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Genshin brainrot pt. 2
yeah I KNOW I haven't uploaded any chapter of my fic BUT I HAVE AN EXPLANATION WAIT AND YOU'LL UNDERSTAND
I have in October an exam to enter the university, so I'm all day studying and I don't have a lot of time for writing Gwynriel or Nessian
I'll try publishing one more chapter of A Court of Light and Shadows today or tomorrow <3 (and perhaps a Nessian one-shot 😆)
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Gwynriel and Elucien Headcanon : She breaks up with one of us, she breaks up with all of us.
*It is my first time writing Elucien, forgive me. Also it is two am and my brain is half dead. Anyways, enjoy! (gwynriel is there too)
Over the last 3 months, Gwyn had grown very close with Elain. They even considered each other sisters. Elain had even started coming to training, but she had backed out after a week, for being a valkyrie, was not for her.
Elain and Azriel had also grown closer to each other. Even though, they had been dating since 3 months only, the had had sex. All thanks to the great Gwyneth Berdara, who had practically begged Rhysand to let them date each other.
Gwyn had promised Azriel that she would find out a way for him and Elain to date, she did. But, they still had to follow rhys' condition, that they could not date each other exclusively.
Elain still had to go to the day court to spend at least 3 days with Lucien, they had become good friends now, or as Rhysand thought.
Elain was, well, she had started to grow a liking for Lucien. She noticed that even though he was shy in front of the inner circle, he just wouldn't shut up in front of her. Elain knew there was some kind of relationship between Helion and Lucien, as they often went to the day court, but she didn't press on the matter. She was impressed about the amount of sarcastic jokes Lucien could make.
He told her his idol was "Chandler Bing", one of the characters from a human sitcom. He said he was the king of sarcasm, and after watching 10 seasons of the show, Elain too realized that. Every time Elain visited him, they watched at least one episode from the sitcom. And if they really really liked the episode, they would re watch it and would enact as characters. Elain had a lot of fun, especially as she could be herself around him.
She didn't have to pretend to like anything, and didn't have to do anything to impress him. Sometimes she would catch him staring at her during the sitcom, she never said anything, not until today :
"You're staring" She said, trying to stop the smile tugging at her lips, her eyes still on the television. Yet, from the corner of her eye she could see Lucien's cheeks had become the colour of his hair.
"Am not" He said, his voice sounding a little shy, which led to Elain chuckling a bit and looking at him, only to find he was still staring at her. They were currently watching the episode, "The one with the proposal" and both Chandler and Monica were on their knees.
Elain didn't back down from his stare, she kept looking at him. But she couldn't help glancing at his lips once or twice. They were sitting extremely close today for some reason.
And if they moved a bit closer, their lips would touch. Lucien was too staring at her lips now, and Monica was happy crying. Gods! He was looking good today. Elain knew she shouldn't do anything, that she was still in a relationship with Azriel, but she couldn't help but lean in slowly, and touch his lips with hers.
Elain started kissing him, but he didn't move, he didn't kiss her back, and just when she was gonna give up and move back, his hand strangled her hair and tilted her head in a way so that he could kiss her in a better manner.
Fireworks started exploding everywhere, Elain had never felt such a thing while kissing anyone, not even Azriel.
And that one kiss, had led to another and another and something else.
(Gwynriel starts from here)
And now, Elain was on her way to break up with Azriel. She'd been seeing Lucien since a month now, which meant only three days. But in those three days, she had never been happier, and she wanted nothing more, than to spend time with her mate.
With Azriel it had always been about him, what he liked. And Gwyn would always be the one to tell her that. What kind of flowers, instruments, sleeping positions, and whatnot Azriel liked. But Elain didn't find it creepy, as she knew Azriel and Gwyn were best friends.
But she always had the pressure of being with Azriel, it was like she was a puppet who had to do exactly as told. Now, she had had enough, and was gonna tell him, that she wants to break up.
Well not before telling Gwyn. Elain and Gwyn were sitting in the House of Wind's library. They were reading a book, Elain opened her mouth to speak a few times but then shut it.
Until she finally gathered the courage to speak, "I need to tell you something", "Okay" Gwyn replied, not looking up from her book. "I need you to be quiet about it", Gwyn looked at Elain and said, "When am I not?"
"Literally never" Elain said and Gwyn rolled her eyes. Elain continued, "I wanna break up with Azriel", "WHAT", "WAY TO BE QUIET" Elain shouted back and Gwyn took a long breath.
"Why do you wanna break up with Az?" Asked Gwyn after calming herself down. After Elain kept quiet for a few minutes, Gwyn finally understood, "oh, Oh, OH! YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH LUCIEN", "I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH LUCIEN", "THEN WHY DO YOU WANNA BREAK UP WITH AZ".
"BECAUSE I CAN'T-I CAN'T BE MYSELF AROUND HIM!." Gwyn opened her mouth but Elain continued, "ALL THE TIME GWYN, ALL THE FUCKING TIME! YOU'RE TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, WHAT HIS FAVOURITE THINGS ARE, WHAT HE LIKES TO DO! WELL I CAN'T DO ALL THAT, I CAN ONLY BE MY SHITTY SELF AROUND LUCIEN AND NOT AZ CAUSE I'VE GOT SO MUCH PRESSURE! FROM YOU, FROM NESTA, FROM RHYS AND WHAT NOT. IT'S-it's too much for me Gwyn, I-I'm sorry".
And then Elain left, leaving Gwyn with guilt of being a bad friend. Gwyn was upset, and when she thought she couldn't be more upset, she sensed the shadowsinger around her.
Azriel paced to his room, knowing that Gwyn was following him, he still slammed the door shut, and the tears he'd been fighting finally came loose.
Even though he slammed the door in her face, Gwyn still came in his room after a few minutes. He was sitting on the floor, with his back resting on the side of the bed.
Gwyn didn't know what to do, so she just sat on the floor, beside him. They stayed like that for a few minutes, until Gwyn noticed there was something in his hand that was resting on the floor. She took his hands, and opened its fist, only to see a ring box.
Gwyn gaped at the box and Azriel let out a dark chuckle, his sobs had stopped now. "You were going, to propose?" And Azriel chuckled once again, but that chuckle was muffled by a sob.
Gwyn didn't know how to react, "YOU'VE BEEN DATING FOR THREE MONTHS" Gwyn shouted at him, clearly angry and surprised by his stupidity. Azriel didn't say anything. He just brought the ring box closer to his chest, and opened it.
That ring. Gwyn could have sworn all the diamonds of the world were present in that ring. Azriel just took the ring out of the ring box, and looked at it, a sad smile on his face.
Gwyn just stared at the ring, not able to form any words. And then Azriel asked, "Do you think she would've liked it?" and offered it to Gwyn to look at. Gwyn was silent for a while and then said, "No" and Azriel chuckled.
"Why not?" He tried to be amusing, but his voice still broke. And then Gwyn looked at him with an emotion in her eyes, that even Azriel could not recognize, "Because if she loved you, she would never want such an expensive ring. She would want you to save money for your future with her instead".
And then Azriel smiled, a genuine smile, but a sad one. And then he said, "It was good while it lasted" while not breaking his eye contact with Gwyn, and then Gwyn repeated, "It was good while it lasted".
And then ice creams appeared at both their sides and they both chuckled, Gwyn opened hers and it was Belgium Chocolate. And Azriel opened his and it was Dark chocolate. The house also provided them with brownies to eat.
They both chuckled and sat there the entire night, stealing bites from each other's ice cream. And contemplating whose heart ache was worse : "Well I lost a future wife" Azriel said and stole a bite of Gwyn's ice cream and mixed with his own. Gwyn tried to move away but he still got the bite anyway.
"Well I lost a friend". Azriel was not even listening to her at the moment, just trying to take bites of her ice cream.
He then took another bite and at this time, Gwyn didn't even try to move away, she just stole one bite of his ice cream and then made a face, "How can you eat such ice cream? It has no sugar!" which led to Azriel laugh, a full and real laugh. Gwyn just looked at him, and burst out laughing as well.
*It took me 2 hours to write this. It is currently 4am in the morning. ANYWAYS, hope you liked it. And I may not be online this month a lot as I have my mid terms coming up. ANYWAYS, this was ONE LONG headcanon, and I hope it fulfilled your quota. BUT, I hope y'all won't stop writing headcanons as I may not write any BUT I read ALOT. ANYWAYS, thank you for coming to my ted talk.
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“nesta ships elriel”
THE WRETCH😭😭
WHY I DIDN'T READ NESTA THINKING ELAIN AS 'THE WRETCH'? OMG IM LAUGHING SO MUCH
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OMG!!! The russian cover for acosf is soo beautiful!!!
SJM THIS IS THE COVER WE DESERVED, GIVE US THIS COVER RN
WHY IS THIS SO MYCH PRETTIER THAN THE ENGLISH COVER
I MEAN HOW MUCH COSTS TO DO A COVER LIKE THIS AND SOLD IT? I MEAN YOU CAN MAKE MORE MONEY WITH IT, SJM GIVE US THIS COVER ITS SO PRETTY
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OMG!!! The russian cover for acosf is soo beautiful!!!
SJM THIS IS THE COVER WE DESERVED, GIVE US THIS COVER RN
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hi besties!
if you want to read a specifical scene of nessian, gwynriel or any other ACOTAR ship, please tell me in my asks! University starts in October so I've time to write a lot of prompts!
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Anonymous asked:
Gwynriel prompt!!
Drunk azriel but hes usually not emotional drunk but this time he is super emotional for some reason so hes just crying and being really emotional about stupid things like “MY TOE IS TOO BIG😭” and gwyn is trying to comfort him but it’s literally hilarious and next day he vaguely remembers crying about things like his toe being big?? IDK ITS RLY RANDOM you can add more to it I trust you.
here's the prompt anon 😆 I hope y'all like it
Babe, you're only drunk
Azriel didn't know how many shots of whiskey he'd had that night.
Maybe he had 3, maybe 30.
Everything was spinning. He had to ask Rhys, drunk alike, to take him to his house, since he couldn't even stand.
They normally didn't drink as that night. Rhysand had responsibilities as a father, as did Cassian.
And he ... Well, he would have the same responsibilities in less than two months.
His brothers had explained that life when you had a child was very different from when you didn't have one, and they had dragged him to one of his parties where alcohol seemed to never end.
Azriel hadn't wanted to go, he preferred to stay at his house, taking care of his heavily pregnant mate but, literally, they had taken him out of the house to take him to drink.
It took him about three seconds to get the front door open, finding himself in a completely dark corridor.
He didn't hear a sound.
Staggering, he leaned against one of the hallway walls, squinting to try to accustom his eyes to the darkness. He didn't see anything.
A lump began to form in his throat.
Gwyn should be home. Had she gone to bed already?
However, when he came in and turned on the light in their shared bedroom, he didn't find his mate on the bed or around it.
Alcohol and fear began to cloud his common sense.
Where was his mate?
Shadows swirled in his ear, whispering nonsensical words. He didn't understand anything. He didn't understand anything.
His mate, his babies...
What had happened to them?
He watched as the shadows began to head back down the hall, asking the Shadowsinger to follow them.
With pain in his heart and icy fury at the thought of what might have happened to Gwyn and his children, he followed them.
They walked through the corridors, climbing the spiral staircases near the kitchen.
That had been the gift of their mating ceremony from Rhys and Cassian. They had been gifted a home away from the bustle of Velaris. Even if he looked out the window, he could visualize the facade of the House of Wind.
They were on the upper floor. This one, too, was dark, except for a slot under the bathroom door.
Sighing fucking relieved, he headed that way, having to fumble with the door handle three times to get it open.
Gwyn's pristine back greeted him.
He walked quickly to where she was, lying how long she was in the immense bathtub, with a book in her hand and a glass of wine in the part that didn't cover the water.
Gwyn whirled around in fear. She hadn't heard the Shadowsinger arrive. Her tension drained immediately as soon as she saw who exactly was behind her.
"Good night." She whispered in amusement, closing the book and setting it next to the wine glass. She rolled onto her back, sitting up to give him a short kiss on her lips.
She pulled away quickly, their lips were practically not together, grimacing as she said, "You stink of alcohol."
Sighing, he knelt where her mate was looking at him with amusement: "Rhysand and Cassian seem to believe when you are a father drinking is forbidden."
Gwyn laughed lightly, reaching out her wet hand to stroke his chin.
She kissed his cheek again, more slowly this time, then brought both foreheads together, breathing in their scent.
Although Gwyn possibly could only smell the strong scent of alcohol.
He dropped his slightly sweaty head on her wet shoulder, kissing it softly: "Damn, you must want to leave me for how I got here."
She chuckled, tilting her head: "Az, it's okay for you to party with your brothers. You've spent my entire pregnancy with us, it's okay for you to enjoy a night out."
"But… what would have happened if someone had entered the house?" He asked, heartlessly.
"Well, if someone had come into the house, I suppose I would have broken their spines and then thrown them out the window." She explained as she stroked his hair, damp from being in contact with the smelly water in the bathtub.
He sighed again, feeling shattered.
"What would have happened if you hadn't reached a shelf in the kitchen? Would you have left me for it?"
Gwyn laughed again, pulling Azriel's head off her shoulder as she rested both hands on the tub, rising.
Azriel gasped, staring at the wonderful body of his very pregnant mate.
If Gwyn used to have a fucking precious body, now with her plump belly, she was no longer precious.
She was now a fucking goddess.
"Let me dry and then we will take these clothes off you, they are damp with sweat."
"But…" he muttered confusedly. "The doctor said it was not safe to have sex in the last months of pregnancy ..."
"No, silly." She exclaimed between laughter, splashing small droplets of water onto the floor as she made her way to the towel rack. "I meant to take your clothes off to put on your pajamas." She murmured smirking, wrapping a towel around her body.
Seeing that he did not move, paralyzed, she said with an amused grin: "Are you going to stand there watching all night? Do me a favor and bring me some pajamas, I don't want to drip all over the floor into the room."
He nodded quickly, hurtling down into their room.
He found a white pajama, already too loose from the multiple washings it had undergone, and grabbed a set of underwear adapted for pregnancies.
Satisfied with the choice, he nearly flew back up, finding his mate brushing her hair slowly, undoing any knots she could find as she scowled at the lugs of the brush.
He offered her pajamas and undergarments.
She thanked him, taking off the towel while she put it on her hair.
Azriel couldn't take his eyes off Gwyn's wonderful body.
They were going to have a baby. Or rather, two babies.
He remembered when they had come to Madja for a routine checkup, and she surprised them by saying they were going to have twins.
Two babies. Azriel couldn't believe it.
Azriel stripped off the shirt and pants he was wearing, staying in boxers as he snapped his fingers, a nightgown appearing between his hands.
He snapped his fingers again, sighing in relief at being clean, no sweat or alcohol traces on his body as he used his magic to clean himself. He didn't want to waste time washing, now what he wanted was to be with her.
He watched as Gwyn finished dressing, putting on some fluffy slippers, walking out of the bathroom with slow steps.
He supposed the weight of her belly was a problem. He had seen his mate on the verge of tears, being unable to do anything as she normally did because of the weight of her stomach.
Rushing to help her, he put his arms around her waist, helping her down the steps one by one, careful not to fall.
"I hate this." She muttered through her teeth, laying a hand on her belly.
"Only two months, my love. Only two and we will hold them in our arms." He whispered into her ear, offering comforting words.
His shadows were enveloping Gwyn's body, alert to any kind of danger or obstacle.
If before his shadows were engrossed with Gwyn, during her pregnancy they did not separate from her.
They had forgotten that their teacher was Azriel, in those moments they were not following anyone but Gwyn.
Azriel consented to it, anyway, he did the same.
He couldn't bear not being next to his mate in those delicate moments.
They finished down the stairs, heading quickly to the room.
Placing a not very powerful light so that it would not disturb their view, they lay down on the bed, Azriel first to accommodate his wings and then Gwyn, lying on her side and sighing in relief when his wings enveloped her body.
They breathed in each other's scent. They didn't need anything else. The closeness of the other was enough.
Whispering, the alcohol slowly disappearing from his body, he asked while he placed a hand on her belly: "How have they behaved tonight?"
Sighing, she chuckled, hiding in the crook of his shoulder as she kissed it briefly: "Astrid has been calm. I don't think she has moved even once, which I appreciate. Aidan…" She massaged the part where their little son layq. "It seemed like he knew you weren't there, because he started kicking like crazy. He wouldn't even let me read quietly."
He hummed: "Is that why you were upstairs? Were you in the library?"
The first room they had built in that house was the immense library, with armchairs to sit on and thousands and thousands of books ready to be read.
She nodded, playing with the collar of his robe: "Seeing that he did not calm down, I decided to go into the water. Apparently they calm down when they notice that I am submerged in some liquid."
Smiling slightly, he asked, "Do you think we're going to have any water-nymphs?"
She frowned, pulling her head out of his neck and letting it fall on his chest, breathing in the scent of night mist: "As long as they're happy, I don't care what they are."
He hummed, stroking Gwyn's silky hair, as they fell silent, breathing quietly.
He noticed how the alcohol disappeared from his body, but the dizziness in his head did not diminish at all.
He cursed the moment he thought it would be a good idea to go drinking with those two drunks.
He liked alcohol, but for a drink or two, not the great amount he'd had that night.
He laid his hand on Gwyn's bulging belly, forming a smile when he felt something lightly tap into his palm.
He looked at his mate, his face lit up, asking, "Was that Aidan?"
She smiled as she nodded, leaving her delicate hand on his hand, leaning back on the pillow as she watched Azriel approach her belly, kissing it slowly and lovingly.
"I don't want you to hurt your mommy. Because she's already sore enough, and she's been taking care of you two for a long time. Now it's your turn to take care of her. Do you understand me?"
Azriel laughed delightedly when a somewhat weaker pressure contacted his palm, as if to affirm that they had heard what he was saying.
He looked at Gwyn with a wide smile, but she didn't return it, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically. She had fallen asleep.
Sighing, he kissed her belly again, whispering: "I love you, with all my being, I love you so much ..."
He slid between the sheets to where Gwyn was, hugging her body as he whispered alike: "I love you, my love. Thank you for giving me this great opportunity."
He didn't know if she had answered him, as he quickly fell asleep, the sound of two strong heartbeats coupled with two somewhat weaker heartbeats the only sound in the room.
yeah I KNOW the 'drunk' part is not so visible BUT meanwhile I was writing it, and the gwyn pregnant came into my mind, I NEEDED to write it
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Anonymous asked:
Gwynriel prompt!!
Drunk azriel but hes usually not emotional drunk but this time he is super emotional for some reason so hes just crying and being really emotional about stupid things like “MY TOE IS TOO BIG😭” and gwyn is trying to comfort him but it’s literally hilarious and next day he vaguely remembers crying about things like his toe being big?? IDK ITS RLY RANDOM you can add more to it I trust you.
here's the prompt anon 😆 I hope y'all like it
Babe, you're only drunk
Azriel didn't know how many shots of whiskey he'd had that night.
Maybe he had 3, maybe 30.
Everything was spinning. He had to ask Rhys, drunk alike, to take him to his house, since he couldn't even stand.
They normally didn't drink as that night. Rhysand had responsibilities as a father, as did Cassian.
And he ... Well, he would have the same responsibilities in less than two months.
His brothers had explained that life when you had a child was very different from when you didn't have one, and they had dragged him to one of his parties where alcohol seemed to never end.
Azriel hadn't wanted to go, he preferred to stay at his house, taking care of his heavily pregnant mate but, literally, they had taken him out of the house to take him to drink.
It took him about three seconds to get the front door open, finding himself in a completely dark corridor.
He didn't hear a sound.
Staggering, he leaned against one of the hallway walls, squinting to try to accustom his eyes to the darkness. He didn't see anything.
A lump began to form in his throat.
Gwyn should be home. Had she gone to bed already?
However, when he came in and turned on the light in their shared bedroom, he didn't find his mate on the bed or around it.
Alcohol and fear began to cloud his common sense.
Where was his mate?
Shadows swirled in his ear, whispering nonsensical words. He didn't understand anything. He didn't understand anything.
His mate, his babies...
What had happened to them?
He watched as the shadows began to head back down the hall, asking the Shadowsinger to follow them.
With pain in his heart and icy fury at the thought of what might have happened to Gwyn and his children, he followed them.
They walked through the corridors, climbing the spiral staircases near the kitchen.
That had been the gift of their mating ceremony from Rhys and Cassian. They had been gifted a home away from the bustle of Velaris. Even if he looked out the window, he could visualize the facade of the House of Wind.
They were on the upper floor. This one, too, was dark, except for a slot under the bathroom door.
Sighing fucking relieved, he headed that way, having to fumble with the door handle three times to get it open.
Gwyn's pristine back greeted him.
He walked quickly to where she was, lying how long she was in the immense bathtub, with a book in her hand and a glass of wine in the part that didn't cover the water.
Gwyn whirled around in fear. She hadn't heard the Shadowsinger arrive. Her tension drained immediately as soon as she saw who exactly was behind her.
"Good night." She whispered in amusement, closing the book and setting it next to the wine glass. She rolled onto her back, sitting up to give him a short kiss on her lips.
She pulled away quickly, their lips were practically not together, grimacing as she said, "You stink of alcohol."
Sighing, he knelt where her mate was looking at him with amusement: "Rhysand and Cassian seem to believe when you are a father drinking is forbidden."
Gwyn laughed lightly, reaching out her wet hand to stroke his chin.
She kissed his cheek again, more slowly this time, then brought both foreheads together, breathing in their scent.
Although Gwyn possibly could only smell the strong scent of alcohol.
He dropped his slightly sweaty head on her wet shoulder, kissing it softly: "Damn, you must want to leave me for how I got here."
She chuckled, tilting her head: "Az, it's okay for you to party with your brothers. You've spent my entire pregnancy with us, it's okay for you to enjoy a night out."
"But… what would have happened if someone had entered the house?" He asked, heartlessly.
"Well, if someone had come into the house, I suppose I would have broken their spines and then thrown them out the window." She explained as she stroked his hair, damp from being in contact with the smelly water in the bathtub.
He sighed again, feeling shattered.
"What would have happened if you hadn't reached a shelf in the kitchen? Would you have left me for it?"
Gwyn laughed again, pulling Azriel's head off her shoulder as she rested both hands on the tub, rising.
Azriel gasped, staring at the wonderful body of his very pregnant mate.
If Gwyn used to have a fucking precious body, now with her plump belly, she was no longer precious.
She was now a fucking goddess.
"Let me dry and then we will take these clothes off you, they are damp with sweat."
"But…" he muttered confusedly. "The doctor said it was not safe to have sex in the last months of pregnancy ..."
"No, silly." She exclaimed between laughter, splashing small droplets of water onto the floor as she made her way to the towel rack. "I meant to take your clothes off to put on your pajamas." She murmured smirking, wrapping a towel around her body.
Seeing that he did not move, paralyzed, she said with an amused grin: "Are you going to stand there watching all night? Do me a favor and bring me some pajamas, I don't want to drip all over the floor into the room."
He nodded quickly, hurtling down into their room.
He found a white pajama, already too loose from the multiple washings it had undergone, and grabbed a set of underwear adapted for pregnancies.
Satisfied with the choice, he nearly flew back up, finding his mate brushing her hair slowly, undoing any knots she could find as she scowled at the lugs of the brush.
He offered her pajamas and undergarments.
She thanked him, taking off the towel while she put it on her hair.
Azriel couldn't take his eyes off Gwyn's wonderful body.
They were going to have a baby. Or rather, two babies.
He remembered when they had come to Madja for a routine checkup, and she surprised them by saying they were going to have twins.
Two babies. Azriel couldn't believe it.
Azriel stripped off the shirt and pants he was wearing, staying in boxers as he snapped his fingers, a nightgown appearing between his hands.
He snapped his fingers again, sighing in relief at being clean, no sweat or alcohol traces on his body as he used his magic to clean himself. He didn't want to waste time washing, now what he wanted was to be with her.
He watched as Gwyn finished dressing, putting on some fluffy slippers, walking out of the bathroom with slow steps.
He supposed the weight of her belly was a problem. He had seen his mate on the verge of tears, being unable to do anything as she normally did because of the weight of her stomach.
Rushing to help her, he put his arms around her waist, helping her down the steps one by one, careful not to fall.
"I hate this." She muttered through her teeth, laying a hand on her belly.
"Only two months, my love. Only two and we will hold them in our arms." He whispered into her ear, offering comforting words.
His shadows were enveloping Gwyn's body, alert to any kind of danger or obstacle.
If before his shadows were engrossed with Gwyn, during her pregnancy they did not separate from her.
They had forgotten that their teacher was Azriel, in those moments they were not following anyone but Gwyn.
Azriel consented to it, anyway, he did the same.
He couldn't bear not being next to his mate in those delicate moments.
They finished down the stairs, heading quickly to the room.
Placing a not very powerful light so that it would not disturb their view, they lay down on the bed, Azriel first to accommodate his wings and then Gwyn, lying on her side and sighing in relief when his wings enveloped her body.
They breathed in each other's scent. They didn't need anything else. The closeness of the other was enough.
Whispering, the alcohol slowly disappearing from his body, he asked while he placed a hand on her belly: "How have they behaved tonight?"
Sighing, she chuckled, hiding in the crook of his shoulder as she kissed it briefly: "Astrid has been calm. I don't think she has moved even once, which I appreciate. Aidan…" She massaged the part where their little son layq. "It seemed like he knew you weren't there, because he started kicking like crazy. He wouldn't even let me read quietly."
He hummed: "Is that why you were upstairs? Were you in the library?"
The first room they had built in that house was the immense library, with armchairs to sit on and thousands and thousands of books ready to be read.
She nodded, playing with the collar of his robe: "Seeing that he did not calm down, I decided to go into the water. Apparently they calm down when they notice that I am submerged in some liquid."
Smiling slightly, he asked, "Do you think we're going to have any water-nymphs?"
She frowned, pulling her head out of his neck and letting it fall on his chest, breathing in the scent of night mist: "As long as they're happy, I don't care what they are."
He hummed, stroking Gwyn's silky hair, as they fell silent, breathing quietly.
He noticed how the alcohol disappeared from his body, but the dizziness in his head did not diminish at all.
He cursed the moment he thought it would be a good idea to go drinking with those two drunks.
He liked alcohol, but for a drink or two, not the great amount he'd had that night.
He laid his hand on Gwyn's bulging belly, forming a smile when he felt something lightly tap into his palm.
He looked at his mate, his face lit up, asking, "Was that Aidan?"
She smiled as she nodded, leaving her delicate hand on his hand, leaning back on the pillow as she watched Azriel approach her belly, kissing it slowly and lovingly.
"I don't want you to hurt your mommy. Because she's already sore enough, and she's been taking care of you two for a long time. Now it's your turn to take care of her. Do you understand me?"
Azriel laughed delightedly when a somewhat weaker pressure contacted his palm, as if to affirm that they had heard what he was saying.
He looked at Gwyn with a wide smile, but she didn't return it, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically. She had fallen asleep.
Sighing, he kissed her belly again, whispering: "I love you, with all my being, I love you so much ..."
He slid between the sheets to where Gwyn was, hugging her body as he whispered alike: "I love you, my love. Thank you for giving me this great opportunity."
He didn't know if she had answered him, as he quickly fell asleep, the sound of two strong heartbeats coupled with two somewhat weaker heartbeats the only sound in the room.
yeah I KNOW the 'drunk' part is not so visible BUT meanwhile I was writing it, and the gwyn pregnant came into my mind, I NEEDED to write it
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THIS IS SO ADORABLE OMG, your writing is so awesome!!
IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS BUT THE BABY NAMES ARE CANON FOR ME😩💞💞💞
GWYNRIEL FOREVEAAA🥰🥰🥰
THE NAMES ARE >>>>
Astrid has been in my mind for so long, aidan sort of came to my mind 😆
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I’m looking for trouble with this one😂
I know it's probably not going to happen but this and the "I think Elain is lying to us when she says she's going to some garden" thought of Cassian, it's the reason I'm telling E/AIN VILLAIN ARC PLEASE
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Anonymous asked:
Gwynriel prompt!!
Drunk azriel but hes usually not emotional drunk but this time he is super emotional for some reason so hes just crying and being really emotional about stupid things like “MY TOE IS TOO BIG😭” and gwyn is trying to comfort him but it’s literally hilarious and next day he vaguely remembers crying about things like his toe being big?? IDK ITS RLY RANDOM you can add more to it I trust you.
here's the prompt anon 😆 I hope y'all like it
Babe, you're only drunk
Azriel didn't know how many shots of whiskey he'd had that night.
Maybe he had 3, maybe 30.
Everything was spinning. He had to ask Rhys, drunk alike, to take him to his house, since he couldn't even stand.
They normally didn't drink as that night. Rhysand had responsibilities as a father, as did Cassian.
And he ... Well, he would have the same responsibilities in less than two months.
His brothers had explained that life when you had a child was very different from when you didn't have one, and they had dragged him to one of his parties where alcohol seemed to never end.
Azriel hadn't wanted to go, he preferred to stay at his house, taking care of his heavily pregnant mate but, literally, they had taken him out of the house to take him to drink.
It took him about three seconds to get the front door open, finding himself in a completely dark corridor.
He didn't hear a sound.
Staggering, he leaned against one of the hallway walls, squinting to try to accustom his eyes to the darkness. He didn't see anything.
A lump began to form in his throat.
Gwyn should be home. Had she gone to bed already?
However, when he came in and turned on the light in their shared bedroom, he didn't find his mate on the bed or around it.
Alcohol and fear began to cloud his common sense.
Where was his mate?
Shadows swirled in his ear, whispering nonsensical words. He didn't understand anything. He didn't understand anything.
His mate, his babies...
What had happened to them?
He watched as the shadows began to head back down the hall, asking the Shadowsinger to follow them.
With pain in his heart and icy fury at the thought of what might have happened to Gwyn and his children, he followed them.
They walked through the corridors, climbing the spiral staircases near the kitchen.
That had been the gift of their mating ceremony from Rhys and Cassian. They had been gifted a home away from the bustle of Velaris. Even if he looked out the window, he could visualize the facade of the House of Wind.
They were on the upper floor. This one, too, was dark, except for a slot under the bathroom door.
Sighing fucking relieved, he headed that way, having to fumble with the door handle three times to get it open.
Gwyn's pristine back greeted him.
He walked quickly to where she was, lying how long she was in the immense bathtub, with a book in her hand and a glass of wine in the part that didn't cover the water.
Gwyn whirled around in fear. She hadn't heard the Shadowsinger arrive. Her tension drained immediately as soon as she saw who exactly was behind her.
"Good night." She whispered in amusement, closing the book and setting it next to the wine glass. She rolled onto her back, sitting up to give him a short kiss on her lips.
She pulled away quickly, their lips were practically not together, grimacing as she said, "You stink of alcohol."
Sighing, he knelt where her mate was looking at him with amusement: "Rhysand and Cassian seem to believe when you are a father drinking is forbidden."
Gwyn laughed lightly, reaching out her wet hand to stroke his chin.
She kissed his cheek again, more slowly this time, then brought both foreheads together, breathing in their scent.
Although Gwyn possibly could only smell the strong scent of alcohol.
He dropped his slightly sweaty head on her wet shoulder, kissing it softly: "Damn, you must want to leave me for how I got here."
She chuckled, tilting her head: "Az, it's okay for you to party with your brothers. You've spent my entire pregnancy with us, it's okay for you to enjoy a night out."
"But… what would have happened if someone had entered the house?" He asked, heartlessly.
"Well, if someone had come into the house, I suppose I would have broken their spines and then thrown them out the window." She explained as she stroked his hair, damp from being in contact with the smelly water in the bathtub.
He sighed again, feeling shattered.
"What would have happened if you hadn't reached a shelf in the kitchen? Would you have left me for it?"
Gwyn laughed again, pulling Azriel's head off her shoulder as she rested both hands on the tub, rising.
Azriel gasped, staring at the wonderful body of his very pregnant mate.
If Gwyn used to have a fucking precious body, now with her plump belly, she was no longer precious.
She was now a fucking goddess.
"Let me dry and then we will take these clothes off you, they are damp with sweat."
"But…" he muttered confusedly. "The doctor said it was not safe to have sex in the last months of pregnancy ..."
"No, silly." She exclaimed between laughter, splashing small droplets of water onto the floor as she made her way to the towel rack. "I meant to take your clothes off to put on your pajamas." She murmured smirking, wrapping a towel around her body.
Seeing that he did not move, paralyzed, she said with an amused grin: "Are you going to stand there watching all night? Do me a favor and bring me some pajamas, I don't want to drip all over the floor into the room."
He nodded quickly, hurtling down into their room.
He found a white pajama, already too loose from the multiple washings it had undergone, and grabbed a set of underwear adapted for pregnancies.
Satisfied with the choice, he nearly flew back up, finding his mate brushing her hair slowly, undoing any knots she could find as she scowled at the lugs of the brush.
He offered her pajamas and undergarments.
She thanked him, taking off the towel while she put it on her hair.
Azriel couldn't take his eyes off Gwyn's wonderful body.
They were going to have a baby. Or rather, two babies.
He remembered when they had come to Madja for a routine checkup, and she surprised them by saying they were going to have twins.
Two babies. Azriel couldn't believe it.
Azriel stripped off the shirt and pants he was wearing, staying in boxers as he snapped his fingers, a nightgown appearing between his hands.
He snapped his fingers again, sighing in relief at being clean, no sweat or alcohol traces on his body as he used his magic to clean himself. He didn't want to waste time washing, now what he wanted was to be with her.
He watched as Gwyn finished dressing, putting on some fluffy slippers, walking out of the bathroom with slow steps.
He supposed the weight of her belly was a problem. He had seen his mate on the verge of tears, being unable to do anything as she normally did because of the weight of her stomach.
Rushing to help her, he put his arms around her waist, helping her down the steps one by one, careful not to fall.
"I hate this." She muttered through her teeth, laying a hand on her belly.
"Only two months, my love. Only two and we will hold them in our arms." He whispered into her ear, offering comforting words.
His shadows were enveloping Gwyn's body, alert to any kind of danger or obstacle.
If before his shadows were engrossed with Gwyn, during her pregnancy they did not separate from her.
They had forgotten that their teacher was Azriel, in those moments they were not following anyone but Gwyn.
Azriel consented to it, anyway, he did the same.
He couldn't bear not being next to his mate in those delicate moments.
They finished down the stairs, heading quickly to the room.
Placing a not very powerful light so that it would not disturb their view, they lay down on the bed, Azriel first to accommodate his wings and then Gwyn, lying on her side and sighing in relief when his wings enveloped her body.
They breathed in each other's scent. They didn't need anything else. The closeness of the other was enough.
Whispering, the alcohol slowly disappearing from his body, he asked while he placed a hand on her belly: "How have they behaved tonight?"
Sighing, she chuckled, hiding in the crook of his shoulder as she kissed it briefly: "Astrid has been calm. I don't think she has moved even once, which I appreciate. Aidan…" She massaged the part where their little son layq. "It seemed like he knew you weren't there, because he started kicking like crazy. He wouldn't even let me read quietly."
He hummed: "Is that why you were upstairs? Were you in the library?"
The first room they had built in that house was the immense library, with armchairs to sit on and thousands and thousands of books ready to be read.
She nodded, playing with the collar of his robe: "Seeing that he did not calm down, I decided to go into the water. Apparently they calm down when they notice that I am submerged in some liquid."
Smiling slightly, he asked, "Do you think we're going to have any water-nymphs?"
She frowned, pulling her head out of his neck and letting it fall on his chest, breathing in the scent of night mist: "As long as they're happy, I don't care what they are."
He hummed, stroking Gwyn's silky hair, as they fell silent, breathing quietly.
He noticed how the alcohol disappeared from his body, but the dizziness in his head did not diminish at all.
He cursed the moment he thought it would be a good idea to go drinking with those two drunks.
He liked alcohol, but for a drink or two, not the great amount he'd had that night.
He laid his hand on Gwyn's bulging belly, forming a smile when he felt something lightly tap into his palm.
He looked at his mate, his face lit up, asking, "Was that Aidan?"
She smiled as she nodded, leaving her delicate hand on his hand, leaning back on the pillow as she watched Azriel approach her belly, kissing it slowly and lovingly.
"I don't want you to hurt your mommy. Because she's already sore enough, and she's been taking care of you two for a long time. Now it's your turn to take care of her. Do you understand me?"
Azriel laughed delightedly when a somewhat weaker pressure contacted his palm, as if to affirm that they had heard what he was saying.
He looked at Gwyn with a wide smile, but she didn't return it, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically. She had fallen asleep.
Sighing, he kissed her belly again, whispering: "I love you, with all my being, I love you so much ..."
He slid between the sheets to where Gwyn was, hugging her body as he whispered alike: "I love you, my love. Thank you for giving me this great opportunity."
He didn't know if she had answered him, as he quickly fell asleep, the sound of two strong heartbeats coupled with two somewhat weaker heartbeats the only sound in the room.
yeah I KNOW the 'drunk' part is not so visible BUT meanwhile I was writing it, and the gwyn pregnant came into my mind, I NEEDED to write it
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HOW ADORABLE AWWWWWW
I was like this 🥺 all writing the scenes between Gwyn and Azriel
Anonymous asked:
Gwynriel prompt!!
Drunk azriel but hes usually not emotional drunk but this time he is super emotional for some reason so hes just crying and being really emotional about stupid things like “MY TOE IS TOO BIG😭” and gwyn is trying to comfort him but it’s literally hilarious and next day he vaguely remembers crying about things like his toe being big?? IDK ITS RLY RANDOM you can add more to it I trust you.
here's the prompt anon 😆 I hope y'all like it
Babe, you're only drunk
Azriel didn't know how many shots of whiskey he'd had that night.
Maybe he had 3, maybe 30.
Everything was spinning. He had to ask Rhys, drunk alike, to take him to his house, since he couldn't even stand.
They normally didn't drink as that night. Rhysand had responsibilities as a father, as did Cassian.
And he ... Well, he would have the same responsibilities in less than two months.
His brothers had explained that life when you had a child was very different from when you didn't have one, and they had dragged him to one of his parties where alcohol seemed to never end.
Azriel hadn't wanted to go, he preferred to stay at his house, taking care of his heavily pregnant mate but, literally, they had taken him out of the house to take him to drink.
It took him about three seconds to get the front door open, finding himself in a completely dark corridor.
He didn't hear a sound.
Staggering, he leaned against one of the hallway walls, squinting to try to accustom his eyes to the darkness. He didn't see anything.
A lump began to form in his throat.
Gwyn should be home. Had she gone to bed already?
However, when he came in and turned on the light in their shared bedroom, he didn't find his mate on the bed or around it.
Alcohol and fear began to cloud his common sense.
Where was his mate?
Shadows swirled in his ear, whispering nonsensical words. He didn't understand anything. He didn't understand anything.
His mate, his babies...
What had happened to them?
He watched as the shadows began to head back down the hall, asking the Shadowsinger to follow them.
With pain in his heart and icy fury at the thought of what might have happened to Gwyn and his children, he followed them.
They walked through the corridors, climbing the spiral staircases near the kitchen.
That had been the gift of their mating ceremony from Rhys and Cassian. They had been gifted a home away from the bustle of Velaris. Even if he looked out the window, he could visualize the facade of the House of Wind.
They were on the upper floor. This one, too, was dark, except for a slot under the bathroom door.
Sighing fucking relieved, he headed that way, having to fumble with the door handle three times to get it open.
Gwyn's pristine back greeted him.
He walked quickly to where she was, lying how long she was in the immense bathtub, with a book in her hand and a glass of wine in the part that didn't cover the water.
Gwyn whirled around in fear. She hadn't heard the Shadowsinger arrive. Her tension drained immediately as soon as she saw who exactly was behind her.
"Good night." She whispered in amusement, closing the book and setting it next to the wine glass. She rolled onto her back, sitting up to give him a short kiss on her lips.
She pulled away quickly, their lips were practically not together, grimacing as she said, "You stink of alcohol."
Sighing, he knelt where her mate was looking at him with amusement: "Rhysand and Cassian seem to believe when you are a father drinking is forbidden."
Gwyn laughed lightly, reaching out her wet hand to stroke his chin.
She kissed his cheek again, more slowly this time, then brought both foreheads together, breathing in their scent.
Although Gwyn possibly could only smell the strong scent of alcohol.
He dropped his slightly sweaty head on her wet shoulder, kissing it softly: "Damn, you must want to leave me for how I got here."
She chuckled, tilting her head: "Az, it's okay for you to party with your brothers. You've spent my entire pregnancy with us, it's okay for you to enjoy a night out."
"But… what would have happened if someone had entered the house?" He asked, heartlessly.
"Well, if someone had come into the house, I suppose I would have broken their spines and then thrown them out the window." She explained as she stroked his hair, damp from being in contact with the smelly water in the bathtub.
He sighed again, feeling shattered.
"What would have happened if you hadn't reached a shelf in the kitchen? Would you have left me for it?"
Gwyn laughed again, pulling Azriel's head off her shoulder as she rested both hands on the tub, rising.
Azriel gasped, staring at the wonderful body of his very pregnant mate.
If Gwyn used to have a fucking precious body, now with her plump belly, she was no longer precious.
She was now a fucking goddess.
"Let me dry and then we will take these clothes off you, they are damp with sweat."
"But…" he muttered confusedly. "The doctor said it was not safe to have sex in the last months of pregnancy ..."
"No, silly." She exclaimed between laughter, splashing small droplets of water onto the floor as she made her way to the towel rack. "I meant to take your clothes off to put on your pajamas." She murmured smirking, wrapping a towel around her body.
Seeing that he did not move, paralyzed, she said with an amused grin: "Are you going to stand there watching all night? Do me a favor and bring me some pajamas, I don't want to drip all over the floor into the room."
He nodded quickly, hurtling down into their room.
He found a white pajama, already too loose from the multiple washings it had undergone, and grabbed a set of underwear adapted for pregnancies.
Satisfied with the choice, he nearly flew back up, finding his mate brushing her hair slowly, undoing any knots she could find as she scowled at the lugs of the brush.
He offered her pajamas and undergarments.
She thanked him, taking off the towel while she put it on her hair.
Azriel couldn't take his eyes off Gwyn's wonderful body.
They were going to have a baby. Or rather, two babies.
He remembered when they had come to Madja for a routine checkup, and she surprised them by saying they were going to have twins.
Two babies. Azriel couldn't believe it.
Azriel stripped off the shirt and pants he was wearing, staying in boxers as he snapped his fingers, a nightgown appearing between his hands.
He snapped his fingers again, sighing in relief at being clean, no sweat or alcohol traces on his body as he used his magic to clean himself. He didn't want to waste time washing, now what he wanted was to be with her.
He watched as Gwyn finished dressing, putting on some fluffy slippers, walking out of the bathroom with slow steps.
He supposed the weight of her belly was a problem. He had seen his mate on the verge of tears, being unable to do anything as she normally did because of the weight of her stomach.
Rushing to help her, he put his arms around her waist, helping her down the steps one by one, careful not to fall.
"I hate this." She muttered through her teeth, laying a hand on her belly.
"Only two months, my love. Only two and we will hold them in our arms." He whispered into her ear, offering comforting words.
His shadows were enveloping Gwyn's body, alert to any kind of danger or obstacle.
If before his shadows were engrossed with Gwyn, during her pregnancy they did not separate from her.
They had forgotten that their teacher was Azriel, in those moments they were not following anyone but Gwyn.
Azriel consented to it, anyway, he did the same.
He couldn't bear not being next to his mate in those delicate moments.
They finished down the stairs, heading quickly to the room.
Placing a not very powerful light so that it would not disturb their view, they lay down on the bed, Azriel first to accommodate his wings and then Gwyn, lying on her side and sighing in relief when his wings enveloped her body.
They breathed in each other's scent. They didn't need anything else. The closeness of the other was enough.
Whispering, the alcohol slowly disappearing from his body, he asked while he placed a hand on her belly: "How have they behaved tonight?"
Sighing, she chuckled, hiding in the crook of his shoulder as she kissed it briefly: "Astrid has been calm. I don't think she has moved even once, which I appreciate. Aidan…" She massaged the part where their little son layq. "It seemed like he knew you weren't there, because he started kicking like crazy. He wouldn't even let me read quietly."
He hummed: "Is that why you were upstairs? Were you in the library?"
The first room they had built in that house was the immense library, with armchairs to sit on and thousands and thousands of books ready to be read.
She nodded, playing with the collar of his robe: "Seeing that he did not calm down, I decided to go into the water. Apparently they calm down when they notice that I am submerged in some liquid."
Smiling slightly, he asked, "Do you think we're going to have any water-nymphs?"
She frowned, pulling her head out of his neck and letting it fall on his chest, breathing in the scent of night mist: "As long as they're happy, I don't care what they are."
He hummed, stroking Gwyn's silky hair, as they fell silent, breathing quietly.
He noticed how the alcohol disappeared from his body, but the dizziness in his head did not diminish at all.
He cursed the moment he thought it would be a good idea to go drinking with those two drunks.
He liked alcohol, but for a drink or two, not the great amount he'd had that night.
He laid his hand on Gwyn's bulging belly, forming a smile when he felt something lightly tap into his palm.
He looked at his mate, his face lit up, asking, "Was that Aidan?"
She smiled as she nodded, leaving her delicate hand on his hand, leaning back on the pillow as she watched Azriel approach her belly, kissing it slowly and lovingly.
"I don't want you to hurt your mommy. Because she's already sore enough, and she's been taking care of you two for a long time. Now it's your turn to take care of her. Do you understand me?"
Azriel laughed delightedly when a somewhat weaker pressure contacted his palm, as if to affirm that they had heard what he was saying.
He looked at Gwyn with a wide smile, but she didn't return it, watching her chest rise and fall rhythmically. She had fallen asleep.
Sighing, he kissed her belly again, whispering: "I love you, with all my being, I love you so much ..."
He slid between the sheets to where Gwyn was, hugging her body as he whispered alike: "I love you, my love. Thank you for giving me this great opportunity."
He didn't know if she had answered him, as he quickly fell asleep, the sound of two strong heartbeats coupled with two somewhat weaker heartbeats the only sound in the room.
yeah I KNOW the 'drunk' part is not so visible BUT meanwhile I was writing it, and the gwyn pregnant came into my mind, I NEEDED to write it
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A COURT OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS
Chapter 3: Nerves
If Gwyn had thought the day before had been one of the worst of her short but experienced life, she was wrong.
That day promised many more problems.
Especially like asking Azriel if he could go with her to buy a dress and not get ridiculed in front of everyone when he probably said no.
She swallowed hard and clenched her abs, telling herself there were only 2 minutes left until that damn exercise was over and she could go to the library to continue the work that Merrill had imposed on her.
"Legs together, Berdara." Azriel's voice brought her out of her thoughts, turning her head to find him looking back, his face as serious as ever. Forcing herself no matter how much pain it caused her, she closed her legs and continued to support her body, preventing from falling flat on the hard floor of the ring.
Satisfied with the change in position, Azriel turned around and continued giving directions to the other priestess who were doing something that he claimed was wrong.
"I'm sure you couldn't even take the 5 minutes I've been like this." She grumbled disdainfully, moving her arms slightly to release tension, feeling droplets of sweat trickle down the neckline of her shirt, cooling her hot skin.
"Possibly he could endure 20 minutes of plank and then be 3 hours running, then do a series of push-ups and sit-ups." Elián answered.
Gwyneth rolled her eyes: "What part are you on? His or mine?" She protested, looking sideways to find Nesta and Emerie in the same situation, grunting with overexertion, cursing how little stamina they had after 3 weeks of absolutely no exercise.
"You have said a piece of information that was wrong. I have corrected it." He remembered.
Gwyn rolled her eyes again, breathing, blasting air through her burning lungs.
Everything burned.
And she still had to figure out what the hell to do with the ceremony. What dress should she choose? A simple one, gala, what color, with or without lace?
She began to feel her head throbbing, deducing that this was a signal to stop thinking about it and focus on maintaining the correct posture so that the two Illyrians controlling the exercises would not scold her.
She had to do the perfect exercises. She had to get Azriel's mocking smile out when he corrected some movement or posture.
Stupid, damn illyrian.
When the two minutes were up, the three Valkyries flopped to the ground, exhausted and sweating like pigs.
"I'm going to make that bastard sweat when we go to that damn cabin." Nesta murmured, making sure her mate wasn't listening to her from the other end of the circle, which was helping a priestess up.
"That's not fair." Emerie muttered, brushing the dust off her leathers. "You are going to spend at least a week having sex on any surface of the cabin but we have to come here, to this hell."
Nesta laughed softly, shrugging her shoulders as she grabbed one leg, stretching it out.
A hiss came from her mouth, possibly all of her muscles were clenched.
"You should do the same." Elián recommended. "Otherwise your whole body will ache."
"I'm the one who has to go through pain, stop behaving like a worried mother." Elián sighed, avoiding giving an answer.
But anyway, she followed the advice of her voice, grabbing the soles of her feet and stretching as long as she was, hearing with satisfaction how it gently creaked her back, undoing the knots that were in the back, in her muscles.
She stayed in that position for a few more seconds, then jumped up.
Next, she grabbed her neck from one side and gently moved it to the other, removing any knots that might be in it.
Finally, she did the same to her legs, hearing them creak slightly.
She went to the water station, putting her hands in the shape of a bowl and immersing them in the tub of water, to later drink from them, wiping the remains of water with the back of her hand.
She walked over to where Nesta and Emerie were, Nesta lying on her back while Emerie was on her belly, avoiding damaging her hurtful wings.
"We deserved 3 more weeks of vacation." Emerie whimpered, putting a hand over her eyes like a visor, blocking out the bright morning sun.
"We deserved more than 3 weeks. For the Cauldron, they almost killed us, we should have had a whole year of vacation." Nesta said, mimicking Emerie's movement, sighing softly when the sun stopped hitting her eyes.
Gwyn sat on the floor, looking at her friends: "I'd rather be up here. I'd spend all day in the library if not for training."
Emerie dropped her hand, glaring at Gwyn: "Haven't you made any headway out of the library yet?"
Gwyn denied.
She had told them at one point in the Blood Rite that she was tired of being in the library, and that she wanted to go out and discover the world.
Sure, it was easier said than done.
"Everything in its time." Nesta considered, grabbing her friend's hand and squeezing, smiling slightly.
Gwyn smirked, squeezing back and stood up, looking up for Azriel.
She needed to get the uncertainty of the dress once and for all.
Unfortunately, she couldn't find the Illyrian anywhere.
She watched as Cassian approached them, lowering his head in greeting. Gwyn followed suit, asking, "By any chance, you don't know where Azriel is?"
Cassian stared at her, then took a quick glance around the ring, surprised when he saw that his friend had disappeared.
"He was here just now." He muttered, scanning until he gave up, giving her half a grimace. "He will be inside the House, I can search for him if you wish." He offered, but the priestess refused, announcing she would look for him herself.
She said goodbye to her friends, Cassian and the priestess she knew, and entered the House of Wind, letting her eyes get used to the artificial light that hung on the walls.
She began to look from place to place, suspicious of what she might find there.
"It's a simple house, Gwyneth, you won't find anything out of the ordinary." Elián reassured her, but it was of little use, since her nerves were on the surface.
"Why the hell did I say I was going to the ceremony?" She whimpered, feeling her heart beat faster and faster, forcing herself to stop, waiting for her heart to calm down.
"If you don't want to go, it's okay. Nesta will understand." He told her.
She knew Nesta would understand her. She was trying enormously to get out of the library and go to the ceremony, and Nesta wouldn't be mad at her if she finally decided not to go.
But Gwyn would be mad at herself.
After all that she had tried, all that she thought she had made progress, she was not going to let fear stop her from enjoying one of her friend's happiest days.
But for now she needed to sit down, she needed to think.
She didn't know where she was, she saw doors and more doors and torches lighting the hallway.
Where the hell had she been?
She frowned, pretending to remember how she had gotten there.
However, she didn't pay attention to where she was going, she had been too busy trying to keep her from having an attack.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, calming down, as she decided what she should do now.
Looking straight ahead, she decided to walk a little more, searching for any mark on the wall to guide her, until she found herself at the end of the hall.
She spun around, beginning to hyperventilate, feeling cold drops of sweat running down her back.
"There is no way out. There is no way out. There is no way out." She thought, trying to attack her own thoughts, but she couldn't. The fear she felt in her body paralyzed her.
She chewed on her lip until she felt the metallic taste of blood flood her mouth.
She dropped against the wall, hugging her knees to his chest as she said: "I'm the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me, I'm the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me, I'm the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me.
But, of course, there were many things that could break her.
Being in a dark hallway, lost, was one of them.
She didn't know how long she had been in that position, it might as well have been minutes, it might as well have been hours.
But suddenly she heard footsteps. Footsteps of man, noticing the weight of the steps.
She didn't want to raise her head. She must not raise her head.
She knew that Elián was probably speaking to her, but panic prevented from understanding what he wanted to say to her.
She shrugged even more, praying to get smaller and smaller and smaller until she became invisible, closing her eyes and holding her breath. Who was the man who was coming? What did he want from her? What was he going to do to her?
She listened as the stranger moved, as Gwyn prepared to scream, to fight, or to go limp and pray to whatever god was listening at the time that the man in front of her would think she was dead, leaving her alone.
But what happened was much more different.
She began to perceive caresses, as if feathers were grazing her neck, soothing her nerves, while others settled on her arms and legs, doing the same.
She looked up and found the last person she expected to see right now.
Azriel was looking at her with concern and curiosity.
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A COURT OF LIGHT AND SHADOWS
Chapter 3: Nerves
If Gwyn had thought the day before had been one of the worst of her short but experienced life, she was wrong.
That day promised many more problems.
Especially like asking Azriel if he could go with her to buy a dress and not get ridiculed in front of everyone when he probably said no.
She swallowed hard and clenched her abs, telling herself there were only 2 minutes left until that damn exercise was over and she could go to the library to continue the work that Merrill had imposed on her.
"Legs together, Berdara." Azriel's voice brought her out of her thoughts, turning her head to find him looking back, his face as serious as ever. Forcing herself no matter how much pain it caused her, she closed her legs and continued to support her body, preventing from falling flat on the hard floor of the ring.
Satisfied with the change in position, Azriel turned around and continued giving directions to the other priestess who were doing something that he claimed was wrong.
"I'm sure you couldn't even take the 5 minutes I've been like this." She grumbled disdainfully, moving her arms slightly to release tension, feeling droplets of sweat trickle down the neckline of her shirt, cooling her hot skin.
"Possibly he could endure 20 minutes of plank and then be 3 hours running, then do a series of push-ups and sit-ups." Elián answered.
Gwyneth rolled her eyes: "What part are you on? His or mine?" She protested, looking sideways to find Nesta and Emerie in the same situation, grunting with overexertion, cursing how little stamina they had after 3 weeks of absolutely no exercise.
"You have said a piece of information that was wrong. I have corrected it." He remembered.
Gwyn rolled her eyes again, breathing, blasting air through her burning lungs.
Everything burned.
And she still had to figure out what the hell to do with the ceremony. What dress should she choose? A simple one, gala, what color, with or without lace?
She began to feel her head throbbing, deducing that this was a signal to stop thinking about it and focus on maintaining the correct posture so that the two Illyrians controlling the exercises would not scold her.
She had to do the perfect exercises. She had to get Azriel's mocking smile out when he corrected some movement or posture.
Stupid, damn illyrian.
When the two minutes were up, the three Valkyries flopped to the ground, exhausted and sweating like pigs.
"I'm going to make that bastard sweat when we go to that damn cabin." Nesta murmured, making sure her mate wasn't listening to her from the other end of the circle, which was helping a priestess up.
"That's not fair." Emerie muttered, brushing the dust off her leathers. "You are going to spend at least a week having sex on any surface of the cabin but we have to come here, to this hell."
Nesta laughed softly, shrugging her shoulders as she grabbed one leg, stretching it out.
A hiss came from her mouth, possibly all of her muscles were clenched.
"You should do the same." Elián recommended. "Otherwise your whole body will ache."
"I'm the one who has to go through pain, stop behaving like a worried mother." Elián sighed, avoiding giving an answer.
But anyway, she followed the advice of her voice, grabbing the soles of her feet and stretching as long as she was, hearing with satisfaction how it gently creaked her back, undoing the knots that were in the back, in her muscles.
She stayed in that position for a few more seconds, then jumped up.
Next, she grabbed her neck from one side and gently moved it to the other, removing any knots that might be in it.
Finally, she did the same to her legs, hearing them creak slightly.
She went to the water station, putting her hands in the shape of a bowl and immersing them in the tub of water, to later drink from them, wiping the remains of water with the back of her hand.
She walked over to where Nesta and Emerie were, Nesta lying on her back while Emerie was on her belly, avoiding damaging her hurtful wings.
"We deserved 3 more weeks of vacation." Emerie whimpered, putting a hand over her eyes like a visor, blocking out the bright morning sun.
"We deserved more than 3 weeks. For the Cauldron, they almost killed us, we should have had a whole year of vacation." Nesta said, mimicking Emerie's movement, sighing softly when the sun stopped hitting her eyes.
Gwyn sat on the floor, looking at her friends: "I'd rather be up here. I'd spend all day in the library if not for training."
Emerie dropped her hand, glaring at Gwyn: "Haven't you made any headway out of the library yet?"
Gwyn denied.
She had told them at one point in the Blood Rite that she was tired of being in the library, and that she wanted to go out and discover the world.
Sure, it was easier said than done.
"Everything in its time." Nesta considered, grabbing her friend's hand and squeezing, smiling slightly.
Gwyn smirked, squeezing back and stood up, looking up for Azriel.
She needed to get the uncertainty of the dress once and for all.
Unfortunately, she couldn't find the Illyrian anywhere.
She watched as Cassian approached them, lowering his head in greeting. Gwyn followed suit, asking, "By any chance, you don't know where Azriel is?"
Cassian stared at her, then took a quick glance around the ring, surprised when he saw that his friend had disappeared.
"He was here just now." He muttered, scanning until he gave up, giving her half a grimace. "He will be inside the House, I can search for him if you wish." He offered, but the priestess refused, announcing she would look for him herself.
She said goodbye to her friends, Cassian and the priestess she knew, and entered the House of Wind, letting her eyes get used to the artificial light that hung on the walls.
She began to look from place to place, suspicious of what she might find there.
"It's a simple house, Gwyneth, you won't find anything out of the ordinary." Elián reassured her, but it was of little use, since her nerves were on the surface.
"Why the hell did I say I was going to the ceremony?" She whimpered, feeling her heart beat faster and faster, forcing herself to stop, waiting for her heart to calm down.
"If you don't want to go, it's okay. Nesta will understand." He told her.
She knew Nesta would understand her. She was trying enormously to get out of the library and go to the ceremony, and Nesta wouldn't be mad at her if she finally decided not to go.
But Gwyn would be mad at herself.
After all that she had tried, all that she thought she had made progress, she was not going to let fear stop her from enjoying one of her friend's happiest days.
But for now she needed to sit down, she needed to think.
She didn't know where she was, she saw doors and more doors and torches lighting the hallway.
Where the hell had she been?
She frowned, pretending to remember how she had gotten there.
However, she didn't pay attention to where she was going, she had been too busy trying to keep her from having an attack.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, calming down, as she decided what she should do now.
Looking straight ahead, she decided to walk a little more, searching for any mark on the wall to guide her, until she found herself at the end of the hall.
She spun around, beginning to hyperventilate, feeling cold drops of sweat running down her back.
"There is no way out. There is no way out. There is no way out." She thought, trying to attack her own thoughts, but she couldn't. The fear she felt in her body paralyzed her.
She chewed on her lip until she felt the metallic taste of blood flood her mouth.
She dropped against the wall, hugging her knees to his chest as she said: "I'm the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me, I'm the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me, I'm the rock against which the surf crashes, nothing can break me.
But, of course, there were many things that could break her.
Being in a dark hallway, lost, was one of them.
She didn't know how long she had been in that position, it might as well have been minutes, it might as well have been hours.
But suddenly she heard footsteps. Footsteps of man, noticing the weight of the steps.
She didn't want to raise her head. She must not raise her head.
She knew that Elián was probably speaking to her, but panic prevented from understanding what he wanted to say to her.
She shrugged even more, praying to get smaller and smaller and smaller until she became invisible, closing her eyes and holding her breath. Who was the man who was coming? What did he want from her? What was he going to do to her?
She listened as the stranger moved, as Gwyn prepared to scream, to fight, or to go limp and pray to whatever god was listening at the time that the man in front of her would think she was dead, leaving her alone.
But what happened was much more different.
She began to perceive caresses, as if feathers were grazing her neck, soothing her nerves, while others settled on her arms and legs, doing the same.
She looked up and found the last person she expected to see right now.
Azriel was looking at her with concern and curiosity.
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