So I finished reading 'Lord of Shadows' today, and, to distract myself from the emotional pain of the ending, I decided to turn my attentions towards writing a fanfiction about the unexpected relationship between Gwyn and Diana. I really ship them and it's a shame that they didn't feature more (hence the fanfiction).
If there is anything you liked/didn't like, or if there is anything you wanted to see in future chapters, let me know in the reviews.
I own nothing but the plot
Life always has a way of surprising you, even when you don't expect it to. For the last five years, I had been a tutor for the Blackthorn children. Before that, I had worked in a weapons shop in Idris. I loved what I did, and wanted to do everything I could to protect the Blackthorns that I rarely had time for myself, not that I minded. But things changed the day the leader of the Wild Hunt: Gwyn Ap Nudd arrived at the Institute to inform Mark that Kieran had been taken from the Wild Hunt back to his Father's Unseelie Court, tried for the murder of Iarlath, and had been found guilty. He was to be executed for his crimes unless someone intervened, but as the Wild Hunt had all been forced to agree that they would try to change the outcome, Gwyn had come to Mark, asking him to come to Kieran's aid.
If the conversation itself had been unexpected enough within its own right, I'm fairly sure that Gwyn kept trying to flirt with me. The leader of the Wild Hunt was trying to flirt with a Shadowhunter. The first thing he spoke to me were the words "Lovely lady" and then asked who I was. When I admitted that I was the tutor at the Institute, the then made a point of saying that teachers were highly regarded in the land under the hill. Though out the exchange he kept looking at me the way one might look at something beautiful. It was very distracting.
Just before he left, he through an acorn at my feet, in which I was later informed could be used to summon him should I want to. On our return to the institute, I had hoped nobody had noticed Gwyn obvious attempts at flirting during the conversation. It was after Mark had explained the purpose of the acorn, he had then explained it was because he had admired me. Although it was sudden (he had literally only just met me) this was normal for faeries. Thankfully the conversation then changed, meaning that the attention was no longer on me, and whether or not Gwyn Ap Nudd of the Wild Hunt had feelings for me or not.
***A few hours later***
That night, as I lay in bed, I found myself re-thinking about the conversation we'd had on the steps of the Institute. I'd had a chance since, as soon after he had left, the Centurions had returned, and were their usual demanding selves. After dinner it had been found out that Mark had changed his mind about wanting to save Kieran's life (he'd originally told Gwyn he would not be going to save Kieran, as he had caused suffering to both Julian and Emma, but had since decided that he couldn't let him be tortured and killed so had gone off to save him) and Julian, Emma and Cristina had found out and had made the decision to go after him. I'd been absolutely furious at them for their stupidity, but there was nothing I could do other than make sure the rest of the Blackthorns were kept safe and the Centurions kept in their place.
I knew that relationships between Shadowhunters and Downworlders was often frowned upon. Sure it wasn't illegal but it wasn't exactly the norm and there was still a taboo around the topic. But a relationship between a Shadowhunter and a Faerie? That was definitely a 'no go zone'. What could happen between a Shadowhunter and the faeries was very limited. From the children, I knew the difficultities their sister had faces, with her wife. Aline was a full-blood Shadowhunter and Helen was half Shadowhunter/half-Faerie and the prejudice and discrimination had been disgusting so I could only imagine what it would be like if she had been a full faerie. I had spent my entire life living in fear of the judgmental views of the Shadowhunters, and it was awful, so why did my mind wonder to Gwyn? Why could I still see the way he looked at me? It was the same way someone looked when they saw something beautiful. I could pass it off, say I was over thinking things, but Mark's comment about Gwyn admiring me meant I couldn't, that something was going on. Convincing myself that nothing more would happen with the matter, I fell asleep, knowing I would need my energy for the following day.