Even I Want Lucien And I'm Not Part Of ACOTAR

Even I want Lucien and I'm not part of ACOTAR

"Elain doesn't want Lucien"

My sweet summer child.

Everybody in the ACOTAR series wants Lucien.

She's just the one who is most terrified of that realization.

WHAT IF GWYN IS ALSO HELION'S DAUGHTER?

So I was thinking

Well, not thinking, I'm listening to the graphic audio of ACOSF and I'm in the chaper of Nesta hearing Gwyn singing and when she said "A faint glow" I was like 'hold up sis'

We know Helion sleeps around. We know he has one illegitimate son (hot fire sexy Lucien) and we know he-well, he is a play boy, let's not lie.

So, what if the glow in Gwyn when she sings is not because she is a lightsinger but because she is Helion's daughter and has his light power?

We are all expecting for the reveal of Lucien's parentage, and I am honestly waiting to hear more about Gwyn's life before Hybern.

Is this a crazy theory?

And if it's not a theory but a fact, how weird do you think it will be for Azriel and Elain when they find out their mates are actually half siblings?

I'm down for this.

🫖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.

Hold you

Something came over me and I just followed the flow. Enjoy.

Gwyn was not okay.

That was the first thing Azriel realized as he saw her doing her swift elegant movements with the daggers in her hands. Her steps were light and her posture perfect but there was something that seemed broken in her.

Every move was powerful enough, as if she were cutting through her nightmares.

So he stepped on the ring, and stared at her until her eyes focused on him.

Slowly, he took out truth teller and started moving it the same way she had been until a few seconds ago. And together, they started a dance with daggers.

Azriel moved with her, feeling as if a weight were being lifted from both of them. Silence flooded his brain, his shadows dancing around them both.

He moved to the left and twisted around her as she did a perfect slice so close to him the dagger almost cut him, but he trusted her and trusted that if she had to cut him into a thousand pieces to be able to find peace, he would let himself be cut until her light came back.

A ragged breath came out of her mouth, barely a sound but it shook his soul. He felt the need to hold her, but he would not touch her, not until the shadows left her eyes or until the nightmares ran away.

He would allow himself to stay standing until her feet stopped moving and if it took a hundred years then he would stay there all the time just so she could know that she was not alone, that she would never be alone, that he understood.

All the nightmares and fears, if he could, he would kill them and tear them out of her beautiful mind but until he could do that, he would stay there and hold her in the small ways he could.

Silver lined her eyes, and he felt his throat closing in agony at the pain he could see there. He wished he could take it all away, wished he could prevent all the pain.

He wished she hadn't been broken or damaged, he wished he could be able to turn back time to before she had been so hurt it had left a shadow in a thousand dimensions.

It was too late now to avoid it, so he would hold her.

If she laughed, if she cried, if she smiled, if she screamed, if she decided to tear the world down to the last of its pieces he would let her do it; if he had to challenge the gods to let her have a second of peace, he would do it. He would tear the heavens and stop the thunder if it meant stopping her pain, he would stop the ocean or block the sun if it brought her happiness, he would find her over and over again and hold her until his last breath and then beyond that.

He would move with her every step of the way if she allowed him to, he would hunt down her nightmares and become their nightmare, he would move earth and sea to see her happy and bring her peace.

He would burn castles and bring down kings for her, he would allow himself to be brought to his knees at the sound of his name on her lips.

Their pace increased, and so did the beating of his heart.

She was wonderful. Fire and light, thunders and hurricane, she was the smell of the rain and the comfort of books, she was the shadows that had found him a hundred years ago, she was the bird that had landed on the small window of his room when he was a child, she was the air that touched his face the first time he took the air.

The mother could put him in another timeline but he would fight time and galaxies to see her and make sure she was safe. He would love her with his life and then love her in his death.

She would be his beacon of fire on the darkest nights. He would move towards life because of her, because of her smile.

Her dagger was at his wrist and he moved with her, their eyes on each other while they shared the same breath.

He could die, he decided, he could die and his only regret would have been not having enough time with her.

Their movements stopped, their eyes on each other, their breaths one and the same.

That's how the bond snapped for them

AND HERE IS ANOTHER ARGUMENT OF WHY ELRIEL IS NOT HAPPENING

A Court of Silver Flames, page 480 "Elian in black was ridiculous. Yes, she was beautiful, but the colour of her long-sleeved, modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her, rather than the other way around...He'd never once in the two years he'd known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court...it sucked the life from her"

Let's examine this wonderful passage:

Elain looks like she is dying in black. It's written here, by SJM herself, so don't come at me for this.

Cassian said "No matter how much she claimed to be part of this court", she claimed to be, he never said she was part of this court. She is the one claiming to be.

Then, her modest gown. I don't have anything about Elain or her modest gown, I'm just saying that the whole pourpose of the IC is to give people a heart attack when they show up magnificent and showing skin. Elain is not fitted to do that (but I don't doubt that if she were to wear a revealing outfit, she'd look awesome)

Black does not suit Elain. She need sunshine- yes, sunshine. And yes, there is sunshine in the night court but she doesn't fit there. Everybody says it.

What are shadows? black, part of the night. What is Azriel? An Illyrian, part of the night court, a shadow singer, a FREAKING KING (In my mind, if somebody becomes high king, it should be Azriel).

Now, let's imagine Azriel is like "Okay, screw Elain's mating bond, I'll just stay with her" and then let's say, for arguments sake, that Elain decides the night court is not for her and they have to go somewhere else.

Imagine Azriel in another court wearing black and surrounded by freaking sunshine and flowers, imagine him leaving Rhys and Cassian and his new found sister Nesta, and the Valkyries. Can you imagine it?

No?

Neither can I.

This is the most wonderful and amazing post I have ever seen,.

gwynriel are mates

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