#happy gwynriel week
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 6 : Mates
Gwynriel are mates, we know it; you know it, shut up.
I really want this song to be sung by Gwynriel at their mating ceremony cause it’s just so amazing. It expresses their love in a beautiful way and I just want them to be both mesmerised by each other’s voices
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.
Gwynriel Week Day 3 : Headcanons
I’m not gonna give any synopsis, or topics, y’all are gonna have to read the entire thing . I’ll just give an emoji and let y’all guess what it’s about. Thank you all for being fellow Gwynriels btw >3
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Gwyn had never been happier. He was gonna meet her family today. He was gonna meet her family today.
Gwyn knew that he really wasn’t a people person, but she knew she had to introduce him to her family cause it’s been a year since they’d been together and she still hadn’t told her family about him.
She had just told them who they’d be meeting today, and they had agreed though they were very reluctant at first. Her family was very loving, especially cause she was the youngest one, and the heir to their mafia.
Catrin had immediately declined the offer of becoming the mafia queen as she was much more interested in politics. She lived in USA but had especially come to England to meet the person Gwyn had wanted them to meet so much.
Gwyn was smiling to herself in the mirror, thinking about all these things when a hand crawled around her waste, and Azriel nuzzled his head in her neck.
Gwyn’s smile grew even wider. “Hey ugly,” and Azriel smiled against Gwyn’s neck. He used to call her that when they weren’t in a relationship, when they used to absolutely hate each other.
Gwyn still couldn’t believe that they had evolved that much, that their relationship had. “Hey.” Azriel said, and Gwyn knew he was tired.
Gwyn pursued her lips and asked, “Rough day at work?” And Azriel mumbled a ‘yes’.
“Do you wanna eat anything?” “No,” and that was enough to let Gwyn know that someone had been killed today.
Gwyn turned towards him and kissed him on the lips, it was soft but enough to convey that Gwyn was there for him. “Let’s sleep?” And Azriel nodded sleepily.
Gwyn took his hand and brought him to the bed, they both went in the covers and and hugged each other tightly.
Gwyn wrapped her legs around his and tucked her neck under his. Azriel kissed her hair and played with it, twirling it around his fingers. Gwyn was falling asleep by him gently massaging her hair, “I love you Gwyn” He mumbled into her hair, and Gwyn knew it was the first time that he’d ever said that. She wanted to tell him that she too loved him, but sleep took a hold of her before she could.
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When Gwyn woke up the next morning, his side of the bed was cold. Gwyn looked around and found a note on her bedside table.
See you tonight,
Love, the ugliest guy you’ve ever seen.
Gwyn smiled at the note and got up. She spent the rest of the day reading a book and got ready to meet her family at dinner. She really hoped her family would accept him, though she would understand if they didn’t cause he was the head of their biggest rival mafia.
Gwyn got ready and drove to her parent’s house. She thought she had gotten there very early, but that wasn’t the case.
As soon as she saw the dead guards, she ran inside the house. When she entered the dining room, Azriel was sitting at the head of the table, instead of her father. With his white shirt and hands bloody.
Gwyn looked around and didn’t believe her eyes. Her entire family, sitting on the chairs, with a hole between their eyes.
Her sister had marks on her neck, she was strangled before she was killed.
Her mom’s plate had eyeballs in them, she was blinded before she was killed.
Her father, her father, her father, her father.
My dad. My dad. My dad. My dad.
He didn’t even have a face. His entire head was on his plate. His neck bare of a top. He was beheaded and they still had the audacity to put a hole in his head.
Gwyn’s voice froze in her neck. She wanted to choke on air. She wanted to die.
They died because of me.
They died because of me.
They died because of me.
Azriel licked the bloody knife and smirked. Gwyn realized that it was not the smirk she had come to love and admire. It was the smirk of a murderer who betrayed people.
Gwyn’s shaking hand took out the gun strapped to her thigh. And pointed it at Azriel’s head.
“They warned me about you,” Gwyn’s voice wavered and broke.
She wanted to cry she wanted to cry but she couldn’t she wouldn’t but it’s too hard it’s too hard and Gwyn could no longer hold in her tears so she broke, like she always did for him.
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Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
Azriel silently begged Gwyn in his life. He didn’t want to live after being the reason Gwyn broke down.
He knew she was broken by this because if she wasn’t, she would have picked up her Gun and killed him on the spot.
He knew he had broken her. He had to. He kept telling himself that but everytime he did it kept becoming less true.
Gwyn was still gripping the gun with both her hands and crying when she said, “They warned me about you. They warned me about you. They warned be about you.” She kept repeating the words to herself and Azriel kept begging her in her mind.
Kill me.
I want to kill you but I can’t.
Gwyn asked in between sobs after lowering her gun down, “Why?” And Azriel smiled evilly, he was disgusted with himself. He wanted to die.
“I’m glad you asked love. Your family killed my mother, I was just repaying the favour.” And he kept repeating the words to himself, he kept trying to find reasons to justify his actions but he couldn’t he couldn’t he couldn’t.
Gwyn looked at him for a second before a flash of realization flickered on her face. It was small but there. Azriel became a bit hopeful.
She’s gonna forgive me.
I’m never gonna forgive you.
Gwyn shot him in the shoulder. And Azriel let his confusion show on his face.
No sign of sadness was on Gwyn’s face now, only hate. Her voice dripped with venom when she said, “My family never killed Rose Salvatore. The royals did. My family took the blame as a way to create an agreement between our mafia and theirs.”
It was all for nothing. He lost the love of his life for nothing. The pain in his heart was much more than the pain in his shoulders.
So, for the first time in his life, Azriel let his tears drop in front of someone else. Gwyn’s eyes were filled with tears and she let them drop as well. No one made a sound.
Gwyn walked up to Azriel. She was shaking frantically. He knew she didn’t want to do it. He knew what she was gonna do and he knew it would ruin her life. He couldn’t let her live with that guilt.
So he made it easier for her, “Go ahead,” he sneered, broken and bloody.
I love you
I love you
I love you
“Pull the trigger. Isn’t that what you want?” He pushed her further.
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
I’m sorry
“Break my heart again.”
And Gwyn looked at him with horror on her face.
I can’t believe you.
I can’t believe you.
I can’t believe you.
“I told you I’ll kill everyone you love.” And Azriel knew that was her triggering point.
Gwyn pointed the gun to his chest and touched her forehead with his, she wiped his tears with her other hand. “You forgot one.”
With tears in her eyes, she shot the bullet through his chest, and Azriel died with a grateful smile on his face.
