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Happy late Christmas, readers. 

Please enjoy this commision I had made as a new cover art for my story Call Me Home, A Gwynriel Story. You can read it here on: ao3, wattpad, and ffn 

The story is still unfolding and I post regularly on Mondays and Fridays. 

Art by the lovely, the wonderful, the incredible @cosmikla on instagram. They are a wonder. 

Hi all. I'm finally back (sorta) with that story I promised months ago. Life got hard folks. It still is but I still love this fanfic idea so here it is. I haven't written many chapters but it is plotted. We will see how often I can post, but I can't make many promises.

Header photo is by the lovely, @cosmikla. I commissioned it back in March and knew it would be a damn shame if I never wrote the story to go with it.

You can read the first chapter on ao3 and wattpad

But first have the teaser:

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Twas’ the night of Starfall and everyone gathered round. Not a frown or a scowl or a tear to be found. 

The Inner Circle stood close, admiring the sky, waiting for the souls to fly right by. 

As they started to fall the gang looked on in awe, then confusion as one stuck out to them all. The star was hurtling fast and as it neared closer, it was clear it wouldn't pass. 

Quickly they moved out of the way, for its path was destructive and clear as day. 

In the rubble and smoke sat a large stone. Glowing softly all alone. 

Rhys approached first, with Feyre in tow, the rest watched on. What was it? They didn't know. 

The stone held runes too old to read. They called over Amren who looked on with greed. 

Waiting impatiently for her to respond 

Eventually she announced: "It's a riddle from beyond." 

A look of worry passed between the Lord and Lady. They squeezed each other's hand before telling Amren they were ready. 

~*~*~*~* 

Three rights made a left then 

Three Fae came along, you get 

Three chances to make right

What they did wrong. 

Three brothers cut ties that 

Three sisters will sew, you have 

Three chances to fix 

What they still owe. 

Three stones are the key to fix

Three mistakes

Three sisters now go

You have no time to waste. 

~*~*~*~* 

Tagging: @vikingmagic33, @trashforazriel, @buttoncup, @shisingh, @sydney-fae25, @hlizr50 , @ravenhart2016 , @meher-sumedha , @itwasalwaysaboutthetea ​

Yes I did.

Do I like what I have written?

Eh.

Stay tuned, but like. It's gonna take a bit.

(No nothing bad happened that "forced" us to move lol we just decided it was time for a change.)

I'm sorry I've been so incredibly absent. I haven't had any time to read let alone write recently. But I'm hoping in a few weeks I'll be settled in enough to have the creative juices to do so.

So long, farewell, to you, my friends Goodbye for now, until we meet again I said so long, farewell, to you, my friends Goodbye for now, until we meet again. 

Its a short epilogue but one I wanted to write. I hope you like it. At the end of this chapter is a teaser for my next fic. I hope you all come back for that one. 

(Source: Kristin Coffin Jewlery)

Tagging: @vikingmagic33, @trashforazriel, @meher-sumedha, @hlizr50 @shisingh, @ravenhart2016, @buttoncup, @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @sydney-fae25

Here is your chapter preview: 

He sat awkwardly on the balcony and fidgeted. 

He never fidgeted. 

He wrung his hands together to try and keep them out of his hair. Az knew that if he succumbed to the urge not only would the hair Gwyn had worked so hard on be ruined, but he was likely to pull out a few strands as well. 

Azriel eyed the two glasses of whiskey he had set out next to him. Four fingers for him, and four for his guest. 

They were going to need it. 

Why did I decide to stick to traditions? He argued with himself. Honestly, Gwyn was going to kill him when she found out about this. But he didn’t want to skip any steps. He had finally found her. His mate, his whole heart. Azriel wanted to do this right. 

Even if that meant stepping out of his comfort zone. 

Fuck, I’m leaping out of it at this point. 

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Farewell my friends. I’ll see you all again soon. 

“In our history, across our great divide There is a glorious sunrise Dappled with the flickers of light From the dress I wore at midnight, leave it all behind Oh, leave it all behind Leave it all behind And there is happiness.”

-Taylor Swift, Happiness

This song doesn’t particularly pertain to the themes of this chapter, but its what popped in mind after I wrote the last words and titled this chapter. It felt... fitting.

This is the end, folks. Next chapter is the Epilogue. 

Tagging: @vikingmagic33, @trashforazriel, @buttoncup, @shisingh, @sydney-fae25, @hlizr50, @ravenhart2016, @meher-sumedha, @itwasalwaysaboutthetea​

Here is your Chapter 53 Preview:  Gwyn POV

“Have you thought that maybe I just don’t want to leave this room? In here there is no work, no stress, no annoying brothers interrupting us…” 

“Are you forgetting Rhysand’s mental cock-block so soon?” 

“The point…” He emphasized and took her hands in his. “Is that as soon as we step over the threshold we will be bombarded by everyone in our nosy family. Sue me for wanting a few more stolen moments alone with my mate before we are thrown to the lions.”

 "Aww Nesta will be so flattered to hear your new nickname for her." Azriel rolled his eyes and tried to pull his hands from hers.

She tightened her grip on him. "I know, Azriel. I'm reluctant to leave too. But I think there is something you've forgotten about today." He looked at her questioningly, but stayed quiet.

But Friday's is the epilogue...

That makes today's the last one.

I just finished it, it's something like 4.5k words, I wi edit and post in a bit.

But I am a bit ball of emotion. This is the most effort I have put into any project, ever. I've spent the last 6 months of my life writing this. It's the project that got me back into writing and it has proved that I can accomplish a novel if I put my mind to it.

Its finally here, the Gwynriel sex scene is finally here. So NSFW obvi

Tagging: @vikingmagic33, @meher-sumedha, @itwasalwaysaboutthetea, @shisingh @ravenhart2016, @hlizr50, @sydney-fae25 @buttoncup @trashforazriel​

Here is your chapter preview: 

Chapter 52: Welcome Home

Azriel POV

"It's not your fault, shadowsinger." Gwyn poked her head up, straining her neck to look at him. "It's my fault for being too attractive apparently." 

Azriel couldn't laugh at her joke. She almost had to relive her worst experience tonight. If he hadn't gotten there in time…

"I can see the guilt gears turning in your head, baby. I'm fine, well… apart from my ankle." 

Alarmed, he pulled back from her. "You're hurt? Why didn't you tell me? I never would have, dammit Gwyn!" He tossed the covers back to inspect her ankles. Sure enough there were five small puncture marks, already scabbed over due to her fast healing. 

But it was still there, she was hurt, it might scar. 

The bastard had laid his hands on his mate. 

"Is that a promise?"

Chapter 51 is finally here and SURPRISE, its a long one and I still didn’t fit in all I needed to in this chapter so you all get one extra chapter than I planned. Hoorary! lol 

Tagging the lovely (and sometimes imapatient ;) jk): @trashforazriel, @vikingmagic33, @ravenhart2016 @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @buttoncup @hlizr50 @shisingh @meher-sumedha @sydney-fae25​

Here is your preview: 

WARNING: This chapter is super NSFW and TW for mention of SA

Gwyn POV

Gwyn had watched Azriel fly away toward trouble. Beron had a lot of nerve, showing up after his spies failed their kidnapping mission. Surely he knew of their defeat by now. The likelihood that they had eliminated all of his spies in the Spring Court was low. Someone must have gotten word of their deaths to the Forest House. 

She tried not to dwell on the fact Azriel just left her to fly into danger, along with the rest of her friends and family. As she readied herself for the events to come, she repeated a prayer for all of them. In better circumstances she would have been glad for a moment by herself. Her nerves were getting to her. She had taken the time to take down her hair and change into her best pair of lingerie.

Okay, my only pair of lingerie. She corrected herself. 

Gwyn had blushed deeply when Elain and Maude cornered her in the shop with a set the same shade and material as her dress. She had tried it on in the dressing room and didn’t let either see despite their whining and protesting. They were at least proud of her when she agreed to take it. 

The young woman in the mirror looked confident. Long auburn hair had been released from its confines and flowed over her shoulders and grazed her breasts. Timidly she ran her open palms over her body and across the silk of her undergarments.

She felt beautiful. It was a new experience, feeling confident in her body and knowing that her mate would fall to his knees when he saw her. Gwyn planned to make him stay there for a bit too. 

I may have begged first, but I’ll be sure to make him work for his release. 

Chapter 50 is here, and brace yourselves... its a wild ride. 

Tagging these wonderful and amazing people: @vikingmagic33 @trashforazriel @hlizr50 @itwasalwaysaboutthetea @buttoncup @meher-sumedha @ravenhart2016 @shisingh @sydney-fae25​

Here is your Chapter 50 preview, hard to pick a snippet without any spoilers. 

Azriel POV

"Whatever you want my mate, I'll give it to you." He told her. He meant it too, he would give her anything her heart desired. 

"All I want is you." She whispered back. Her hands wrapped around his neck. 

"All I want is you."  The wound in his soul started to mend. I'm wanted, I'm loved. 

I'm not alone anymore. 

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