

COMMISSIONS

Gwyn x Emerie commission by @cateyesinlove

Gwyn x Rolfe commission by @lulufoxlainfawn , @lady-embers & @kt-reads-things

Gwyn x Elain commission by @separatist-apologist, @freyjas-musings @amandapearls

Gwyn x Tarquin commission by botanical_brinn

Gwyn x Fenrys commission by krssyreads_

FANFICS

Diplomatic Detours || Gwyn x Cresseida fic by @psychiatry-and-poetry

Just "Accountabilibuddies" || Gwyn x Hunt fic by @thevalkyriesshadow

Nonsense Chapter 3 || Gwyn x Rhysand by @respecttheshoes

Rumor Has It || Gwyn x Rhysand fic by @sadiegirl2021

The Valkyrie and the Pirate Lord || Gwyn x Rolfe fic by kt4

OTHER CONTENTS

Gwyn x Dorian moodboard by @gwynrieldreams

Gwyn x Nesta by @pinksunshineee

Gwyn x Tarquin moodboard by @sunshinebingo

Gwyn ships by @sadiegirl2021

DAY 7: FREE DAY

FANARTS

Gwyn arts by @jmoonjones

Gwyn art by @jadedbugart

Gwyn x Nesta art by @pitohiu

Gwyn art by aggiedraws_

Gwyn becoming a Valkyrie art by bluenefelibata

Gwyn x Azriel art by foxydraws_

Gwyn x Azriel art by lamahaivoro_art

Gwyn art by pineapplecandy_art

Gwyn art by icelynember

Gwyn art by nekos_drawings

Gwyn art by starstrucklavender

COMMISSIONS

Gwyn commission by @acourtdelaluna

Gwyn commission by @lovelymoonflower1 & @miseryreads

Gwyn in dark academia commission by @lovelygwyneth

Gwyn AU commission by @lulufoxlainfawn

Gwyn with Pegasus commission by @lady-embers & @gwynrieldefenseatty

Gwyn AU commission by @lulufoxlainfawn & @lady-embers

Gwyn commission by @trashforazriel

Gwyn x Azriel commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn & Emerie commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn x Azriel commission by @lady-embers & @kt-reads-things

Gwyn x Nesta commission by @tsundoku-life

Gwyn commission by krssyreads_

Gwyn commission by bookish_art_cat

Gwyn x Azriel commission by @kt-reads-things , mads_artgallery, _lady_autumn_ & bluestargirl_arts

Gwyn commission by blues.n.books

FANFICS

Accountabilibuddies || Gwyn x Hunt fic by @thevalkyriess

Alive and Well || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @gwynniethenymph

Like Calls To Like || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @shirly-gallagher

Rumor Has It Chapter 7 || Gwyn x Rhysand fic by @sadiegirl2021

Sorrow And Salvation poetry by @psychiatry-and-poetry

OTHER CONTENTS

Gwyn's closet by @gwynrieldreams

Gwyn's closet by @gwynrieldreams

Gwyn moodboard by @octobers-veryown

Gwyn moodboard by @readerinhidingx

Gwyn's Instagram by @readerinhidingx

Gwyn edit by @sadiegirl2021

Gwyn and Valkyries moodboard by @sunshinebingo

Gwyn moodboard by @toolsofmyenemy

A heartfelt thank you to everyone who supported us. If we happened to miss any entries, feel free to remind us.

Until we see you next year 🩵

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✧ GWYN WEEK 2025 ✧⁠

MASTERLIST Part I

Event art I || Event art II || Part II || Part III || Part IV

DAY 1: PHOENIX - THE SPIRIT OF A WARRIOR

FANARTS

Gwyn art by @froggybogwitch

Gwyn art by @positivewitch

Gwyn art by @maplepalette

Gwyn art by _samsketchhes

Gwyn art by foxydraws_

Gwyn art by _girl.in.books._

Gwyn art by jinart369

Gwyn art by kloartz

Gwyn art by pineapplecandy_art

Gwyn art by qwilladraws

Gwyn art by thegirlunderthelines

COMMISSIONS

Gwyn commission by @acourtdelaluna

Gwyn commission by @amandapearls

Gwyn commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn commission by @lady-embers

Gwyn commission by @lovelygwyneth

Gwyn commission by @lulufoxlainfawn

Gwyn commission by @oristian & missiemei

Gwyn commission by @kt-reads-things

Gwyn commission by krssyreads

Gwyn commission by blues.n.books

FANFICS

Rumour Has It Chapter 1 || Gwyn fic by @sadiegirl2021

Soldier (Of The Mind And Body) || Gwyn fic by @psychiatry-and-poetry

Spirit Of A Warrior || Gwyn and Cassian fic by @sunshinebingo

OTHER CONTENTS

Album cover by anonymous

Gwyn moodboard by @readerinhidingx

Gwyn moodboard by @readerinhidingx

Gwyn edit by @sadiegirl2021

Gwyn moodboard by @toolsofmyenemy

A heartfelt thank you to everyone who supported us. If we happened to miss any entries, feel free to remind us.

Until we see you next year 🩵

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✧⁠ GWYN WEEK 2025 ✧

MASTERLIST Part III

Event art I || Event art II || Part I || Part II || Part IV

DAY 4: NYMPH - THE MAGIC OF THE NAIADS

FANARTS

Gwyn art by @grimseverity

Gwyn art by shayded.art

Gwyn art by yeliah_le_beb

Gwyn art by lily_nox

Gwyn x Emerie art by greenleaf777

COMMISSIONS

Gwyn commission by @acourtdelaluna

Gwyn commission by @lady-embers

Gwyn commission by @lovelymoonflower1 & @goghwilde

Gwyn commission by @lulufoxlainfawn

Gwyn commission by @miseryreads

Gwyn commission by @theothercats

Gwyn commission by @kt-reads-things

Gwyn commission by mads_gallery

Gwyn commission by missiemei

FANFICS

Faith Chapter 4 || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @respecttheshoes

Nymph || Gwyn fic by @respecttheshoes

Rumour Has It || Gwyn x Rhysand fic by @sadiegirl2021

Solace In The Seas || Gwyn fic by @psychiatry-and-poetry

OTHER CONTENTS

Gwyn moodboard by @lovelygwyneth

Gwyn moodboard by @meridastone

Gwyn moodboard by @readerinhidingx

Gwyn moodboard by @readerinhidingx

Gwyn moodboard by @sunshinebingo

Gwyn edit by @sadiegirl2021

Gwyn moodboard by @venusin-aries

DAY 5: DESTINY - THE PATH AHEAD

FANARTS

Gwyn art by @artinelysian

Gwyn art by aggiedraws_

Gwyn art by foxydraws_

Gwyn x Azriel art by lamahaivoro_art

COMMISSIONS

Gwyn commission by @acourtdelaluna & @lulufoxlainfawn

Gwyn x Azriel commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn commission by @kt-reads-things

Gwyn commission by @miseryreads

FANFICS

A Hop To The Future || Gwyn and daughter fic by @sunshinebingo

Drunken Fantasy || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @psychiatry-and-poetry

I've Got This Friend || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @temperedink

Rumour Has It || Gwyn x Rhysand fic by @sadiegirl2021

OTHER CONTENTS

Gwyn moodboard by @readerinhidingx

Gwyn future by @sadiegirl2021

A heartfelt thank you to everyone who supported us. If we happened to miss any entries, feel free to remind us.

Until we see you next year 🩵

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✧⁠ GWYN WEEK 2025 ✧⁠

MASTERLIST Part II

Event art I || Event art II || Part I || Part III || Part IV

DAY 2: SONGBIRD - THE SOUL OF A SINGER

FANARTS

Gwyn art by chestudio

Gwyn art by foxydrew

Gwyn art by pineapplecandy_art

Gwyn and Valkyries art by yeliah_le_beb

COMMISSIONS

Gwyn and Catrin commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn commission by @lady-embers

Gwyn commission by @lulufoxlainfawn & @gwynrieldefenseatty

Gwyn commission by @miseryreads

Gwyn commission by @kt-reads-things & krssyreads_

Gwyn x Azriel commission by @oristian

Gwyn commission by bookish_art_cat

Gwyn commission by missiemei

FANFICS

Dance Of Souls || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @psychiatry-and-poetry

Rumour Has It Chapter 2 || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @sadiegirl2021

Songbird || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @sunshinebingo

OTHER CONTENTS

Gwyn moodboard by @meridastone

Gwyn moodboard by @gwynethberdarasupremecy

Songs Gwyn would sing by @pinksunshineee

Gwyn edit by @sadiegirl2021

Gwyn moodboard by @maplepalette

DAY 3: TETHERS - BONDS THAT HEAL

FANARTS

Gwyn and Valkyries art by @heirofshadowsingers

Gwyn, Catrin and Valkyries art by @positivewitch

Gwyn art by icelynember

COMMISSIONS

Gwyn and Valkyries commission by @freyjas-musings

Gwyn and Bryce commission by @lovelymoonflower1

Gwyn and Catrin commission by @gwynrieldefenseatty

Gwyn x Elain commission by @lulufoxlainfawn & @lady-embers

Gwyn x Emerie commission by @cateyesinlove

Gwyn and Catrin commission by @lulufoxlainfawn & ktreadsthings

Gwyn and Valkyries commission by @acourtdelaluna , @lulufoxlainfawn & @miseryreads

Gwyn and Catrin commission by krssyreads_

Gwyn and Azriel art by blues.n.books

FANFICS

Bindings Of Fate || Gwyn x Azriel fic by @psychiatry-and-poetry

Rumour Has It Chapter 3 || Gwyn x Rhysand fic by @sadiegirl2021

Principal High Priestess || Gwyn and priestess fic by @shadowqueenjude

OTHER CONTENTS

Gwyn, Valkyries and Bat boys incorrect quotes by @sunshinebingo

Gwyn edit by @sadiegirl2021

A heartfelt thank you to everyone who supported us. If we happened to miss any entries, feel free to remind us.

Until we see you next year 🩵

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She's so beautiful 🥹😍

✨🎀 𝒢 𝒲 𝒴 𝒩 🎀✨

Gwyn Berdara by the amazing @artofmii !! I absolutely love the way you draw women and your style is one of a kind. Thank you for being so lovely to work with 🩵✨

No reposts without permission and do not use this art for anti content please.

IG post can be found here.

@gwynweekofficial thank you 🩵✨

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Hello everyone, we are finally closing all submissions for Gwyn Week 2025.

We will be back next year but until then we will not be accepting any more contents on the page. Thank you again guys for your wonderful support on everything 🩵

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Let’s take a moment to appreciate this absolute cuteness by @cedakotes.

Thank you, Ce, we love it with our whole hearts 🤗🩵

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We're happy we could bring you joy 🥰 and everyone did so well! We're in awe🥺

While I may not have been in the Gwynlain week posts among the chaos of my life currently, every post I have seen has meant so much to me, especially as I enjoy catching up (and look forward to doing more next year) so I just wanted to say thank you to Gwyn Week & everyone who has been sharing such beautiful things that my heart truly needed!

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Aww this was so sweet 🥺😍

Alive and Well

Summary: Under the sky of Sangravah, fearing the imposing war, Gwyn has a question for Azriel.

Hey there! Hope you're all alright. This is my little contribution to Gwyn Week, although I am a bit late (sorry for that). I think it would fit in Day Seven: Free Day? But it could fit into other days too, I guess. Anyways, here it is! Read below the cut or in Ao3.

The infinite tapestry of stars woven in the sky was brutally familiar, Gwyn thought. She believed there were very few people who would recognize the sky of Sangravah as well as she did, and the fact that Rhysand determined they - they, as in the three troops who would go to war at dawn - should take camping right there proved he did not, in fact, know this sky.

Gwyn hummed to herself, deep in thought. Actually, they probably didn’t know what Sangravah even was. They always referred to it as the sacred temple she lived in for twenty-six years of life, and while Gwyn did live in the Temple of Sangravah, Sangravah itself was the foremost district of the Autumn Court, the closest to the borders between Summer and Spring. A very wild land, as it was subject to three kinds of magic due to its geographical position.

She again peered at the sky and wondered if she would be info-dumping all of this to Nesta if Lady Death wasn’t being ravaged by Cassian in their tent, or if her anxiety was such that she would not be able to speak. It was probably the latter, but she would not blame herself for being nervous before a literal war. Snatching her sword from the ground, Gwyn returned to her practice of the Eight-Pointed-Star, the physical exertion a brief escape from her mind.

Azriel smiled quietly at her, leaning against a tree branch that was certainly rotten and would soon fall, if the scent of the familiar wood was any clue - and she would not warn him. His shadows, barely visible in the penumbra, came forward to greet her happily.

Gwyn feared having lost some of her ability with the sword when she exchanged it for the swifter knife and the occasional poison Azriel’s spies usually preferred. Her heart knew that to be the right choice, but it was hard to make it settle today. Only after a couple of hours of repetition, when her muscles were aching and seemed to have memorized the movement, did she stop for a few minutes to rest. And only then did she notice him.

“You should be resting, Priestess.” His voice was a swift breeze over her nerves - even if the words pissed her off.

“Haven’t we talked about lurking in the shadows and spying on your spies, Shadowsinger?”

“Well, any spy of mine should at least be able to notice a two-meter tall winged creature staring at them for two hours.”

“And why, my dear Spymaster, were you staring at me for two hours when your family is all together by the fire, telling stories?”

Azriel didn’t answer immediately, and Gwyn turned away from him to put her sword aside and pick up her arrow. It was only when his scent enveloped her that Gwyn realized he had moved closer.

“We are really close to your Temple, aren’t we?” His tone was so casual she could have mistaken the intense worry in those golden eyes. Azriel took the stack of arrows away from her, and Gwyn gave him an annoyed huff in response, but did not try to get it back.

“Yes, we are.” She murmured in a small voice that wasn’t very characteristic of her. Azriel only waited for the continuation he knew would come, sitting down on a fallen branch.

Gwyn peered at the sky again “Did you know,” she began, going to sit by his side “that the only Courts graced with Starfall are Solar ones?”

Azriel hummed inquisitively, bumping her with his shoulder “No, I didn’t”.

Gwyn nodded absently, still staring at the stars “Down here, all we could see were the souls passing through the sky, but they only fall after The Middle, and mostly in the Night Court,” she chuckled. “Catrin used to call it Starpass. She… we… used to wonder if we would ever see them actually fall.”

Gwyn didn’t see it, but Azriel stared intently at her, never once looking at the stars. She had enough of those in the form of freckles, anyway. After a few moments, he answered quietly “You did, in the end.”

Gwyn contemplated, finally looking at him, a wistful smile on her lips “I did.”

They both turned to the sky then, a question for him burning in the back of Gwyn’s mind. His shadows danced, as if they heard a music their master couldn’t. She knew all too well why Azriel sat by her side, the heat of his skin warming her up in all the points their bodies touched, stargazing instead of conversing and laughing with his family for what could very well be the last time.

And while she desired, deep in her heart and soul, that it was because he felt something more for her, that he longed for her as she did for him, Gwyn knew it was not that. But his friendship, his presence, his trust were enough as she questioned if she would survive the next few weeks, or months.

But still… Gwyn thought of all the things she wanted to do when she left the library and moved to the House of Wind, three years ago. Many of them she had conquered, but the remaining wishes seemed to nag at her soul and claw at her skin. And she now had the chance to brave at least another one of them, if only she had the courage.

The Valkyrie took a deep breath before whispering at his side, “Azriel?”

He looked at her and furrowed his brows at whatever he saw in the depth of her eyes, in the flush of her cheeks. “Gwyn?”

Her name in his lips made all of her skin rise with goosebumps, and for a moment, Gwyn cowered. He would probably refuse her, and even if he didn’t, she wouldn’t know what to do after, and it would be awful and ruin their friendship… Then Gwyn remembered that she would, more likely than not, die in this war.

“Would you kiss me?” She breathed, looking at anywhere but him. And it was a shame that she wasn’t staring at his eyes, as if she were, Gwyn would immediately notice all the want, longing and need written there long before she asked anything. Instead, all Gwyn felt was his body going stiff next to her, and started immediately blurting out her explanation.

“It’s just that… Mother, we’re going to war tomorrow, and I- I have never been kissed. I really don’t want to die without being kissed-”

When she finally looked at him, Azriel's eyes were narrowed, hardened on her, and he said nothing. Gwyn felt the flush of her cheeks spreading to her neck and ears in her embarrassment. She looked down again, “Forget it, I’m sorry-”

“Gwyneth.” He stopped her, his voice grave, and she could only shake her head.

“Gwyneth, look at me.” When she refused to meet his eyes, a calloused hand took hold of her chin, lifting her head until ocean teal met golden hazel.

“You are not dying tomorrow, or at any time close.” He uttered with such certainty that she almost believed he could control time and death and protect her from both.

“Azriel-” She started, her eyes softening. He shook his head.

“You won’t. Not on my watch. So don’t you dare ask me to kiss you when you’ll have ten thousand years more to kiss a better male-”

And as she took his other hand in hers, Gwyn couldn’t help but interrupt him “I want to kiss you,” Azriel lifted his eyes to hers in shock, and she continued “It… it couldn’t be anyone else, Az. You are my best friend. My mentor. The one I trust the most in this universe, and don’t tell Nesta I said that,” He chuckled, but his eyes were lined with silver “It couldn’t be anyone else.” She whispered with finality.

They stared at each other for what could be minutes or hours, lost in what could be a confession as well as a challenge, and when Azriel made no movement to kiss her, Gwyn finally drove her eyes away, the shame and embarrassment returning at full force. “And I still don’t want to fight a war before having my first kiss, but if you don’t want to, that’s alright and-”

“Gwyn…” He again lifted her head, cradling her cheek with his perfect hand, eyes bearing all he felt for her, no longer able to keep it to himself “Are you sure?”

Gwyn could only nod, at a loss for words, heart drumming in her chest as if she were in the middle of battlefield. Azriel chuckled, “Use your words, love”, and she could not - for his thumb swept across her lower lip, and all the air left her lungs. Azriel beamed knowingly, and it was purely her will to take that smug expression out of his face that made her utter, “Yes, Azriel.”

She felt his exhale, and then one of his hands was cupping the back of her neck while the other, again, lifted her chin until their mouths were just a mere inch apart, eyes never parting from each other’s, not until his lips brushed hers and her eyelids fell on their own will. And it was Gwyn who leaned forward to, finally, take his lips completely, both sighing in relief.

Azriel didn’t seem to mind her lack of experience or her initial awkwardness as he guided Gwyn to brush her lips over his, and Gwyn almost melted all over him. It was… pure bliss and rightness crashing upon her as a wave would upon the sand, a sense of belonging settling in her chest.

His tongue lapped at her lips, and she allowed him to deepen the kiss hurriedly as he grinned over her mouth, a hand on her waist pulling her closer until all she felt around was the scent of cedar and night chilled mist and Azriel, Azriel, Azriel. Gwyn felt his shadows surrounding them in swift caresses, brushing her back, her neck, her face, and she had to break the kiss to giggle at them.

Azriel looked at her in what Gwyn could only call adoration, the most beautiful smile softening his handsome features, his lips swollen and red from their… activities. Gwyn knew hers must look the same, and her cheeks were probably as red as her hair. Still, she smiled back at him.

“Do you have any idea of how beautiful you are?” He murmured, cupping her face. Gwyn leaned into his touch, letting Azriel caress her cheeks reverently as he continued, “Every time I look at you, I am left stunned. When we first got here, to this place, all I could think of was how the rivers mirror the exact color of these lovely eyes of yours,” he leaned in to brush his lips over hers again, pulling her closer until she straddled him, “Like the Mother herself had taken little pieces of Her most beautiful creation and breathed life into them to make you.”

Gwyn had no words to tell him how much she felt for him. How much she believed him sacred, her most beautiful blessing. Her mate, hers. So instead, she kissed him again.

This time, Azriel hands were everywhere. He hugged her waist, his experienced hands brushing along all her spine, grabbing the cheeks of her ass, cupping her breast over the shirt. Gwyn moaned into his mouth every time he discovered a particularly sensitive place, and began an exploration of her own. She skimmed her fingers over his neck and felt him shiver at the touch, brushed her hands over those delicious abs, outlined the base of his imposing, beautiful wings, never daring to touch, but getting a growl in response nevertheless.

She could only whine a needy, breathless sound when he broke the kiss and nuzzled his head in the curve of her neck, but he hummed in response, “Gwyn…”

“Az, please-” He groaned, but didn’t go back to kissing her like she needed him to. “We can’t, love.”

At that, Gwyn pulled a little further from him to frown “Why not?” Perhaps she was being too needy, too soon, but the heat in her core was all she could think about.

“Let’s- let’s not rush it, Gwyn,” he seemed to need an immense amount of restraint to not pull her back into him and kiss her until the stars died out.

“Az…” she started, but he shushed her with a peck to her lips. “No, don't say it. We'll… get through this. We will, Gwyn.”

She looked deeply into his eyes, her hands framing his face as she nuzzled his jaw. “Yes… yes, we will.” She said through the fear in her heart, and smiled at him.

But his finger gripped her waist tighter, as if he never intended to let her go, “Promise me, Gwyn. Promise you will come back for me alive and well.”

“You can't… I can't promise this, Azriel-”

“Gwyn. Gwyn, please. I promise you I will come back for you.” The fear in his eyes nearly broke her. So she whispered, “I promise you, Azriel, I will come back.”

“Alive and well,” he urged. She smiled.

“Alive and well.”

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All of these are so adorable 😻😻

I was sick the last few days so here’s my belated Gwyn week!! @gwynweekofficial

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Gwyn Week 2025

As we come to the end of Gwyn Week 2025 we would like to first and foremost thank everyone who participated.

The sheer volume of content and the quality of content that was submitted through the event this week was exceptional. The love Gwyn's character was shown was heart-warming and so wholesome. So, thank you all for coming together and celebrating her the way she deserves.

We understand that some of you may have not been able to complete your entries by the last day of the event and for those we are happy to inform that we will be accepting late submissions till the 25th of June. We will be officially closing all submissions after that day until next year's event.

Even on stories only solo Gwyn content will be shared.

Thank you all again. We will be back with Gwyn Week 2026 next year.

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Our favorite Priestess is looking so ethereal in this art by pineapplecandy_art

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We love how amazing Gwyn and Azriel look in this art by foxydraws_

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aggiedraws_ has gifted us again with this incredible Gwyn art

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A spectacular art by romantasy_artworks featuring Gwyn and Azriel

Commissioned by mads_artgallery, _lady_autumn_, ktreadsthings & bluestargirl_arts

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Aww so cute😍😍

Gwynriel Fic | Post Canon |Slowish Burn

Words: 4k+ (Gwyn's POV)

Chapter: 8 of 10

Rating: Explicit

Platform: Ao3

Story Summary: Gwyn discovers a hot spring carved into the mountains high above the training ring at The House of Wind...

After the Blood Rite she spends every night for almost a week soaking in the healing pool, when one night Azriel and his shadows crash her solitude...

But, he is more than welcome company, and his presence soon becomes a routine...

START FROM THE BEGINNING HERE

Read a snippet of chapter 8 under the cut

Azriel was right. He had caught her trying to flee that morning.

When she awoke from the best sleep, possibly ever, draped over his body like she belonged to him, she panicked. Again.

He looked like some kind of beautiful sleeping god, lying there all unbothered and contented. She watched his relaxed features, took in the calm rise and fall of his chest as he slept. And panicked.

Because what if?

What if she misread the signs?

Mating bonds could be fickle pairings. Though rare and coveted, they were not perfect. Mystery shrouded The Bond, and most of the documentation she could find on the subject were religious texts written by biased and often fanatical priestesses or speculative tales scrawled by High Lords and their delegates. Often, if not always, the male would realize the bond first, and as one could imagine, some males took what was meant to be a gift, whether the female agreed or accepted the male or not. And if history taught Gwyn anything about this unique, tumultuous gift, it was that a rejected party would descend into madness quickly.

But there was very little documentation from the female perspective.

So what if she was wrong?

How could he sleep next to her and touch her as he had without feeling the clawing she felt? How could he not hear her? How could he not feel her? How could he just ignore what she was sure of?

What if his shadows were wrong?

What if they sang of her feelings and not of facts? What if it was nothing more than infatuation? What if it was all just lust?

What if she was wrong about everything?

As morning crept into the darkness, so did her fear and her doubt, and the only logical thing she could think to do was run away, to hopefully preserve her sanity and her heart. And when Gwyn was caught trying to sneak out, she was sure Azriel would be upset.

But he wasn't.

If anything, the sweetness he showered her with calmed her nerves and her racing thoughts. He soothed her worry with a simple touch, with the press of his lips, and she was sure all the more that a life without him would drive her insane.

There had to be something there, something larger than themselves. There had to be. Because if there wasn't, she knew that madness would be nothing but a breath away from taking her under.

And as they moved together, as their bodies, lips, and tongues melded, she gladly lost herself within this lazy morning pleasure. She took the pleasure offered greedily because, if this was all they were, she would need these memories just to continue on without him. She felt like a coward, unsure how to broach the subject, didn't know how to put herself out there or how to put her feelings into words, and didn't know how to open up to be vulnerable like that.

"You should probably get dressed." He muttered half-heartedly against her throat, as he trailed kisses across her skin, and Gwyn let out a whiny sort of moan. "Or you will definitely be late."

The thought of leaving him, though, felt like ripping roots from dirt, like walking against a current, or like sinking into quicksand. Still, she was expected at their morning priestess service, and she had never been late before. But the notion of leaving him now, after watching him unravel below her, after the feeling of him wrapped around her, she couldn't bear it. So she devised a way to keep him closer a bit longer by inviting him to their morning service. Even if she wasn't at his side, she would know that he was there, and that might be enough to satiate her anxiety.

Read More Here!

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This sensual art of Gwyn by @jadedbugart is nothing short of a masterpiece