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bellaskhakhiskirt · 1 month
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Anyone have any good smutty, angsty gwyn x azriel fanfic recs ? I’m a die hard gwynriel shipper, their pairing has major potential for hurt comfort, and I LOVE THAT. Comment any good fics that you guys find
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redbleedingrose · 1 year
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What’s your thoughts on Elain? 👀
OMG I think I could go on for hours tbh!!! This is such an interesting topic for me because I get such strong feelings and I am not sure why!!!! This is gonna be a whole essay, so you totally do not need to read all of this! 
I honestly do not like Elain! I don’t like her character, I DONT like her and Az together. and I do NOT like the way she treats Lucien. I have talked to my friends about this and I just cannot get over the fact that everyone in the IC treats Elain like a flower. She was def traumatized, but I feel like a lot of the IC (Rhys) shifts blame onto Nesta about how Feyre needed to hunt for their family. Elain didn’t do much to help Feyre, and from what I remember, was extremely close with Nesta before being introduced to the IC. I don’t think she was held accountable like she should have been.
I also think she lacks any character tbh, there is just not enough about her besides she likes gardening and is a see’er (or however you spell it) 
AND, I absolutely HATE that she treats Lucien like SHIT and then puts Azriel on a pedestal. I feel like Lucien has been through so much and I just feel so bad for him, like my heart aches. 
THE EXTRA CHAPTER FROM ACOSF HAD ME FUCKING SICK!!!! I FRL WAS SICK TO MY STOMACH!!! OMG AND I THINK THE SOLSTICE SCENE IN ACOSF HAD ME SICK TOO!!!!! Frl she just brushed Lucien off so easily, BUT THEN in the extra chapter, was thirsting after Azriel so hard. Especially when Lucien was upstairs sleeping or probably upset about Elain rejecting his gift like last solstice!!!
I read this one fanfic that was Lucien speaking to Elain and he goes, “You didn’t even give me the chance,” and idk who wrote it, but I totally agree. 
Maybe I say this out of jealousy, but I truly do not like Elain and Az together. I think Elucien should be endgame, and I think if SJM gave them the chance, they could be really really good together. I personally think that Az and Gwyn are meant to be. 
Anyway, sorry for this essay!!! But I love talking about this and you totally do not need to read this whole thing. Also if you don’t agree with me, that is totally okay!!!! I am just a jealous hoe who wants Az for myself!!!! 
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foxylady13 · 1 month
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Gwynriel Week Day 5: Domestic Life
"A Thing of Secret Lovely Beauty"
Hello everyone! Here's my first contribution to @gwynrielweeksofficial!!
I got in touch with @vmiae back in January to do a Gwynriel piece for me and I gave them the premise of wanting Azriel and Gwyn to be sitting in front of a fire with a little girl that has wings of her own (that weren't clipped) because I knew it would be perfect for today's prompt.
This artwork is the result of that conversation and they completely blew me away with this piece!! Included in this picture are little easter eggs hidden for you all to find and enjoy! 😏
I hope you all love this artwork just as much as I do!! And thank you so much Vmiae for creating this masterpiece!! 🥰❤🥰
*Also, little fun fact if you didn't know already, Vmiae was the first to ever do an art piece of Azriel and Gwyn together so them doing this for me was a dream come true!*
Please feel free to like, comment, and share this with proper credit to the artist and me as the commissioner!
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Artist: Vmiae & Commissioner: Foxylady13 or Bookish_Embers (that's my IG handle where this will be posted to as well)
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mycadences · 3 months
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There are so many things I adore about Gwynriel, but right now I'm particularly loving how Azriel -- the stoic and stony Spymaster of the Night Court -- is repeatedly amused by Gwyn. And you know what they all say about how sharing a similar sense of humor is important for a thriving relationship...
Quotes:
"Az stared after her, brows high with amusement."
"Azriel's lips twitched."
"Azriel couldn't help his soft chuckle."
*Gwyn makes a joke about Nessian being too into each other to conduct training properly.* "Azriel laughed. 'I'll give you that.'"
And the last three were when he "wouldn't go so far as to call Gwyn a friend". Like imagine this: he was already so comfortable with her and found her company entertaining when he didn't consider them friends (since this bonus scene was earlier on in the book). Like -- just their potential!
And of course, the one that everyone knows:
"So he offered her a crooked smile."
AHHHHHHHHH!!! *this is the sound of me screaming until my soul has left this world, btw*
Are they in love right now? OF COURSE NOT! No one, NO ONE is claiming that they are head over heels in love with each other right now. But do I see their relationship developing into eventual love and acceptance of each other? Hell yes!
I find it interesting that Azriel was so self-conscious of his scarred hands around Elain, thinking himself sullied, but around Gwyn he was so completely relaxed that he didn't even think about his hands. He even had to fight back the urge to "open up her wrist and rotate the blade" (which he obviously didn't do out of respect for her personal boundaries). Like he was willing to make physical contact with her to demonstrate how to do the move correctly (and no, not in a skinship or sexual manner, but just pointing out how he could be around Gwyn without hiding himself).
Azriel doesn't need to be fixed.
Gwyn doesn't need to be fixed.
They need acceptance, and I believe they can find that in each other.
I still firmly maintain that Gwynriel is endgame but if the stars misalign and the sun rises from the west, I will still be a Gwynriel shipper. I have shipped non-canon couples in other media before. My love for them burns just as bright nonetheless.
But fear not, Gwynriels, we will get the story the world deserves to know 💖
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When the Lightsinger Calls (I Hear a Symphony)
An Azriel Drabble
Azriel daydreams of his mate -Inspired by ‘I Hear a Symphony’ by Cody Fry
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I used to hear a simple song.
The warm winds of summer blew through the Illyrian mountains as Azriel sat sprawled on a thick branch fifty feet in the air, one leather covered leg dangling as the other stretched across the branch, his back resting against the trunk of an old Oak tree.
Cassian had been butting heads with Devlon for hours. Same shit, different day as they heatedly negotiated new terms for the training of Illyrian females. Devlon, of course, remained as stubborn as an ass. Even after decades of his bullshit, it never failed to chafe Azriel’s nerves that they were under the regime of the most powerful High Lord in Prythian’s history yet had to make nice with stuck-in-their-ways pricks like him. Today in particular had left Azriel feeling less than giving.
Cassian booted Azriel out of negotiations in record time, which admittedly, was likely for the best. Azriel’s dominant stance, deadly gaze, and violent whirling shadows were not best suited for these futile attempts of “sweet talking” Devlon out of his deeply rooted misogyny. If Azriel had his way Truth Teller would do all the talking, but diplomacy unfortunately took precedence.
He may have put up more of a fight when storming out of the Camp Lord’s office had Cassian’s weapon of choice today not had a unique way of toeing that line between diplomacy and force in a way that even Truth Teller could not. No blood spillage necessary, though, Azriel thought with a smirk, the weapon could do just that as well.
The warmth of the suns rays shining through the rustling leaves and the scratch of bark lightly grazing the sensitive membranes of his wings - hitting those spots he could never quite reach - had Azriel drifting off into a light dream state.
As he began to doze, shadows hummed around him, the whistling breeze mixing in with their whirring as they sensed for any incoming threats.
Blending in with their simple song, the creek nearby babbled with the sounds of trickling water, crickets chirped beneath rocks below.
His thoughts became more vivid as his conscience drifted deeper into sleep.
His jaw ticked, wings jerking slightly as he dreamed glimpses of deep red coating his marred skin from the countless souls he’d drawn blood from, lifeless bodies scattered across bloody battlefields, dark cells, the bright flare of roaring fire scalding a child’s hands, his shadows melody becoming broken as they attempted to soothe their master.
The melody became lighter as the flame in his dreams became flashes of light, blurred glimpses of a lovely face appearing in and out of his dreams. A soft laugh intertwined itself with his shadows, the solemn hymn becoming lighter, with vibrant bursts of energy leaving his heart fluttering. More images of the ethereal face flickered through his mind, soft blush dusted cheeks, a radiant white smile, supple fingers tracing the muscles of his chest, plush lips on bare skin, all appearing to the beat of the rising staccato. His lips quirked upward in his sleep as his guard dropped lower and lower and the melody continued growing louder, building into the crescendo of the loveliest symphony he’d heard yet, even in Prythian’s most renowned concert halls.
The music filled Azriel’s entire being, leaving him light as shadow, his flaws forging themselves from ugly into something beautiful, something worthy, as the melody carried his soul toward the light.
Just as his body began to slump out of the tree a sing-song voice brighter than day awoke him. “Careful, Shadowsinger. One might think you’re sleeping on the job.”
He looked down to his beautiful mate, the face his dream had called him to. “My little Lightsinger, did you give Devlon hell?”
She beamed. “Worked a little on him. The girls get seven more hours per week and Cass or I can do spot checks whenever we please. I’ll push for more when we meet again in a few months.”
“That’s my girl.” His eyes shone with the pride filling his chest as he launched out of the tree and swept her off her feet.
“Let’s go home.” She whispered, pressing a kiss to his nose. Azriel only blushed and did just as his lady said, the two falling into companionable silence as her light and his shadow mingled in harmony the entire flight back to Velaris.
And now I hear a symphony.
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sadiegirl2021 · 1 month
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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!
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sunshinebingo · 1 month
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@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 5 - Domestic Life
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Synopsis: Gwyn finds comfort in the arms of Azriel after she has a nightmare.
Word Count: 800
Read on Ao3
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Deep breath in through the nose. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Now out through the mouth. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Deep breath in through the nose. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Out through the mouth. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.
The fog in her mind slowly dissipated. Gwyn heard the faint echoes of Azriel’s voice rising above the pounding of her heart.
Deep breath in. And out. Deep breath in. And out.
She registered his voice guiding her through it before she felt him close to her. She reached out a hand towards where she knew his was waiting, hesitant to touch her lest he made things worse. Azriel knew where her mind had brought her to. There was only one nightmare that could cause Gwyn to scream and beg the way she had been doing a few minutes ago. Her cries had been loud enough to travel through the walls that separated their respective bedrooms in the House of Wind.
Gwyn turned on her side and, with her eyes still closed, grabbed Azriel’s hand with both of hers. The familiar ridges of his scars and his voice reminding her to breathe slowly cleared her head until the phantom touch of rough hands on her body was completely gone.
“You are safe Gwyn,” his deep voice wrapped her and warmed her better than the thin blanket that half covered her.
Azriel brushed away the strands of hair that had escaped her bun and stuck to her sweaty forehead with his free hand before lowering it to her face to wipe away her tears.
“You are in the Night Court, in your bedroom in the House of Wind. You are safe.”
He was right. She wasn’t in that wretched kitchen nor with those monsters anymore. But it wasn’t so much the reminder of the place that she was currently in that reassured her the most. Gwyn couldn’t care less at this moment in what court or what house she was at. What meant the most to her was the person who was now with her. It was those scarred and infinitely gentle hands in hers and caressing her face. It was that voice that had pulled her out of her nightmare. It was his shadows that she knew, even with her eyes still closed, were swirling around her like a shield of darkness. It was that steady and comforting presence that had helped her then, and which was still here for her now.
“Azriel?”
He immediately moved closer at the sound of his name hesitantly coming out of her lips. It pained him to hear the remnants of fear in her voice.
“Can you hold me?” she asked even as she started gliding closer to him.
Azriel would do anything to help her and he obviously would gladly start with that. He pulled his hands away and wrapped his arms around her as he lied down and pulled her closer. Gwyn placed both of her hands on his chest, delighted for the fact that he was shirtless so that she could soak in the warmth radiating from his bare skin.
“Is there anything else I can do?”
She did not need anything else but him holding her. Nothing could make her feel better. Except maybe one thing.
“Hold me tighter,” she said, rubbing her nose on his skin and inhaling his unique scent.
Azriel tightened his arms around her and pulled her even closer.
“Tighter.”
He repeated the gesture. He didn’t stop, squeezing her tighter and tighter until the sound of her giggle pierced a hole in the heaviness that had been hovering in the air.
“Not too tight, Az. I don’t want to run out of air,” she said, her voice slightly muffled from her face being pressed against his chest.
Some of his shadows left the cocoon they had made around them to dance across her neck and shoulder. Azriel chuckled as he loosened a little of his strong hold on her.
The lingering fear from Gwyn’s nightmare vanished with the heavy sigh that she let out once Azriel figured out the perfect way to hold her.
“Just like that. Can you hold me a for moment?”
Azriel kissed the top of her head before resting his own there. “I will hold you for as long as you want me to.”
Gwyn smiled. Her nightmare might have shaken her but it did not matter. She was safe and she was not alone. Nothing could break her. And when she was in the arms of the Shadowsinger, nothing could scare her either.
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ofduskanddreams · 10 months
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pov: azriel has a motorcycle
A moodboard for and inspired by @separatist-apologist and mechanic!Azriel in her Gwynriel fic “The Way You Bend, The Way You Break”
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gwyns · 17 days
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I was randomly going through Reddit, not even ACOTAR related, and saw a comment that said: “Red heads were kissed by fire, I'm into that shit.” 😂💀
Elain 🤝 Azriel 🤝 Jurian = having sexy redheads as lovers
SO. FUCKING. TRUE.
why anyone would want them to not be with a redhead is beyond me. like they're wild and will make their lives exciting and their sex lives so thrilling they'd never want anyone else. i will die on this hill
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haveihitanerve · 1 month
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lets be so fr
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this is 10000% how Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie walk around in the Illyrian camps because they thrive on scaring those bitches and honestly fuck the illyrians
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starryyvenus · 3 months
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lol what if we’re all wrong about azriel’s mate being either Elain or Gwyn or whoever else and it’s actually Fenrys
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redbleedingrose · 1 year
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I’m the anon that asked about Elain and I’m so glad you don’t like her because I just don’t fucking trust her dude 💀💀💀
She’s too soft and I don’t mean feminine I mean like she acts like a child until she gets mad and then boom finally has a spine. I feel like she could totally turn evil 100%
I am gonna be totally honest and say that I think she has a lot of potential to be really good or really bad!!!
Tbh I’m a big Elucien fan and I think that storyline would be so fucking good (slow burn, jealousy, yearning, he falls first and then she falls harder, soulmates to strangers to friends to lovers to soulmates?), and so any hints toward Elriel is a huge turn off for me!
I just think her character has not been developed at all in the past 5 books essentially, and it’s ultimately the way she treats Lucien that really bugs me!
It just feels like she his dragging him along while thirsting after Az?
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ladbug · 9 months
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a court of azriel's questionable choices <3 book 5 sneak peek!
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acourtofthought · 43 minutes
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why do you always get involved with posts that have nothing to do with you? no one cares about your opinion nor do they want to be attacked by some e*ucien gremlin. get a life.
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sadiegirl2021 · 4 months
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Me getting ready to write the dirtiest smut for my fanfic
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sunshinebingo · 4 months
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The Angry Valkyrie
Gwyn is mad at Azriel. What did he do and how will he make up for it?
A Morning at the Berdara Household
Follow Gwyn, Azriel and their twins as they get ready for the day.
At Her Fingertips
Some dirty texts exchanged at the dinner table followed by smut, smut and more smut. - [smut]
Her Jealous Side
Ficlet where Azriel pushes Gwyn to admit that she is jealous.
Tell Me
Gwyn tells Azriel exactly what she wants him to do. - [smut]
Love is a losing game
What others thought was seven minutes in heaven for Azriel and Gwyn turned out to be seven minutes of confrontation about their breakup.
She is gone...
House of Wind gang/Gwynriel drabble - Cassian comes home to a sad Shadowsinger.
Cat and the Doggy
Fluffy ficlet of Gwyn and her daughter.
His Angel of Light
Ficlet of Gwyn and Azriel stargazing.
Good Girl
Gwyn experiences the pleasures of being blindfolded and bound by the Shadowsinger. [smut]
First Day
Gwyn and Azriel watch their twins take a new step in their lives.
Imagine...
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