Gwynriel Week Day 4 - Hero x Villain AU : Guilty Pleasure

Synopsis : Gwynriel modern hero x villain au, in which Gwyn is a hero and Azriel is the villain. They both like each other but would never admit it. But when Azriel found out Gwyn’s secret, his cold heart melted for her but raged to destroy those who caused her that pain. Would Gwyn let him help her or not? A oneshot with fluff and comfort.

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Azriel and Gwyn had been fighting for about an hour. Azriel knew something was wrong the moment Gwyn stepped into the alley. He also knew what it was. He’d been there to witness it.

“I can keep you safe. They’re all afraid of me,” Azriel supposed, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“No,” Gwyn replied in an instant, while still sitting on the ground staring at her red knuckles on her right hand, completely bruised from their fight.

Azriel sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Why do you have to be so stubborn,” he grumbled as he sat on the bare road with her, taking his knife out of the inner pocket of his black suit.. and started cleaning Gwyn’s hand with it.

“I’m not stubborn,” Gwyn replied but her voice was small, scared, unlike the fearful and dangerous valkyrie he knew.

Azriel continued, ignoring Gwyn’s obvious lie, “I broke my rules for you, I’m breaking them right now, doesn’t that mean anything?”

Gwyn scoffed and rolled her eyes in the way he loved, and said dramatically, “Oh I so hoped that I’d be the one you break your rules for my prince.”

A small smile graced Azriel’s lips at Gwyn’s retort. He loved her little retorts, her laugh, her smile and basically everything she did. She was the only guilty pleasure he allowed himself to enjoy.

But he reminded himself of what they were talking about, and the smile fell from his face. “They couldn’t protect you,” he whispered, forcing her teal eyes to look in his.

Their faces were so close that if one of them moved an inch, their lips would touch. They both wanted to move that inch.

Azriel tugged a strand of Gwyn’s auburn hair behind her ear and held her neck and uttered, “You save everyone, but who saves you?”

A tear passed from Gwyn’s eyes as she said, “I don’t deserve to be saved.”

Azriel lightly kissed Gwyn’s forehead and touches his forehead with hers. “If you don’t deserve to be saved, then I don’t think anyone in this world does.”

Gwyn looks at his hands still holding his and just couldn’t help but trusting him, even if he’s the most wanted villain in the world.

Gwyn smiled sadly and concluded, “Your hands are scarred from murder, and yet I completely trust them.”

Azriel let the words sink in his heart. His bones. His skin. And at that moment he knew, that he wouldn’t be able to survive if anything hurt her ever again.

“Gwyn,” he gulped. “Do you think I’d let anything happen to you?”

Gwyn looked into his eyes with hope in hers, “No,” she lamented. “You wouldn’t.”

“Then let me keep you safe. Be my partner. We could be the best team this world has ever seen. And nothing would ever hurt you, again,” Azriel said the words in a hurry, contempt that he’d finally said them after months of thinking.

Gwyn grinned and asked, “How many times have you practiced saying that to me?”

A tint of pink crept up Azriel’s cheeks, “Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.”

“I thought you didn’t need to resort to poetry?” Gwyn smirked.

“For you I’d do anything.” Azriel said with a small smile.

Gwyn sucked in a long breath. She was silent for god knows how long. But then she released that breath and said, “Yes.”

Azriel’s eyebrows shot up to his forehead.

“I’ll be your partner.” And without letting Azriel reply, she pressed her lips against his.