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    Gwyn has had enough of people telling her when she is allowed to be ready for sex. Her past does not define her and consensual sex can be as healing an experience as any sort of therapy if shared with an understanding partner and an open mindset to sex.

    WARNING: Gwyn mentions past SA in her rant and the fic includes some words that may be triggering, such as one use of the word r**e, but no descriptions of violence. All acts described are consensual, enthusiastic, and rewarding. Gwyn is not triggered in this fic.

    This fic is dedicated to @the-bookish-valkyrie's amazing NSFW art commission of Gwynriel on Tumblr and Instagram (@the_valkyries_trove).

    Thank you to @headcanonheadcase for the beta!

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    04 Nov 2024

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    “Who’s Berdara with?”

    Azriel channeled his centuries as Spymaster into keeping his voice level, disinterested.

    “Oh, you haven’t heard?” Nesta snickered, sharing a grin with Emerie. “Gwyneth has been experimenting, working through her trauma and getting comfortable with… you know.” She winked and Azriel forced his face to stay neutral.

    Inside he burned. The warmth in his chest that connected him to Gwyn, had connected him to her since it snapped into place when he pulled her from the desecrated remains of her temple, was an inferno. Azriel watched the unknown male’s hand slide further down his mate’s back as they left Rita’s. He drained his glass and pulled his shadows close before they could betray his feelings, and forced his lips to smirk.

    “Good for her.”

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    15 Jul 2024

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    "In her mind, she knew those very hands could be capable of wielding gentle pleasure, just as they wielded the sharp edge of a blade. Masterful and to a rare skill of something altogether Godly."

    Gwyn was spiralling.
    So fast and hard she barely could keep her grip on the world she had clawed up Ramiel for.

    Azriel was burning.
    So fierce and wild, he couldn’t help the long-forged walls that he had built going ablaze.

    Some scars, no matter how different, look the same in the dark.

    What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object, both spinning and flaming to the depths of the past? What happens when hidden scars are revealed, and we step into the shadows of our hearts?

    Set post ACOSF, a Gwynriel story.

    Completed 26/02/23

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    13 Jul 2024

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    Like a cloak of heat and flame, the power of the Autumn Court settled on his shoulders. The air crackled and sparked as the very foundations of the Forest House trembled beneath the blood-spattered boots of its new High Lord.

    Eris Vanserra opened his eyes, expecting the world to be shrouded in flame. Instead, he saw the shadowsinger standing near the foot of the dais, wreathed in wisps of darkness. The Illyrian's green-bronze eyes glinted with curiosity and caution and flecks of burnished gold.

    There was only gold. A golden thread spooled out of his chest towards the winged male. The one who'd been his sworn enemy for over five-hundred years. Rhysand's spymaster. The feared shadowsinger. Azriel. His... mate.

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    28 Jun 2024

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    Gwyn’s eyes didn’t leave Azriel’s as she asked in a shaky voice, “What’s happened to him, Rhys?”
    She was on a first name basis with both of his brothers? She must be someone special to Azriel, but his mate? His Cauldron-divine partner?
    “He’s… It seems that when Azriel came into contact with the artifact he lost some of his memories,” Rhys said, his tone dire.
    That penetrating teal gaze remained on Azriel, though all traces of sorrow and relief vanished from her face. “Which memories?”
    Rhys pursed his lips and Gwyn’s gaze grew distant. They were mind-speaking, Azriel realized.
    The slender column of his mate’s throat bobbed. “Get Madja. Now.”
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    When Azriel comes in contact with an artifact that steals his most precious memories, Gwyn and Rhysand work together to uncover what he's forgotten. A Gwynriel Anthology with an overarching subplot with weekly updates on Ao3 and Wattpad. Teasers available on my TikTok/IG @ readthesefics as well as my tumblr @ Daevastanner

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    27 Jun 2024

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