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Gwyneth Berdara

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[foundress0fnothing]

Happy April 9th! I’m thrilled to be able to bring you the second installment of Double Blind for the ACOTAR Writing Circle, organized by @azrielshadowssing. The fic was a delight to continue—I hope you like it!

The story was originated by the incomparable @hlizr50 (who also designed this beautiful header) 💕 You can read Part 1 here. Stay tuned for the third and final part of the story on April 23rd.

Many thanks to UBC for their suggestions for Azriel’s go-to bar drink, and for @ofduskanddreams for hitting the nail on the head with a simple, classic G&T.

Bonus points if you can spot the line I lifted from Pirates of the Caribbean 👀

Read here on AO3!

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GWYN

Gwyn felt her blush heighten at Azriel’s words. What was she supposed to say in response to that? Thank goodness, because I was wishing this date was with you anyway? Or No, Azriel, nothing would make me happier? Or Yes, let’s get out of here right now and go somewhere quiet to see just how happy we can make each other?

No. All of that was too serious, too soon. Especially that last one. And anyway, perhaps Azriel was just relieved at the promise of an easy evening spent with a friend. Nothing more—no flirting, no romance, no intimacy. Just friends. 

Even if the sight of him standing there in a black jacket was almost enough to make her blurt all of those foolish thoughts out anyway. Had she ever seen him out of his leathers before? He was magnificent in them, certainly—all muscle and cold, breathtaking brutality. But out of them, in normal clothes? His beauty was brutal in a wholly new way, both more terrifying and more inviting all at once. She wondered what it would be like to slip the coat off of his well-muscled shoulders, tracing the strength in his arms, undressing him bit by bit until he stood bare before her.

And had he ever seen her out of her priestess robes or her leathers? Gwyn was suddenly aware of the neckline of her dress and the way the velvet clung to every curve, remembering with no small amount of mortification that she had announced to him that she was “ready to explore intimacy with a male.” And here she was with him. On their date. While he looked like that. 

Cauldron boil her. 

Caught in a lusty daze, she only slowly realized that his eyes were watching hers almost … expectantly? 

Right. She had to say—had to do—something. They had their bargain after all, and Gwyn was determined to uphold her end of it, even if just platonically.

Hoping that Azriel hadn’t noticed the reddening of her cheeks and her too-long silence, she gestured for him to sit in the chair across from her at the table and decided a teasing response would be best. Safe, even. Familiar territory for them and all that. “Nothing? Nothing at all would make you happier?” She challenged, offering him a grin as he took his seat.

Azriel paused for a second, blinking at her and furrowing his brow. Then, easing off his coat to reveal a forest green shirt that Gwyn was definitely, positively not staring at, he simply said, “Sorry to disappoint.”

“Not … I don’t know, new training leathers? A good night’s sleep? Finally beating Cassian in an arm wrestling contest?” 

The Shadowsinger only scoffed and arched an eyebrow at her suggestions, silently asking if she was done.

Was she? The teasing had helped her feel more like herself around him, and the adrenaline rush she had felt at the surprise of seeing him as her date had mostly dissipated. She could be normal, friendly Gwyn to normal, friendly Azriel.

But still … she wanted something from him, something just to confirm her suspicions that they were there as friends, and only friends. Even if they had both expected romance tonight—even if the alcove where they were seated was candlelit and cozy, and the sunset off the river behind them glinted in a way that made the gold in Azriel’s hazel eyes shine more brightly, and the wine she had been drinking—bubbly and sweet—made her want to see if kissing Azriel would make her feel the same way. And even if Gwyn had to admit to herself that she wouldn’t mind it overly much if this actually was a date—a real date—with Azriel. And that she sort of hoped it still could be, if he wanted it to be real too.

So, not letting it go, she asked, “What about world peace? Lasting peace in Prythian and the Continent. That would have to make you happier than dinner with me. And,” she continued, taking a sip of her wine to give herself something to do with her hands, “if you disagree, then I think you might just be a terrible male, much as I would hate to say it.” She arched her brow in question, watching his eyes glint at her mock seriousness.

Rather than returning her jest like she expected, however, his eyes grew serious, and he said, “Then I suppose I will be terrible, Gwyneth, if it means I get to have you tonight.”

Gwyn felt her blush, which had finally faded, return with a vengeance as she looked away, her mind filling with thoughts about what Azriel having her tonight might mean—his hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her, or cupping her breasts as he licked his way down her stomach, or palming her ass as he dropped his head to taste between her thighs. She was on fire, heat pooling in her stomach as she prayed to the Mother that her scent wouldn’t shift. That was certainly not a conversation Gwyn wanted to have with Azriel. Not yet, at any rate. 

She dared to glance up at him only to see that he too was blushing, having realized the innuendo in his declaration. Was he embarrassed? Did he regret what he said? Or only its implications? Or … neither? Not for the first time, Gwyn found herself wishing that his hazel eyes were slightly less inscrutable. 

Before either of them could say anything, however, a female Gwyn didn’t know chose that moment to come over to their table.

“Well, Shadowsinger,” she said, arching an eyebrow. “I never thought I’d see the day that you finally decided to grace my humble restaurant with one of your dates.”

Gwyn giggled at Azriel’s scowl, and the female—who must have been Sevenda—smiled back sweetly at him. Gwyn could read the fondness, the familiarity in the gesture. “You two are close,” she remarked, more a statement than a question.

When Azriel didn’t answer and only continued scowling, Sevenda huffed a laugh. “Yes. Old friends. And he’s one of my best customers, even if he has no manners to speak of.”

At that, Azriel’s scowl deepened. “My manners are perfectly fine, Sevenda. Cassian is the one without any, as you know.”

“Then why haven’t you introduced me to your lovely date, hmm?”

“When have I had a chance?" Azriel grumbled.

Gwyn, barely holding in her laughter at the banter, decided that it was time for her to jump in. “Gwyneth Berdara,” she said, smiling up at Sevenda, “although most people just call me Gwyn. I’m a priestess in the library.”

“And a Valkyrie. And a Carynthian.” Azriel supplied her other two titles, pride and something Gwyn couldn’t quite name in his voice.

“Well, Gwyneth Berdara—priestess, Valkyrie, Carynthian—I am honored to meet you,” Sevenda said with a wink. “And to feed you! You already have a drink, yes?”

Gwyn held up her half-full wine glass.

“And your usual for you, Shadowsinger?”

He nodded. “Thank you, Sevenda.”

“I’ll be back in a minute to get your food orders, then.” Looking at the two of them sitting together, she declared, “Good,” and then turned to walk back to the bar at the front of the restaurant.

“What did she mean by that?” Gwyn asked Azriel as soon as Sevenda was out of earshot. “What does ‘good’ mean?”

Azriel hummed noncommittally. “Probably nothing.”

Gwyn narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t think that’s true.” 

She wanted to know what Sevenda meant—and what it meant to Azriel to hear it, if it meant anything at all. Although the tension of the moment before Sevenda appeared had passed, Gwyn couldn’t get Azriel’s serious look out of her mind, couldn’t stop hearing the bass of voice rumble as he declared he’d pick having her over anything else.

Azriel sighed, breaking Gwyn’s train of thought, and then said, “Sevenda’s known me for a long time. If her ‘good’ meant anything, it’s just that she’s happy to see me here. With you.”

“With me?”

“With someone who makes me happy,” he amended, the grin from when he first saw her at the table shyly sliding over his face again. 

“And do I … do I make you happy?” Gwyn knew the answer, she hoped, but she wanted to hear it anyway.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Berdara?”

“At least once more, Azriel.”

Gwyn watched him close his eyes briefly as she said his name, and she wondered how it sounded to him, if hearing his name fall from her lips warmed him as much as hearing him utter hers warmed her.  

Opening his eyes, he reached out and took her hand. Gwyn’s teal eyes met his hazel ones as her breath caught in her throat. She found she could finally read what he was thinking, could finally make out the feeling that lay behind the impenetrable mask. But he voiced it anyway. “Yes, Gwyneth Berdara—priestess, Valkyrie, Carynthian—you make me very happy.”

Gwyn blushed, and then decided that she too could be brave. “You make me very happy as well, Shadowsinger.”

“Oh, do I?” If possible, his smile grew larger, and Gwyn thought she had never seen a more breathtaking sight. Still holding her hand in his, fingers skirting the bargain tattoo inked on her wrist, he asked, “You know what else would make me happy?”

“What’s that?” Gwyn’s answer slipped out a little breathier than she would have liked, but his fingers on her wrists were driving her to distraction, teasing and tempting all at once. 

“If I knew if this was a real date for us. Or if it’s just two friends helping each other fulfill a bargain.”

Gwyn felt her heart stutter to a stop. “Do you want it to be real?”

Azriel only hummed, fingers still moving over the tattoo. “I asked first.”

She didn’t allow herself time to overthink, to worry about what might happen to their friendship if she got this wrong. Gwyn only said, “Yes.”

And without breaking eye contact, Azriel lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed it gently, chastely, but that didn’t stop Gwyn from feeling the heat of his lips travel up and across her body, suffusing her with warmth. “It’s been real for me since the moment I saw you at that table.”

AZRIEL

As Gwyn polished off the plate of Sevenda’s food in front of her—dill yogurt pasta topped with spiced lamb, currants, and nuts—Azriel wondered what he had done to get so lucky.

Because Gwyn was here with him. As his date. And not just to fulfill a bargain. He could have whooped with joy, had he been the whooping type, when she said yes to the feelings between them being real, when she let him kiss her hand. 

And, oh, he wanted to kiss more—so much more—than just her hand. He hadn’t realized how thoroughly the feeling of her skin beneath his lips would wreck him, how much it would make him burn with the need to know exactly how the rest of her tasted. Her cheeks and her chest were flushed from the heat of the restaurant and the wine, and Azriel wondered how far down that blush extended past the maddening neckline of her dress.

He hoped he would get to find out.

Gwyn cleared her throat, and Azriel simultaneously realized that he had been staring too long and that his shadows—the meddling, disloyal assholes—had decided they no longer needed to mask his scent.

“See something you like, Shadowsinger?” Gwyn asked, grinning wickedly.

Azriel flushed, thanking the Mother that Gwyn seemed pleased at the development rather than repulsed. 

Deciding that no verbal answer would rescue his dignity, he settled for grabbing his drink, polishing off what was left in one final gulp.

She laughed and said, “It’s still so predictable that your drink of choice is a gin and tonic.”

He scowled. “How is it predictable?”

“It just …” she paused, looking for the right words. “It just fits what I’d expect you to look for in a drink. Simple, easy to make.” Gwyn’s eyes took on that playful glint that Azriel knew meant she was about to start baiting him. “Dare I say … safe?” She grinned at him, waiting for his reaction.

And he took the bait, as he always did. “Like fruity wine is that adventurous.”

Gwyn sniffed primly. “It had bubbles, at least.”

But her eyes crinkled at the corners, and Azriel found himself rolling his eyes fondly. “You’ll come to love gin and tonics eventually, Berdara.”

“I think I just might, Azriel.”

And he didn’t think she was just talking about drinks anymore.

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked.

Gwyn looked at him, suddenly serious.

“There’s no pressure for this date to be any more than what it’s been already, Gwyn. But if you’d like—”

“Yes,” she interrupted. “I would like.” 

Azriel thought he might die right there. Whatever else the night became, this moment was perfect, untouchably perfect. 

“But I don’t want to go back to the House. I’m not ready to face those busybodies and have to admit they were right.” She wrinkled her nose.

Laughing at how scrunched her face was, utterly smitten, he stood and held out a hand to her. “Come on. I know a place close by.”

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[acourtofthought]

Hi!! Hru? I have a question. Someone just shared some picture that sjm had pinned in her Pinterest board that could be a reference for Elucien. We also know she had some pins that might be referring to gwyn and how her story might be the little mermaid retelling. I was wondering if she had any pins on her board that referred to E/riel?

Bc she's never talked about them once and it's sos for E/riels lol and I heard sjm even called their relationship platonic or siblings kinda thing (even tho I don't have the evidence for that I just heard multiple times) and honestly that's how I feel about E/riel every time I read their scenes in the books.

Man, it would be the highlight of my month if someone was ever able to produce evidence of SJM saying E/riel were like siblings 😂 I've heard that from a few different sources but no one has ever been able to provide the receipts so I'll just have to accept it as a possible tall tale. But what an excellent tale it is. SJM may have had E/riel tags up however (and feel free to correct me if I'm wrong), but I don't know that it was ever tagged under the header of Elain and Az. The problem with possible Elain and Az tags is that they look a whole lot like Feyre and Rhys. People like to claim them as E/riel because some depict the female with flowers in her hair but the problem with that is Feyre was once referred to as a bride of spring and Feysand was a Hades / Persephone retelling. So those pins have just as much a chance of being Feyre and Rhys. But even if there was proof that a tag was Elaina and Az, when it comes to SJMs pins, that still isn't proof of anything. She had a pin under the tag of Mor / Az where a male and female were holding one another in a tight embrace. Does that mean a Moriel endgame is a certainty? (Probably not give Mor's preference). And for any possible E/riel tags (which could again also be Feysand tags), there are an equal amount of Elucien looking tags (which are less likely to be Feyre / Lucien tags considering the nudity that exists in one of them 😂) Also, there were quite a good deal of possible Gwynriel tags so wouldn't that trump E/riel tags as Gwyn was introduced after the possibility of Elain and Az? Meaning SJM knew E/riel wasn't going to amount to anything?

But really, I don't think her Pinterests boards were ever a guarantee of anything, they could have simply been inspiration for any relationships that existed between the characters (friend or romantic).

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Fic Rec Friday (Saturday)

The Heart Behind The Shield by @carlos-in-glasses

Have you ever wanted the show to slow down? To delve deeper into the trauma behind TK getting held hostage? Or Carlos getting kidnapped? How both of those events effected them afterward? Did you search endlessly for codas for 2x08 and 4x04?

How about a look into Carlos and Gabriel's relationship? Or TK's grief over Gwyn?

Are you a fan of hurt/comfort? Or a little whump? Or fluff? Or angst? Or a little smut?

What if I told you you could have all of this - and more - in ONE fic?

Because you can.

I'm late to the party, as this was published back in April, but I am currently in love with this story.

And you know I just HAD to make this post NOW, right after reading it, because I didn't even take take to make a cutesy header for the post because I just needed to gush about this fic.

There is so much I want to say, but I will let you experience the beauty of @carlos-in-glasses' writing for yourself!

Just seriously....go read it.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

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[sirendeepity]

[ Gwynriel one-shot ]

A/N: the cake header didn't win in the end, but I kinda liked it so watch out because I might reuse it in the future. Anywaay Idk how to classify this, because it's many things and nothing at all, so- Enjoy?

P.s.: for all my Nessian lovers at heart, yes, this one-shot was originally meant for them, and only recently I chose violence and made it Gwynriel <3

P.p.s.: keep in mind that I was too lazy to do serious medical research on a fictional creature's anatomy, so if anything I said here makes no sense, just roll with it

P.p.p.s.: it's been more than a year since I first published this and the damn cake header- SO here it is. The infamous cake header. I love it so much, it's not even funny. If you're reading this now and have no idea what all of this is about, just know that the loser is now the winner, make of that what you wish

W/C: 2.7k

T/W: depiction of injury, blood

Gwyn closed her book with a loud thud, the sound echoing through the empty library down to its darkest corners.

“What is it?” She asked, running low on patience. Something was clearly bothering the young priestess, and that “something” had a name, a face, and even a title. Multiple titles, actually. Or nicknames, depending on who you ask.

Namely: Kingslayer (she was fine with it, so long as you addressed the other kingslayer the same way), Goddess of Death (“I am no such thing”), Princess of Decay (not her best, if Gwyn had to be honest, but she could live with it), Lady Death (this one, in particular, she enjoyed more than she let on, and Cassian’s personal favorite), Queen of Queens (so much for her pride and ego, as if Nesta didn’t have enough of them already), Valkyrie, General, Oristian (the one and only cause of many, many heated quarrels between the two of them. Take a bet, you’d be wrong anyway), and on and forward with mighty and frightening titles like Archeron, Sweetheart, Nes.

The latter, specifically, was the cause of the discomfort in the House of Wind. The sentiment, well, it belonged to its owner and creator, but it mattered little since it reflected on the building as a whole, and therefore anyone who currently resided in it.

“Nesta,” the redhead urged, drawing back the attention to the present moment, “what’s wrong? You’ve been uneasy and anxious all afternoon. And that damned knee-”

Nesta Archeron stopped her bouncing knee at once.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Nesta replied, burying her nose back into her book. The priestess knew her friend was not reading a single word since she hasn’t flipped a page once in the past half hour.

Gwyn just stared at her pointedly, waiting for the other to just give up any pretense and confess the cause of her distress, blurting out whatever was worrying both her mind and her heart. Normally, it would’ve taken a lot more than just a look to tear Nesta Archeron’s defenses down, but normally she wouldn’t have been in such a state in the first place.

With a loud huff of defeat, Nesta closed her book as well. “It’s Cassian,” she admitted.

“Yes, that I already knew,” replied Gwyn, not surprised in the least. “The real question is why? I mean, you’ve known each other for quite some time now, it’s not like this is the first mission he took part in.”

“Leading, actually,” Nesta corrected, “but that’s not the point, is it?”

The priestess shook her head, just a little, and gave her friend pause to find the right words to express herself. She was aware of the struggles Nesta still faced whenever she had to open her heart, to laid it bare for the world to wound. But Gwyn also knew that she was trying her best, fighting against her own mind, the old bad habits screaming at her to tear apart any threat with bared teeth because cowering—failing—was not an option. She just needed some time to rummage through her vocabulary, making sure she used the right words, so she wouldn’t end up being misunderstood and then had to find different words to repeat herself. Gods knew how Nesta despised saying the same thing twice.

“I know he’s been a part of many missions already, but this one is different,” Nesta said. “This one is big, and secretive. It’s a serious thing—more than the others, I mean. Azriel is the ‘secretive’ one, not Cassian.” Her index and middle finger curled in the air, stating her point. “Contacts of any kind have been banned between us, and…”

“And?” Gwyn prompted once the silence stretched on. Letting Nesta stay inside her head for too long was not wise, not while she was in these conditions: eaten alive by nerves and anxiety and doubts. You name it.

“And he shut me out. His end of the mating bond… It is not there. I can reach up to the very same point, and then nothing. It’s like walking on a bridge and at some point, it just stops. Or it goes on, but you wouldn’t know because there’s a wall of mist blocking you from reaching the other end. This is what is killing me. I feel nothing from it—from him. He could be injured or dying or already dead and I wouldn’t even know!”

Gwyn met her friend’s troubles with sympathy in her eyes and logic in her mind—there was space for only one kind of sentimentalism here, and it wasn’t hers. She couldn’t say she understood what Nesta was going through, exactly, but maybe one day she would. If it were up to her, there would be two of them worrying over their mates’ wellbeing and safety, but since it wasn’t up to her and her only, she could do nothing but wait and try and hope that he just opened his eyes and— Gwyn shook her head. Focus on Nesta, she thought. She needs you most.

“That’s not true, Nesta,” the priestess started, comforting words pouring out of her like water. “Even if he tries to block his end of the bond to prevent it from reaching out to you, there is just so much he can do. If something, anything, worth of serious notice happened to him, you would still know it. You would feel it. That’s one of the wonders of a mating bond. The same soul in two different bodies.”

Nesta rolled her eyes at the cheesy words, and Gwyn couldn’t help her own giggle.

You can pretend all you want, Archeron. I know you’re a romantic at heart.

The youngest covered her face, groaning into her hands. The sound came out muffled, just like her words. “It doesn’t sound so funny when you’re in my situation. I can’t even fucking function like a normal person. All I can do is walk around the House like an angry gremlin, biting everyone’s head off. I think I accidentally made one of the new acolytes cry a few days ago.”

“You do look like a bundle of nerves and pure evil.”

“Thanks.”

Gwyn laughed again. “Come on, we just need some cuddles and self-care.” Also known as cakes and bubble baths. They’d always worked wonders. She rose from her seat, the book forgotten, and extended a hand in her friend’s direction. Nesta eyed it for a moment longer before pushing the pillows aside and interlacing their fingers.

“We could call Emerie, too. Code Purple. I’m sure she would close down the shop and come her running on her own two feet if we only asked—”

The door of the private library opened, banging against the wall on its way, cutting Gwyn off. Both females turned toward the source of the disturbance, guards raised and brows furrowed.

Gwyn relaxed first. Speaking of the devil…

“We were just talking about you,” the priestess said in way of greetings, but her relief didn’t live long. Something was alarming the Illyrian, who bounced her brown eyes between pairs of teal and silver.

Something’s wrong.

As if on cue, Emerie took a shallow breath and voiced what was unsettling them all, “The guys are back. They’re not okay.”

One moment, Nesta was there. The next, she was gone, fleeing out of the room so fast that even Gwyn’s sharp reflexes needed their sweet time to register what has just happened. Only she and Emerie were left in the library now, their alarmed stares mirroring each other.

“How bad is he?” Asked Gwyn, needing to know what was coming her way if she wanted to help Nesta in any useful way.

Emerie just looked at her for a long moment, her dark eyebrows tipping upward. From concern to sympathy. No, commiseration.

“It’s not Cassian,” she said at last.

Gwyn’s heart dropped, free-falling to the ground. No. No, no, no, no. Her feet moved on their own accord, pushing past Emerie and toward the doors. To go where she didn’t know. She just needed to go. She felt the faint presence of her friend at her heels, saying something to her—of that Gwyn was almost sure—but she couldn’t hear a word over the high-pitched sound filling her head. It reminded her of that one time when Azriel flew them so high above the clouds her teeth started clattering from the frigid air and her ears popped. She threw it right back at him, screaming at the top of her lungs when he stilled his wings and hold her tight to him as they pummeled back toward the green of the mountains. The adrenaline rush left her so dizzy she couldn’t even stand on her own once Azriel got them both back to safety. She remembered throwing up her breakfast and then asking the Shadowsinger for a second round. She would laugh at the memory now if she hadn’t come to a stop in front of an open doorway, her eyes swiftly scanning the room. Not him, not him, not—

She registered the High Lord and his second, keeping themselves out of the way on the side of the room, following everyone’s movements like hawks, and not far from them stood Morrigan. Concern lined her usually soft features, yet she was still too much of a coward to just— Stop. Not now. She stepped further into the room, finding Nesta’s eyes next: she was glued to her mate’s side, trying to reign in her relief. She tipped her head toward the other side of the room, where her sisters stood around—

“Azriel,” Gwyn breathed, her voice no more than a strangled whisper.

He was on his knees, eyes closed, his chest barely rising enough for air to fill his lungs. His armor had already been discarded, left in a puddle of dark metal on the carpet, and the shirt—torn open on the back—was dripping with blood. His blood.

Elain’s hands were cupping his face, mumbling sweet nothings to him as he failed to contain his pained grunts whenever Feyre, on the other end of him, worked her healing magic. Or tried to, if her slightly panicked expression was of any indication.

Normally, seeing the Seer anywhere close to him made her see red. Now she could not see nor hear anything but him. The odd angle of his bent wings, the sweat crowning his brow, the trembles of his closed fists, so tight the knuckles were white as sheets, and the slow hiss escaping through clenched teeth as he tried not to show his friends the full extent of the pain he was in. Gwyn could feel all of it—that blinding pain. Almost like it was her own. The shadows, his loyal companions, were nowhere to be seen. They’re feeling it too, Gwyn thought. But they’re scared. And she knew why.

She set his jaw and steeled her spine, pushing her own concerns aside and locking them in the back of her mind, where they couldn’t distract her anymore, and walked as close to him as she could without stepping on the middle Archeron.

“What happened,” she demanded no one in particular.

It was Cassian who answered, his voice drifting toward her, dripping with guilt, “They were onto us, a stray arrow got stuck in the wrong part of his wings. I had to fly both the hell out of there while one of us still had wings to do so.”

Gwyn willed the High Lady’s attention on her. It always left her startled—the similarity: Feyre and Nesta’s eyes were like two drops of water, yet it was impossible to mistake one for the other. The same, but different.

There was no difference in the concern filling them now. “The wound’s not clean. The tip cut through the tendon, leaving the nerves exposed and on the brink of snapping. It’s hard to proceed now—he’s lost so much blood already, and the arrows must’ve been dipped in poisons of some kind because it’s like his body is fighting against me.” Feyre exhaled, backing her bloodied hands away from the torn skin. She shook her head slowly, “It’s such a mess.”

“Let me try.”

Silence fell. Gwyn’s voice sounded foreign to her own ears, but she repeated herself nonetheless, more security lacing her words this time around. “Let me try.”

The youngest sister exchanged wary looks with the other members of the family, the only people currently crowding the room.

“Gwyn,” Nesta said, probably trying to talk her out of it.

“Let. Me. Try.” Her sharp tone left no room for debate, one Gwyn had no intention of having right then. They could scream at her about her irreverence all they wanted once Azriel didn’t look like the ghost of himself anymore.

With a nod from the High Lady, Elain rose from the floor, stepping back and out of the way. As soon as she had enough room for movement, Gwyn took a deep breath and fell to her knees in front of the Illyrian warrior. He flinched slightly, muscles tensing, but kept his eyes closed and his head bent toward the ground. One hand slipped inside her pocket, gripping the cold stone she kept carrying around without fail and placed it on his chest. Blue stone against blue stone.

“Look at me,” she whispered against Azriel’s arched ear. When she received no response, she pressed her palm against his dark cheek, prompting him to raise his head. “Look at me, Azriel,” she said again.

He did, slowly opening his eyes to meet hers. She could barely make out the colors of his irises, glossed over and covered by black lashes. In the state he was in, even the tiniest action was a struggle. Gwyn didn’t waste any more time as she gradually drifted her fingers to his neck and down his back, ignoring the raging need growing inside her chest at the slick wetness meeting her fingertips, clawing her insides and screaming protect, protect, protect.

Gwyn didn’t blink once as her hand found its way toward the bleeding wound. She was glad she didn’t see the full damage of the injury or may the Gods have mercy on whoever did this to him because she would be out for blood. She knew she reached her target when Azriel’s scarred hand shot up and closed around her arm in a bone-shattering grip, startling her.

After a calming breath and various failed attempts, she managed to let the words past the lump clogging her throat. “Let me try,” she said, hopefully for the last time. “Please,” Gwyn begged, voice breaking. She leaned forward until their brows met, keeping them pressed one against the other as she waited for Azriel to accept her help—or deny it.

He let out a deep breath, the movement causing a bolt of pain to stiffen his crunching form, before unfolding the fingers from around her arm.

“Make it stop.”

It was all Azriel said before she felt him give in and give up to the agony, letting the weight of his body fall on hers as he hid his face in the crook of her neck. Gwyn closed her eyes, allowing herself to bask in the feeling of him as relief poured out of her lungs. And with it, she got back to work. With a grounding breath to calm her wild heart, she opened up to the healing power of the Invoking Stone. It flew through his Siphon, restoring from the inside, and run through her veins, using her body as a conductor, making her skin lit up. That earned her a couple of gasps, making Gwyn acutely aware of the eyes now burning holes in her back. Only Nesta and Emerie had ever seen her like that—shining like one of the many stars in the sky. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to care. Willing the stone’s power—the Mother’s power—to stitch him up for good, Gwyn buried her nose in his hair and inhaled his scent until she choked on it, just as his shadows shyly showed themselves again, wrapping around their embracing bodies like a dark blanket.

Mate. Oh, how she wished she could say those words out loud, screaming them for everyone to hear. The Spymaster of the Night Court is my mate.

She healed Azriel’s bleeding wings, but who would heal her bleeding heart?

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[freyjas-musings]

I swear to God everytime every single time I read the bonus I find one new thing . SjM was careful to write the way the shadows reacted to Gwyn vs Elain to a point where she made it a like to like comparison.

Shadows reacting to Elain

Shadows reacting to Gwyn

Is it a coincidence that SJM used the exact same scenario the shadows reaction to the two females voices/sound .... the reaction being vastly different one negative one positive? Nope.

Also, we have often seen mates powers being described as a song further proof that Gwyn and Az are most probably Mates. Find the link to an amazingly well written post by Yaz regarding the same I don't think I could have done any better so might as well look at her post for Reference.

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[not-poignant]

Hi pia

When you eventually begin writing Mallory and Mount will the header of your blog change? Since atm it's Gwyn/Fae Tale related because you're still writing ft au content

Hi anon,

It'll probably depend on a few things.

Firstly, Fae Tales is the most popular thing I've ever done, and it's still the main reason people find my work (particularly Game Theory and The Court of Five Thrones), so while that is so popular, I'm not like in a rush to change all the banners or anything like that. Right now for example, I'm using 'Fae Tales & Other Stories' as like, my main kind of descriptor for what I'm doing.

I don't know how Mallory & Mount will do as a serial, so I'm wary of stripping everything down and changing it, and in that sense I'll probably follow where the readers are going. Since Mallory & Mount will start out as early access anyway before it goes anywhere public, I'll have some time to gauge how things are going.

I mean technically I should have stripped out all the banners with Gwyn and changed to something Efnisien-focused like two years ago anon, based off what I'm spending most of my time writing, and what's most popular. But I'm fairly sentimental about the Fae Tales series (and tbh I forget things like my Tumblr and Patreon banners exist).

It'll change when it changes, but I'm not in a rush. :)

#asks and answers #efnisien is definitely the reason i'm getting paid right now lol #but yeah you can never tell what's going to be popular #and changing up banners/art is finicky and welp #we'll see

[littlegoldfinchh]

A question: Those soul games you mentioned in your.. header? Intro? I can’t recall what it’s called, sorry, what are those about?

Enjoy your cheese!

OUgh hi there !!! Thank yoj for your ask im very drunk and im waiting for the water tp boil bc im making pasta so. I'll try to explain soulsborne games to you

So uhm dark souls one. Oh boy it's like

So back then there used to be nothing but. Fog? And dragons? But then suddenly there was fire and. And fire is good it's like life i guess? So fire is important

And there's Gwyn. He's kinda like Zeus in a way? He's the main god, the all father even. So Gwyn wanted to keep

To keep the age of fire? Because the fire is supposed to go out but he doesn't want that so he branded humanity with this dark curse that made them come back to life snd stuff

You should checj out. Vaatividya on YouTube he's like the lore master of dark souls. You will enjoy his videos i prommy

Also liek dark souls has amazing weapons. Like pretty big swords with pretty abilities

Have you seen the onyx blade??? Oe the moonlight greatsword?? They fuck

The games are relatively hard because you have to get better if you want to progress. But it's so beautiful it's like a challenge and every single fight feels like. The sweetest victory ever your heart will beat sO fast and it will be amazing i promise

You should check out. Bloodborne and dark souls 3 and elden ring y they're my favorite ones

Oh and the armors omg. They're so beautiful and hOt and jddkdhjd you can dress up your little dude!!! How cool is that!!!!

Like these games will hurt you in the best way possible and i cannot recommend them enough

#mwah. tbank you so much #ask

[evafoxz]

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[spideyns]

ACOTAR HEADERS

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gwynriel — acosf headers.

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[sugdenlovesdingle]

WIP Wednesday *just pretend there is a cool header here*

thanks for tagging me @sznofthesticks @carlos-in-glasses @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad

no pride fic this week (that's still in the works though!) but a little something that's been knocking around my head forever and i finally started writing at about 5am today and may or may not go anywhere.

Have some soft tarlos in NYC.

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"Feels weird to be back here." TK said, staring out the window to the city below.

"Good weird? Or bad weird?" Carlos asked, coming to stand behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist.

TK sighed and leaned back in his embrace.

"I don't know. Weird weird." He took a minute to collect his thoughts while Carlos dropped a small kiss in his neck. "When dad dragged me to Austin... the only thing I wanted was to come back here one way or another. I begged my mom to help me keep my apartment. I even tried to get my old captain to take me back on..."

"Old captain? I thought you'd always worked with your dad?"

TK shook his head.

"No, when I first got out of the academy I wanted to do everything on my own. I even tried to get my name changed to Morgan so people wouldn't know I was Owen Strand's son."

"So really, you've been giving personnel departments of the nation's fire departments headaches with name changes since the academy?" Carlos teased.

"Shut up." TK laughed and softly elbowed him in the stomach. "The last name change was your idea, remember? Mister Reyes-Strand."

"It was worth the paperwork and the hassle." Carlos vowed. "I like having the same name as you. Let the world know you're mine and I'm yours."

"Marriage made you a sap." TK said but turned his head for a kiss.

They stood and watched the city for a while from the window of the hotel room Gwyn had insisted on booking for them as belated wedding present.

"You know, the restaurant where I proposed to Alex is just a few blocks from here."

"Is it?"

"Yeah, just a few blocks south. One or two stops on the subway I think. If it's still there..."

"Hmm... Are you hungry?" Carlos asked, and much to TK's disappointment, let go of him to look for something in his suitcase.

"I guess I could eat... We could go to that place on Spring Street, if you want to go out. It's not far from here." TK suggested, trying to keep up with his husband's train of thought.

"Maybe tomorrow." Carlos replied and pulled his t-shirt over his head and put on a dress shirt. "Is this ok?"

"For what?"

"Making new memories."

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I'm so so so late to the party (as usual) so I'm sure everyone's already done this... so open tag for anyone who (still) wants to share something!

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[maddiesflame]

Gwynriel headers

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[hiloedits]

— gwynriel headers

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