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Full credit to the beautiful artist @ginavampina @ The Beautiful Darkness
#Gwynlain#Gwynlain fan art#ACOTAR#Sarah J. Maas#SJM#fan art#Gwyn Berdara#Gwyneth Berdara#Elain Archeron#Gwyn x Elain#Gwyn Berdara fan art#Gwyneth Berdara fan art#Elain Archeron fan art#Elain x Gwyn#reposted with credit#The Beautiful Darkness#reblogged with credit#ginavampina#reposted with permission#singular reblog with permission
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Me, upon seeing two women get pitted against each other for the sake of some guy: ok but what if they kissed instead? #feminism
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#gwynlain#gwyn berdara#elain archeron#gwyn x elain#acotar art#acotar fanart#acotar#acomaf#acosf#acowar#gwyneth berdara#acotar needs more yuri imo#but that honestly applies to most fandoms#my art#artists on tumblr#digital art
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random Gwynlain headcanon but imagine Elain always leaving little flowers in Gwyn‘s favourite books for her to randomly find them and Gwyn picking out books on flowers and plants and baking for Elain...
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"Elain saying “I don’t want a mate. I don’t want a male” clearly means she wants Azriel!!!"
"No she'll want Lucien!!"
"Azriel"
"Lucien"
WRONG WRONG WRONG ALL OF YOU
CLEARLY SHE WANTS A WOMAN, SHES LITERALLY SAYING EXACTLY THAT
GWYNETH BERDARA GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND SAVE YOUR WIFE
#the fact this fandom doesnt have more sapphic content for elain is a personal failure from everyone#how do you read a woman saying she doesnt want a male and not immediantly ship her with the next woman who walks in the door#or better yet MAKE HE ARO/ACE#YALL HAVE NO IMAGINATION#gwynlain#elain archeron#gwyneth berdara#gwyn x elain
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It's always "Elain will end up with Azriel!" "Elain will end up with Lucien!"
But what happens if Elain gets with Gwyn?
What are y'all gonna do now?
All this arguing just for these girls to be making out in the corner.
(Psst, I'm an elucien and gwynriel truther but this would be a funny outcome)
#acotar#elain archeron#azriel#lucien vanserra#gwyneth berdara#gwynlain#gwyn x elain#elain x gwyn#elucien#gwynriel
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One thing I hate about this ship-war is pitting Gwyn and Elain against each other. That side proving how Gwyn isn't relevant to the story and this side saying Elain is boring and useless.
Or when this side make memes (or even bring it into their fanfics if they're petty enough) about how Gwyn snatched Azriel from Elain and make Elain sound like a jealous ex and that side make Gwyn this evil creature just for Elain and Gwyn fight OVER A MAN!!!!
This is where I draw the line and I don't care if we share the same opinions you're blocked babes...
#i just saw this post from a quite popular blog#ive seen some sus things from them from time to time but this was the last straw#gwynriel#elucien#fandom fuckery#im scared to tag e/riel because i dont trust them for one bit#but i didnt expect to see something like this from our side#anyways Gwynlain for life#cottage core gf x warrior gf#gwynlain#gwyn x elain#pro gwyneth berdara#pro elain archeron#gwyneth berdara#elain archeron
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Guys i feel like crackships are the most fun part of this fandom so ima share my favs
Azris (this would be hilarious)
Eris x nuan (That acowar scene lives rent free in my head)
Nesris (My misunderstood older siblings :()
Nezriel (Az is sweeter to Nesta than cass is)
Feycien (would have been hotter then feysand and feylin)
Gwynlain (just to spite their haters)
Tamlin x Eris ( i don´t know i just thought of it but i like the vibes)
Jassa (only reason this is a crackship is because they have not had scenes like gwynriel or elucien but they have lots of potential)
Emerie x balthazar (we need a poc couple also just like eris and nuan that scene in acosf? In my head always)
I have more but i´ll let this sit
#azris#azriel x eris#feycien#feyre x lucien#eris x nuan#nesta x eris#nesris#gwynlain#gwyn x elain#tamlin x eris#jurian x vassa#jassa#don´t crucify me but i think other than jassa eris and nuan has a shot#emerie x balthazar#acotar series#acotar crackships#crackships
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Reposting a link to my Gwynlain fic! I hated the original name, so I've changed it.
Sweet Treats on Ao3
Sweet little teaser
“Ohhh…who’s this one for?” Gwyn teased, noting the love heart tart meant for Azriel. Elain’s cheeks flushed.
“Eh…I haven’t decided yet!” Where did that come from?
“It looks delicious,” Gwyn said, while licking off a bit of jam that got on her finger. Elain’s breath caught at the sight of it. The flush of her cheeks spread lower down her body.
“Y–You can have it?” she stammered out.
Gwyn’s eyes lit up. “Really? I thought it was for someone special?”
“I would like you to have it…if you want it?” Elain did not mean for the words to come out as seductively as they had.
Gwyn stared at her before biting her lip and saying, “I think I do want it…”
Gods, there was no air in the kitchen. Elain’s throat felt like it was closing up.
Gwyn took the tart and slowly raised it to her mouth, still staring at Elain. She licked the jam out of the centre and moaned at the taste.
“Fuck…this is so good,” Gwyn groaned out.
Elain was going to die. Her core tightened as she watched.
After a few more licks of the centre, Gwyn stopped to ask, “Do you want some?”
Elain could only nod, licking her lips in anticipation.
Gwyn moved gracefully towards her, bringing the tart towards Elain’s mouth. When she went to take a bite, Gwyn kept moving it back as Elain followed it. Their lips were so close now. Was she really going to do this?
Gwyn hesitated, waiting for Elain to make a move… and so she did.
Elain leaned up and pressed her lips against Gwyn’s, the sweet taste of strawberry jam still lingering on them. She moaned in pleasure at the taste, at the feel of Gwyn’s lips against her own.
#gwynlain#gwyneth berdara#elain archeron#pro elain archeron#let them kiss#acotar fanfiction#gwyn x elain#elain x gwyn
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Silvery Pink And Powdery Blue
Gwyn x Elain
Day 1 for @acotar-omegaverse-week — Nesting: Surely there's a perfectly normal, completely unsuspicious reason they're feeling an irresistible urge to arrange and rearrange the blankets and pillows... right?
a/n: have I ever mentioned how much I adore Gwynlain?
word count: 1.7k~
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“This would be perfect, don’t you think?”
Pink, rosey lips curve in a smile, the cocoa-eyed female presenting a rectangular teapot clutched delicately between her hands. It seems to be fashioned after a house, with creamy-pale bricking, and lush green vines clambering up the sides; clusters of four, small, powdery blue squares are set into the ceramic work to act in the stead of glass panes; a single, rouge door is in the centre of each of the longest sides, matching the hue of some of the flowers that have been lovingly painted on.
“Are you thinking of it as a gift?” Gwyn asks, eyeing the teapot, remembering the two others she’s bundled to the back of a shelf: one pale with fat dots of colour spotted across its glazed, round body; another painted in a shimmering, rose pink.
Straw-coloured brows draw together atop pale skin. “No, I was thinking of it for us. Wouldn’t it go perfectly beside the vase? The one we found in that mountain-top marketplace in Dawn.”
Gwyn smiles. “But what would we do with our other three? We hardly have need of one teapot between the two of us, let alone four.” Elain’s brow pinches further, pink lips pressing together. Cocoa eyes dip briefly away, before fixating on Gwyn’s teal set. “Don’t you think it would look nice, though?”
Gwyn takes a moment to pause. Look at her wife properly. Then she elevates her chin by a singular degree, carefully softening her own expression, a thought passing tentatively through the back of her mind. “I think the teapot’s lovely, but let’s look around some more. Then we can see what else there is on offer and think on this one.” Elain sighs, setting back the teapot where she found it. “I suppose that would be the more sensible option.” Then she glances back to her wife, “don’t let me forget it?” Gwyn smiles, teal eyes dazzling as they twinkle with affection. “I’ll remind you.”
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Throughout the pleasantly heated morning, Gwyn observes as her wife flitters about the market place, eyeing up patchwork quilts with gaudy red stitching then fluttering over to a different blanket, one comprised of the recycled fabrics of various coloured shirts; Elain peeks at pillow covers, ones with burnished gold tassels, others with rabbits in strawberry patches embroidered to the front, briefly assessing a floral case with bumblebees stitched along the hemming. The cocoa-eyed female browses silverware engraved with tessellating patterns that look like honeycomb, crockery with dashes and dots of warmly-coloured ink strokes painting the pale ceramic, more teapots and more sugar cups, tiny golden utensils fit for spooning crystallised honey or slicing squares of softened butter.
Gradually, the belief in the thought strengthens, and Gwyn begins compiling a mental checklist of foods they’ll likely need to get in—ones that require minimum effort to put together. Perhaps some cordials, too.
“Gwyn!” Elain calls, drawing her attention. Her wife has now moved onto clothes, and is holding aloft two silk pyjama shirts, one pale pink, the other powdery blue. Gwyn can’t help the affectionate curve of her tips as she paces over to stand at her wife’s side. “What do you think?” Elain contemplates, “I know we have a few sets, but will you feel these?” Gwyn smiles, taking the fabric between her fingers, feeling the cool slip of silk beneath her skin. She can’t deny how her heart beat quickens whenever Elain suggests something like this of her own volition, in this case it being mismatching sleepwear. They seem fairly light, too, and breathable, though that’s likely why Elain picked them out in the first place. She excels at seeking out perfect clothing on a good day, but now, with…something happening…
But they’ll tackle that when they get home. For now, it’s a pleasant day at the market.
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When evening falls and food is prepared, the two take up position on the sofa, a plate balanced on either end with forks in one hand and books in the other. It doesn’t take long once Elain has finished her meal however, to sidle closer to her wife, curling her body into the dips and divots available, seemingly only half interested in the book she’d selected for the night.
Gwyn smiles, glancing down at her omega, nosing lightly at the crown of her head. Elain releases a sound of contentment, pressing closer still, almost preening at the attention. Gwyn’s eyes twinkle knowingly, discarding her own book to pull her wife closer. “Tired, yet?” Gwyn murmurs, dropping a kiss to Elain’s forehead when she pulls back. “A little… I don’t want to go to bed yet, though.”
“What do you want to do?”
Elain’s eyes twinkle, and Gwyn’s blood heats at that look. But then Elain’s simply tucking herself closer, practically in her wife’s lap now, pushing her face to the crook between Gwyn’s shoulder and neck, huffing faint, ticklish breaths against the creamy skin. “You smell so good…” Elain murmurs, sounding how she gets around the afternoon, drowsing in their garden atop a picnic blanket, laying beneath dappled shade with a chilled glass of cordial at her side.
Garden-roughened palms push at Gwyn’s neckline, urging the fabric out of the way so as to unveil more skin, to taste and scent. Sure enough, Elain breathes in the familiar fragrance of her wife’s skin, able to differentiate between the shea butter and vanilla essence shower oils they have contained to a little metal rack in their washroom, and the distinctive crisp freshness of the outdoors that has returned to Gwyn’s skin after two years of shying from it.
Clipped-down nails loosen the strings to Gwyn’s dress, pulling them free lace by lace until Elain can push the fabric down from full, rounded shoulders, revealing the swell of muscle on her upper arms, the freckles that speckle her skin from days spent training in the early morning heat of summer. Elain trails the pads of her fingers along her wife’s collar bone, her pink lips skimming just behind, nosing along the elegant length of her throat. Elain’s tongue follows soon after, thighs shifting so her knees are either side of Gwyn’s hips, hands sweeping bright-coloured hair out of the way to make room for her mouth.
“Elain…” Gwyn murmurs, allowing her palms to open along the curve of the omega’s spine, fingers dancing a skipping march until they reach lower, one hand laying appreciatively atop the swell of her hind while the other travels midway up her back, stroking in circles. Elain’s scent has sweetened since this morning in the marketplace, her body feeling much more tender beneath Gwyn’s reverent palms.
Elain kisses her way up the length of Gwyn’s throat, pausing beneath her arched ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. Teal eyes gaze back at her when she pulls away. “Bed?” Elain murmurs, a drowsy smile on her soft, pink lips. Gwyn nods back, content to find what mischief Elain will unknowingly seek out once they reach their bedroom.
Sweet omega.
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As Gwyn had predicted, Elain spends the better part of an hour shuffling pillows around on their bed, swapping out cushions from sofas, and borrowing blankets draped over the backs of armchairs.
Gwyn waits peacefully, bathed in that powdery blue silk, watching as silvery-pink flits around the bedroom. It’s certainly come earlier that either of them would have expected, but it’s no matter.
When Elain finally comes to a pause, anxiously glancing over the wrappings, Gwyn takes her chance, silently stepping up to wrap blue arms around a pink torso. “That looks perfect.” Gwyn murmurs, pushing a kiss to her mate’s somewhat flushed cheek. “Do you think so?” Blunt enamel tugs at the plushness of Elain’s lower lip, “it’s missing something…”
“Probably its occupants.”
Elain huffs, shimmying out of her wife’s hold before making her way over to the armoire, nosing through the clothes until she finds what she’s looking for: a thickly woollen scarf Gwyn’s certain she hasn’t worn since the chill of the early new year. Cocoa eyes brighten with their find, hurrying over to the bed to trail it between the two healthy stacks of pillows. Elain beams, stepping back. “Now it’s perfect.”
Gwyn smiles secretively to herself, wondering if Elain’s aware of what’s going on, or if this is all instinctual for her. It’s certainly happened in the past where it’s taken a few days of supposed ‘spring cleaning’ for it to dawn on either of them, though those short days were swiftly overtaken with locked doors and messy floors, clothes strewn across the lovely carpet.
Gwyn follows when Elain settles into her nest, the sheets and blankets pooling around her middle before she wriggles down into the comfort, pressing her face to the woollen scarf.
“It’s certainly cozy,” Gwyn comments as she tucks her omega closer, noticing a further shift in her scent. “You like it?” Elain murmurs, fatigue evident in the heavy droop of her eyelids.
“It’s perfect.” Gwyn presses a kiss to the soft crown of burnished gold ringlets. “The perfect nest.”
A beat passes between them, Elain’s tender body briefly stiffening, before she’s groaning loudly, tilting her chin upward to gaze into amused, twinkling teal eyes. “How long have you known?” Elain huffs, laying her palms flat to Gwyn’s stomach, pushing gently at the muscle beneath her fingertips. Gwyn’s lips stretch into a smile, her eyes crinkling at the edges as she dips down, their brows almost touching.
“Only since this morning,” Gwyn whispers, doing nothing to fight the grin on her features. “This morning, Gwyneth?” Cocoa eyes gaze up at her wife, pretty pink lips parted in indignant disbelief. Gwyn chuckles, squeezing her omega tighter, feeling the fluttering pulse beneath her calloused touch as she guides ringleted hair from Elain’s neck, sweeping it over a silken shoulder. “It was only a thought,” Gwyn reassures. “I wasn’t certain until you mentioned my scent. And spent upwards of an hour rearranging our bed—that looks wonderful.” Gwyn takes care to stress that last part, so as to not upset her mate.
Elain narrows her sleepy eyes, but eventually the mild scowl gives way to a resigned sigh. “It’s not supposed to be here for another fortnight,” Elain huffs, giving into the soft pull of her wife’s touch, pressing against Gwyn’s chest. “I guess it decided to come early this time,” Gwyn muses, stroking Elain’s hair.
Narrow, elegant lips curve, mischief twinkling in teal eyes as she breathes in the already sweetening scent of her omega. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”
#gwynlain#gwynlain fic#elain x gwyn#gwyn x elain#acotaromegaverse2024#gwynlain omegaverse#silvery pink and powdery blue
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credit: ktellewriterstuff 💖 🌷 ✨
#Gwyn x Elain#stealth ship#wip#ACOTAR#Gwynlain#fan art#Gwynlain fan art#Gwyn Berdara#Elain Archeron#Elain x Gwyn#reposted with credit#ktellewriterstuff#reblogged with credit
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I’m spreading the Gwynlain agenda!🐚🌸
@thesistersarcheron has a Gwynlain fic called tiger lilies in the sun
@rosanna-writer also has a Gwynlain fic called now i’ve read all of the books beside your bed
@whisperingmidnights has a few drabbles/blurbs of Gwynlain
Gwynlain is everything ❤️
Links ~
tiger lilies in the sun
now i've read all of the books beside your bed
whisperingmidnights blog
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do you think you'd ever be inclined to write a non-reader fic for gwynlain 👀 (asking for totally unselfish reasons 🤞🤞🤞)
So, I hate to disappoint (stick with me), but personally writing x reader stuff is so much more fun!
With character x character stuff there isn't really any leeway? Or, like, the same margin of error as there is when writing x reader stuff? Throwing a reader into the acotar universe allows (for me) at least a little space and reason for why characters might be acting a little ooc, but with character x character stuff, since all the focus is actually on the characters themselves, I think you really have to have a good understanding of the ones you're writing which would just stress me out endlessly :')
That being said, have a few paragraphs of gwynlain intimacy because they're adorable and this is a one time thing:
Warnings: oral
Gwyn’s rosey lips gleam with arousal, pink tongue pulling the flavour into her mouth before leaning forward once more, running her tongue up Elain’s centre. Trailing the hardened tip in mean, teasing circles around Elain’s clit. Her legs tremble but Gwyn holds them still, making sure there’s plenty of room for her mouth to roam.
A sweet, wanton noise slips from Elain’s lips, nipples stiffening as sensitivity tingles through her body, hips trying to incline themselves from the pillow Gwyn had guided her to seat herself upon. Teal eyes glitter with hunger, the priestess dipping lower between her lover’s legs to lick the gathering arousal from the velvet of the cushion, from the insides of Elain’s thighs, from her shivering cunt, so desperate for another stroke of Gwyn’s tongue. To feel the priestess’ gleaming lips suction themselves around her aching clit.
Heat washes through Elain’s figure. Perspiration gathering between her breasts, in the divots beneath her knees, up the pathway of her spine. Coating her lithe form in a sheen of sweat.
Elain should be used to Gwyn’s torturous nature by now, the slow heat of her tongue as it licks up her centre, the gentle push of pressure atop her clit while Gwyn plays with her, taking her time in pulling pleasure to the surface so the orgasm is a cool stream of water down her spine, a relief that satiates the tightness in her body rather than an obliteration that leaves her drained and sleepy after.
Gwyn prefers it when she’s coherent enough to be put through another round.
Elain cries out when her lover pulls away, hot breath puffing dejectedly from rosey lips, honey-brown brows curving upward pleadingly as Gwyn crawls up from between her spread legs, guiding her back onto the bed, the mattress dipping either side of Elain’s head as Gwyn’s knees press down. Pale fingers lovingly soothe through the dampened ringlets of hair, nails scratching lightly as the priestess smiles, looking down at the pretty female held beneath her cunt. Just a few inches shy, but Elain’s already begun to calm now the scent of arousal is on the tip of her tongue.
“You’ve already had all your rewards,” Gwyn murmurs, stroking her thumb across the female’s brow.
“It’s your turn to give.”
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Moodboard Requests || GWYN & ELAIN
For @thesistersarcheron and @ultadverb
#gwynlain#gwyn x elain#gwyneth berdara#gwyn acotar#gwyn acosf#elain archeron#elain acotar#acotar moodboard#acotar#a court of thorns and roses#moodboardrequests
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Truth or Dare, Azriel?
For @panicatthenightcourt :) The request: Gwynriel and Elucien. Tipsy truth or dare and maybe things get a little bit messy? I chose to make this a modern AU since it wasn't specified hehe.
A/N: It's implied that they've been drinking but let me assure everyone that they're still fully in control of themselves. There is no infidelity in this fic, everything is consented to by all parties involved.
Gwynriel & Elucien ✦ Rated M ✦ 1.3k words ✦ on AO3
Azriel dropped his head onto Gwyn’s shoulder, closing his eyes and inhaling the scents of sunscreen and lavender shampoo.
The bonfire was crackling merrily and carving a pool of orange out of the deep violet night. Crickets chirped, frogs trilled, and the lake water lapped gently at the sand.
He was tipsy.
Gwyn smelled fucking amazing.
There were still four days left of their vacation.
He was at his favorite place with his favorite people.
It was too….
No.
Azriel sat up, blinking against the firelight and reminding himself that he was allowed to have this without the constant fear of it being stripped away.
Some things were truly good. Other shoes didn’t always drop.
“Everything alright, Az?” Elain asked. She was curled into Lucien’s side across the fire from them.
“Yeah, fine. I just spaced out.” He hoped his face betrayed nothing. The last thing he needed was for Lucien to spend the rest of their vacation calling him Sadzriel again.
“Okay,” Gwyn exclaimed with a clap of her hands. “We are going to play a game because it’s too early for us to be getting tired. Besides, we need to give them—” she jerked her head toward the house on the hill “—more time before the cabin will be safe.”
Half an hour earlier, Nesta had dragged Cassian away from the fire claiming she was “tired.” Rhys and Feyre made their excuses not long after.
Gwyn had a point. Even if they wanted to go to bed right now, Azriel knew none of them would be able to fall asleep due to the volume of the others' activities. It was the one downside of this pine-sheltered haven on the lake.
“What kind of game?” Lucien asked.
Azriel turned to his right. The flames danced tangerine in the teal reflection of Gwyn’s eyes making them gleam with a devilish light.
His girlfriend shot him a sly smile. “Truth or Dare.”
Elain grinned, “I’m in.”
“Me too,” Lucien said with a huff of laughter.
“Az?”
His past experiences of Truth or Dare weren’t what Azriel would call fond memories. Then again, maybe that was an unavoidable consequence of playing with Rhys and Cassian instead of being the fault of the game itself. And the way Gwyn was looking up at him all wide-eyed and lower lip caught between her teeth the way she knew drove him crazy….
“Fine, I’m in too.”
“Don’t sound so excited about it,” Lucien chuckled and Azriel threw an empty beer can at his head.
“If you had my memories of Truth or Dare, you wouldn’t be so psyched about it either,” Azriel grumbled.
It didn’t take long for the game to spiral in the direction that Azriel had been dreading. They made it once around the circle and then it was Elain’s turn again. He knew it was going to be bad no matter which option he chose. The world may think Elain Archeron the epitome of sweet kindness, but those close to her knew better than to fall to that facade. Elain Archeron could be the devil in disguise.
“Truth or dare, Azriel?” she asked, her tone intentionally disarming.
Knowing Elain for as long as he had, he knew she knew things about him that few did—that Gwyn didn’t. Not yet, at least. They’d been together for a year but some things he wanted to share were so weighty that a year might not be strong enough to hold them. To choose “truth” would be too risky.
“Dare.” Azriel leaned back, leveling Elain with a look of challenge to belie his fear of her next words.
“I dare you to kiss Lucien. For at least five seconds. With feeling.”
And Elain looked so smug at that, Azriel couldn’t help but laugh. Lucien was very attractive. Had they met in a bar and weren’t attached, he’d waste no time. “What do you say, Lucien?”
Lucien wore a smirk as he pushed off the log to stand. “If the ladies want a show, and you are willing, who am I to deny them?”
Azriel rose, moving until they were standing nearly chest to chest. “Oh, if it’s what the ladies want, I’m all in.”
He shot a questioning glance toward Gwyn over his shoulder. It was only a fun game if everyone thought so, if she didn’t want him to do this he wouldn’t. But Gwyn was smiling, and she waved her hands as if to say by all means, please continue.
So, Azriel reached and tangled his fingers in the thick red hair at Lucien’s nape. He winked at Gwyn. “I always have had a thing for redheads,” and then he stepped into Lucien’s space.
Lucien was slightly taller than him. Azriel had forgotten until he had to tilt his chin at the last second. The kiss started out questioning: hi there, hello—drawing back, a second chaste brush and press—we’re doing this, yes we are.
Then it turned exploratory: how good of a kisser are you?—adding pressure—very good I’ll have you know—Lucien’s hands on either side of his jaw, tipping Azriel’s head as he took control. Azriel nipped Lucien’s lower lip in response to the challenge.
Someone wolf-whistled. Probably Gwyn. Azriel took that as his cue to slow, and Lucien did the same.
The kiss ended sincerely: that was rather nice—a strong press—it was, wasn’t it—parting, then coming back for one last peck, featherlight and lingering.
They stepped away from each other, smiling. Lucien offered Azriel his hand, “Nice work.”
Azriel shook it, “You weren’t too bad yourself.”
Lucien rolled his eyes and went back to sit beside Elain. “Was it everything you hoped for?”
Elain, whose red cheeks (though not as red as Gwyn’s when Azriel looked) were answer enough, but she huffed a laugh, “And then some. I don’t know what I expected but that was… something.”
Lucien arched an eyebrow, glancing between Azriel and Gwyn with a silent question. Azriel couldn’t deny that the idea intrigued him, but that was something to think about for another night. Now he needed revenge.
“Elain—Truth or dare?” Azriel already knew which one she would choose, but they had to play the game.
“Dare.”
Just as he had hoped.
“I dare you to ask Gwyn to go skinny dipping in the lake with you right now.”
“Oh,” Elain feigned surprise. “So that’s how it’s going to be? What do you say, Gwyn, should we give the boys a taste of their own medicine?”
“Now hold on. That wasn’t—” Azriel’s half-hearted protest was interrupted when Gwyn stood up and tugged off her (it was actually his, but she’d stolen it) hoodie.
“There is nothing I would like more,” Gwyn replied with a wicked-looking grin aimed at Azriel.
Elain and Gwyn walked down the beach, a trail of discarded clothes marking their path to the lakeshore.
Slowly, Azriel and Lucien rose and turned as one, as if there were little more than puppets on strings.
Inky water swallowed pale limbs and soft curves as they walked further out. The two women seemed to glow in the light of the nearly full moon reflecting off the breeze wrinkled surface of the lake. They were ethereal, otherworldly, like nymphs or sirens.
Azriel glanced at Lucien to find the man already looking at him. They exchanged nods, starting to follow the trail their girlfriends had left behind.
Gwyn and Elain stopped when the water was just below their shoulders. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew their hands were in each other's wet hair and they were kissing.
“Fuck me.” The words sounded like they’d been punched out of Lucien’s gut.
“Yeah,” Azriel breathed. He shared the sentiment.
“Well boys,” Gwyn’s voice carried over the water. “Are you going to just stand there or are you going to join us?”
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Modern Au in which Elain and Gwyn are girlfriends and both are swifties and so Elain proposes to Gwyn during Love Story at the eras tour
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