#gwynriel prompt

[hyacinthoideshispanica]

I just imagined a scene where Gwyn finds out the necklace was regifted and she understandably gets upset. So, Azriel goes to the library to talk to her about it, (he didn't want to have this talk in the training ring around weapons) and Gwyn tries to give the necklace back and when Azriel refuses, she just drops it down into the pit where Bryaxis lives.

Azriel: Why did you do that?

Gwyn: Because I deserve better than that, Shadowsinger. So does she, and so do you. Do us all a favor and figure yourself out first before any more almost kisses or late rooftop meetings, ok?

[starfall-spirit]

I feel like I'm getting nothing done because I'm not posting stuff, but I'm really here juggling stuff for Sun & Flame, Crackship, and Elucien week. I promise I'm doing stuff. I'm just stuck under the mental workout of writing multiple pairings outside of the Feysand comfort bubble.

Renaissance is feeling a little stilted, so I'm taking that as a sign to practice my other pairings.

[amandapearls]

𝑮𝒘𝒚𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌: 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

So thrilled that me and my friend @separatist-apologist were able to commission this enchanting Gwynriel art!

@amarnouille did such an amazing job of drawing Azriel and Gwyn! I love all the details on Azriel’s tunic and Gwyn’s dress!

Just absolutely lovely!

Link to Instagram post

@gwynrielweeksofficial

Characters belong to Sarah J Maas

[sadiegirl2021]

Prompt: Alternate Universe - @gwynrielweeksofficial

Modern Gwynriel Love is the aroma of freshly brewed coffee in the morning, being curled up together on the couch with a book, belting out their favourite songs while driving, and strolling hand in hand along the beach.

It's kisses just because.

It's loving your best friend.

And creating a bond so deep that nothing can break it.

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 2 - Complementary

“To express a marriage of two complementary colors, their mingling and their opposition, the mysterious vibrations of kindred tones...” - Vincent van Gogh

Thank you my dear friend @lulling-night-sky for your precious advice ❤️

[nessiandefenseattorney]

I’m going to paint you scenario and you are going to love it.

Nessian modern au.

The Bat Boys are a rock band they live in London and they are so close to getting really bigs and one night they have a last party with their closest friends and family before they are going on their first big tour to America.

And of course they got shitfaced drunk, so late in party a very drunk Cassian and Azriel are looking into their girlfriends’s eyes as Az plugs his guitar and Cassian plugs a microphone (mind you Cassian can’t sing for shit he is the drummer).

Cassian looks at Nesta and says “Nes I love you more than words can describe so I decided to sing you a song”. He can’t stand straight, his hair is all over his face and than Az starts playing the riff for Layla by Eric Clapton and not very surprisingly Cassian slurs his words and he is really out of tune but Nesta doesn’t care as she looks at him with sm admiration and love and she is hugging Gwyn who is also looking at Az with as much love and admiration as Az breaks into a solo and looks at her and mouths an I love you.

And when they finish their very bad cover of the song their girlfriends run to them and tackle them with hugs and kisses.

yeah that’s it.

that’s the inspiration for this thought? prompt? idk it’s something

[thevalkyriesshadow]

🦴 for Azriel

🦴 I think it’s broken...for Azriel

Oh anon, I put Az through the ringer in this

TW: for depictions of broken bones and small medical procedures

I'm practicing my whump so send me any tips or tricks so I can give you all the best gwynriel whump of your life 😈

Also this may or may not have turned into a two parter soo.....

💖 Enjoy! 💖

The cold, blustering winds batted the strands of hair that fell from Gwyn’s braid. The sounds and smells of battle assaulted her senses. The fae Courts fought the fae from Rask. 

The war they'd been preparing for was in full force. 

Every court was working day and night to rally their warriors. After the Raskan’s first attack on the Dawn Court where they destroyed the Palace on the eastern coast, forcing thousands of fae to evacuate and running either inland or into Day Court. 

A High Fae meeting was called immediately and a plan was hatched.

Each court was to have a unified force ready to defend the coast at a moment’s notice. The Valkyries and Illyrians were ordered to split up and send out six separate battalions that would aid the other courts in their war efforts. Day sent a legion of Pegasus scattered along the coast. Autumn Court infantry, known for their brutal hand to hand fire fighting, were sent in droves. Winter Court sent two giants and bear riders to each court’s front. Summer Court provided each coastal front a fleet of ships. Wild beasts hid and waited to pounce out in every woods along the eastern seaboard. 

The Illyrians and Valkyries had been training together for two years before the order, a short time for the span of their lives, but they moved together with the practice of a hundred years. They had to. Or else everything they loved, their homes, would be gone. The Illyrian’s quarrel with the Night Court was snuffed out with the joint efforts of the Valkyries that led to Azriel’s newfound leadership amongst them. They trained long and hard, combining their fighting techniques in unique ways. Making them a formidable front. The assault from the Eastern lands was brutal, quick, and unforgiving. Their ships loomed on the horizon. Never sailing in further or making a move. Just waiting. 

All along the coast this was reported. The day they moved, was the day everything kicked off. 

That was yesterday morning. They’d fought all day and into the night. Now, on the dawn of the second day, things seemed to finally be coming to an end. The fae of the courts appearing victorious. Gwyn wiped the sweat and dirt, and blood from her face and glanced around. Nesta and Emerie were back to back, facing a small group of eastern fae, easily handling them.

Gargoyles soared above. Their massive bodies, formed with rock from the eastern mountains, dwarfed the Illyrian warriors who fought them. Cassian was cutting through the stone beasts effortlessly, his sword and magic blazing left and right.

And Azriel….

Where was he? 

Gwyn didn't see the brilliant blue streaks flying through the air, didn't see the wisping tendrils of shadows thwarting enemies. 

Her heart raced. Her stomach turned.

There.

There he was. Popping in and out of the shadows of the low clouds that hung in the dark gray skies. A winter storm was rolling in, looming like a massive beast over the ornate, white stoned castle between the Winter and Autumn Courts where they fought - The very center of the battle.

With battle dissipating around them, Gwyn took a moment to breathe and watch Azriel, her mate, soar through the sky and fight every single foe effortlessly. Azriel may not realize they’re mates yet, but every fiber of her being knew it. She could feel his triumph through the bond as he knocked another gargoyle to the ground.

Gwyn looked away for one moment when she felt it, searing pain running through the bond and filling Gwyn with dread.

She spun back around searching the skies. Her heart leapt in her throat, her stomach dropping as she watched a gargoyle - who had Azriel in its stony hands - throw the Shadowsinger through the air. He slammed against the castle wall near them, pain shot through the bond again.

Then Azriel fell.

Gwyn waited for one heartbeat, but the Shadowsinger didn’t return.

She turned swiftly and ran over the ridge behind the battlegrounds where the Valkyrie’s pegasi were kept. Her mare stepped out from the equestrian group, as if sensing its rider was close. Her long, dark gray mane swayed in the breeze, her charcoal wings flapped behind her. The muscles rippled under the powerful body as the white and gray speckled mare ran towards Gwyn.

Fear. Pain. Helplessness.

She was feeling all of Azriel’s anguish, his emotions. It pulled at her like a tether, urging her to run faster to push harder. 

“Fly Mistie, Vilya!” 

Gwyn guided Mistie to the castle, towards the steep precipice Azriel fell into. The pegasus swooped down gracefully and with stunning speed, following Gwyn’s touch on the reigns with immaculate precision.

She pushed through the bond, feeling for any sign of him. 

A pulse.

A small twinge on the bond. She followed it, pulling Mistie down further to the snow covered logs and earth below. To the dark shadow that lay crumbled amongst the fallen branches from trees above. 

Gwyn’s heart pounded against her chest, in her ears. He wasn’t moving, his siphons a soft glow. She dismounted before Mistie had even fully touched the ground, and began to climb over the logs and branches to Azriel. To her mate.

“Azriel…AZRIEL!” Her panic began to rise, to crest as the Shadowsinger made no movement. She’d know. She’d know if he was dead. She’d feel it.

Another faint pulse through the bond. “I’m here, Azriel - I’m here!” She tried to control the fear that rippled through her - her fear, and Azriel’s…

She jumped over a large tree trunk, landing gracefully on her feet and stilled. 

Azriel lay face down, his wings and limbs all at odd angles. Gwyn stumbled forward onto her knees, next to Azriel, placing delicate hands on him.

“Azriel,” She breathed. Azriel sobbed, relief washing over her through the bond, an all encompassing feeling that wrapped around her and she felt her fear begin to eddy away. 

“I’ve got you, shadowsinger - I’ve got you.” Tears slid down Gwyn’s cheeks as she assessed the situation. If she could roll him out from between the two small tree trunks he landed on, she could get him flat on his back -

Gwyn reached for Azriel’s right arm and hip, but as she applied pressure to pull, he screamed, his hands clenched into fists.

“Sorry -” her voice wavered as the pain washed over her as well.

“I think it’s broken…” Azriel gritted out.

“What is?”

He breathed heavily and grunted as he tried moving his right wing, “Everything…everything on my right side.” He winced.

She looked closer at his extremities. His elbow was bent at an odd angle and although she couldn't see any broken bones, his leathers were torn along his upper thigh, a deep cut underneath. Then there was his wing. It was crushed, crumbled against him. The beautiful curve and slope of it mangled. His other wing hung limply over the trunks and logs. 

“Okay - I’m going to need to splint your wing before pulling you off the logs. It’s going to hurt for a moment, but then I’ll be able to heal you after we set and tend to your injuries.”

Azriel took a few deep breaths, his brows furrowing. His amber eyes were swimming with anguish until he looked up at Gwyn and nodded. Only assuredness gleaming back at her. 

“Do it,” he ground out.

Gwyn didn’t hesitate. She tore her cape off and ripped a few thin strips, using them to hold his broken wing steady. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the branches beneath him and groaned through his clenched jaw as she moved his wing, setting it into a stable position and wrapping it firmly. 

This time, when she went to turn him over, she placed a flat palm on his chest, the other his middle, Gwyn heaved Azriel off the debris that littered the ravine floor. He let out an agonizing cry that echoed all around them. With Azriel tightly in her arms, his back to her chest, she walked slowly backwards, pulling the shadowsinger with her. His sobs and groans of pain shot straight through her, chilling her veins and seizing her heart. 

She pressed the side of her face to his, “I’ve got you. Just a few more steps.” His scarred hands clutched at hers, wrapping around her wrists. Steadying himself. 

They were both panting as Gwyn set him down. She rushed over to Mistie and tugged her healer’s kit from the saddle, her bedroll, and waterskin.

She placed the bedroll beneath Azriel’s head and tore more cloth from her cape for his arm. She silently thanked the gods for all the available wood to use. Finding two sturdy sticks Gwyn gingerly handled his elbow, placing the sticks on either side of his swollen and crooked arm. 

Azriel watched her with intensity, marking every move she made. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, wincing as she slid the fabric of her cloak beneath his arm. 

“Yes. Well, comparatively - I got hit a few times, but I’m okay,” she replied, tying off the makeshift sling around his shoulder. She shuffled back to tend to his leg. The wound wasn’t gushing blood, thank the gods. It had just missed the major arteries, and her healing may negate the need for stitches.

Grabbing the fabric, she ripped open the leg of his pants and gasped. Realizing now that the deep gash was in fact due to his upper femur breaking. Gwyn could just make out the white of jagged bone protruding from beneath layers of muscle and skin.

“That bad?” he asked.

“Well, you were right. Everything is broken and you’ll need stitches.” She grabbed the healer’s kit, pulled out the gauze, and pressed it against the wound. Azriel cried out, his back arching at the pain. 

He let out a breathy chuckle, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were enjoying my pain, Berdara.”

She smiled, grateful he still had his humor, “Only now that I know you’re alive,” she teased. She uncorked her waterskin and poured the water over his wound, washing out the dirt and debris that gathered in the sinews of muscle that showed. Azriel hissed in. His fists clenching at his sides. 

Working quickly, she pushed his legs together and wrapped the remaining fabric of her cloak around his legs, binding them.

“How are you going to get us out?” Azriel asked as Gwyn kneeled next to him, placing a hand on his chest, the other just under his ribcage.

“We’ll figure that out after I heal you. I’m pretty spent so It won’t be much, but it’ll at least help you feel a little better.”

Azriel lifted his good hand then, placing it on top of the one she had laying on his abdomen. Her gaze drifted up to his and he smiled, “Thank you, Gwyn - for a moment,” his words wavered and cut short. He cleared his throat and held her hand tighter, “For a moment I thought nobody saw me fall and I’d be - I’d still be sprawled on a stack of sticks bleeding out, alone…” Tears swam in his eyes.

Gwyn reached up, cupping his face in her hand. He sighed into the touch, his tears pooling under her fingers. She leaned forward, resting her forehead to his, “I’ll always come for you, Azriel.”

She went to pull away, but his hand came up to hold the back of her head, pulling her back down to him. She met him with no resistance, their lips crashing into each other’s. 

It was soft and sweet, that first touch of their lips. Until it wasn’t and it was all consuming and greedy, passionate, like it was their first and last kiss ever. His fingers curled in her hair, her hand, now free, slid up his torso and came to rest on his chest as their kiss deepened. 

The bond pulsed and expanded, growing bright between them, tugging relentlessly at their souls.

Gwyn pulled back, their mouths a hairsbreadth apart. Their breaths mingled together in the cold air and she could’ve sworn she heard music between them.

Azriel’s cheeks were flushed, tears and adoration welling fresh in his eyes as he gasped out, “Mate.”

To be continue…

Surprise! The mate thing just kind of happened and then I decided this needed to be a two-parter…👉👈 hope that’s okay anon 👉👈 …the next part will be full of caretaker!Gwyn! 😉  ​tehe

[elliemarchetti]

the alphabet of flowers prompt list

Maybe one day I'll write down all the great ideas behind this list, but for now I'll leave it here, at the mercy of Tumblr users. Feel free to request any flower, combo or bouquet for all the characters, ships and fandoms you find in the tags and of course let me know if something sparks your imagination!

Edit: adding a link to every prompt I complete as we speak

a.      Agapanthus – Love Letter

b.      Basil – Hate

c.      Cactus – Passionate Love [blackinnon]

d.      Daphne - I Wouldn't Want You Any Other Way

e.      Echinacea – Strength and Health

f.       Fern – Sincerity

g.      Gardenia – Sophistication

h.      Hibiscus – Delicate Beauty

i.       Iberid – Indifference

j.      Jasmine – Amiability [elucien]

k.     Kalanchoe – Persistence and Eternal Love

l.      Lantana – Strictness

m.    Magnolia – Dignity [elriel]

n.     Narcissus – New Beginnings

o.     Orchid – Refined Beauty

p.     Peony – Anger

q.     Quince – Perseverance During Adversity

r.      Rose – Love

s.     Sage – Good Health and Long Life

t.     Trillium – Modest Beauty

u.     Ursinia – Trickery

v.      Vervain – Pray For Me

w.     Waterlily – Birth and Resurrection

x.      Xeranthemum – Eternity and Immortality

y.      Yellow Bell – Rebirth

z.      Zinnia – Lasting Affection

[xxvalkyriesxx]

What’s everyone planning for nessian week and Valkyrie appreciation week???

[aldbooks]

GWYNRIEL ❤️

"I can't wait for this to be over." "Wait, you're not enjoying this?"

OR

"Is it possible for you to try to be just a little bit quiet?" "Is it possible for you to try to mind your business?"

please and thank you 🥺🤗

prompt list

Well, these are both fun. I think I'm going to combine them both a little.

This isn't a regency fic but the energy reminded me of this scene:

887 words

Azriel’s teeth ground together as he soundlessly scanned the clearing below through the branches of the tree he was perched in, ignoring the aching that had set into his joints over an hour ago. Beside him, Gwyn hummed under her breath, bright eyes fixed on the same clearing. 

He had to swallow a sigh when she popped another berry into her mouth. She’d collected them from a bush as they’d trekked through the forest earlier and had been snacking on them for the last ten minutes. Her chewing was silent but the scent of the juices filled the air as she bit down. It was a wonder nothing and no one had noticed their presence yet with all of her noise and fidgeting. 

What the hell had he been thinking bringing her here? Yes, both she and Rhys wished for her to train in spycraft but she wasn’t even remotely ready for a stakeout. Despite her seemingly endless patience, she didn’t quite comprehend the importance of staying still and silent to blend in with their surroundings. 

The branch creaked beneath her as she shifted her weight and Azriel curled his fingers into a fist, slowly unfurling them to help release tension so he didn’t scream. “Is it possible,” he breathed through gritted teeth. “For you to be just a little bit quiet?”

Gwyn paused, glancing sideways at him beneath a raised brow. Holding his stare for a moment, he watched in irritation as she lifted her hand to her mouth and slipped another berry between her lips. Flashing him a juice stained grin, she returned her gaze to the clearing without a word.

Bristling, he just barely held back a growl. The female was infuriating. “I can’t wait for this to be over,” he muttered as he spotted movement from the camp finally. It looked like their targets had finally decided to rouse themselves for the day. 

“Wait,” Gwyn scoffed quietly, her voice muffled slightly by the berries. “You mean you’re not having fun?”

Azriel’s cold stare had flayed lesser males where they stood but Gwyn merely winked, throwing the rest of the berries in her mouth before dropping suddenly to the ground, her landing near silent. Cursing under his breath, he glanced back at the clearing to see their targets had moved away from camp for the moment, probably to relieve themselves, and quickly winnowed to the ground. 

His steps were silent, as were hers as she crouched low and hurried through the underbrush, slipping inside the tent. Azriel was annoyed at the fact that he was a bit impressed by how efficiently she moved with a skill that took most of his spies months to master. He remained at the edge of the clearing to keep an eye out for their target's return, his shadows slithering over the ground as they too kept watch. 

A few moments later, just as he could hear signs of the targets returning to camp, Gwyn slipped back out of tent, tucking something into the pocket of her leathers as she sprinted back to him. He withdrew his shadows and waited a moment to see if they’d been found out. 

“Gods damn it!” came the snarl from inside the tent before the flap opened again and a head of braided hair popped out, glancing around the clearing with narrowed eyes. “Gwyn, you sneaky bitch!”

Cassian guffawed as Gwyn skipped back into camp, proudly holding her prize aloft- Azriel choked as he spotted a pair of Nesta’s knickers dangling from her fingers. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. He should have been more specific when he instructed her to take an item of ‘personal value’ to the target. “Well done, Gwynie!”

Azriel’s exhale sounded more like a growl as he stalked into camp behind her. His shadows moved around him in happy circles as they celebrated with her and, when Gwyn glanced over her shoulder to make a face at him that clearly said ‘told you I could do it’, he had the sudden urge to either strangle her or, oddly enough, kiss her. 

He shook off the thought as he joined the others who were both grinning and offering her praises. Azriel simply stood there, arms folded over his chest as he tried to leash his irritation. Finally, Nesta and Gwyn sauntered off to the fire to prepare breakfast while Cassian hung back, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “Congratulations, Az. Looks like you’ve got yourself a fine recruit.”

Azriel snorted. “She may have technically met her objective, but she still has a lot to learn.”

Cassian looked askance at him. “You seem far too irritated for someone who’s student just aced a training exercise.”

“I am irritated,” he agreed, glaring at Gwyn’s back as she moved around the fire, laughing at something Nesta said. “She irritates the fuck out of me. She's far too cocky for someone with so little training.”

Cassian’s brows rose. “She’s… a bit overconfident,” he said carefully. “But it usually serves her well.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “I hate that in a woman.”

Chuckling, Cass slapped him on the shoulder before moving to join the girls. “Yeah… I can tell by the way you keep staring at her ass.”

Azriel’s wings flared as heat crept up his face which only made Cassian laugh harder. 

[hyacinthoideshispanica]

Oh! A New Years Eve Gwynriel au!

The inner circle hold a huge new years eve party in a rented hall and during the night, Feysand announce they're pregnant and Nessian become engaged. Everyone's super happy and a little drunk, waiting with increasing anticipation for the clock to strike midnight.

Azriel is overjoyed for his brothers, but he's also kind of sad. A new year is just hours away, and his brothers have entered new and exciting chapters in their lives while he's still alone and doing the same things.

From a dark corner, he observes all the party goers, putting names to each face he sees. Even if he doesn't personally know everyone here, like Rhys, he knows who they are, and he idly wonders will be kissing who when the clock strikes midnight.

Suddenly, he notices an unfamiliar flash of red in the crowd and focuses his attention on the girl dancing with carefree passion in the center of everything.

He stares at her, unable to fit a name to her or the dark skinned brunette dancing beside her and Mor. Without any warning, the redhead stops and turns in his direction. Hazel eyes lock with bright teal, Azriel's brow raises questioningly, as if silently asking the girl who she is, and Gwyn flashes him a teasing grin before moving deeper into the crowd.

Azriel follows her, and for the next few hours, a little game of cat and mouse ensues.

Azriel searches for Gwyn in the crowd. They make eye contact, and she'll teasingly gesture for him to come closer before disappearing again.

Azriel will stop by the bar, looking around, and the bartender hands him a drink from, "the cute redhead." The napkin the glass is set on has a little message, "catch me if you can." Grinning like crazy, Azriel downs the drink, stuffs the note in his pocket, and sets off again.

At one point, Azriel feels a tap on his shoulder and turns just in time to see Gwyn turn a corner.

Eventually, Azriel ends up outside on a balcony, thinking his mystery girl left the party. He hadn't been able to find her for the last 20 minutes, so she must not have been enjoying herself as much as he thought.

The countdown starts, and Azriel decides to stay outside and greet the new year on his own. He doesn't particularly want to be surrounded by people kissing and cheering at the moment.

Then he hears someone behind him and turns around to see Gwyn just as everyone else inside is shouting "Three! Two! One!" As soon as the clock strikes midnight, Gwyn pushes up on her toes and kisses Azriel.

Azriel kisses her back without hesitation, and everything that's not her seems to fade away. He doesn't know her name or why she's there, but none of that matters because he's already decided that if she's willing, he will learn everything about her and teach her everything about himself.

However, when Azriel opens his eyes to ask her name, she's already disappearing back inside into the mass of celebrators. He tries to go after he, but it's no use. She's gone, and Azriel feels like he's going to go insane if he can't see her again.

Azriel doesn't sleep. Instead, he pours through the guest book, looking for any name he doesn't recognize and comparing the writing to the note from his pocket, but nothing matches. He goes to Rhys, but Rhys has no idea who Azriel is asking about, and neither does Feyre. He tries Cassian but walks away from that encounter with nothing but a brusied rib from trying to wake his very drunk, passed out, brother. Nesta is far too hungover to deal with this and threatens to castrate Azriel if he so much as whispers to her while she has a headache.

Desperate, Azriel takes to walking around town, hoping to run into her, but the only person he manages to find is Mor. She comments on his apparent lack of sleep, and he explains what he's doing. Mor's eyes light up in recognition, and Azriel demands to know everything she knows. Mor explains that she doesn't know the redhead, but she's very well acquainted with the other mystery girl, Emerie.

Azriel begs Mor for Emerie's number or some other way to contact her, anything if it's means he can find his mysterious redhead. Mor pulls out her phone and calls Emerie.

Mor: Hey Em. No, I didn't forget anything at your place. Just listen, I have my friend here, and apparently, he's like head over heels in love with your friend. So, what was her name again?

Azriel: And number? Or maybe address?

Mor passes along Gwyn's address, and Azriel immediately takes off running down the street.

He ends up on Gwyn's porch, suddenly nervous, wondering if she even wants to see him again or if it was just a silly little game to her. Hands shaking, he prepares to knock, but the door swings open before he can touch it and comes face to face with Gwyn.

There is a brief moment of silence as they look at each other, and then they're kissing and grabbing at one another fiercely. When they finally break apart to catch their breaths. Gwyn giggles and whispers, "Happy New Year, Azriel."

Azriel moves forward, gently pushing Gwyn between the wall and his body and whispers, "I finally caught you, Gwyn." Before kissing her again.

The next day, Azriel takes Gwyn over to the townhouse and is shocked when she hugs Nesta.

Azriel: You know her?

Gwyn: Of course I do. She and Emerie are my best friends. Who do you think invited me to the party?

Azriel, turning to Nesta: You knew who she was the entire time, and instead of telling me, you let me wander the streets for hours?

Nesta: You woke me up at four in the morning while I was hungover. Absolutely, I let you wander the streets!

As always, this prompt is up for grabs.

[starfall-spirit]

One Happy Family

Gift fic for @the-lost-changeling

Read on Ao3

Word Count: 858

Summary: Returning home from an emissary mission in Autumn, Gwyn finds her mate rigging their most recent competition, and not in the way she expected.

AN: The Autumn Gwyn theories don't have much substance, but I like them, so we're rolling with it.

"You're jumpy this evening, Gwyneth." Her eyes snapped to the High Lord's. Eris was intimidating at times, if not for his power, then for the fact he was difficult to read, always seeming bored or amused by whoever he faced. "Trouble back home?"

Always ready to pounce on weakness, growing allies or not. More than once she had wished Rhys found another way to secure Beron in the war.

"You were made aware of my reasons for needing a replacement these past months. It's not easy to be separated from your first child," she confessed.

"Yes, my congratulations," he muttered, scrawling his signature before gathering the paperwork in front of him. "Make sure this hits Rhysand's desk tonight." She raised her eyebrow. "Please."

At least he could be that courteous.

“I will. Unfortunately, I’m still unable to winnow, if you don’t mind taking me to the border.”

Azriel would be home with their infant, but Feyre promised either she or Rhys would be waiting at the edge of the territory they had arranged with Eris in the past. “Of course.” A sweep of wind and they were folding through space, renewing the queasiness she could never quite master. “Good evening, Gwyneth. Rhysand.”

He left without another word. “Thanks for coming to get me, Rhys.”

“Of course. I take it that paperwork is for Feyre and me?” She nodded. “Does it say anything I can tolerate reading at this hour?”

She snorted. “For two High Lords trying to find an alliance, neither of you are very tolerant of the other’s requests.”

Rhys grimaced. Eris had come to power three years ago, revealing Gwyn’s watered-down heritage to Autumn nobility mere months later. Though the Autumn Court had some very backward beliefs about their females, the new High Lord knew better than to meddle with Gwyn’s place in things, especially with the bond between her and Azriel so fresh. Rather than release noble ties completely, he proposed she be Night’s emissary to Autumn. 

And thus began an endless back and forth between Eris and the monarchs of Night.

“We’ll get there,” Rhys muttered. “Hold on.” Folding into shadows, he winnowed them straight into the heart of Velaris, where Gwyn and Azriel had found a modest apartment of their own that overlooked the Sidra River. It was a short walk—and shorter flight—to the House of Wind and Riverhouse their family members occupied and hosted from. “Have a good evening, Gwyn.”

She tightened her grip a bit on the papers when he started to take them. “I know there are plenty of moral disagreements between you. Maybe if there were some minor things you could overlook Eris would be more agreeable to your own demands. It takes all three of you to build an alliance. If you and Feyre might consider—”

“I’ll talk to her.” The paperwork vanished, presumably to his office or room for he and Feyre to view soon. “Thank you. I know neither side of this makes your job easy. And I do hate dragging you away from Catrin. Give her love from her uncle, will you?”

She nodded and he winnowed once again, leaving her to step into the warmth of her home. Afraid to wake her daughter at this hour, she crept in on silent feet. Then two words reached her just before she turned into the family room.

“Say Mama?”

Her breath caught. 

She and Az had always had a competitive streak. From their early days training, to the scattered moments between her friendship blooming with Nesta and the beginning of Azriel’s courtship, there had always been something. A skill to master, a goal to meet, a game to win.

The most recent… Who’s name Catrin would say first.

Faerie younglings developed so slowly in comparison to humans that it could be anywhere from weeks to months before their daughter spoke. Plenty of time for them to sway her learning towards one phrase or another. It was also commonly known that children were quicker to take to the D sound than the M. Azriel had every advantage with her work taking her outside of the court again.

She peeked around the doorway, watching the pair. Catrin had her mothers coppery hair and her father’s hazel eyes. She was the most beautiful thing Gwyn had ever seen. And there tucked into the warmth of her father’s chest and wing she was all the more lovely.

She watched as Azriel reached up again to point at the family portrait Feyre had gifted them upon Catrin’s birth. The pose was stunning, depicting Gwyn and Az forehead to forehead, smiling down on a bundle of pink, little fingers already seeming to reach for the shelter of the wings above them.

His finger paused in front of Gwyn’s face. “Mama. Right there.” Catrin cooed softly. “Yes, Your mama is away doing some work for Uncle Rhys and Aunt Feyre, but she’ll be home soon, little one.”

He turned slowly, pausing when he spotted Gwyn with her head just past the threshold. “Well, now we both know who’s going to win this little contest,” he said.

“Do we? Or have you just reversed the game?”

[velidewrites]

AZRIEL, MASTER OF SHADOWS

[sadiegirl2021]

Prompt: Domestic Life

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Gwyn, sitting on Azriel’s lap while he feeds her grapes: You’re so sweet.

Azriel: Because you’re the best.

Gwyn: No, you’re the best!

Azriel: No, you are! *Tickling Gwyn’s side, causing her to giggle*

Sitting across the table, Cassian is shovelling porridge into his mouth while Nesta scowls at the happy couple.

Nesta: It’s all love and kisses now. Give it six months!

[moodymelanist]

“Do you need some help with those lights?” “No, I don’t. Stop asking me that.”

Gwynriel 💗💗

okay so 1) I know you sent me this FOREVER ago and 2) it was supposed to be Christmas themed so I hope you enjoy anyway even though it’s so late and also I’m now making it Halloween themed. Anyway byeeeeee

Azriel grinned to himself as he spotted his neighbor struggling valiantly to hang some lights over her porch, hastening his steps so he could ask her if she needed any help.

Gwyn had moved into the house a few months ago with two other women — best friends from college, he’d learned, after Cassian had struck up a conversation with one of them.

Their relationship had started out friendly enough. His brothers teased him about how introverted he could be, and his therapist had suggested trying to put himself out there more, so Azriel tried to say good morning and have a nice day whenever he saw one of his neighbors.

Everything had changed one afternoon when he’d asked Gwyn if she needed help with her decorations. He’d been walking home from the nearest train stop, preferring to take the Metro rather than brave DC traffic everyday, and Gwyn had been in the process of trying to begin decorating their front yard for Halloween. He’d asked her if she needed help spreading cobwebs, and she’d politely declined his help.

She’d gradually been getting less polite with her responses, and part of him was really enjoying winding her up. She was just so adorable when she was pissed off — he couldn’t help himself.

“Do you need some help with those lights?” Azriel asked once he was close enough, already smiling.

Gwyn turned from where she was standing on a chair, a scowl half-formed on her beautiful face. “No, I don’t. Stop asking me that!”

“You sure?” he continued, his small smile turning into a little smirk as her face began turning red. “I’m pretty tall, it wouldn’t be any problem.”

“I’m pretty tall too, if you haven’t noticed,” she replied with a roll of her eyes.

“Not as tall as me, Berdara,” he fired back. “Let me help you.”

“No thank you,” she trilled, turning back around to continue her struggle with the lights.

Azriel didn’t move at the dismissal, wanting to standby in case Gwyn slipped and fell. The chair she was standing on wasn’t the most structurally sound, and he would be pissed with himself if she hurt herself the second she walked away.

Huh. That was a new thought.

Azriel took a few steps closer, his hands hovering between them to spot Gwyn as she leaned out to try and tape down part of the lights. He watched almost in slow motion as the chair overbalanced, desperately surging forward to wrap his arms around her and prevent her from hitting the ground.

“Told you you needed my help, Berdara,” he said, his arms still wrapped firmly around her middle. He held onto her for a second longer to reassure himself that she was really alright before releasing her.

“I didn’t take you for an ‘I told you so’ kind of guy,” Gwyn responded, out of breath from the shock of falling so suddenly. She turned to face him, her teal eyes wide from the surprise of it all. “Thanks, though.”

Feeling bold, Azriel replied, “You can take me for a lot of things, if you want. And you’re welcome.”

She studied him for a few heart-stopping moments before a pretty smile spread across her face. “Okay. How about dinner, then?”

“Okay,” he managed to get out. His therapist was going to have a field day with this turn of events. “When do you—?”

“Saturday, 7:30 pm,” she interrupted, her smile turning playful. “Don’t be late. I know where you live.”

“I’ll do my best,” Azriel told her with a small smile of his own. “If we have a good time, maybe I can help you with the rest of these decorations.”

Gwyn just laughed before telling him to get off her lawn.

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Happy Gwynriel Weeks people 💙

Gwynriel Week- Day 5- Music

Okay but Azriel and Gwyn singing together in front of Nyx for the first time and the little baby immediately stops crying and looking at them with adoration. Feysand amazed because Nyx is always crying but everytime Gwyn and Azriel sings or just hums he stops weeping and becomes quiet.

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