#pro gwyn

[azrielsbxtch]

The only reason Elain is on a side quest with Azriel is because SJM has told us that her and Lucien are BOTH not ready. Not just Elain. Lucien too. Who has a lot going on and he doesn’t even know the parental shitstorm coming his way…

At the end of the day,Canonically and plotwise Azriel and Elain don’t fit. He thinks he deserves her because she’s the third sister and his brothers got the other two. Elain likes him because honestly he’s not Lucien and he’s single.

She’s still dealing with becoming Fae. We know she doesn’t like being Fae and would go back to being human. So OF COURSE she’s not ready to acknowledge her very Fae mate. To her it’s just another way of her humanity being taken away. So she gravitates to Azriel (maybe cause he has human ears who knows)

Az is in no way shape or form ready for a healthy relationship either (and that’s why his setup with Gwyn on the foundation of friendship is so important)

The fact that we’ve gone into his head and seen the way he thinks about Elain makes this obvious. E/riels romanticize it obviously but that’s their personal problem....anyway back to Lucien.

People have this image of Lucien constantly chasing Elain but canonically all he does is give her space. He has his own shit to sort through. Only time they see each other is Solstice and he’s there for Feyre, his friend. He’s a GENTLEMAN so OF COURSE HE BRINGS GIFTS.

He’s not pestering this girl in any shape or form because as the author has stated HE’S NOT READY TOO.

Their book is going to be a slow burn and coming into their own with Elain accepting that she’s fae now and can never go back and eventually falling in love and accepting her mate who’s Heir to the Day Court and they’ll skip off happily into the sunset together.

Elain and Lucien

Azriel and Gwyn

Mor and Emerie

SJM has set up all these characters with their endgame already it’s just a matter of fleshing it out.

[bluiela]

Lust is in equation in EVERY pairing even the ones that end up not being endgame BUT

The calming and settling, the powers positively react to the LI, the LI actually makes the guys emotional feelings that include making the guy unconsciously smile while thinking about her, the "something" sparked which the guy buried, the LI actually being buried deep inside the heart and other canon gwynriel stuff IS ONLY IN ENDGAME OR MATED PAIRS.

So, it is shocking that people still base their entire ship on below average underwhelming lust scene.

[lovelygwyneth]

Imagine reading Gwyn finally having the courage to tell her story during the blood rite

Such a painful and overcoming story

She was willing to give her life to save children in Sangravah

She was abused because of this

She saw her twin sister, the only family she had, being beheaded in front of her

She lost EVERYTHING she had

Her family, her home, her choice

She spent months in a deep depression

Years without feeling the sunlight

She finally managed to find strength in the library, singing in services, and with Nesta's arrival this strength intensified

But even so, she feels guilty about her sister's death, she feels unworthy to use the priestesses' stone, she doesn't feel ready to leave the library

You read this whole story in ACOSF, and your conclusion at the end of the book is that you found her "suspicious" and are "side-eyeing" her? That she have luring powers?

Honestly, this is SICK

[gwynrieldreams]

Gwyn is for the girls who grew up wanting to be mermaids, whose favourite colour is a shade of blue, for the girls who collect sea shells, the girls who just love lakes, rivers or the sea, for those who go to the beach when they're sad.

[writer-undercover]

The end of beginning pt.2

Azriel landed on the hard ground of Windhaven, his mind set on talking to Gwyn. At the simple mental image of her, so strong and beautiful, sword in hand with that serious look of concentration that made his heart beat faster, he felt his face burn up slightly. He breathed in and out. It wasn’t like him to act so reckless, so uncalculated, so spontaneous, if you must label it.

Azriel walked with a purposeful but unsteady stride, the weight of his own thoughts tugging at his chest as he approached the familiar grounds of Windhaven. The wind here was different, sharper, colder, as if the air itself knew the importance of the conversation he was about to have. He could feel the pull of the wind, how it seemed to mirror the tension within him, the same unsettled energy that refused to settle into stillness.

As he reached the door to the armory, his wings shifted involuntarily, a low hum vibrating in his chest. He knocked softly, almost hesitant, his fist hovering before he could bring himself to strike. The soft echo of the knock seemed too loud in the silence surrounding him. After a few heartbeats, the door opened. Gwyn stood in the doorway, her expression unreadable at first, but when her eyes landed on him, there was a flicker of something, a recognition, maybe some sort of softening. Before it settled into something neutral, guarded as the last rays of sunlight touched her fiery hair.

—Spymaster,  —she said quietly, her voice carrying that calm, quiet strength that always set him on edge in the most odd way.

 It made him feel both like he belonged and like he was trespassing a sacred land all at once.

—Gwyneth, —he replied, tasting the syllables of her name on his tongue Gwy-neth, his voice deeper than usual, heavy with the weight of the words he was replaying in his mind non-stop as a mantra. —Can we talk?

She stepped back slightly, her teal eyes scanning him for a moment longer before she nodded, opening the door wider. Azriel hesitated but entered, his footsteps quieter now as he moved deeper into the armory. It was simple, nothing overly grand, yet there was something about the space that had always made him feel slightly safer. The small touches, strategy books stacked on a table, a lone sword lying around, his collection of daggers from all the centuries of gifts carefully placed in an open wooden box. These spoke of a life not defined by the walls that contained it, but by what filled them.

Gwyn closed the door behind him and turned to face him, folding her arms across her chest as she leaned against the wall. She wasn’t making it easy, his heart skipped a beat and rushed all the way to Velaris and back as he looked at her. Gwyn’s hair was illuminated by the light coming in through the window, touching her pale skin and making her eyes look like gems, her freckled splayed across her cheeks like an unknown constellation e ached to learn.

—What’s on your mind, Azriel? —she asked, her tone neutral, though her eyes flickered with something as she said his name, curiosity, maybe wariness.

Azriel exhaled a slow breath and calmed himself down, unsure where to even start. His shadows, always a steady presence, seemed to ripple in the surrounding air, as if they were restless, trying to find the right words. He finally lifted his gaze to meet hers. This was it. No more hiding, no more running.

—I don’t know how to explain this, —he began, his voice rough. —But... everything feels different with you. Like... when I’m around you, I can finally breathe. And when I try to think about it, to figure it out, it just gets more complicated. But it’s real, and I don’t know if you feel it too, but—he paused, searching her expression for any sign of understanding, any crack in the poker face she carefully kept. —But I need to know. I need to know if I’m just imagining it.

Gwyn’s posture softened just slightly, her arms uncrossing as she regarded him carefully. There was no judgment in her eyes, but there was a quiet warmth, an openness that Azriel wasn’t used to.

—You don’t have to make sense of everything, Azriel, —she said slowly. —Not with me.

His heart seemed to skip a beat at her words, and for the first time, he wasn’t sure if it was relief or something else entirely that washed over him.

—Then why... why do I feel like I’m going mad every time I see you? —he asked, the question barely escaping his lips. —Like there’s something inside me that’s finally waking up, and I’m terrified of it.

Gwyn’s eyes softened for a moment, her gaze steady. She was silent for a beat, considering him, then took a step closer, though not too close. She always kept her space, but there was no distance in her presence, no coldness like he had grown used to from others.

—Because you’ve been running from yourself for so long, Azriel, —she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper. —You’ve spent centuries hiding in the shadows, pushing everyone away, convinced that you’re not worthy of... this. —She gestured between them with a vague motion. —But that doesn’t mean it isn’t real.

Her words pierced through him, deeper than any blade ever could, but there was no pain. Only a strange kind of release, like something inside him was finally allowed to stretch, to exhale after holding its breath for too long.

—I don’t know if I deserve it, —he said, his gaze dropping to her face, the weight of centuries pressing down on him once more. —The peace. The calm... everything that comes with feeling like I’m not running.

She tilted her head slightly, studying him with that quiet gaze of hers, a small smile pulling at the corners of her lips. —None of us are perfect. We’ve all made mistakes, Azriel. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve happiness. Peace. Love. —She took a small step closer, her voice a little more insistent now, though still gentle. —You are worthy of being seen. You deserve to feel alive again.

Azriel sighed, his chest tight as he absorbed her words. She was offering him something he had never thought possible, acceptance, without conditions, without judgment. It was terrifying, but in the same breath, it was freeing. For the first time in so long, he didn’t feel the need to run away. Not from her, at least.

—I don’t know if I’m ready for this, — he confessed, his voice barely a whisper in the quietness of the room. —But... I want to this. I want it with you.

Gwyn’s lips curved into a small, soft smile, though there was still a trace of caution in her eyes. —Then stop running, Azriel. Let yourself be.

The words were so simple, yet they held so much weight, so much truth. And at that moment, Azriel realized that for the first time in centuries, he wasn’t alone in the dark. Not with her. Not anymore.

He nodded, the uncertainty still present, but there was something else now, a glimmer of hope. Maybe he wasn’t beyond saving.

Before he could say anything more, Gwyn reached out and gently placed a hand on his scarred ones, he looked down wide-eyed he had absolutely forgotten the gloves he wore around the colder weather to hide them. The touch was light, but it anchored him, grounding him in a way that nothing else ever had.

—Take your time, —she said softly, her fingers brushing over his skin like a whisper. —I’m not going anywhere.

Azriel exhaled slowly, a weight lifting off his shoulders. Maybe, just maybe, this was the beginning of something different. Something real.

And for the first time in a long while, Azriel allowed himself to hope.

[lyyzismess]

[lovelymoonflower1]

Gwyn and Azriel having a date under the stars painting each other 🌌💖

I love this art so much! Thank you Maju for creating this beautiful amazing art for me 🥰!

Commission by Me @lovelymoonflower1

Art by @majuandrad

|| Repost is allowed with proper credits to me and the artist ||

|| Characters belongs to Sarah J Maas ||

[andieburky]

Azriel & Gwyn from Sarah J. Maas’ A Court of Silver Flames

*Do not steal/copy/print or reupload to any other platforms. Reblogs welcome!

[freyjas-musings]

My Last Entry for @valkyrieappreciationweek

This was supposed to be for Free Day prompt but I am not here on that day so early entry it is

@lib-arts you are Supremely talented my friend and I can never stop working with you because your art is a gift to this fandom 💜

Valkyries as Totally Spies - Also a Halloween 🎃 special for all of you ....

[stargirlie25]

The Suriel:

The house of wind:

The Shadows:

[azrielsbxtch]

@artcraawl ‘s Gwynriel art is pure happiness 💕✨I’m so obsessed

[bluiela]

Maas wrote the "only lust argument" it is canon. Gwynriel/eluciens aren't making it up.

"Azriel said nothing. He hadn't gotten that far with his planning, certainly not beyond the fantasies he pleasured himself to."

Azriel did not ONCE even mention ANY personality trait of Elain.

Azriel NOT ONCE thought about elain beyond lust in his ONLY POV.

He NOT ONCE positively thought back on the almost kiss or how nad it must've made feel elain.

He NOT ONCE thought about how the gift would make Elain feel but he did do that for Gwyn.

He didn't question elucien's mating bond because of his alleged feelings for Elain. But because she was supposed to be HIS mate because her other two sister are mated to his other two brothers.

If Azriel had ANY true feelings for Elain. He wouldn't have thought of Gwyn in emotional positive romantic foreshadowing way. And wouldn't have put her deep in his heart and so much more.

Like its canon. You can make up false accusations, but canon can't be made up.

Gwynriel/elucien is coming if you want it or not.

[lovelygwyneth]

“𝚂𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚛𝚊, 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙸𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝙼𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜…”

Gwyneth Berdara by @/tomandosal on IG and commissioned by me 🩵

Please do not repost without permission.

[jennastokesart]

🪷 Gwyn the River Nymph 🌿

I was so excited when @lady-embers & @norabraveseeker commissioned me to draw Gwyn reimagined into John William Waterhouse’s Ophelia painting. It such a beautiful idea and it makes so much sense for our girl Gwyn 😩🩵 Thank you again for entrusting me to bring this concept to life.

[elenaferndale]

Edit: I just came aware that Illyrians do not have pointy ears!!!! How did I miss it!? The full piece will ofcourse be with the correct ears 🙏

Work in progress!

I've heard other people on here like the idea of Gwynriel happening.

Hope to finish this one during the weekend 🤗

[kayas-obsession]

Azriel in the future books being proud of Gwyn coming out of the library and interacting with others but at the same time being possessive because now everyone can see her *charming irreverence*

Him being torn apart of wanting to show her off to the world but the same time wanting her to be only his secret, lovely beauty.

Ugh I cannot wait for this.