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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.

Uh-huh, me like very much

Extremely thrilled to finally post my big feast for @gwynrielweeksofficial 🖤 enjoy!!

Commissioned with Artcraawl (here)

Helion: Why is Azriel offering to buy me a pegasus?

Rhys: Nice joke-

*Azriel winnowing into the room*: I'll give you the secrets of your enemies

Rhys: What the fu-?

@gwynrielweeksofficial

I'm listening to the graphic audio of A Court Of Silver Flames and let me tell you that it is not for the weak of heart.

I made the horrible mistake of going in tiktok and checking out the gwynriel tag and--why is there so much hate going on with Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie?

I saw a tiktok that said how stupid it had been for the three of them to win the blood rite instead of the illyrians simply because the girls hadn't trained for as long as the others? There were people saying they hated ACOSF

This is stupid. They won the rite because they had each other, because when they started training, they did it knowing together and they overcame not only physical challenges but mental challenges too.

The three of them are a perfect example of surviving your worst nightmare. It was shown in different ways the kind of trauma a woman can go through and the fact that people are not recognizing just how beautiful that is, is shocking.

I love the valkyries more than I love the inner circle. I love the females they are becoming and I love the fact that their journey to heal became my own journey.

I am the rock against which the surf crashes. Nothing can break me.

Nothing can break us.

@daevastanner

Woman, I just read "We Can Meet Again" and I am certain I will never be able to get married because this was tragically beautiful and I will not be able to settle for anything else.