Gwynriel Week Day 3 : Headcanons
I’m not gonna give any synopsis, or topics, y’all are gonna have to read the entire thing 😉. I’ll just give an emoji and let y’all guess what it’s about. Thank you all for being fellow Gwynriels btw >3
Gwyn had never been happier. He was gonna meet her family today. He was gonna meet her family today.
Gwyn knew that he really wasn’t a people person, but she knew she had to introduce him to her family cause it’s been a year since they’d been together and she still hadn’t told her family about him.
She had just told them who they’d be meeting today, and they had agreed though they were very reluctant at first. Her family was very loving, especially cause she was the youngest one, and the heir to their mafia.
Catrin had immediately declined the offer of becoming the mafia queen as she was much more interested in politics. She lived in USA but had especially come to England to meet the person Gwyn had wanted them to meet so much.
Gwyn was smiling to herself in the mirror, thinking about all these things when a hand crawled around her waste, and Azriel nuzzled his head in her neck.
Gwyn’s smile grew even wider. “Hey ugly,” and Azriel smiled against Gwyn’s neck. He used to call her that when they weren’t in a relationship, when they used to absolutely hate each other.
Gwyn still couldn’t believe that they had evolved that much, that their relationship had. “Hey.” Azriel said, and Gwyn knew he was tired.
Gwyn pursued her lips and asked, “Rough day at work?” And Azriel mumbled a ‘yes’.
“Do you wanna eat anything?” “No,” and that was enough to let Gwyn know that someone had been killed today.
Gwyn turned towards him and kissed him on the lips, it was soft but enough to convey that Gwyn was there for him. “Let’s sleep?” And Azriel nodded sleepily.
Gwyn took his hand and brought him to the bed, they both went in the covers and and hugged each other tightly.
Gwyn wrapped her legs around his and tucked her neck under his. Azriel kissed her hair and played with it, twirling it around his fingers. Gwyn was falling asleep by him gently massaging her hair, “I love you Gwyn” He mumbled into her hair, and Gwyn knew it was the first time that he’d ever said that. She wanted to tell him that she too loved him, but sleep took a hold of her before she could.
When Gwyn woke up the next morning, his side of the bed was cold. Gwyn looked around and found a note on her bedside table.
Love, the ugliest guy you’ve ever seen.
Gwyn smiled at the note and got up. She spent the rest of the day reading a book and got ready to meet her family at dinner. She really hoped her family would accept him, though she would understand if they didn’t cause he was the head of their biggest rival mafia.
Gwyn got ready and drove to her parent’s house. She thought she had gotten there very early, but that wasn’t the case.
As soon as she saw the dead guards, she ran inside the house. When she entered the dining room, Azriel was sitting at the head of the table, instead of her father. With his white shirt and hands bloody.
Gwyn looked around and didn’t believe her eyes. Her entire family, sitting on the chairs, with a hole between their eyes.
Her sister had marks on her neck, she was strangled before she was killed.
Her mom’s plate had eyeballs in them, she was blinded before she was killed.
Her father, her father, her father, her father.
My dad. My dad. My dad. My dad.
He didn’t even have a face. His entire head was on his plate. His neck bare of a top. He was beheaded and they still had the audacity to put a hole in his head.
Gwyn’s voice froze in her neck. She wanted to choke on air. She wanted to die.
Azriel licked the bloody knife and smirked. Gwyn realized that it was not the smirk she had come to love and admire. It was the smirk of a murderer who betrayed people.
Gwyn’s shaking hand took out the gun strapped to her thigh. And pointed it at Azriel’s head.
“They warned me about you,” Gwyn’s voice wavered and broke.
She wanted to cry she wanted to cry but she couldn’t she wouldn’t but it’s too hard it’s too hard and Gwyn could no longer hold in her tears so she broke, like she always did for him.
Kill me. Kill me. Kill me.
Azriel silently begged Gwyn in his life. He didn’t want to live after being the reason Gwyn broke down.
He knew she was broken by this because if she wasn’t, she would have picked up her Gun and killed him on the spot.
He knew he had broken her. He had to. He kept telling himself that but everytime he did it kept becoming less true.
Gwyn was still gripping the gun with both her hands and crying when she said, “They warned me about you. They warned me about you. They warned be about you.” She kept repeating the words to herself and Azriel kept begging her in her mind.
I want to kill you but I can’t.
Gwyn asked in between sobs after lowering her gun down, “Why?” And Azriel smiled evilly, he was disgusted with himself. He wanted to die.
“I’m glad you asked love. Your family killed my mother, I was just repaying the favour.” And he kept repeating the words to himself, he kept trying to find reasons to justify his actions but he couldn’t he couldn’t he couldn’t.
Gwyn looked at him for a second before a flash of realization flickered on her face. It was small but there. Azriel became a bit hopeful.
I’m never gonna forgive you.
Gwyn shot him in the shoulder. And Azriel let his confusion show on his face.
No sign of sadness was on Gwyn’s face now, only hate. Her voice dripped with venom when she said, “My family never killed Rose Salvatore. The royals did. My family took the blame as a way to create an agreement between our mafia and theirs.”
It was all for nothing. He lost the love of his life for nothing. The pain in his heart was much more than the pain in his shoulders.
So, for the first time in his life, Azriel let his tears drop in front of someone else. Gwyn’s eyes were filled with tears and she let them drop as well. No one made a sound.
Gwyn walked up to Azriel. She was shaking frantically. He knew she didn’t want to do it. He knew what she was gonna do and he knew it would ruin her life. He couldn’t let her live with that guilt.
So he made it easier for her, “Go ahead,” he sneered, broken and bloody.
“Pull the trigger. Isn't that what you want?” He pushed her further.
And Gwyn looked at him with horror on her face.
“I told you I’ll kill everyone you love.” And Azriel knew that was her triggering point.
Gwyn pointed the gun to his chest and touched her forehead with his, she wiped his tears with her other hand. “You forgot one.”
With tears in her eyes, she shot the bullet through his chest, and Azriel died with a grateful smile on his face.
