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just another little thing I need to get out of my head:

The "see you tomorrow, Shadowsinger" line is so fucking... hot??

Imagine sweet, funny Gwyn going absolutely feral about the obstacle cycle and Azriel is soo here for it.

He keeps teasing her and at some point Gwyn just loses it and goes Imma change tactics, asshole.

She reaches that playful, temptress side of herself she thought she was never going to be able to use again...

And drops an absolutely bat-killing, wing-shivering line that has Azriel speechless.

We all know Gwyn has this musical, beautiful voice. Now imagine she basically purred the 'Shadowsinger' (males have been purring all over these books and no one says a word about it, leave Berdara to her business).

and the poor Spymaster is like "Dear Mother and Holy Gods above, did she just...???"

All while Gwyn is just "[insert evil laugh] handle that, your emo bat [oh this rimes] [proud of herself]".

It got me giggling and kicking my feet.

I just have this feeling she would work at a bookstore and try for a career in music while doing her PhDs and never having a moment to rest and he would be a private investigator or something, 12 years older (because we need the "you're getting old, look out for your knees'' jokes) with too much baggage and already tired of life.

And they would find happiness and adventure and solace and home in each other.

Modern Gwynriel 📸

just had a random thought and...

Modern Gwynriel AU but in the very first chapter Gwyn is described wearing exactly that outfit Sarah wore.

Yk, that outfit.

I'm posting a lot about Gwyn lately but...

Why did it become common sense that this girl is hyperactive?

I mean, we could see in ACOSF that she is a little bit... energetic, but every few days I see someone picturing her like:

And it's absolutely accurate.

My girl is up early in the morning for service (faithful queen (and I'm not even religious)) and then training, spends the whole afternoon working for Merrill (who has that whole "I want you to do all my work while I laugh at you" boss vibe), then goes to service again AND THEN she's like "well, I'm going to train at night as well, just because."

Honestly, Gwyn my love, are you alright?

Honest question here, I'm not looking for a fight or anything, I genuinely just had this in my mind.

E/riels usually use that sentence "Elain smiled so brightly that even Azriel's shadows seemed to brighten up" or something along these lines to prove the Shadows like Elain.

But... they're shadows. Wouldn't "brighten up" mean they... disappeared?

It's a genuine question I swear, I'm just curious.

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

"Oh but Gwyn is just a side character-"

JUST LIKE ELAIN. JUST LIKE AZRIEL. JUST LIKE MOR. JUST LIKE EVERY FREAKING CHARACTER WHO DID NOT HAVE THEIR STORY TOLD IN THEIR BOOK.

and dare I say she has more development than some who have been around for longer...

I have this headcanon that Gwyn already had her first kiss.

Because let's think about it: She lived in Sangravah, a priestess temple. The priestesses who lived there participated in the Great Rite/Calanmai. So they had babies.

Unless the Great Rite has some weird kind of magic that only allows priestesses to conceive females, some of these babies were male. And I don't think they threw their male babies away a la Hera and Hephaestus, so they grew up in the temple by this logic.

Maybe they simply had to move out when they reached a certain age?

Anyways, for me, she was best friends with this quiet little boy. He liked her and was always giving her flowers. When they were, idk, 14 or 15, he had to leave the temple and gave her a goodbye kiss.

Years later she tells this story when hanging out with Nesta, Cass and Azriel. And a certain batboy gets illogically jealous.

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.

*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*

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 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.

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

Okay, now: This is the ultimate poll I'll do about anything fic related, and this time I promise I'll actually post whatever you guys choose!

I've been working on some multi-chapter stories, but I keep changing my mind on what to post, so now it's up to you:

Azriel: I shall keep my past a secret so people won't be scared of me or run away, cause it was so terrible and bloody, it made me a monster-

Gwyn: What's up, Shadowsinger?

Azriel: So when I was a little boy my mother used to...

Had to repost cause I was thinking about this today, and:

"Meet Me In The Woods" by Lord Huron is so completely Gwynriel to me.

The lyrics are, undoubtedly, Azriel coded, and the melody gives me Gwyn vibes.

I shall recommend this song to every gwynriel out there.

6 Songs that give Gwynriel

Constellations-Jade lemac

´´Lights are turned off Music is on´´

´´Your freckles lead the way´´

Chemtrails over the country club-Lana del rey (obvs)

´´You're in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter´´

Dark paradise-Lana del rey

´´And there's no remedy for memory, your face is like a melody It won't leave my head Your soul is haunting me and telling me that everything is fine´´

Say you won´t let go-James Arthur

´´Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober´´

´´I knew I loved you then But you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go´´

Hide-Juice WRLD

´ ´ When it gets dark outside, In you I confide, You help me face my demons ,I won't hide, hide´´

´´We're just two lost souls But we're fine with it´´

Lover-Taylor Swift

´´And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear Have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years?´´

´´And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me´´

Let me know what songs give you gwynriel vibes!