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Word Search Tag Game

@thesistersarcheron challenged me to find the following words in my WIPs:

haughty, vibrant, dance, surge, ice

I checked my CinderAz WIP, my Kinktober WIP, and my Monsterober WIP and sadly only found ONE!

With long, confident steps, she approached the dias. Azriel expected her to pause before the thrones; to bend a knee for the High Lord and High Lady. But instead she bobbed into a curtsy in front of him. “I hope you saved a dance for me, shadowsinger.”

“Tonight isn’t a ball,” he told her, a ghost of a memory from the first time he’d seen her in the Hewn City. “It’s a show of power.”

Gwyn smiled coyly. “Who says a dance is not?” Her arm was extended; her hand waiting for him to take it. So Azriel did.

Everything else fell away as Azriel led Gwyn to the middle of the room. With a twist of his arm, he moved her into position, his palm spanning her back. Her eyes locked onto his as she brought her free hand up to his shoulder. A wisp of shadow looped around her wrist before flitting back behind his wing. And as though it had been waiting for him to be ready, the music began.

Azriel drew Gwyn into a waltz, the two of them flowing into the dance as effortlessly as breathing. Like they had been born to move together. They covered the whole of the floor, spinning past the court as though they hadn’t a care in the world. Not that he had any focus for anything–or anyone–beside her.

Tagging (no pressure!) @thelovelymadone @daevastanner @labellefleur-sauvage @bearbluebooks @melting-houses-of-gold

and your words are:

apple, water, star, play, smile

bearbluebooks

Thank you for the tag @headcanonheadcase, this was so much fun! I have two WIP and I found three words! I was really shocked not to find water in my yachting fic...

Smile - Below Deck: Prythian

His eyes reflected so much affection it took her back a bit, especially when he declared “We’ll deal with whatever comes together.”

As he placed one kiss on top of her forehead, he whispered into her ear “Okay?”

Those words and actions brought her back from her panic, as she answered with a small smile “okay.”

“Okay” he answered again. Then he picked up the clothes that were still scattered around the large room, and dressed her piece by piece. First her underwear, then her shorts and top. She carried her cardigan in one hand.

Then he placed one last kiss on her cheek, as he took her other hand and cajoled her to the back of the room. How had she not noticed the door there?

“I’ll take you to the hallway that leads to your quarters, tomorrow we’ll talk about it. I promise.”

Gwyn took one deep breath, as she whispered “okay.”

Star - The Sun and its Shadows

And then there was Elain, who was as wonderful as she was kind. Their relationship could have become awkward when Azriel and her started dating, especially when they started to share a room and he would come over. Although it took some getting used to the new situation, from both sides, she never made Gwyn feel unwelcome. And for that she would always be grateful. Tonight she looked ethereal in her purple fairytale dress. The sheer sleeves matched the fluidity of the star studded skirt perfectly.

Play - Below Deck Prythian

Nesta was her best friend but she could be harsh sometimes. A lecture was bound to happen and she could already see it play out in her mind- ‘what were you thinking, somebody could report Azriel for unethical conduct, for preferential treatment. You will never get a job as chief stew again. Everybody will think you got to the position you worked so hard for through sex.’

The worst past was that she was right. Rumors circulated at an alarming rate in the yachting industry. Stories about romances between captains and one of their crew didn’t make the cut often, but when it did, it was the talk of the year.

I'm tagging @captain-of-the-gwynriel-ship @velidewrites @littlefishbigsea @sunshinebingo (also no pressure!)

With the words dance, soft, linger, castle, boat

littlefishbigsea

Thank you for thinking of me @bearbluebooks. Let me give this a go. Some of these are one-offs or unpublished WIP. NSFW warning. My words are: dance, soft, linger, castle, boat.

Dance

"With his shadows in full retreat, and his mind thoroughly distracted, Azriel didn't anticipate the sudden tap at his shoulder. Turning, there was no one there. Rita's was brimming with clientele. Patrons in all manners of dress, rags to riches, danced, made merry, and drank. The band upon the stage played, drowned out by the screaming conversations. 'Speaking of the devil,' Az muttered before turning his head in the other direction. 'Well, hello to you too,' Cassian said cheerily, holding up Azriel's beer and taking multiple gulps. 'I'll kill you,' Azriel threatened, grabbing for his drink. 'Give it back.' 'Nope.' 'Get your own beer, you overgrown bat.' 'Sorry, brother,' Cassian apologized before belching loudly. 'My love for ale is stronger than our friendship.'" - Untitled & unreleased Gwynriel chapter, Siren's Umbra

Soft

"The slap echoed through the chamber like a clap of thunder. A reddening hue blossomed across the cheek of his ass. Azriel's entire body tensed like a pulled bow, taut, on the verge of snapping, his erection undiminished. A pulse thudded between her legs in the vacuum of silence that followed. Her nipples so sensitive the soft muslin of her robes felt more like sackcloth. All she wanted was to kiss the mark she'd made, but he wasn't cooperating, losing himself instead in the razor sharp edge of pleasure slicing through him. "Azriel..." His cock jerked at the sound of his name passing between her lips, rolling off her tongue. Above him, his hands were bound with white ribbon, strung from the ceiling with corded black rope. Time had ceased to exist as she teased him again and again, edging him ever closer to a release that promised to shoot stars across his vision." - Unreleased, Gwynriel one-shot WIP

Linger

"In the dark, cold of my prison the press of her warm, star speckled skin lingers. Within my dreams she comes to me, incorporeal and glowing, gripping my chin as she kisses me lightly in greeting before running her tongue across my lips. She moans and takes me inside her, our bodies intertwined in the way shadow danced with moonlight at dusk." - The Summoning, a Gwynriel WIP one-shot, Unreleased

Castle

"Further into the castle we traversed. My people milled about, watching but not watching, backs bent in low bows, eyes seeing all. Don't stumble. Don't falter. They'd be on me in a moments time despite the black crown that adorned my precious head. We came upon the throne room at last. Great reliefs of historic battles were carved into the walls, the scheming and manipulations recorded in stone. The courtiers grew still, as if death now weaved through them. Shadows pulled, gathered, cloaking me. I made my way to the obsidian dais, power filling the room, the castle and beyond. Like the stars, I had no end and no beginning. Eternal. Fathomless knowledge, untapped potential, magnificent beauty. The full impact of who and what I was threatened to drown me at times, especially here, upon this stone seat. A dream to some, a nightmare to others, I was Queen of Hesperus, Daughter of Phosphorus, and the Evening Star." - Untitled, original WIP

Boat

"'The Tower huh,' Cassian muttered. 'Nesta won't stop going on about Gwyn going back after the rites.' 'Do you blame her?' 'Nesta or Gwyn? I blame neither,' his brother shook his head, downing his own drink. 'Her friendship is important to Nesta. She only wants the best for the priestess. Her quirkiness softens some of my mates harder edges.' Cassian's mouth quirks into a lopsided, love-fool, grin. 'Quirky doesn't begin to describe her.' 'Oh?' 'She's short tempered.' 'And bossy,' Cass added. 'And-' Azriel recalled the way she'd tucked her hair behind her ear as she'd read to him; lips moving, eyes darting back and forth across the page. The way the candle light had flickered so lovingly across her skin. 'Hmph.' Az took a long drink. 'Hmph,' Cass echoed, hiding his grin behind a mug of beer. 'Sounds like you get along.' At Az's eyeroll, the conversation devolved into the bets Cass lost in the last boating races. Azriel wasn't much for gambling. It was no fun when you could accurately predict based on weight of the boat and the speed of the Sidra's currents who would win. He hardly lost a bet, which was likely why Cass no longer asked him to join on game days. 'But that's exactly what I'm explaining to you,' Cass yelled, throwing up his arms, beer sloshing. 'If you make everything an equation, you miss the best part of the games.' 'I don't agree. That is the game,' Azriel drunkenly argued, hiccoughing twice more than was appropriate for one of his reputation. 'You can't reduce people down to numbers,' his brother slurred. 'Just last year Prancing Pegasus pulled out that win in the last two minutes of the race!' 'Yeah, because of an advantageous southern wind that blasted them over the finish line,' Az explained. 'Anyone could have altered their calculations to include the variable-' 'That settles it,' Cass slammed his mug onto the counter top and scrambled to his feet. Swaying gently, he pointed a finger at Azriel, eyes hard. 'Let's settle this with a duel.' 'We haven't properly dueled in ages,' Az grumbled, finishing his beer. He lifted his gaze to meet Cassian's. 'What's the score anyway?' 'We're not children, Az, I stopped keeping score ages ago.' Azriel got to his feet. Rita's bustle ground to a halt as its patron's watched the two Illyrians sway across from each other. Cass eyed his brother, smirking. 'I've won 16 of 25,' the shadowsinger confessed, returning his brother's smirk. 'See now, that's where you're wrong.' Cass swished his pointer finger at Az, narrowly missing poking him in the chest. 'Oh,' Azriel purred, all darkness and murderous intent. 'I thought you didn't remember the score. I'll gladly prove it.'" - Untitled, WIP chapter, Siren's Umbra

I hope you enjoyed these little snippets. You can find me on AO3 where I post my gwynriel fanfics.

Anyone reading this, I challenge you! @sunshinebingo I'm looking at you! If you'd like to reblog this with your own, here are the words to use:

(1) Gaze, (2) Hand, (3) Dagger, (4) Light, (5) Song

#tag game #gwynriel #my fanfic writing #my ocs #my writing

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

Thanks for thinking of me, @sunshinebingo. Here goes nothing:

I can tell a pretty good story. Writing is something I adore, find cathartic, and I'm pretty decent at it.

I'm a very generous person, some would claim to a fault.

There's this monster inside me called Curiosity and I feed it constantly. I love to learn.

Great taste in music, if I must brag.

This one is strange, but, I'm a really good driver. Like, I could have been a stunt driver, or a get away driver in my past life. It's a serious skill.

Phew. All done. This only took my four days to contemplate and find the courage to reply. 😆

#about me #why is it such a struggle to admit nice things about ourselves

wait wait wait wait do you know if the Az smiling at Gwyn and her not returning but staring at him was before or after the necklace?? Like is that where that comes from? I just read the books so idk when the necklace chapter takes place

Fair question, anon, as the timeline is a little jarring in ACOSF if you're considering the bonus chapters and where they fit in. Az's bonus chapter spans multiple chapters from ACOSF. So, to answer your question directly: this interaction happens before the necklace and immediately after Az joins their training. Cassian even remarks if he should have asked Gwyn first before asking Az to join, associating her lack of smile with potentially being bothered by Az's presence, as he was the one to save her in Sangravah and saw her on the worst day of her life. Technically, this interaction is the first that they have following Sangravah, as we know of.

As for the rest of their timeline, he joins the training in Chapter 39. It's described in this chapter that Gwyn is distracted by Azriel's presence - glancing at him and being unusually quiet. After that we read about Az's attentions being drawn to Gwyn when she gets excited talking to Cassian about the Valkyrie. In Chapter 55, we learn that Az is giving Gwyn dagger lessons.

Chapter 58 is the annual gift-giving event for the Inner Circle, so we can assume that his interactions with Elain and Gwyn happen here. At the beginning of Chapter 59, Cassian mentions heading out for the annual snowball fight. We know that in Az's POV chapter, he tells Clotho he's sad because he lost the snowball fight, so the timeline fits. When they return from the cabin trip 3 days later, Az is described as being more aloof, and stone-faced than usual, not even bothering to smile at Nesta. It's upon his return from the cabin that Azriel takes the necklace to Clotho and it ends up with Gwyn.

We get another time jump, five days to be exact. In chapter 60 we get the look of admiration from Az toward Gwyn and the beginnings of their public banter with each other and Nesta referring to Az as Gwyn's new ribbon.

Obviously we're missing a lot of interactions between Gwyn and Az. They clearly had moments together prior to the necklace and we will just have to wait if SJM includes any of that time in her next book, I doubt it though. I think it's her way of establishing that Az and Gwyn, at the start of his book, are more than mere acquaintances.

I hope this helps clear things up. 💜

#acosf #gwyneth berdara #azriel #gwyn berdara #gwynriel #pro gwynriel

bloomingdarkgarden

If Lucien Vanserra isn't ripping someone's bodice off by the end of ACOTAR and she in return isn't pushing him down to the floor and riding his legendary thighs until he unravels in disbelief I don't want it.

#lucien vanserra #pro lucien

krummskorner

Vile creatures *scoffs*

laxibbeb

i'm soooo normal about what could've been

#yes #yessss #yes yes yes

lady-embers

I just wanted to post a little bit of proof of Elucien from Sarah own words.

This first photo is from when Sarah was active on social media and answering questions in a Facebook group. Here we see her answering a question about Elain and Lucien.

First off, I'd like to point out that she originally had planned/thought for Lucien and NESTA to be together!! But when she was writing ACOMAF, Elain was the person BOTH Lucien and her didn't see coming. She then went on to say that they had a great deal of tension, growth, and healing to be found for both of them (TOGETHER).

I think her own words here are pretty self explanatory...

Then we have this photo where she was at an event for ACOWAR in 2017.

The question starts off with asking what would be the perfect modern day dates for the ACOMAF couples.

She talks about Rhysand and Feyre first who were the canon couple in ACOMAF.

She then went on to mention ELAIN and LUCIEN and said they'd go to London and tour the GARDENS before making their way to the COUNTRYSIDE as they'd be happy being out in NATURE he most. The gardens, countryside, nature.... does that not sound like a perfect date for two people most associate with sunshine, daylight, and who just want a peaceful life?

She finished up the question with Cassian and Nesta. Now, out of those pairings which ones were NOT canon couples in ACOMAF? Cassian and Nesta (who ended up getting their own book) and Elain and Lucien (we only find out near the end they were mates but not an established couple here either). Based on this, wouldn't you think Elain and Lucien would get their own book (together)?

Again, this was at an event FOR ACOWAR. I know it's been about 6+ years since then, but I think this is still relevant and important information for Elucien given I am pretty sure she was working on ACOSF when she was writing ACOWAR as well. She's also mentioned before how she has had seeds planted throughout her books for later ones.

And honestly.... she still has the breadcrumbs laid out for Elucien even in ACOSF with Elain not liking cruelty, Cassian mentioning the black dress sucking the LIFE out of her, the necklace Azriel originally gave to her (before she gave it back like she did with truthteller and didn't look back) which was an everyday charm that only revealed the true beauty when held up to the LIGHT...I could go on but that's a different post for another day 😏🥰

I really do think Sarah hasn't deviated from her Elain and Lucien pairing since writing ACOMAF. The signs are there that she hasn't. She has just building on that tension for Elucien until it's time for their story to be told in which they will grow and find healing with each other. As her mated couples in her stories do.

Artist Credit for this Elucien piece is Hachandraws

#we love to see it #pro elucien

damedechance

𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌

𓇢𓆸 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑜3 || 𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Pairing: Gwynriel Status: Ch 2/? (Read from Pt 1) Rated: E (Explicit) Summary: Three years ago, Gwyneth Berdara became the ward of the Night Institute, a band of hunters led by Rhysand who work to rid the world of vampires. After one fateful night where Gwyn unwittingly welcomes one such creature into their home, she strikes a deal with Azriel, one that is just as likely to condemn them as it is to save them.

CWS: descriptions of blood/injury, eventual smut

𓇢𓆸 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑠𝑛𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑡

It’s funny how even daylight itself pales in comparison to the inheritor of the Night Institute. How even the bronze stars inlaid in the ceramic tile seem to be laid out at his feet, where he stands leaning against the kitchen island. And even as Gwyn stares at his back, she thinks how it is still so strange seeing him here. In some place as ordinary as the kitchen. His arms are crossed, and Gwyn cannot see who sits at the kitchen table from around his shoulders. “I might kill you myself,” Rhysand says, pitching forward slightly as he spits the words at the other man. “If your actions don’t finish the act for me, you fucking–” “Good morning,” Gwyn murmurs, as she ducks behind him. Rhysand whips around, his arms loosening from around himself as he looks at her. His eyes had flashed wide, but as he rests his hands on the counter, a small smile spreads over his face, a bit sheepish. Gwyn hurriedly turns around, and opens the door to the icebox to collect a bottle of milk. “Good morning, Gwyn,” Rhysand says warmly. As she closes the icebox and steps towards the stove, where the coffee has been brewing. Evidently forgotten by Rhysand. “Can I make your coffee?” Gwyn asks, making an effort to add some cheer to her voice. She reaches into an upper cabinet for two cups, and purposefully does not look to Rhysand for his answer. “That would be lovely, thank you,” he says. Sighing, almost in relief, Gwyn busies herself with pouring the cups as Rhysand turns back to the person sitting at the table. “And if you say you weren’t hunting,” Rhys asks. “Then why do you look like death?” “Nightmare.” Gwyn’s fingers begin to shake around the neck of the milk bottle, and when she sets it down, it clatters discordantly against the wood countertop. She heaves out a breath, and slowly turns to face the rest of the room, hands braced on the edge of the counter behind her. Azriel sits there–she can see him now that she’s edged around the island. His head hanging low and his elbows propped up. He has his hands wrapped around the back of his neck, staring down at Rhysand’s shoes, but when Gwyn turns, his eyes flash up to meet hers. Gwyn takes in his appearance, the dark circles beneath his eyes and the slight sheen of sweat over his skin. He’s hungover, clearly, and his gaze falls so heavily on her, she feels like her lungs are being crushed beneath its weight. “A nightmare?” Rhysand scoffs. “That’s a fine excuse, Az, but you might want to try it on someone who isn’t so used to your bull–your tricks. You ever try to go hunting alone, Azriel, and I will personally see to it that you never hunt again. Are you even listening?” Rhysand’s jaw tenses, eyes narrowing, and then he follows the path of Azriel’s gaze and finds Gwyn. She scrambles to collect the cups from the counter, and strides forward to offer one to him. “Coffee, Mr. Corbett?” she asks, offering him a wobbly smile. “Thank you, Gwyn.” Despite himself, Rhysand smiles back. “And you know we have no need for such formalities. Not in this house.” Gwyn pointedly ignores his offer. “Did you sleep well, then?” “Well enough.” Rhysand takes a sip of his coffee, and sighs. “And you didn’t stay up too late in the library, I hope.” Gwyn’s smile widens. It feels tight on her face, as she lies, “Of course not.” “I’m pleased to hear that,” Rhysand says. He turns back around, to where Azriel has collapsed with his cheek pressed against the table, and kicks him in the shin so that he jumps up. “And you. I don’t care what state you’re in, I expect you to be in attendance this evening. Even if it means Cass and I have to drag you in there ourselves.” Gwyn hides her abrupt frown behind a sip of her own coffee, and returns Rhysand’s departing nod in her direction with a small wave. She watches as he exits the kitchen, and only allows her shoulders to sag once she can no longer hear his footsteps. Until Azriel snorts from over at the table, and then her spine is straight as a board again. She whirls around to face him, and slams her cup of coffee down on the counter. “What?” she bites out.

bornfreakdraws

Meg and Zag doing That Thing™ from That One Photo™

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shadowsxgwynriel

Azriel: You’re telling me that you have a mate?

Bryce: Yes.

Azriel: And you also have a mate?

Aelin: Yep.

Azriel:

*Meanwhile*

The Shadows:

shansenfan

soft!gwynriel

i know for a fact that az will talk so much when he’s with gwyn.

his voice will become raspy and rough because of he’ll overwork his vocal cords.

henryscavills

Romeo + Juliet (1996) dir. Baz Luhrmann

soviet-uwunion

Oh my god those are heelys

rythen

I want people to remember that, iirc, this is still considered the most faithful movie version of Romeo and Juliet

#mercutio #romeo and juliet

wedarkacademia

bloomingdarkgarden

Nesta bad as fuck Archeron, ladies and gentlemen.

💅

valkyriegwynb

Gwyn One shot

Teal eyes stared at the flickering candle light as Gwyn couldn't help but stare at the rose necklace that Clotho had given her. It's from a friend. She told Gwyn but as she laid in her bed, Gwyn couldn't help but think it wasn't something she should have. Though it was beautiful, it somehow felt wrong for her to hold in her hands. To corrupt it by her unworthiness and her blood soaked hands, it was wrong so she would leave it in a book that she still hasn't finished. Using it like a bookmark rather than adorning it. Sighing, she turned under the covers of her bed and tried to close her eyes. Gwyn had made another visit to Madja about the sleeping potion but instead of taking it this time, it was left hidden within her nightstand. Gwyn can do this. Rather than relying on something that can only chase away the nightmares that plagued the priestess for only a short bit of time; Gwyn can face them, she only has to try. Her eyelids soon grew heavy only to be reopened again before the lulling of sleep pulled her in once again. It wasn't the same scenario that greeted her like it always did before the night in Sangravah but where Gwyn stood was a forest in the middle of winter. Her eyes slowly began to adjust to her surroundings as there was no one there but her. Gwyn released a trembling sigh before she began the trek up through the snow covered pines. A feeling of familiarity of the place ate at her but she couldn't place why. Snow crunched beneath her feet with each step she took but that was the only sound she could hear. Not the sounds of birds, not the sounds of animals in the underbrush, just her. We shouldn't be here. Something's wrong. Something's wrong! Gwyn could feel her gut churning as she continued walking through the forest but each where she turned, it led to the same spot she arrived in. The world felt like it was getting bigger as her breaths became faster. Panicked. The same familiar feeling Gwyn would get at the start of her spiral and there was nothing to stop her from it.

#gwyneth berdara