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Gwynriel FanFic - I think I lost our bet
Chapter 5 : Butterflies
Chapter Synopsis : Azriel’s thought process, And a bit T/W of Gwyn’s past. Only one or two lines are there, but they’re there.
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Since the last few days, Gwyn had been sleeping in Azriel’s room. Everything had been going smoothly. Azriel didn’t have to awkwardly ask Gwyn to come to his room. She just automatically came, bid him goodnight, and slept on the bed.
Gwyn was a space - occupying sleeper. At the start of the night, She would be curled up on her left side, but when the sun shone through her auburn locks in the morning, Azriel could see her legs sprayed out, one over his leg and out of the blanket, and one in it. Her hands would he resting on her eyes.
Though Azriel always felt her leg on his, her body covering 70% of the bed (despite Azriel and his wings, Gwyn occupied more space) and giving him barely 30%, he didn’t mind it and neither did he need to tell her.
He actually liked it, it made him feel like someone was constantly there for him. Even if it was a small gesture like their legs touching each other.
Azriel used to wake up in the morning much earlier than her. He used to stare at her face for 5 minutes, like a creep.
He used to count her freckles. It was the first thing he did every morning. He sectioned her face and made it his goal to count at least the freckles on one part.
He knew it was creepy but it calmed him. He was also very thankful that his nightmares were at bay. He was glad to know that hers were too.
He didn’t know for sure if she had nightmares or not. Her beautiful peaceful sleeping face revealed nothing. But he knew that something as painful as that incident at Sangravah would give someone nightmares.
It gave him nightmares. Nightmares in which he wasn’t able to protect her. Gwyn’s sobbing voice echoing through his mind as a man thrust into her - “You weren’t fast enough.”
Azriel was taken aback when he heard Gwyn slam the door behind her and very angrily lie down on the bed. Azriel said nothing but watched her with a raised eyebrow.
When Gwyn didn’t tell him goodnight for another few minutes, Azriel knew something was wrong. Gwyn always said goodnight, even on the nights in which she came a bit late and Azriel was (pretending) asleep, he heard her whisper a goodnight to him.
“What’s wrong priestess?”, he asked worriedly as he lied down on the bed beside her. When Gwyn didn’t reply he asked again, it made him worry.
Was she mad at me? Did something happen? Did someone do something to her? No. No. She’s an independent women who’s very capable of protecting herself. But did something happen? What happened?
Azriel then went towards Gwyn side, and lent on her body a bit. “What’s wrong Gwyn?”
He heard Gwyn sighed and mutter a ‘nothing’.
Not gonna let you go so easily love.
Azriel couldn’t see her face, it was covered with her hair.
Azriel wanted to see her face. Her eyes, her freckles. Her pointed nose and crinkled eyes when she smiled. Her narrowed eyes when she said something egoistic and her rolling eyes when he said or did something stupid just to see her smile.
Azriel gently removed the hair from her face. She was lying on her side and facing the wall. When he did that, she didn’t stop it or flinch away.
She felt comfortable with me.
She didn’t look him in his eyes either. She was hiding something. Her eyes were a bit teary and cheeks a bit rosy. He knew she had been crying.
When Gwyn still didn’t look at him, he felt feeling in the pit of his stomach that he didn’t like.
He took her chin in his hands.
Look at me. Please. He begged her silently as if his sanity depended on it.
And for some reason she did.
She heard his silent plea. No one had ever heard his silent pleas before. They were ignored at the most crucial of times. The moments before which he knew he was close to a breakdown. He felt like this was one of those moments.
But now he wished that she hadn’t looked him in his eyes. Because his heart leaped in his chest for some reason.
His shadows had formed a crown over Gwyn’s head
And there were butterflies in his stomach from looking at the sight.
He gulped visibly and made sure his face remained neutral, but even he couldn’t hide the emotion from his eyes when he asked, “What’s wrong love?”
A/N : This has to be one of the best chapters I’ve ever written cause I just love it for some reason. Do comment if you like this type of writing ;)
Gwynriel Week Day 7 : Anythingg
Aaaaas we had the choice to do anything for today, it was small “remix” of lyrics of a song I prepared a long time ago about how Gwyn was feeling about the necklace situation. It’s tune is the same as this song -
Here are the lyrics :
He told me that he loved my at the toppest mountain. He told me that he loved me and he didn’t love Elain. And that was really lovely cause it was innocent. But now he’s got a cup with something else in it.
It’s getting kinda blurry at a quarter past ten. And he was in the hurry to be touching her skin. He’s feeling kind of dirty when he’s dancing with Elain. Forgetting what he told me by the toppest mountain.
Now he’s grabbing her hips, and pulling her in. Kissing her lips, and whispering in her ear and he knows that he shouldn’t but he still does it. He knows he should’ve been with me at the top of the mountain.
He couldn’t be at home in the night time because. It made him feel alone and at that time he was alone, he was alone. I wasn’t there with him at the mountain for once. And I regret it with so much but there’s not a thing I can do now, nothing I can do now.
But if he ever goes back to the toppest mountain. Our house, it will be broken and there’s nothing in it. My hands would never be able to rebuilt it, But my heart, it will be open and i’ll try to give it.
Now he’s grabbing my hips. And pulling me in. Kissing my lips, and whispering in my ear and I know that it’s only a wish, and that he’d always fall for a girl like Elain.
Gwynriel Week Day 5 : Future Theories
Soo 5 Gwynriel future theories for the 5th day of Gwynriel week.
1. The necklace theory :
I really do want the necklace to cause some problems cause I love me some drama. Though Gwyn is an unproblematic queen, she will not take shit such as being regifted a rejected gift. She will straight out not talk to Azriel and make him work for her forgiveness. And Azriel who’s unknowingly in love with Gwyn, doesn’t know what’s making him seek for her forgiveness but he doesn’t give up until he gets it.
2. Going to Velaris :
I honestly want Az to be the first one to take Gwyn to Velaris. I just want him to be amazed by her happiness, cause it’s contagious. I also think Gwyn would choose him to take her as she wants to make progress, but she doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it.
3. Defeating Koschei :
I do think that SJM is gonna sideline feysand and nessian in the next book, especially feysand as they’ve already gotten two books. I think that she would make gwynriel the main protagonists as our spies would make an amazing team and would definitely be able to defeat a death lord.
4. Mating Ceremony :
Gwynriel’s mating ceremony is gonna have only the important members of Velaris present. And we all know that their hands are gonna be bonded together by the ribbon that Gwyn cut through during training
5. Gwynriel Kids :
I don’t think so they’ll be having kids anytime soon but if they do, I’m confused of what gender they’ll be. Gwyn gives of an amazing Boy mom vibes but I feel like Azriel secretly wants a girl more cause he would protect her with all his life and he would be an amazing dad to her.
So that’s it folks, those are my future Gwynriel theories. I hope you like em’.
Gwynriel Fanfic - I think I lost our bet
Chapter 6 : Pathetic
Chapter Synopsis : What actually had happened with Gwyn, what went so wrong? Find out now.
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“What’s wrong love?” Azriel forced her gaze to meet his strong one.
Gwyn had never noticed until that moment that his eyes weren’t dark brown, they were hazel. They had swirls of gold around his iris, and they were clear as day but clouded at the same time.
Gwyn could see her reflection in his eyes, I look pathetic, wasthe first thought that came in her mind.
Pathetic.
Gwyn still remembered the scolding she had gotten from Merill not more than 30 minutes ago.
Gwyn had simply been working, minding her own business peacefully while translating the thousand year old work for Merill’s journal.
She was exhausted. She knew it. She was tired from practicing in the morning and training till the evening. Cassian had taught her this new method that she still wasn’t able to grasp.
But finally, after 8 hours of training, she had mastered that technique. She felt proud at the moment, but the next second her body collapse, and she felt the exhaustion dawn on her.
She hadn’t felt the pain while training because she was too focused on it. But now that pain was throbbing through her body and threatened it to shut down.
Even now, Gwyn’s body was begging her to do the work in her bed, cause the hard wood of the chair was killing her ass, and she was sure that she was gonna get cramps.
Her head felt heavy. Rest. Her brain begged her.
But she knew that Merill was gonna
Gwyn knew the pain was not going to let her focus on the work she was doing. So she agreed with to her body’s demands and laid her head down on the table. The coolness of it comforting her.
Just for five minutes.
Gwyn was woken by Merill eating her ear off.
The moment she heard Merill’s voice, she stood up straight.
“OF COURE, OF COURSE the useless priestess would love to fall asleep. Why are you even working for me Gwyneth? I could find someone much more useful than you. Why are you even here, pretending to work? It’s not even 7pm and you’re falling asleep. I wish I could say I was disappointed but I never expected anything from you. You are a disgrace to this library. People work their arses off here. You don’t deserve to live here. Your room could be occupied by someone who actually deserves to and is hard working. Look at your head, your hair, do you not have any manners?”
Gwyn tried to speak, “Merill I’m really sorry, I was just really exhausted today and-”
Merill scoffed and interrupted, “Excuses! All excuses! It must be in your nymph heritage to not work and simply rest. But then it was bound to happen wasn’t it? You were a mistake, everyone knows that. No low life nymph was supposed to mingle with a high fae. Your grandmother was pathetic, your mother was pathetic, you are pathetic.”
Gwyn was taken aback. She felt tears prickling her eyes. She would not cry. She would not cry.
I am the rock against which the surface crashes, nothing can break me.
She chanted the phrase in her head like a mantra but it didn’t give her the courage that she needed. It didn’t give her the courage to speak as Merill slammed the table with her books and walked away.
Gwyn sprinted to her room like a little child and slammed the door behind her. Not being able to hold her tears anymore, she went straight to the bathroom and muffled her mouth with her hand as she cried.
A/N : Sorry for the late posting, I have my exams and I forgot
