My gift to all of you for Gwynriel week cause this took a hell lot of a time. And any time I update, I’ll just give the link for this in every headcanon. SOC oneshots are at the end.
Edit - I keep updating
Gwynriel FanFic - Jealousy and 18+, TW warnings
Read at Wattpad - Yes, I added all of them to wattpad as well. It was hard as hell.
Chapter 1 - Dinner with the Inner Circle
Chapter 2 - Leaving for the Summer Court
Chapter 3 - Gwyn’s Best Friend
Chapter 4 - Azriel’s Dream
Chapter 5 - Training at the Summer Court
Chapter 6 - Getting Drunk
Chapter 7 - The Summer Solstice
Chapter 8 - Nightmare Suriels
Chapter 9 - Broken
Chapter 10 - The Competition
Chapter 11 - Leaving the Summer Court
Chapter 12 - Unknown
Chapter 13 - Planning
Chapter 14 - The Heist and The End
Gwynriel Headcanons -
Gwyneth Birthday Headcanon - 1
Gwyneth Birthday Headcanon - 2
Gwyneth Birthday Headcanon - 3
Gwynriel Heartbreak Headcanon - 1
Gwynriel Heartbreak Headcanon Ft. Nyx - 2
Gwynriel Mafia AU : Part 1
Gwynriel Fan Fiction - There ENTIRE story
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Chapter 1 - Introduction
Chapter 2 - A Lunch With The Inner Circle
Chapter 3 - Sex Banter
Chapter 4 - The Break Up
Chapter 5 - Does it Really Matter?
Chapter 6 - Gwyn Injured
Chapter 7 - What the hell is going on?
Chapter 8 - A lifetime is enough for making memories
Chapter 9 - He rejected the bond
Chapter 10 - Demons
Chapter 11 - First Date
Gwynriel Fanfic : After We Marry
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Chapter 1 - Shopping takes an unexpected turn
Chapter 2 - Well, I'm Royally Fucked
Chapter 3 - NO!
Chapter 4 - Hell
Chapter 5 - I love her so much
Chapter 6 - My mate
Chapter 7 - Unexpected
Gwynriel FanFic - Bad Boy - Good Girl
Chapters 1 - 3 - Introduction
Gwynriel One Shots
1. Azriel Injured
2. Gwynriel Married
3. Gwyneth Dying
4. I love you
6. Gwynriel Pillow Fighting
7. Gwynriel getting drunk together
8. Gwyn's Little Crush
9. Gwynriel : Death
10. Gwyn jealous
11. We'll meet again
12. Modern AU : First Kiss
13. Modern AU : Movie
14. Yoga
15. At the beach
16. Sleep
17. Overworking Gwyn
18. Can you pick me up?
19. Daddy Came Back
20. Ft. Catrin - Do I really look like Mommy?
21. Ft. Catrin - Bracelets
22. Enemies to Lovers to ✨✨✨
23. Hero x villain AU
Gwynriel Week 2022 :
Day 1 - A Moodboard
Day 2 - A rant
Day 3 - A Headcanon
Day 4 - An AU Headcanon
Day 5 - Future Theories
Day 6 - Mating Ceremony
Day 7 - A Song
Kanej Headcanon - #kanej, #wesper
Inej giving birth
Kanej and Wesper Child - A teenager.
Kanej : Broken
Also besties, do read the wattpad story and comment on every line. SANKYU. And also tell me if I should add the oneshots there or not. And lol even I didn’t know I had written so many.
this is an unconventional post, but im going to start manifesting my life. I am so fucking tired of being this person who people shit on and bitch about because im not I cant take it. Am I popular? yes. am I attractive? when I want to be yes. but these fucking high school girls are so fucked in the head that they screw up their own friends because of a fucking fight. Well you know what, thats enough. Ive had enough of being pushed around. I used to be a mean bitch in 6th grade, I had less friends then but atleast they weren't fucking with me head, cause I didn't let them. Enough is enough. The bitch is back. I dont know how many of you as my followers would be interested in a boring teenagers' life. but the thing is, its not boring its so fucked up that even I cant keep up with the number of lores I have at one point. if you wanna hear me rant, and keep up with my life, stay tuned, otherwise let me know.
you can also join my community if ure interested, If not I'll go back to posting my writing
Well hello all, I'm back with a WIP Wednesday. A not-so-little tasty morsel to tide you and @secret-third-thing over until her birthday.
If I wasn't already going to hell (which I will be), this fic would seal the deal. It's at the very least sending me a few rings deeper.
"Welcome to the Family" features Elucien, Berlain, Erlain, etc., etc.... If you can name a Vanserra male, Elain Archeron is doing them in this fic. But why? Find out in the slightly abridged, albeit still lengthy, snippet below....
Lucien groaned, turning his face into Elain’s hair as she teased him. “Settle down love, you know we can’t.”
Elain moved her head to pout up at him with big doe eyes. “Not even a little?” She licked her lips, leaving an enticing wet strip across her plump bottom lip. “Not even just a taste?” Her fingers traced a line from where they’d been resting on Lucien’s arm down the firm planes of his chest and abdomen. “Not even if I beg?”
Resisting the urge to give into the very tempting little minx practically crawling up his side, Lucien bit down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. “You know we have to wait.” Hoping to distract his needy mate, Lucien began the slow stroking of his fingers against Elain’s arm once again. “The mating ceremony has to happen first. It’s important.”
Letting out a soft, defeated sigh Elain sunk comfortably once again back into Lucien’s touch and the skillful lines he painted across her skin. “I didn’t realize your family was so strict on no sex before the mating ceremony,” she said, frustrated but content to wait if it meant that much to Lucien.
His fingers stilled on her arm, chest tensing under her cheek. “Lucien?” Elain asked, looking up at him with questioning concern. “What’s wrong?”
Lucien held his breath for a long moment before letting out a long controlled sigh. “It’s family tradition.” ... “There’s a ritual,” he started slowly, meeting the fierce, cutting Archeron gaze Elain pinned him with that was shared by all three sisters.
“What kind of ritual,” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she sat back on her heels, nightgown draped across her knees.
Averting his eyes, Lucien ran a nervous hand through his hair, “one where Beron and my brothers have to fuck you before I can?” Lucien phrased it as a question, though it was in fact a harsh truth of being a Vanserra. He looked up under guilty lids to meet Elain’s gaze.
Though her arms were still crossed in stern confrontation, her jaw had dropped, leaving her mouth wide and eyes even wider at his confession. When Elain hadn’t moved from that position in several long moments, Lucien continued speaking.
“It’s a rite of passage for us. The parent of the individual to be mated and any elder siblings get first dibs… there’s a whole age order thing.” ...
Elain threw her arms out to the side in outrage. “Oh, nothing serious then! Nothing that will affect me in the least!”
How will Elain handle the predicament she's found herself in? Coming soon to an AO3 near you... 😈
not to validate e\riels but if the whole "the cauldron can give you fake mating bonds" thing was real, someone should really write an AU where the nessian bond is fake and neris are true mates
not to validate e\riels but if the whole "the cauldron can give you fake mating bonds" thing was real, someone should really write an AU where the nessian bond is fake and neris are true mates
I am not a nice and I was just like the other girls that are u and like I don’t understand what the time you want me but I know I have a crush in the one person that is not trying my best friend but like if he’s not going on a break I can tell him I love him so I love him that I have never ever said to me and like I know it is a nice person to me but he just said he is never going on and it hurts me
Another snippet because this one is actually wanting to be written, finally.
Feyre wasn’t entirely certain what happened after she got in the front seat of Rhys’ SUV. Her head went numb right along with her body. She was well aware that Rhys was saying something and on occasion Cassian or Nesta would respond. There were several barbs thrown around that, under normal circumstances, Feyre might have cared.
Your shop was broken into. Your shop was broken into.
The simple, clear words of the police officer on her phone rung in her head on repeat. This couldn’t be happening.
Things had been looking up. The shop had been doing well. Feyre had been making strides with her life. Even with Tamlin showing up–Feyre had been convinced that things were going to be fine.
There is not a universe he can fathom where he does not belong to her.
Cassian handles their breakup like a champ.
AO3
Warning: Cassian is a creep here-manipulation, stalking, the gamut
It takes weeks before Cassian begins to understand why she left. And if that isn't symbolic of their relationship he doesn't know what is.
Nesta knowing better, being better, as he trots behind. Coated in the arrogance of ignorance, always righteous until he's not, always catching the rhythm a beat too late.
***
He is a goner from their first meeting, leaning against the bedecked wall, grin growing as he watches her rip apart Rhysand's familiar monologue bemoaning the generous Christmas holidays he offers his workers (mostly under pressure from himself and Azriel).
She takes apart his brother's feeble justifications with the precision of a surgeon, irate expression contrasting beautifully with the festive and absolutely horrendous confection of lights and yarn she is wearing.
She is bewitching.
He waits, nursing his drink, quiet for once just watching, eager for a chance to introduce himself.
He is enthralled.
***
It takes three encounters to get her number and an embarrassingly sincere drunk confession to obtain a date.
Then in pieces, in the compounding fragments of the trust he earns, they become a pair.
Their relationship, his life's great love affair had always been loud. Screaming, fighting, laughing, fucking. Always wild, careless in their abandon, in their feckless behaviour as they jumped off the cliff, intertwined.
So why was Nesta's departure so quiet?
The muted rolling of a suitcase on carpet barely disturbing him from sleep, the ring left to catch morning light on the side table until he'd cops it on his way to work and rolls his eyes. Nesta is in a huff and he is indignant, ready to whinge to Azriel.
It's six months later, on their anniversary, that he sees Nesta's ending wasn't quiet.
He just wasn't listening.
***
It takes three days for him to realise she isn't coming back.
Convinced she'll return with the bang of a door, with sharp words he'll take and worse ones he'll offer in return, that after some makeup sex the ring will be home on her finger and he'll be thumbing through a wedding magazine before bed.
This misplaced confidence keeps him from calling. To let her cool off. Leads him to saunter to the apartment door Saturday morning only donning grey joggers. Wanting the upper hand, wanting to see Nesta flush so prettily and clench her jaw tightly, seeing right through his feeble tactics.
Gwyn and Emerie, stony faces and empty cardboard boxes in hand, become a live audience to the destruction of his world.
He stands stunned, head reeling as Nesta is removed from their apartment. He finds himself carrying out boxes of her books. All he wants is to take it all back, slam the door in their faces like a child because she can't just do this. But more importantly he needs to find Nesta. So a willing pack horse he becomes, trying to wheedle information from Gwyn.
His voice shaking, tears gathering, bile rising in his throat.
"Do you know where she is?"
A nod.
"Will you tell me please Gwyn?"
Her red curls shake, a strong refusal.
"I didn't realise she was being serious, I swear."
Gwyn stops in her tracks, head turning sharply to bestow a look that calls him an idiot in five languages.
***
When his house is emptied of anything that is her, anything he could not save, he returns to the ring still on the sidetable despite him begging Gwyn and Emerie to return it to Nesta.
It is the only time they look upon him with an ounce of pity which only makes it worse. Pity is for those who have lost. He cannot lose Nesta. There is not a universe he can fathom where he does not belong to her.
The ring he cradles in battered hands amidst shattered glass and splintered oak.
His blood an artful, awful, Pollackesque smattering over the mess.
Flimsy furnishings seeming a small casualty when his heart is now a necrotic organ burning in his chest.
The ring he picked,
with a white dress,
a honeymoon in Paris,
the rest of their life, in mind.
A silent killing blow.
***
One last blazing row the night before.
Cuts landing too deep this time.
The final fragment of a trust he'd once treasured sacredly, spent so terribly,
"Who the fuck could stand you Nesta when I can't?"
It makes his stomach turn with sickening guilt. He would stitch those words into his skin with wire rather than say them to her now.
He'd like to think he's a different man, maybe a better one, but that's up to her.
She's the only deity he wants to weigh his soul.
He'll come up wanting.
But maybe...
Maybe she'd look at him.
Face him.
Let him burn alive in the grey fire of her glare.
He would delight in his damnation to have her look at him once more.
***
Saturday is a haze. Rhys and Az try to coax him out to no avail. His pain is raw. Anger, frustration, desperation a tumour growing unchecked in his chest. The broken sidetable now had a broken vase, two pictures frames and three tumblers to match it.
She isn't answering his calls, vision blurry from tears and drink, the blue light of his phone is the only thing he can focus on in a world that is swimming. Her contact, Nes 🖤, a beacon a wavering light keeping him from going under.
She isn't answering his calls and so the voicemails begin.
"I have your ring. Sweetheart I'm not taking that back. It's yours. I'm yours... Nesta please just talk to me. I'm sorry about Wednesday night. Come back and we can talk."
Beep.
"What is this about Nes? We fight rough, always have baby. I'll do anything, say anything, get you anything you want just please Nes don't do this. We can get a fucking dog. I swear. We'll move to a different apartment. We can open a fucking dog hotel if that is what you want just.."
Beep.
"Tell me you're safe. Please. I'm going out of my mind here. I love you. More than anything."
Beep.
"Mor was right, you know you're such a fucking bitch sometimes. I'm trying to apologise when you left without a word. Fuck you sweetheart."
Beep.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. That came out wrong, I didn't mean it, just I..I'm beginning to think you're not coming back to me. This isn't goodbye Nes right? Right?"
Beep.
"Just punish me in person, I'll grovel for you Nes, you know that..........It's just a break. It's just a break. That's okay sweetheart you can have it all. Anything you want. Just talk to me first. Talk to me."
Beep.
"I love you. More than anyone else ever has, will or can. Just. If you're going to shred my heart. Do it in person. Do it in person and I'll walk away. Otherwise I'm going to fight you tooth and fucking nail love."
Beep.
The last voicemail a gauntlet thrown by a drunk fool. A sealing of their fate.
***
She arrives on Sunday. Suitable for it to be a holy day if this is his last visit from his god.
He is relieved to see her. Drunken promises of walking away temporarily forgotten. She had texted him an hour before to let him know she was on her way. Giving him time to put the house back in order, air out the smell of alcohol, sweat and despair. He's in his nicest jeans, hair tied in a low bun just how she likes. In the bedroom he has candles and rose petals, ready to worship her.
He wants to remind her she loves him, or she at least she did once.
Purple is painted in the hollows under her eyes, a slight tremor in her hand, greasy hair falling limply around her drawn face. She looks terrible and still the most stunning person he knows.
He's done this.
He'd rather Az pummel him in the ring than see her like this.The aching in his chest makes it hard to breathe. He's made a mistake forcing her hand.
She looks around, avoiding his gaze, eyebrows raising slightly at the very absent sidetable.
She'd been so happy when they found that at old flea market off Washington St. when they first moved in together. He should have thought of that before he left it in splinters.
"There was an accident. I fell, you know how clumsy I get Nes. The table never stood a chance."
Her eyes land on him, and now it's him that can't bear to look, hand rubbing on his neck nervously, focusing on his white socks.
The silence is choking him.
"It's okay. It's okay. We'll get one just like it. I'll check Ebay. I'll ask Amren, she prowls around all the good antique shops. I'll make a replica if I have to. Lucien knows an excellent carpenter. I can fix it Nes. I promise."
He can fix it. He can fix this.
He meets her gaze and wants to vomit.
She looking at him with care, tears running down her face, voice barely audible.
"Cassian. We can't be fixed."
He can't think, he can't breathe, the world is on its axis and she's going to leave. The distance between them has vanished, he's on his knees, soft carpet beneath them a luxury he does not deserve, burying his face in the cotton of her tshirt hands wrapped around her waist.
"No. Nes, no. You can't do that. You can't leave. I'm going to convince you to stay. That's why you're here. You want to stay. I love you. I love you. I love you. I can't be without you."
Pulling his hands from her waist she kneels beside him, caressing his face.
"I'm here to end it in person like you asked."
Her voice and his heart break simultaneously.
'I love you too Cassian. But love is not enough. I can't live like this anymore. On a pedastal at home while you ignore how I'm treated by your friends."
The words friends is spat out.
'You either worship me or we're fighting. So much fighting. Aren't you tired? I'm so tired Cassian. I need more. I need to be by myself for a while. I need someone who doesn't live at work. I need someone you're not Cas."
This is what hell feels like. He's being excommunicated for his sins. She's even doing it in person. His god, so cruel and alluring.
"I'm leaving now Cas. I'm moving away for a while. A clean break will be good for us. You'll thank me for doing this one day."
She let's out something that an alien might count as a laugh. Nervous and watery, choked and uncertain.
"I'll never thank you for this Nes."
She leaves.
He's still kneeling hours later her words a painful, unending echo in his mind.
***
He doesn't go out much now and drinking himself numb in this empty apartment is not who he is anymore.
He doesn't drink often but on their anniversary he let's himself drown in rum, in albums, in the box of her stuff he managed to keep after Gwyn and Emerie cleared house.
He cries into that stupid fucking Christmas jumper.
He sprays her bottle of perfume, letting the vanilla, blackberry, sage sink into the air, a ghostly embrace. Sitting amidst his shrine to her he allows himself to reflect.
Regret every overlooked sneer and snide comment. He doesn't see any of his friends, his brothers anymore. Nesta doesn't like them.
Rue every time he came home late, missed a date, was too tired to talk. He has a new job now, remote with flexible hours. It pays less but he still has his stocks and the nest egg he built breaking his back working for over a decade.
Rhys was frantic to keep him on. Bullshit talk about how he was spiralling, how she wasn't worth it. Punching that remark from his mouth, in front of the board, forced his termination quite effectively.
He has enough for Nesta to retire in the morning. He has enough to buy that fancy brie she likes, and handpainted books, and enough jewellery to fill a small store. He has enough to stay beside her so she won't have to miss him.
He's even bigger now, all his free time spent in the gym, ignoring how eating so much protein makes him feel. She always liked feeling safe in his arms.
He's read all her books. Found her goodreads and follows it like his gospel. Has watched every show, every podcast she consumed on their accounts. He'll share all her likes. He'll never fight her on anything.
Once he earns her forgiveness they can be happy again.
***
She's coming back to town next month. A flying visit apparently. He's going to change that.
His chance is coming to show her how much better is.
The type of man she needs. The type she'll never leave.
Azriel was never the one to indulge himself in the enigma that his brothers called "love". He felt that it was a waste of time, and instead of falling in love there were so many other things you could do.
You could fuck a different girl every weekend. Drink as much as you want without giving a fuck about your liver. You could probably kill yourself and absolutely no one would care.
Maybe the last part wasn't that appealing. Maybe it was what kept him up at night. That no one in this world truly loves him, not in the way he wanted anyways.
He had an amazing family. Though they were not connected by blood, they were connected in every way that mattered.
He was currently in his last year of residency. At the moment he was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about 'how it could have been if he too had found someone he loved.'
But he had found someone whom he loved, terribly and deeply.
He knew he had fallen in love with her the moment she gave him his first friendship bracelet. Knew that if he had not run way, they would still be together. They might even be engaged. If only he had stayed and worked hard enough towards their relationship when things got tough instead of destroying it completely so that no remnants of it remained.
But those remnants never erased themselves. Not now. Not 2 years later after breaking her heart so that she would never return to him and live her own life happily.
But he knew that was not what he desired. It was just the whiskey in his blood speaking. He was not an alcoholic persay. Neither did he like to cry or punch walls to express his emotions. He simply needed an outlet every once in a while and found that whiskey was his gateway to heaven.
He knew he shouldn't have drunk so much and that he'd regret it in his family lunch tomorrow. The lunch at which Cassian would announce his engagement to Nesta officially. He'd regret it when he won't be able to fake his way through his day because he just didn't have the energy.
Aside from the times he was drunk, Azriel never regretted his decisions. His decision to focus on himself and his education because he believed that a relationship was not more important than his degree.
But what if it was?
What if she was the key to making him happy? Of giving him that happiness of simply being in her presence, something he hadn't felt at all in the past few years.
Azriel shook his head and got up from his bed. He immediately regretted his decision of getting up too fast as the world around him rotated. He reminded himself that he had graduated at the top of his class, he was an emergency surgeon in the Columbia University Medical Centre, and he worked damn hard for it too.
What if she's there too? A part of his mind whispered.
The thought of seeing Gwyn there brought a smile to his face, even when he didn't like it. He knew that she had only become more intelligent, smart, kind, beautiful.
Stop it. He reminded himself.
He didn't need anyone in his life. He was perfectly content. Working all day long so that he'd be so tired till night came, that he wouldn't have the energy to think about anything else.
Especially not her.
So Azriel went to the washroom and washed his face. He took of all his clothes and went to sleep, dreaming about the only woman who managed to plague his mind.
....
"Azriel," someone shook him.
"Azriel," someone said again.
"AZRIEL," someone threw him on the floor.
Azriel got up with a groan and his head pounding. He blinked against the bright light of his room and saw a figure standing in the middle of it.
"Cassian?" He asked, trying to cover his eyes.
"Rise and Shine sunshine because WE'RE ALREADY LATE TO MY ENGAGEMENT LUNCH AND YOU STILL AREN'T READY!" Cassian said throwing Azriel's suit at him
Engagement? Cassian? Wait what day was it.
oh. fuck.
Azriel immediately started wearing his 2 piece suit and Cassian tied his tie, all the while telling him in a hundred different ways of how Nesta would have him by his balls if they were even a second late.
They got in the car and Cassian started driving away before muttering another word.
finally some silence.
"Are you drunk?" the dipshit spoke again.
just one moment of silence. that's all I need. maybe i'll answer him and he won't ask me anything again.
"no. I'm hungover, there's a difference, " he replied.
there was a beat of silence before cassian spoke again, "Is it because of her?" a small grin on his face.
yes.
"No." Azriel replied, pronouncing each syllable.
They arrived to their destination in 30 minutes, with exactly one minute to spare.
After greeting everyone, Azriel thought he'd finally find some solace, as he took his seat besides emerie, giving her a small smile.
But the smile she returned was nothing sort of amused. She then looked somewhere else and Azriel followed her gaze to his ex currently sitting in front of him conversing with the girl because of whom they broke up.
