I Loved It

I loved it

yeah I think we all cry when THEY died :'(

One of Gwyn's favorite book characters are killed off and Azriel comforts her.

This was my first time writing gwynriel. Ever. I hope I did a decent job. It's only 370 words but here you go.

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Azriel’s shadows were the first to move, darting around wildly, as a pained shriek reached his ears. He wasn’t far behind them, nearly tripping over his own two feet in his haste.

As he rounded the corner he saw the door ajar and slowed before entering the room. His shadows trailed in first and when they didn’t return and report back almost immediately he started to panic. That was until he heard Gwyn’s quiet laughter. He was still on high alert but relaxed minimally at the sound.

Gwyn looked up as he entered the room, a small smile graced her lips. Her eyes were rimmed with red and she occasionally sniffled but he couldn’t tell what had upset her. His shadows danced around her playfully and her eyes trailed their movement.

He settled down next to her without saying anything, their thighs touching. A moment later she laid her head on his shoulder.

“The Thirteen just died.” Gwyn’s eyes filled tears again and she grabbed another tissue. Az noted that there were tissues already covering the coffee table.

“The who?”

“The-” Gwyn cut herself off with a sob. “They should still be alive.” She shoved the tissue into her face, covering her distraught expression.

“It’s okay.” Azriel tried, patting Gwyn’s shoulder awkwardly. “They’re not real.”

“Not real,” She screeched, sobbing. “You don’t know shit, shadowsinger.”

“Alright. Alright. I don’t know shit.” He pulled her closer and she buried her face in chest.

Gently he pried the book from her hands, marking her page before setting it down on the table. Stroking her hair Azriel listened to Gwyn rant about the book, the words a bit muffled.

“Can I do anything?” He asked, pressing a kiss to her hair.

Gwyn sniffled, pulling back and shuffling till she was comfy.

“I need tea, a blanket, and more tissues. I’m finishing this book and I better finish it with a smile.”

Azriel squeezed her shoulder, kissing her quickly. Gwyn smiled into the kiss.

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Gwyn dropped down onto the bed next to Azriel. Her hair was messy, a blanket was wrapped around her shoulder, and her eyes were bloodshot.

She gave him an expressionless look.

“My life is over. This book destroyed my sanity.”

WHY THIS IS SO CUTE OMG I LOVE IT

keep doing this bestie, you're awesome 👌

Azriel is trying to put drunk Gwyn to bed and she starts stripping off in front of him

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okay this is a continuation of the drunk!Gwyn drabble I posted last night where Azriel took her home. He’s about to be head empty no thoughts because we know Gwyn has it going ON

Against his better judgment, Azriel ended up staying in Gwyn’s apartment munch longer he’d planned to.

“Can you help me with my makeup?” she asked. She started stumbling her way into the bathroom and he immediately followed, nervous she might slip and fall.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked patiently. While he waited for her response, he took out his phone and sent a quick text to Cassian to let him know that Gwyn was safe and sound.

“Wipes,” she said, giggling before sitting down on the toilet with a painful-sounding thump. Azriel grabbed her by the arms to stop her from falling in — she hadn’t put the toilet cover down — and lifted her, adjusted the seat, and let her sit down again.

“Careful,” he said. She pouted before pointing out a pack of makeup remover wipes and he realized what she wanted him to do.

He did his best to be gentle as he wiped the remnants of her makeup away, revealing the familiar freckles he liked so much. She giggled the entire time and only stopped when he had to wipe her lipstick away.

“Did you get it all?” Gwyn asked. She tried to stand to check in the mirror but he put a hand on her shoulder to keep her place, knowing that if she got up now she’d definitely run somewhere else in her apartment.

“I did my best,” he replied. He looked down at her and couldn’t help but crack a small smile at how adorable she looked. “Are you going to keep that dress on?”

She looked down at the tight navy dress she was wearing before looking back up at him, a devious glint in her eye. “I need my pajamas!”

Gwyn pushed herself off the toilet and made a run for her closet, barely avoiding slamming into her closed bedroom door. She gave one last look at Azriel before she managed to get in and started bumping around her room.

He sighed deeply before following her and made sure to turn on the light so she could actually see. Her room was filled with books and sheet music, with a keyboard in one corner and a small ukulele on her nightstand. He could hear her opening and shutting drawers in her closet and decided to wait for her to finish, hoping she could manage getting undressed on her own.

That hope was short lived, because she was calling out for him within thirty seconds. “Azriel! I need help!”

He counted to five in an attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart before he made his way into her closet. When he opened the door he saw she already had on Mickey Mouse pajama pants and was just struggling to get her dress over her head.

His throat went dry as he realized how much of her skin he could still see — her stomach, her back, her chest. Thankfully she had on a bra, but it was his favorite color and he knew he’d be thinking about this for at least the rest of the night.

“Help — me — take — this — off,” Gwyn said, panting as she struggled with her dress.

“Hold still,” Azriel replied. He reached out to help her maneuver out of the tight dress, both of them struggling to lift it over her head. At one point she even started jumping to try and get it off, and he apologized every time she made even the slightest noise of frustration.

After almost two minutes, they managed to get it off. Her face was flushed and her hair was incredibly frizzy, but it was off.

“Thank you so much,” she said. She swayed on her feet and he reached out to steady her, but then he remembered she was just in her bra; he pulled his hand away faster than he could blink.

“You’re welcome,” he said quickly. He turned around and walked out of her closet, leaned on the nearest bedroom wall, and debated the merits of banging his head against it.

Gwyneth Berdara was truly going to be the death of him.

After another minute she emerged fully dressed in pajamas with her hair looking slightly less frizzy. She grinned wildly at him before throwing herself facedown onto her bed.

“Can you tuck me in?” she asked, her voice muffled against her pillow.

“Uh…” he trailed off. Of all the things he’d been expecting, it certainly hadn’t been this. But she was so cute there was no way he was going to say no. “Sure.”

He walked over to her bed and reached for her comforter, the material soft in his hands. She sighed contentedly when he pulled it over her body and turned her head to face him.

“Good night, Gwyn,” he said. He resisted the urge to kiss her on the forehead and smooth down her fiery hair.

“Good night, Azriel,” she replied, giggling again. He made to walk away when she spoke again. “I don’t get a goodnight kiss?”

“You’re drunk,” he said, but he leaned down and gave her that forehead kiss he’d thought about only a few moments ago. Her skin was soft and warm underneath his and she pouted as he pulled away.

“I want a real kiss,” she whined. She turned onto her side and tried to grab his shirt with her now-freed arms but he leaned away.

“You’re drunk,” he repeated. He wanted to kiss her more than anything, but he wouldn’t do it like this. “Ask me when you’re not out of your mind.”

“Would you say yes?” she asked, biting her lip.

“Maybe,” he replied. He patted her on the head before actually starting to walk away, knowing if he didn’t leave now she’d try to rope him into any number of shenanigans.

“Sweet dreams,” he said over his shoulder.

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The sound of the Shadowsinger’s heavy breaths plus the splashing from the bathroom echoed throughout the room

Azriel was fucked.

But really, really fucked.

His hands felt sweaty against the cool and soft fabric of his bedsheets, undone after so many times he had shifted his position while he waited for his mate to leave the bathroom and go into bed with him.

They had discovered that they were mates a few weeks ago, and they had agreed to take things easy.

But, the progress that was to occur that night, it overwhelm him

He raised his body, supporting his elbow and extending his muscled neck, trying to see if Gwyn would appear through the doorway.

He still didn’t believe that such a female, that priestess, was his mate.

He still didn’t believe his feelings were reciprocal.

Seeing she wouldn’t show up yet, he flopped onto the bed, running the back of his hand over his eyes, sighing.

Shadows crawled up his scarred fingers, trying to soothe his nerves, but nothing succeeded. He glanced at the time in the clock that sat on his nightstand. She had been in the bath for 30 minutes.

“Has something happened to her?” He asked.

“She will come, Shadowsinger” The shadows reassured him. “She’s as nervous as you”

He stretched the collar of his nightshirt to catch some air in his lungs. He normally slept shirtless and in simple black shorts that left little to imagination, but he supposed his normal clothing would make the priestess uncomfortable, and he didn’t want to be the reason for her discomfort.

He looked down at his hands, scarred and burned.

“You don’t deserve her. You’re just the bastard of an Illyrian lord”. His insecurities told him.

“That’s a lie, Shadowsinger. She loves you, and you’re worthy of her, as much as she is worthy of you” His shadows answered, attacking his own thoughts.

“You’re a blood-thirsty bastard, when she knows all your secrets, she will run away”.

“Attack those thoughts, Shadowsinger, those thoughts are nothing but your insecurities” They fought back.

“I am worthy of her. She loves me and I love her” Azriel thought, closing the insecurities with a padlock and tearing them outside, destroying it.

He sighted, placing a palm in his heart, noticing how his heartbeat was normalizing.

The shadows started to move, heading to the arc of his wings, settling there and calmly observing their master.

Azriel shifted, lying on his stomach, no longer hearing the sound of his mate splashing in the tub.

It had all started when Gwyn appeared in the training ring, while he was performing his night stretches.

Apparently, she hadn’t been able to sleep and had grown tired of reading the book she, Nesta and Emerie had started to criticize it, and had headed to the training ring to perform dagger exercises, finding Azriel there.

They had started doing combinations of lunges and dagger blocks and when they were both satisfied, thay headed to their room, hand in hand.

She had gone downstairs to the priestesses’ rooms for a moment, looking for a nightgown to sleep in, while he took a quick shower, wiping all the sweat from his body.

When he came out of the bathroom, dressed in his pajamas, Gwyn was already there, looking around the room.

His room wasn’t one of the largest in the House. He believed that Cassian’s was the biggest, with all his gadgets and gadgets he kept there, but his was cozy. He doesn’t need anything else.

Well, maybe a priestess sleeping everynight in his bed, in his arms. He wouldn’t mind.

In one corner was a study with two chairs, next to a three-seater sofá with a tea table in front of it. In the center of the room was where the huge bed was located, next to which were two chests, one with clothes and the other with weapons, in addition to the weapons that were hidden throughout the room.

The moment Gwyn saw him, she ran into the bathroom, and there she is currently.

The sound of footsteps startled him, sitting up and searching with his gaze for the gorgeous priestess, finding her grasping the edge of her nightgown uneasily, in the middle of the bathroom door.

The nightgown was a simple cobalt blue negligeé, with lace at the top, running down her creamy neck to the V of her breasts, ending below her knees.

It was simple, but fucking sexy.

He would already thank Nesta and Emerie for the purchase, because he was sure as hell it had been the choice of those two. He gulped, avoiding thinking of the bulge already forming in his pants.

Azriel smiled at her, tapping the spot next to him, inviting her to sit down next to him.

She smiled back, blushing as she approached the bed, sitting down and smoothing the hem of her nightgown, placing her cheek on the Shadowsinger’s shoulder, revealing part of her whitish neck and the curve of her breasts.

He was very screwed up.

“Are you okay?” Az asked, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles.

She nodded, letting herself be carried away by her touch, as she wrapped her hands around her body.

They felt silent, staring at each other while innocent caresses were made.

“Do you want a particular side or…? She asked, laughing quietly as she grabbed his hand and traced the scars on his hand.

“I have no problem” He shrugged, caressing her hand as he pulled her into his body, sitting her on his lap.

Gwyn blushed, realizing where exactly she was sitting, but he brought his legs together, letting her not to be sitting right on top of his cock.

“Thank you” She said as she brought her lips to his cheek, kissing it slowly, then hiding her face in the crook of his neck.

Azriel wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek and murmuring “No problem” in her ear, then kissing her lobe, earning a shudder from her part.

Suddenly Gwyn raised her head and started looking around the room, her face puzzled.

“Where are your shadows?” She asked, searching the corners to see if they were there.

“Hidden, apparently” He explained.

“We’re here” Answered his shadows. “We didn’t want to trouble our priestess” They said as ribbons of night appeared out of nowhere, approaching the Spymaster’s neck, some of them touching and licking the wrists of the female sitting in his legs.

“According to them, they didn’t want to appear in case you felt uncomfortable with them” He explained, noticing how the shadows hid in the arch of his wings, observing from there the scene between the two lovers.

Gwyn chuckled, reaching out to a shadow, letting it surround her.

“I don’t mind if they’re with us” She admitted, as more shadows joined the already present. “They have never bothered me. In fact, they’re a comforting presence.”

Azriel laughed. A noteworthy laugh, out of the stomach.

“Do you consider my shadows a comforting presence?” A low chuckle came out of him, while he brought his lips to her neck and arranged small kisses in the area.

“Sure” She emphasized, noticing goosebumps on her arm. “Why should your shadows bother me?”

Azriel was silent, preferring to keep kissing her neck.

He noticed how she smiled, lightly grasping his hair, entangling her fingers in the fine strands of his raven hair.

He slid down onto the massive bed, getting Gwyn to straddle his thighs, earning a punch to the arm.

He feigned pain, grabbing his arm and twisting carefully from his wings, while he listened to her laughter and the whisper of the shadows running through their bodies.

“Enough of teasing me!” She yelled, red with embarrassment, as she climbed off his lap and onto her side, ignoring his laughter and attempts to roll her onto her back.

Finally Azriel circled Gwyn’s hips, pulling her closer to him, spooning, entangling their legs under the sheets.

“I’m not making fun of you” He lied, peppering her neck with kisses.

Gwyn turned, looking into his eyes as she teased him.

“Be careful lest I remove your tongue with my teeth” He flirted, earning a blush from her part.

She turned back, ignoring him.

Azriel lowered his gaze from the creamy porcelain skin on her neck to the area where their bodies nearly collided. discovering that the nightgown Gwyn was wearing had risen above her hips, earning a switch toward his cock from the sight of her panties, watching her long legs and thinking how they would feel if they were tangled around his hips as he slammed hard against her-

He noticed that the female in his arms began to tremble, realizing in that moment he had screwed up more than at any other time.

“Gwyn. Gwyn I’m so sorry” He apologized, moving quickly and putting a good few meters between both bodies, noticing the strong smell of arousal that was in the room. “Love, are you okay?”

She nodded, turning to find Azriel staring at her, eyes filled with remorse and concern.

“I’m sorry” She said, wrapping her arms around her body, tears falling from her eyes.

“She’s not angry with you, Master” The shadows commented.

“Who is she mad at then?” He answered them.

“With herself” They replied. “She’s angry for not having control of her body and therefore not being able to be intimate with you.”

He was silent for a moment, thinking about how to tell her what she needed to understand without her freaking out.

He reached out his hand, asking with his gaze for her to grasp it, taking both hands and intertwining them. That was exactly just what she did-

“It’s okay, love” He confirmed hers, soothing her skin with his thumb. “Let’s go at your pace, there’s no need to rush.”

She shook her head, looking at both clasped hands: “What if we can never be intimate because of me… because of my trauma?”

“Then we’ll not have intimacy” He assured her, bringing her knuckles closer and kissing them carefully. “I’m not with you for having sex, I’m with you because I love you. If we can’t have sex, then we won’t have sex.

She nodded slightly, moving closer to her body until they were nose to nose.

“It’s… my body… the problem” She confirmed.

He cocked his head: “Why do you think your body is the problem?

How can she think that her body, her gorgeous body, is the problem?

“Because you have had a multitude of lovers, surely with a better body than me, who will know how to satisfy you better than me” She told him. “I have… scars on the inner part of my thighs and hips and…” She replied while shallowly crying that little by little were falling down their teal eyes. “I have freckles all over my body and…” She couldn’t finish the sentence, preferring to hide her face on his neck while she tried to calm herself down.

He ran his hand across her back, making circles with his fingers to relax her muscles.

“Honey… Of course I have had many lovers, but I have only allowed one of them to know me thoroughly, and that’s you, my love” He replied, kissing the crown of her hair. “I haven’t seen your whole body, but I’m sure it’s just as breathtaking as I imagined it to be.” He murmured. grabbing her hand and kissing it softly. “And why the hell do you think I would hate your freckles?

She sniffed, looking into his eyes as he brought his scarred fingers closer and wiped the tears that fell from her eyes.

“In Sangravah they always compared us… Catrin and me” Gwyn recalled. “They always said Catrin was the beautiful one while I was the… cute one. I always assumed that it was because I had this hair and these stupid freckles.

Azriel had a painful time trying not to rip the head off those who said that to his mate.

“Well, that’s a lie, because you’re fucking beautiful and I love those freeckles”. He recognized as he traced patterns on her cheeks, following their path.

Gwyn began to blush, placing her mouth on the corners of Azriel’s lips, giving him small kisses and then hiding in the hollow of his neck again, leaving kisses there alike, earning a shudder from the male.

“This female is going to be the end of me” He thought, as he arched his neck to give her more room to kiss.

She laughed lightly, looking up, meeting Azriel's gaze locked in her lips.

The atmosphere suddenly was charged with the arousal of both, him and her.

They began to get closer little by little. 

There had been very few occasions that they had kissed on the lips, and the tension of the moment could be cut with scissors.

They kept getting closer until there were only inches left for their lips to collide, breathing in each other's breath.

"Can I… Can I kiss you?"  He asked. Always asking permission, always the safety of his mate first. If she wanted to leave things right then and there, Azriel would be happy just holding her through the night.

Azriel didn't discover that he had been breathless until she nodded, until both lips met in a noteworthy explosion.

It was a simple kiss, Azriel knew he shouldn't push until she decided to, but they were both too tired to deepen the kiss.

Gwyn parted her lips little by little, silently demanding the kiss to be deepened, and Azriel was perfectly willing to make his mate enjoy the experience to the fullest.

He parted his lips, letting both tongues collide shyly, kissing and kissing and kissing until they had to part to breathe.

They both smiled, peaking at each other's lips, until Gwyn dropped onto Azriel's chest, visibly tired and with her eyes almost closed.

"Are we sleepy, Berdara?"  He teased her, kissing the top of her head as she nodded silently, burying her head deeper into his chest, inhaling the scent of cedar and night mist.

"Tomorrow we have training?" She asked him sleepily.

"Yes, we do" He replied, grabbing the sheets that had fallen by the side, leaving them on both bodies "I will wake you up, just sleep now, my love, you have earned it".

She smiled slightly, kissing his neck one last time as her breathing became more and more rhythmic. She had fallen asleep.

In his arms.

She had fallen asleep in his arms.

He smiled slightly, the only person who would allow to see that sensitive part of him.

"Good night, my love" He whispered in her ear, kissing the lobe and falling into the most restful and deep sleep he had in years.

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Gwyn hadn't slept this well in a long time.

The morning sun filtered through the curtains of his mate's room, illuminating the entire room. She turned her gaze, finding his handsome mate asleep peacefully, with one arm under the pillow and the other resting delicately on her stomach, protectively.

She smiled slightly, her gaze running over the man who shared the bed. His hair was facing everywhere from sleep, her wings curled up behind him, the membranes catching the sun's heat and forming shapes on them. She perceived, not with a little joy and excitement, that part of his shirt had risen, revealing his tanned abs.

She didn't know what time it was, but he was supposed to wake them both up, so she decided to put her head back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

She suddenly felt the arm that was on his stomach stretch, as did the other on the pillow.  She had woken him up.

"You look like a cat stretching" She laughed, brushing away the hair that had fallen over his eyes, meeting Azriel's hazel eyes staring at her, clouded with sleep.

He smiled slightly, leaving kisses on her neck, causing shudders throughout her body.

"Let me sleep" He replied with a hoarse and dark voice.

"We have to go to training" She counterattacked, trying to lift his arm that fell under her hands again, without success.

"Five more minutes" He murmured, yawning.

"I can't believe the brooding Spymaster of the Night Court is demanding me five more minutes of sleep" She chuckled, pounding her arm.

He growled, nipping her shoulder playfully.

Gwyn gave up, letting Azriel lightly bite as much of her neck as he wanted.

They did not know how long they stayed in that position, the Shadowsinger kissing and nibbling the priestess's neck and shoulder, while she allowed herself to be done.

Finally he got tired, raising his mouth to meet hers, giving her a kiss.

"Good morning" He whispered between kisses, biting lightly on Gwyn's bottom lip, causing a sensation of heat to settle in the lower part of his stomach.

"Good morning to you too" She replied, stroking Azriel's back, careful not to touch her wings, the shadows nowhere in sight.

Gwyn had already received that talk about Illyrian wings from Nesta and Emerie, who were the first to discover that the two were "together". She knew perfectly well that she shouldn't touch Azriel's wings without his permission.

Suddenly Azriel tensed, and Gwyn feared that she hadn't been careful enough and she had touched something she shouldn't have until a shadow came to view and settled into his ear, telling him something.

The Shadowsinger grabbed the sheets that had moved, covering both bodies at the same moment someone opened the door.

"AZRIEL, GWYN IS NOT IN HER…" Nesta interrupted in the room, almost ripping the door out of her place, Cassian behind her.

But while Nesta's gaze was concerned, Cassian was trying not to laugh at that very moment.

Cassian knew perfectly well why Gwyn was not in her room that night.

"H-Hi" Gwyn greeted, watching her best friend's reaction.

Nesta was speechless, staring at the Spymaster, then Gwyn, and then her mate, realizing why Cassian wasn't the least bit worried.

"You knew it! You knew where Gwyn had been and you made me scared about her safety!"  Nesta screeched, too loud for Gwyn's newly awakened hearing.

"I was imagining where Gwyn might have been," Cassian laughed, casting glances at Azriel, who growled menacingly at Cassian and Nesta, demanding that they immediately leave her room.

"See you at breakfast," Cassian announced, to which he was met with another higher-pitched growl from Azriel, closing the door and leaving both lovers in the room again.

Gwyn began to laugh, to which Azriel looked at her strangely, not understanding why his mate laughed when those two had caught them.

"It was very embarrassing" She said, wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, getting up from the bed and approaching the leathers that she had brought from her room.

She turned to find Azriel sitting on her bed, staring at her with amusement in his eyes.

"Are you going to stay there all day or are you going to help me train?" To which she earned a crooked smile from her mate, getting up and heading to the bathroom to change clothes.

She left the room to change into another bathroom, meeting Nesta, looking at her with love, as if to say:

"I am proud of you, sister."

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