Once Upon A Time, In Velaris...

Once upon a time, in Velaris...

*Rhys stretching in the morning, his eyes set on the city, his hands on his hips*: How shall I stop Azriel from sleeping with Elain today?

@gwynrielweeksofficial

So, I haven't read HOFAS but I've been spoiled enough to understand what you mean.

I think (in my innocence, please. No hate) that the problem is not Rhys being mad at her but the way he started being mean to her.

Yes, she gave a weapon of mass destruction away without consulting anybody but the way Rhys reacted, or at least based on what I've seen, is way over the top.

I love Rhys a lot, but I must admit that his behaviour with Nesta is just horrible and I don't like it.

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I agree with you a hundred percent but for me Nesta had no redemption arc because she didn't do anything to need a reception arc.

Yes, she allowed Feyre to go out in the forest but we forget she was also a girl.

Yes, she behaved badly with Feyre but then when Fayrw went back to the human realms during ACOTAR, Nesta received her and was a good sister to her.

Yes, she spent a lot of money in taverns but it was because she was falling down a spiral of self-harm.

If anything, the only thing I saw was how Nesta started healing and then fell down and then healed more.

Also v interesting that nesta needed a redemption arc but Cassian - who killed a village - didn’t need redemption, Rhys - who contributed to Amarantha’s 50 years of tyranny - didn’t, or Feyre - who helped destabilise an entire court on the cusp of war, putting countless innocents at risk - didn’t need redemption either

Court of dreams

I will enjoy the fact that this idea came to mind because it's been cooking in my mind for so long and I am ready to write it.

Now, don't get this wrong: I love the inner circle but their behaviour with Nesta has me on edge. This is not a hate for the inner circle, is just my own feelings trying to be incorporated into this small fic.

Also, I'm listening to Jessi and her energy pretty much motivated savage Gwyn. If you wanna know what I mean, then I will put the link for the song I was listening to while I wrote this and I encourage you to listen and read the freaking subtitles.

Enjoy!

Gwyn was listening to the inner circle yell to Nesta for one stupid mistake she had made.

And she had enough.

"Hypocrisy runs quite fast in here." She mumbled, crossing her arms ready to strike.

Every person in the room turned around to look at her, shock in their faces. Nesta shook her head slow but Gwyn ignored her.

"You don't understand how bad this is, Gwyn." Rhysand mumbled, his jaw clenching as he shot an angry look at Nesta.

Gwyn scoffed, looking at the roof for patience. "I understand that every single one of you is ancient but the only one that seems to have some sense of respect is the house we are standing in," A smile formed in her lips. "House that you gifted her after she saved your mate and son."

"Gwyn, you should go back-" Cassian mumbled, taking a step closer to her as if to stop her. Her eyes shifted to him in a clear warning that if he touched her, she would cut his hand.

"You are worse than them," She mumbled, tracing his body with her eyes. "Your mate is being disrespected in front of you and the only thing you can do is stay quiet and allow your High Lord to slander her and assault her."

"I am not assaulting Nesta!" Rhys roared, his face red in anger. "Do not dare to say that."

"Why? You think assault only includes somebody touching your body?" A humourless laugh left her lips. "Your words are assaulting her. She is braver than all of you and I will not stand here any longer listening to how you think she is worthless and a piece of trash. If any of you try to even mention that ever again, I will tear your tongue out of your mouth. You are the court of dreamers but tear down anyone who stands in your way."

Getting up from her chair, her hands shifted the hair on her shoulder and walked to the door.

"I am your high lord, Gwyneth Berdara. You will respect me and my inner circle." Authority rolled on his words, the pressure strong on her body but she just spared him a single glance over her shoulder.

"You are not my High Lord when you are a monster Rhysand. You are just one more afraid male trying to downplay a powerful female." Her gaze went to Azriel who was staring at her with encouragement on his eyes. "Staying silent also counts, shadowsinger."

And she left the room, leaving Rhysand shocked and Nesta smiling.

Azriel stared to where she left and turned to Rhys ready to give one more blow.

"Nesta did the right thing, Rhysand." He mumbled and motioned for Nesta to follow him, "Don't be your father."

You don't ask me anything but I imagine Azriel singing this and I'm on my feels now

I'm off to write a fanfiction of Az singing this and Gwyn catching him, bye

🫖HUSH🫖

my little Gwynriel fic because I am listening to a House of Wind library ambience and it has teleported me to another realm. Just fluff because it's quick but my Valkyries are here and they make me soft. Anyway, enjoy!

Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn were in the library. That had been as much as Azriel's shadows had reported to him before frantically going in the direction of the library. 

With a sight, with Rhys and Cassian behind him, he made his way to the library, fully aware of the quietness that was inside the place. Once he reached the closed doors, he knocked softly and opened the door, ready to go in, but the scene he found froze him in his spot, and a part of him noticed how his brothers stopped and took the scene in. 

For starters, the library had cushions everywhere of every colour with piles and piles of books filling the floor, teapots whistling softly on a small stove, and the three most feared Valkyries spread throughout the place. 

Nesta had found her place on the window, sitting on a cushion so big that it appeared as if it could swallow her. Her feet were tugged in under her, and a frown had been set on her brow as she read the book she was holding between her hands and supporting with her legs, the name of which was impossible for him to see. 

Emerie, on the other hand, was near the bookshelf. Her wings were relaxed, and the smell of floral oils seemed to emanate from her. She had a thick blanket covering her legs, but her feet peeked under it as a soft smile was plastered on her lips. 

When Azriel found Gwyn, he had the urge to laugh out loud. She was on the floor, lying on her back, as an invisible hand kept the book right on top of her. Her feet were moving happily, her hair like a valley of flowers under her hair and pooling on the floor, a soft blush on her cheeks as her lips moved quietly following her reading. 

With astonishment, he noticed how his shadows were moving around her, caressing her skin in subtle ways. Her fingers moved against them as if she could feel them between her hands. 

She looked peaceful. She looked beautiful. She looked safe. 

With his heart on his throat at the sensation of having witnessed something beautiful, he turned to his brothers, motioning for them to keep quiet with a finger on his lips. Both Cassian and Rhys nodded, their eyes soft as they stared at the females, who seemed at peace in their own space, undisturbed and happy in their quietness. 

Reluctantly, they moved out of the room and closed the door quietly behind them to not bother them. 

Azriel took a deep breath, taking in once again the petrichor smell that surrounded Gwyn, and stepped away, knowing she was safe. 

His shadows, however, stayed with her. Making sure she was safe, holding her in the way he secretly wished he could.