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Books & Shipps & Aesthetics

[alinx]

𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗘.

We’ve grown up together. Used to be best friends. And I thought we would be forever. But things changed. I miss the boy who used to be my safe place. I hate what he became. And I hate myself even more for wanting him still.

𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗡

She is a princess. Perfect in every aspect. Popular. Smart. Kind. Talented. I was once her everything, but now that she has seen the world beyond our walls, I’m just one more. She got a boyfriend now and thinks she could love him and live a fairytale just like the ones in her infinite silly romances books. But she doesn’t know that belongs with me, and I belong with her. Since forever.

https://www.wattpad.com/story/315597604-wind-bird-devil%27s-night

Wind Bird | Devil's Night

ɪɴᴅɪᴇ We've grown up together. Used to be best friends. And I thought we would be forever. But things changed. I miss t...

[conebrain]

Day 4: “You’re the new ribbon, Az”

In ACOSF, we learned that Gwyn feels unworthy of her invoking stone and Azriel feels unworthy of love. Hopefully we get to see their journey together to overcome their “ribbons”

@gwynrielweeksofficial

[dumbbitchawards]

[fandomcentral101]

Patrick Jane and Teresa Lisbon The Mentalist 1x23

[incorrecthousemd]

house: from now on, we'll be using code names

house: i'll be "eagle one"

house: cameron is "been there done that"

cameron: excuse me?

house: cuddy is "currently doing that"

cuddy: wow

house: wilson is "i'd be lying if i said i hadn't thought about it"

wilson: huh?

house: chase is "it happened once in a dream"

chase: ...

house: and foreman is "eagle two"

foreman: thank god

[jnhsimms]

i was watching fringe and this kid looks like he could be a young patrick jane or jisbon kid

[alinx]

I’ve seen this baby boy on pinterest and you just can’t convince me that it’s not little patrick jane

The cheeks, the SMILE 🥹🤏🏻❤️

[alinx]

Gwyn: *enters a room*

Azriel Shadows:

[robntunney]

[clxyliv]

—emory scott and will grayson iii

[jiisbons]

still can't get over the fact that jane was there the whole time and was probably watching her dance 👀

[headcanonheadcase-deactivated20]

The Bargain

NaNoWriMo is halfway over and I'm approximately halfway through my first draft of 'The Bargain,' Gwynriel fanfic inspired by 'The Deal' by Elle Kennedy.

To celebrate reaching the halfway point, I'm sharing a first look at 'The Bargain.' I hope to have it ready to start posting before Christmas. Enjoy.

“So, does this mean that we have a deal?”

Gwyn arched an eyebrow. “A deal? What are you, a used car salesman?”

“Fine,” Azriel said, getting used to Gwyn’s quick wit. “An offer.”

She snorted in laughter. “So now you’re the Godfather?”

Azriel’s eyes went wide. “You’ve seen The Godfather?” Smart, funny, gorgeous, and she knew classic movies? Yup, countless guys around campus would be falling at her feet after this was over. That was, if Tarquin was dumb enough not to be interested in her.

“That’s it. I’m leaving.”

“Wait.” He leaned across the table and grabbed her wrist before she could slide from the booth. Gwyn started like an electric shock had passed through her body and she stared at his hand with looks of mild horror. Shit, had he crossed some line by touching her like that? She may have been strong willed and stubborn, but it also seemed like she was a little bit skittish.

“Sorry. Please, can we just...”Azriel pulled his hand back and ran it through his hair. He couldn’t afford to scare her off. He needed her help. “Can we make a bargain?

“A bargain?” Gwyn sounded skeptical, but at least she hadn’t run screaming from the diner. Az would have to remember not to be so physical with her. He needed her to trust him.

“Yeah, a bargain. An agreement between two friends. Each one consents to do something helpful for the other.”

“Thanks for the vocabulary lesson, but don’t you think you’re being a bit presumptuous?”

“We aren’t friends? I’m hurt.” He dramatically covered his heart with his hand and flopped back against the booth.

“Fine. We’re friend…ly,” Gwyn conceded. “But I’m not making you a friendship bracelet or anything.”

“Does that mean we have one? A bargain, I mean. Not friendship bracelets. Although I wouldn’t say no to one if you change your mind.” He offered her a playful wink.

Gwyn sighed but held out her hand to him. “You’ve got yourself a bargain, Moreno.”

He grinned as reached for her hand, but pulled back just before they touched. “To be clear, this handshake is legally binding. No returns or exchanges. Or do you think we should pinky-swear instead?”

“Oh my god, could you be any more annoying? Just shake my hand already.” She grabbed his hand before he could make another clever quip.

His palm seemed to fit perfectly against hers, even though her hand felt small in his. Her skin was warm and soft, but her handshake was firm. It lingered a little longer than necessary too. Azriel wasn’t sure if that was her doing or his. Her gaze had been on his face, but it slowly dropped to his hand, as though she couldn’t believe that they were touching. Or maybe it was that she couldn’t believe that she liked it.

But then the milkshake blender behind the counter started up and Gwyn dropped his hand. And everything went right back to business.

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Thank you to @damedechance for the beta and @ofduskanddreams for the title card.

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@vikingmagic33 @hlizr50 @mystical-blaise @booknerd87 @amandapearls @highladyofillyria @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @sv0430 @shadowriel @azrielshadowssing

[crwstie]

Mas na minha mente, lá no fundo onde escondia os meus segredos, sempre seria ele. Dez anos... vinte anos depois, eu sempre o observaria à distância e o veria construir sua vida. Então eu seria feliz, desde que ele fosse também.

— Hideaway, Penelope Douglas.

[alinx]

Nessian: *thinking about a threesome*

Cassian: but Nes, Gwyn’s almost like our baby!

Nesta: *seriously considering this* so she’ll be calling us mommy and daddy while we fuck?

[alinx]

The Vanserra’s

— Eris, didn’t knew you had a consort — the man opened a malicious grin while inspected the red headed from head to toe. — But I see you’ve got yourself a good one.

Castor — the second eldest — growled and Gwyn raised an arm to stop him while Vixyn — the second youngest — joined them.

— Stupid — Gwyn could hear his whisper while nodding in disapproval to the scene, and she smiled.

— Oh, so I’ve committed a mistake, you share a female now? Didn’t though it was possible to Autumn males — mocked.

Eris almost felt bad for him, the poor man was digging his own grave more and more each time he opened his mouth.

— If you’d like to keep your tongue, — Lucien’s voice sound imposing, blustering in the large room. — Watch your words when talking of our sister.

Now the general seemed even more surprised. Took some steps back to put himself together while Lucien joined the group at the centre of the room, in a scene that was portrait worthy. The four of them with fire sparking in their amber eyes and running through their veins, surrounding Gwyn, who had a soft grin and batted lashes innocently.

The Vanserra brothers were wiling to commit atrocities, even of killing each others seeking the throne, but wouldn’t let a single hair of their little sister to be touched.

Gwyneth Berdara, Beron’s bastard — and probably the best thing he’d ever done, half Nymph and entirely a Valkyrie, had her widely known as brutal, cruel and unreliable half-brother’s wrapped around her fingertips.

— So, — she started again in a firm tone but still just lovely as only Gwyn could be. — Would you tell me what are you seeking in these lands?

A.N: I like the theories about Gwyn being Lucien’s daughter but come on, our lil Valkyrie being the bastard princess of the Autumn Court would be freaking amazing.

[lepra-art]

Today is my Birthday and I prepared this art with AU for you❤️

AU Ancient Egypt.

Draco - Anubis - the god who guides the souls of the dead to the afterlife. Hermione is mortal, daughter of Pharaoh Ahmose I.

He first sees her when he comes to take the soul of her mother who died of a fever. He notices that the she is not crying, but standing with her head proudly raised. The daughter of the Pharaoh is not allowed to show too strong emotions. She holds on even when both of her older brothers die in battle.

Without clear understanding, Draco comes to her more and more often, lurking in the shadows. He does not understand what is happening to him. He just knows he loves it. He loves her quiet laugh. He loves how she can play the harp for hours in the evenings. He loves to watch her when she thoughtfully reads manuscripts.

Draco is trying with all his might to deny what is born in his soul, but it is ironically immortal. He is torn apart, because he understands that this story has one end. He simultaneously hates and craves her, not understanding how to cope with something that has never been the part of his kind.

He loses her too soon. Her beauty is still blooming even when he holds her light body in trembling hands, taking her away from the world of the living. He smells the venom of a scorpion mixed with burgundy wine.

There's no way to fix this. She cannot be returned, and hatred for the entire human race is ripening in him. And she, like a candle extinguished, faded, leaving the God of Death who accidentally fell in love.

[alinx]

Of course I want to be like them. They’re beautiful as blades forged in some divine fire. They will live forever.

And Draco is even more beautiful than the rest. I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.

Hermione was only seven when were suddenly stolen away from her family and everything she knew till then to live in a world where magic wasn’t just a fairytale.

Ten years later, Hermione unstoppable seeks to fit in, wich has been a tough task considering many of the Wizards despise everything that it’s muggle, as they call. Especially Draco Malfoy, the cruelest of them, only heir of the powerful Lucius Malfoy.

To win herself a place at the Wizard’s Court, she must defy him — and face the consequences.

P.S: you just can’t tell me that folk of air and dramione doesn’t match perfectly

Just think about a parallel reality where the conservative wizards and witches run everything and Draco is clearly privileged for being the son of the High Wizard’s right arm.

Draco, Blas, Theo and Pansy as Cardan, Valerian, Locke and Nicasia.

Draco being secretly in love with the muggle born Grand General’s protected since the day they first met at the Court.

Just over here obsessed about the idea of an Dramione AU like this.

[enselius]

Let The Dark In by @senlinyuwrites chapter 1.