#gwynriel fics

[gwynrielsupremacy]

Nightmares

hey y'all i'm baaaack... my original plan was to post this later on the week but thought about gracing you lovelies with this new gwynriel piece! it's designed to have 4-5 chapters, but i don't know when I'll post it yet hehehe hope you like it !

He hears her sobbing in his dreams. First it’s faint, distant; but then it gets louder as his sleep borders awakening. Before he knows, he’s standing up, dagger in hand, shadows whispering desperately all the way to her door. Finding it was surprisingly easy, given how little time had been since Gwyn had moved into the House of Wind. Although it didn’t astound him that his shadows were the ones to know; they were always keen observers of the knowledge-seeker priestess. 

Azriel stops himself before knocking. The crying had ceased. 

He could walk away, for sure, head back to his room and let her come to him, if she thought suited. But the sudden, almost overwhelming urge to make sure she's fine is what makes him wait for her answer. Not to mention his frantic shadows insisting he’d at least check in on her. And he wouldn’t deny them, at least not when it came to Gwyneth Berdara.

“Gwyn?” He murmurs through the door. 

“Just one second” He hears her muffled voice in return. 

Steps, and then:

“Shadowsinger.” 

Puffy-eyed, clutching her robe against her chest, Gwyn greets him. She has a timid smile on her face, but it takes no Spymaster to see she indeed had been crying.

“Is everything ok?”

Seeing the dagger in his hand, Gwyn raises her eyebrows in a shadow of amusement:

“Yes. Is this an invitation for dagger-handling lessons?”

He can’t contain his furrowed eyebrows at her deflection.

“I thought I heard you crying.” Not an accusation, but a statement.

At that, Gwyn sighs and leans her head against the door, her expression immediately changing. Giving space to what he can detect as exhaustion.

“Bad dreams.”

He notices how she says “dreams”, in plural, and is familiar with the feeling as well; still, all he does is nod in return. 

"Do you want to come in?"

Not at all what he expects, it catches him by surprise:

"Do you want me to?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have asked you."

He's about to decline by politeness, invent some lame excuse, but his shadows sing otherwise. She needs you.

So he comes in.

Her bedroom is simple-looking and comfortable. A large bed takes up most of the space, with cream-colored walls and a wooden bookcase on the left. Near the bed on the right, is a door he can assume leads to her bathroom, and next to it, a single leather chair.

Unsure of what to do, he stands in the middle of the room with his hands in the pockets of his linen pants.

Gwyn chuckles: 

"Well don't you just stand there. It makes me feel weird."

She then points to the armchair, and proceeds to sit at the end of her bed.

He does as said, and watches in silence as she fiddles with the hem of her nightgown for a couple of seconds:

"Sometimes I dream of that night" she lets out, copper hair disheveled falling over her shoulders. "But most times, I dream of her."

Catrin. Her twin sister. 

The one he couldn't save in time.

Gwyn lifts her stare from her pajamas to the ceiling. "I dream she's here with me, alive and well. But she has almost no time left in this world, and doesn't know it. So I try to find ways to make her stay, to delay the inevitable. To make sure she'll still be here when I wake up. And I talk to her as if I didn’t know she'll be gone soon, but I always do." 

She sighs, "These dreams can be even more heartbreaking than the nightmares."

He feels a sharp sting in his chest at her vulnerability. At how honest she's being with him. So he offers some in return,

"When I was young, I lived in the dark." Saying those words doesn't pain him as much as he thought it would, "I'd dream of my mother most nights. In those dreams, I was always with her, under the sun. We had all the time in the world to be together, happy and free, but I knew it was only a matter of time before I woke up. And then I'd be all alone in the dark again."

Gwyn's stare meets his, filled with such understanding it almost breaks him. He braces himself for her answer, for anything. 

But not for what it comes next:

"Can you stay here? Just until I fall asleep?" Her voice is so small it's barely a whisper. It makes him want to come closer to her.

He offers her a gentle smile instead: 

"Of course."

That turns out to be the very first night they sleep together; even if it takes him a lot more time to fall asleep, slightly uncomfortable in the small armchair. But when he wakes up some hours later, neck craned and wings numb, he’s surprised to see the bed in front of him empty, with nothing but a tiny piece of paper on top of the covers:

"Didn't want to wake you. See you in training.

Thank you, Azriel.

G."

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[az-cain]

i wrote this in like january and posted it but ?? idk where it went so here

On My Knees

azriel x reader ≈ 458 words masterlist here

rated g, nothing 18+ but my blog in general is so :) if you’re a minor, interact w this and nothing else. thanks! just some gwynriel fluff

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The door creaked open quietly, stirring Azriel from his sickly rest on the bed. He turned onto his side, head throbbing and body aching, and let out a wretched cough. He rolled drowsily out of bed, moving as slowly as possible to avoid aggravating his headache.

Gwyn entered the room, kicking her shoes off and scouring his face and body, undoubtedly seeing the lethargy with which he sighed and reached his arms out to her like a child asking to be picked up.

She shuffled over to him and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, grabbing his torso and squeezing tightly the way he liked. A cough wracked his whole body, and he let out a quiet whine. Gwyn traced her finger along his back, muttering praise and affection. His heart throbbed as she called him by his name, telling him she was there for him.

He knew that she was here for him, of course. But the reassurance made him feel all the worse because he felt that he was undeserving of her time, her affection. Tears streaked down his face, more coughs wracking his chest and ravaging his throat, only making more tears fall into Gwyn’s coppery hair. She pulled her head back, face scrunched up in concern. A pale spotted hand reached slowly up to stroke away the tears on his swollen, snotty face. His lips shook, nose making a wet sound when he sucked in. They both laughed quietly as Azriel realized just how much he loved her.

In reality, he’d known for months now, but he’d been terrified to admit it to himself or to her, out of a fear that he would realize the commitment of those three words and run.

Maybe he actually realized that he would never run from her, from her love, from committing his whole immortal life to her. He would never leave her side, if that’s what she requested of him.

Gwyn rested her chin on his chest, looking up at him with those beautiful round eyes. Slowly, she tilted her head into his chest, gripping him tighter.

“I love you, Azriel,” she muttered almost inaudibly.

His heart stuttered, legs failing him. He fell weakly to his knees, tears once again pouring from his eyes, sobs mixing with hacking coughs. He pressed kisses to her belly, muttering how much he loved her, how much she mattered to him. Gwyn then dropped to her knees as well, taking his head and burying it in her shoulder and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Soft sobs shook her body as well, one hand stroking his hair while the other remained grappled in his shirt. She muttered “I love you” like a prayer, again, and again, and again, and again.

masterlist here

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[azrielsbxtch]

I haven’t seen anyone talk about this but the way Nesta said “Yes. We are” after Bryce asked about Azriel’s love life has me wondering what kind of things Cassian and Nesta have noticed in the House of Wind all this time…..

#gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwynriel headcanon #gwyn berdara #gwynriel fic #nesta archeron #pro gwyn #house of wind gang

[believer25]

I know that when Gwyn finally leaves the library, she is going to have a long line of males trying to court her. She is very beautiful but also smart and charismatic.

Imagine her going for the first time to Rita's or a party or a ball and having a lot of handsome males fighting for her attention. I can see the Shadowsinger acting very jealous.

If someone wants to write a fic like that, please send me the link in my dms.

#azriel x gwyn #azriel gwyn #gwyn x azriel #gwynriel #pro gwynriel #gwynriel supremacy #gwynriel fic #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas

[i-wanna-see-some-az]

Gwyn: *looking through the window, pensively*

Azriel: woah, she's so beautiful, so thoughtful... i wonder what she's thinking about

Gwyn, in her mind: dragons can't blow their birthday cake

#azriel acotar #acotar fandom #gwynriel #pro azriel #incorrect acotar quotes #acotar fic #a court of mist and fury #acotar memes #gwyn and azriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #pro gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwyn berdara

[gwynrielweeksofficial]

All the details in this piece by @dimalry has our hearts singing like Az’s shadows🥰

#gwynriel #gwynriel weeks 2024 #gwynrielweeks2024 #gwyn x azriel #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel fanart #gwynriel fic #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #azriel #acotar #pro gwynriel

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 1 - Firsts

✨ Happy Gwynriel Weeks 2024 ✨

Synopsis: Gwyn musters up the courage to kiss the Shadowsinger.

Word Count: 1k

Read on Ao3

“I think the ending of the story could have been better…” Azriel explained.

“I see,” came out of Gwyn’s lips in response though her mind was thinking Do it.

“…but the characters are great,” he continued.

“Mhmm.”

Do it. I can’t. But I want to, her mind persisted.

Azriel kept giving his opinion about the book Gwyn had asked him to read a few days ago so they could discuss it together like they always did with every material that one recommended to the other. It was one of her favourite romance novels that she would recommend to anyone who was fond of the genre, or Spymasters who read romance only because their friends forced them to. But right now, Azriel could have been criticising it or ripping it to shreds that Gwyn would not have noticed.

“The main character is as stubborn as you. She is my favourite,” he said, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile. “I’d say my favourite parts are…”

Oh that smile. I want to taste it. I need to. Do it.

From the moment Azriel had started talking about that book, it had reminded Gwyn of all the time when she had read it too and had replaced the face of the love interest of the main character with that of Azriel. Hearing him talk of hand touches and secret rendezvous and stolen kisses was sending her mind into places she didn’t think he would be willing to follow. Gwyn had never been kissed before. And Mother above she wanted to know, for once in her life, what all the fuss was about. She wanted to know whether whatever fluttered inside her when she was near him would stop if she kissed him or whether the simple urge to kiss him would cease once she did it. She wondered if her eyes would finally stop being drawn to his lips.

If Azriel had not been looking at the novel that he was currently flipping through, he would have noticed that Gwyn was only half listening to what he was saying and that her gaze was glued onto his moving lips. He did, however, seem to notice that she was now much closer to him on the sofa than she was when they had sat down here some time ago.

“Berdara?” he asked as soon as he turned to look at her and noticed that the blush on her cheeks was much too intense to be justified by the temperature of the room since the open window of the private library had led the space to become quite chilly thanks to the cold breeze coming in.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

“Are you alright?” he asked, no doubt concerned by her silence as much as the strange look on her face.

Just do it once and forget about it, she thought. Do it. Do it. Do it.

Gwyn closed the little distance left between their bodies by gliding closer to him until her leg touched his. Gathering every ounce of courage she had built up to this point and telling herself that she would atone for her stupidity later, she placed a hand on his face and pressed her lips against his before he could finish saying her name.

The moment Gwyn felt how soft and perfect his lips were, she realised the terrible mistake that she was making. Her heartbeat increased, a sudden heat crept up her face and body as she slowly moved her lips against his. She was wrong. So very wrong. How could she think that one kiss would be enough? Who was she kidding? Why hadn’t she thought of the possibility that a single kiss would leave her wanting more, even as she still had her lips sealed to his?

She needed to stop before he pushed her away and asked what the hell was going on with her - why her hands were caressing his neck, why she was so close to him that her breasts were now pressed tight against his chest, why she wanted to jump on him, wrap her legs around his waist and beg him to deepen the kiss and teach her everything there was to know about pleasure. Those smutty novels must have turned her brain to mush. Perhaps she should take a break from them. Or perhaps she should read more to fill in the bigger gap that was forming between her need for him and actual reality.

Convinced that the hand he had brought to her waist was a request to stop, Gwyn pulled away, her eyes opening but staring down at her hands where she had placed them on her lap. Her internal monologue might have made it seem like the kiss had lasted for hours but it had only really been a few seconds. Maybe the memory of those few seconds would haunt her until the end of her days and the embarrassment would be her punishment.

When she looked up at Azriel, she found him staring back at her. His eyes were open wide, his mouth slightly parted and he seemed as though all coherent thoughts had been sucked from his beautiful head. Gwyn cleared her throat and stood up abruptly.

“I’m going to leave now before I lose my last shred of courage,” she said with as much firmness in her voice as she could muster.

With that, she turned on her heels and made her way to the door, leaving a dumbfounded Azriel behind. Her hand was already on the knob when a loud, “WAIT,” made her stop.

When she turned around, the sounds of Azriel’s rushed footsteps had already stopped and he stood before her. Gwyn didn’t have the time to take a full breath in before he wrapped a hand around her waist, grabbed her face with his other hand and kissed her.

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[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 😏

#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

[assassinsblade]

welcome!

about me: you can call me emily! i'm 25 and have written in the past but just started again. i have a master's in literature and love fantasy and romance books.

requests: i am currently not taking requests!

taglists: instead of doing taglists, i have the following account you can turn notifications on for: @assassinslibrary. i will only ever reblog new stories here so you can get a notification when posted!

masterlists:

azriel eris

#will add to this as i post more lol #ignore this unless new to my page or if you want to know more!! #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #rhysand x reader #rhys x reader #azriel x you #acotar fic #tog fic #rowan x reader #lorcan x reader #dorian x reader #gwynriel #feysand #nessian #elucian #rowaelin #elorcan

[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

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[gwynrielsupremacy]

so....

I'm thinking of doing a comeback for #gwynriel and @lunainfortuna fed my brain with a lot of ideas from her post here so now I may or may not have a 5 (independent) part story of just gwyn and az and time and friendship and something more....

not to say anymore and spoil the surprise, stay tuned!

part 1 comes out soon :)

#gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwynriel supremacy #gwynriel headcanon #gwyneth berdara #did someone ask for gwynriel moments #gwyn x azriel #gwynriel fics #azriel and gwyn

[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.

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[azrielsbxtch]

Azriel the entire time Truth-Teller was away

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[yazthebookish]

I also want to collect titles to give a shout out on bookstagram since I often get asked about fanfic recommendations.

So don't be shy and let us know 🥰 These are the most popular ships but if you also have fics for different characters that's fine too!

#gwynriel #elucien #feysand #nessian #emorie #acotar #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction

[kiwi-muses]

Part One Here

It was only a couple of days before his shadow zoomed into his room to alert him that Gwyn was speaking with Bryaxis. It was the middle of the night, and Azriel grumbled as he pulled on his leathers. One of the rare instances where he’d been dead asleep, and Gwyn had to inadvertently ruin it. He made his way into the library, and weaved through the stacks, Gwyn’s voice becoming louder and louder. Azriel silently hid in the shadows, wondering what was so important that it must be spoken of in the middle of the night. 

“Do you sleep at all?” he heard her ask. After a moment in which Bryaxis must have responded, he heard her say, “Well, I suppose in some ways that’s lucky. You get to avoid the issues I have.” She was silent for a moment. “What you said… about my… mate… how did you know?”

Azriel felt his eyebrows raise. Gwyn had a mate? Since when? If Bryaxis spoke of it, perhaps that’s what surprised her the last time. There was an uncomfortable feeling in Azriel’s chest as he thought of Gwyn having a mate, though he couldn’t explain why, exactly. 

“I think I knew when I first saw him, though there was… a lot happening,” she was saying. “But I’ve never told anyone before. I thought maybe I was mistaken.” Her voice was soft. “No, I don’t wish it weren’t so. He’s a good male. Strong and kind.” She paused, listening, and chuckled. “Well, maybe you don’t think so, and I could certainly see why.” The longer Azriel stood there, eavesdropping, the more bizarre the conversation became. And the longer he stood there, the more that uncomfortable feeling in his chest grew. And a piece of him was almost offended for the unknown male. A mating bond was sacred. Why wouldn’t Gwyn tell this male? He became more agitated before deciding he was done for the night. He stepped from the shadows, and saw Gwyn whirl around to see him. She turned back to the pit. “Looks like our visit is over tonight.” She softly laughed again. “I’ll make sure to sing louder for you next time.” She walked towards Azriel, eyes sparkling. He crossed his arms over his chest, cutting an imposing figure. 

“We talked about this, Gwyn.” His voice was low. 

“You mean you talked, Shadowsinger. No one said I agreed.” He let out his breath in a huff. “How long have you been here?”

“Long enough,” he said. 

She tilted her head at him. “You seem… vexed with me, Shadowsinger. Moreso than usual.” Azriel said nothing, turning to escort her back to the dormitories. “You can tell me, you know. Honesty is the best policy and all that.”

Damn him, Azriel couldn’t control it. The words were going to fly out of his mouth whether he wished them to or not. He stopped in the middle of the aisle and turned to her, seeing her waiting face. “You have a mate. Why won’t you tell him? Those bonds… those bonds are rare, and sacred. Don’t you think he deserves to know?”

He felt Gwyn’s eyes on him, studying him. He could almost feel her weighing her words carefully. “There are many reasons I haven’t chosen to divulge the information yet, Azriel.” The use of his given name struck him. She hadn’t used it before. It sounded less like a curse, and more like a caress coming from her. “Some reasons are mine, and mine alone, and maybe I will tell him one day. But I can say,” she took a deep breath, “I have it on good authority that he cares for another. I respect him enough to allow his choices, and I refuse to be chosen solely because of a bond. I’d rather be loved.” Her words struck him in the heart. It was everything he wanted, needed Elain to say and to practice. He needed Elain to want to choose to be loved, to choose him. Gwyn cracked a small smile. “Besides, I’ve met him and he is otherworldly. And I’m just me. He needs someone who he can be proud of.” Gwyn started walking past him, leaving him speechless. This female… he couldn’t figure her out. People were easy to unravel. They were easy to manipulate, to discover inner motives. But not Gwyn. She was a puzzle to him and with each new piece he handed her, he found something new to wonder over. 

“Gwyn,” he called, striding to catch up to her. She looked up at him. “Any male would be lucky to have you as his mate. And if they aren’t proud to have you, they’re not worth your time.” The dazzling smile Azriel received lit something in his heart. 

“Thank you, Shadowsinger.” She smiled, and something in him softened to know he put that smile on her face. 

“Now will you please stop talking to Bryaxis? I don’t trust that it won’t betray you and try to take you.” Gwyn laughed, though what was so funny he had no idea. 

“Bryaxis and I came to an agreement. If I sing while I work, Bryaxis will be content. I won’t have to go near the pit, Shadowsinger.” He felt a weight lift off his shoulders. He had wrestled Bryaxis back into the pit; he knew what Bryaxis could do, the harm it could cause, if provoked. And he wanted Gwyn nowhere near that sort of danger. “I can make my way from here, Shadowsinger. I need to shelve a few books anyways,” Gwyn said.

“Alright,” Azriel said softly. “Goodnight, Gwyneth.” 

“Goodnight, Shadowsinger,” she replied, making her way through the stacks to her books, leaving Azriel to make his way out of the library, pondering the strange feeling Gwyn left him with. A few words and she could coax a smile from him without his notice, or cause his heart to stop in his chest just by having a conversation with a creature. Azriel wasn’t an outwardly emotive male. Inwardly, he felt everything, but a childhood of torture had taught him to effectively wear a mask. One that, somehow, Gwyn made him feel was unnecessary.

#gwyn x az #gwyneth berdara #gwyn x azriel #gwynriel #bryaxis #gwynriel fic #i cant decide if i want to write full fic of this

[gwynrielweeksofficial]

Happy Valentine’s day! Here’s to celebrating the wonderful ship that is Gwynriel🥰

Art by @brielyasmin Comm by @freyjas-musings

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