I just realized that I made you love Gwynriel in some way even before the book’s official release and I can’t help but patting on my back ‘CAUSE I DID GOD’S WORK. THEY DESERVE THE HYPE.
And I’m happy you loved them.
(Also, THANK YOU FOR STILL LOVING THAT PLAYLIST. IT MAKES ME REALLY HAPPY)
a/n: Based on a fanart by Lucielart, commissioned by @booknerd87 on tumblr. Part of her “A Picture and the Story Behind” collection. Happy Birthday, lovely!
The cool of the blade spread across his skin. It was pressed hard enough to be felt, but not so hard it would leave a mark.
Az almost wished it would.
“Do you yield, Shadowsinger?”
He couldn’t help but flash a half-smile to the redhead. “I never yield, Berdara.” She pressed the flat side of the blade harder against his neck, bringing her body nearer to his.
This close, he was overtaken by water lilies and a river rushing through the forest. The scent so strong, he felt as if they’d been transported to a clearing by a small brook.
“Cassian says otherwise,” Gwyn challenged, not easing up on her hold of Az.
“Cassian says a lot of things."
Her lips twitched upward, as if she wanted to laugh in agreement but wouldn’t let herself. "He also says there’s no dishonor in yielding to the better fighter.”
“Yeah,” Az chuckled. “I’ll believe him when I see him yield.”
Adding more pressure to the blade, Gwyn watched Az carefully, her eyes scanning his face, looking for something. Likely insight into what he’d do next.
He lifted his hands and rested them on hers, wrapping them around her fingers and the dagger’s hilt. His callouses wouldn’t let him appreciate the smooth backside of her hand, but they didn’t stop the tingling sensation that buzzed up his arms from the point of contact. “A knife to the neck is a good power play, but if you’ve left both of your opponent’s arms free, they’ve got far more room to fight back, even if you do have their legs pinned.” His shadows danced up his wrists until they were swirling around their joined hands.
Swimming in deep pools of teal, Az couldn’t look away from her eyes as he pushed the dagger away from him. Gwyn attempted to hold it where it was, but he was stronger. And once it was far enough from his skin, he managed to wrangle it out of her hand. The metal clanged against the floor of the training ring, the sound drawing Gwyn’s gaze away for a minute.
His shadows retreated slightly, back to their perch on his shoulders, watching Gwyn. Marking every tiny move in case Azriel missed one.
He never did.
“I guess I still need more lessons,” Gwyn breathed, slowly looking back toward Az. His hands were still holding hers. She didn’t pull away.
“Whenever you want, Priestess.” Az could feel his chest expanding and contracting with each breath he took. Gwyn was so close to him, her eyes bright and contemplative. A faint blush spread across her cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to lift a hand and brush the color softly. But he dare not.
Gwyn had recently become more comfortable with his touch. Letting him direct and guide her, to take her hand when necessary. All for teaching purposes. Their touches were no more than a mentor helping a student learn a proper stance or move. That’s all they could be. It didn’t matter how much more they might mean to Az, how much more he wanted. Gwyn’s comfort came first.
Still, this close, it would be so easy to lean in. To just ghost his lips across hers, to chance a quick taste, knowing it would likely be his only one.
Azriel would never disrespect Gwyn like that. It was just a dream, another fantasy. That’s all he was ever granted: fantasies. He tried to shut them off, to keep his mind occupied with other thoughts. Consciously, he refused to think about Gwyn in that way. But in his dreams, on the nights he actually managed to sleep, there was no stopping them.
Picture after picture of a possible life flooded his mind. Picnics by the Sidra. Getting a small house together. Private game nights at the House. Spying together on various missions. Stolen kisses in the garden. Secret moments in hidden alcoves that only the House would witness.
He would wake smiling every time they came. And it would quickly fade when he remembered it was a dream he’d never have.
Gwyn’s eyes flicked down to the hands that were still holding hers.
Idiot. This touch was far beyond that of a teacher helping a student.
He moved to slide his hands away, but she turned her palm and linked her fingers with one of them as the other fell away.
It was as if his entire body had expanded, only so that he could feel even more hollow. And yet, it was warm and welcome, and entirely daunting.
He swallowed as she locked her stare with his again.
Everything was pounding. Everything was silent as a grave.
Gwyn leaned in slightly, her movement slow, cautious. Az was frozen in place. And even if he could move, he wouldn’t. He didn’t know what was going through Gwyn’s mind. What she was thinking or doing. But whatever it was, he would give her the control. He would always give her the control in such a close proximity. Whenever she wanted it.
She stilled, her face a few inches from his, her breathing as heavy and ragged as his had become.
“Az,” she whispered, her eyes flicking between his and his mouth. In five hundred years, his self-control had never been so tested as it was in that moment. He was practically shaking with restraint, only he couldn’t do that either. Not as Gwyn sat on top of him, able to feel his every heartbeat.
Drums started to sound in his distant corners, announcing an army that would march through his entire body. He could feel the vibrations of the footsteps in the depths of his chest.
Gwyn’s eyes never left his. They held his stare and wouldn’t let it go. Not that Az wanted them, too. No, he would gladly stare into that sea of teal all day if Gwyn would let him.
He felt a nudge at the back of his head, something cool and not entirely corporeal. One of his shadows, pushing him closer.
Az let it, bringing his face closer to Gwyn’s. From this distance he could easily find shapes and images in the freckles across her nose and cheeks, like constellations in the stars. His hand lifted slowly, his fingers brushing through her hair and pushing it out of her face.
Images from his dreams flashed across his mind, more determined than ever before. He attempted to shut them down, to quell the hope that was building.
“Gwyn?” he breathed, barely making a sound. Something was on her mind. He could see it in her stare, in the tension in her lips.
The corners of her mouth ticked upward and then she was leaning in again.
His shadows began to swirl around them, shrouding them, as if trying to offer some privacy. As if that were possible at the House in any sense. Especially out in the open in the training ring.
Az couldn’t breath as Gwyn inched closer. He’d dreamed of her getting this close for months. Of her smile and lips, her laugh, her bright eyes. And now it was happening. She leaned her face into his hand, even as she moved toward him, tilting her head.
It was her choice. He stayed still to ensure it remained that way, but Cauldron did he want this, for her lips to reach his, to brush them, press against them.
“Don’t even think about it!"
The cry sounded through the air, making Az’s shadows retreat as Gwyn jolted away.
"Don’t think about what?” a deeper voice chuckled.
Az groaned as he recognized the voices. As he heard the footsteps on the stairs coming from the House to the ring.
Gwyn stood, straightening herself. Az followed her lead, moving slower than her as he mentally cursed his brother. Cassian would find a way to chase Nesta up to the ring at the worst possible moment.
Az held out the dagger to Gwyn. She accepted it and muttered, “Thanks, again. For the lesson and…yeah."
He nodded and watched as Gwyn put the dagger back in its place and then rushed through the door just as Nesta and Cassian got there. His eyes remained on the emptying stairwell behind the two idiots who were now staring at him with shit eating grins.
"Did we walk in on something, brother?” Cassian wondered, his words full of amusement.
Az rolled his eyes and took a deep breath. “Dagger lessons.” He shot a quick glare at Cassian and then spread his wings, taking off for a much needed flight to expel some pent-up energy.
Gwyn’s legs carried her toward the small pond almost without thought. The cool breeze from the Illyrian mountains a refreshing balm to her overly warm skin.
She had woken in a sweat from an unexpected nightmare, mindlessly searching the bed in the hope that Azriel had returned from his last-minute mission. To her dismay, she had quickly realized she was still alone. She hadn’t been able to shake the nightmare. She wanted nothing more than to feel the comforting warmth of a certain Illyrian, but she found herself leaving the small cabin in search of solace instead.
As she wound her way down the darkened path, she remembered the first night she had found herself here. Azriel had brought her to the pond when she had lamented the lack of any nearby place to swim. He had simply smirked, then escorted her through the trees near camp until he revealed the small pond, just big enough for an Illyrian to float comfortably.
Only a moment later, her memory gave way to the real thing. The pond materialized before her, the soft light of the moon illuminating the picturesque pond surrounded by lush trees. The breeze caught the silk of her nightgown, gently swaying the light blue fabric as if to remind her that these woods were far from empty. But Azriel had told her everything about these woods, ensuring she would be safe even in the deepest parts.
Without so much as a pause for fear, Gwyn stripped off her nightgown and tossed it by a nearby tree. She quickly twisted her hair into a loose knot, then waded into the water, reveling in the cold caress on her skin. The water felt like home, instantly washing away the lingering fear her nightmare had conjured. She stepped in further, the water rising until it was rippling just above her breasts, sending bursts of goosebumps across her freckled skin.
She closed her eyes, letting her mind rest while the water calmed her nerves. She had grown accustomed to Azriel being gone on missions, but it had become increasingly difficult to avoid the inevitable longing she felt when he was away. She was in love with him. Madly, hopelessly in love with him. She had realized it weeks ago but had been secretly hoping he might say something first. But he had remained silent – as patient as ever.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to shove her nightmare away. Azriel’s silence didn’t have to mean anything. He had always been patient with her, so there was no reason to believe that he didn’t want her. Her nightmare was just that: a nightmare.
Another breeze rippled across the water, bringing with it the subtle scent of cedar. She breathed it in, not realizing that the trees around her weren’t cedars at all. It wasn’t until a shadow caressed her cheek that she looked up, her teal eyes meeting a pair of amused hazel ones.
“Azriel!” She gasped, her face flushing when his lips quirked into a knowing smirk. She took him in, her eyes hungrily roaming over him. To her relief, he appeared unharmed. Still in his leathers, he was as handsome as ever. He was barefoot, which likely accounted for how he had snuck up on her, and he was leaning casually against the tree where she had dropped her nightgown earlier, making her wonder how long he’d been there.
“Hello, Gwyn,” Azriel rumbled, his eyes dipping to where the water moved across her breasts. She blushed deeper but let him look his fill. “I didn’t scare you, did I?”
She shook her head slowly. “No, but…when did you get back?” She asked, moving toward the shore slowly. His eyes followed her, tracking the dip of the water down her chest. “I didn’t think you’d return until tomorrow, at the earliest.”
He gave her a crooked grin. “I got back a half hour ago,” he explained, hazel eyes dancing playfully. “I was tired.”
“Then shouldn’t you be sleeping?” She laughed, moving just far enough that her breasts were almost completely exposed.
“I can’t sleep,” he responded, his eyes filling with heat and…something else. “Now… are you going to come over here or are you going to make me come into that pond with you?”
“You’re standing by my nightgown,” she giggled, her eyes darting almost involuntarily to his mouth when his lips spread into a devilish smirk. “And you’re staring at me.”
His eyebrows rose, his eyes gleaming with mirth. “So?” He said simply, challenge filling his tone. “I’ve seen you in far more scandalous ways, Berdara.”
She flushed crimson, warmth spreading through her. Her mind filled with memories of their nights, and sometimes days, spent exploring every inch of each other. He had seen all of her – even the parts she had been afraid to share.
“Very well then, but it’s your fault if I die of a chill,” she teasingly chided, taking deliberate steps toward him.
He threw his head back with a laugh, reaching his hand out when she got close enough. She accepted his offer without question, letting him pull her toward the tree near the shore. Water dripped in a puddle around her, but Azriel seemed unperturbed by it as he dipped his head, pulling her tightly against his chest before he claimed her mouth.
She melted into his kiss, clinging to his warm leathers while his hands roamed everywhere. She felt a warm caress of magic across her skin, drying the now cold water that still lingered. But she barely noticed, too caught up in the feeling of Azriel’s mouth on hers to care about anything else.
A moment later, they finally broke apart with matching grins as they caught their breath. Azriel gave her one last peck on the cheek, his lips lingering for a second, then turned to grab her nightgown. She lifted her arms gratefully, letting him slide the garment over her skin.
His hands lingered at her waist, which she took full advantage of a moment later. She gripped his hands, tugging him down against the tree with her. He fell between her legs with a lighthearted laugh, twisting carefully until his back was resting against her chest. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he rested his head against her breasts, his wings dropping to either side of her.
She brushed his hair back, gently rubbing his shoulder while they sat quietly together. She could sense how tired he was, echoing her own fatigue. His shadows swirled between them, seeming almost to try and soothe them both. She wondered if they were as tired as she felt.
“Azriel, why couldn’t you sleep?” She murmured, leaning her cheek against his soft mess of black hair.
“What do you mean?” Azriel urged softly, eyes still peacefully closed.
“You said you couldn’t sleep before,” she said, sensing his body slowly relaxing against her. “I was just curious what you meant by that? Is something wrong?”
The hint of a smile graced his features even while his eyes remained shut. She opened her mouth to question him further, but he unexpectedly sat up, shifting until he was on his knees facing her.
“You weren’t there,” Azriel stated, a scarred hand coming to gently cup her cheek. “I sleep better when you’re with me, Gwyn. Hell, I barely sleep at all when you’re not with me, and when I do…I don’t like waking up without you next to me.”
She sucked in a breath, intimately aware of how quiet his voice had gotten. He was nervous, yet she was the one trembling. She shifted forward, moving to her knees before him.
“I had a nightmare tonight,” she admitted, ignoring his puzzled look and leaning into his gentle touch. “I was afraid you didn’t want me. That’s what woke me up and drove me here. I…I sleep better when you’re with me too.”
The smile that lit Azriel’s face radiated happiness, sparking something deep in Gwyn’s soul. She matched his smile with one of her own, laughing when he scooped her up into his arms with a deep kiss.
“Then let’s go to bed, Berdara,” Azriel murmured against her lips, his shadows engulfing them in darkness a moment later.
Hours later, deep in the dark, silent hours of the night, Gwyn drifted off in Azriel’s arms. His warmth radiated through her, calming her earlier nerves and erasing any doubts she had left. The soft tickle of a breath against her cheek was the last thing she felt before sleep claimed her, the whispered words mixing with her dreams.
If Azriel spends half, or even a quarter, of his book pining after Elain while Gwyn just quietly supports him….I will hurl myself into the sun and never read another SJM book again.
Gwyn deserves to experience proper romance and love without being the second choice.
Azriel deserves to grow and understand love without his lust for someone else overshadowing it.
Elain deserves to be more than just the object of someone’s lust or a catalyst for other people’s romance.
This is part of why I don’t ship him with anyone yet, it’s tough for me when I know a character is hung up on someone else.
But I really think we can take the PoV chapter and when it occurs in acosf as an indication that he listened to Rhys, and would have spent most of acosf away from Elain. I think his larger problem is why he gets so obsessed with Elain/Mor/a woman. He will need to work through that and it might take up some page space. But hopefully won’t be focused on Elain, but the issue more generally.
That is totally valid! I can see how that would be a worry. I definitely don’t want him to be pining for someone else his entire book.
I agree that the timing of his pov is really important. He spends five days being a grump, but then he slowly starts to be more normal and we see him bantering and relaxing a bit more. He has a lot of healing and growth to do before he can be healthy enough for a solid relationship, but I truly think that bonus chapter was an ending of sorts for one story and the beginning of another.
I know this seems to be an unpopular opinion, judging by the responses to my original post, but I fully believe that SJM is capable of giving us a beautiful healing journey and romance for Azriel and Gwyn.
P.S. I just want to make clear to others (not this specific person because I know them and I know they know this already) that I am NOT anti SJM or anti Azriel. I love these books and I love these characters. So uh….if you thought this post or my blog was something else, sorry, but you might be in the wrong place.
Anyway, glad to see people talking about stuff besides fandom drama! And thank you for your thoughts @aelin-godkiller<3
If Azriel spends half, or even a quarter, of his book pining after Elain while Gwyn just quietly supports him….I will hurl myself into the sun and never read another SJM book again.
Gwyn deserves to experience proper romance and love without being the second choice.
Azriel deserves to grow and understand love without his lust for someone else overshadowing it.
Elain deserves to be more than just the object of someone’s lust or a catalyst for other people’s romance.
This is it, everyone. Words cannot express how humbling and encouraging and amazing this journey has been. I posted my work on the internet with the intention for people to read and enjoy, but it still boggles my mind that it has reached so many and that people have loved reading it just as much as I have loved writing it. That being said, I will post the text of Chapter 32 here along with the links for both chapter 32 and the epilogue.
Thank you all so much, again, for reading and laughing and crying with me. And stay tuned! I’m far from done with this fanfiction game.
Chapter 32 (You’ve waited literally an entire book for this… NSFW)
Gwyn’s laugh echoed through the empty hallway as he swept her off her feet, cradling her under her knees and around her back as her arms wrapped around his neck. Azriel continued walking, as familiar with the House as he was with breathing. He stared deep into his wife’s shining eyes - his mate’s eyes - allowing himself to feel all the love and adoration that glittered within.
“You know I can walk, Az,” she giggled, even as she leaned into his chest. His answer was a playful growl.
“Nonsense. It is a husband’s sacred duty to carry his wife over the threshold to their marriage bed.” He kissed her hair. “And what manner of male would I be if I did not consider my duty with utmost seriousness and dedication.” Gwyn snorted.
“Gods, you’re ridiculous.”
The shadowsinger hummed in agreement as they reached his door, the lock clicking as dark wisps gently pushed it open. He smiled, happy that Nesta had helped him with the room before she and Cassian took their leave. The woman in his arms gasped as they entered. Countless flames floated from candles that littered the space, enough to cast the entire chamber in golden light.
“Azriel.” He felt her words against his jaw before her lips pressed there. “This is beautiful.” He settled her gently on the edge of the bed, crouching in front of her and grasping her hands atop her thighs.
“You deserve all the beautiful things in all the world. This is the very least of that.” The Illyrian gazed up at Gwyn, chest squeezing as he took in her form in the candlelight. The lace that hugged her lithe frame seemed so delicate, and he felt the need to feel it under his fingertips. He traced her neckline, the ridges of the pattern so at odds with the silken skin underneath. He could feel the hammering of her heart under his palm, and when he looked up he found her blushing. One of his thumbs stroked over her knuckles while the other moved from her dress and up over her collarbone and up the column of her neck before tracing the line of her jaw. “I nearly wept when I saw you walking toward me tonight. Every time I think it’s impossible for you to be more beautiful, you end up proving me so, so wrong.” The corners of her lips lifted, her hand reaching out to trace along the collar of his dress jacket. Azriel blew out an exhale, tenderly pushing tendrils of copper away from her face. “How are you feeling? About everything?”
They hadn’t had much time to themselves since the mating bond had made itself known to him, the couple having been swept into celebratory dinner and dancing at the High Lord’s river estate. They took care to avoid giving each other food, however, unwilling to invite the frenzy without speaking about the whole situation first. But it had been an incredible night, and he had never felt so loved and cherished and happy.
“About everything?” Gwyn echoed. “I’m… thrilled, to be honest.” His heart stuttered.
“You are?”
The Valkyrie rolled her eyes before gripping his tanned face in her hands. “Of course, I am, Azriel,” she cooed, a tiny hint of exasperation singing in her voice. “I became your wife today. You married me. And, as if that weren’t enough to make me the happiest woman in the world, the mating bond snapped for you - something you’ve desired for so long.”
“I confess, I was anxious that perhaps it might be overwhelming for you,” he conceded, giving a small shrug. “I know the mating bond is not something you’ve coveted like I have.”
“That may be true, but…” His wife studied him, chewing on her bottom lip while she chose her words. “My heart belongs to you, Azriel, and I cannot imagine being anything but joyous that I am your mate. I need time, of course, before we accept. I’m not sure I’m ready for the frenzy. But I love you, and I trust in that. In you. In us.”
Heart swelling, soul set on fire, Azriel surged upward and kissed her hard, cradling her nape so as not to push her backward. He felt her hands roaming over his chest and shoulders, and there was never a more arousing caress than that of his wife - his mate - desperate to feel him. He released her and stood, pulling her up with him. His hands settled upon her hips as he leaned in to brush his lips over hers once more.
“I love you, Gwyneth Berdara,” he vowed, thumbs tracing tiny circles over her stomach. They both knew what they had planned for this night, but he wanted to make it abundantly clear that she had nothing to prove to him. “As always, if you feel even the slightest twinge of anxiety or discomfort -”
“I know, Az,” she cut him off, lifting herself to press her lips to the corner of his mouth. “I love you. I’m ready. I trust you.” Calluses scratched over the delicate gown as his hands drifted around to her back and up, finding the dainty zipper pull at the top.
“May I see you, Gwyn?” His breath tickled the shell of her ear as he had her bracketed in his arms. Her mouth branded the skin below his jaw, her stuttered yes the answer to a lifetime of prayers. Azriel lifted his chin, granting her easier access as he dragged the zipper languidly down her spine, his other hand following and reveling in the heat of her bared flesh. Gwyn’s arm fell to her sides when the zipper fell, allowing him to push the dress down over her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a pool of ivory. And there she was, clad in lace again, albeit much less. He groaned. “Fuck, Gwyn.”
My dear friend has finished this lovely fanfic and I could not be more proud. She has worked so hard on this and the ending is simply beautiful. If you love Gwynriel, then you should definitely consider reading this.
okay but you know how Azriel was bragging to Cassian how he finds lovers really easily and doesn’t have to sprout poetry to get someone in bed with him? Imagine Gwyn doubting if Azriel actually loves her because of his past obsessions and the necklace re gift (I don’t actually think she’ll be mad more so just disappointed), so then to prove he is serious about them Azriel legit writes a crap ton of poetry and has like, an emotional angsty love confession through a poem.
I love this because I love the idea of Azriel actually talking to Gwyn and giving her his words. He’s so reserved and keeps his thoughts to himself, so I think it will be a huge thing for him to finally have that one person that he just lets go with. Someone who he just tells everything and I just love that.
After eating a slice of pie in the Spring Court, Gwyn finds herself desperate to be closer to Azriel and put an end to their accidental bout of abstinence.
Warnings: NSFW. Very NSFW. Smut. Smuttiness for days.
This is part of the Cherry Pie: ACOTAR Kinktober Smut Extravaganza collection. Make sure to check out the rest of the collection and the other authors!
Gwyn and Azriel spend an intimate evening playing chess as they finally take the next small step in their relationship.
Note: I won’t be updating A Song of Shadows for a few weeks as I focus on midterms and a couple things for Kinktober. I will be back with a fresh chapter in a few weeks though. As always, thanks for the patience. <3
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The onyx-haired executive lifted the elastic band in his fingers as his girlfriend popped into the kitchen, stopping her mid-ask.
“Where did you find it?” Gwyn squealed, grabbing for the hair tie. But Azriel swiftly snatched it out of her reach with a teasing grin.
“Where did I find it? Gwyn, love, you leave them everywhere.”
The freckles on her nose crinkled. “I do no such thing,” she pouted. He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the tip of that adorable little nose. He loved that this was his life now, the beautiful redhead he’d pined after for the better part of a year now losing her hair elastics and scrunchies all over his apartment. Theirapartment.
“You do so, but it’s alright. This is your home, too, and there are much worse things you could be scattering all over the apartment. However,” he explained, voice deepening with feigned seriousness, “I think I deserve a kiss for finding it for you.”
With an exaggerated huff and an eyeroll she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Fine,” she grumbled, but her teal eyes glittered. Then she tilted her face up and pulled Azriel down to meet her waiting lips. He had expected a quick peck, but she moved her luscious mouth against his and then smiled there before pulling back. “You drive a hard bargain.” He squeezed his fingers around her hips, where his hands had fallen as she made her payment.
“It seems like you didn’t find it too steep a price,” he answered, placing a kiss to her brow. She sighed, leaning into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek atop her head.
“Quite the opposite: it’s one I’ll gladly pay,” she snickered, voice muffled in his shirt. Azriel just squeezed, inhaling deeply and tightening his grip further.
After helping Azriel relax, Gwyn finds herself restless and a little needy, which leads to a vivid dream.
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She whispered, “And I am yours.” Those golden threads between their very souls shone with the words, as they formed a harp strummed by a heavenly hand.☁️ - Sarah J Maas ACOSF
Nesta & cassian’s romance/ smut was top tier in ACOSF
This art has been done for a while and was originally meant for a personal project one of my friends is doing from April to June where you pair an art with a story (hence why it is clearly depicting a scene that should be in the middle of a writing piece), however we decided against it when we realized it could look like we’re infringing on another fandom even currently taking place.
Either way, I am blow away by how amazing this art looks! When I first imagined Gwyn saving Azriel in the middle of battle I was reluctant to commission the idea because it was rather specific, but everything from the pegasus, the expressions, to the background are so gorgeous and I’m beyond happy with how the final product came out!
A huge thanks to @mostwantedpotato404 for taking on this commission and bringing it to life!
Gwynriel PDA includes Gwyn running into Azriel’s office after training and rubbing her sweaty face all over his. While he goes “Mmmrf, you’re an animal” and blushes furiously.
