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gwynrielweeks2023 - day 7 - teal x hazel | those eyes by new west

Cassian glanced over at Az, but his attention was fixed on the young priestess, admiration and quiet encouragement shining from his face. Gwyn whispered, “I am the rock against which the surf crashes.” Nesta straightened at the words, as if they were a prayer and a summons. Gwyn lifted the blade. “Nothing can break me.” [...]

And when Gwyn reached the finish line, bloody and panting and grinning so wildly her teal eyes glowed like a sunlit sea, she only extended her battered hand to Azriel. “Well?” - acosf, ch 60

And you look up and give me those eyes 'Cause all of the small things that you do Are what remind me why I fell for you And when we're apart, and I'm missing you I close my eyes and all I see is you And the small things you do

Something sparked in Azriel's chest, but he only nodded his thanks and left. He could picture it, though, as he ascended the stairs back to the House proper. How Gwyn's teal eyes might light upon seeing the necklace. For whatever reason... he could see it. But Azriel tucked away the thought, consciously erasing the slight smile it brought to his face. Buried the image down deep, where it glowed quietly. - Azriel bonus chapter

gwynriel playlist - @gwynrielweeksofficial

#gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynriel #gwynriel aesthetic #gwyn berdara #azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel playlist #gwyneth berdara #azriel bonus chapter #gwynriel moodboard

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areyoudreaminof · 4 months

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ACOTAR PLAYLIST PROJECT

The ACOTAR Playlist Project is now complete! Thank you for listening! I had a wonderful time making these, and I hope you all discovered new music in the process. I'd love to know which was your favorite! Stay tuned for more playlists in other fandoms.

A Quiet Dreamer: An Elain Archeron Playlist

Master of Herself: A Nesta Archeron Playlist

Stars Eternal: A Feyre Archeron Playlist

Moon on a String: A Lucien Vanserra Playlist

Night Triumphant: A Rhysand Playlist

No Regrets in this Life: A Cassian Playlist

To Hell With a Reputation: A Mor Playlist

Whisper of Darkness: An Azriel Playlist

A Dreamer With No Stars: An Eris Vanserra Playlist

The Rock Against the Surf: A Gwyn Berdara Playlist

Nothing Can Break Me: An Emerie Playlist

Leave Out a Cup For Me: An Amren Playlist

Golden Hour: An Elucien Playlist

and we kissed as though nothing could fall: A Helion x LoA Playlist

Dreams That Answer: A Feysand Week Playlist

This Life and the Next: A Nessian Playlist

Every Second Counts: An Emorie Playlist

Storm Song: A Gwynriel Playlist

King Under Your Control: An Azris Playlist

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octobers-veryown · 4 months

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Here's a small masterlist that I created for you! It will be updated constantly with new content! Enjoy xx

ELUCIEN MOODBOARDS

Elain and Lucien - Postcards from the Courts of Prythian

Elain and Lucien - Modern AU for Elucienweek2023

Elain and Lucien - Travel Prompt for Elucienweek2023

Elain and Lucien - Sunshine Prompt for Elucienweek2023

Modern!Elucien x Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Elucien x The Tortured Poets Department

MISC MOODBOARDS

Azris - Inspired by Howl by iftheshoef1tz

Azris - How Soon Is Now? inspired by what hath night to do with sleep by iftheshoef1tz

Alex Galaxy Stern - Ninth House

Kaz and Inej - Six of Crows

Gwynriel - for My Whole Life is Ruined by SeparatistApologist

LUCIEN VANSERRA - I AM A ROLLING STONE

ZOYA NAZYALENSKY: ALL HAIL THE DRAGON QUEEN

NESSIAN X GASOLINE

ERIS VANSERRA, FUTURE HIGHLORD

PLAYLISTS

Elucien - Your heart beating through the stone

DRAMIONE - I've got nothing left to lose besides you

AZRIEL SHADOWSINGER

POV: You're training with Cassian

Azris - "We were born sick", you heard them say it

DayNight - You remind me that I'm alive.

Nesta Archeron - I'm not a Woman, I am a God

Nessian - The Ultimate Playlist

Bryce and Hunt - Crescent City

Darlington and Alex - Ninth House

Kaz Brekker - The boy with the broken halo

Six of Crows - This motherfucking clique

#octobers-veryown masterlist #acotar edits #elucien #nessian #gwynriel #quinlar #a court of thorns and roses #crescent city #six of crows #ninth house #Tumblr masterlists #acotar moodboard #octobers-veryown #bookish playlists #bookish moodboards #Eris vanserra #Azris

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shardminds · 2 months

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ok lets go gwynriel week fic i decided to start literally 30 minutes ago

#sleep token playlist? on #ao3 user shardmind? hydrated #gwynriel? gwynriel #sorry i will be putting the hurt in hurt comfort

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cresswellslover · 1 year

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[MASTERLIST]

friend me on goodreads <3

One-Shots

Tell Me (Elucien)

Two Broken Souls (Gwynriel)

Moonlit Promise (Gwynriel)

Book Playlists

Aelin and Rowan (Throne of Glass)

Manon and Dorian (Throne of Glass)

Feyre and Rhysand (A Court of Thorns and Roses)

Nesta and Cassian (A Court of Thorns and Roses)

Gwyneth and Azriel (A Court of Thorns and Roses)

Lidia and Ruhn (Crescent City)

Evangeline and Jacks (Once Upon a Broken Heart)

Audrey Rose and Thomas (Stalking Jack the Ripper)

Emilia and Wrath (Kingdom of the Wicked)

Juliette and Roma (These Violent Delights)

Jude and Cardan (The Folk of the Air)

Sarai and Lazlo (Strange the Dreamer)

Tessa and Will (The Infernal Devices)

Cordelia and James (The Last Hours)

Emma and Julian (The Dark Artifices)

Citra and Rowan (Arc of a Scythe)

Lila and Kell (Shades of Magic)

Nina and Matthias (Six of Crows)

Darcy and Lance (Zodiac Academy)

Hermione and Draco (Manacled)

Daisy and Christian (Magnolia Parks)

Book Sorters

Book Couples Sorter

Book Boyfriends Sorter

Book Girlfriends Sorter

Throne of Glass Characters Sorter

Sarah J. Maas Books Sorter

Cora Reilly’s Book Boyfriends Sorter

Rina Kent’s Book Boyfriends Sorter

Taylor Swift Sorters

Debut Sorter

Fearless (Taylor’s Version) Sorter

Speak Now Sorter

Red (Taylor’s Version) Sorter

1989 Sorter

Reputation Sorter

Lover Sorter

Folklore Sorter

Evermore Sorter

Folklore and Evermore Sorter

Midnights Sorter

Taylor Swift Sorter

The Tortured Poets Department Sorter

#cressworth #evajacks #manorian #gwynriel #rowaelin #elucien #wessa #acotar #tog #ccity #ouabh #sjtr #kotw #tvd #tcp #std #tid #tlh #tda #scythe #som #soc #sjm #books #playlists #one shot #sorter

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sweetcarolina-24 · 2 months

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ACOTAR POLY/SHIP FICS

if it says “x reader” its a poly fic, if it doesnt, its just the two characters. (feyre x rhys, nesta x cassian, ect)

main masterlist

❤️‍🔥smut 🖤angst 🩵fluff 🩶series 🤍this song reminds me of them 🤎playlist

🩶Cherry Blossom (ao3 II wattpad)(Feysand x Reader)

🩶A Court Of Thorns and Roses: Sapphic Edition(rewrite of the series with female Rhys) (ao3 || wattpad) ❤️‍🔥Punishment(Feysand x Reader) ❤️‍🔥Caught in Between(Feysand x Reader) ❤️‍🔥Mine 🤎Feysand Playlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Shut Her Up(Gwynriel x Reader)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Pathetic(Nessian x Reader)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥🩵Teatime 🤍Honeymoon

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Somewhere More Private(Emorie x Reader) ❤️‍🔥Desperate(Emorie x Reader) 🤍Seven

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

❤️‍🔥Training(Batboys x Reader) ❤️‍🔥Pure Pleasure(Batboys x Reader)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

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damedechance · 4 months

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seek&destroy

read pt1 on ao3 || listen to the playlist

You're telling me I got to talk with @foundress0fnothing for the past few weeks (my favorite person) and write about Gwynriel (my two favorite idiots)? I have seriously enjoyed getting to know my precious giftee a little bit more during this event and I am so so so excited to finally share part of what I've been working on!!! Em, I hope you know how cherished you are in this little fandom community, and I hope this fic can bring you even just the littlest spark of joy! Love you endlessly, Santa 🌟

Pairing: Gwynriel

Parts: 1 of 5

Rating: Explicit (for eventual smut)

Summary: Those with a link to a realm long gone now live in secret, and Gwyneth Berdara is one of them. After a horrific tragedy rends her life apart, Gwyn finds herself in good company with her fellow Valkyries, a group of vigilantes who work to restore the forgotten relics of a land called 'Prythian.' When Gwyn's work brings her to an illustrious museum, her own world collides with that of the mysterious Shadowsinger--an encounter that leads to her vowing to bring him to his untimely end. [[FOR @acotargiftexchange]]

Read below for all of Chapter One:

CHAPTER ONE

Too. Many. Legs.

There were just too many legs, Gwyn thought, as she stared in open-mouthed horror at the projector screen. Just as she swallowed down a gag at the sight of the ghastly images before her, the presenter gestured passionately towards the slides, his tall frame and abhorrent posture giving the illusion of the rounded shell of a beetle. So uncanny was his resemblance to the subject of his own presentation, the species he’d apparently devoted his entire career to–the cerambycid beetle. Gwyn fought back a shiver. Or a scream of terror.

Not that she wasn’t sympathetic to his cause. A glance at the pamphlet in front of her revealed that he held a PhD in entomology–a degree she knew from personal experience was all but impossible if you didn’t feel truly dedicated to your work. He was probably a sweet old man, she struggled to convince herself. Someone like her, a person so entirely enamored with their subject of study that the less attractive facets of the field were of no consequence. In fact, she admired that sort of devotion.

Still, the clearly impassioned man wasn’t exactly persuading her to actually take up an interest in the study of insects. Gwyn suspected that the sight of those beetles was the primary driving force in that decision. Especially since she still couldn’t keep her eyes open for more than five minutes at a time, and was currently squeezing them shut as she counted out her deep, steadying breaths. Just a few moments of relief from the images on the screen was all she needed.

When she opened her eyes again, the presenter had switched to the next slide, which revealed a close-up view of the beetle’s segmented underbelly. Heaving, Gwyn bit down on her tongue as she felt the blood drain from her face. To distract herself from the urge to evacuate the contents of her stomach, Gwyn allowed her eyes to drift aimlessly about the room.

For not the first time, she was grateful that she’d been able to secure a seat for herself in the back of the auditorium. The badge hanging from the bright red lanyard across her neck proclaimed her a professor of entomology at the Dunmere College of Arts and Sciences, but she imagined that if any of the other conference attendees saw how green her face was, that title would prove itself somewhat implausible.

If nothing else, Gwyn needed to be sure that her act was flawless tonight. By the end of the Annual Entomology Society Conference, she wanted to have every single person in this room reasonably convinced that she was an ardent scholar of…bugs. Or, at the very least, she needed to not raise anyone’s suspicions to the contrary.

Perhaps if she simply kept sitting in the back, then.

Sighing quietly, Gwyn shifted down in her seat and allowed her legs to spread out in front of her. If she were to be stuck here, listening to the keynote speaker for the next–she checked the clock hanging above the door–five minutes, she should at least get comfortable. She crossed her arms over her chest, fingers tapping impatiently across her biceps, and stared unseeingly at the screen.

The minutes passed excruciatingly slowly. More legs, more antennae, more larvae, and by the end of the time Gwyn was biting on the insides of her cheeks to prevent herself from screaming in abject horror at each new, impossibly grotesque image. Until finally, the presenter reached the end of his slides, and only a blank screen appeared above his head.

“Right,” the bug doctor said. He pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose, and began shuffling his papers over the podium. “Thank you all for such a thrilling discussion of cerambycid communities and their impact as an invasive species.”

Thrilling. Gwyn snorted to herself, and when more than a few heads turned in her direction, she quickly masked it as a sneeze.

“I will be available for a Q&A session later this afternoon,” the presenter continued, his finger prodding one of the papers on the top of his stack, as if pointing to a time. “Until then, I suggest perusing the rest of the museum for the insect nursery, where I am told some cerambycid beetle larvae are on display. Do take note of the well-progressed sclerotisation of the mouth parts, and if you find yourself peckish, I hear the cafe has an excellent gelato stand.”

That the presenter could possibly utter the words sclerotisation and gelato in the same sentence only served to confirm for Gwyn that she needed to get out of that room as soon as possible. Eagerly standing up, she shoved her notebook full of fake notes into her bag, and began to walk down the auditorium steps with the rest of the meager audience. Entomology was not a popular field apparently, and Gwyn could hazard a guess as to why.

As she approached the stage where the bug doctor still stood at the podium, politely accepting words of praise from some of the other attendees, Gwyn thought she hear the words antennal sockets and low tubercles, and immediately quickened her pace, slipping past others to ensure that she was towards the middle of the pack, instead of at the very end.

Sighing in relief as soon as she stepped out of the auditorium and into one of the connecting halls outside of the exhibits, Gwyn followed the flow of the crowd. She slipped her phone out of her pocket, pretending to be texting so that none of the bug enthusiasts would attempt to engage her in some conversation about pupation. Only looking up occasionally from her notes app where she just repeatedly typed the words ew ew ew, Gwyn nearly yelped when she heard a voice in her ear.

“You missed your turn,” Emerie said, her voice slightly crackling through the earpiece hidden behind Gwyn’s hair.

She cleared her notes app, quickly typing the words, I know. And Sorry.

A tinny sigh in her ear. “That’s okay, just don’t attract attention. Pretend to look interested in the exhibit.”

Gwyn locked her phone, slipping it back into her bag as she lifted her head. Immediately regretting the action, once she came face to face with hundred of wiggling, nasty looking larvae.

This time, Gwyn couldn’t hold back her yelp, though she did manage to close her mouth in time to capture the sound, so that it didn’t disrupt the group of people that had gathered to marvel at the nasty little things. Pointing out some fascinating detail of another, as they crowded around the glass window into the bug nursery. In hindsight, Gwyn really should have expected that following the crowd of conference attendees would have led her here.

Carefully controlling her breathing rate so that she wouldn’t alert the others, Gwyn took several steps backwards from the case before turning and walking in the direction of the entrance to the next exhibit. One glance around the room revealed to her that the rest of the entomologists were already deeply engrossed with the contents of the many cases around them, and so Gwyn was able to easily slip out of the room without attracting notice.

The adjoining exhibit, a hall of various bones and skeletons, was relatively less crowded, and Gwyn was just as easily able to weave her way in and out of the gathered bodies. She allowed her head to swivel around, if only to appear as any other mildly interested patron, but stayed resolute in her path towards the exhibit that she’d originally missed.

“Slow down,” Emerie hissed in her ear. “Or at least pretend to be looking for the bathroom.”

Gwyn huffed, shoulders sagging as she forced herself to slow down somewhere in the middle of the ocean exhibit. Above her, the lights illuminated the room in slowly shifting shades of blue, casting the impression of walking along the ocean floor. She ran a hand over her face, and continued walking at a much more deliberate pace.

Admittedly, the museum was rather impressive and on any other day, Gwyn would have been among all of the other patrons, staring wide-eyed at the displays and devotedly reading each and every plaque.

But she wasn’t here to admire the museum. The entomology conference had only been an excuse for Gwyn to come to the Helion Museum of Natural History. If she had simply attended as a regular patron, without a purpose for ambling through the halls other than pure entertainment, she wouldn’t have been granted a keycard that allowed her access to some of the more restricted sections of the museum.

She’d already taken advantage of that privilege the previous day, when she and the other conference attendees took a tour of the research wings, where the archivists and conservationists worked. Their guide had taken them through room upon room of lovingly organized samples stacked in neat rows upon the shelves or spread across tables as researchers gently worked to clean and preserve them. The ultimate purpose of the tour had been to view the yet unveiling showing of moths as the archivists carefully pinned and labeled them, but Gwyn had conveniently slipped out under the guise of a bathroom break before that ever happened. That night, she returned home to Nesta and Emerie with a neatly drawn map of nearly the entire research wing.

Now, as Gwyn ambled through the ocean exhibit, the brilliant displays of coral and skeletons of various sea creatures rose up around her. She walked slowly, arms crossed over her badge so that anyone passing her wouldn’t note that she’d wandered off from the rest of the entomologists. Emerie gently murmured her approval in Gwyn’s ear, just as she crossed the threshold into the next exhibit, a sign above it advertising the Space and Astronomy hall.

The entrance was a long, dark tunnel with white swirling lights on the rounded ceilings and walls. Not resembling stars, but instead pulsing from one end to another like a portal. Gwyn was the only one walking through it, and belatedly she realized that this was a relatively slow day and hour for the museum. She hadn’t seen many other patrons, except for the rest of the bug crew, and as she walked out of the tunnel and into the dimly lit chamber that was the space exhibit, she realized that she was the only one there, save for the security guard currently leaning against a wall and staring at the toe of his boot.

Gwyn adjusted her glasses, slowly winding around case after case of space memorabilia. Some artifacts collected from the surface of the moon, and hundreds of chunks of rock from meteorites that had crashed to earth. She paused at a few signs for good measure, but her gaze was drawn to the ceiling above, which was a careful recreation of the constellations in the night sky.

As she made her way to the end of the hall, Gwyn nearly tripped over a small pedestal that appeared to rise up out of nowhere. She stumbled back, staring dumbfounded at the small, square case that shone more brightly than any of the others in the entire museum thus far.

Just a small, glass box atop a narrow pedestal at the center of the corridor, right before the entrance to the next exhibit. And she was so close, Emerie was murmuring in her ear a list of reminders of what to take note of as soon as she entered the next room–but Gwyn couldn’t resist. That one lone box, that felt like it had been waiting for her.

Slowly, she approached, carefully leaning over the glass case to observe the contents, only to see that it was a single glass tube, stoppered at the end with a metal cap.

Gwyn sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as if letting it out would disturb the little granules safely behind several layers of glass. She admired it, this fine powdery substance within the tube that almost looked like glitter, it was so reflective. She didn’t know what it was, only that it was beautiful, catching the light in this oddly mesmerizing way, and there was so little of it. A pinch, really.

Her eyes flashed to the small sign below the display, and read the label: Presolar Grains.

Lips parted in awe, Gwyn looked back to the small tube, and recognized the particles inside as actual stardust. The dust from stars formed billions of years ago, before the sun even existed. She reached out, her five fingers spread across the glass as she crouched to get on eye level with it.

How something so outstanding could be kept in a place as unassuming as this–just perched on a small pedestal in a vacant section of the museum–was a wonder to her. There should have been hundreds of people crowding around this very case, craning their necks for a chance to see it, this evidence that something had existed before the sun.

“What is it?”

Gwyn jumped as soon as the voice sounded behind her, whirling around with her arm out in front of her with the impulse to shove the person away. With Emerie berating her in her ear, Gwyn managed to suppress her instincts just in time, her eyes widening as they trailed up a man’s chest to his face.

She was met with easily the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. Like molten bronze, these fluent pools of amber and hints of green, and she staggered back, catching herself with a hand atop the case behind her.

“Careful,” the man said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he took half a step forward. Either to catch her, or peel her hand off the case, she couldn’t tell. “The guards might think you’re trying to steal something.”

Gwyn tore her hand off the case as if she’d been burned, hastily stepping aside to put as much distance between herself and the display as she could. She had the strangest feeling, that his eyes had tunneled straight through her, and could somehow see her true intentions as if they’d been written out just as plainly as any other sign in the museum–there was no other reason. He knew why she was there.

But as her heart hammered in her chest at the prospect of her cover being blown, the man only gave her a small smile, really just a fleeting jump at the corner of his mouth, before stepping forward and leaning over the case.

“What are you doing?” Emerie was screeching in her ear. “Leave, geology is in the next room.”

But so perplexed was Gwyn by the man in front of her, that she felt rooted to the spot. Her head cocked slightly to the side as she studied him. How he silently mouthed the words as he read them on the sign, how the slight hook of his nose caught the light emanating from the case, sending an elongated shadow across his face, carving out his cheekbone. Those eyes that were framed by long arching eyelashes and hair that was so dark it seemed to absorb and devour all of the light.

Something about him bothered her.

Suddenly, his head turned, an amused smile already melting over his face as he looked at her. Gwyn jumped, eyes going wide as she pretended like she’d been doing anything other than assessing him. But the man straightened, stepping away from the case to stand slightly in front of her.

“What’s your name?” he asked, his eyes slowly traveling down to the badge around her neck before she could answer.

Gwyn hurried to cover it with a hand, some deeply ingrained instinct of self preservation telling her that she couldn’t trust him despite his friendly smile or Emerie’s pleas for her to just act normal.

He lifted a brow at her, his gaze snapping back to her face.

“Is it a secret?” he said.

“Diana,” she blurted, forcing her hand to lift away from the badge. “Diana Bishop.”

He simply stared at her for a moment, before letting out a short, caustic laugh.

“Okay.”

Gwyn narrowed her eyes, her hands turning into fists as she studied him. Gorgeous face aside, he looked absolutely normal. Black shirt tucked into immaculately pressed and tailored trousers. Stylish, attractive even–but decidedly normal.

Why, then, couldn’t she smother the feeling that he knew all of her deepest and darkest secrets?

“What was that?” she asked, flinching slightly when her voice came out slightly more accusatory than she supposed it should have. She could at least keep up the appearance that she didn’t suspect him of anything.

“Just let it go,” Emerie hissed in her ear. “Apologize and walk away.”

Apologize. For being her best friend, Emerie apparently didn’t know her at all, because instead of walking out, Gwyn took a step forward, invading the man’s space, crossing her arms over her chest so that they bumped against him. And when she looked up to his face, where she expected to see reproach, instead she saw eagerness.

“Nothing,” he practically purred. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Diana.”

Gwyn frowned, her eyes roving over his face for any sort of tell. Reason told her that he couldn’t have been like her. He was tall, and built like a damn soldier with those broad shoulders and muscles pulling the fabric of his shirt taut over his chest, but there was no way he was dangerous. He had to be normal.

And then there was that gut feeling. Like electricity arcing over her skin, sirens blaring in her ears. He had come out of nowhere.

“And what’s your name?” Gwyn said derisively.

“Fine,” Emerie sighed, resigned, into her ear. “If you won’t listen to me, fine, but when Nesta comes back–”

Irritated, Gwyn jerkily tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, hooking her finger into the clear cord of her earpiece and tucking the entire thing into her palm in one movement so that he couldn’t see.

“Azriel,” he said, reaching his hand out. She noticed scars running up the lengths of his fingers towards his wrist, and she stared at the nearly mesmerizing patterns for far too long before she realized that she was meant to shake it, and she still had the earpiece in her palm.

“I have to go,” Gwyn said slowly, backing away and angling her body towards the entrance to the next exhibit.

She put Azriel at her back as she paced towards the short corridor leading to the gems and minerals exhibit, her steps quickening as she passed by the security guard she’d spotted earlier.

Azriel wouldn’t follow her, she assured herself as she crossed into the gems and minerals exhibit, where there were countless glittering gems winking at her beneath the lights. He wouldn’t follow her, because she had been so off putting and strange, he wouldn’t deem her worthy of the effort.

Placated for now, Gwyn adjusted her glasses over her nose, and swiveled her head about the room so that the camera hidden in the frames could capture the overall layout of the exhibit. It was a rushed job, not nearly as meticulous as it would have been if she wasn’t so paranoid that Azriel would jump out of nowhere with twenty armed guards ready to escort her to some secret dungeon in an underground government bunker.

Been there, done that.

She considered popping her earpiece back in, but just as she rounded the first display case at the center of the hall, a mother and child came bounding down the aisle, stopping right next to her to admire a row of amethyst.

She backed up, allowing the little boy some space, and was about to continue her walk around the rest of the room, when she ran into something hard, all of the air whooshing out of her lungs.

“Ugh,” Gwyn grunted, as hands wrapped around her upper arms and steadied her.

“Sorry,” the same voice from before said, helping her to turn around. Of course he’d followed her. She’d been off putting and strange, and he was definitely not normal.

Gwyn glared up at him, all pretenses of being some bookish bug enthusiast easily forgotten. He had found her out, she was sure of it, and she now dedicated all of her efforts towards thinking of a way to get rid of him. Collecting footage of the display cases so Emerie could catalog the contents for later was secondary, because clearly he was a threat to the mission.

Belatedly, she wished she hadn’t taken out the earpiece.

“What do you want?” Gwyn said, a hushed whisper so that the family behind her wouldn’t pick up on the thinly veiled hostility.

Azriel furrowed his brows. So he was going to pretend to be confused, then.

“You left in a hurry,” he explained. “I thought you might be in some sort of trouble, so I came to ask if you needed help. I didn’t mean to run into you.”

Gwyn scoffed. “Yeah, sure. Look, I really should be getting back.”

He hummed thoughtfully, his eyes drifting down to her badge again.

“To the… bugs?”

“Screw you,” Gwyn blurted.

She whirled away, stalking down the aisle as the mother gasped and clapped her hands over her son’s ears. Gwyn didn’t even bother with trying to capture more footage. Her cover was blown, and all she needed to do now was lose her tail without attracting anymore attention.

Unfortunately, that also meant it was rather easy for her pursuer to catch up to her.

She supposed she could kill him, if it came down to it.

“Did I insult your profession somehow?” He asked, jogging up beside her. “Was I not supposed to call them bugs?”

He came in front of her, trying to capture her gaze, which forced her to halt right beside a large tower of some type of quartz. She knew, not because she bothered to look at it, but because the reflection of it glimmered in his eyes.

“Get out of the way,” Gwyn said through her teeth as she rolled the earpiece within her palm. She glanced around him, eyes noting the camera wedged up against the ceiling. Murder was out, then.

He only smirked down at her, and just the sight of that gentle arch of his mouth was enough to convince her that he was privy to her homicidal intent, somehow. Any normal person would have walked away by now. He was staring her down like an adversary.

“Sure,” he said easily, stepping out of her way, and then waiting. Like he expected her to walk with him. “Maybe you could show me around? I had a bug phase as a kid, you know.”

Gwyn pushed ahead for the exit, struggling to ignore him as he easily matched her pace. If she could just lead him into an empty stairwell, she would be able to lose him. Knock him unconscious, and then leave him there for some poor museum employee to find. She could do it.

She tried to ignore him, and failed because then he started rambling about egg sacs, and Gwyn couldn’t take it anymore.

“Shut up,” she said. On an impulse, she grabbed his arm and pulled him with her towards a door marked Staff Only in a secluded vestibule off of the gem and mineral exhibit.

As the door clicked shut behind them, Gwyn immediately regretted her decision. Chest heaving, she looked around to see that she’d brought them into a storage room. Small, but not as tight as a closet, even with the towering stacks of clearly labeled bins around them. There were no windows, and the only lights were the strips of LEDs along the floor marking the narrow aisles.

“Diana,” Azriel said slowly, letting out a low breath as he glanced around the room. “This is all very flattering, but are you sure you want to do this here?”

“What?” Gwyn shrieked, her hands balling into fists. She backed up towards the door, where she thought she saw a broom, and considered using it to knock him out.

He was crowding her, slowly walking into her until her shoulders pressed against the door. She had been so sure, before bringing him in here, that he wanted to capture her, and with each vanishing inch between them, her mind was thrown into further disarray.

She had to get rid of him.

“I’ll admit,” he said, “There’s clearly something between us.”

Gwyn shook her head, trying to order her thoughts before she looked back up at him. “What are you talking about?”

“But don’t you think it’s a bit too soon for clandestine meetings in dark rooms?” he said.

His hands came up on either side of her head to cage her in. He leaned down, leveling her stare with one of his own, and she watched as his gaze drifted to her mouth.

“What were you thinking we would do?” he murmured. “When you led me in here?”

“Don’t play with me,” Gwyn said, her pulse thrumming in her ears. She reached out a hand, groping for the door handle.

“No?” he said, face angling to the side. Like he might try to kiss her, and the thought of it was no more terrifying than her realization that she wouldn’t have minded it.

And again, like he could hear every one of his thoughts, his mouth curved into a smile.

“Then what should I do with you?” he asked.

“Look,” Gwyn said, her fingers finally landing on the handle. She pressed herself flush against the door as he stepped closer, so that his chest wouldn’t brush against hers. “Just let me go, and I promise–”

“Let you go?” Azriel murmured, smirking at her.

“Yes,” Gwyn said flatly. She stared resolutely back at him, unwilling to allow him to see even a shred of nervousness. She could do this. She could knock him down right now, if she wanted.

So why wasn’t she?

“Let you go,” he repeated, humming as if he was turning the idea over in his mind. Considering it. His face dipped to the side, his lips somewhere near her ear when he whispered, “Why? Have you done something you shouldn’t have?”

Gwyn’s mouth fell open, her eyes roving restlessly up and down the side of his face as she tried to reconcile the part of her that desperately wanted to see him lying across the floor as she smacked him repeatedly with the broom handle–with the part of her that wanted to see him lying across the floor as she crawled over him and pressed her tongue to his neck.

Her fingers slipped off of the door handle, and were reaching for his shirt collar to do something, when the door suddenly opened behind her, knocking her into his arms. She scrambled for a moment, her hands peeling his off of her waist as he tried to steady her.

Above them, the overhead light flashed on, and she squinted against the harsh light as she turned to face the person who had walked in.

“What are you doing in here?” one of the security guards frowned at them.

Gwyn’s mouth opened and closed, struggling to come up with a reasonable excuse as Azriel scrubbed his hand over his mouth beside her, trying to hide a grin. She had just landed on I got lost, when the security guard groaned, stepping to the side to let them pass.

“They don’t pay me enough to deal with this,” he muttered to himself. He looked up at the ceiling, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’d think adults would behave with some decency.”

Gwyn glared at the security guard, brushing past him and out the door. She expected Azriel to be right behind her, but once she’d gotten over her indignation at having someone assume she’d been doing indecent things with him in public, she turned to look behind her.

Only to see the back of his head.

He was going in the opposite direction.

Stunned, Gwyn tore the lanyard off over her head and chucked it into the nearest trash can. She headed straight for the main staircase at the end of the vestibule, where she knew she could reach the museum atrium and eventually the exit. She needed to get out of there, needed to get lost in a crowd so she could rid herself of the feeling of being watched.

He had let her go.

It didn’t make sense, Gwyn thought as she hurried down the steps. He’d clearly been onto her, had clearly recognized that she was up to something. Any reasonable person wouldn’t have let her go, especially not if she had been his target in the first place. Gwyn wouldn’t have let him go, if the roles were reversed, and if she wasn’t so concerned with getting out of the damn building, she would have been right on his heels.

There was something wrong, Gwyn knew. And she would have to head back to Emerie and Nesta and tell them.

Tell them they needed to call this mission off.

#acotar secret santa #acotar gift exchange 2023 #gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel x gwyn #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #modern au #museum heist #enemies to lovers #meet ugly

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gwynrielweeksofficial · 25 days

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art by @lib-arts

Gwynriel Weeks is now officially over (late submissions are no longer accepted either) and we wanted to take this moment to thank everyone who participated whether that was through writing a fic, drawing art, commissioning art, creating a moodbaord or playlist, or even just through interacting with the posts!

It was so nice to see the Gwynriel community come together these past few weeks and we cannot show enough gratitude for the amazing positive energy that has been circulating.

See you all in 2025 (and hopefully with a book announcement too👀)

Portuguese Translation:

As Semanas Gwynriel terminaram oficialmente (inscrições atrasadas também não são mais aceitas) e queríamos aproveitar este momento para agradecer a todos que participaram, seja escrevendo uma fic, desenhando arte, encomendando arte, criando um moodbaord ou playlist, ou mesmo apenas interagindo com as postagens!

Foi tão bom ver a comunidade Gwynriel unida nas últimas semanas e não podemos demonstrar gratidão suficiente pela incrível energia positiva que tem circulado.

Vejo todos vocês em 2025 (e esperamos que com o anúncio de um livro também👀)

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

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shadowriel · 6 months

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For Research Purposes Only

STEMinist Gwynriel is back (and better than ever)! Writing them again feels like coming back home, and I can’t wait for those following this journey to read what’s next.

Summary: Gwyn has been mutual friends with Azriel for almost a year, yet they've only ever shared stolen glances and minimal conversation. With a wedding around the corner, the two rope themselves into a fake relationship and agree to be each other's dates. Set across a backdrop of wedding shenanigans and grad school work, Gwyn finds herself wanting more. But Azriel can't possibly be falling for her - right?

Chapter 38 - Penny for Your Thoughts

Read here on AO3 (or start from Chapter 1)

Read a snippet below:

Gwyn had always found solace in music — in the sensual hum of violins, in singing. Even now, as she finished her work, a familiar song played softly from the speakers of her laptop, filling the empty space of her lab, replacing the constant chatter and whirring machines that sounded during the day.

She almost couldn't recall how much time had passed, only that it felt like mere seconds since all her lab mates had left for the evening. In all that time, her playlist looped from song to song, controlled breaths moving past Gwyn’s lips as she sang. Until the sun dipped low in the sky, and she found herself done with each task on her mental to-do list.

Except one.

Hurried steps led her up the stairwell on the far side of the building, the pattering of her movements echoing in the stark silence now that she’d left her laptop behind. She’d been up to the fifth floor countless times before — to attend meetings, to borrow reagents, to poke her nose in Azriel’s business — so the route was familiar as she walked past empty work stations and computers shut down for the night.

She wasn’t surprised to find Azriel cloaked in semi-darkness. Only the faint blue-light of his computer screen painted his features as he sat at his desk, his body half-turned from her in a way that emphasized the broadness of his shoulders, the curve of his lips, the prominent shape of his nose. His fingers tracked along his keyboard as he typed, the movement almost as fast as Gwyn’s rapidly beating heart.

Wordlessly, as if pulled in by gravity, she moved towards him. One step, then another, until she found herself leaning down and reaching her arms around Azriel. She hugged him close against her and rested her cheek against his shoulder.

His only reaction was a slow inhale, the fluttering of his eyes shut as he settled back against her. All Gwyn could do was stare at the soft glow of his bronze skin, the way he seemed so comfortable in her arms that she could almost picture it — them together, day after day, right here like this.

The thought made her wrap her arms more tightly around him.

Taglist (please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed): @headcanonheadcase @foundress0fnothing @sv0430 @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @trashforazriel @sunshinebingo

#gwynriel #gwynriel fanfiction #acotar fanfiction #gwynriel supremacy #azriel #gwyn berdara #acotar #gwyneth berdara #au gwynriel #modern gwynriel #gwynriel fanfic #for research purposes only

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tato-acm · 1 year

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gwynrielweeks2023: blue stones | Invoking Stone + Illyrian Siphons

#gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynriel #gwynriel aesthetic #teal x cobalt #gwynriel playlist

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areyoudreaminof · 4 months

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Storm Song: A Gwynriel Playlist

I didn't forget the Gwynriel! How could I?

Given that I'm 99.9% certain these two are getting the next book, I wanted to make a playlist that captures these two finding one another. That inevitable pull and chemistry they have is exciting. They've got trauma that each can understand in a way no one else can.

Listen Here! and tracklist behind the cut!

This one goes out to all of my Gwynriel girlies. @bookofmirth @bearbluebooks @c-e-d-dreamer @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @corcracrow @damedechance @foundress0fnothing @gwyns @gaeleria @itsthedoodle @melting-houses-of-gold @moodymelanist @popjunkie42 @reverie-tales @asnowfern @reverie-tales @sonics-atelier @thelovelymadone @wilde-knight @the-lonelybarricade @sunshinebingo @vulpes-fennec @velidewrites @witchlingsandwyverns @xtaketwox @yazthebookish @acourtdelaluna @separatist-apologist @talons-and-teeth @octobers-veryown @secret-third-thing @labellefleur-sauvage

Storm Song-Phildel

Send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home Oh, carried on the breeze, you'll never find me gone Oh, faster than the post train, burning like a slow flame on I'll send a storm to capture your heart and bring you home

Blue Blood-Foals

You got blue blood on your hands I know it's my own You came at me in the midnight To show me my soul Of all the people I hoped it'd be you To come and free me, take me away And show me my home

How Do You Do It?-Empress Of

Like a nail in the wood Build this house from nothing Now I stand where I've stood Welling up with something

I feel great, I feel good What a long time coming I forgot that I could Let someone fulfill me

Kids in the Dark-Bat For Lashes

Lying next to you And I wanna live for two I tell you I'm never leaving 'Cause you're always on my mind It's been such a hard time But I know it's the real thing

I Love You More Than You Love Yourself

The past, how thick it grows Shakes up what you didn’t know Proceeding, try a little bit harder, baby You’re indifferent You’re a stranger to what makes you feel good

After Dark-Eliot Sumner

After life the after life I ease the mind with you I need the light the after light to see If you can bear another hour, the after hour awaits To sail away we sail away take an opportunity with me

And stay now, what if I stay now? If I stay here I might lose again

Pegasi-Jesca Hoop

You found a map to my heart It led you to the well You combed out my mane I'll wear your saddle and reins With all these stars at my feet I'll stamp and tap the spring With my rider a mount I feel like spreading my wings Take to the sky like poetry

Mecca-Wild Beasts

We move in fear or we move in desire Now I know how you feel I'm a pilgrim and you're the shrine to All the lovers that loved before us and breathed in this ether Where the body goes the mind will follow soon after

Cuz all we want is to know the vivid moment Yeah how we feel now was felt by the ancients

Into Your Heart-Young Ejecta

Is there any way I can dive into your heart? Ain't there any place I might dive into your heart? On a pebble beach, or maybe a moon of Mars Don't push me away, I can dive into your heart

Tell me I can stay here in your heart (don't go away) Know that I am coming, coming into your heart (don't dance away)

Welcome to Feeling-Sam Beam & Jesca Hoop

Happy Welcome to feeling Calm comes We're sleeping in the sun Deep in the sun (deep in the) Dark in the sun (dark in the) Dark inside the sun (dark in the) Deep in the sun (deep in the) Dark inside of won–(wonderful)–der Full of song (deep in the sun) Dark inside of wonder Full of happiness

Wading Waist High in Water-Fleet Foxes

Soon as I knew you All so wide open Wading inside of fire As if I just saw you Cross Second Avenue Wading in waist-high water And I love you so violent More than maybe I can do

Bright Star-Anais Mitchell

Bright star When I first laid eyes upon you I was filled with such a longing To be with you in the dark Bright star Since I could not fly beside you I would chart my own course by you And I’d sail it by your light

#gwynriel #acotar playlist project #we're coming up to the end of this project #Spotify

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illyrianinvelaris · 6 months

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Making myself a Gwyn playlist with sprinkles of Gwynriel and Valkyrie themes as well 🩵 As a fellow mezzo soprano I’m going feral, it’s about 90% Taylor Swift

#acotar #a court of silver flames #gwynriel #acosf #pro gwynriel #gwyn berdara #pro gwyn #pro nesta #nesta archeron

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aldbooks · 8 months

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Inspired by all the gym bro thirst traps that keep crossing my FYP that remind me of Cassian. Here's a silly little Nessian one shot with a side Gwynriel and Emorie plot (naturally)

This playlist I listened to while writing that Cassian most definitely listens to in the gym

#nessian #gwynriel #cassian x nesta #nesta x cassian

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goddess-in-heaven-and-hell · 1 year

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Gwynriel weeks 2023 - Day 5: A night to remember

Day 5 of the Gwynriel weeks is all about music and this is my little one-shot that came to mind. It’s a bit short and I’m sorry for that, but I hope you like it nevertheless.

@gwynrielweeksoffical

I recommend putting on a random piano playlist in the background :)

Word count: ca. 1900

warnings: none

When Gwyn woke up to the soft, cascading sounds of piano keys, she thought she was back in the opera for just one second. She remembered the glowing golden light, the orchestra and singers, her hand holding Azriel’s as they watched, and listened, intently to the performers. The night had been magical, and Gwyn sang the songs she remembered from the show all the way home, making up the words as she went. Even as she tried to fall asleep, her mind was elsewhere, caught between the seats of the opera house and dreaming.

Now, tucked in the comfort of her bed, she heard it again. The opening song of the show, played in a timid, almost searching manner. The melody was quiet, travelling through several walls and doors before it reached her ear, but she heard it nevertheless.

Her initial reaction was worry. Hearing random melodies in the middle of the night usually wasn’t a good sign, not even for a river nymph. But the rest of the house seemed tranquil, and Azriel’s Shadows surely would have raised alarm if there was anything wrong.

Her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark of the room.

“Azriel?”, Gwyn asked into the quiet, patting her hand on his side of the bed, only to find it empty. That and the lack of answer explained the random piano concert.

Signing, Gwyn got out of her bed, already missing its warmth after taking one step towards the door. Azriel had a habit of playing the piano whenever something bothered him. The ritualistic movement of his fingers comforted him, calmed him, and reminded him of the beauty in the world. He got good at it too, since his job provided him with many opportunities to worry. Maybe he got worrying news tonight and needed to spend some time to sort through his head while playing.

The juxtaposition of it never failed to amaze Gwyn. How he could produce such beautiful melodies, playing the piano with such genuine feeling, while being torn apart on the inside. But something was different tonight. Usually, Azriel would pick melodies he knew by heart. This time, the playing stopped every once in a while, only to continue or go over the same passage again with a little adjustment.

Gwyn’s feet softly padded down the stairs and into the hallway of the first floor, where she now not only followed the melody, but also the candlelight streaming out from the dining room. As quietly as she could, she opened the door and peeked her head inside.

She was met with Azriel’s bare back, sitting serenely on the piano bench. The tattooed muscles covering him moved with the motion of his arms, as if they were dancing to the melody. His Shadows were draped lazily around his shoulders, noticing Gwyn’s arrival but not doing anything about it. They had a silent understanding to never inform Azriel on her whereabouts as long as she wasn’t in danger.

Gwyn smiled to herself, thankful that this gave her the opportunity to watch her mate without interruption. She knew she was a lucky female. Azriel turned heads wherever he went, ever the imposing, confident warrior. Seeing him like this, with his guard down and lost in thought, made him even more special though. His hair was just a bit tousled, like he tried to go to sleep at some point but his demons got the better of him. Every so often, he’d stop his playing to write something on the music sheet, then continue on with the melody.

Gwyn tiptoed in further, growing bold because he hadn’t noticed her immediately. Some Shadows now slithered in her direction, winding around her ankles and dragging her to their master. Did he know she was there? Or did they want her to go to him on their own account?

Azriel continued playing like he didn’t notice his audience, sometimes even humming notes before finding the right keys to build the melody further. He was trying to play the opening song of the opera, a piece that started slow and haunting only to build into a dramatic, fast-paced score.

And suddenly, Gwyn realized. He wasn’t upset. Azriel tried to record the song from memory onto music sheets.

“Are you done lurking? I’d rather you sit and watch from my lap.”, Azriel spoke in a low, bemused voice. His fingers halted their movement and he turned to see Gwyn, frozen in her step and trying to look inconspicuous. Which failed drastically.

“Damn it.”, she said. Azriel flashed her a grin before patting his lap and beckoning her to join him. Her spying skills could use some more work, but anything that gave her the opportunity to get closer to her mate was worth it.

Gwyn made her way to the piano bench, sitting down right on Azriel’s thigh and hugging her arms around his neck so he’d have more room to play. This was her favorite place to be, engulfed in his arms and presence.

With a gentle kiss to her jaw, Azriel said, “I’m sorry I woke you up.”

“It’s alright.”, Gwyn whispered back, “I thought I was back at the opera. Just with way comfier seats.”

The Shadowsinger chuckled lowly, “I was hoping you wouldn’t hear. It was meant to be a surprise. But your nosy mind never rests, does it?”

Gwyn gently swatted his chest at the insult. “Excuse you, Mr. I-know-everything-about-everyone-and-call-it-a-job.”

Before she could go into her arguments for not being nosy, just curious, Azriel had snatched her hand from where it touched his chest and brought it up to his lips to place a gentle kiss on it. All fight immediately left Gwyn’s body and she melted into his side. The male had perfected his strategies on making her calm down. Gwyn didn’t mind as long as she got kisses out of it.

“So, what are you doing this for anyways? I thought I was the fan out of the two of us.”

“I’m trying to record the songs while I still remember them, so I can play them for you whenever you like. Or so you can learn them yourself, if you wanted. But I’m struggling with the opening song.”, Azriel confessed, his fingers indicating the place on the music sheet where he clearly erased the notes a couple of times.

It was such an Azriel thing to do. Working away the whole night just so he could offer Gwyn a little moment of happiness later on. She was touched by his never-ending thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, Az.”, Gwyn turned his head gently with her fingers to place a soft kiss on his lips. “You are the best mate there is.”

Azriel smiled against her mouth before stealing another little peck. “I have to keep up with you, you know?”

Gwyn made the smuggest looking face she could muster in the middle of the night. “I do know, actually. Well done for noticing your flaws and trying to better yourself.”

Her mate just rolled his eyes. “I should stop putting you on a pedestal, it’s not becoming for your ego.”

The both of them smiled at each other for a second before turning their attention back to the problem at hand. The built-in music stand of the piano was already covered in sheet and sheets of Azriel’s tidy notes, little numbers on the bottom of the page indicating their order. It was way too much to be just the opening portion of the opera. “What’s all this Az? Behind the sheet you are on?”

Azriel looked a bit confused for a second, before answering, “That’s the rest of the songs.”

“What do you mean ‘the rest of the songs’?”

Azriel snorted, “The rest of the songs. The opening is the only one I have left to do because it’s so damn difficult.”

Gwyn couldn’t stop her jaw from dropping just a bit. The male had seriously recorded every single song from tonight. It must have taken him from the moment she fell asleep until now. Warmth flooded every inch of her body at the thought.

“Azriel.”, she whispered, hugging him even more closely to express her gratitude.

He understood, knowing every intonation of her voice, every movement of her body so perfectly he felt like they were extensions of his own. So, he just squeezed her tight in answer before turning to the keys once more to play what he already recorded for Gwyn. Since she was extremely musical herself, she might be able to figure out his problem.

His fingers started dancing over the ivory, making patterns and creating the rhythm of the song. He already felt it was easier to play just by having Gwyn in his arms. Even though he tried to keep the volume down, the haunting melody spread through the candle lit dining room and further into the darkness of the house. His Shadows started winding around his arms, wrists and fingers after a while, just enjoying their dance and clearly trying to help in their own way.

When Azriel finally arrived at the difficult part, Gwyn started to hum the melody as she remembered it, sometimes pressing some of the keys herself or recording their progress on the sheet so Az could focus all of his attention on the piano.

After what felt like minutes, but was more like hours, the two of them left the bench. Sheets and sheets of music covered the music stand of the piano and the candles have burned down long ago. Azriel swept Gwyn up in his arms, albeit her weak protests to walk on her own, and carried her up the stairs and back to bed. He hugged her smaller form into his chest and covered both of their bodies with the sheet.

Just when he was certain she fell asleep, he heard a tiny noise.

“Mh?”, was all he answered, not sure if he already dreamed it or not.

But it had been Gwyn.

“I said: I love you, Shadowsinger.”

Her voice was muffled, more like speaking to her pillow than to her mate, but Azriel still felt his heart beat pick up pace and a smile stretching his face. After witnessing Gwyn in the opera, he just had to do something to bring this kind of joy back to her as often as he could. She was literally sitting at the edge of her seat, leaning over the balcony so badly his Shadows screamed at him to hold her back. She drank up everything the actors and singers did: eyes glued to the stage, fingers tapping and body swaying to the livelier melodies, and holding back her tears during the heavy ballads. Azriel couldn’t help watching her. And afterwards, when she talked to him about the plot and characters, he just nodded his head, not remembering any of them. Which is why he struggled so badly with the opening – he simply forgot what happened on stage, his memory prioritizing Gwyn.

Every second of recording the music had been worth it just to see her smile at him like she did before, to have her kiss him and hug him close. He made a mental note to repeat their evening tomorrow again, pulling her on his lap the second they’d be done with dinner.

#gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynriel #gwyn x azriel #Azriel #acotar #gwyneth berdara #i'm so soft for them

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