#gwynriel ao3

[jennierubyjanersblog]

Gwynriel Academic Rivals AU

“Why did you sign up for that Mythology and Folklore class? You’re not even interested in that, Az.”

Azriel wasn’t.

But Berdara was.

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Lately, I’ve been working on a Gwynriel Academic Rivals to Rivals with Benefits to Lovers AU. Still debating whether or not I should post it. But until I decide, I just wanted to let this moodboard and a snipped of it. 🙂

[vikingmagic33]

Chapter 8 has now been added to my Gwynriel Pirate AU fanfic on AO3.

Link to Update!

@trashforazriel @beaumaismortel @mmiscbutterflies @sunshinebingo @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @foreverinelysian @headcanonheadcase @sv0430 @shisingh @gwynrielweeksofficial

[shadowsingerspriestess]

look at that, the cRaCkSHip 🤪 just reached 500 stories on Ao3 in only a year and a couple of months 🎉🥳

Thank you to all the amazing writers who take their time blessing us with their amazing work! 💕💕💕

[bearbluebooks]

A commission for a Court of Whispered Melodies made by @lucielart

I am so excited to finally share this commission made by the super talented @lucielart. Be sure to check her out on Instagram!

For day 7 @gwynrielweeksofficial - healing

The vision for the piece was inner calm, rest, peace.

I believe they will be each other’s safe spaces through their mutual understanding of hurt and trauma. Azriel will be finally able to breathe and lay down his head to rest as Gwyn watches over him. Azriel will help her realize her own strength and resilience.

I can’t wait to explore this theme and their journey in the fic. Read the first three chapters on AO3.

[daevastanner]

Hi. Reminder that canonically Azriel’s siphons flash and he stutters (for the first time in the whole series) when it’s mentioned Gwyn is in danger ✌️ — And this is his reaction when just a few months ago he didn’t consider Gwyn a friend 😏

[thebelladonnamoon]

A Court of Scars and Shadows | Chapter 43 | Mating Ceremony Artwork

Gwyn repeated the vow. And in that moment, she knew only three things with absolute certainty.

The first, safety is scarred hands reaching for her freckled ones. 

The second, home is the hazel-hued fire that finds her eyes in every crowd.

The last, love is the baritone melody of a laugh and the hidden dimples that follow.

There is pain and misfortune in this world, but there are no accidents. And no matter the cost, she would do it all again to be right here, with him. 

As their hands were finally bound with ribbon and shadow, they sealed their vows with a kiss. A chorus of cheers filled the meadow.

Something restless settled within her. 

-A Court of Scars and Shadows

I’ve been looking for so long for the perfect artist to illustrate one of my favourite scenes from my Gwynriel fic ACOSAS and now I’m so excited to show you how it turned out! Luna did such an incredible job and I am in awe of her artistry 🥰

Read the chapter that inspired this artwork here

Artist: lunart.s

[sadiegirl2021]

My submission for @gwynrielweeksofficial on Ao3

One bed trope mixed with firsts!

Where It All Started - Sneak Peak

It all began innocently enough.

One night, Gwyn found herself ensnared in a recurring nightmare, the kind that relentlessly disturbed her sleep. Azriel's shadows had woken him up, whispering that Gwyn needed his help. He hadn’t been in her room before. She’d claimed one near his own a few months ago, finally accepting Nesta’s offer to live in the main house.

Without hesitation, Azriel, armed with his trusty dagger, hurried to her room, ready to defend his friend. But, upon entering, he discovered no external threat—only Gwyn thrashing feverishly in bed, repeatedly uttering the word 'no.'

“Gwyn,” he called gently, hesitant to touch her. He instructed his shadows to shake her lightly while trying to call to her again.

“Gwyn!” This time she responded, shooting up out of bed, startled and frantic, scanning her surroundings for intruders, sweat coating her body.

“It was just a nightmare,” Azriel reassured her, settling himself at the foot of her bed while reaching for her hand.

“It felt so real,” she said, her breaths coming in pants, unshed tears threatening to fall.

Azriel squeezed her hand in comfort. She willed herself not to cry, running through her mind-stilling, trying to calm herself.

He copied her breathing in solidarity, wondering if she had bad dreams like this in the priestess dormitories and how they would soothe her back to sleep. All he could offer was his patience.

When Gwyn had finally calmed, Azriel dropped her hand, moving to leave her to sleep. “I’ll be down the hall if you need me,” he said, offering a small smile as he rose.

She grabbed his hand back before he could leave. “Az….”

He looked at her with a softness she rarely saw. “Yes?”

“Can you stay with me tonight… please?”

Azriel nodded. He moved to grab one of the chairs near the fireplace to place beside her bed.

"Can you sleep beside me, maybe hold me? My sister used to do that when I had nightmares," she interjected.

Azriel nodded once more but glanced down at himself. He had rushed into her room so quickly that he was only now painfully aware he was in just his undershorts. "Do you want me to put more clothes on first?" he asked tentatively.

She probably should have been more concerned about his lack of dress, but she trusted Azriel. He could be completely bare, and she knew he wouldn’t touch her without permission. "No, it’s fine," she replied, pulling the blanket down for him to join her in bed.

They adjusted until Azriel’s arm enveloped her shoulders, and her face nestled against his chest. He couldn’t help but inhale her scent as her hair brushed against his nose. It was hypnotic, lavender and sun-kissed oceans. Had anyone ever smelt so divine to him? His wing instinctively wrapped around her like an extra blanket of protection against the world.

“Thank you, Azriel… It’s coming up to the anniversary of losing Catrin. The nightmares are always worse around this time.”

Azriel’s heart squeezed. He should have remembered it was coming up, but he tried to block out the memories of that day as much as possible.

“Of course, Gwyn. I’m always here for you… we all are,” he reassured her, placing a gentle kiss on her head. She snuggled closer, holding him tighter. Azriel could get used to this. He couldn’t remember the last time he just held someone. He was usually all business when it came to intimacy. Trousers were back on right after, and he was out the door before he could be roped into pillow talk.

But this was nice. Gwyn felt so soft and warm, and he couldn’t resist tracing soothing circles along her arm as he listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart. He willed his own to beat in sync.

It felt right being with her in this way, an additional means to comfort and protect her. Lately, he found himself doing that quite often—keeping a watchful eye on her during training, strolling a bit closer to her in the city, sitting beside her at dinner… and breakfast, and sometimes lunch! If she noticed the extra attention, she didn't mention it. They were friends after all… maybe even more than that. He was drawn to her. And not just because she was the most beautiful female he'd ever met, but because she was so much more than that. She was strong, fierce, and competitive. And he loved spending time with her.

“Azriel,” Gwyn whispered.

“Yes?” he replied, feeling extremely relaxed. Which was rare for him.

“What are you thinking about?”

He smiled to himself, “I was thinking you might be the best friend I’ve ever had.”

She laughed against his chest, “Wow! Don’t tell Nesta that!” He chuckled in agreement.

“Do your shadows sleep?” she asked.

Azriel hummed a ‘yes’.

“Where?”

“In the corner, under the bed, beside the door… anywhere dark.”

Gwyn went quiet, and he could feel himself falling asleep. That was until she asked, “Did they tell you I was dreaming?”

“Yes,” he confirmed while letting out a yawn he couldn’t hold back.

He could feel Gwyn smile against his chest, “Do you want me to stop talking now?”

“No, no… I’m fine,” he answered, his voice unconvincing as he held in a second yawn. Staying awake seemed impossible.

Gwyn chuckled. “Goodnight, Azriel,” she murmured, placing a tiny kiss against him, right on his heart.

Azriel tightened his grip on her. “Goodnight, Gwyn.”

Within moments, he drifted into oblivion, Gwyn not far behind.

They both slept soundly, undisturbed by anything else for the rest of the night.

[mystical-blaise]

Hey! I was wondering; do we have your permission to email sjmaas legal team & tell them about the copyright infringement about the book binding of your fanfics as well as contact the archive of our own legal team for support so the sjm team doesn’t go after you for writing said fanfic? Or would you prefer to go another avenue?

Etsy has a ridiculous policy that only lets you report copyright infringement if you are a part of the team of the people in question (obviously not with sjm team). I figured they (the sjm legal team) would be swift but I wanted to get your permission.

Hi Anon, while I appreciate the support, DO NOT under any circumstances, go to the SJM team. You know, unless you want them to start potentially going after SJM-based fanfiction online. I don't want that; you don't want that. Here's the thing about fanfiction: It's a derivative work, and generally no one cares as long as (1) no one is making a profit from it* and/or (2) the original works in question, or author, isn't harmed or their works haven't been harmed by the derivative take.**

(*Which is why for artists to make a legal profit from copywritten characters, it's best practice to get licensing **See why Anne Rice said no to fanfic)

Fanfiction at its core is using published characters in a different way than the author. The author and/or publisher still owns the rights to the characters. So, no, a fanfiction author whose works have been posted/sold/etc cannot claim copyright infringement. The legality here is that no one is allowed to profit in any way, without permission or licensing, from a derivative work. Charging more for just the book binding supplies itself, where one makes no profit but simply makes themselves whole, is where the whole thing is illegal. Now, the fanfiction authors themselves may not get punished for it, but we also do not want this online. All we can do is try to get the listings pulled and get the store shut down.

If you want to help, which is appreciated, all you can do is keep reporting. And if you are going to report this to Etsy; DO NOT REPORT IT FOR VIOLATING COPYRIGHT. REPORT IT AS ILLEGAL AND AGAINST THEIR POLICIES. ALSO REPORT THE STORE AND NOT JUST THE LISTINGS.

Thank you. Disclaimer: I am not a copyright lawyer, but that is my understanding of derivative works.

[hlizr50]

Hello, friends! It’s been a minute!

Chapter 4 is posted on AO3 for your enjoyment!!

We’re almost halfway! Thank you for checking out this fic, even though it’s out being updated as regularly as you might be used to. I’ve been struggling with the imposter syndrome really hard, and struggling with my self-esteem as a writer (and as a human, really) so I’ve been a little less productive lately.

Read on AO3

Here’s a little snippet to tempt you:

Gwyn looked at him expectantly, cheeks dusted in a delicious cotton candy pink. And though it didn’t register to his beauty-addled mind what that meant, the buzz in his pocket made it clear that she was waiting for him to pick up the conversation. With a jerk of his chin Azriel turned, making sure the pretty redhead was at his side before he started walking and fished out his phone.

I said I’m doing great and that I’m impressed with your sign language. I know I didn’t send you videos for all of that, which means you’re either an overachiever or you’re up to something.

With a chuff, Azriel replied, Why can’t it be both?

After firing off the text, he second-guessed his words, and immediately thumbed another message in an attempt to make his intentions more clear.

Maybe I just want to be able to talk to a pretty girl.

The sidelong glance he cast her way caught the redness spreading over her freckles and up to the tips of her ears, which prompted a contented little grin to curl his lips upward.

He wanted to keep making her blush, too.

Tag List: I honestly don’t remember who was on my tag list since I stopped writing on my work computer. So I’m going to tag a few names I’m pretty certain of, and if you’d like to be added or removed, just let me know!

@vikingmagic33 @daevastanner @sunshinebingo @thelovelymadone @highladyofillyria @shadowsxgwynriel @trashforazriel @mystical-blaise @foreverinelysian @freyjas-musings @bearbluebooks @aldbooks @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @sv0430

[thatdeshigirl]

when the fanfiction is so good you start to forget which storyline is from the book and which is from the fanfic 💥💳💥💳

[fimproda]

@nestaarcheronweek

Day Four: Lover ♕ Nesta has had many opportunities for love across Prythian — who do you ship her with? Cassian? Emerie? Eris? Gwyn? Azriel? Cresseida? Any and all ships are welcome!

I don't think it's necessary to say it at this point, but I'm a Nessian girlie through and through.

So, allow me this self-indulgent and self-referential publicity, and let's all conveniently forget that I haven't updated this fic since last August.

Read Constellations on AO3

Featuring:

A sex shop in Velaris 🍆

Funny, fluffy, spicy Nessian 🌶

Some Valkyrie shenanigans ⚔️

A little Gwynriel and Emorie 💘

Illyrian women getting their wings back 🦇

A couple of Dawn Court cameos 🎎

And lots of Nesta being the queen she is 👑

[jennierubyjanersblog]

INTIMACY 

well, after some time, I am back with a new chapter. Please be aware of the big warning at the beginning of the chapter!

INTENSITY

WARNING: the chapter involves explicit anal sex. In case you’re uncomfortable with it, I’d recommend skipping this chapter. 

SNIPPET

His words almost sent her over the edge, Gwyn’s spine curving and her ass pushing further against him. “W-what’s holding you back now, then, Shadowsinger?” Gwyn panted shakily.

At her taunting, Azriel’s hips halted, his cock almost out of her. A sinister smirk adorned his handsome, lust-filled face, as Azriel grabbed her cheeks and gently turned her face to look at him. “Am I not fucking you good enough, my dear Gwyneth?”

A shiver ran down her back at his sensual voice, at the dark edge into his words. She bit her lip, aware of what was to come, but her body ached for more. “If you stopped to question this, you got your answer.”

[vikingmagic33]

@beaumaismortel I don’t deserve you, but I love you just the same.

You just motivated me to work on my edits to the next chapter! Moonlit cove… a little rum perhaps?! Tension anyone?

Get caught up on AO3

Tags for my feral friends, but don’t forget… a little slow burn never killed anyone. 😎

@trashforazriel @mmiscbutterflies @sunshinebingo @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @headcanonheadcase

[shadowsingerspriestess]

SECRET

READ ON AO3

It's been some time since I last posted a story, but what better way to celebrate my birthday than posting a smutty Gwynriel fic, lol There is not much plot (not at all, tbh) - it's a modern, FWB Gwynriel. Enjoy ☺ Warning: NSFW

Pleasure coursed through Gwyn’s body. Her knuckles were white from the grip she had on the bed frame. Her head hung low, amber hair covering both sides of her face. Gwyn’s thighs trembled when Azriel’s cock hit that one spot that made her see stars. Gwyn buried her head into the pillow to muffle the scream in pleasure.

Azriel’s hand wrapped around her hair and yanked her head back with enough force to make Gwyn whimper.

“Don’t hide those pretty noises, love,” he said in a low voice. “I want everyone to hear you, to know how good I fuck you.”

Gwyn bucked her hips at his words. She needed him deeper, though he was already buried to the hilt. Her walls clenched around his cock, earning a deep grunt from Azriel. Gwyn closed her eyes and listened to the lewd noises filling her room. Moans and groans in pleasure, skin slapping against skin, his thick cock furiously slamming in and out her aching pussy.

“Please, Az.”

“Please what, Gwyneth?”

Gwyn was delirious from pleasure, words barely coming out of her. “F-fuck me harder. Faster. Deeper. Please, I need you.”

Azriel chuckled in her ear, the grip on her hair tightening. His muscled forearm wrapped around her middle, and before she had time to process, Azriel fucked her just as she begged. Gwyn didn’t hold back the cry this time, her thighs trembling more profoundly. His solid grip held her up on her knees, his rough hand palming one of her bouncing breasts.

Gwyn felt the familiar pressure building, and she knew she was getting closer to the first out of many orgasms of the night. Her walls pulsed around his cock, her moans growing louder.

“Already close, sweetheart?” Azriel grinned, his hand slipping from her breast to her sensitive clit, caressing it painfully slow. “I’ve only just started fucking you.”

Gwyn cried out in frustration when Azriel slowed down. She could feel each thick inch of him inside her, teasing her, halting her orgasm.

“Azriel!” Gwyn complained, looking at him over her shoulder.

Azriel grinned down at her. “What do you want?” He bent his head, lips a breath away from hers.

“I want to cum… be fucked hard and rough.”  She whimpered. “Please, please.”

His hand fell hard on her ass, the sound of the rough spank echoing in her room. Gwyn’s threw her head back at the pleasurable sting, his hand carefully caressing the reddening cheek.

“Good girl. I love when you beg.”

Azriel pulled back, only the tip of his cock inside her. Gwyn gripped the pillow, waiting for the snap of his hips and the rhythm she craved when a loud bang at the front door snatched her attention.

Fuck, were they that loud?

Azriel groaned in annoyance. “Fuck.”

Gwyn was tempted to ignore whoever was at the door, not so subtly wiggling her ass. She grinned at Azriel’s satisfied groan, but her contentment disappeared when he pulled out. She whimpered at the sensation, her walls clenching around nothing; she felt so empty. And too close to the freaking edge.

“I don’t want to go,” Gwyn muttered with a pout. She’d rather keep going and find the release she badly needed. “Can’t you just keep going? I’m sure that person will go.”

Gwyn shivered when Azriel’s lips traced the curve of her ass, biting the flesh softly. “I don’t want further interruptions when I fuck and make you come, love.”

She sighed and reluctantly got out of the bed. She hurriedly threw on some panties and a random bathrobe she found lying in the bedroom, then rushed to the door.

Whoever it was, Gwyn knew it would be fairly unpleasant. Her neighbors weren’t the nicest, and they always complained about every single noise.

Sure, they’ve been loud, but…

She took a deep breath before opening the door. It couldn't be that bad - the worst could be Merrill.

Gwyn’s been wrong. It was way worse than Merrill.

“What are you doing here?”

Nesta raised her eyebrows, amusement dancing in her eyes. “I live here?”

“W – What about Cass,” stammered Gwyn. “weren’t you supposed to spend the night at his place?”

Her legs were shaking – and not only because of the rough fucking from moments ago – and her face burned. Fuck, if Nesta finds Azriel in Gwyn’s room, butt-naked…

“I am.” Nesta gracefully walked past Gwyn inside their shared apartment. “I just forgot something.”

Gwyn nervously watched her best friend, letting out a small breath in relief when Nesta walked into her own bedroom.

“What?”

Nesta chuckled. “Do you really want to know?”

Gwyn grimaced a bit, pulling the bathrobe tighter around her half-naked body. “Not really, no.”

“I thought so.”

“Why didn’t you text me, though? That you were dropping by.”

“I did. But you clearly were too busy to hear it.”

Gwyn blanched. When exactly did Nesta come back? Did she hear Gwyn – or worse, Azriel?

“What?”

“Oh, don’t be a prude.” Nesta laughed. “We bought our vibrators together. I bet you didn’t buy it just to look at it.”

Gwyn breathed in relief again. “I wasn’t doing that.”

No, she was getting railed by her best friend and the hottest man she’d ever laid eyes onto, whom Gwyn also secretly had sex with. Which was way better than masturbating.

“Gwyn, there’s nothing wrong with masturbating! We’ve talked about it before.”

“I know, but I wasn’t.” Gwyn countered.

Nesta walked out of her bedroom, holding a Victoria’s Secret bag. Her grin faded, replaced by an odd expression that Gwyn couldn’t grasp.

“Do you know what Azriel’s up to? Cassian tried to reach him, but he didn’t pick up.”

Gwyn kept the cool expression, though she was panicking inside. Fuck, did Nesta figure it out? No, it’s impossible. Azriel Ubered there, so no way Nesta saw his car. And no noise came from her room…

No, she was just overthinking. If Nesta had figured it out, she would’ve barged into Gwyn’s bedroom the moment she got into their apartment.

“I don’t know. I didn’t speak or see him today at all.”

Nesta cocked an eyebrow. “You did not?”

“Nope.”

Nesta analyzed Gwyn from head to toe with a mischievous grin. “Too bad, then.”

“Is Cassian with you?” Gwyn changed the subject, following Nesta to the door.

“He’s waiting me outside, and he asked me to do this.” Nesta turned to face Gwyn and ruffled her copper hair, then poked her nose.

She chuckled at the gesture, some of the nerves easing. “Tell Cass I miss him, too.” She kissed Nesta’s cheeks, watching her walk out of the apartment.

Gwyn waited a couple more seconds, so she wouldn’t seem too eager, then slammed the door shut and locked it. Gwyn leaned against the door and closed her eyes, cursing under her breath.

“That was close.”  

Gwyn cracked an eye open and saw Azriel outside her room, in all his muscled perfect glory, grinning amused at her. Her heart was still pounding against her ribs almost painfully, her hands shaking. Yet Gwyn chuckled, pressing her head against the door.

“Indeed,” Gwyn grinned back. “Hell, she would’ve killed us both for keeping this from her. Then she would’ve brought us back and would’ve tried her earnest to get us together as an actual couple.”

Azriel shrugged. “As she’s been trying to for the past years.”

Gwyn laughed and rolled her eyes, walking towards Azriel. He watched her slowly, amber eyes taking in every inch of her body. She would’ve felt ashamed had it been someone else. But when Azriel did, she felt like the sexiest, most desirable woman.

“I think you owe me something.”

“Hm, do I?” Azriel mutters, his strong hand gripping her hip possessively and pulling her against him. His cock pressed against her belly, bare and throbbing. Her mouth watered at the thought of pushing Azriel’s thick cock down her throat. She’d do it, later thought – after he made her come.

Gwyn wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly pumped it, grinning at Azriel’s deep groan. “You do owe me an orgasm.”

Azriel let Gwyn back him into her room, obediently lying on the bed while Gwyn diligently stroked his cock, twisting around the broad head the way Azriel loved.

“Fuck, Gwyn.”

She grinned and climbed on top of him. Gwyn shrugged the bathrobe off. Azriel pushed her soaked panties to the side, parting her folds with his thick middle finger. Her head fell back in pleasure when he paid close attention to her clit.

“So fucking soaked, and it’s all for me.” Azriel pushed two fingers inside her. Her walls pulsed around his fingers in need, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Gwyn nodded absently and bucked against his fingers. She rode his fingers until she felt the pressure low in her belly. “I want to come on your cock,” Gwyn gasped, arching her back as Azriel’s long fingers curled inside her pussy.

He grinned and pulled his fingers out, patting her core gently. “Your wish is my command.”

Azriel’s hand grasped her ass and positioned her above his cock, the tip pressing against her slick folds. Gwyn didn’t wait, and pushed down. A shiver ran down her back as his cock spread her open, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure.

“Oh gods,” Gwyn braced her hands on his muscular chest, nails digging into his skin.

Gwyn moved up and down relentlessly, too needy to bother with building a rhythm. She bounced fast, her thighs burning from the effort, yet Azriel’s grip on her ass spurred her to go faster. His eyes went from her bouncing breasts to where they were joined, his cock slick with her arousal.

“That’s it,” Azriel encouraged through gritted teeth. “Fuck yourself on my cock, love. Cum all over it.”

He helped her ride him, easily moving her up and down with his powerful hold. Her head started spinning when Azriel’s hips snapped to meet her thrusts, a wave of utter bliss crashing into her. Gwyn fell on top of Azriel, her hands going to his short hair to pull it. Azriel moaned in response, crashing his lips over hers. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her body pressed into his and fucked beneath her with such force and speed that Gwyn cried out in the kiss. Her walls pulsed around his cock and she came with his name on her tongue, her body shaking against his.

Gwyn kept moving her hips, riding him with all she’s got left. His cock throbbed inside her, and Gwyn forced herself to pull away. Azriel groaned, his head falling back when she rose completely off him. She fought the unpleasant emptiness at the sudden loss of his cock and moved between his spread legs.

“Gwyn?” Azriel asked, breathless. “What are you – FUCK”

Gwyn grinned sheepishly while kissing the tip of his cock, circling the head with her tongue.

Azriel moaned as he stared down at her. “So eager, sucking my cock after you just came on it.” Azriel fisted her hair in one hand, the other grasped his cock and slapped it against her cheek. “Open up, love.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Gwyn took him into her mouth as far as she could, cupping and squeezing his balls. Azriel cursed and shoved his cock deeper inside her mouth, until she gagged and tears ran down her cheeks.

“Fuck, you look so pretty with my cock in that pretty mouth of yours.”

Her moan came out muffled. Her sore core ached with desire to be filled again. Gods Gwyn loved when Azriel fucked her mouth like that. The tip hit the back of her throat continuously, his balls slapping against her chin. And Azriel’s moans and groans, how he praised her for how well she took his cock…

“I’m coming, love.” Azriel’s grip on her hair tightened.

Gwyn looked at him through long eyelashes, her lips almost touching the base of his cock. Azriel tugged her hair roughly and spilled down her throat with a moan that Gwyn bet was heard by the whole building. His hot cum filled her mouth, and she swallowed as much as she could. Some dripped down his length, to his heavy balls, and Gwyn licked it off.

Azriel brushed her tangled hair out of her face, trying to catch his breath. His thumb brushed her lower lip, and Azriel smiled a bit. “How are you feeling? Are you okay?”

Gwyn smiled back, the touches she was so used to warming something inside her, and shrugged. “Let’s say I am less unsatisfied than I was fifteen minutes ago.”

Azriel rolled his eyes, though he offered her a crooked grin. “I guess I have to work harder tonight, then.”

Gwyn chuckled as Azriel pulled her against his chest, and grinned at him. “Perhaps, but later. Now I want to clean up. And eat – I’m hungry.”

“As you wish, darling.” Azriel smirked, picking her up and walking them to the bathroom.

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Two hours later, after mind-blowing sex in the shower – and in front of the mirror – Gwyn and Azriel were in the living room, a large pizza box between them.

“Sex and food, my favorite things on a Saturday night.”

Azriel raised a playful eyebrow and opened his mouth to reply, but was cut-off by Gwyn’s phone.

“It’s Nesta,” Gwyn muttered and picked up. “Hey, Nes. What’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much. I have something funny to tell you. It happened when I left the building earlier this evening.”

“Go ahead.” Gwyn said with a mouthful.

Nesta chuckled. “I was stopped by Merrill,” Gwyn cringed at the mention of their meanest neighbor. “and you won’t guess what she told me.” A small pause in which Gwyn hummed, curious. “That me and that guy Azriel I was with should try to be quieter next time we have sex. Which is funny, because I was not having sex with anyone at our place, and certainly not with a guy named Azriel.”

Fucking hell.

Gwyn stared at Azriel as Nesta went on. “Also, next time you’re hiding Azriel in your room, make sure he doesn’t leave his phone on the kitchen counter.”

“Nesta, I – ”

“Oh, we are talking about this tomorrow.” Gwyn could tell Nesta was grinning. She could at least be relieved her friend wasn’t angry about it. “Have fun—oh, and Gwyn?”

“Yeah?”

“Make sure you two are as loud as you can be, just to piss off Merrill.” With that, Nesta hung up.

Gwyn stared at her phone, then at Azriel. He looked perplexed, staring right back at her, then both burst into a fit of laughter.

“Oh, we are fucked.”

Gwyn could only agree. Indeed, they were royally fucked.

[bearbluebooks]

Below Deck: Prythian Commission

Captain Azriel and chief stew Gwyn. I commissioned this beautiful piece by @sophielouisedraws (find her on instagram) for my fan fiction Below Deck: Prythian. She is such an extremely talented and incredibly kind artist.

Repost allowed after two days (19/10/2023) with credit to the artist and permission by me.

I’m obsessed with the reality tv show and who doesn’t want captain Azriel in their life?

Read if you like: age gap, enemies to lovers, forbidden romance, forced proximity, second chance romance.

✨excerpt from chapter three:

Two scarred hands held her tight.

Wind softly blew through Azriel’s obsidian strands and Gwyn couldn’t help herself, as her hands moved to join the wind.

Time seemed to still as their eyes found each other.

Breaking the silence, Azriel declared “I’m here now.

And somehow those words were missing in her soul.

I’m here now.

A breath of connection swept throughout her body, cleansing everything that was, to make space for all that was meant to be.

Him and her.

A smile as big as the setting sun illuminated her face.

Home.

[daevastanner]

Halfbreeds

My contribution for Gwynriel weeks2024 is this Gwynsand/dark!Gwyn fanfic. Please enjoy this extra moody first chapter now available on Ao3. Chapter 2 to come tomorrow!

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Rhysand waited patiently in his office in the House of Wind for the next witness to arrive.

He’d been hearing testimonies from the priestesses of Sangravah all day. 

Well, a few of them. Only the ones who had volunteered to relive the nightmares that had transpired, all in exchange for the chance they may get a morsel of justice.

The heavy oak door opened, and Clotho came striding into the warmly lit office, another unfamiliar acolyte behind her. With a gnarled hand, she gestured to the high-backed sitting chair in front of Rhysand’s mahogany desk. 

The acolyte gave Clotho a hollow smile, nodding in confirmation that she could leave her alone with the High Lord.

With a bow of her head, Clotho retreated, the door clicking shut behind her.

Rhys took a moment to perceive the female before him. She had pin straight coppery hair, tucked behind her pointed ears. Her face was smattered with caramel colored freckles that contrasted starkly against her sallow complexion. 

No doubt Sangravah had taken its toll on her. 

She gave Rhys that same empty smile she’d given Clotho. The expression did not meet her large, teal eyes, the skin beneath them bearing bruise-like smudges. He recognized the expression. He’d worn it plenty of times after he’d returned from Under the Mountain. It was the smile he donned when he could feel the phantom scratch of Amarantha’s nails, the echo of her gluttonous moans. 

Rhys returned the priestess’s polite smile, shoving his ghosts to the back of his mind. He leaned his elbows on his desk, trying to appear at ease. “Let’s get introductions out of the way. My name is Rhysand, I am High Lord of the Night Court.”

“Acolyte Gwyneth Berdara, formerly of the Temple of Sangravah,” she replied primly although her voice was slightly hoarse. 

Rhys arched a brow attempting to keep things conversational. “Gwyneth Berdara? You’re one of the priestesses who have accepted postage at The House of Wind.”

He’d given all the acolytes from Sangravah two options upon their relocating. A post: serving in the House of Wind with a private room in the library dormitories, including access to regular counseling sessions; or passage: an escort to their family or friends after assessment by healers.

The choice was theirs.

Most of this particular lot accepted passage, with only ten requesting a post.

One of those ten, being Gwyneth Berdara.

“I look forward to beginning my service,” Gwyneth said with a slight bow of her head. There was a faint glimmer in her eyes, one that hadn’t been there before. “If there has been one bit of hope in the past week, it’s that I may do some good in the High Lord’s name.”

The way she spoke wasn’t as though she wished to appease him, but not insincere. It was almost admiring, yet bashful. Like speaking to your greatest hero, or happening upon your most respected artist. He would gladly receive her praise if it alleviated the weight of the ghosts bearing down on her. 

As though sensing his assessment, Gwyn’s cheeks pinkened. “I’m just very familiar with your policies in Velaris and the work you’ve done for the females of Illyria. Not to mention the orphans of the Capital cities.” 

Rhys smiled, heat blooming in his own cheeks at the enthusiasm in her reply. “I wasn’t aware anyone was monitoring my policies.”

“I have been,” Gwyn said. A beat passed, then, “I specialized in the care of the orphans at Sangravah. And my twin and I are— were nymphs.”

He heard the unspoken words in the latter-half of the sentence. 

‘I’m a halfbreed too.’

He shrugged his shoulders. “Genetic status is irrelevant in the Velaris—“

“Thanks to you,” Gwyneth finished, then ducked her head, seemingly embarrassed. “My lord.”

Right, well, perhaps she’d be comfortable enough to discuss her thoughts on his policies with him in a few years. Once she’d acclimated. If she had positive opinions, she’d certainly have negative ones, and it had been a long time since someone who didn’t know Rhys intimately had critiqued him.

“Well, I appreciate you volunteering for both the library and this interview, Priestess,” Rhysand said. “May I explain how you will be giving your testimony?”

Gwyneth bobbed her head, that broken smile resurfacing on her lips.

Rhysand explained how he intended to utilize his daemati magic to view the events of her memories from the attack on Sangravah. He’d then use the information he found to look for any familiar faces or weak points in their enemy’s defenses.

“If the use of my gift gives you pause, I’ll happily take a verbal account,” Rhys finished.

Gwyneth’s mouth was pressed in a flat line, all color drained from her face. “Which is more helpful?”

Rhys felt his stomach sink. What she had lived through had to be too traumatic to recount verbally, especially with so little time to process whatever had occurred.  

At least using his daemati magic, Rhysand would be sifting through her mind alone, with her no wiser as to the contents he was making note of.

“Strictly speaking, mental accounts are more reliable and while most invasive, require you to remember less details. Those who choose verbal typically take issue with the intimate nature of my gifts. It’s a matter of comfortability.”

Gwyneth Berdara nodded, chewing her lower lip, then finally said, “I’d rather you get as much detail as possible to apprehend the responsible parties. I trust you to use your abilities honorably.” 

Rhys dipped his head. “While your trust is not misplaced, Priestess, I appreciate it all the same. If you could just–”

“On one condition, please, my lord.”

His brows rose at the distressed creases lining her forehead, indicating it had taken great courage for her to speak up. He nodded for her to continue. 

“I would ask,” Gwyneth began, “that whatever you see does not alter the way you have regarded me since I entered this office. I’ve… I’ve had enough pity.” 

Rhys felt a frown tug at the corners of his lips. He knew all about pity. To his knowledge, many priestesses and children had seen immeasurable horrors during the attacks. Morrigan and Azriel had plenty of accounts they’d relayed with somber eyes while nursing their respective glasses of alcohol. 

“On my word as High Lord of the Night Court, you will have no pity from me, Gwyneth Berdara.”

On my word as someone who has had his fill of pity as well…

Gwyneth’s answering smile was feeble and forced, but true. “Then we may proceed. Tell me what is needed of me.” 

Rhys instructed the priestess to relax as best she could and close her eyes. She may feel a slight probing within her skull, and if at any point she did not wish to continue, she need only say so. Verbally or mentally, he would pick up on her request and withdraw immediately. 

She had no questions, only took a steeling breath and leaned back in her seat, folding her hands neatly in her lap. Her eyes slid shut, lips pressed in a tight line once more. “I’m ready,” she said softly. 

Rhysand concentrated on her, carefully setting aside his sympathies. Only when her shoulders relaxed did he close his own eyes, and dive in. 

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