#gwynrielweeks2024

[foreverinelysian]

Another @gwynrielweeksofficial sneak peak! @trashforazriel and I commissioned this absolute stunner from the amazing @catheccino! The full piece will be posted during the event!

[gwynrielweeksofficial]

Our Valkyrie and Shadowsinger sharing a perfect kiss (or almost kiss) by the talented @crisolcrowling💋

[lady-embers]

Sexy Gwynriel Headcanon

I figured I'd write this for you all enjoy ahead of Gwynriel Week. I hope you enjoy it! 😉

Azriel is on his knees before Gwyn (the only woman he will ever get on his knees for) as she's loosely tied up to the headboard with the ribbon and shadows.

He leans in to bring her pleasure with his mouth as his hands reach up to fondle her breasts.

She feels safe, despite being tied down, because with the scars on his hands it reminds her it's Azriel who is the one wringing the pleasure from her.

She also knows she can break free at anytime as the shadows move to softly caress her body and Azriel continue his exquisite, pleasurable torture.

He whispers "Good Girl" as she comes apart beneath him and moans with absolute pleasure at the taste of her.

He then slides up the bed to untie the ribbon and wrap her in his arms. She softly drifts to sleep as he sings a song to her. He looks down and smiles at the peaceful look on her face and drifts off to sleep himself with contentment and love settling inside of him with his arms wrapped around Gwyn. 💖

Artist: Hmmr.art over on IG!

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 1 - Firsts

✨ Happy Gwynriel Weeks 2024 ✨

Synopsis: Gwyn musters up the courage to kiss the Shadowsinger.

Word Count: 1k

Read on Ao3

“I think the ending of the story could have been better…” Azriel explained.

“I see,” came out of Gwyn’s lips in response though her mind was thinking Do it.

“…but the characters are great,” he continued.

“Mhmm.”

Do it. I can’t. But I want to, her mind persisted.

Azriel kept giving his opinion about the book Gwyn had asked him to read a few days ago so they could discuss it together, like they always did with every material that one recommended to the other. It was one of her favourite romance novels that she would recommend to anyone who was fond of the genre, or Spymasters who read romance only because their friends forced them to. But right now, Azriel could have been criticising it or ripping it to shreds that Gwyn would not have noticed.

“The main character is as stubborn as you. She is my favourite,” he said, the corners of his lips tugging into a smile. “I’d say my favourite parts are…”

Oh that smile. I want to taste it. I need to. Do it.

From the moment Azriel had started talking about that book, it had reminded Gwyn of all the time when she had read it too and had replaced the face of the love interest of the main character with that of Azriel. Hearing him talk of hand touches and secret rendezvous and stolen kisses was sending her mind into places she didn’t think he would be willing to follow. Gwyn had never been kissed before. And Mother above she wanted to know, for once in her life, what all the fuss was about. She wanted to know whether whatever fluttered inside her when she was near him would stop if she kissed him or whether the simple urge to kiss him would cease once she did it. She wondered if her eyes would finally stop being drawn to his lips.

If Azriel had not been looking at the novel that he was currently flipping through, he would have noticed that Gwyn was only half listening to what he was saying and that her gaze was glued onto his moving lips. He did, however, seem to notice that she was now much closer to him on the sofa than she was when they had sat down here some time ago.

“Berdara?” he asked as soon as he turned to look at her, and noticed that the blush on her cheeks was much too intense to be justified by the temperature of the room, since the open window of the private library had led the space to become quite chilly thanks to the cold breeze coming in.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

“Are you alright?” he asked, no doubt concerned by her silence as much as the strange look on her face.

Just do it once and forget about it, she thought. Do it. Do it. Do it.

Gwyn closed the little distance left between their bodies by gliding closer to him until her leg touched his. Gathering every ounce of courage she had built up to this point and telling herself that she would atone for her stupidity later, she placed a hand on his face and pressed her lips against his before he could finish saying her name.

The moment Gwyn felt how soft and perfect his lips were, she realised the terrible mistake that she was making. Her heartbeat increased, a sudden heat crept up her face and body as she slowly moved her lips against his. She was wrong. So very wrong. How could she think that one kiss would be enough? Who was she kidding? Why hadn’t she thought of the possibility that a single kiss would leave her wanting more, even as she still had her lips sealed to his?

She needed to stop before he pushed her away and asked what the hell was going on with her - why her hands were caressing his neck, why she was so close to him that her breasts were now pressed tight against his chest, why she wanted to jump on him, wrap her legs around his waist and beg him to deepen the kiss and teach her everything there was to know about pleasure. Those smutty novels must have turned her brain to mush. Perhaps she should take a break from them. Or perhaps she should read more to fill in the bigger gap that was forming between her need for him and actual reality.

Convinced that the hand he had brought to her waist was a request to stop, Gwyn pulled away, her eyes opening but staring down at her hands where she had placed them on her lap. Her internal monologue might have made it seem like the kiss had lasted for hours but it had only really been a few seconds. Maybe the memory of those few seconds would haunt her until the end of her days and the embarrassment would be her punishment.

When she looked up at Azriel, she found him staring back at her. His eyes were open wide, his mouth slightly parted and he seemed as though all coherent thoughts had been sucked from his beautiful head. Gwyn cleared her throat and stood up abruptly.

“I’m going to leave now before I lose my last shred of courage,” she said with as much firmness in her voice as she could muster.

With that, she turned on her heels and made her way to the door, leaving a dumbfounded Azriel behind. Her hand was already on the knob when a loud, “WAIT,” made her stop.

When she turned around, the sound of Azriel’s rushed footsteps had already stopped and he stood before her. Gwyn didn’t have the time to take a full breath in before he wrapped a hand around her waist, grabbed her face with his other hand and kissed her.

[shadowsxgwynriel]

Azriel’s Camera Roll 📸

@gwynrielweeksofficial - Free Day

This was such a fun event! I wish that I could have participated more, but I LOVED seeing all of the wonderful art pieces and amazing fics that were written. Thank you to all of the artists, writers, & commissioners out there 🩵

[amandapearls]

𝑮𝒘𝒚𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑾𝒆𝒆𝒌: 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔

So thrilled that me and my friend @separatist-apologist were able to commission this enchanting Gwynriel art!

@amarnouille did such an amazing job of drawing Azriel and Gwyn! I love all the details on Azriel’s tunic and Gwyn’s dress!

Just absolutely lovely!

Link to Instagram post

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Characters belong to Sarah J Maas

[azrielover]

my contribution to @gwynrielweeksofficial 😘

which like most of my art is not rendered ✋🏼😭 but they are both such icons it would be a crime not to post anything on them

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gwynrielweeks2024 - @gwynrielweeksofficial - day 10 | theories

Azriel’s shadows already know Gwyn is his mate and are trying to set them up (or simply get Az to spend more time around Gwyn so the shadows themselves can be around her 😌).