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Azriel getting his first good nights sleep in a looooong time because Gwyn is there

I have no idea how long this is, but here you go! Some Gwynriel cuteness! Please like and reblog if you enjoy it ☺️☺️

The sound of a slippered foot whispering against the stone steps of the House of Wind woke Azriel with a start. Shadows spooled back to him on ribbons of translucent black, like the tide being called back to the horizon. If the oncoming footsteps hadn’t woken him, his shadows certainly would have, their chatter an insistent, excited hiss as they detailed exactly what they had saw.

The arched wooden door to his bedroom creaked open. Light spilled through the door—a wedge of blessed opportunity as Gwyn stepped over the threshold. She was dressed in a white long-sleeved nightgown that reached her ankles. The colour of the fabric made her hair appear more vibrant than ever—a brilliant, stunning copper that tumbled down past her shoulders.

Azriel’s shadows swarmed like bees, a buzzing excited mist that threw his face in and out of shadow but Gwyn didn’t turn and run—not yet, anyway.

Gwyn took a tentative step forward before she halted in her tracks, her eyes finally sweeping over the room to find him in bed and looking directly at her.

“I thought we weren’t training tonight?” Azriel asked. It was such a normal thing to ask—the only thing he could think of saying to stop her from bolting. Knew that it was not him that had scared her, but the setting.

“We aren’t,” Gwyn replied. Her eyes darted from their fixed location on the wall where faelight still flickered low, to the bed, where Azriel had propped himself up on an elbow, before they looked away again.

Gwyn flushed. Bit her lip. Barely noticed the way Azriel’s shadows began to reach towards her like vines, twining around her limbs, checking for injury, completely disregarding his silent barked order to remain by his side.

“Can’t sleep?” Azriel asked softly.

That beautiful chin lifted, and Gwyn’s teal eyes affixed Azriel with a sudden, determined stare. “No.”

“And you thought to come and tell me?”

“I—“ Gwyn started, but then her blush faded to make way for a small, surprised smile as she caught the faint, crooked upturn at one side of his mouth. “Well, yes.”

Another pause. Gwyn began to fiddle with the left sleeve of her gown. “Can I sleep here?”

It was the blunt, direct sort of question that Azriel was used to hearing from Nesta and it made him want to turn his ghost of a smile into something fuller and true. His brother’s mate was a good influence on Gwyn, pulling out a side of her that had always existed but had been squashed by trauma.

And whilst Azriel was sure—no, he damned well knew Priestesses weren’t supposed to share a bed with a lowly and scarred bastard like him—he couldn’t find it in himself to deny her. Found himself saying, of course, without a moments pause to what it might all mean the next morning.

There’d be no funny business, Azriel knew that, as he lay back down on the mattress, retracted his wings and stared at the ceiling. But Gwyn was a female who took on the challenge others set her. And if there wasn’t one to take on? Well, she assigned one to herself. This was clearly her latest challenge and he the chosen mark, and whilst the old Azriel would have denied Mor or Elain his bed, Gwyn was different. She had always been different, it had just taken him a long time to notice, and even longer to accept it.

Fabric swept across the red stones and then the mattress dipped, sheets moved. The distinct scent of water lilies wafted over to him and in his mind’s eye he saw a freshwater pond.

Azriel blinked the image away. Asked, “Warm enough?”

“I’m fine.”

He nodded. “Night then,” he said, and then with all the self-control he could muster, he turned over so she’d feel more at ease. Curved a wing over his body, shutting it all down before she moved out of her comfort zone.

Azriel didn’t expect to sleep at all, but he woke to brilliant winter sunshine filtering through the bedroom curtains. He’d moved in his sleep, rolling onto his other side, towards her. Only Gwyn was long gone, an indentation in the pillow and the cracked bedroom door the only indication she’d been there at all.

Later that morning, when he ascended the stairs onto the sparring plateau with a wide yawn, she was already there. Nesta was wrapping Gwyn’s hands ready for some hand-to-hand sparring, but Gwyn turned as if she’d sensed him coming. Smiled at him as she asked with a secretive gleam in her eye, “Had a good nights sleep, Shadowsinger?”

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

you have the best ideas ever like wow your mind 🧎🏽‍♀️

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.

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.”