"Fuck!"
The shout echoed down the hallway, bouncing off the ceiling, and had Nesta and Cassian halting on the way to their chambers in the House of Wind. They eyed each other, both her blue and his hazel filled with suspicion.
"Az, you're doing it wrong."
"I know what I'm doing, Berdara."
"Oh, really? You're putting the D in the C when you're supposed to put the D in the A!"
Cassian choked on a laugh. Nesta quickly covered his mouth, putting a finger over her own as she pressed an ear against the Shadowsinger's door.
"For the last time, the D doesn't fit in the A! It's too tight!" Azriel said, and Nesta could feel Cassian's chest moving with his muffled laughter against her back as he loomed over her to join her in eavesdropping.
Gwyn groaned. "Cauldron, can't you just squeeze it in?"
A single snort escaped before Nesta could catch it by covering her mouth.
"Gwyn, I'm telling you, it's too tight! If I push too much, it'll snap!"
"It's literally designed to fit! Bang it in! Make it work!"
There was a distinctive creaking followed by a masculine grunt. Then another.
Thud! Thud! Both rhythmic and telling.
Nesta peered up at her mate, who was staring down at her, amusement lighting his gaze.
We should leave them be, she mouthed up at him. He nodded and when they were peeling themselves away from the door, they heard Gwyn yell, "Harder!"
Thud! Thud!
"Just one more good whack, Azriel! Almost there…"
Thud! Azriel grunted and growled...
"Perfect," Gwyn panted out her praise. "Now, was that so hard? And you didn't break it."
Cassian could not hold in his snorting guffaw at that. Nesta smacked him on the shoulder. The noise, both voice and exertion alike, went totally silent.
Love-tapping an apologetic Cassian in the arm again, Nesta cleared her throat and knocked on the door.
"What?" Azriel asked—no, demanded—through the thick wood, his voice full of an annoyance that he usually only had with his brothers.
"You both all right in there? We heard shouts and—"
With a high-pitched squeal, Gwyn interrupted Nesta. "We're fine! You can go now!"
"You're sure? We heard a lot of racket coming from—"
The door cracked open enough to reveal a shirtless Azriel glistening with sweat, with his arm propped up at the jamb to allow Gwyn to peek through. An equally sweaty and flushed Gwyn. Wearing a rumpled soft cotton shirt and leggings, her copper ponytail was half undone, as if she'd spent half a day flying high over Velaris.
Nesta smiled softly. She wasn't sure what was going on with them—if they'd gotten their shit together and stopped pretending they weren't perfect for each other—but she was happy for them.
Gwyn brought out a side of Azriel rarely seen. A teasing playfulness that had only been reserved for a select few. He laughed now—a lot. And it seemed her friend Gwyneth Berdara had been making it a personal mission, a daily quota, to pull as many smiles and laughs as she could.
Azriel pushed Gwyn in the best possible way. Their equally competitive asses always found something to bet on. And not once had Gwyn backed down, accepting everything he threw at her. Once when Nesta had asked Gwyn about Azriel and their relationship, she merely said, We're just friends, Nesta. Really good friends. He makes me feel safe.
Nesta had taken that moment to offer her observation. I see the way you two look at each other, Gwyn. It's more than friends. You two are just too scared to admit it.
In her typical unruffled Gwyn fashion, she'd brushed Nesta off.
But now, staring at her two friends, sweat-dappled and red with exertion, she wondered if they had finally taken a new step.
"There. Proof of life," Azriel grumbled. "Satisfied?"
Nesta's smile curled up on one side. "For now." Turning her attention to the redhead tucked beneath the Shadowsinger's powerful arm, she asked, "We were concerned with all the yelling. What were you up to?"
"We were building bookshelves," her friend returned a little too quickly.
"Building bookshelves? Is that what you are calling it these days?"
"Good for you, Az," Cassian chimed in. "Nes and I built a whole damn library last night, too."
Azriel's forehead made a thud as it met the door.
Nesta turned and punched Cassian in the shoulder at the same time as Gwyn.
"Fuck that hurts! But nice form," the giant Illyrian baby said as he rubbed his arm.
Gwyn's sweet face tilted up to Azriel's and dipped in the barest nod. With a sigh, he moved aside and swung an arm toward the inside of his personal space.
Chaos.
Absolute chaos.
A mess.
Papers and boxes and tools were strewn about. Piles and piles of books. And behind it?
Two tall bookcases; one empty and one now full. And Nesta couldn't help but notice the titles were mostly…romance and adventures.
Some of Gwyn's absolute favorites.
"Gwyn likes to read in here," Azriel explained, clutching his neck at the nape.
"I just like your chair."
His lips twitched. "So, I wanted her to be able to come in here to read whenever she wants without having to lug up her favorite books every time." He featured with disdain to the bookshelves. "I had to buy those from a store and put them together. I'd rather have made them from scratch, but with the missions—"
Gwyn's hand took his, lacing them together. She squeezed. "It's perfect, Shadowsinger."
He offered a small smile and Nesta swore Azriel was blushing as he said, "You deserve more than labeled pieces of cheap wood, Berdara. I promise I'll build you something nicer."
And Nesta watched as Gwyn bounded over the debris to show off her present, Azriel right there to make sure she didn't impale herself on any tools. The shadows swathing around them, serene and lingering, as if they too could see the change before them.
Cassian took Nesta's hand as they relished in their dear friends' happiness and excitement.
Yes, those two were indeed building something.
When you think too deeply about silly haha ghost mystery drama show and remember it’s literally a story about children that died. Kids, some of which weren’t even old enough to have a driver’s license, who didn’t even get to graduate yet, that died traumatically or were brutally murdered and now have to spend the rest of eternity haunting the halls of the school they never got to leave, watching generations of other kids get to grow up when they’ll never get to. They were only high schoolers, man 😭
You know what? I want Valkyrie shenanigans. Give me Nesta, Emerie, and Gwyn debating if - no, not it - how long it would take to suffocate a man with their legs. Straight up, manslaughter by the power of thighs, and spite alone.
Nesta is out of the running because Cassian distracts her too much. Emerie obviously would rather do something else with someone else. Gwyn is too competitive to let this go and she is a woman of science - she needs to know.
Cassian snorts and tells her “good luck” - not quite picking up the chaotic determination she has. Enter Azriel, who agrees to be her sparing partner, and when she asks if she can try a new move, for curiosity sake, he allows it. He does not know what he is signing up for and his shadow didn’t snitch on their favorite girl.
She’s pulling some Natasha Romanoff shit.
Em and Nes find them in a very suggestive position but Gwyn is gleeful to have Azriel’s head locked between her legs, and she’s so close to literally sitting on is face, and she’s squealing. “ONE MINUTE AND THIRTY-SIX SECONDS! THIRTY-SEVEN! THIRTY-EIGHT…”
He’s NOT tapping out - he’s not going to admit defeat - but he’s turning blue and he’s slapping her knee as he’s biting back whatever he wants to say.
Cassian is standing behind them, shell shocked. Of ways to go, Azriel, is this really it, you kinky son-of-a-bitch?! Gwyn is so delighted to have this man on the brink of death - and Azriel is too stubborn to admit it.
He’s literally flapping around like a fish out of water. He’s struggling and she’s not letting up. At this point, Emerie and Nes are blockading Cassian who’s pretty sure Azriel is too dumb to admit he’s out breath. The Valkyries want to see this through.
Gwyn’s weakness? Tickling - and she’s screaming as he found her weak spot. She tumbling off him, crying in laughter, and he gasping for air, blue in the face. He’s glaring at the audience and basically same energy as this.
Okay so I’ve had the Gwynriel head canon for a while and I need to share it.
Imagine it’s “Family Dinner” for the IC and gang and they’re down at the River House
I mean everyone is there, including Lucien and Varian
(for the sake of the story and the fact that I’m a huge Elain/Lucien shipper let’s say they are together at this point)
They’re all eating and all of a sudden Feyre turns to Azriel
She then says “Hey Azriel, there is this girl in my art class”
(at this point the rest of the table shuts up real quick)
She then, with the help of Rhys, tells him all about this girl who they think is just perfect for him
But what no one at the table knows is that he’s been seeing Gwyn for almost a year (they swear they didn’t mean to make it a secret, it just kinda happened)
And Azriel has to tell them “she sounds great but I’m actually already seeing someone”
Dead silence
Then the room ERUPTS
(Let’s remember, Azriel only had feelings for Mor for 500 years, then another women who was unavailable. And this friend group also has absolutely no concept of privacy, so this would be big news.)
Cassian and Rhys are trying to be calm but they are effectively losing their minds
Mor is just grinning and hammering him with questions
As is Feyre
He eventually agrees to bring her to Family Dinner™️ the next time they all get together
So the next day he tells Gwyn
She is understandably very nervous, but excited to officially meet everyone
(Of course she already knows Nesta and Cassian, and she’s met Mor a few times. She met the rest of his family very briefly at Nesta and Cassian’s mating ceremony but that’s it.)
She then insists they have to go shopping so she can find something to wear, since all she has is her priestess robes and training leathers, she also has that dress she wore to Nesta’s mating ceremony but she’s meeting her partner’s family, it’s a special occasion
And it’s not like she can go with Nesta or Emerie without raising alarm bells
So Azriel goes with her
And she has to look perfect, she insists she can’t overdress and she certainly can’t underdress, not when she’ll be dining with the High Lord, High Lady, and the Morrigan
So she eventually finds this dress that she thinks is just perfect
She tries it on and shows Azriel and he is blown away
“You look so beautiful Gwyn”
He says a bunch of other cute shit
Needless to say she buys it and heads back to the House of Wind with Azriel
The day of the dinner, Gwyn is surprisingly calm
Azriel on the other hand is freaking out
I mean he is so nervous
He knows he is in love with Gwyn, the way he feels about her doesn’t even come close to how he felt about Mor or Elain
And she’s about to meet his family
When they get to the River House, they’re the last to arrive
They stand outside together for a moment, Gwyn can tell he’s nervous
She comforts him somehow idk
They walk in, hand-in-hand and are greeted by a grinning Rhys and Cassian standing in the entry way (á la Cassian and Azriel meeting Feyre in ACOMAF)
And Cassian busts out laughing
Rhys just stares, eyes wide
Once Cassian recovers, he says “Oh Nesta is gonna be so pissed I found out before she did”
Rhys, ever the gentleman, steps forward and shakes Gwyn’s hand, introducing himself
They chat for a few minutes before heading into the living room, where everyone else is
Nesta is the first to see them
She looks right at Gwyn and says “oh you bitch”
After somewhat awkwardly introducing Gwyn to everyone, they all sit down for dinner
The group grills Gwyn with questions
They chill out after Gwyn says something that has Azriel burst out laughing
Long story short they all end up loving her and are very happy for the couple
And if they notice his shadows are more lively around her, they don’t say anything
I have so many Gwynriel headcanons so let me know if anyone wants more
I honestly feel like nobody in lotr mentions how fucking weird Legolas is. He stays up pacing the floor and singing to himself in the dead of night. He deadass stares straight into the tree line in the absolute pitch black when no one else can see anything. He yells goodbye to a river he has heard about in songs. He's so strange and not one character mentions it AT ALL. I absolutely love him.
In an interview in 2015 SJM said that Lucien liked to be irritating and I started to imagine him with the brothers, he must irritate them a lot, I can only imagine in that scene that he gave Feyre something to eat and then laughed at her.
Lucien was absolutely the most annoying child EVER to his himbo brothers. Picture it:
Six* brawny brothers who like to fight, fuck, and cause problems on purpose
*More like five and a half, since Eris is smart and has layers and whatnot
ANYWAYS.
Along comes Lucien, who is a tiny little nerd who asks a bunch of questions and who is very clearly Not Like the Others™️ and you get these brothers who are constantly annoyed.
Honestly picture Beron like the Burger King and all of his sons like ginger Gastons who have no tolerance for this child who cites chapters and verses during regular dinner conversation and probably speaks like six languages and who never seems to get sunburned.
When I waited in anticipation, for two years, for Season 2 of The Bad Batch, never for one moment did I think it would result in my partner chanting ‘Let Tech fuck!’ whilst eating breakfast.
Anakin requests hard copies of his casualty reports after every campaign. Rex hand-delivers them and watches the General disappear into his quarters - it will take him 20-30 minutes before he’s ready to transmit anything to the council or senate. For two years, Rex doesn’t think much of the little routine.
Then the Resolute is ambushed during Skywalker’s prep time. The General bursts out of his quarters and asks Rex to finish up the transmission while he joins the dogfight outside.
On his desk, the casualty report. Beside each CT number on the list, in bunched, angular handwriting, is each clone’s name. This is the sheet going straight to the senate - perhaps the only legal document on which their actual names would ever be found. Skywalker immortalizing them in the only way he can.
Rex completes the list in his own sharp scrawl. It sends successfully, and he and the General never discuss it. But when he can, Rex hangs in the hall outside Skywalker’s quarters after delivering the reports, guarding the sacred space. It’s never lost on him - this may be the closest thing to a funeral the fallen 501st will get.
I forgot it’s February. February is the most terrible month. That is why I have this image.
That said, at this point, I should probably just post a SURVIVE [MONTH] every month.
Imagine just how popular the members of the Fellowship would be in Gondor and Rohan after the War of the Ring. They’re the heroes who saved the world, and the common folks look up at them in awe.
A few years after the end of the war, Legolas is visiting Minas Tirith when he hears a woman call his name. He turns around, surprised, only to see this stranger calling after a toddler running away from her. “Legolas, come back to mama!” she calls, over and over. There’s a baby on her hip who start crying, and she gently shushes her little Pippin. Legolas walks away, feeling wistful and wondering.
In Rohan, Éomer hears one of his men proudly announce the birth of his first child, a little boy named Merry; he smiles and congratulates the young father, making a mental note to write to Merry Brandybuck.
Gimli becomes a very popular name for little girls in Gondor, and this sends Aragorn and Legolas into hysterical fits of laughter. Gimli is unbearably proud of this fact.
Samwise and Frodo, too, become popular children names, no matter the gender, and especially amongst lower class folks. When Sam hears of the news, he turns red and sputtering.
Two decades or so after the war, Faramir almost has a heart attack when one of the new recruits of the guard of Ithilien almost sheepishly introduces himself as Boromir.
I've said it once and I'll say it again, I HATE Amren with a passion and after acosf I'd be happy for her to leave on a permanent basis.
I honestly think Amren has alterior motives regarding the Night Court considering how much she was pushing Rhys on the idea of being High King....like what? He's just tied his fate to his Mate's and you want him to literally risk it all for power???
I see you, you little Asteri traitor 👀
Just a ton of fandom things Star Wars, ACOTAR, HP, Marauders, LOTR, anything I might be into at the moment
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