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aldbooks · 20 days

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So, my friend @hlizr50 posted this lovely art during Gwynriel week and it inspired an idea that's been rolling around in my head until I finally spit it out in Word tonight. So, don't mind any typos or grammar, I did exactly zero editing 😅 Enjoy!

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A distinctly masculine yelp called the entire training ring’s attention to the far end where Gwyn was…. Hanging from the Shadowsinger’s back… side? It was hard to tell from this angle. All Cassian knew for sure was Gwyn’s coppery head was much higher than it should be, and her feet were wrapped somewhere around Az’s middle, rather than on the ground. His brother stumbled at the sudden shift in weight, his wings flaring wide.

As Cassian watched, Az managed to pry one of Gwyn’s legs from around his torso but she quickly scrambled around his body, repositioning herself until she had somehow draped her body across the back of his neck, one of his arms grasped between hers, the other between her thighs.

“Son of a-” Az’s words cut off with a growl as he again attempted to free himself from her hold. He could hear Gwyn snarl at him to yield, which of course Azriel refused- as he should. He wasn’t defeated yet.

But cauldron, did they look ridiculous.

Nesta and Emerie appeared at this side, wearing amused looks as they watched their friend make a proper fool out of the famed Spymaster. “What do you even call that hold?” Emerie asked with a snort as Azriel’s wings bent and stretched, trying to stabilize him while he worked to get free.

“I think it’s called a Nelson?” Cassion shrugged trying not to laugh as Gwyn “accidentally” kicked Az’s wing, drawing another strangled yelp from him. “But I’ve never seen it done like that…’

He finally loosed a grin as an idea came to him. Focusing his mind, he called out to Rhys, hoping his brother was paying attention wherever he was in the city. A moment later, a smooth voice spoke in his mind “Yes, Cassian?”

“You gotta see this.”

Rhys gave an intrigued hum. “Is that so?” There was a brush at his mind and Cassian opened a small window for his brother to see through his eyes.

Just then. Az managed to find a ticklish spot behind Gwyn’s knee, loosening her hold with a squeal. Before he could pull her off of him completely, however, she scrambled around again, somehow hooking one leg around his back, one over his shoulder, ankles locked together, and both hands wrapped behind his neck.

This time the shift of weight unbalanced him entirely, sending him to his knees… Gwyn still hanging from his neck.

Cassian couldn’t help a chuckle then as a matching one sounded in his mind. He felt a pause on Rhys’ end before he felt another presence in his mind. “Oh my,” Feyre giggled. “How did she get up there?”

“I don’t know, I heard a shout and turned around to find her hanging off him. Everytime he manages to get an arm free, she moves and traps him again,” Cassian laughed. “We might want to consider ear plugs for the poor priestesses, Az’s been cursing up a storm the last couple minutes.”

Az wedged a hand beneath the thigh wrapped over his shoulder- dangerously high- and Nesta whistled. “You usually have to pay to get that handsy, Shadowsinger. Watch it!”

The hand quickly disappeared with a frustrated growl, and Gwyn, the cheek, laughed merrily at his predicament. From the corner of his eye, Cassian caught sight of Mor and Amren perched on lounge chairs, watching the show. How and when they had gotten here, he wasn’t sure. But they were turning his training ring into theater and he should probably say something, but he was too entertained by the spectacle.

After a few more moments of struggling - each attempt at tickling Gwyn now resulted in her thrashing about and shrieking, battering Az’s poor wings even further, even as she clung to him like a magnet- until finally, Az’s wings drooped with a sigh.

“Do you yield?” Gwyn asked cautiously, still holding tight. There was a mumble and then- “What was that? I couldn’t hear you?”

“Yes, I yield. Gods damn it.”

Immediately, Gwyn dropped to the ground, rolling numbly from underneath him and springing to her feet with a triumphant crow. Nesta and Emerie burst out laughing while the other priestesses rushed over to congratulate Gwyn on besting the Symaster. Mor, who apparently wanted more of a show, booed loudly and tossed popcorn in Az’s direction, which Cassian had no idea how she’d gotten.

“Is he- blushing?” Feyre asked.

Sure enough, Az had slunk off to the side of the ring, his cheeks pink as he gingerly rubbed his shoulder. His shadows, which had been dancing around him and Gwyn throughout the entire bout, not interfering, now twirled in the air behind him. If he didn’t know better, Cass would think they were laughing. “Yes, Darling, I think he is.”

#gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyn and azriel

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daevastanner · 5 months

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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 😏

#you wish there was no reaction #imagine his rage when they’re together #mate behavior #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #gwynriel supremacy #gwyn and azriel #acotar fanfiction #gwynriel fic #gwynriel fanfiction #ao3

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gwynsdefenseattorney · 1 day

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✨✨Friendly Reminder✨✨

We don’t ACTUALLY know what Azriel’s initial reaction was to the girls being taken in ACOSF.

Cassian wasn’t paying attention to any of them but Sarah elected to point out that AZRIEL was talking with urgency. I double very seriously that they went straight into talking about Eris when they walked into room and saw it trashed. This is why people say Cassian isn’t a reliable narrator, or Nesta or Feyre when it comes to other people’s inner THOUGHTS and FEELINGS.

They are GUESSING based on their own observations which could be wrong. And yes Sarah knows all and what’s going on but she can’t write her characters like that. It was be bad writing, she has to write from their perspective based off what she has THEM know. Stating that we know anyone’s thoughts and options and WHY they do anything as fact based off a third party opinion without actually hearing it from the person is spreading incorrect information based on a third party. Miscommunication troupe at its finest.

#pro gwynriel #gwynriel #gwynriel supremacy #gwyn berdara #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #gwyn and azriel #azriel and gwyn #sarah j maas #sjmaas #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #acosf

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the-valkyries-gwyn-nesta-emerie · 1 day

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“Azriel slaughtered all of them within moments. He didn’t hesitate. But I could barely move, and when I tried to get up … He gave me his cloak and wrapped me in it."

Art is by Kloartz

I love how the artist captured this scene. It is heart-wrenchingly beautiful.

And I'm not going to romantize this scene but the fact it's a direct parallel to Lucien giving Elain his cloak after her traumatic event speaks volumes to me.

These two are endgame. No doubt in my mind about that.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #acosf #he slaughtered all the soldiers within moments #azriel and gwyn #gwyn and azriel #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #a court of silver flames #acotar series #acotar #gwynriel fanart #acotar fan art #acotar fanart

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foxylady13 · 2 days

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I NEED the redheads in the series (Gwyn and Lucien) to get their happy endings with their mates.

Why? Because they are the least problematic, toxic characters and these two redheads deserve the world. Also, these two redheaded fictional characters get a lot of hate over a ship war and I've seen some pretty sickening takes just because they are redheads.

Plus, it would be justice for those out there who look down upon redheads and call them names. Redheads deserve love and happiness to instead of the hate they receive.

Artists & Commissioners from Top Left to Bottom Right : Saramirza_art & the_valkyries_trove, Romannboch, & The.sketching.hour

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sparrowinthewater · 3 months

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This has probably been pointed out before but i’d like to reiterate it 😀

Regarding Azriel’s ‘unbothered’ reaction towards finding out that Gwyn got thrown into the Blood Rite….. Can we just agree that Cassian was not a reliable narrator at that particular point of time?

When the IC gathered at Emerie’s wrecked place:

Cassian couldn’t breathe. Hadn’t been able to breathe or speak for long minutes now….

They were speaking, Azriel with some urgency, but Cassian didnt hear him, heard nothing but the roaring in his head…

And he could do nothing to interfere, not without damning them all. His hands shook. “So, what- we just sit on our asses for a week and wait?” The idea was abhorrent. Feyre gripped his trembling fingers, squeezing tight. “Did you- Cassian, weren’t you listening at all when we got here?” No, he’d barely heard anything.

Cassian was distraught and in his fucking head at that point of time, bro was STRESSED. Do you think he actually has the mental capacity to take notice of the others’ reactions? I actually felt it was pretty deliberate of Sarah to leave out Azriel’s reactions. Even when Cassian said to Rhys “Winnow me to her. Az, you find Emerie and Gwyn.”, Sarah did not give us anything regarding Azriel’s facial expression, his body language, na-da. Because it would have been a delicate thing to write without giving much away.

And after having a few days to calm the storm in his head, Cassian says to Azriel amidst their spy work, “There are plenty of other unspeakable things that could be happening to her, to Emerie and Gwyn”, Cassian actually took noticed that the shadows deepened around Azriel, his siphons gleaming like cobalt fire. And Azriel, the big bad scary shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court actually stutters with his response: “You-we-trained them well, Cassian. Trust in that. It’s all we can do.”

In addition, there’s just a distinct way that Sarah loves to use when writing about her mates: The male never coddles the female. Rhys had faith in Feyre’s abilities when they were under the mountain. And when she joined the IC, he lets her manifest her abilities without worrying and cooing over her. Rowan was so damn strict on Aelin’s training in Heir of Fire, never pulling his punches when they fought with each other. And despite his initial strong protective reaction, Cassian decides to trust Nesta’s abilities to protect herself in the rite after his emotions settle down.

This is exactly why I don’t think the lack of notable reactions that Azriel displayed towards Gwyn being thrown into the rite translate to that he doesn’t care about her or that they are not mates.

*mic drops*

#acosf #acotar #azriel #gwyneth berdara #gwynriel #azriel shadowsinger #gwyn and azriel #gwyn berdara

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maherdraws · 1 month

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#gwynrielweeks2024 day six: mates.

since acosf came out i had this feeling that gwyn and az could have a beautiful connection, honestly I love both of them and think that the little moments when they coexist together are really cute and wholesome. I love that they love music, they’re warriors, they’re determined and love loveee that Azriel’s shadows are calm and curious around gwyn.🌌🦇🗡️✨

— do you like this ship?

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i-wanna-see-some-az · 1 year

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Cassian: truth or dare?

Azriel: this is not a slumber party

Cassian: i know but it feels like one

Azriel: we're in a fucking dungeon

Gwyn: i choose dare

#azriel acotar #acotar fandom #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwyn and azriel #gwyn berdara #pro gwynriel #gwynriel supremacy #incorrect acotar quotes #pro azriel #nessian #cassian #cassian acotar

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aldbooks · 6 months

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A Gwynriel scene...

"So there is where you've chosen to hide is it?"

Azriel turned from where he stood, hidden in shadow, near the shore of the river. The music from the party just drifted quietly to him at this distance, the faint trill of Mor's laughter, the sweet scent of chocolate...

He hadn't needed his shadows to alert him to her presence. The fact that they said nothing at all, relaxing suddenly in the cool night breeze off the sea was warning enough. He couldn't help the way his gaze raked over her again, lingering briefly on the necklace that hung from her throat.

He hadn't been the only one to notice it. Elain had spotted it as soon as they'd arrived, surprise flashing in her eyes before her expression turned carefully blank. She'd said nothing at all, but he could tell she wanted to. He'd hoped she wouldn't say anything to Gwyn, the priestess had been nervous enough to leave the Library. He didn't want anything else upsetting her, especially when he was meant to be the one escorting her back home later.

She smiled as she came to stand next to him, looking out over the sparkling city across the shore. As far as he knew, it was the first time she had been in the city proper. He wondered what she made of it, with it's vibrant lights and sounds and equally vibrant people.

"It's beautiful," she whispered, as though hearing his thoughts.

"It is," he said, still watching her face as she surveyed the city and the dark expanse beyond. The lights glittered, reflected in her large eyes, a soft smile curling her lips. Gods, she was beautiful.

It wasn't a new thought. He'd been aware of her beauty from the first time he saw her. Large, teal eyes like the depthless sea that seemed to see straight through the icy mask he wore to his battered soul. Coppery brown hair, smooth as silk that hung around her shoulders and shone like metal in the light. Pale freckled skin covering a delicate face and lithe body, and the most lush, pink lips he'd ever seen.

She certainly wasn't the only beautiful female he knew, she wasn't even the only beautiful female in the Library. Many of those poor females had unfortunately been targeted for a reason... But there was something about her particular beauty that drew one in. Not just him, she seemed to have the ability to draw everyone to her, whether she intended to or not.

He usually had no issue ignoring the looks and attraction of the females in the library, though he was not unaware of the ones who fawned over him during training. Those females had suffered enough at the hands of other males, he would not burden any of them with his attention, particularly unasked for.

But Gwyn...

"Is there something on my face?" she asked, a slight laugh in her voice. He'd been staring, he realized, but he didn't look away.

He shook his head slowly. "You look- very well, Gwyn. I'm proud of you."

Her smile transformed her face from mere beauty to something transcendent. "I'm proud of me, too."

"As you should be." Something dark flickered over her shoulder and he noticed his shadows playing in her hair. He didn't wish to draw attention to them, but silently called them back.

"So why are you hiding out here then?" she asked. "Not a fan of parties?"

He forced a small smile, unwilling to share the truth. That he was jealous of his brother's happiness. Both of them. He was happy for them, truly. They deserved it. They'd fought hard for it, had earned it. But it didn't stop him from coveting the same. Didn't stop the bitterness that poisoned his veins when he thought about the feelings he'd harbored for others that had never been returned. About Mor who kept him on a leash for five hundred years. About Elain who had not spoken to him, had barely looked at him since Solstice.

Mor had seen him, had seen his darkness and shunned it. Like him, she'd spent most of her younger years and in the dark and now craved the light. Elain had not truly known him, only the pretty picture he painted for her, the kinder parts of himself that he allowed her to see. She'd run at the first sign of hesitation on his part, which he did not blame her for. But he understood now that she had never been meant for him either. She was too good, too pure. She would not ever truly understand the darkness that dwelled in him. Could never fully accept it.

But Gwyn knew. She'd been there that night in Sangravah. She'd seen him slaughter those men, seen his rage, his power, his icy fury. His wrath. And yet, even though she still trembled in fear, she did not flinch away from him as he wrapped her in his cloak and handed her off to Mor. Even when they met again in the training ring, all those months together, the private lessons, the midnight encounters... she'd never been afraid of him.

She faced him down everytime, with an irreverent twist of her lips and a quick word on her tongue. She knew who he was, what he was capable of, and she had never been afraid of him. More than that- she trusted him. Something he did not take lightly.

She trusted him- which was exactly why he couldn't do this...

Their bodies had drifted closer together as they'd stood there in the shadows, pulled together like magnets. The same pull he often felt when she was near, unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.

Her face was only a few inches away, her breath warming his mouth, when he leaned back, glancing away from the flash of disappointment, the embarrassment on her face. "I should head back." He stepped back, turning towards the party to give her a moment to swallow that embarrassment, much as it pained him to know he might have hurt her.

She'd get over it. They always did. Mor would look at him with something like love then pull away a second later, brushing him off as though nothing had happened. Even Elain had moved past his presumed rejection of her on Solstice Night quickly enough. No one ever wanted him beyond those brief, intense moments. As soon as he was out of sight, he was forgotten. Gwyn would be no different.

He didn't examine why that stung more than usual.

"I promised Nesta a dance," he explained. Which wasn't actually a lie. "Enjoy the party, Berdara. Let me know when you'd like to go home."

There was a slight tremor in her smile as she waved him off, giving him her back. "I think I'll stay out here a bit longer," she said quietly.

He nodded, though she couldn't see it, backing away a step away.

She said nothing else, just sank gracefully to the ground, her skirts flaring around her as she sat, still staring out over the water.

When he was a fair distance away he turned, hidden in the shadows of a nearby tree and looked at her. She sat with her knees curled to her chest, her beautiful face tipped up towards the moon. Her eyes were closed, but her face was not quite relaxed and as he watched, a tear slid down her cheek.

His breath froze in his chest as his shadows swirled around him uneasily. One tried to slink away, slithering over the ground towards her but he reeled it back in, stepped further into the shadows as she rested her forehead on her knees, shoulders shaking so slightly it was almost unnoticeable. She did not need to know her private moment had been observed.

Whatever she was feeling: grief, sadness, humiliation, anxiety; was not meant for his eyes, and yet he could not look away. He melted further into the shadows until he was invisible, silently watching over her until she gathered herself, wiping her face and rising to her feet. If she sensed his presence, she did not show it, did not glance in his direction even once as she strode past him fading into the crowd.

Something ached in his chest as his shadows urged him to go after her. To follow. To wipe away that broken expression he'd seen as she passed him.

Against his will, his mind conjured the image of her face just before he'd pulled away from her. The soft, hazy look in her eyes, the wisp of hair that fell across her temple, the way her lips parted in invitation... He wondered if he hadn't just made the biggest mistake of his long life...

He did not see her again for the rest of the night, and however she managed to get home, she had not asked him to take her.

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He'd given the priestesses an extra day off training the morning after the mating ceremony, both to give himself time to get caught up on reports, and also to give himself a buffer in case he'd needed to recover.

Instead, he spent the entire morning thinking about Gwyn. The look on her face when she'd been so close to him, and the tear that had slid down her cheek after he'd walked away. He couldn't describe the pain in his chest as the remembrance of it. His shadows urged him once again to go to her, seek her out. But he couldn't quite make himself do it and wallowed in his own misery, alone in the House when he wanted to be somewhere else.

Gwyn was at training the next morning. She still spoke with the other priestesses, laughed with Emerie and went through the exercises, following every order he gave, but she seemed- dimmed. Her usual spark, that brash determination that was so thoroughly charming, was gone.

Her movements were still precise and technically impeccable, graceful as ever, but her eyes were dull, completely lacking enthusiasm, even when she smiled. Others seemed to notice it too. Not just himself and Emerie, but the priestesses who looked to Gwyn as an example. She was the reason many of them were even here. She had been to one to take that first step, to show them they could be more, could do more for themselves. The one who pushed them to keep going when they struggled and praised them when they accomplished something new.

And she had nothing to give them today.

Guilt swarmed in Azriel's gut, even his shadows did not seem to want to be near him today, practically avoiding him the way Gwyn dodged his gaze. She'll get over it, he told himself again. They all move on, she will too. She deserves better.

It didn't make him feel any better.

He had intended to hold her back after training so they could speak but she'd somehow snuck past him and back into the library before he could catch her. Emerie appeared at his side, glancing around with a frown. "Where did Gwyn go? I had a book for her."

He shrugged. "No idea. You can leave it with me if you want. I'll make sure she gets it."

Emerie glanced at him. "Do you know what's going on with her? She disappeared at the mating ceremony too. Had Morrigan take her home. Did something happen?"

Azriel's heart stopped for a moment at the suggestion. There hadn't been any disturbances that night as far as he knew. Surely, if something had happened, he would have heard about it. "Not that I'm aware of."

Emerie hummed quietly to herself. "Maybe it ended up being too much for her..."

Azriel had nothing to say to that, so he turned, offering her his hand instead. "Ready to go home?" She shook off her frown, nodding and he picked her up, carrying her back to Windhaven where she left him with a book to pass on to Gwyn.

With a perfect excuse to seek her out, Azriel headed straight to the library when he returned. Clotho explained that Merrill had specifically requested that she and Gwyn not be disturbed as they were behind on work with Gwyn taking a day off for the mating ceremony. She asked if he wanted her to give the book to Gwyn instead. He hesitated, about to hand it over before changing his mind. "That's ok, I'll check back later."

He could see Clotho's lips tilt up under her hood as he turned back for the door. He was far too wound up to get any work done at the moment and decided one more day off wouldn't hurt. Cassian was about to be gone for several weeks after all, he could have this. Instead he headed back up to the training room, surprised to find Rhys there, leaning against the wall, with an unreadable expression.

His steps faltered for a moment as he wondered what could have brought the High Lord here. "Rhys. Is everything alright? Nyx? Feyre?"

"They're both fine," Rhys canted his head, studying Azriel. "I'm here to see you."

"How can I help?" he said carefully.

"I heard tell you were rather- cozy with a certain priestess at Cassian's mating ceremony."

Azriel paused several feet away from his brother. "Oh?"

Rhys' shrewd gaze pierced him as he casually strolled closer, hands in his pockets. "Feyre said she noticed the lovely Gwyneth wander off through the garden, only to see the both of you return a few minutes later, separately. She noted Gwyneth seemed a bit- agitated, and left shortly after. Curious that."

Azriel worked not to react, crossing his arms and giving Rhys a bored look. "And?"

"And-" Rhys pulled a hand from his pocket, inspected his nails. "I've been keeping a particular eye on Gwyneth for some time. Particularly after she befriended Nesta... Cassian tells me she's very clever, a natural born leader."

"She is. Is there a point to this?"

Rhys shrugged, looking him in the eye again, his expression almost cold. "I've been considering the possibility that she and Nesta's friend, Emerie, might be assets to my court. And now, I'm wondering if there might be extenuating circumstances that might prevent that from happening."

"I'm not fucking her if that's what you're asking," Azriel said, his teeth on edge.

Rhys' eyes were ice. "I should hope not. I remember very well how she came to be here. I think she deserves more than to be a way for you to blow off steam."

Azriel bristled. "Watch yourself little brother."

Rhys smirked, looking amused. "So there is something there? Have you told her how you feel? Or will you hide from this one too and just stare longing across the training room?"

Azriel's fist shot out, but Rhys winnowed away before he could touch him, like he'd expected it. He whirled, finding Rhys behind him now, wearing a shit eating grin. "Interesting." He winnowed away from another punch, appearing behind him once more. "For what it's worth, I approve, brother."

"So glad to have your blessing," he said drily.

Starflecked darkness burst through the ring, surrounding him as Rhys' chuckle echoed all around. When the darkness finally dissipated, Rhys was gone.

And Azriel suddenly had much to think about...

#from my drafts #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #gwyn and azriel #azriel x gwyn #azriel and gwyn

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