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Azriel had his shadows since he was a little tiny boy, locked away in a small room with no windows, feeling unloved and uncared for.

The shadows were not a part of his trauma, they actually may have been one of the reasons he survived through his trauma.

They are his company, his little spies, a literal manifestation of his powers and honestly, very loveable little beings. The first thing that comes to mind when thinking of Azriel is that he is a Shadowsinger.

AND Y'ALL WANT THESE SHADOWS TO DISAPPEAR?

Let me tell you something: That's exactly why I don't ship e/riel. Because, if they were to truly be happy together, someone (or both) would have to give up in such essential parts of themselves that they wouldn't be the same person.

Elain would have to give up on traveling around the world and planting gardens everywhere. She would have to give up on glamorous parties because her partner is an introvert and terrifies everyone in Prithyan except his family and the people who want to fuck him (I'm looking at you Helion). She would not live somewhere sunny all the time and take walks in the nature.

Azriel? Apparently, he has to give up his shadows. He will have to hide the darkest parts of himself, not because Elain can't deal with it, but because he is clearly extra-self conscious and ashamed of those parts around her. He would forever feel afraid of "tainting" her or scaring her away, because he clearly doesn't consider her someone capable of dealing with darkness. He would have to give up on having a mate.

IN ORDER OF THIS SHIP TO WORK, THEY NEED TO BE DIFFERENT CHARACTERS.

Spoiler ahead: these characters already exist.

I don't ship Gwynriel and Elucien because I'm anti-elain or some other bullshit. I ship it because I love these characters and I want to see them grow without needing to become something completely different from what they are.

I don't need gentleman, well dressed Azriel because LUCIEN IS THERE.

I don't need warrior, bloodthirsty Elain because GWYN IS THERE.

Honestly, it's so very simple it hurts.

Soo... sorry for the wait (if anyone is waiting for it, though I doubt it). The jealous Az one shot accidentally became a two chapter story, so it took a little longer. It will probably come out by sunday.

(Also, if anyone has one character in particular as an interesting suitor to flirt with Gwyn and make Az go mad, please leave in the notes)

And, to the main point of this post, I'm thinking about writing something a little bit longer since I'm reconnecting with writing. Nothing elaborate, but I had two things on my mind:

a) An modern AU where Gwyn is a PhD student and a research assistant trying to release her first song and Azriel is a private investigator analysing a murder case that happened years ago, but had no solution. They meet at Cassian's gym.

b) A sort of collection of one-shots that are not really one-shots because they form a full story, but there's no real plot (I guess) about Gwyn's pregnancy and their babies. I understand this may be a little weird to some people, but it just lives rent free on my mind. They would be mated for a long, long time and completely ready for babies since I don't really like unplanned pregnancy stories.

Soo, I was thinking about starting to write again and since my current obsession is Gwynriel, I'll obviously write something about them.

I have too many ideas about this couple and can't decide between them, so

Idk I'm reading a lot of fanfic lately and, 9 out of 10 times, Gwyn is doe-eyed. And I love it, it's amazing, bUT-

I can't picture her other than with these huge, beautiful siren eyes. So I'm writing it, thank you very much.

I love love love Gwynriel with my whole soul.

but the parasites in me sometimes do see the potential flirting between Gwyn and Tarquin.

and I am aching to make Azriel mad about the said flirting (notice the word - flirting, brief attraction - not endgame, never endgame) in my one shot;

But it's scary bro.

No but it's so funny when people get mad about anything related to a character if said character is in a ship they don't support.

I'm using Gwyn as an example because I see this happening a lot with her, but it happens to a quite awful lot of characters:

I understand not liking Gwynriel, or even simply not liking Gwyn's character. But it doesn't mean you need to invalidate and shame every theory and aspect about her, even when it has literally nothing to do with the ship.

Like why are some people mad she's a redhead/ pictured as a redhead? Or that we're curious about her ancestry/ lineage and powers? About theories saying she can play a bigger role in future books?

I'm sorry, but when a character is introduced in a series like ACOTAR and gets the attention and the development she got, people are going to speculate. Even more when said character has no apparent reason for being the highlight in a few scenes, but is nonetheless.

SJM is not dumb. No, she is not the best writer in the world, but she does think and plan a lot for her books, mainly with the foreshadowing. There's a reason Gwyn is the first reborn Valkyrie, even when Nesta is the MC. There's a reason for the sentences indicating "larger forces" noticed Gwyn when she was cutting the ribbon. There's a reason she talks about wanting to leave the library and that she's the one saying their stories are worth telling. There's a reason she became Carinthyan just when the Illyrian rebellion was about to start.

And finally, it's not shameful or "dumb" to theorize about a character possibly having larger roles in future books when the narrative itself suggests so.

If you're threatened or mad about it, the shame is on you.

and everyone knows the real reason some people think the Valkyries shouldn't have won the Blood Rite, and it has nothing to do with being "unrealistic".

So, there's a lot of discussion right now about the color of Gwyn's hair (???) so I wanted to give my thoughts on it.

Oh, just wanted to add, she's so insignificant that even her hair's color is subject for discussion, you see...

Now, to the point:

Apparently, not even SJM actually knows what her hair color is, since it's described like this:

"Rich coppery chestnut", "Coppery brown", "Copper" and apparently it looks like "strands of gold" in sunlight.

Now, if you search on pinterest, these terms are used for basically the same color:

It may be because I have the most brown hair to ever brown, but that looks a lot like red hair to me.

The thing is, why is it described as "strands of gold" in sunlight? Gold is the color used to describe Mor's hair, which is very very blonde. This perhaps indicates that lightning in the library is not the best and Gwyn's hair may be lighter than first described.

But then, why does anyone care??? She could be bald and would still be beautiful, funny, smart, brave and in possession of a ✨charming irreverence✨ that delights a certain Spymaster. Deal with it.

*Few months after HOFAS*

Gwyn: *Bloodied and smiling wildly after winning another hardcore obstacle course* *Extends her hand for Azriel*

Azriel: *omg what do I do* *HELP*

Azriel: ...

Azriel: *Holds her hand*

Gwyn: ???

Gwyn: I want my prize,Shadowsinger.

Azriel: *Panicking*

Azriel: I'm your prize 😏😉

Shadows: *need a raise*

"Gwyn is an evil lightsinger, she's luring Azriel away from Elain 😡😡😡"

Good. Someone has to do it.

After 7 failed versions, 15 attempts to rewrite it, 2 existential crises, finding out I have a tendency to over explain everything in my story, a lot of useless research and one mildly good idea, I think I'll post a Jealous Azriel one-shot tomorrow.

Do you think so? Part 1.

Pairing: Azriel x Gwyneth Berdara.

Word count: 1212 words.

Notes: Sooo... here is jealous Azriel and a one shot that accidentally became a two chapter story! I'm very nervous about posting this since it's the first story I write in years, but I'm also very excited. Constructive criticism is very welcomed! Don't know if I should post this in ao3, but I'll think about it. Also, Azriel is very, very bad at feelings in this first part.

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"Is it normal for the sun to be so... bright?” Cassian complained for the fifth time in an hour. Azriel only stared at him. His shadows writhed in agitation too, but there was little he could do.

The Summer Court offered oceans of the purest water and clear, hot days. Oddly enough, the Shadowsinger sometimes appreciated this kind of weather, though Illyrian leathers were unbearable in the heat. He missed his leathers.

Despite the initially pleasant atmosphere, the air around them crackled with raw power and fear. War was imminent, and so was betrayal, hence the week-long Courts Meeting. The Spymaster just couldn’t understand why war meetings were disguised as luxurious balls and quick alliances as amicable friendships.

“Courtier's shit,” Rhys had answered with a scoff. They needed to keep the common people calm while orchestrating swift relocations to the south, far from the borders between Spring and the Human Lands. The urgency of such activities was probably the only reason Tarquin tolerated Cassian's presence.

Azriel had plenty of work to do as well, trying to keep his High Lord informed of every glance and conversation. He sighed. It would be easier if that devilish, mischievous little nymph wasn’t so damn... distracting. And offensively good at her job.

With the growing popularity of the Valkyries Division and her remarkable contribution against the Illyrian Revolution, Gwyn had become a respected and well-known name across Prythian. According to Amren, she was also quick-witted, well-versed in history and politics, and "strikingly beautiful". Before understanding her line of thought, Azriel had agreed and added how good of a spy the priestess was.

As a result, Gwyn had been assigned to secure Tarquin's alliance and friendship. Considering how closely they danced at the moment, Azriel thought he might have to remind her of the "friendship" part. Or perhaps punch Tarquin and get himself banned from Summer.

It would be worth it, though.

The dark-skinned High Lord held the Valkyrie against his chest, one hand around her slim waist as they spun. The silk of Gwyn's gown resembled a cobalt ocean, the halter neckline exposing the toned muscles of her freckled arms. If she were closer, he would see her huge, mesmerizing eyes lined with gold and her pink, plump lips. She looked like a siren from the tales Azriel’s mother used to tell him—a beauty like no other, ready to enchant unsuspecting sailors and drag them to the depths of the sea.

Tarquin looked quite happy in his "sailor" position. Azriel would be happy too. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her, couldn't ignore the pang in his chest. Gwyn had become too important to him in the last few years, their time together reserved not only for training and sparring, but for the deepest conversations he’d ever had, for silly jokes and friendly flirting.

Well, he had believed the flirting was not that friendly anymore, but as Nesta and Emerie giggled and whispered about the dancing couple, the Shadowsinger concluded he must have been wrong. As that terrible, awful dance ended and Gwyn separated from the High Lord with a courtesy, Azriel found himself relaxing, his shoulders dropping for a mere moment before he realized how many heads turned towards her.

“Twenty and seven, Singer.”

“What?”

“Twenty and seven males turned their heads to look at Our Light, Singer. Would you be interested in knowing the number of females too?”

Azriel sighed. “No, thank you.”

“Twenty and three females turned their heads to look at Our Light, Singer.”

“Okay, no more counting.”

“This equals fifty heads turned. Dismissing, of course, the heads that didn’t need to be turned because they were already looking in Our Light’s direction, Singer. This includes your head, Singer.”

Azriel gritted his teeth. “Please go check on the Vanserras.”

“Of course, Singer.”

As his shadows went silent and the Spymaster sighed, Gwyn reached the group with a smile. The golden sunlight streaming through the tall, arched windows hit her eyes, making them seem like a gateway to the shallow seas of Adriata. Emerie and Nesta grabbed each of her arms and proceeded to gossip and giggle:

"Who could imagine Tarquin uses dancing as a form of foreplay?" Lady death grinned, mischievously.

Even the tips of Gwyn's ears went red, her eyes going wide "It- it was not! We just danced. Like... friends. Very good friends."

Emerie snickered wildly "I am your friend for longer and never received this type of treatment. You are hurting my feelings."

"Oh, shush. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, but I know, Gwynnie. He looked at you the same way I do when you look too pretty."

Gwyn's mouth went slightly agape. "Wouldn't that make the look even more... friendly?"

Cassian, who had been observing the conversation, pointedly looked at his mate and nodded. "Wouldn't it, Nesta?"

Caught in the act, Nesta cleared her throat before uttering a simple, "No". Gwyn considered her friend for a moment before shaking her head.

Azriel expected her to say the relationship with Tarquin - and, well, Nesta - was nothing but friendly. That their were all going insane and seeing things that weren't there. He expected her to shrug it off. Instead, Gwyn's eyes glinted with interest.

"I'm not going to dive into your last comment, but... You think so? That he looks at me... like that?"

The two Valkyries looked at Gwyn like she had just convinced Helion to give them a pegasus. Azriel's shadows were whispering about murder and something else the Spymaster couldn't quite catch given the zooming in his ears. His fists and jaw were clenched so tightly he feared it may break. She... she truly liked Tarquin?

"SO YOU LIKE HIM!"

As if it was possible, Gwyn went even more red. "Perhaps, but-"

Azriel couldn't help himself from murmuring "That's not what you should be worried about."

Gwyn's eyes found his "Oh. I- Sorry?"

He shouldn't be saying this. It was only meant to hurt her like he was hurting. But, again, he simply couldn't help himself. "I said you shouldn't be worried about silly romantic... whatever. You have a job to do, and seducing Tarquin is not a part of it."

Their small group went deadly silent, Nesta shooting death glares at him. "I... I was not trying to... seduce him. I'm doing my job perfectly well."

Between the hurt he saw in her eyes before, there was anger emerging. One he matched quite well. "Well, then keep your- your heart and feelings out of it. And your body at least a few inches separated from his."

This time, her mouth was fully agape. Gwyn stuttered from a moment, trying to find an answer, when Tarquin suddenly surged behind her.

"Gwyn? Is this a good moment? There's something I want to show you."

She turned around to face the High Lord and, before Azriel could growl at him or stop her, one of his shadows - the only one that actually listened to the Shadowsinger sometimes - nervously darted across his face, whispering about something about Beron.

Azriel turned around, scanning the room in search of the Autumn High Lord, only to find him having a mildly heated conversation with Helion. But when he returned to excuse himself from the group, Gwyn and Tarquin were gone.

Do you think so? Part 2.

Link to Ao3

So, here it is! It isn't exactly the first thing I envisioned, but I'm rather content with it. Hope you enjoy your reading!

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Azriel found Gwyn and Tarquin strolling lazily around Adriata's castle, arms linked, heads inclined towards each other as they talked. His shadows refused to intrude on the conversation, much to his despair. Traitorous little things.

He could faintly hear Beron's furious screams in the distance, but he didn’t care. There were few things he cared about now, and the most important one stood a few feet away, her arm linked with another male’s.

Another fucking male.

Another handsome and respectful male. A High Lord who could give Gwyn everything she wanted and more. One for easy smiles and flirtatious jokes. A much younger male. A much better male—

Azriel gritted his teeth and made a sudden turn to avoid hitting a wall. The couple—Mother, how he hated that word—had just stopped to look at the sea. He could hear them murmuring, could see how Tarquin reached to brush a few strands of Gwyn's hair out of her face.

Finding a shadowed spot against the wall, the Shadowsinger hid. He observed as the High Lord inclined his head towards her, cupped her cheek, as he—

Gwyn stepped away slightly, smiling apologetically. Azriel, who had never been one for dramatic commemorations, almost fell to his knees and thanked the Mother. The two talked for a while longer before Tarquin strolled away. He didn’t seem mad or disappointed, just fine.

Not that Azriel cared much about Tarquin. He watched Gwyn wrap her arms around herself, still facing the ocean. He was about to leave when she turned, facing directly at him.

"Shouldn't you be working, Azriel?"

He sighed. Came out of the shadows. Considered running away.

"I hear quite a commotion. Is it the Autumn High Lord? He and Helion seemed angry before."

Azriel stood there, unsure. The few shadows that hadn’t reached for Gwyn seemed to attempt to hit him in the face. His favorite person sighed.

"What? Are you just going to stay quiet now? You seemed rather communicative before—"

"I'm sorry." He uttered. Gwyn scoffed, astonished.

"Oh, you're sorry? That's great. Thank you, this really solves everything." She turned away from him again. Azriel stepped closer.

"Gwyn, I am. I'm truly sorry. I just—You know what he wants."

She faced him with such anger he almost shivered. "And what does he want, Azriel? Please enlighten me."

"You know."

"No, I don't."

He stuttered for a moment, before whispering: "He wants to bed you."

In the time of a blink, Gwyn was face to face with him, a finger on his chest. "So? What if I want him to bed me? Is there something wrong with it?"

Azriel runned his hands through his hair. "No, that's not what I meant!"

She was fully hitting at him "Then what's the problem, you overgrown bat? I am a grown adult, Azriel, and just because you could never desire me, it doesn't mean someone else can't-"

"You thing I don't- that I can't desire you?" He held her fists "Gwyn, I was fucking jealous! You looked like the most unbelievable dream I could have, and yet, he held you on his arms!"

Gwyn stood, considering him, eyes wide. There was a slightly insane smile forming on her lips.

"You were... jealous?" He considered answering, but then, she looked a little maniac, so Azriel stayed quiet. "You were jealous. Over me."

The shadowsinger nodded once. Gwyn - who he feared had just gone insane and was ready to put him down on his ass - turned her head to the sky and laughed hard.

Azriel watched, bewildered, as Gwyn laughed, her head thrown back, her entire body shaking with mirth. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or more concerned.

Finally, she managed to catch her breath, wiping tears from her eyes. "And how do you think I felt like? For years, while you messed around, when you told me about Mor and Elain and all your minor rendezvous? You are so damn blind, Shadowsinger." Then she sat on the floor and laughed again.

He wasn't sure what to do. Should he sit on the floor? Run? Call for help?

Finally, he decided "I'm sorry, Gwyn. You... you have feelings for me?"

Still laughing, she managed to utter something close to "Of course, your asshole."

Azriel felt himself relax, a smal smile surging on his lips. Just when he was about to answer her, to take her face on his hands and declare everything -

Damn Rhysand came out of nowhere.

"Azriel, I called you one hundr- What? Whats happening here?"

The Spymaster almost growned. Rhys eyes went from him to Gwyn, seated on the floor, laughing her ass off, and he lifted an eyebrow.

"Does someone care to explain?" Rhys asked. Azriel could just shake his head and shrug.

Gwyn suddenly raised from the floor, her laughs finally ceasing while she rearranged her dress. She scanned Rhysand before looking at Azriel when he reached for her.

"I don't want to talk about it now. Go do your damn job, shadowsinger." She sighed, walking towards the ballroom. "Oh, I need a drink."

Azriel and Rhysand stood for a moment. And then followed her inside, the sunset casting a golden glow on them.

It was going to be a long, long night.

I know Gwyn's powers have already been hinted and absolutely love the possibility she has some really unique, special power, but...

the dAMN PARASITES IN ME still wonder sometimes what it would be like if she had no power or very "small amounts" of it.

I would find a really interesting topic to read and discover more about, how it would feel for her to be powerless while surrounded by incredibly powerful beings. When war comes and she has to fight side by side with Lady Death and The Lord of Bloodshed, while she's simply... Gwyn.

She's not the Cauldron's favorite or blessed by the Mother. No magical sword chose her, her singing sounds special simply because it's beautiful and she definitely can't breathe underwater or lure someone. All she has is a simple, common sword, a witty mind and some training.

And that sounds so unfair when she dedicated her whole life to worship the Mother and the Cauldron, when she was born fae and yet the former human girls who reject fae religion are the chosen ones. Their enemies could kill her in a blink, while the people around her can defend themselves with ice wolves, or silver flames, or freaking sentient shadows. She's nothing but herself, and that seems insufficient. But she'll find out that's more than enough.

and quoting my dear Knife Wife, Wraith of the Barrel, Inej Ghafa: "[...] What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway [...]"

and I could write an essay about Gwyn and Inej's similarities, but it's a dangerous topic because one is the most perfect character I've ever read about and the other one is... written by SJM. Don't get me wrong, Gwyn is my favorite SJM character and she's quite well written, but it's unfair to compare them.

I gave up. I don't give a shit about what e/riels say.

One moment, Gwyn can't have any kind of sexual relationship or even READ about it because of her trauma. In the next she's THE main villain of the books who lied about her SA, all because she wants Azriel (a male she didn't even know existed??) for herself.

Sometimes, Lucien is the worst male and mate ever because he lives far away from his mate, not because he's clearly unwanted in the IC, but because he's obviously in love with Vassa. But then, other times, he's an arrogant ass forcing the bond upon Elain when he visits her.

The Shadows should vanish forever because they are not good for Azriel and are gone once he's truly happy and safe. But the shadows actually loooove Elain.

Elain does belong in the Night Court, and she'll be a spy and kill a lot of people. But she and Azriel will live in a flowy, sunsety garden and bake strawberry cake everyday, and he will retire from his position as Spymaster.

Honestly, f*ck all of this. I am very peaceful knowing that SJM is writing either Gwynriel banter + river shenanigans or Elucien angst+sex in a field of flowers by the sunset.

It would be so amazing if Gwyn's nymph heritage affected her in more ways than SJM initially told us.

Like, are you truly telling me she built this whole-ass world with different species of fae only to explore the human-like or Illyrians ones, and when a "minor-fae" of sorts finally gets some spotlight, her heritage gives her fucking flexible bones and huge eyes? And that's it?

No, thank you. I need her teeth to be slightly pointed. I need her pupils to blow way too wide for a High Fae when her - sharper than most - instincts rush in. I need her blood to be colder so she can endure deep rivers temperature.

Imagine how cool it would be if she had a shaper eyesight or could see in the dark? If sometimes her instincts were too strong for her to ignore and she had to rush into a river or water-body, because she feels so connect to it?

Make it interesting, Sarah.

Gwyn week is knocking at my door and, for all the files organized by alphabetic order, color and subject in my dear head, I've written nothing.

Ps: HoTWG stands for "House of The Wind Gang", as odd as the acronym sounds.

Or any other suggestions you guys would like to read🫶

Perhaps Something Greater

link to Ao3

Hi everyone! I saw all those beautiful fanarts of Gwyn and Catrin, and just had to write something about them. So, this is a quick drabble for day 1 of @gwynweekofficial.

I hope you like it!

The night of the Great Rite was always one of chaos. Amidst flowy fabrics and perfume sprays, you could sometimes distinguish a priestess or another, but the children—Gwyn and Catrin included, at the ripe age of sixteen—were advised to stay as far away as possible from the females preparing. Gwyn wondered why.

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She and Catrin climbed to the top of their favorite tree after Isobel shouted at them for the fifth time that night. Between the breeches and leaves, all Gwyn could see was the shining, silver moon and its reflection on the river. And her sister's beautiful face.

“Perhaps they all go naked and hug each other...” Catrin mused.

Gwyn laughed at Catrin's attempts to guess what exactly happened in the Rite. They knew males and females copulated, of course. It was a subject of great importance to the priestess who taught them biology, for the girls to know what exactly happened between two people for a child to take root. But it was odd, the need to have a huge get-together of sorts, just to have sex.

“Stop this nonsense. They may simply... reunite so the magic is stronger.”

Catrin shrugged, all charm and beauty. She was a spitting image of their mother, with her dark hair and pale complexion, no freckles in sight. Gwyn probably got her colors from their father, but that was something she would never be sure of. Suddenly, Catrin's smile faded and she looked at the stars, huffing a breath.

“Do you think we will participate in it someday? In the Rite, I mean?”

Gwyn considered her. Priestesses of Sangravah were only allowed to participate in the Rite after completely finishing their studies—not only in biology and mathematics or philosophy and literature, but also in their studies about the Mother and the universe. It was a breaking point for all of them, for they could have way more freedom than before.

“I really think so. We are doing well, Cat. We can do it.”

Catrin absently nodded. “Yes, I know. But sometimes... it feels really meaningless, you know?” She stared intently at Gwyn, her huge blue eyes a little wild. “I mean, is that our life? Study, pray, graduate, and then babies?”

Gwyn studied her sister. They had already talked about it, how they were raised almost to be just mothers. How Catrin sometimes wanted... more.

“It is... odd, I know. But I fear we don't have many options.”

Catrin's eyes glinted with mist as the wind gently blew her hair. “We could run.” This rakish smile illuminated her face.

Gwyn's mouth went fully agape, and her sister laughed.

“We can't run!”

“Why not?”

“Cat, we have a whole life here! And, only Mother knows what they’ll do to females like... us, out there.”

The mood darkened, growing heavier as they thought of their mother. Of how she went to take a swim and came back weeks later, dragged by the river flow, a gaping wound where her heart was supposed to be.

“I know, I know. I just... wonder sometimes. If I am fit to be a mother.”

Gwyn's cheeks burned a little when she thought about her own dreams. Dreams of a little girl she would cradle and love and care for, as soon as possible. She reached for Catrin's hands.

“I know. Perhaps there is another path for you, my beloved sister. There's no shame in wanting different things, and I pray for you to find your way.”

Catrin puffed and rolled her eyes, but Gwyn could see the grateful, loving glint in them.

“Enough of talking like our High Priestess. I think the carriages are here. Should we go down to spy on them?”

Gwyn threw her head back and laughed before agreeing with her sister. As they watched the carriages go away, she wondered when she would be the one leaving inside them.

She hoped Catrin would be by her side, too.

just wanted to say that these reminded me of Gwyneth Berdara:

Every time I read a gwynriel fic where Gwyn is doubting herself and using words like "stupid, useless, fool" and etc...

I want to cry because I think that's definitely how she actually feels in the books and how. How. Can. She. Believe. That.

My only reaction is YOU 🫵 ARE 🫵 BEAUTIFUL 🫵 POWERFUL 🫵 AMAZING 🫵 SO 🫵 SMART 🫵 AND 🫵 FUNNY 🫵 AND 🫵 BRAVE 🫵 SO 🫵 LOVELY 🫵 AND 🫵 AMAZING 🫵 YOU 🫵 DESERVE 🫵 ALL 🫵 THE 🫵 LOVE 🫵 IN 🫵 THE 🫵 WORLD 🫵

My heart aches for her, and it shouldn't because she's just a character, but at the same time she's so much more.

My favorite thing about them is how Azriel is constantly like:

"My soul is broken and I cannot love. There's so much blood in my hands, I could never commit the sin of touching. I'm dark and mysterious and tragic, I live in the shadow-"

And Gwyn is like:

"So you are batman? Pretty shadows. Shut up and have a bracelet. Also, I hid Truth-Teller. And I can't sleep." *Kicks him in the forehead and runs*

Gwynriel’s today feels like a good day to think about the fact Gwyn saw firsthand what Azriel was capable of the moment she met him and she was never frightened of him or his shadows. She was curious about him and then it took her no time at all to start teasing him once they met again.

Gwyn sees Azriel. And has since day one.

I don’t know, sounds like endgame behavior to me. 

Hear me out... it's gwynriel's piano lessons, but Gwyn is the teacher.