#Gwynlain month

[freyjas-musings]

My very last piece for the month of May.... presenting Gwynlain as the cutest mermaid couple ever . Artist Jessicalynndraws just created the most magical Disney like fanart for them. I really hope you all love it as much as I do .

Charcaters belong to Sarah J Maas

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[sadiegirl2021]

Over 10k hits!! Unimaginable

In honour of this milestone, here are some Gwynlain friendship snippets from the story so far:

Chapter Two:

Gwyn, ever the big sister at heart, reassured her, "Well, just make sure he treats you with respect, and know you can stop at any time. Do you have protection?"

Elain's innocence shone through in her response. "Protection? Like a dagger?"

Gwyn couldn't help but laugh at the misunderstanding. "No, Elain, contraceptive tea! Nesta drinks it daily. Have you not heard of it? Didn't you and Graysen protect yourselves?"

Elain looked a bit sheepish and replied, "No, I mean, we were going to get married, so there wouldn't have been any reason to. I suppose I got lucky. Nyx might have had a cousin." She snickered.

Chapter Four:

She half-crawled toward Elain's room, reaching it through their shared living space.

"Elain?" She reached for the bed, patting around for a body. Nesta would kill her if anything happened. "Elain?" She tried again, in a raspy whisper.

"Stop screaming," Elain whimpered out.

Thank the gods, Gwyn thought. She crawled under the covers to lie beside Elain.

"Why are you wet?" Elain moaned.

"I was hoping you could tell me!" She laughed weakly.

"I don't even remember leaving the club. My head hurts so much! How did Nesta do this every night for months?" It sounded like she was almost crying.

Gwyn gathered her against her for a hug. "I think the trick is to keep drinking."

"I'm never drinking again," Elain exclaimed.

Chapter Six:

"So, you and Baz!? Sorry again for the interruption. But in fairness, I did knock!”

Elain blushed, her cheeks tinged with a rosy hue as she slammed her head into the pillow. "I don’t know what happened! I was helping him put lotion on, and the next thing I know, I’m pinned against the wall asking him to kiss me," she mumbled, “It was ridiculously hot!”

"Sounds like it! You’re drinking your tea, right?"

Elain rolled her eyes, "Yes, every day, mom!" She playfully hit Gwyn in the face with the pillow.

“Hey, I can’t help it! You’re like my little sister. I want to make sure you’re safe. And if Balthazar does anything to hurt you, tell me straight away. I’m well-trained in kicking the shit out of Illyrians,” Gwyn boasted.

Elain leapt over to grab her into a suffocating hug. “Thank you.”

Chapter Nine:

Elain smiled, "So, you and Azriel then..." she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

Gwyn rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. "We're not talking about that either!"

"You don’t even know what I was going to ask!" Elain teased, nudging her playfully.

"Read your book," Gwyn shot back, grabbing a novel and shoving it into Elain’s hands. She laughed.

Chapter Sixteen:

Gwyn laughed. "Elain, I'm pretty sure if you wore a potato sack, Lucien would still think you’re the most beautiful female that ever existed."

"You don’t know that…I might not even be his type," Elain sighed. She’d never seen him with any other females, but she was sure there had to be broken hearts all over Prythian considering how handsome he was. Maybe he preferred different hair colours, darker skin, brighter eyes. She sometimes felt a bit ordinary with her brown hair and brown eyes. Sure, they had a mating bond but it didn’t mean he found her attractive.

“Trust me, you’re every male’s type!” Gwyn raised an eyebrow, knocking Elain from her thoughts with a blush.

“Well, I’m all out of potato sacks, so help me pick a dress,” Elain joked. Gwyn laughed at that.

Chapter Twenty-Three:

Gwyn pushed into her room the second Lucien was gone, shouting “Tell me everything!”

How far down the hallway would he hear them? Maybe he’d winnowed… did it matter if he heard anything she said?

“Nothing happened. We really just fell asleep together, and then talked for a bit,” she told Gwyn.

She rolled her eyes, “Really? You just had a casual little nap with your mate?”

“I swear! We’re trying the whole friends thing for a while.”

Gwyn laughed, “Good luck with that. You know he’s obsessed with you, right? The mating bond messes males up way more than females.”

[vikingmagic33]

A little meet-cute in the garden leads Elain to visit Gwyn in the library. Here is the first installment for a Gwynlain fic for the ACOTAR Writing Circle 3. @azrielshadowssing which happens to coincide beautifully with @gwynweekofficial and pride.

Read on AO3 here!

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Gwyn raced up the darkened stairwell, before spilling out of the doorway and into the rooftop’s blistering sun. She squinted up at Rhysand. He chucked down affectionately at her disheveled appearance. “You’re late,” Rhys stated with mock annoyance.

The sun was making its descent and baked the clay roof in a crackling glow. Gwyn caught sight of steam and her vision of the horizon beyond blurred through pockets of sweltering air. She gulped it down and savored freedom on her tongue.  

“Let me guess.” Rhys continued. “Merrill has concocted some new form of torture?” 

“Nothing new about it.” Gwyn smoothed the folds of her robes and gave him an impertinent stare. 

“But still torture.” He looked immediately concerned. “I can speak to...”

“I’m fine, Rhys.” Gwyn blurted. “I’ve told you that a million times already. I’m fine. I can deal with Merrill. Shall we?” 

She reached for his arm without waiting for his response. Rhys reached down to gather her to his side, as wings appeared, and he pushed up once in a massive boost just beyond the wards. The force of the push caused her sandals to slip. She heard them drop against the roof mere seconds before he’d winnowed them away. 

The first thing Gwyn noticed was the feel of a slightly damp lawn under her feet. The River House was close enough to the water that even on a hot day, spray from the river kept the gardens dewy and fresh. She drew up her hem only slightly to peer down as her toes wiggled. Emerie had painted them a perfect robin’s egg blue at a book club sleepover the night before and Gwyn relished the look against the green and soaked the silkiness through the soles of her feet.  

Rhys had asked that she give regular reports on life within the library. Clotho was technically the correct chain of command, but Rhys had expressed an interest in speaking informally on morale and their general quality of life. Gwyn had been happy to oblige. She had a list tucked into a pocket of her robes and she respected his concern. They had been meeting regularly for months, but that was the first meeting since Rhys had suggested they move them to the River House and expand their discussion to include the new Valkyrie training program. 

“You’re getting positively tan, Gwynnie.” Cassian’s bark boomed from the back steps and Gwyn’s gaze lifted from her feet to her friend’s face. “I think you’ve got twice as many freckles as you did when I first met you.” He chuckled before reaching up to tweak the end of her nose. Nesta swatted his hand and Gwyn rubbed her palm over the spot dramatically, but still managed to stick out her tongue when nobody was looking. 

She hadn’t seen the pair on the roof, so they must have arrived sometime earlier. From the state of Nesta’s hair, they could have been flying. Then again, there was no telling what else could have tangled it so much. Gwyn eyed her friend’s appearance and lifted a brow. Nesta just shrugged. Not flying then. Gwyn grinned. She was happy for Nesta. 

“I could give you a hat.” Gwyn spun at the sound of a feminine voice behind her in the flowers and found Elain kneeling in the garden. Elain set aside a pair of shears and slowly rose to her feet, careful not to touch her dress with her filthy gloves. “Not to say that freckles aren’t very pretty. Just… if you wanted a hat, I do have plenty. I could spare a few for you. If you’d like.” 

Gwyn’s gaze traveled up to Elain’s wide-brimmed, straw hat. It had an elaborate ribbon tied just beneath her chin. The absurdity of the offer was simply adorable. Gwyn couldn’t train in a floppy garden hat, but sincerity and perhaps nerves were clear in Elain’s voice, so Gwyn did not scoff.  

“Thank you, Elain,” Gwyn replied gently. “But I can’t see that I would have any use for such a thing in the library or in the training ring.” She noticed Rhys and Cassian disappearing through the kitchen door, but Nesta waited for Gwyn. 

“But surely elsewhere...” Elain studied Gwyn’s face as though she was being asked to state the obvious. 

Gwyn’s heart lurched and her face must have fallen. She saw confusion bloom in Elain’s eyes and again her heart softened. Elain wasn’t criticizing her. To hear Nesta tell it, Elain didn’t travel very far herself, but at least she could venture into Velaris unaccompanied. Nesta stepped forward and started to speak, but Gwyn stepped between the two. 

“We don’t get much light in the library.” Gwyn chided herself for her choice of words. She felt heat creep up her neck. She sounded like a moron or some sort of neglected houseplant. 

Elain was positively glowing, standing there, in her immaculate garden and she wasn’t actually wrong. Gwyn should be going more places. Gwyn should have need of a hat. 

“None at all?” Elain stepped forward and wiped at her brow with the back of one delicate wrist. All she managed to accomplish was to trap one dark blond curl into the dampness at her temple and Gwyn hid a smile. “How can anything hope to thrive in utter darkness?” Elain sounded ready to picket. 

“They do have candles, Elain.” Nesta sounded cross and Gwyn waved her off. She didn’t want to be the source of strife between the sisters. There had been plenty of that in the past and things were just starting to settle. 

“Not everything needs to be baked in the sun, Elain. We are the Night Court, are we not? Night can be beautiful too.” Gwyn practically purred. She was shocked by the tone in her own voice. Where had that come from? 

“I guess so.” Elain huffed a breath distractedly at that pesky curl, but it did not budge. 

“Here. Let me help you out.” Gwyn reached over and tugged the curl free. “Better?” 

“Thank you, Gwyneth.” Elain breathed her laughter. “I’m a mess.” 

“Nothing wrong with a bit of sweat,” Gwyn added, froze, and tried to pivot. “You’ve been hard at work.” Gwyn pointed awkwardly to an impressive pile of rose branches discarded near Elain’s very organized workstation. It was a folded towel for her knees and a bucket of what appeared to be bonemeal. Gwyn had been impressed to hear she recycled them from kitchen scraps. “We should let you get back to it.” 

Elain nodded. “Always nice to see you, Gwyneth.”

“You too, Elain.” Gwyn took Nesta’s arm and aimed for the house. Nesta narrowed her eyes.

“What was that?” Nesta hissed. 

“I have no idea.” Gwyn lied. She did have an idea. In fact, she had several. 

“You were flirting with my sister.” Nesta accused with a hungry smile. 

“I was doing no such thing!” Gwyn denied with a pout. “I was just being nice. Can’t I be nice?” 

“Liar,” Nesta growled under her breath. “You’re never that nice to me.”

“Well. You’ve never offered me a hat.” Gwyn hid her blush by rushing forward into the house. 

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Elain made her way quietly down the dimly lit hall. She wasn’t sure why she’d felt the need to sneak, assuming that was even a fair description of her behavior. But it always felt like she was sneaking around the River House or the grounds or even into Valeris. The last, she liked to consider more exploration, even if she would bet all of her allowance that her sisters would scoff at that characterization. 

Rhys could be counted upon to be visiting Feyre’s art studio in the Rainbow on most afternoons and she’d timed her trek upstairs accordingly. Elain had no interest in dealing with the High Lord. Honestly, she had no interest in interacting with anyone, save perhaps the twins. 

It wasn’t that she disliked her sisters. She didn’t even dislike the families that both had chosen for themselves, not objectively at least. But the twins didn’t avert their gazes too quickly, nor did they let them linger with confusion, when Elain’s comments or behaviors were inevitably deemed uncouth or to be based on some outdated human mindset that Elain had yet to identify and sufficiently weed out. Worse were the moments when time skipped and snagged when a vision nudged or whispered and Elain simply fell behind in conversations or trailed off in the middle of speaking. 

Elain was not some shy or shrinking violet, nor was she a masochist. Solitude was just simpler and she found she liked people more when they said less and when she didn’t have to see them. 

She didn’t usually find herself in his library. Libraries in general were foreign and unknown. Visits were not something that her late mother encouraged and familiarity hadn’t been possible in their new lives after her death. 

Elain needed information though, so she tapped lightly on the door. She sighed happily at the lack of response and turned the ornate knob. Elain pressed her shoulder against his heavy door as it swung gently into the darkness of the room beyond. Need was perhaps a strong word. Elain wanted information. The idea of a gift had bloomed in her mind and she couldn’t seem to shake it. She didn’t want to shake it. 

Ultimately, the library trip had been an utter waste of her time. It had actually taken three trips into Velaris, a visit with a local botanist, and the aid of a rather talented glass blower. Finally, she found herself standing with an awkwardly large box in her arms, asking Rhys for transport to the House of Wind and his permission to visit the library below. 

“Sure.” He dusted toast crumbs from the corner of his mouth. “I’m going up there anyway. I will take the box for you.” Rhys responded absently. Had he even noticed that it wasn’t what she’d requested from him at all? 

“I’d rather deliver them myself. Thank you though.” Elain responded as Feyre peeked over the edge of the box at the greenery within. “There are care instructions and all.” Elain shrugged and adjusted the box in her arms with the help of one knee. “If you could just let this Clotho person know that I will be visiting within the library today, you can just drop me at the entrance. I believe there is one somewhere on the roof?” 

Feyre’s head shot up before she offered with a glint of curiosity in her eye, “I can take you.”

No way. Not a chance. Elain shook her head.  

“Rhys just said he was going anyway. Did he not?” 

There was some comfort in knowing that Rhysand didn’t understand her and had no interest in figuring her out. It was neglect masquerading as privacy and she offered back resentment passing for respect. 

“It is done.” Rhys tapped his temple with one finger as he took one last bite of toast and rose from the table. He bent to plant a kiss on his son’s head and one on his mate’s cheek before heading for the door. 

Clotho had been polite and accommodating and Gwyn turned out to be fairly easy to find. 

“This one is called Bird's Nest.” Elain pointed to the first plant. “They call this one a snake plant, but I’m not sure why. The spider plant makes a little more sense when you see the little baby plants that sort of shoot off as it grows.”

“That sounds like quite the kerfuffle.” Gwyn beamed and her laughter washed over Elain. She was happy. The gift had been a good idea after all. “I’d better keep my eye on these and make sure they all stay in line.”

“Yes. Well.” Elain blushed. “And this one, it’s a bromeliad. No silly name. It even blooms without any sun. None need sun. Although they will thank you for these little bauble lights I got in town. The shop owner assured me that they mimic low sunlight.”

“Are these for light too?” Gwyn peered from across the box and reached a hand underneath for support. Their fingers brushed slightly and Elain’s pulse raced. 

“Oh, no. Those are for water.” Elain tried again to adjust her hold on the box and the whole thing nearly toppled despite being trapped between their chests. Elain managed to grab hold of a colorful orb on a long glass stem. “You fill these with water and then stick them into the dirt. They will help with watering.” 

“Thank you.” Gwyn smiled and Elain was nervous at the sheen in Gwyn’s eyes. 

“This one is poisonous to cats.” Elain blurted. “You don’t have a cat do you?”

“Sometimes I think we might, but if he’s going to prowl around here nibbling on my plants, then he deserves a bit of mischief. Don’t you think?”  

“He? If you’re not sure that there is a cat, how do you know it is male?” Elain asked, genuinely amused. 

“A girl cat would know better than to eat strange plants and probably would’ve made some friends by now. At least, with the kitchen staff.” They were talking nonsense and Elain was blissfully happy. 

“So.” Elain had no idea what to say next. “I’ll just give these to you.” Elain aimed for subtle, but managed to shove the box at Gwyn. 

“Oh, no, you don’t.” Gwyn stepped away, hands raised. “You can carry them down and help me place them around my reading nook.” She turned toward the stairs. “And I hope you mean to visit them.”

“Pardon?” Elain squeaked. 

“You can’t just give a girl a basket of living things and some vague instructions and expect them to survive.” Gwyn chided and Elain was fairly sure she was teasing her. 

“Box,” Elain mumbled. 

“Pardon?” There was definite teasing in Gwyn’s voice as she mimicked Elain’s earlier nerves. Elain blushed, though not unpleasantly, she noticed. 

“It’s a box, not a basket.” Elain clarified and Gwyn chuckled. Warmth bloomed in Elain’s chest. 

“If any of the other priestesses should want...”

“They can keep their mitts off my ferns.” Gwyn yanked the box possessively to her chest then.  

“Bromeliad.” Elain corrected. 

“See,” Gwyn called over her shoulder as she continued down the stairs. “I’m in over my head already. You simply must save me, Elain.” Perhaps they were both in over their heads, but for the first time that she could remember, Elain didn’t mind at all. 

[ofduskanddreams]

A Drabble Game, to celebrate 600 followers ♡

NO LONGER ACCEPTING REQUESTS :)

First, let me say how grateful I am for all of you. When I joined the fandom a year and some months ago, I never imagined that I would become part of such a vibrant community. It's been a great time, thank you.

To give something back to all of you, I made this game. The rules are simple:

➀ Choose a Pairing*

Azris ✦ Gwynriel ✦ Nessian ✦ Feysand ✦ Elucien ✦ Gwynlain ✦ Emorie ✦ Morlain ✦ Helion x LoA

*for non-shipping drabbles, feel free to request characters that do not appear on the pairings list but please make sure that at least one of the characters from the pairings above is included in your request. I'm also more than happy to write poly ships involving the characters above—just ask.

➁ Pick a Setting

Canon ⁓ or ⁓ Alternate Universe

AU Options: Modern AU ✦ College AU ✦ Regency AU ✦ Werewolves and/or Vampires AU ✦ A/B/O ✦ Royalty AU (these are just what I feel most comfortable writing on short notice)

➂ Drop your choices in my ask box and include at least a few sentences detailing the request.

Need some inspiration? Check out this masterlist of writing prompts by @creativepromptsforwriting.

Given the occasion, my target length is 600 words for each drabble request that lands in my inbox. For the sake of this game, let's keep things relatively PG-13 in the spice department. Also, I will not be killing any characters (unless you make a very good case for it or it's a canon baddie.) I'll accept requests through Sunday, July 30th and I will begin writing drabbles as soon as requests start coming in :)

Knowing myself, there is a good chance that some of these drabbles will be longer than 600 words but I will attempt to keep myself within the limits I've set. I'll do my best to fulfill every request in roughly the same order I receive them. I look forward to seeing what you guys come up with. Thank you again 💕

[velarisbynight]

Ho ho ho Hello 🎅

It's your secret Santa. I'm dropping by to warn you that I will randomly invade your asks from now on. I'm excited to get to know you more and create a gift for you. I love Gwynlain so I was thrilled to learn that you love them too 🤭

Hello hello!!

I'm so excited to be participating in this event and to find someone else who loves gwynlain! And yes please feel free to pop in as randomly as you like! I'm really looking forward to hearing from you over the course of the next few months! <3

[arigonia]

June will be Azris, Gwynlain, and Emorie month

The month of the queer/gay, if you will.

[houseofhurricane]

ACOTAR + Crescent City Fic Masterlist

Multi-Chapter Fics

Rules for Spies: While Azriel and Gwyn work to free Koschei’s captives, attraction turns into something more. Some chapters NSFW. Complete. (Gwyn/Azriel, some Mor/Emerie, Nesta/Cassian, Elain/Lucien, and Vassa/Jurian)

Bloom & Bone: Elain lies about a vision and winds up as the Night Court’s emissary to the Spring Court. Some chapters NSFW. Complete. (Elain/Tamlin, Vassa/Lucien)

To A Nightingale: Gwyn Berdara, an up-and-coming reporter at the House of Wind, is given an assignment most journalists would kill for: exclusive access to the Bat Boys as they tour to promote their new album. Modern AU. Some chapters NSFW. Complete. (Gwyn/Azriel)

ACOTAR One-Shot Fics

aren't you scared? (well that's just fine): Gwyn and Azriel at the Night Court's first Samhain party. At least one of them has a crush. NSFW. (Gwynriel, a hint of Emorie)

as the heart grows bolder: How Helion and the Lady of Autumn fall in love, despite everything. (Helion/Lady of Autumn)

the beginning of everything: After the war, Gwyn and Azriel are sent on a diplomatic visit to the lantern festival at the Autumn Court. They've been circling each other for years, though, and a night together is all that's required to kindle the spark between them. NSFW. (Gwynriel, an appearance by Eris Vanserra)

games without frontiers: Azriel and Eris, in the Autumn Court at the winter solstice. But who has the knife? NSFW. (Azris)

gold in the shadows: After spending a month apart from Azriel on a solo mission to the continent, Gwyn receives an invitation to their favorite bookstore on the night before solstice. Many gifts are exchanged. NSFW. (Gwynriel)

hearts bring back the light: The war is finally over, and Nesta Archeron spends solstice figuring out what comes next. (Nessian, and a little Gwynriel, Emorie, Elucien, Feysand)

like we dream impossible dreams: It's Starfall, and Elain and Lucien's avoidance and awkwardness turns into something else entirely. NSFW. (Elucien)

the pilgrim soul in you: A missing-moments Vassien fic covering ACOWAR, ACOFAS, and ACOSF, in which, after a while, Lucien and Vassa fall in love. NSFW. (Vassa/Lucien)

a poisoned knife between the ribs: Gwyn returns from a mission, thinking of all the things she hasn't had the opportunity to do. Azriel is open to exploring all the possibilities with her. NSFW. (Gwynriel)

seer, blind your eyes: Maybe they're trying to hide from their rightful futures, or somehow save each other. Regardless, neither Azriel nor Elain can stay away. NSFW. (Elriel)

write your own ending: Elain decides that she needs to learn to protect herself in the face of the coming war. Only, the minute she goes looking, she finds Gwyneth Berdara in the library. Things do not go as planned. (Gwynlain)

yes and yes and yes: Gwyn is ready to have sex with a male, and she asks Azriel. To give her time to think it over, he tells her to wait until after the Valentine's ball at the river estate. This may have been a mistake. NSFW. (Gwynriel)

ACOTAR Snippets

Azris hallway hookup

Elucien pregnancy reveal

Emorie domestic fluff

Gwynriel pregnancy reveal

Gwynriel discuss That Necklace

Gwynriel Thanksgiving

Gwynriel Halloween (aka: the snippet that started my Gwynriel obsession)

Crescent City One-Shot Fics

morning breath: What if there had been something more than friendship between Bryce and Danika? And what if it had started before they'd even had their morning coffee?I'm just saying, it might have been glorious. NSFW. (Bryce/Danika)

we could be anything: What if Ruhn had met Agent Daybright at the Equinox ball? They might have gotten a beer, for starters. NSFW. (DayNight)

when the stars throw down their shields: The war is over, and so Ruhn and Lidia get matching tattoos. (DayNight)

All fics are also available on AO3. If you'd like to be added to my tag list, please comment and let me know. Thanks for reading! 🧡