#gwyn week 2024

[gwynweekofficial]

For Day 1 - Family and friends

Commission by @ktreadsthings

Artist - @majuandrad

[darkest-fantasy]

All these Elriels making burner accounts to spread hate just confirms how obsessed they are with Gwynriel.

[lady-embers]

Gwyn Week Day 7: Free Day

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This quick sketch of Gwyn was done by the talented tomandosal!

The past week has been an absolute joy seeing all the Gwyneth Berdara love for Gwyn Week. She is a character a lot of us can relate and rally around.

I can't wait to read more about her and discover her past, her powers, and what all she can do and be as she continues on the path of healing and growth. She will be an unstoppable force to be reckoned with. I just know it.

To all the Gwyneth Berdara's out there, never give up. Keep your light shining bright and looking to the horizon of a new day. Don't let those hard days win. For you are a survivor and a warrior 💖

[artinelysian]

Coloured sketch of the loml Gwyneth Berdara for @gwynweekofficial ! I imagined her about to slap someone as I was drawing this, hence why she looks so pissed off😂

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynweekofficial Day 7 - Free Day

Summary: Gwyn pulls Azriel in her bedroom when they come back from their date. It seems this night is about to end differently from their other nights. Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: NSFW!

Read on Ao3 or below the cut

Gwyn opened the door to her bedroom before turning back to Azriel. The smile she gave him was one that had been plastered on her face for most part of the evening. Tonight had not been one of their typical night outs in Velaris. There had still been dinner at their favourite restaurant and the walk along the Sidra. Their time together had still been filled with talks and laughs, and the occasional moments of comfortable silence when they simply enjoyed the presence of the other.

Gwyn didn’t think that it could be more perfect. Until a random topic of conversation snowballed into something bigger and deeper. They had opened their hearts to each other tonight, confessing the depths of their affection for each other in a way that left no room for doubts.

Trusting Azriel with her heart had come at the pace of nature, slow and steady. In the course of several months, he had gone from being her saviour to one of the persons who had taught her how to save herself. He had then grown into her friend, her confidant, and eventually the one who she longed for the most in a way she never thought she would with anyone.

As though their minds were one and the same, Gwyn stood on her tiptoes at the same time as Azriel leaned down. Their lips met halfway in a kiss. Usually, one of them would be the first to pull away, offer a “goodnight”, wait to get one back, steal another kiss, then walk away. But this time, it didn’t happen that way.

Gwyn grabbed the front of his shirt, and instead of playfully shoving him away, she pulled him closer. Azriel grabbed her by the waist and did the same with her. The kiss turned more urgent, as though they needed that final proof that they belonged to each other. Gwyn didn’t question her body as she started walking back inside the room. She held onto him tightly to prevent that he stopped kissing her to ask if this was okay like he so often did when things between them took a step further. This was more than okay. In fact, it was not enough.

Azriel’s shadows closed the door to Gwyn’s bedroom at her silent request. She walked until the back of her legs hit the grey loveseat in the room. She broke their kiss and looked into the eyes of Azriel. She couldn’t believe that this male had proudly called himself hers. Her Shadowsinger, she giggled at the thought. His shadows swirled against her ears and cheeks like they were reminding her of their reciprocated love for her.

Azriel raised his eyebrows. “What’s so funny?”

Gwyn shook her head with a smile. She turned them around and pushed on Azriel’s chest until he fell on the loveseat. His wings spread out wide open behind him. His eyes remained glued on her as she parted her legs and straddled his lap. Azriel placed his hands back on her, right at the seam of her short crimson dress that had risen higher up her thighs. Gwyn placed her hands on his shoulder and brought her face closer to his. “Touch me,” she breathed against his lips.

Azriel squeezed her thighs with his large hands. “I am.”

She lowered her hands to his chest. “More,” she said as she started unbuttoning his black shirt. “I need more.”

She made quick work of the garment and set about roaming her hands across his exposed skin. They kissed again, their lips and tongue even more eager than before. Gwyn grabbed his wrists and glided them under the fabric of her dress. She didn’t stop until his hands were spread on her backside and he firmly held her. The delicious pressure made her want to squeeze her legs together.

Gwyn slid herself forward until she was so close to him that she felt his hardening cock pressing right against her centre. Azriel groaned into her mouth when she instinctively began grinding against him. A smug kind of pride filled her at the knowledge that every reaction he was having and every sound he was making were yet another thing about him that was hers. In 500 years, and of all the creatures in Prythian, it was her that Azriel had chosen to give his heart to. And the feeling was as glorious as what his body was doing to her.

Gwyn slipped the thin straps of her dress down her shoulders until she could take her arms completely out of them. The dress bunched at her waist, leaving her breasts completely exposed and her backside covered by her sheer black underwear and Azriel’s hands.

“I want you to make me come for you,” she said, sending every ounce of confidence in her eyes as she could when she looked at him.

Without tearing his gaze away from her, Azriel brought one of his hands between them. A sigh left Gwyn’s mouth when he pushed her underwear aside and touched her there.

“Is this good?”

She couldn’t have lied even if her life depended on it. “Gods yes.”

His fingers circled her clit, glided down to her entrance and came back to that sensitive bud again.

Gwyn wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. “I promise to tell you if I don't like something.”

His mouth moved from her lips to her cheeks and down her neck. “I also want you to tell me what you like,” he said before he dragged his tongue on the column of her throat. She suddenly regretted not having done all this sooner but immediately decided that she would definitely strive to make up for the time they lost.

“This,” she ground harder against his hand. “I love this. And this…” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and moved his head so he could pay attention to her breasts. It was not the first time that he was seeing her. But it was the first time that he was sucking on her nipples while two of his fingers were slowly sliding inside her.

The sound that left her mouth from the onslaught of pleasure was so loud that, had she cared, she would have worried it would wake the entire House of Wind. But it was nothing compared to the one that followed as an orgasm suddenly hit her. Stars exploded behind the lids of her closed eyes and Gwyn bathed in every second of the ecstasy that he brought her. When she opened her eyes again, it was to the sight of Azriel gazing at her in wonder.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, before he surged forward and pressed his lips to hers once again. His fingers were still inside her, and Gwyn felt no shame in admitting that she wanted them there for longer.

“Can I touch you too?” she asked, her hands already at his waistband.

Azriel took one of her hands and spread it on the obvious bulge between his legs. “You can do whatever you want sweetheart.”

“Thank fuck,” Gwyn muttered as she hastily unbuttoned his pants – the fabric damp from when she had rubbed against him – and released his cock.

She felt no fear nor doubt when she dragged her fingers on her sex, stopping him from removing his hand as she gathered the wetness there. She wrapped that same hand around his shaft and stroked him. She started with slow, experimental movements, watching his face for any indication of mistake from her part. She twisted her hand with a squeeze that made him close his eyes with a wince. He didn’t stop her. So, Gwyn asked,

“Am I doing good?”

Azriel let out a chuckle that made her go more wet than she already was. “You’re doing more than good. Don’t stop,” he gritted out and plunged three fingers deeper inside her.

Gwyn threw her head back and cried out. Her hands around his cock sped up like his did inside her. Her free hand pulled on the silky strands of his hair as his mouth alternated between her breasts. The shadows brushed along her spine and made her shiver.

Gwyn rode his fingers until she felt herself approaching that blissful peak again. She tightened her grip on his cock. What she mumbled in between moans and gasps could have been his name or a plea to keep going, she didn’t know nor did she care. All that mattered was the way Azriel kissed her and held her closer as she climaxed again. Her hand instinctively squeezed his cock a little harder. She didn’t stop pumping him despite her mind-blowing pleasure that coursed through her. A few more strokes of his throbbing cock were all it took for him to come apart in her hand. His cum spilled all over her hands and stomach.

It took them a little while – foreheads touching and their breaths mingling – before they both eventually came down from their high. Gwyn had once thought that nothing could beat being hugged by him. Then she had been proven wrong when she had learned what it was to kiss him. Earlier tonight, this had been bested by the confirmation that he loved her. But now, she understood that there was so much more to experience with him. Things that she had been afraid to hope for before. But not anymore.

Gwyn pulled away from him and stood on weak legs. She stepped out of the low heels she had not realised she was still wearing. Then she dragged her crumpled dress and her soaked underwear down her legs. His shadows followed the same path as his eyes did on every inch of her bare skin. A silly smile spread on Gwyn’s lips when she looked down at his cum running down her stomach.

She looked at her Shadowsinger and extended her hand towards him. He looked thoroughly debauched with his drunken smile, his hair like a nest, his shirt and pants open, and his cock out. With how stunning he looked, she needed to make sure that he ended up like this more often.

“Will you stay with me tonight?”

Azriel took her hand and stood. His answer came with a peck on her lips. Gwyn pulled him in the direction of her adjoining bathing room, her mind already considering all the things they could do while in there.

[orphicauroras]

Happy @gwynweekofficial everyone 🩵

Gwyn Week 2024: DAY 6 | AU

In another universe, I see Gwyn as a bookstore owner who occasionally writes. She has a ginger cat with the same attitude as her, named Silver, and she loves to sing

[highkeyholly]

@gwynweekofficial

what about gwyn’s character resonated with me?

while i could gush about gwyn for hours, one of the things i admire most about her is her bravery within herself.

it takes a lot of courage to do deep self reflection and recognise that not only do you need to make a change, but to follow through with it. whether that’s being the first to sign up for training, or to admit that your safe haven is not your forever, and that there’s a big scary world around ready to be conquered. not only does she acknowledge the hard work ahead, but she follows through with it.

while many admire gwyn for her outward bravery, her ability to meaningfully self reflect and make steps in her own healing inspires me daily.

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Day 4: Adventure

@gwynweekofficial

A sleepless night leads Gwyn to join Azriel for a night out at Rita’s.

Word Count: 1.3k

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Snippet:

Gwyn threw the covers from her body, accepting that she was going to have another sleepless night. Which was bad considering that Merrill was expecting her to be at work early in the morning.

She changed out of her gown into a pair of training leathers. Then silently ascended the stairs, heading for the training ring, deciding that she would practice with her sword until she was fatigue enough to get some sleep.

But the ring was already occupied.

[tsunami-of-tears]

Gwyneth Berdara x 1989

And time can heal, but this won't

A/N: I COMPLETELY forgot to queue this one for Gwyn week 😭 @gwynweekofficial I also drew this before my Elain / Pen artwork, so my skills have vastly improved already 🫶���

✧ Please do not repost or use with AI ✧

[gwynweekofficial]

Gwyn stepping out of the library and exploring Velaris to her hearts content with the people she loves .... for the adventure prompt this artwork by kloartz thats full of light love and vibrancy is everything ♥️

Character by Sarah J Maas

[sserrafeim]

I think we should change Gwyn week into Gwyn month, it’ll heal me

[thevalkyriesshadow]

Less than 24 hours until Gwyn Week starts!!

What is everyone most excited to see? Fanart? Fanfics? Headcanons? All the above?!

On another note, I know there are some people who are gunna try and make less than favorable comments, and this may be the preschool teacher in me, but just remember:

What matters most is that you like what you've created. What matters most is that you had fun. What matters most is that you have an incredible support system of people who love Gwyn and love what you've created!

If anyone needs anything at all, my chat and inbox are always open!

Let's make Gwyn Week 2024 the best Gwyn Week yet! 🎉🎉🎉

[darkest-fantasy]

Why is Gwyn Week triggering them so much? 👀👀😅

[gwynniethenymph]

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🫶

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynweekofficial Day 2 - Psyche

A drabble based on chapters 23 and 24 of acosf...

Gwyn’s thoughts once again went back to her last conversation with Nesta, and to what she had witnessed later in the library between her new friend and Cassian. It was strange, both the fact that she was referring to the General of the Night Court by his name and that she considered Nesta her friend. The latter felt rather good.

The exchange between Nesta and Cassian had felt like a hammer, nailing the female’s words deeper in Gwyn’s mind. Nesta had described her training as learning to breathe and stretch and fight. From where she had stood and watched at the railing, Gwyn had caught a glimpse of what her friend had felt in that moment. It had seemed empowering and rewarding.

Cassian hadn’t acted like an arrogant brute with Nesta. He had been patient and respectful, asking for her permission to touch her. All traits that should be the norm but that sadly weren’t. He had also seemed eager to teach Nesta the proper skills she needed to defend herself.

Do that with more force and you’ll shatter a male’s jaw, he had said after Nesta had punched him in the face. If you did that against an opponent, they’d be on the ground, gasping for air, he’d added.

Gwyn also wanted to know how to shatter a male’s jaw. The next time someone would dare touch her without her consent, she wanted to have the ability to strike them hard enough that their lungs would collapse, just like Cassian had said earlier.

Gwyn hadn’t lied when she’d told Nesta that she was not a warrior. Cassian was a warrior. The Shadowsinger who saved her at Sangravah was a warrior. The Valkyries were warriors. Nesta could also be a warrior. She was already halfway there with her will of steel. Gwyn was just an acolyte who couldn’t fight, not even to protect herself and those she loved when it was needed.

If she had the skills Nesta was learning, perhaps she could have protected herself and her sister better. Perhaps, she thought as she sat up in her bed, she could learn. If not for the sake of protecting Prythian like warriors did, but if one punch could make the difference between life and death, then perhaps she could learn to protect herself.

Nesta’s words and actions played again and again in her mind. You could come to training if you want another sort of adventure, her friend had offered. Gwyn suddenly felt like all of this was a sign, an opportunity presented to her. A new friend, a new goal to work towards, a new adventure.

She threw her blanket to the floor and abruptly stood before her demons came back and convinced her to change her mind. Still barefoot, she yanked the door to her room open and walked towards the library.

She snatched the first pen she found on Clotho’s desk and approach the pillar where the sign-up sheet was pinned. Gwyn closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths before she brought the pen to the paper. She would do this for her sister. For her new friend. But also, she would do this for herself.

After she turned around and returned to her bedroom, instead of an empty sheet was one with a single name written on it in bold letters. One name, ready for the next adventure. GWYN.

[orphicauroras]

Happy @gwynweekofficial 🩵

Gwyn week 2024: Day 3 | Priestess

I was a priestess—an acolyte still—before I came here.” She added a shade quietly, “In Sangravah.”

After all Gwyn went through to save the children, we better see her meet them. Imagine the heartbreak and soul-shattering sorrow morphing into acceptance and healing as Gwyn realizes she did not, in fact, fail her sister. She feels like she failed everyone, and seeing those children might finally alleviate her of those thoughts. I firmly believe it will be a pivotal moment for Gwyn and her journey towards healing.