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MIDNIGHT | azriel

summary; azriel is happy, you are happy. you're both very drunk and enjoying starfall, and the two of you are indulging in a midnight tradition.

word count; 4204

notes; first day of starfall week! I hope you guys love it, and I hope we have a wonderful week ahead. I personally absolutely love this piece, I think it might be one of my favourites, so I hope you all love it too!

‘midnight’ moodboard

You were staring up at the stars, still tumbling in bright sparkles across the sky, the rush from an hour ago beginning to simmer down as the initial burst slowed. They’d go all night, long into the early hours with showers of pretty colours raining from the sky. The air was colder than usual, your breath clouding with every heavy exhale, and yet not a single goosebump rose along your exposed flesh. How could it, with the burning heat of your Illyrian mate pressed up behind you, wrapping you in every inch of him as his wings created a protective barrier around your body?

“What’y’ thinkin’ about?” Az mumbled, lips tracing over your shoulder, continuing to press kisses along the column of your throat as your head remained lazily tipped onto one of his shoulders, making space for his tipsy kisses.

With the soft shake of his words rumbling against your back as you leaned a little further into his chest, you gave a sigh. You were happy, so very happy, and that newly-formed bond between your hearts thrummed with joy upon feeling your emotions. “You. Us. This night.” You shrugged a little, his arms tightening further around your waist.

“Oh?” A teasing nip was placed to the juncture just above your collar, and you squealed slightly, feeling him place a soft kiss through his smile to the same location.

“Isn’t it funny how much things have changed in a single year?” His hand splayed further across your hip while he only hummed, obviously distracted as he nuzzled into your neck, and the phrase ‘Illyrian baby’ that Feyre so often muttered flashed across your mind. You’d never have expected a year ago to find out that Azriel, the terrifying shadow of death incarnate, would be so affectionate. And when he was drunk? He became positively clingy. “To think, just one year ago, I was just another of Nesta’s wayward friends that you were training.”

That drew a laugh from him, your choice of wording attracting the attention of Cassian as well as he stepped out onto the long-since cleared balcony to join you both, eyeing the many empty glasses you and Azriel had managed to consume, lining the stone wall. “You were never just ‘another of Nesta’s friends’.”

Twisting in his hold, you wobbled only slightly on your heels, proud of yourself for being able to implement all Cassian’s lectures on balance even when you were this intoxicated. As you took in your mate’s face, you weren’t sure whether perhaps he was even drunker than you were. Flushed cheeks, half-lidded eyes as he peered down at you, messy hair and a pretty smile he rarely ever showed outside of the walls of your own bedroom. Your brows rose at him, despite the blur at the edges of your vision and the lazy pace of your heart in your chest, the sight of him still made it skip a beat.

Cassian scoffed at his brother, swilling his own drink around his glass and downing what was left of it, scoffing at Azriel’s claim.

Azriel sighed, giving in. “Alright, so you were, but I get a free pass, I was in a weird headspace.”

Your grin grew, his eyes widening to normal as he took in your playful expression, mouth opening to correct himself, but it was too late. “Weird headspace, is that what we’re calling it? Y’know, that makes our first hook-up sound like a pity fuck.”

The red on his cheeks deepened, crawling all the way up to his temples, and his lips pressed together as the general to your left all but howled with laughter. You couldn't hold back your own giggles, swaying slightly as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself up and him down, until your noses were brushing.

“S’okay, loverboy, it was one hell of a pity fuck.”

He bit down a little on that lower lip, nudging his nose over your own a little more firmly, the tightening of his hands on your exposed lower back was a warning of his own attitude getting ready to shine through, uninhibited. “How about, we call the first around a pity fuck, and all the other rounds that night were just mindblowing sex that resulted in our wonderful mate bond?”

He dipped down, taunting you as he pressed a kiss to the edge of your mouth, your cheek, wet lips kissing everywhere except your mouth, and you panted a little, wobbling on your raised toes, even in the heels. “Oh, baby, we can do better. I’m thinkin’ we call it a pity kiss, and the rest was, what did you call it? Mindblowing.”

He smirked, finally catching your lips in a searing kiss that had you moaning: hot and sweet and a little messy, his tongue dipping into your mouth long enough to make you gasp. He tasted of the spicy whiskey he’d been drinking all night, working like he was seeking out the flavours of the fruity cocktails Nesta had been pushing into your hands since the moment you’d arrived.

“Ahem!” Cassian made a loud cough, tapping the edge of his glass in sharp rings that made you wince, ruining the soft haziness you’d fallen into, and Azriel gave a delicious growl into your mouth before pulling back, but barely. His eyes fluttered open, snapping to look at his brother as you slumped down against his chest, cheek resting over his heart.

“Beat it, Cass. You fucked Nesta on the dining room table last week, I’ll kiss my mate on the balcony if I want to.”

You chuckled, twisting to bury your face in his chest to hide the sound, and Cassian spluttered indignantly. “Hey! At least I didn’t make you two a third-wheel when I did that!”

“You made us retch when we had to smell at dinner that evening.” He sniped back, and Cassian smirked, head tipping back to laugh in a silent ‘touchè’, before wandering away and giving you your privacy. Your head was spinning, too many thoughts and none at all, everything going silent as rough, calloused hands slid up to cup your face, tipping your head back to catch his gaze. “Now, where were we?”

He left a kiss on your cheekbone, your eyes fluttering at the hot feeling of his lips as you all but melted into him, your already weak body feeling like you were utterly boneless as he showered you with such affection. His kisses moved, trailing along your cheek slowly, making his way toward your mouth, and you were ready to spend the whole rest of the night right here, doing exactly this, until a flash of a thought across the front of your mind had your eyes snapping wide open.

As you pulled back, Azriel let out a very un-warrior-like whine, pouting in a way that made him look ridiculously cute as he pulled back too. “What is it, baby?”

“What time is it?”

“Time for you to kiss me.” He muttered, stealing a peck from your lips, and another, and another, until you were giggling, and he was tugging on that bond happily, the feeling like a string wrapping around his finger.

“Az! I’m serious, what time is it?” A dramatic sigh left him, as though you’d just assigned the most awful and laborious task in the world to him. Sweeping you backwards and over his arm, he gave you one last heavy kiss on your lips, spinning the two of you as he did until he was able to peer into the room inside. His neck craned up to see, blinking several times as he tried to focus, and you took the chance to leave several of your own kisses along his jaw.

“No fair.” He groaned, but tipped his head back anyway, your lips dragging softly over the apple of his throat, bobbing as he swallowed thickly, before pulling you back upright. So close you were sharing breath as you stared up at him, a dazed look on his face as he smiled down at you, both of you swaying a little, struggling to stay upright and utterly happy about it.

“S’like, eleven-thirty.” He tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, the delicate up-do of twists and braids Nesta had done for you coming loose after hours of dancing and drinking and mingling. Mostly from Azriel’s fingers threading into it. “Can we go back to kissing now? I like kissing. Kissing is good.”

His voice trailed off with each dip of his voice, until he was whispering, so low you could barely hear him over the raucous band Rhys had hired, heavy gaze fixated on your mouth once again. “Traditions!”

“What?”

“Traditions, Az! I have traditions.” With that, you pulled away, his wings loosening as soon as your back brushed the leathery appendages. Your fingers found one of his hands, lacing tightly together, and he stumbled a little as you began to pull him along behind you.

He didn’t ask, he never did when you went on one of your whims, and you could feel his bemused adoration through the bond as he sent wave after wave of it over to you while you weaved between the corridors. Leaving the music behind until it became nothing but a dull throb through the marble pillars and stone walls, glass doors of the beautiful kitchen pinned open and blissfully empty.

Letting go of his hand, you spun, faltering a little on your heel as your arms flung out to the sides in demonstration, and you both laughed when you tripped, catching yourself on the island in the centre of the room.

“We’re in the kitchen!” He cheered, arms pumping enthusiastically above his head, and you giggled, watching him whoop loudly in support. Then, his arms slumped down, brows furrowing a little, eyes calculating as he looked around. “We’re… in the kitchen. Why are we in the kitchen?”

“For food.”

“Your Starfall tradition is a midnight snack?” He stepped a little closer, lips pulling up at the edges, and you wobbled once again in your heels, cursing the items for catching on the rough-hewn stone of the kitchen tiles.

“My favourite Starfall tradition is a midnight snack.” You corrected, and he nodded fervently, as though it made total sense, despite the confused expression still marring those handsome features. “Help me out of these heels and I’ll explain.”

“My pleasure, my lady.” Large hands settled on your hips, lifting you like you were nothing but a feather onto the counter you’d been leaning on, prompting bursts of shy giggles from your lips at his manhandling. He smirked, knowing how much you loved it, before sinking to one knee before you and propping one foot onto his bent leg. Lifting the long skirt of your dress out of the way, he pressed a lingering kiss to your knee, fingers struggling a little with the clasps as he tried to keep them steady, to focus through the whiskey blur, eventually managing it and slipping on shoe off. He took your foot in his hand, thumbs pressing into the sole in a way that made your head roll back in bliss. “Tell me about your traditions!”

“Oh, yeah!” Excitement flooded through you once again, stomach rumbling just in time for your plans, and you patted at it lightly as he moved onto the second shoe, a matching kiss to your other knee, too. “I never really celebrated Starfall with anyone special, but I’ve always loved it, and wanted to make it special for myself. I’d watch the stars and get a bottle of really good wine, and I’d sit in the window or outside. The first time I did it, I was just sad, so I made myself all my favourite snacks to cheer myself up when it turned midnight. The year after that, I did the same thing, just to make myself happy. It kind of just… snowballed from there. Eating junk food and watching all the spirits fly by on their journey. It makes me happy, and I want to share that with you.”

“And I would love to share it with you, my love,” Azriel mumbled, dropping the heels to the floor, and kissing each leg once more, before rising to his feet. “But we only have a half-hour ‘til midnight, what are we going to make?”

“Why don’t we both come up with an idea, and say it on three?”

His eyes lit up at the suggestion, a look stitching onto his face that suggested extreme concentration, and your eyes scanned the room, gaze a little vacant as you tries to work out what you were actually feeling. A champagne bottle popped loudly somewhere in the distance, and you gasped a little, only one idea coming to mind.

“Okay, on three.” You held up your fingers, just three, and Azriel leaned forwards, a cheesy grin on his face as he placed a kiss on the tip of each one, a bashful smile on his face at your awed look. You shook your head clear.

This was not the time to be distracted by his cuteness. Instead, you counted down: three, two, one,

“Popcorn.”

“Cheese fries.”

Your eyes widened at his suggestion, stomach rumbling happily in agreement at the idea of cheesy carbs to soak up all the bubbling alcohol, and Azriel let out a gruff moan, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly. “I could so go for cheese fries, Az.”

“No, we need popcorn…” He mumbled, eyes glossing over as he stared into the middle distance, lips parted, and you could practically see the images flashing before his eyes. “With melted butter, and we stir in some caramel sauce.”

“Woah…” Your mouth watered, tongue tingling at the mere thought of it all, eyes widening as you pictured the sticky, sweet treat. At that exact moment, brain fuzzy and body feeling heavy, you were absolutely sure it was the best idea you’d ever heard. Except, of course; “What about cheese fries, with little bacon pieces, chives on top, and sour cream?”

Azriel’s eyes only opened even wider, head tipping back, and a drawn-out moan falling from his lips. “We make both?”

“Both is good. Both is perfect.”

“I’ll start on the potatoes.” He was swift, even in his drunk state, and he was quick to retrieve a knife from the stand and several potatoes, beginning to slice them all into thin sticks for fries. “Baby, chop-chop. Get the stuff for the popcorn!”

“Sir, yes, sir.” You saluted, a crooked grin forming on his lips as you searched around in the cupboard for popcorn kernels, before making quick work of finding a pan for both the potatoes and the corn.

He was done in record time with the fries, despite his general sluggishness and lethargy from the many drinks you’d both had, he was somehow still quick and efficient with a knife. If it wasn’t so unsettlingly hot, you’d be scared. The sounds of the first pops made you jump, and you were staring at the pan in front of yourself as Azriel began to work on the bacon.

“Az…” You whispered, leaning in close enough to him to be able to prop your chin up on his shoulder. He turned a little to face you, noses bumping together.

“Yeah?” His whisper matched yours.

“We have a major problem.” He frowned, grip on the knife a little tighter, whirling around with one protective arm around you.

“Where? Who?”

“Me!” He gasped, dropping the knife back onto the chopping board as he turned to you, forehead pressing to your own.

“What’s wrong? I’ll fix it. I’ll fix the world. No problem is too big, I can do it, what happened?”

“I forgot how to make the caramel sauce.” Your bottom lip jutted out, a pout to mirror the one he’d once worn, and somewhere in the background, potatoes began to bubble in their pan, bacon sizzling as it heated up.

“Oh… that is a big problem. But it’s okay, because I remember.” His lips brushed a simple kiss over your own, before he was straightening, sniffling the air and whipping his head back around to bacon bits were nearing too crispy, had he not dove in to save them. “You need butter, and sugar, and cream.”

With a smack on your ass, he sent you on your way to the fridge to retrieve the three items, lining them up neatly beside him as he drained the potatoes, quickly transferring them to the oven to begin crisping up. Peering over his shoulder, you watch him stir the bacon, arms wrapped around his waist, balanced on his tiptoes as your body pressed between his drooping wings. “You know what I just thought of?”

“Raccoons.”

“What?”

He only shrugged, brushing off his hands and finding yet another pan to make the cheese sauce. The dishes were really beginning to pile up. It sounded like a problem for your sober-selves tomorrow morning. “They’re these little fuzzy things from the human realm. They’re weird. They wear little bandit masks and have stripy tails and they have these creepy little human hands. I think they’re funny.”

“You should bring one back.”

“You want one? I’ll get you one, I get you one right now-” His back straightened, like he might really fly out, and your grip on him only tightened, sinking back down onto your feet as he turned in your arms, guiding you away from the heat. “What were you thinking about besides raccoons?”

“I wasn’t- whatever, I was thinking about onions.”

“Are you going to make a weird joke about me being an onion? Layers ‘n’ stuff.”

“No, but I will save that for later.” You mimed tucking something into a pocket, winking conspiratorially. “I think we should fry some onions, for the cheese fries.”

Azriel’s lips parted a little, staring in shock at you for several seconds, before both of his large hands were cupping your face and he was pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. One so strong and searing it dragged a squeak from you, your body going lax in his arms as you gripped the lapels of his smart blazer just to hold yourself up. “I love you, I love you, I love you…” The words were like a prayer, whispered into your mouth, until you were too breathless to continue. “I love you so much.”

“You love me because of the onions?” Your words were panted a little, and you swore Azriel was glowing as you stared, reverently. His lips were still shining and swollen from all of your night's activities, looking so goddamn delicious you wanted to dive right back in.

“Yes.”

“Understandable.” You hauled yourself up, bodies colliding as your mouths slammed together once again, and he groaned. Licking his way into your mouth, Azriel tasted like heaven and sin and love all rolled into one, sweet cocktails and whiskey mixing to create a balance more heady than any other spirit or drug.

A clock chimed.

You broke apart.

“It’s midnight.” You whispered, fingers brushing through his hair, far too messy to be tamed at all now. “We haven’t finished the snacks.”

“Then we’d better do that. What my girl wants, she gets.”

Like a perfect team, in clumsy harmony, you worked to prepare the meal, skirting around the kitchen in bare feet while Az stripped off his blazer and bowtie, eventually abandoning his own shoes too. Soon, piled up before you in copious and severely overestimated quantities, was a pile of cheese fries, dripping sauce with bacon and onions, matched unusually with hot caramel popcorn.

Something clinked, and Azriel placed down two elegant wine glasses before you, popping a very expensive-looking bottle of wine, too. “A meal like this deserves suitable wine to pair.”

“What an excellent suggestion.”

Music pounded through the doors of the kitchen as Azriel poured the glasses and prepared cutlery, your body swaying happily to the tunes coming through the large mountain-top house. A scarred hand threaded through yours, spinning you in a sudden movement, before you were crashing into his chest. “Would you give me the honour of this dance, my love?”

“Of course.”

And it was just like that, swaying through the kitchen in fits of giggles and smiles and silly jokes that you were found, interrupted, by your High Lord, making his presence known in an exaggerated sigh. Behind him, all of Azriel’s friends, your new friends, were crowded, peering in varying levels of amusement and shock at the man who was currently swaying with you across the kitchen.

“We have been looking everywhere for you, brother. To make our midnight wishes.”

“Woah. So many people.” Your statement was somehow so funny that Az burst out in peels of full-bellied laughter, and Cassian chuckled deeply at his friend.

“They’re so drunk!” Feyre beamed, standing tucked under Rhysand’s arm much the same way Azriel often held you.

“They’re so cute!” Cassian cooed, and you only gave him your best smile in return, slinking away towards the smell of food as it called out behind you, threatening to go cold and undo all your hard work.

“Are those cheese fries?” Lucien stepped forward a little, your eyes widening at the look on his face as he stared at the bowl of cheesy carbs, and Azriel growled, stepping protectively in front of the food.

“Our cheese fries.”

You pulled the bowl a little closer to your body as you hopped up onto a stool once again.

“So, no wishes for you, then, Az?” Rhys was barely holding back his laughter as your mate took a seat right by your side, taking a fork, and watching him poke about and create a perfect mouthful with it. You were jealous over that mouthful.

“I wish I was eating these fries, already.” Only as your sentence ended did Azriel push the forkful of fries into your mouth, thumb wiping a stray line of cheese sauce from under your lip. Your eyes watered a little, overcome with emotion that he’d given up the perfect bite for you. He stroked affectionately at the bond connecting you both as he sensed it, and you plucked it back, a pulse of gratitude ripping to his heart. He smiled, finally taking a bite himself.

“I can’t believe you made cheese and bacon fries, and…” As Rhys stepped closer, snatching up the popcorn bowl to sniff it before you could stop him, you watched Lucien carefully as he continued to edge closer to the fries you were guarding with your life. Sneaky fox, you knew he’d find a way to steal them if you took your eyes off him. “Caramel popcorn? And white wine? You two are so odd.”

“Oh, cut it out.” Feyre elbowed him gently, before wrapping both her arms around his arm and kissing his shoulder through his jacket. “They’re odd but adorable.”

“We’re the cutest.” You agreed, nodding more than was necessary but once you’d started, you couldn't stop. Not until Azriel was holding up another pile of cheese fries before your face on the shared fork, and you gasped, letting him feed it to you by parting your lips wide.

“It’s nice to see him so happy.” Feyre sighed, pulling out a chair opposite you both, and beginning to snack on the popcorn. You wanted to complain, but you weren’t really sure whether that counted as treason or not. She was High Lady, was there some kind of law you didn’t know about regarding popcorn and the crown? It was a terrifying possibility.

“I’m so happy.” Your lover muttered through a mouthful of food, and Lucien finally made his move, reaching in and snatching some of the fries up on a fork, pulling back with a smug grin at his victory. “So, so, happy.”

Had it not been for Az choosing that exact moment to dot a collection of love-filled kisses along your cheek, you’d have fought for the fries back. Instead, you decided to concede, allowing Lucien this small victory. After seeing the Day heir get food, however, and as Feyre ate the popcorn, Cassian swiped up a fork and joined in, and Nesta looked like she was plotting her next move.

“Rhys, I want chicken strips.”

With a snap of his fingers, the table was piled high around you all, the plate of chicken strips Feyre had requested sitting right before her, as bowls and stacks of other food filled the island up. Excited sounds left everyone, chairs being dragged out and more glasses and bottles fetched, until nine people were gathered excitedly around the table, digging in and exchanging food.

The doors shut, sealing you all in, the party left behind as you found yourselves in a celebration of your own in the kitchen. The laughter flowed, as did the wine as it was passed around, and your heart was practically tripping with joy. Not only did you get to share your tradition with the man you loved, who was all but plastered to your side, clinging on, but you got to share it with your new family.

“So, since we’re on the topic of traditions, can we circle back to those wishes now?”

#azriel #azriel fic #azriel fluff

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wiitchkiller · 8 months

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We have seen drunk Azriel being all clingy and baby , what about drunk reader and Azriel handling and taking care of her 🥹🫶

hahaha I love thiiiiiis❤️

"but do you love me to the moon and back and once again to the moon and back and then once again to the moon and back?"

you tumble onto Azriel who tries to keep you upright, curling now both his arms around you, steadying you

he laughs lovely and silently regards you

a big pout is on your face, your eyes half closed while you examine him and impatiently wait for an answer

you stomp one feet on the ground and nearly fall, but Azriel holds you upright "you don't? only one time to the moon and back?" "i love you 50 times to the moon and back." "only 50?" you whine and try to move one foot in front of the other

Azriel groans lowly, and decides it is time to pick you up

he lifts you up, moving close to his chest and you hiccup loudly "sorry."

Azriel only closes his eyes for a moment and laughs at you

you move your hand over your mouth, holding back a burp

and then you grin at him, leaning forward and placing a sloppy wet kiss to his cheek

Azriel carries you to the bedroom, softly sitting you down on the bed

he helps you out of your shirt, carefully pulling it over your head and tossing it somewhere into the room

your head drops and you look downwards, poking your boobs "are my boobies too small?" "they are perfect!" "too saggy?" "perfect!" "are you sure?" "I love your boobs so much, Y/N. they are perfect."

Azriel loves loudly, watching the pout on your face turn into a small smile

he leans forward and kisses your cheek when his hands fall to your pants, working on the buttons

in the meantime you poke your belly "and my belly? is it too wobbly?" "perfect. your belly is perfect, my love."

he helps you get up, your hands braced on his shoulders while he helps you get out of your pants, slowly pulling them off

Azriel's fingers curl around your ankle and he kisses your calve, up to your knee and thigh

you grow excited but Azriel would never take advantage of your drunken state

he wants you sober when he makes love to you

you pout again and make grabby hands at him "no sexy time tonight?" "no baby." "why?" your pout increases

Azriel chuckles and helps you lie down on the bed "because you drunk."

you slam your hands down on the bed "and horny. I want you naky, Azzy!"

Azriel leaves for a moment and returns with a glass of water he places on the bedside table next to you

he moves onto the bed as well, tugging you to his side and kissing your cheek "you will have naky first thing in the morning, baby."

you hum an okay and next you know is drifting off, Azriel's body softly pressing against yours

#azriel #azriel hc #azriel fluff

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wiitchkiller · 8 months

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I don't know why, but I always imagine Azriel as a very famous Soccer player in the modern world 😄

omg I never thought of that but…yes😦

you know what I am thinking about right now?

Az with headphones on his head, a stoic, concentrated expression on his face, leaving the their team bus in front of the stadium

dressed in grey joggers, a lil sleepy

walking quickly to get inside but stopping to take pictures with the little kids who are his fans

having to smile (grin) when he sees their happy faces and sees how happy it makes them that he is taking pictures with them

being the calmest out of his teammates in public talks

pulling his shirt over his head and running around on the field after a victory

crying when winning the world championship

not cheering loudly, rather just grinning (and crying)

being the proudest man ever when one day his little son or daughter stands on the field with him

signing soccer balls and tossing them to his fans

tattooooooos

many football (soccer) players model right? I could totally see him as a model for a parfum, Armani or so, doing photo shoots amd stuff, a little shy at first

#azriel #azriel hc #azriel fluff #modern az

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wiitchkiller · 8 months

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we need az very much in love with his best friend without being able to hide it!! i would love a headcanon of this

ooh that is so cute, here you go❤️

oh those stolen glances and accidental touches

they happen during training, during dinner, when you just casually chill

you are friends, obviously your hands touch once in a while, until it gets more and more

nervous conversation after Azriel realises that this between the two of you is more than just friendship (for him at least) "your hair...it looks really...fresh today." "thank you?" you furrow your brows. "I washed it"

Azriel not knowing where to touch you when you train

he had no problem with that when you were friends

but now?

it is somehow weird

you will many times bump into him because he is somehow distracted by you and cannot really focus or concentrate

Azriel getting all flustered when you compliment him for something

rosy cheeks -> I can see Azriel blush so much omg and it will be adorable

so you will have him next to you with dark red splotches on his cheeks very often

him seeking your company even more than before

you practically doing everything together

Az being very very over-protective

a male just needs to glance down your body and he will threaten to rip his eyes out with his bare hands

gifting you small, thoughtful presents every week

but you will get an amazing and wonderful present for Starfall, that perfectly fits for you

#azriel #azriel hc #azriel fluff

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wiitchkiller · 8 months

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gossip | azriel

summary; feyre has her first visit to the night court and cassian just has to tell his best friends all of the gossip, even if it means interrupting their morning plans...

word count; 2951

notes; honesty, this was just a cute little mindless idea I had. no relevance or anything, honestly. dedicated to @azsazz.

It was unusual that you were the first to rise in the mornings. Azriel’s shadows tended to wake him several times during the night, whether he wanted them to or not, with little alerts and updates, which only became more frequent in the mornings. This morning, however, was one of those rare times you were. One of the few times when the halls in the House of Wind were quiet, the street and roads at the bottom of the mountain silent, barely even a breeze blowing from outside or a bird chirping.

Many times, your love had woken you with kisses and sweet words, rising you with the rays of the sun and sleepy smiles that threatened to shine even brighter, so it only felt fair to return that favour now. With one arm still slung over your waist, wings slumped happily behind him across the ridiculous expanse of the comfy, luxurious mattress, Azriel was a slight to behold. With tousled hair, lips forming a sweet pout, hardly visible freckles glowing in the morning sun and long lashes that fluttered with his dreams, he was like artwork.

You only wished you were skilled enough to paint this, or knew somebody who could capture the image for you. Instead, it would live only in your memories.

Leaning close enough to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, it scrunched, twitching lightly in his sleep when you repeated the action, before moving to the cheek that wasn’t pressed into the pillows. A soft kiss right in the centre, one on his cheekbone under his eye, another over his brow. More kisses, several to follow across his forehead as he began to stir, up to his hairline as that pout became a soft smile.

The sheets rustled around you both as he stretched, legs that had been tangled with yours flexing out to their full length, the hand that had been sitting idly over your body now pressing warm and flat to your lower back. He let out a grunt, a garbled sound that you were sure was supposed to resemble a ‘good morning’ of some kind, to gravelly and deep to make out. As your lips pressed again to his closed lids, his cheekbone, the bridge of his nose and the tip, his hand from your back began a languid trail up your body and over your shoulder.

As your lips met his warm cheek once again, long and calloused fingers pinched your jaw on either side, a strong grip, to tug your chin down until his lips met your own. The moment your mouths brushed, a soft sigh was leaving your lips, spilling across his own as his lashes now tickled your cheeks when he pressed in. Lazy and slow and sweet, his mouth moved over your own in deliberate strokes, his tongue sweeping an unhurried lick along the seam of your mouth. Another greeting, one of actions and not words, as his hand slipped back under the covers to squeeze at your hip encouragingly.

You took a breath, barely, his lips dragging over your chin in hardly-formed kisses before your mouths were meeting again, his tongue sweeping happily into your mouth, and the groan he gave was swallowed by your gasp at a sensation that never grew old. Raising a hand to tangle into his hair, the covers dragged, your back now meeting the mattress as he rolled you over slowly, noses bumping together in uncoordinated and clumsy movements, the glorious haze of sleep still clinging to you both like the warmth of whiskey on hazy nights at Rita’s. It was like being drunk, utterly intoxicated on one another.

Azriel’s mouth detached from your own, a series of kisses growing wetter and hotter as they were trailed across your jaw, your neck, one of Azriel’s thick thighs slotting between your own as he shifted full over you now. Whispered words that ranged from ‘good morning’ to ‘you’re beautiful’, whispered into your skin like reverent praises, like holy prayers, even though everything on his lips sounded like sin.

With a single sharp tug on his hair, his head rose up, glistening and swollen lips parted for shallow breaths, honey-eyes shallowed entirely by the dark as his gaze met your own, knowing exactly what you wanted. Surging forward, your mouths collided once again, your whimpers crashing against his breathy moans, his weight all but collapsing down against you and wings flaring as your bodies pressed together.

It was hot, and tender, and needy, the hand that wasn’t holding him up now sliding over your hip, down over your bare thigh, to hitch it up around his waist for his body to slot between and-

“Good morning!”

A yelp almost tore from your lips, a spike of adrenaline setting your heart racing for an entirely different reason. You recognised that overly enthusiastic chirp, the deep and rumbling voice it had come from, and Azriel’s usual frown was replaced by a menacing scowl, as he reluctantly rolled his body off of your own, draping a wing over you as he shifted to sit propped-up at your side instead. He barely had time to retract that wing any further before Cassian was all but throwing himself down onto the bed beside you both.

“Get out.” It was the first real, discernible words Azriel had spoken yet this morning, not including the ones he’d whispered into your skin minutes prior, and a snicker of a laugh left your lips.

“How are my two favourite sickeningly in-love best friends doing, this morning?” Cassian crossed his legs at the ankles, obviously far too comfy as he toed off his slippers, still clad in his own pyjamas. You raised a brow, and Azriel only growled a menacing sound.

“Get out.”

“Oh, Az,” Cassian tutted, and you sighed, hauling yourself up from where you’d been lay in the pillows to sit a little more comfortably, leaning forwards long enough to let Azriel begin to situate himself first. It was clear that the General had no intentions of leaving any time soon. “I’m just preparing you for what it’ll be like when you two eventually have kids.”

“No, because my kids will be well-trained.” As he settled comfortably, one arm looped around your shoulders, over your collar to tug you back into his body, stretching out across the pillows, and the other landed on your thigh under the covers. A reassuring squeeze, a stroke of his hand above your knee. You smiled. “My kids will know not to burst into the room when daddy is lay on top of mommy, or else he’ll be in a bad mood all day.”

“Nope.” Cassian offered no explanation, popping the ‘p’ just to rib Azriel a little more. “Don’t care, and neither will your kids.” He shifted, your eyes widening a little as Cassian snuggled down happily, fluffing the pillows behind his body and tucking his legs under the covers, tugging on them until he could get enough from you both to cover himself.

“Cass, why are you in our bed?” You questioned, your friend’s head turning to you both, a wicked glint of mischief and excitement in his eyes.

“Well, you two were taking too long to invite me into it, so I invited myself.” He wiggled his brows teasingly, your laughter bouncing off of the walls. Azriel’s hand slipped back up from the cushions, cupping over your mouth to muffle your amusement as he tipped your head back onto his shoulder.

“Stop laughing, you’ll encourage him. He’s like a rash, he’ll keep coming back.” That only furthered your amusement, and despite his groan, a flare of matching entertainment from him tugged in your chest, and he placed a kiss on your temple, before slipping his hand away from your mouth. “So, why are you here, ruining our morning?”

“I happen to have some very important information, and I thought the spymaster of the court ought to know about it.”

“You’re here to gossip.” Azriel deadpanned, dropping his head down until his nose was brushing your hair, to hide the smile you knew he would be wearing. Despite all his constant complaining and the tone of his voice, Azriel loved gossip.

“Precisely.” Cassian seemed to know it just as much as you did, because as he shuffled onto his side, head supported on his fist as his elbow dug into the pillows, Az’s grip on your thigh tightened subconsciously with excitement. “It’s gossip about our beloved High Lord.”

“Even juicer.” You settled a little further back into your lover’s chest, his lips brushing a series of soft kisses along your temple as you did, both of your attentions now fixed gleefully and expectantly on your unexpected guest.

“So, today Rhys had told me to ensure my evening was free, because he wanted me to stop by so we could crack open a few bottles of his best whiskey and get, in his words, ‘rip-roaringly drunk’. He didn’t say way, I figured he’d just tell me when I got there, so-”

“Why wasn’t I invited?”

“Shh.” You mumbled, already invested in the story just from the sheer enthusiasm Cassian was telling with, and you received a pinch to your thigh in response, a giggle falling from your lips as you slapped his hand away from over the top of the covers.

“As I was saying,” He huffed, and Azriel didn’t bother to interrupt again. “So, I was just minding my own business, on my way to get some breakfast and try to plan what to do with the day before that, when Rhys shows up in my bedroom.”

“His poor eyes, your morning hair looks like a bird’s nest.” You muttered.

“His poor nose, your morning breath is awful.” Your friend only shot a growl at both you and Azriel, even as you reached out to pat down some of the ridiculously messy locks of hair that were tangled atop his head.

“I doubt he even noticed, because he was freaking out. He was frantic, like I’ve never seen him. He all but threw a suitcase at me and told me to pack a week’s worth of stuff and to come get you guys, before giving this weird, patchy speech about why.” Cass shrugged, your brows shooting up your forehead as he just stopped talking.

“Well? What was the speech?” The words burst out of Azriel behind you, as though he’d read your mind, both of you pinning him with matching stares as you awaited more.

“Something about a wedding and a bargain and finally having his shot. All I know is that we have to clear out for a week to the townhouse.”

“Oh, my Gods..” The puzzle pieces all seemed to click together, your mind whirring into action as your sleep-addled brain started to catch up with the day. “Feyre, the girl Rhys made a bargain with. The Cursebreaker. He never cashed in on that bargain, I never really questioned it because it’s been so busy around here since he got back. But, she’s marrying Tamlin. Today.”

Cassian’s jaw dropped into a wide O-shape, thick brows shooting up, and the rumble of Azriel’s contemplative hum buzzed against your chest. Dipping down, he left a soft kiss in the crook of your neck, and another over the shell of your ear, just to mumble; “It’s hot when you do clever spy work and deduction, my love.”

“Stop flirting! I haven’t even gotten to the best part of the story yet!”

“Well, hurry up, then! You’re gonna’ fucking kill us.”

“So, I packed my bag and all, and I was on my way down to see you both when I heard shouting. I investigated, and you’re right. I have never seen such a hideous wedding dress. It was all ruffles and puffed-up lace and she had these gloves on.” Cassian pulled a face, his nose scrunching up as he recalled whatever monstrosity the poor girl had likely been forced into for a big Spring Court tradition. “She was arguing with Rhys for finally coming to cash in the bargain, and then when he walked away from her, she took off her shoe and threw it at him.”

“Mother above..”

“Did it hit him?” There was something hilariously cheeky laced through Azriel’s question, the kind of joy only true brothers can get at the idea of one another being hit by flying footwear.

“Right on the back of the head.”

“Good shot. Go Feyre.” Cassian only laughed his agreement, and you huffed, shuffling onto your side to press a little further into the warmth of your mate’s body, the chill in the air from Cassian’s constant shuffling was making a breeze sweep in under the covers. “Twenty gold marks says they’re fucking by the end of the year.”

The vibrations of his voice were a steady thrum under your cheek on his chest, and you swatted idly at his side, a scoff tumbling from your lips as your eyes closed happily once again. Cassian’s laughter only boomed, and he cupped a hand over his mouth to muffle it, not wanting to give his presence away to Feyre, wherever she was currently hiding out in the mountaintop palace you all called home.

“They won’t be fucking!” Azriel’s laughter was hidden in your hair as he dipped his head down, arms tightening around your body to squeeze you close as he shook beneath you in amusement. “It was literally her wedding day! To Tamlin! Gods, what a mess that’ll be when she goes back… What do you think will happen?”

You couldn't help it, slipping into a slight bit of gossip and hypothesising; Cassian had always been so good at dragging this devious side out of you both. It was shameful, really. It was even more shameful how much you secretly loved it. The two males fell silent around you, mulling it over slowly, and you could practically feel the energy change in the room, picturing Cassian’s shit-eating grin before he even spoke.

“Forty gold marks says they’re fucking within three months.”

Azriel broke out in fits of very un-warrior-like hysterics with his best friend once again, bursts of joyous laughter filling your chest and plucking the bond with so much warmth that eventually giggles fell from your own lips too. “You two are awful.”

“Oh, c’mon, my love…” Azriel places a sweet kiss on the edge of your temple, smoothing one hand up and down your spine, twice, before resting it again just above the curve of your ass under the covers. “Think of the fantastic date we’ll be going on with Cassian’s money when he loses.”

“When you put it like that…”

“Oh, my. Where will we be going on this fancy date?” The bubble popped once again, with Cassian holding the metaphorical needle, wielded proudly like the greatest sword.

“Somewhere you’ll never find us.” He scoffed at Azriel’s words, and you twisted enough to press a kiss over the thudding heart contained under golden skin and thick muscles where you rested.

“Don’t be so mean to me! I’ve already been made temporarily homeless, and now you’re rejecting me? I can’t bear it.” He folded his wings in tight, only shuffling down even more into the pillows that you’d once called your side of the bed, now resting happily atop Azriel as you crowded into his side.

“So, you’re not leaving, then?” You fired back.

“Preferably now,” Azriel added with a mutter, fingers inching a few millimetres further down, just enough to hint to you that he had absolutely not forgotten your activities before Cassian had arrived.

“Of course not. I’m not going anywhere.” Twin groans from you and Azriel made Cassian laugh. Finally, you turned back to face him, eyes cracking open to observe. He was now laying on his back, settled in and looking cosier than ever amongst the blankets and pillows, truly and completely making himself at home. Uninvited. “Can’t go anywhere ‘til Rhys says we’re clear of bumping into the Cursebreaker in the halls. Then, we all get kicked out to stay at the Town House for a week. Doesn’t that sound great? Might as well get used to it, it’ll be fun!”

His tone change at ‘fun’ had Azriel’s breath holding in his chest, eyes narrowing at Cassian’s wiggling brows, and your stomach dropped at the thought.

“We’re not gonna’ have any alone time for a whole week.” Azriel was exasperated, as though finally realising that it wasn’t going to happen, his hand sliding back up to sit at a safe space. All the way up, until he was threading it into your hair instead, fingertips kneading your scalp subconsciously.

“I have nothing to do except make sure that by this time next week, your balls are so blue they could disappear in the night sky, Az.”

Your mate’s body tightened fractionally underneath you at the threat, squirming a little as though he could already feel the frustration and cock-blocking his best friend would unleash upon him. Cassian, the complete opposite, was looking ridiculously proud of himself, and you hoped your smile at the pair’s antics wasn’t showing.

“Don’t worry, Az,” You reached up, dragging a finger down your lovers’ jaw, his fingers twitching on your body as you did. Layering on the seduction in your voice, just to make a point, “I’ll take real good care of your balls, honey.”

His head twisted, nipping at the tip of your finger playfully, and Cassian made a show of clearing his throat in a rather disgusting and pointed series of spluttering coughs.

“So, who wants to hear about the time my big toe got infected because of a splinter?”

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wiitchkiller · 8 months

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Modern Drunk Az headcanon being all baby and clingy with his wife.. plzz 😭🫶❤️🥹

Of course💛 aaah clingy cute Az gets me all the time🥹

oh Azriel when he is drunk

Azriel is a male who very rarely gets drunk, but when he does, gods does he get clingy and is severely in need of a lot of love

"come one, one last step." – Azriel practically hangs over your body while you try to get the two of them upstairs to your shared flared

his head presses against yours, his arm is loosely wrapped around your shoulder

"I love you, baby." "I love you, Azriel." "Don't say it like that."

with your foot you then manage to push the door open, dragging Azriel inside only for him to plop down on the couch and immediately want to bring you with him

"don't you love me anymore?"

he sits in front of you, shoulders hunched, pouting like a puppy in rain

Azriel's hands are folded in his lap, his pout only intensifying when you giggle at him and place your hands on his shoulders

"I said that I love you." "you did not mean it. you don't love me anymore."

Azriel's own hands move up your thighs, landing on your hips and he pulls you to him

not soft or gentle, but quick and slightly rough so that you tumble onto him, falling onto his lap and slamming against his chest

Azriel kisses the top of your head, the side of your face, your temple, your nose, your mouth – all sloppy, half open-mouthed kisses

"Azriel!"

"am I not not allowed to kiss my wife?"

he presses his head against the side of yours, pursing his lips again so that they brush against your skin

"you are, but not like that." you try to wiggle on his lap, hoping to get into a little more comfortable sitting situation, but Azriel interprets this a little wrong

"you should have said that you want me naked. I also really badly want to f–" "when you are sober again, baby." "you really don't love me anymore...."

Azriel squeezes you tightly to him, his head dropping into the crook of your neck and he kisses your there

"I love you, I love you, I love you."

"say it again." Azriel kisses your neck, softly nibbling on the skin, while his fingers start to dance over your thighs, under your skirt and you clamp your hand down on his wrist

"I love you, Azriel, I love you so very much. but we only have sex when you are sober."

Azriel chuckles and nips on your ear love, "you said sex."

"yes, we are grown ups. we have done said word quite a few times already." "a lot of times."

Azriel lets himself fall back against the back rest, holding you tightly cradled to his chest

"let's get you into the shower and then go to bed."

you pat your husbands chest, smiling at him

"so you want to see me naked?"

your eyes roll on their own accord and your husband once again pouts and god, if this isn't the most adorable thing you have ever seen you don't know what is

"you don't want to see me naked?!" he looks shocked, eyes wide open, lips parted "I do want to see you naked." "you just rolled your eyes." "you are being childish, love."

you laugh at that but Azriel doesn't find it too funny and pokes his finger into your side, tickling you

you squeal and swat as his shoulder, somehow making him stop

"I love you. I love seeing you naked. I love when we have sex. but now, I just want to sleep and I want you to sober up." "can we then have sex?"

and another eye roll follows but you quickly add, "Yes!"

Azriel grins – a delighted, drunk grin that spreads over his whole face, reaching from one ear to the other, his eyes glowing brightly

"You are so drunk, baby." "Yeah, drunk in love."

obviously once showered, where Azriel totally pulled you into the shower with him (you being fully clothed), you finally manage to tumble into bed after what felt like two hours

Azriel won't let go once in bed

you are pressed to his chest, his large body caging you

because you are his and only his and–

"that one waiter...he looked at you for way too long."

"mhm." your voice is muffled by your mate's chest, his soft and warm skin, his scent of cologne and whiskey enveloping you and slowly luring you towards oblivion

"he did!" "I don't care. I didn't even notice. only had eyes for you, my love."

it is what he wanted to her and so a delighted and content rumble leaves Azriel

"love you so much."

one hand sliding over your bum, Azriel brings you even closer, his hand resting on your butt cheek for the rest of the night, softly holding onto you

#azriel #azriel hc #azriel fluff

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don't want to keep secrets just to keep you - m. mount

thank you so much for all the support in the last fic, it really meant a lot! :) gif credits to owner word count : 1.9 k

relationships can be tricky. they’re complicated enough on their own, but when one of them is a famous athlete, it’s ten times worse. it’s ten times more scrutinizing. mason was no stranger to this. he knew the struggle of trying to navigate a relationship while in the spotlight is what had caused his previous ones to end, most of the time anyway.

before, you’d had the privilege of watching each of these breakups from the sidelines. alongside the general public, you saw the invasive tabloid shots and the weekly cheating scandal headlines. unlike the general public, being masons friend gave you the inside scoop of how frustrating it was to have these flings blow up before they could turn into something serious.

but now, after years of you both denying your feelings for each other, you were finally together. and mason was going to make sure this didn’t end up like his previous romances had, you were far too important for him to lose. you were special, permanent. home. thus, you made the mutual decision to keep it a secret from the world and even your friends. it was just the wisest choice while you both learned how to handle your relationship being a topic lots of people would have opinions on.

you two had always been attached at the hip, so no one grew suspicious when your allotted hang outs grew more frequent. you were both affectionate people, so no one raised an eyebrow when you had to be touching in some way. it was a known fact that you both had been hurt in past relationships so no one questioned why you both weren’t rushing to go on dates with other people. it was all perfectly normal.

it had been infuriating having to refrain from kissing each other silly in front of others. it had been annoying having to keep sneaking over to each other's houses, making sure no one saw- especially since mason always had some mates around at his place. worst of all, it had been tiresome having to keep up this ruse in front of your friends and everyone else (mason wanted the world to know he was the one guy lucky enough to call you his own. you wanted to shout from the roofs how much space mase took up in your heart- all of it). you felt horrible lying to your loved ones, but the guilt went down a smidge when you remembered why you were doing it. when you remembered how quick things went to shit in his past relationships.

you two were about to hit the seven month mark on your relationship- setting aside the previous 4 years of friendship and a “will they, won’ they?” debate amongst your friend group. you pondered about how nothing would really change if you let your friends in on the truth, if anything they’d be relieved you finally got together. it was the people outside of your circle that worried you. you knew you’d become the main discussion in sleazy gossip magazines and new rumors about the pair of you would roll out every day. no, you didn’t want to put each other through that. you’d do it when the time was right.

“do you ever feel bad lying to the boys?”

it had been a sunny morning in london, quite unusual and quite nice. having spent the night at masons, you both woke up still in your love bubble from the previous night. standing in the kitchen, you were in charge of mixing the blueberries into the pancake batter, while he was on ‘flipping them before they burn’ duty (and he was at a 75 percent success rate).

“not really.” mason shrugged, “if i tell ben, he’ll tell conor, who’ll tell kai, who’ll tell christian, who’ll tell reece, and soon enough potter will be trying to give me dating advice. now that’s really the last thing I need. ”

you couldn’t help but laugh at that, carrying your pancake-stacked plates to the living room. after settling on which show to watch, you nestled into his side and began eating and conversing. the tv served as more of some background noise, while you basked in each others presence and caught up on life. between his training and your studies (and all then sneaking around), you’ve hardly had the time to just be together.

“we should do something today, a boyfriend-girlfriend thing.” you mused.

“a boyfriend-girlfriend thing?”

“yeah do something a normal boyfriend and girlfriend would do. every time we try, we do it ‘as friends’ or invite someone else along with us. remember how every sunday afternoon we used to go to the park and eat ice cream and just talk?”

“yeah because we were just friends, it was the only time we could really talk.” mason wondered aloud, “though it has been a while, why’d we stop doing that?”

“because we got busy doing each other.”

he snorted at that, “we could go later but honestly, im proper tired and want to stay like this a bit longer.”

“see! we’ve gotten too lazy! we opt out of a ten minute walk to the park just to stay laid up on the sofa.”

“but it’s because you look so pretty like this, you have to understand that.” mason pouts, pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your shoulder. he’s not lying, he really does think you look the prettiest when you’ve just woken up and have the sunshine hitting your face. what a view, he thinks. he’s already pulling out his phone before his mind can process what he’s doing. he just has to add this moment into the ever growing collection of pictures he has of you.

he had planned to press a kiss to your cheek but you’d had the same idea. at the last second, with both of your heads turning and no communication, the picture ends up being a blurry selfie of kissing the corner of each others lips.

“send it to me? please?” you aim for a kiss again, this time on his stubbled jaw. you think its the cutest photo. it perfectly encapsulates how blissfully happy you are in these mundane scenarios.

“mhm.” mason begins to absentmindedly tap on his phone, too busy enjoying the trail of kisses you're leaving on his face. suddenly, you feel his fingers freeze on the screen and his body tense up.

“everything okay, love?” one last kiss is placed right under his ear.

“well I definitely sent it to you.” you notice his cheeks are now turning an alarming shade of red.

“mase?” he gives no answer, eyes still glued to the screen and fingers still hovering over it. you reach for your own phone that had been discarded on the coffee table.

well shit shit shit. yeah, he had definitely sent it to you. and to ben and christian and kai and reece and thiago and conor and kepa and every other person in your 30 member group chat that had been made to plan a surprise birthday party a few weeks ago.

“mason mount! what the hell did you just do?” your body began to tense up just as he had.

“I don't know! I saw your name and just clicked on the chat. I didn’t know it was the bloody group one! this is all your fault!”

“mine?” this causes you to snap your eyes to him. the nerve of this man, you swear.

“yes, yours! this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t been kissing me. you know what it does to me, you know i'm weak to your seductions.” he adds an accusatory finger point for good measure.

before you can bite back, the photo on your screen captures your attention again. it’s all over, you mourn in your head. our peaceful little bubble has popped.

now mason feels like absolute shit, watching you stare at the phone in your hands. as if you’re staring into the void, looking at the picture you can't unsend. he kisses your bare shoulder, “i’m sorry, baby. they might not even check the chat-”

“we all check our messages,” bens voice cuts through, as him and kai walk through the doorway. “baby.”

you hide your face in the crook of masons neck, too embarrassed to exchange pleasantries. you try to bury yourself deeper into his side when you hear their snickers grow louder and an abundance of kissing noises.

“so we have some news for you guys.” mason sheepishly laughs.

“and we’re really, really sorry we didn’t tell anyone before.” you mumble from your self-exiled hiding spot.

“don’t be sorry, you just helped me win £200 from conor.” ben pats your arm as he takes a seat next to you guys.

“you were betting on us?” mason scoffs.

“conor was betting against us?” you ask, incredulously.

“no,” kai responds in a heartbeat. “he just thought it’d take another six months for mason to man up and finally tell you. you know, so we don’t have to hear him talk about how “amazing” you are the entirety of training.”

you turn your face to look at mason as kai does the finger quotes when he says “amazing”, who is now blushing harder than before. just because he tells everyone that you’re the best person he knows doesn’t mean you have to know, too.

“yeah okay, don't flatter yourself.” he mumbles, squeezing your chin.

“I can't believe they know now.” you whisper-laugh at mason, not having gotten up from his lap through this all. “how am i supposed to act like i’m too cool for you when we all hang out?”

“oh, cmon!” ben snorts. “like we never notice how you disappear together at the end of every night.”

you and mason share a look. “we didn’t realize you’d all seen that.”

“yeah, well we’ve seen it all.” kai grimaces. “including what you did in the locker room last week.”

a week had come and gone, questions had been asked from all your friends. when and how this relationship had started, had been established. the sexual questions had been asked and answered with a “fuck off” from mason. as shy as you had been, you were ready to go out and hang out with everyone, as a couple. yes, you’d been doing that for the past few months but no one had really known.

now it was okay for you two to be next to each other and touching at all times (as if you hadn’t done that already). now everyone knew you were sitting on his lap and whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, not just as really good friends, but as a lovesick couple. now it was funny to flip everyone off when they had booed because you and mason had shared a brief kiss, once or twice or nine times.

“will you get mad if I say that i’m happy we told them?”

“we?” you lightly hit his chest. “you and your horrible attention span told them.”

“and? you still love me, anyways.”

“I tolerate you at best, mount.”

one kiss to your cheek. another kiss to the other cheek. a kiss on your nose. one more on your chin. two kisses on your cheeks again. and by the time his lips met yours, you knew you’d like to spend forever like this.

“don’t take this the wrong way, guys. we’re really happy for you but if you’re going to be like this all night, you’re not allowed to sit together anymore.”

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wiitchkiller · 8 months

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getting your header text from Mason & endless cuddles & specifically him with his longer hair 🥺🥺🥺 could you blurb this if you’re inspired please (if not let’s talk ab cuddly bf tys)

listen here

I’m always down to talk about Mason, so please do me a favour and never hesitate to spam tf out of my ask. I could talk or write about him all day 👀

Your eyes glimmering with the reflection of the phone that was in your hands, letting the colour of your irises stand out in the completely dark room.

What could he possibly be texting me about? He’s on the other side of the couch, you thought.

It was one of those nights where you and Mason didn’t know what to do, so you both decided not to stress about thinking of ideas and just stay home. Even though you both loved going different places with eachother, there was just a warm feeling that resonated with you both when you spent quality time at home. Whether you both were cooking dinner together or just lounging around the house, you both loved it because you were just spending alone time with eachother. Something you guys could never get tired of doing.

Tonight Mason and you decided it was long overdue for a movie night, finding it hard to believe that’s it’s been over a month since you two sat down together and endulged in a movie you both had been dying to see. You had your back leaning against the armrest, and your legs sprawled out along the couch, your feet landing on Mason’s lap. He sat normally with his back against the couch, his feet planted on the floor and his hands resting at his lap, on top of your feet. Even being a few feet away from you, Mason still found a way to have his hands attached to your body, one of his favourite things in the world.

You quickly opened up your phone, letting it unlock before opening up your text messages between the two of you.

You gaze up at Mason and clear your throat loud enough for him to hear you over the movie, letting him know you were trying to get his attention. He swiftly moved his head to the side, lifting up the remote in his hand to pause the movie, before glancing back at you.

“What’s up babes?” He stared at you, giving you his full attention.

With the light bouncing off of the television and onto his face, you could see every crevice and outline of his face. The soft brown locks that sit atop of his head are messily framing his face, pointing in every direction. His lips forming into a slight smile, something only you really noticed recently, catching on that everytime he directed his eyes in your direction, he would insanely smile without even knowing he was.

“Really? You’re asking me what’s up?” You smirked at him, shoving your foot into his side slightly, causing him to grab it before you tickled him even more. “You’re the one who texted me to make out like a teenager.”

“Oh yeah,” he paused, a full grin now replacing the slight smile he had just seconds prior. “Took you long enough to see the text. I sent that like 10 minutes into the movie.”

“Yeah yeah,” you said. “You know you could have just asked me to come cuddle against you instead of texting me. You know how bad I am at checking my phone.”

“And if you checked your phone regularly, your body would be on top of mine and we’d be making out,” he huffed. “But of course your not like the rest of us and can actually ignore you phone.”

“So it’s my fault now?”

“Of course it is babes,” he lifted his hand, reaching out for you until he laced his fingers around yours. “Now get your cute ass over here so we can cuddle and make out, and then have to rewatch the entire movie over again because you distracted me.”

You rolled your eyes slightly, a grin forming on your face, “Always blaming me Mase. Always blaming me.”

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by the time ben has the bright idea to call you, mason is absolutely wasted. music can be heard down the street and the house might explode with how many people are packed in.

mason can’t stop laughing at nothing in particular, the alcohol doing a number on him. he’s halfway pouring himself another shot before ben snatches it from him. ignoring the childish protest from his friend, he guides him outside for some much needed fresh air. “i think we’ve had enough, yeah?”

ben makes sure mason is settled on the curb of the sidewalk before dialing your number, begrudgingly taking the role of babysitter.

“uh y/n, are you busy?”

“not really, everything okay?” you have to hold the phone away from your ear, trying not to get ear damage from the loud music bleeding out in the background.

“no, yeah everything is good. i just think its best if you come get mase, he’s pretty shitfaced.”

over the receiver, you hear masons slurring, “who are you on the phone with? come sit with me!” you feel silly, just hearing his voice makes your heart skip a beat.

“its y/n”

“y/n? y/n! where is she?” you can hear the smile in his tone and it makes you weak in the knees. if only you could see how pathetically sweet he looks, eyes looking for you in every direction.

ben must have given mason the phone because his voice is suddenly clearer than ever. “y/n?”

“everything okay, love? having fun?”

“i think so, i said i wasn’t going to drink that much but kai kicked my ass in beer pong… twice.” he mumbles the last part, quietly. “are you almost here? i need you, i miss you.”

“i miss you too, sweet boy.” you swear you can’t love him anymore than you do right now. he always gets so soft and lovey when he’s drunk, it’s your favorite version of him. “want me to take you home?”

“what a scandalous proposition, at least buy me dinner before asking me to go home with you!” he laughs at his own joke for a solid minute.

“i’ll buy you all the dinners you want, okay? i’ll be there soon.”

you exchange ‘i love yous’ and mason hands the phone back to ben, having watched the whole conversation with amusement. and the amusement only grows when mason lets himself fall back onto the patch of sidewalk grass. he hears mason ramble about something along the lines of ‘she wants to take me home’.

“hurry, for his own good.”

when you finally do arrive, you find mason passed out on bens shoulder. quickly getting off the car, you approach them and kneel right in front of them. mason is still mumbling nonsense of ‘her’ and ‘home’, eyes glazed and sleepy. you boop his nose, affectionately. he looks extra beautiful with the streetlight illuminating his features. “hello there, handsome. let’s get out of here, yeah?”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the serious look mason gave you as his gaze landed on you. no smiles, no laughing. in an annoyed tone, “no thanks, please leave me alone.”

ben and you share a confused look. you force yourself to swallow the sadness that was creeping up in you. mason has never been so cold with you, always wanting to work out arguments instead of fighting. what could you have done to him in that fifteen minute drive to warrant such a cold attitude? you reach for his hand, “im sorry, mase? did i do something wrong?”

“i said to leave me alone.” he retracts his hand at lighting speed, making your heart feel worse than it ever has. he’s certainly never done that before. “my girlfriend is on her way and i don’t think she’ll appreciate you putting the moves on me.”

you raise an eyebrow, “mason, what are you on about?”

“just leave.”

you really didn’t understand what was going on. “baby, whats going on?”

“do not call me baby, only my girlfriend can do that.”

oh my, your mood does a complete 180 and now you really can’t contain your laugh. your poor boyfriend is drunker than you thought. Keeping the charade up, you reach to ruffle his hair “i’m so sorry, i had no idea you had a girlfriend.”

his reflexes are quick, trying to dodge your affectionate gestures. “you should be sorry. please- hey stop that, i know y/n will definitely get mad if she sees you playing with my hair. only she’s allowed to do that.” not even waiting for your response, he turns to ben. “is y/n almost here? i want her.”

this time, you and ben share an amused look. ben pats his back, “she just called, said she’s almost here.”

hearing that, masons stern glare is targeted at you again. he slurs, “now you really do have to leave. y/n might be nice but she will fight you if she sees you trying to get into my pants. leave before i tell her you tried calling me baby.”

without another word, you get up and walk behind your car, hidden from masons view. giving him a couple seconds to believe that this “other girl” left, you prepare to come out of your hiding spot. when you finally do reappear, you walk up to him again, hoping the ruse will work. acting as if this is the first time you’re seeing him tonight, you kneel down again and kiss his cheek. realizing that it’s really you this time, masons entire mood shifts. he tries and fails to get up, trying to grasp your hand. “y/n!”

“hey pretty boy!” ruffling his hair, this time he leans into it. “you’re okay?”

“yeah, just a little drunk and sleepy. i really want you to take me home, not sexually just literally.”

“thats what i’m here for, baby.”

as if the word triggers some memory he was trying hard to repress, mason lets out a gasp. “y/n! you’ll never believe what just happened.”

“hmm?”

“some girl tried touching my hair and she was calling me baby and getting too close to me. i told her i had a girlfriend but she wouldn’t listen. i was properly mad but i told her you’d fight her if she stuck around.”

“oh, yeah? was she pretty? did you like her?” you know you shouldn’t take advantage of him in this state but it was just too fun to tease drunk mason.

“no! i didn’t even look at her! i was just waiting for you to show up and trying my best to ignore her. i swear it!”

at this, ben snorted and helped you lift mason up. latching on to you, he sways you both around, promising he didn’t even pay attention to that other girl. you say your goodbyes to ben after making sure mason is properly in the car.

halfway on the drive, mason speaks up. “where were you tonight? you should’ve come along and protected me from scary girls.”

you laugh at this.

“whats so funny?”

“nothing. just thought of me following you around, making sure no other girl touches your pretty hair.”

soon enough, you’re back home and helping him stumble in through the front door. getting him up the stairs should earn you a gold medal, setting aside the fact that he only almost slipped twice. entering your shared bedroom, you gently sit him down on the bed and begin to undress him. he hums in content when he is left in only his boxers and an old shirt, quickly being tucked in the covers by you. even in his state, he wants to tell you how much he appreciates you, how you’re his whole world. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, sweet boy.” you give him a quick peck on his stubbled cheek, before changing out of your clothes and climbing into bed alongside him. immediately, he pulls you to him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. this is heaven to you, feeling his warm touch all over you.

you kiss him one more time, “go to sleep, love. you had a long night.”

“but i’m not even tired!” he whines, stifling a yawn.

“yes you are, mase.” lifting your hand to his hair, you begin to play with it in hopes that it lulls him to sleep. “it’s okay, i’ll stay up for a bit if you need anything.”

mason doesn’t even hear the last part of your sentence, already lost in his dreams of you.

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