#gwynriel fanfics

[bookishwithathought]

❄️In Warm Embrace❄️

After a long moment, Azriel broke the kiss and pulled Gwyn down onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and burying his face into the freckled crook of her neck. “Hmm I missed you,” Az murmured against the shell of her ear. Gwyn let out a soft sound of contentment, brushing her hand over his shoulder and wrapping it around the nape of his neck. “You say that every day.” Az took a deep breath, as though inhaling her into his lungs, and lifted his eyes to meet hers. “Because it’s true."

Welp, I have done it.

This is a snippet from a fanfic I have finally dared to share, inspired by this beautiful artpiece @aggiedraws created and surprised me with as a holiday gift.

Full fic now live on AO3: “In Warm Embrace”

Aggie, I love you, dear chingu amiga. Thank you for creating such beautiful art that inspires this little heart to write.

Special thanks to IG/ktreadsthings for holding my hand while I freaked out about sharing my writing with the world.

On the playlist:

💖Happy (belated) Winter Solstice and Happy Holidays💖

[bearbluebooks]

A commission for a Court of Whispered Melodies made by @lucielart

I am so excited to finally share this commission made by the super talented @lucielart. Be sure to check her out on Instagram!

For day 7 @gwynrielweeksofficial - healing

The vision for the piece was inner calm, rest, peace.

I believe they will be each other’s safe spaces through their mutual understanding of hurt and trauma. Azriel will be finally able to breathe and lay down his head to rest as Gwyn watches over him. Azriel will help her realize her own strength and resilience.

I can’t wait to explore this theme and their journey in the fic. Read the first three chapters on AO3.

[darkest-fantasy]

I can just imagine Elain and Lucien stuck at an Inn. Lucien is hurt, it is raining, they’re both frustrated. Then it all comes out all at once, all the feelings bottled up after all these years.

“I burn for you. I burn for someone who does not feel the same!”

“You burn for me?” Elain asks, one hand placed over her throat.

“Why do you think I went to find Vassa? With no army, no resources? Completely blind into dangerous territory?” He says in a whisper.

Elain takes a step back, her back hitting the wall, shaking her head in disbelief. “I-”

Lucien lowers his head but takes a step forward, closing in on them. He places a hand on the wall behind them. Elain can feel his heat elapse along his skin.

“I’ve burned for you even before I knew you were my mate. I burned for you when I broke out of those restraints. I’ve burned for you the second I laid my eyes on you.”

There was one single pause, and then Elain felt the tug, his heart, his heat.

“I burn for you.” Elain could not believe she said it, that it finally all came out.

[gwynrielshappyendings]

Unwrap the ✨️spice✨️ this holiday season with a special gift from a few of us in the Gwynriel community!

Gwyn and Az have been gifted the Kama Sutra for Solstice. Join them as they explore the positions and each other. 😉

Fics will post daily between December 1st-24th.

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[shadowriel]

Until Sunrise

Chapter 1: fates entwined like thread

Summary: Unable to sleep, Gwyneth Berdara decides that it’s time to find her royal guard a new hobby. Yet, between the palace grounds and a rundown tavern, her relationship with Azriel morphs into something more.

A/n: @witchlingsandwyverns It's me, your secret Santa! I'm incredibly excited and honoured to be able to give you this gift. I definitely had a fangirl moment when I realized I was assigned to you, and I've had so much fun getting to know you better over the past couple months. I hope this fic gives you a "hit of the goodshit."

Read here on AO3, and a snippet below:

Maybe it’s the late hour or the need for company, but that desire sparks aflame in her. It makes her fingers tingle as she sets her book aside. It burns the pads of her bare feet as she hurries across the ice cold marble flooring and pulls the door to her room open.

The effort forces a soft sound from her lips.

In response, Azriel turns on his heels to face her. Not startled, but surprised as he pauses mid-step. His hazel eyes widen, already scanning the space beyond them. A lifetime of training has ingrained the trait into him—to always be on guard, to routinely assess for perceived threats.

“Are you alright?” he asks, voice low. He strides towards her, a single scarred hand coming to rest atop the dagger fastened at his hip.

Gwyn nods, a quick dip of her chin. “I am.”

When he doesn’t respond immediately, she does what feels most natural and presses her palm flat against his broad chest. She applies the slightest amount of pressure, drawing his attention.

“Azriel, I’m perfectly fine.” With her free hand, Gwyn gestures to herself. “See?”

His gaze dips downwards at that, dark lashes fluttering like the beat of delicate wings. At the sight of her nightgown, Azriel’s brown skin flushes an enticing shade of pink. The colour only deepens as his eyes linger on the hand wedged between them before shifting to settle on her face. 

“Perfectly fine,” he repeats. His features remain stoic, except his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. 

For the @acotargiftexchange

And bringing back some form of a gwynriel taglist: @foundress0fnothing @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @trashforazriel @sv0430 @sunshinebingo @shadowsxgwynriel @thelovelymadone @damedechance @talons-and-teeth @corcracrow @bibliophiliaxvignette

[wishcamper]

‧₊˚AO3 Masterlist‧₊˚

Nessian

𓆰♕𓆪 A Court of Vice and Victors - Acosf rewrite ft mental healthcare, emotionally intelligent Nessian, Illyrian rebellion, and IC reckoning. Current main longfic, ongoing. 28/40

𓆰♕𓆪 ACOVAV Bonus Chapters - Missing moments from my main fic, ongoing. 5/?

𓆰♕𓆪 smoke signals - modern thanksgiving AU, nesta and cassian bond over being problem children. Ongoing. 4/?

𓆰♕𓆪 My Sweetest Downfall - Samson and Delilah AU, angst with a happy(ish?) ending. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 Hands Down - Beach AU meet-cute with hot lifeguard Cassian. One-shot for now.

𓆰♕𓆪 Win Lose or Draw - Nesta and Cassian vacation in Day, Cassian is a simp for his wife. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 Is This It? - Toxic!Nessian acofas canon divergence, big ouch, big angst. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 Five More Minutes - Fluffy Nesta POV slice-of-life. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 High Stakes - Nesta runs an underground poker game and Cassian is still a simp for his wife. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 Out of the Fog, Into the Mist - Witcher!Cassian and sorceress!Nesta Witcher AU. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 i can picture it (after all these days) - Soft modern AU ft mental health struggles and questions about kids. One-shot.

𓆰♕𓆪 the choiceless hope in grief - ACOWAR missing moments when Cassian goes to visit Nesta at the HoW, and confronts more than he bargained for. Multi-chapter, 2/3.

𓆰♕𓆪 would it be enough? - modern AU songfic based on peace by TS. When Cassian gets down on one knee, Nesta has a question of her own. One-shot.

Gwynriel

𓆩♡𓆪 Dark Matter - Grad student AU ft neuropsych student Gwyn and insomniac Azriel. On hiatus. 1/?

Misc.

ʚ🔮ɞ Thicker Than Water - Nesta gets more than she bargained for when she asks Cassian about his past sexcapades. One-shot.

ʚ🔮ɞ Killing Amren - Killing Eve-inspired Nesta x Amren relationship post-acosf. One-shot.

[gilde-in-shade]

Hello everyone :)

Waiting for an announcement from sjm … I wrote a fanfiction about elriel. A slow burn. A forbidden love. I'll just give you the summary below:

Elain and Azriel haven't exchanged a single word since the last solstice, but the tension between them is still palpable. Each carries in silence the weight of this unfinished bond, a forbidden love that seems ready to boil over. One day, in the hushed calm of the library, the fragile barrier between their desires almost collapses. Elain, haunted by enigmatic visions, knows that something irrevocable is approaching. In the light-filled garden, she waits for him, her heart beating to the rhythm of a truth they can no longer escape.

the link to read it :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58797736

The content is mature, so you need to press ‘yes’. Don't hesitate to leave a like or a comment if you liked it, it would help me a lot in my improvement :)

[gwynazzzzz]

Azriel: ‘I’m working late, cos I’m a singerrrrrr’

(to the shadows) you look so good, wrapped around my finger

[daevastanner]

A Gwynriel Pam and Jim inspired Oneshot

Are You Free?

Read on Ao3

A snippet:

Gwyn could feel the weighty gaze of Emerie and Nesta upon her as she sipped her wine. In truth she wasn’t thirsty and she’d drunk much more than intended, but she needed a break from answering their incessant questions. Her mouth being full wouldn’t stop them.

“Are you alright?” Emerie pressed, uncorking a third bottle of wine.

No, Gwyn thought, swallowing. 

Instead she shrugged her shoulders. “I will be.” 

Nesta leaned forward from where she sat cross-legged beside Emerie on the plush rug, placing a gentle hand on Gwyn’s knee. “What can we do?”

Gwyn smiled wryly, reaching for the bottle of wine Emerie had opened. She poured herself another hearty glass. “Continue to drink with me.” 

Nesta frowned, withdrawing her hand and turning her gaze to the private library’s roaring hearth. “Are you angry with Elain?” 

Gwyn shook her head. “No, no. She’s an innocent third party. She’s done nothing to warrant my anger.” 

“Then you’re angry with Azriel,” Emerie said, raising her brows.

Nesta’s head snapped back in Gwyn’s direction. It was the priestess’s turn to avert her gaze. She let her eyes scan the books on the shelves while she sifted through her mind on how best to reply. Was there any reason to really be angry with Azriel? If anything he should be angry with her. 

She’d waited until the eve of his moving to the Day Court with Elain to tell him about the bond and her feelings. He’d given her his answer to both facts. What was there to be angry about? 

‘I… The bond makes no difference,’ Azriel said, his expression unreadable. ‘Gwyn… I’m moving with Elain tomorrow.’

‘I know,’ Gwyn replied. ‘I just didn’t want to leave it unsaid. You deserve… You deserve the truth, Shadowsinger. That’s all.’

He’d called training off the next moment. Leaving the ring with a stilted goodbye.

“I’m not mad at Azriel. If anything, both he and Elain should be angry at me,” Gwyn murmured, finally looking back at her sisters. “I told him the truth with the intent of seeing if it would disrupt their plans.” She winced at Nesta. “Are you angry with me? She’s your sister–”

“You’re my sister too,” Nesta said sternly, her lips a flat line. “And I’ve made no secret of my ambivalence for that… relationship.” 

Emerie’s face twisted. “They make a pretty pair, that’s true but there’s no… flavor.”

Nesta nodded. “They’re nice together, but he just–” she cut off, appearing to gather herself. She fixed her attention upon Gwyn. “He comes alive with you.”

Heat rushed to the priestess’s cheeks. “I’m told Elain makes him laugh.”

“You make him laugh!” Emerie insisted. “And you make him tell jokes and tease and–”

“--And be himself,” finished Nesta. 

Gwyn felt her throat tighten as a million memories came to mind. 

Read the rest on Ao3

[damedechance]

is it that sweet? (i guess so)

🤎 read on ao3 // playlist

Pairing: Gwynriel Words: 8.6k Rating: Explicit Summary: Based on 'Espresso' by Sabrina Carpenter, Az can't get Gwyn out of his mind and Gwyn hardly acknowledges his existence. She calls him after her set one night, and asks him if he wants to hang out. Of course he does.

🤎 snippet below:

xxxx

The phone rings three times, then disconnects.

Mouth hanging open, Azriel stares down at the screen and tries to come to terms with the fact that she just declined his call. Not for the first time, and he’s certain it won’t be the last. Gwyneth Berdara has never given him the time of day, and Azriel was just pathetic enough to keep crawling back.

The mattress creaks beneath him as Azriel rolls over, phone still propped up in his palm, and looks out the window at the indigo sky dotted by stars. He sighs, tossing his phone onto the empty pillow beside him, and covers his face with both hands. Gwyn doesn’t exactly give him the time of night, either.

Why should she? It’s not like she’s in short supply of people enraptured by her, as Azriel is. Tonight alone, he’s sure the bar she’s working at tonight is full of them. Velaris loves her.

Still, he’d halfway expected some sort of answer when she’d been the one to text him first, for once. Nothing especially profound, but seeing that little ‘hey’ pop up across the top of his screen while Azriel was scrolling through his friends’ stories just for a glimpse of her–it had been enough for Azriel to practically leap out of his skin racing to answer it. He’d waited nearly an hour for her next text, and she’d been the one to write ‘call me.’

Only, she didn’t pick up the phone. In fact, she’d declined the call.

Groaning, Azriel rakes his hands back through his hair before dropping them at his sides. They bounce lightly against the comforter that he hasn’t bothered slipping under, but he suddenly feels too hot to get beneath it, now. The ceiling fan casts long, spiraling shadows on his bedroom ceiling, and in a huff of frustration, Azriel leans over to his nightstand and shuts off the light. If he’s going to spend another Saturday night alone, he might as well try to get some sleep.

He does make sure to keep his ringer on, however.

[frainstryan]

when a fic is so good this happens:

[thedeviltohisangel]

Love Me Like I'm Brand New

a/n: HAPPY GIFT EXCHANGE @freakingata ! It is I, your Secret Santa! I have so thoroughly enjoyed chatting with you over these last few weeks and picking your brain about so many different topics. I hope you enjoy this fluffy, smutty, bantering take on Nessian and that you have the most wonderful holiday season ever!

@acotargiftexchange

warnings: slight smut

With a huff, she blew a strand of hair away from her eyes and focused on the scrawled recipe on the counter. It was a traditional Illyrian dinner of layered potatoes, root vegetables and fried onions then covered in stewed tomatoes before it was baked over the hearth. She had learned the recipe from one of the best. Gwyn had taken her along for tea at Rosehall where her mate’s mother had expressed her joy for the traditional dish and the warm memories it could stir in any who had transited Illyria. Nesta had thought about the date with a small star in her diary. And thought that such a surprise could be nice to mark the occasion.

If only the knife would cut the vegetables thin enough.

The coins were jagged and uneven. Didn’t lie flat in the stone dish the House had presented to her. There were hardly enough to make the third layer that Azriel’s mom’s recipe had called for. It was bordering on a disaster and she hadn’t even attempted to bake the layered delight. She was going to need her backup plan a lot sooner than she had anticipated.

“Nes?” She gasped and quickly looked down at her options. Smother the creation in tomatoes and hope for the best? Ask the House to rid it completely from existence? “Something smells good.” Plan A it was. 

“Don’t come in here!” Cassian startled in the doorway of their kitchen but followed her command. “Go sit at the table.” Her finger was extended elegantly and rigidly in the direction she wanted him to go.

“But you’re in here and so is…” he sniffed the air, “is that-”

“Go! Now! Or you will get oatmeal for dinner and watch me eat what you allege smells so good.” To his credit, he merely grinned at his mate. 

“If you’re trying to entice me, it’s working.” He took a step forward, she quirked an eyebrow, he took a step back. Her finger held steady. There was no use trying to win this battle. Cassian was a warrior to his core and the survivalist instinct of a warrior was to know which battles you could win. He was never going to win against Nesta because he didn’t want to. Didn’t need to. Having her in his life was blessing enough from the Mother. Nothing could ever make him tempt the fates into changing that. “I’ll get out of your way. Just know it smells exactly how it’s supposed to, Nes.” Because of course he had known behind her rigid spine and commanding tone was the exasperation of uncertainty. Of course he had known she was struggling to maneuver the components into the right shape and thickness and perfection that she was aiming for. And of course she hadn’t needed to say anything at all for him to know exactly what she needed him to say. 

Her smile was thanks enough.

----

“I do have one more thing I’d like to offer you tonight.” Cassian had just recently stopped eating after shoveling four plates of food into his mouth. Nesta had presumed his silence was a compliment and watched with a smug twinkle as he couldn’t get enough of the dish. Perhaps some expected an anniversary such as this to be soft and romantic and glow with the light of eternal love. But watching her mate moan around forkfuls of food had felt like the right language of love for their evening.

“Only one? I was hoping we could offer each other many, many things tonight,” he answered with a wag of his eyebrows. Cassian’s hands were slowly massaging away at the planes of his abdomen, swollen with too much food and aching for release.

“Well, while we wait for that Ramiel sized pile of food in your intestines to stop hurting you so, the thing I am speaking of is a bit more…sentimental. For the occasion.” Nesta dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her napkin before she pushed her chair back and rose from the table. “I’ll be right back.” She moved with the grace of the dancer she was in her heart, the warrior she was in her soul and the queen she was in her bones. Cassian watched her with a soft smile on his face. Every sight of her felt like a dream. A blessing. Like the toils and hardships of his life had prepared him for the happiness of a love like this. A female to match him stride for stride and blow for blow. And the moments where she was soft, moments like tonight, he took such care. Always letting her know she was safe to just be.

“Dinner was present enough,” he remarked as she came back into the room with a tiny parcel held in her hand. It was wrapped in brown paper and held together by a red string, her fingers gripping it firmly as she sat back down and pushed it across the table. 

“I know. But when Azriel’s mother was describing the dish and the importance of it in your culture…this came up too. It didn’t feel right to have one without the other.” Cassian grabbed the gift and smiled as he pulled the string and slowly unraveled the wrapping until a wooden figurine dropped into his lap. A hand carved wooden Illyrian warrior. Complete with a shield and a spear. 

The room was silent as his eyes zeroed in on the object. An object that was essential in every young Illyrians life. All the females of the camp would carve them while they waited for news of the Blood Rite. And in the end, the budding young warriors would receive their toy warrior and hold it dear as a blessing for success on their own rite. “Normally, it’s not given as a gift and only given before the rite but we clearly are not traditional and she swore it was not offensive to give on a separate occasion-”

“Nesta.” There was emotion watering in his eyes and threatening to spill over. She held his gaze and struggled to keep her own eyes in compliance. “It signifies blessings on the road ahead. I can think of no other occasion more appropriate to receive a gift such as this.” Nesta smiled gratefully and with a tinge of relief. It was always a daunting experience to put her heart out on a platter to him. No matter how many times she did, no matter how many times he cared for it tenderly, no matter how many times he returned it full of love and healed vice scarred. She would always be waiting for the ugliness of a supposed truth to rear its head against her.

“Good. I’m glad I got the tradition right.” Azriel’s mother was nothing short of a saint. She would have to come up with some way to thank her at their next meeting for tea.

“Might I offer you a small version of a gift in return?” Nesta cocked her head at the way his spine went straight and a faint flush crept up his cheeks. He looked towards her Symphonia that was sitting at the end of the table. His chair pushed back gently and he rose, tapping the top of her Solstice gift once before offering his hand to her at the opening strums of the orchestra. “You’re not the only one who learned something new for the occasion,” he smirked. She laughed, not bothering to hold her happiness in, taking his hand and spinning into him with a practiced ease. It wasn’t smooth but it wasn’t as clunky as he used to dance. Cassian had practiced with her every chance he had. Music or not. He’d take her hand and spin her around and she’d count the steps out loud as they practiced the core movements of any ballroom technique. It left them as breathless as their sword fighting or dagger training and Nesta always reminded him just as much could be accomplished in the space of a waltz as could be in battle. That being proficient at both was a recipe for complete victory over any opponent. 

One song became two and two became four and it wasn’t until the candles lit by the House neared their end that the two of them even considering slowing their movements. It turned from a giddy and high paced jaunt to a slow and soothing sway to the sounds of the violin solo drifting from the musical sphere. 

“If you become too good of a dancer then it won’t be fun anymore,” she whispered into his chest, one hand wrapped tightly in his and the other resting over the reassuring thump of his heart. 

“Don’t worry. I can always find a way to step on your toes to humble myself.” His lips pressed to the top of her head as her own formed a chuckle. 

“I love you. Being with you makes me feel like me.” It was simple. But not something she could say about everyone. His hand cupped the cheek that wasn’t pressed to his chest so her gaze could be fully on him.

“I love you. Being with you makes me a better me.” The tip of her nose swiped down his cheek before her lips slotted against his. He always kissed her like he had the power to merge their souls together with his lips. As if the task hadn’t already been completed. The kiss was strong and meaningful and claiming, always reminding each other and the universe that they were it. They were going to dance together for eternity. Twine and tangle over and over again until everything disappeared into dust around them. 

The lurid feel of their lips together was matched by the agonizingly slow descent of his palms past the curve of her breasts, his thumbs leaving sparks along the path of her ribcage to her waist. Nesta hummed with content as they moved further still and palmed her backside with appreciation. “Are you having me for dessert on the table or turning a chivalrous leaf and taking me to bed?” she inquired.

“What if I take you to bed and I have my way with you and then we share dessert while still lying in bed?” Cassian’s eyebrows were raised like it might have been the most genius thought known to Prythian. 

Indulgent as ever, Nesta replied, “I love the way you think.”

It was impossibly warm and their scent mingled in an intoxicating manner as their bare skin pressed together. They hadn’t been able to make it to bed and had opted to make themselves comfortable on the fur rug by the fireplace, the pelt a soft cushion against her back as he sought to bring her ever closer. 

She surged to meet the hunger of his lips and tangled their tongues together obscenely with a moan as her own arousal lingered on his tastebuds. Her release was slick on her thighs as her hips canted upwards trying to chase the high the thick cock between his legs was going to offer her. The absolute delirium only his hips could thrust her into. The one she would never get tired of floating drunkenly into.

“You’ve already come twice, Nes, you’re a greedy little thing begging for more.”

“Who’s begging?” she snapped. 

“Your lips might not be but this pretty little thing hasn’t stopped quivering for my cock.” The pads of his fingers stroked her in a gentle circle, making sure Nesta could feel how wet she still was. How she clenched around a hollow emptiness and her clit was seemingly reaching for the friction of his touch. 

“Because we both know the minute you’re inside of me, you’ll lose all semblance of control.” Cassian scoffed.

“Shall we put it to the test?”

“We-” Her acceptance of his challenge died in her throat as he sheathed himself inside her with one claiming thrust. He opened his mouth, no doubt to tease her, when she made a demand instead. “If you choose to speak instead of fucking me right now, they will be the last words you ever speak.” The grin was no less wicked than his words would have been but he abided by her demands. He proved that coming twice was not enough. Would never be enough. That she always had more to give if he was the one asking for it, receiving it. She proved that big and tough Illyrian warriors could be reduced to a moaning mess if you stroked them just the right way. Wings included.

They came apart and they came together and they didn’t need words to explain what was swirling in their chest. They didn’t need words to explain what the days leading up to this day had meant to them. What reaching this day meant to them, for them. He spilled himself inside of her and she milked him for more and more and more. Nesta would always need more of Cassian. There would never be enough. She would never reach her fill when her heart and soul were always making room to welcome in more. 

And as they lay together afterwards, she told him as such. Not with her words but with her touch. A gentle trace down his cheek. A press of lips into his collarbone. A deep sigh of content as her arms hugged him tighter. Saying the words of love was easier for her than it had been after their death dance with Briallyn. Her confidence in her ability to love him as he deserved right along with it. Cassian whispered the words against her cheek and she let them fill her heart to the brim before it overflowed from her own lips and into the skin of his throat. Where they could take root and grow and flourish in the home that existed between the two of them. All they would ever need.

----

Nesta grunted with each clench and release of her muscles. Her fist had found its target against his skin more than once, which was a small elation inside of her, but she was refusing to yield. It was similar to dancing. Weaving a symphony not of music but of coil and tense and surge and retreat. At this point of her life, she preferred the training ring to the ballroom.

“He’s feinting left, you’ve got him!” Emerie called with a smirk from the sidelines. Gwyn hit her arm lightly.

“You know she hates when we try to chime in with feedback.” The priestess was really only half paying attention. For Azriel was conducting dagger lessons with a smaller group of females from the library and looking immaculately attentive while doing so. “Just let them flow.” It was advice Gwyn should be taking on her own and she was working on it. 

“Do you remember after everything with that psycho Queen when we were all together again?”

“How could I ever forget?” They had been sweaty and dirty and barely hanging onto consciousness. Gwyn had been livid that Nesta had made the choice to stay behind while her and Emerie had climbed to Ramiel’s peak. It had felt like, in that brief moment, all the work she had done to trust someone again had been eroded. With nothing but a pinch of Nesta’s fingers. 

“You were angry and worried. I was angry and worried. And we had held each other and cried and said how we were going to let her know exactly how angry we were with her.”

“But then we saw her and Cassian and nothing mattered anymore.” Upon their reunion, they hadn’t known how close the realm had been to losing its High Lord and Lady. How Nesta had given up a portion of her power to save the sister she loved. They had just known that they missed their best friend and she had appeared before them like a dream. Gwyn had even asked if she was still hallucinating from the pain of the rite.

“Yeah. All that mattered is that the three of us were together again. And that we had proved nothing could break us apart.”

“Valkyrie,” Gwyn hummed as she looked to Emerie with a smile. 

“Valkyrie.” The moment of serenity between them was disturbed by a loud groan and Nesta’s body rolling to a stop at their feet.

“Did you win?” the half-nymph asked hopefully. 

“Nesta lost as soon as she challenged me this morning,” Cassian teased as he adjusted the tape across his knuckles and stood to block the sun from his mate’s face. One time he had offered her his hand to aid in standing up and that had angered her to the point she almost beat him in the follow on sparring. She had made progress in learning how to accept his help and he had learned how to offer it so it was best received by her. Symmetry and balance. They were equals in the eyes of the Mother and slowly but surely in each other’s as well. Cassian didn’t care if it took every day of his immortal lifespan. Every day with her, with Nesta, with his mate, was nothing but a dream.

“I have a very different recollection of who was challenging who this morning.” She stood and raised a single brow, not bothering to wipe the dirt from the leather of her pants.

“Challenging or begging?” Nesta scoffed.

“If Illyrian men consider that begging, no wonder your women are so miserable.” It was at this point in the conversation the line began to blur into foreplay and Emerie and Gwyn took their leave. The melody was the same. They would bicker and banter but magnetism pulled them closer and closer until they seemingly had no choice but to press their bodies together and call the lessons over for the day. They were lucky when the Shadowsinger was able to assist in teaching. He was too focused on his regimented lesson plans to let Nesta and Cassian distract him. Well, unless Gwyn truly put her mind to it.

The two females walked towards the smaller group of priestesses while sharing a smirk as the sounds of bickering continued behind them but were slowly quieting, easing into the more personal threats and promises of the mated couple they loved more than anything. They deserved the love that was between them. Had earned it with their blood, sweat and tears. And the distinct quiet told them the arguing had ceased and the next phase of Cassian and Nesta’s evening had commenced. They knew they’d be at training in the morning and Nesta would be at their book club tomorrow night. Everything they did in between, well, they just hoped Sellyn Drake had the words to one day let them in on it.

----

“Today was the perfect day,” she divulged softly as her fingers played with the hair at the center of his chest. “I got to fuck you and fight you. All I could ever want.” Cassian chuckled and kissed the top of her head soundly.

“One kind of bleeds into the other, doesn’t it?”

“It does. But that is just the way I like it.” Her hand pushed at his shoulder until he was flat on his back, his eyes zeroing onto her breasts as she straddled his waist. “I can think of one thing to make this day even better.”

“Absolutely anything.” His voice was dazed as his thumbs stroked over her nipples.

“As if I was asking for your permission,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “House, may we have a slice of chocolate cake, please?”

“Now?” he asked with incredulity. A plate shimmered to life on his chest and Nesta smiled her thanks before using the accompanying fork to take a large bite. “I suppose if I was going to be relegated to being anyone’s table, it might as well be yours.”

“You’re not thinking about this the way I need you to.” They stared at each other for a few heartbeats. No look of understanding passed over his face.

Nesta took the tip of her finger and dragged it through the frosting of the cake and gently tapped it against the tip of his nose. His eyebrows shot to his hairline when her tongue followed along right after.

“Oh. Oh. Give me that cake.” The plate almost fell in his haste to situate himself properly in the bed and she couldn’t help the laugh that escaped around her recent bite. Or the snort that followed along with it. Nesta covered her face in embarrassment but softened at the look in her mate’s eyes when he forced her wrist to move aside. “Don’t hide from me, Nes. I love every piece of you. Even the snorts.”

“Those are most certainly only reserved for you,” she relented with a blush. 

“My greatest treasure,” Cassian hummed as he helped himself to a kiss. Before she knew it, something cold was tracing the length of her sternum. She looked down to see a trail of chocolate frosting. 

“I think you understand the game now.” 

“I think I do too.”

[lidiasloca]

A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES

Azriel the Spymaster

Cassian the Lord of Bloodshed

Rhysand High Lord of the Night Court

Helion High Lord of the Day Court

others:

☆ love stories (gwynriel)

☆ flowery picnic (elucien)

☆ meeting the high lord and high lady

part one, two

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[dawneternal]

Yes, Valkyrie

₊⊹ Gwynriel one shot

₊⊹ Gwyn is inspired by a scene in her current read. Of course, she begins conspiring to reenact this scene, with a little help from Azriel's shadows. Somewhere along the way, she discovers a persona she had no idea was waiting under the surface.

₊⊹ Word Count: 2.8k

₊⊹ Warnings: Smut, 18+, minors DNI. Established relationship. Gwyn is in charge, Az is tied up (kind of) p in v, shadow play, wing play.

(listen I don't write that much smut so idk how to tag this, if I missed anything pls let me know)

₊⊹ Read on AO3

₊⊹ Divider by tsunami-of-tears

Gwyn snapped her book shut and set it on the table in front of her. She took a long sip of her iced coffee in an attempt to cool her warm skin. The story was getting a little too salacious to read in public. Nesta or Emerie would probably keep reading, though they were both better at masking their emotions.

She glanced at Azriel, who hadn't noticed a thing, engrossed in his own book. She wasn't sure if it was something he was reading for fun or for work. They all tended to look the same, thick and weathered with a million dog-eared pages and notes in the margins. As his mate and a librarian, Gwyn should probably know. But she wasn't often thinking about books when she was with him.

Like now, as she found her eyes wandering from the long-winded title on the spine to his long fingers, poised to turn the page. Her gaze slid up, tracing the outline of his form. It was his day off and he wore a black shirt that hugged his muscled arms and torso. His black curls were perfectly messy, tortoiseshell reading glasses perched on his nose. His shadows buzzed around him like sleepy bees on a sunny day - a sign that he was actually relaxed. Even while he focused, brows furrowed and bottom lip poked out in concentration, he kept a claiming hand on Gwyn's thigh.

He did not notice her scent change as her thoughts turned back toward her book, replacing the love interest's features with his. The love interest of this story happened to have wings like Azriel, and a few specific lines were echoing in her mind. He had let her touch his wings before, but nothing quite like the scene she had just read.

Gwyn swallowed a wicked grin and stretched her arms up and out, letting out a long, pretend yawn. She let her fingertips brush the edge of his wing as she brought her arms back down. He started, shadows darting into action as his wings tucked into his body with a snap. He turned his head toward her slowly with a wide-eyed look that read are you crazy?

"My bad," Gwyn smiled innocently. Azriel blinked at her for a moment before returning to his reading. But she felt it, the flicker of heat he had sent through the bond as her fingers had brushed his wing.

✦✦✦

When they returned to the House of Wind, Gwyn quietly trailed Azriel into their shared room. His shadows were on her side today, choosing not to alert him to the fact that he was being followed. She was the only one who was silent enough to sneak up on him.

She closed the door with a thud, leaning against it, and that wicked grin returned. Azriel jumped, head whipping to look over his shoulder. The shadows danced with amusement at their clever trick.

"Yes, Valkyrie?" He huffed a breath. Her gaze lingered on his backside, meandering up to meet his gaze as he turned around fully.

"I have an idea," Gwyn said.

Her voice was a note deeper than usual and it had his attention. He tilted his head at her, eyes gleaming with interest.

"Do you trust me?" Gwyn continued, and she watched his eyes darken.

"Yes," His voice was a little breathy and the Valkyrie grinned.

"Wings only," She explained, pushing off the door and stalking closer until they were nearly chest to chest.

Azriel's eyebrows shot upwards, but Gwyn did not miss the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed.

"Yes," He said again, after a moment.

Gwyn reached out, sliding her hands under his shirt to lift it from his body. He let her, utterly still as she pulled it over his head and began a constellation of kisses, connecting his tattoos and battle scars. The bond was humming, pulsing with warmth at every touch, doubling the thrill of anticipation. He watched in adoration, fingers tangling in her ponytail as she unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear to the floor.

"Kneel on the bed," She ordered, blood singing with anticipation as she looked up at him. His cock twitched at the command and he obeyed, crawling into the bed and kneeling in front of her. Arms loose at his sides, muscular thighs spread, his body was on full display.

Gwyn let her hair down, the white ribbon that had been tied in a bow now dangling from her fingers. She circled around to the other side of the bed and gently grasped his wrists. His breath hitched as she bound his hands with the ribbon, but he did not protest.

"Good boy," Gwyn murmured, pressing one chaste kiss to his shoulder before moving to face him again.

She caught his gaze dragging over her as she stood before him, and she let herself admire him in turn. His smooth bronze skin, slim hips and absurdly defined abs, and strong arms that could break through the ribbon any time he wanted. But judging by his blown pupils and hardening cock, he was exactly where he wanted to be.

Gwyn peeled her clothes off slowly, holding his eye contact as she did so. She let her breasts bounce as she pulled off her bra, chuckling as his shadows rushed forward to caress her bare nipples.

"Keep your shadows to yourself, pretty boy," She murmured, swallowing a gasp at their cool, light touch. Almost reluctantly, they returned to their master, swirling around his head like a dark halo.

Free of her clothes, Gwyn moved to stand before him, eyes flicking over the sweat already beading at his brow. She lifted his chin with her fingers and smirked as she bypassed his lips, leaning to press soft kisses down his throat, drinking in the rapid beat of his pulse. She traced his body with a gentle touch, running over the lines of his tattoos and the grooves between his muscles. It was a routine she could not bring herself to break, mapping his body with the affection he deserved. She heard his breath hitch again, wings rustling behind him as they untucked and spread.

The Valkyrie climbed onto the bed and moved behind him, peppering the back of his neck and shoulders with open mouthed kisses, tongue sliding over his skin. Avoiding his wings just yet.

"Are you ready?" She leaned forward and purred into his ear, breasts pressed against his back.

"Mhm," He murmured, chest rising and falling.

"Words, shadowsinger."

"I'm ready," He stammered, as if it were hard to conjure words in this position.

"You'll tell me any time you want to stop?"

"I promise."

Satisfied, Gwyn began, dipping her finger into the inside seam where the velvety dark wing met his skin, facing toward his shoulder blade. The skin was especially soft, protected from wind and sun. He let out a quiet moan, arching his back into her touch.

"So responsive," Gwyn murmured, circling her fingers around to the other side, stroking along the thick base of his wing.

"I can't help it," He groaned, shivering again.

"No?" She asked, leaning forward to run her tongue over the spot where her fingers had just been. The base of the wing was fuzzy, like the skin of a peach.

"Fuck," Azriel grunted.

"So my book wasn't lying?" She asked, her voice like a sultry song. Her hands continued their exploration, up the solid arches of his wings toward the shining talons.

"I should've guessed this came from a book," He ground out.

Gwyn wanted him incapable of speech, not taunting her. So she pressed harder, raking her nails back down the thin membrane as she licked a stripe up his spine. His wings shivered, trembling with the effort of deciding wether to lean in or move away. A conflict that Azriel often subjected her to, and now she could get even.

"What were you saying?" She crooned, and smirked when she got no answer. Only the shadowsinger's heavy breathing, his shadows pulsing around him.

She touched every inch of wing, memorizing their beautiful shape, adding every curve and texture to the map in her mind. Every seam had a dip the perfect size for her finger to drag through, the skin so delicate, the structure so intricate and lovely.

His body shone with sweat as  worshipped without mercy, savoring the salty taste of his skin as she pulled moan after and moan from his throat. It almost seemed as though those wings were built purely for pleasure, the way his body reacted to her touch, the noises he made purely sinful.

By the time she had returned to her starting point, having licked, nipped and stroked everything she could reach, Azriel's entire body shook.

She rose up on her knees and peered over his shoulders to catch a glimpse of his face, contorted in pleasure, and his cock, red and weeping. A few times, his shadows swept in toward her and then backed away, just barely brushing her skin. As if Azriel had begun to reach for her and then remembered the rules.

"Tell me which part you like best," She let her breath brush over his ear again, reveling in the goosebumps spreading in response. He was so close to falling apart, one foot in a realm of pure pleasure.

"The-the," He swallowed hard, a groan escaping in between words as he answered, "The inside, near my shoulder blades."

Gwyn hummed, watching his muscles tighten in anticipation as her fingertips moved back toward that inner seam. The sounds he released as she found that hidden spot lit a fire in the Valkyrie's stomach. She didn't have to look to know that her arousal was dripping onto the bed beneath her. As if she cared, right now.

"Fuck," He groaned, "I can't...I need...."

Gwyn was driven wild by the glistening muscles flexing against the ribbon that bound him. She threaded her fingers into his dark curls and tugged, not very gently.

"Come for me," She commanded, voice low and wicked and she dug her fingertips in deeper.

The moan that he released was nothing like his usual gutteral groan. This was higher pitched, soft and breathy and elicited from some deep and desperate place. Gwyn did not know that a noise could make her cunt throb the way it did.

She gave him barely a moment to come down from his high before she was crawling around to face him, grabbing his face in her hands and kissing him fiercely. He chased her lips with his, emitting broken sounds into her throat as her tongue swept in.

Pulling back to look at him, panting, she wasn't sure she had ever felt this desperate. Azriel was entirely undone and at her mercy, his chest slick with sweat and painted with his cum, hands still tied behind him as he panted. His hair stuck up where she had pulled it, his eyes dark and full of desire. And something new, that she hadn't seen before. She was sure he'd seen it often. It was desperation, like he was one kiss away from begging for what he wanted.

"Do as I say and you'll be rewarded," She said, leaning in to graze his lips as she spoke. She kissed him again, softly. Agonizingly slow, even as he tried to speed up.

Gwyn pulled back, dragged two fingers through the stripes of white dripping down his torso and pushed them into his mouth.

"Suck."

His cock twitched against her thigh, already hard and aching again. He kept his eyes locked on hers as his warm tongue swirled around her fingers, throat bobbing as he swallowed.

"Good boy," She murmured, and the whine he let out was against his will.

Gwyn had been in charge before, but she had never dared to be this bossy. It had not even come from the book that had inspired this whole thing. This had emerged from somewhere deep inside her, and it set every inch of her skin on fire. Azriel's eyes burned into hers as she took her fingers from his mouth, tightening his lips so her fingers made a pop upon release. He watched as she reached between her legs with those fingers, coated in his spit, for some relief.

She bit her lip, swallowing a moan, cheeks reddening in desperation.

"Can I touch you?" Azriel croaked, pulling at the ribbon that Gwyn had almost forgotten about.

"Remember your manners," She said, fingers still circling between her legs.

"Can I please touch you?"

Gwyn reached around with her free hand and pulled the knot undone. Immediately, one strong arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into his lap to straddle him. And his other hand pushed hers aside, dipping a finger into her soaked cunt.

She was lost to it for a moment as relief rolled through her body. The shadowsinger took the opportunity to attack her neck, kissing and marking with fervor. She closed her eyes and basked in his touch for just a moment before she remembered her task. She would not let her control slip away so easily.

Her eyes snapped open, and she felt a wave of satisfaction as the shadowsinger shrank, just a little. His plan had not worked. The shadows shuddered, as if giggling at their master's foolishness.

"You promised to do as I say," It was almost a growl. She pushed his shoulders until he was laying down, legs straightening out before him as she straddled his hips. "And you tried to take control from me."

Gwyn lowered her body, movements fluid and graceful like a predator, until her chest was pressed against his and they were nose to nose.

"I think I deserve an apology, don't you?" She purred, hips circling and spreading her arousal over his length.

"Yes," He breathed, the amber of his eyes barely visible behind his pupils, "I'm sorry."

"Yes what?" She demanded, sliding her hand up around his throat and pressing the lightest amount of pressure against the sides, "I'm sorry what?"

His eyes widened and for a moment she thought she had gone too far, but then she felt a moan in his throat, vibrating beneath her palm.

"Yes Valkyrie," His voice was broken, body softening like putty under her hands, "I'm sorry, Valkyrie."

"Good boy," A grin spread across Gwyn's face. She sat up, keeping that hand wrapped around his throat as she rose up and aligned them. The other braced against his chest. She did not bother with a slow entry, sinking down on his cock in one motion, thighs flush against hips. He let out a hiss as she paused to let herself adjust.

The world around her was fading as her desperation grew, her body aching almost painfully. It would almost be a mercy to relinquish control again. But she craved the rush of this position as much as she craved release.

"Let your shadows touch me," She choked out the words, beginning to move her hips. Azriel obeyed, letting his shadows loose. They circled her body and attacked, swirling over every part of her they could reach.

Her high was approaching fast, urged on by the sight of Azriel below her, face flushed and lips parted. She pressed against his throat and chest harder, using him as leverage to angle herself deeper. He watched,  mesmerized by the rhythm of her body, and grasped her hips, fingertips digging in as he urged her faster. Every rise and fall of her hips made an obscene slap, echoing through the room.

With a shadow attached to each nipple and one moving over her clit, she was soaring close to the edge. She slammed down harder, a grunt escaping in time with each smack of her ass against his thighs. Azriel reached up and squeezed her breasts, rolling both nipples between his fingers.

The change from the shadows soft touch to his firm hands pulled her over. Her head fell back as she roared, louder than she had ever let herself. Azriel's hands slid down around her waist to keep her moving and extend the waves of bliss. The hand around Azriel's throat finally loosened, nails dragging down his chest in time with a long, breathy moan.

Finally, she slumped forward, letting her body fall against his as she closed her eyes. Azriel wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. He let her lay still for a long moment before whispering, cautiously,

"Is this still the Valkyrie or is this my Gwyn again?"

"Gwyn," She murmured against his skin. Whatever vixen that possessed her had retreated, leaving her spent and sweaty.

"Good," He said, his voice dropping a note lower. She squealed as those strong arms flipped her around and she found herself laying underneath him, staring up into his smirking face.

"But...." She whispered, suddenly shy, "Did you like her? The Valkyrie?"

"I think I'd have to meet her again to be sure" Azriel murmured, nosing at the space between her shoulder and neck, breath hot against her skin, "But for now it is my turn."

[respecttheshoes]

What if ... Azriel & Gwyn were Vamp Hunters ...

Since it is essentially Halloween for the entire month of October, here's my little contribution to Spooky Season:

Chapter 1 of Slay Me on Ao3.

Summary: Hewn City is dangerous, overrun by rabid covens of vampires. Azriel is the infamous Shadowsinger, trained and raised by the powerful Night family to hunt the undead. He and his brothers are the best there is - until one night he gets into more trouble than he could handle, and a copper-haired beauty comes to his rescue. Gwyn is a Valkyrie, a Guerilla clan of vamp hunters with none of the prestige of the Night family, but no shortage of murderous intent to protect the innocent of Hewn. Now that he’s met her, he can’t keep her out of his mind, stalking the streets at night for any sign of vampires … or is he just looking for her?

Modern AU. Our characters are human but no less deadly. Gore, weapons, fighting abounds. Their language is atrocious. And of course there will be smut ...

[sadiegirl2021]

I feel like I'm waving my child off to college!

FINAL CHAPTER of HOT GIRL SUMMER is up on AO3

(Two epilogues left, so it's not the end end!)

Hope you enjoy it! 💖