#there may or may not be a Cassian lapdance

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This is my first fic that I have ever posted! I am so nervous and excited to share it with you all! I started reading Wildfire by Hannah Grace and was immediately inspired to create this little Gwynriel piece!

Read a little snippet below the cut! Hope you enjoy! ♥️

“Are you a burglar?” She jumps, turning towards him.

At the first full glimpse of her face, Azriel completely loses his breath. She has wide, moon bright eyes, the color of the Mediterranean sea. Freckles decorate a pert, upturned nose. And her lips, the color of rose petals, parted on a gasp, turn upwards in a small smile. A sweet blush dusts her cheeks and nose, keeping her freckles company.

“Sorry, you startled me.” Her teeth sink into her plush bottom lip, as she glances down and then back up, doing a quick perusal of him. Azriel does his best not to squirm under her bright eyes, giving himself an internal pep talk. Cool, Az, keep it cool.

“Does it count as burglary if I never intend for the stolen goods to leave the property?”

Azriel hums in response. “Valid question. I wish I studied law so I could answer for you.”

She shrugs a delicate shoulder, looking at him conspiratorially.

“Surely if the owner never finds out, I’m okay, right?”

“How about you tell me what you’re looking for and then I’ll decide if I need to report you to the authorities?”

She scuffs the bottom of her shoe against the tile, fighting a smile, and leaning back against the counter behind her.

“I just wanted a glass. I don’t like to use plastic, if I can help it,” she says, gesturing to the kitchen island littered with plastic solo cups. “Do you know how much single use plastic ends up in the ocean? How damaging it is to the delicate ecosystems?” Her eyes glow as she describes the different kinds of animals in the oceans she wants to protect with this crusade through his kitchen for a glass and Azriel decides whatever cause makes her face light up like that, he’s on board.

He pushes past her towards the cupboard by the sink and grabs a glass for her without a word. She takes it, glancing up to meet his eyes.

“You…live here…don’t you?”

He pushes down a laugh, unsuccessfully.

“Yes.”

She nods, pulling her lips into her mouth, an adorable look on her face. Her cheeks tinge pink again and Azriel thinks that he could get used to causing that flush across her face.

#ahhhhhhh my first fic ever! #honestly tho I am so thankful to this fandom for inspiring me to start writing again #acotar #gywnriel #gwynriel fanfic #bonus nessian #my writing #there may or may not be a Cassian lapdance #a court of thorns and roses