shadowriel

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Everything We Could Ever Be — multi-chapter (6/6; 13k words)

Parallel universes, winter solstice, soulmates

On the eve of Winter Solstice, magic is in the air (not that Gwyn entirely believes in it). From kisses with Azriel to sips of mulled wine, everything changes when Gwyn finds herself in the last place she would have ever expected.

The Darkest Remnants of a Soul — one shot (1.8k words)

Hurt/comfort, angst, canon compliant

Following a rough night in the dungeons beneath the Hewn City, Azriel flies home and struggles to cope.

By Nightfall — one shot (1.6k words)

Banter, first kisses, Fourth Wing AU

Unable to sleep, Azriel ends up in the Scribe Quadrant, where he finds Gwyn reading something interesting.

A Night to Rival All Others* — one shot (7k words)

Shameless smut, rivals to lovers, modern AU

Gwyn shows up to a party in her 'Fuck me' dress and her rival, Azriel, does just that.

Rainfall (and other ways to get wet)* — drabble (900 words)

Established relationship, mates, oral sex

Gwyn finds her mate in the training ring. One thing leads to another. OR: Azriel getting on his knees for Gwyn.

IN PROGRESS

For Research Purposes Only* — long fic (38/?)

Friends to lovers, grad school, modern AU

Gwyn has been mutual friends with Azriel for almost a year, yet they've only ever shared stolen glances and minimal conversation. With a wedding around the corner, the two rope themselves into a fake relationship and agree to be each other's dates. Set across a backdrop of wedding shenanigans and grad school work, Gwyn finds herself wanting more. But Azriel can't possibly be falling for her - right?

Out of the Storm* — multi-chapter (3/4)

Academic rivals, sexual tension, modern AU

Azriel is the last person Gwyn wants to spend her Winter Solstice with. But after asking him to drive her home for the holidays, his car breaks down and forces them to spend the night at a nearby inn.

Every Sound Your Heart Makes — multi-chapter (2/5)

Small town AU, friends to lovers, single dad Azriel

It’s been six years since Azriel came back to his hometown, with his newborn daughter in tow. Six years since Gwyn moved away from whatever heartbreak she’d left behind in her previous life and opened up a diner in Starlight Grove. Now, unable to resist the urge to help Gwyn, Azriel volunteers to design sets for their town’s Christmas musical. But what happens when the town grump and the woman he’s fallen for can no longer hold back from the inevitable?

In The Moondust* — multi-chapter (2/?)

Second chances, engagement, modern AU

Before: Gwyn finds herself enamoured with Azriel, sharing hearts, engagement rings, and a new house with the clearest view of the stars. The promise of a lifetime doesn't seem like enough, but she can't wait to spend it all with him. Now: She's not sure when it all changed.

The Blade of Your Tongue, Clashing Against Mine — multi-chapter (2/?)

Canon divergent, enemies to lovers, villain Gwyn

As general to Koschei's army, Gwyneth Berdara wields death with power. It's a choice she made after being rescued from Sangravah—to never be helpless again. Yet, her story rewrites itself when the Spymaster of the Night Court is captured as a prisoner of war and claims to be her mate.

Only On My Mind* — long fic (5/?)

Second chance romance, workplace rivals, modern AU

Everything in Elain’s life seems to be going wrong — from one failed relationship after another to the listless, draining hours she spends working in biotech. When Lucien, her former flirty, yet infuriating lab mate, joins the company and gets assigned to the same project, Elain can’t help but think that things will get so much worse.

Counting Every Second — one shot (4k words)

Meet-cute, speed dating, modern AU

When Cassian invites one of his friends to Elain's Valentine's Day speed-dating event, she's roped into participating. She's never met Lucien before, and even though she doesn't have high hopes, talking with Lucien for a few minutes can't be too bad, can it?

Whiskey Over Wine* — series part 1 (5.6k words)

Country AU, workplace shenanigans, shameless smut

As a bartender in the charming town of Windhaven, Feyre struggles to work under her over-protective, bad-tempered boss. The answer to her problem seems to be getting on top of him.

Searching for Starlight — one shot (1.8k words)

Star-crossed lovers, angst, canon divergent

Years after the great war, Rhysand crosses into the Mortal Lands and is reunited with his former lover.

Filthy Sweet Beginnings* [Elain x Az x Cass] — one shot (6.2k words)

Threesome, shameless smut, porn without plot

Drawn in by the shadowsinger’s bedroom voice, Cassian stumbles upon Azriel and Elain having sex. The rest is simple: Cassian joins.

Shower Me With Kisses [Elriel] — one shot (1.4k words)

Modern AU, roommates, fluff

Maybe it’s the late hour or the need for company, but that desire sparks aflame in her. It makes her fingers tingle as she sets her book aside. It burns the pads of her bare feet as she hurries across the ice cold marble flooring and pulls the door to her room open.

The effort forces a soft sound from her lips.

In response, Azriel turns on his heels to face her. Not startled, but surprised as he pauses mid-step. His hazel eyes widen, already scanning the space beyond them. A lifetime of training has ingrained the trait into him—to always be on guard, to routinely assess for perceived threats.

“Are you alright?” he asks, voice low. He strides towards her, a single scarred hand coming to rest atop the dagger fastened at his hip.

Gwyn nods, a quick dip of her chin. “I am.”

When he doesn’t respond immediately, she does what feels most natural and presses her palm flat against his broad chest. She applies the slightest amount of pressure, drawing his attention.

“Azriel, I’m perfectly fine.” With her free hand, Gwyn gestures to herself. “See?”

His gaze dips downwards at that, dark lashes fluttering like the beat of delicate wings. At the sight of her nightgown, Azriel’s brown skin flushes an enticing shade of pink. The colour only deepens as his eyes linger on the hand wedged between them before shifting to settle on her face. 

“Perfectly fine,” he repeats. His features remain stoic, except his tongue poking at the inside of his cheek. 

For the @acotargiftexchange

Audibly swallowing, she digs out eight dollars in cash and swiftly places it in his upturned hand. Her fingertips brush against his stark black gloves in the process, against the leather that stings with the icy cold of the wind. A gasp threatens to escape her, but she bites down on her bottom lip to stifle the sound.

The Reaper is silent—for all of one moment—and Gwyn wonders if he felt it, too. The shock of electricity sparked by the barest touch, that leaves her wishing she could do it again. 

“You may have seen it on the waiver,” he says finally, “but I must remind you of the rules.”

Gwyn leans forward until she’s perched on the tip of her toes, attracted by the gravity of him.

“No using electronics of any kind. No climbing the walls. No touching the actors.”

He tilts his head down towards her. As his hood shifts, Gwyn catches a glint of mischief in his darkening hazel eyes.

“And if you didn’t hear that, I’ll say it again.” He draws out each word in a gravelly rasp. Another dare, Gwyn can’t help but think, as he says, “No touching the actors.”

Gwyn nods absently, unable to stop herself from misconstruing his warning as an invitation. Erratic thoughts flood her mind in successive flashes: leather gloves digging into the skin of her thighs, that masked face panting harsh breaths against her neck, those beautiful eyes devouring her whole, pupils expanding until even the flecks of gold in his irises appear black. 

But she signed a waiver, she reminds herself. The Reaper just said as much.

And yet…

And yet, it sounds like he needs her to touch him. Like he craves being the one to grant permission when she finds herself desperate to give in.

Gwyn lets a hint of that desperation show. That desire that he seems to match. She peers at him through long lashes, not bothering to hide the sweltering heat of her gaze.

Teetering on what feels like the edge of more, she watches as the Reaper’s fingers strain against the waiver he still holds. The paper crumples at the edges, one bad decision away from being torn to shreds.

Ever the professional, however, he clears his throat and continues speaking in an unwavering voice. “You’ll know you’ve reached the far end of the maze when you see a white ribbon on the gate overhead.”

He folds Gwyn’s waiver in half, then precise quarters. Then folds it again.

Stepping aside, he uses the paper to gesture towards the maze’s entrance. She’s met with another flash of his eyes. This time, paired with a wink.

“Good luck,” he tells her.