Dick: “Hey, Jason—Where did all this money come from?”
Jason: “From B.”
Dick: “He gave it to you? For what? Did you blackmail him?”
Jason: “No, he paid me, in exchange for very important pictures.”
Dick: “Oh, you got evidence for the case?”
Jason: “No, Damian’s baby pictures.”
Dick: “…How much?”
and i don’t even like staying up this late i just do it
there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago
Summary: Azriel has come from a mission early in the morning and has fallen exhausted, when you wake in the morning you play with his hair.
Warnings: fluff af
Author's note: English is not my first language so I'm sorry for the possible mistakes
You have been awake since the sun reached your eyes, but you didn't move, not meanwhile you were eyeing your mate, that's was something that still make your heart beat fast enough for a whole trope to know you were nervous.
Loving Azriel was something you have to work out with since you knew him, and that was something that you love most than anything, that you both fall in love before knowing about the bond, and somehow that was special, in your heart it was, cause it meant that he could love you not because of some kind of obligation but because he really wanted to.
Your hand moves up with shyness, you're not so convince that is a good idea, but you wanted so much to touch his hair. It's something you have done before, while kissing, but not in any other situation, and you loved to play with the hair, yours or from some friend, was a way of distressing.
It's something that came to your mind that since you have said that you loved his hair a little more large he kept it at a different length than you knew it, longer but not enough to call it long, the perfect length for you.
You began to make circles with his hair while you watched him sleep, perhaps it made you look like a stalker, but you didn't care, the peace that seeing him sleep transmitted to you was not comparable to anything you had felt before, although perhaps it competed with autumn evenings in which you sat on top of him and just talked or drank hot chocolate.
He murmured something incomprehensible to you, but it seemed to be something good. He moved, making you freaking out and stop the care you were showing. At one point he brought you closer to him, while he covered you with his wings, as if protecting you, your hand was a few centimeters from his hair, waiting for him to finish moving and you could calm down enough not to feel your heart in your ears.
You wanted him to know you loved him, cause words weren't your best language, not like physical touch, even though at this moment he can't realize he was onto some care.
Discovering physical touch was your love language was easy, people you cared about were surprised when you hugh them from behind, or when you play with their hair or the lobe of their ear.
It was very frustrating to you, cause you never knew if something could bother him, if your touches were something he despise more than anything. You were aware of the story of the scars on his hands, you know how protective were Illyrian with their wings, that's something that have been take in account in your life for caution.
You didn't want him to get angry with you, even though you knew he wasn't gonna hurt you conflicts weren't things you wanted you experience again, that was something that make you really nervous.
In your house arguing was a normal thing, and meanwhile you do it for expressing your own ideas it didn't fit with you, you really hated it, so when something bothers you, you simply disappear til the waters came down.
Azriel have been aware of that, but you never talk about it with no one, not even your mate. You just lock the bond for him to do not know what we're your emotions.
Finally you touched his hair, starting to play with it. And it was so smooth you wanted to stay like this for so, so much longer. You were so concentrated on what you were doing that didn't even realize he woke up.
Azriel close his eyes again enjoying the cares. You pulled a bit, just to get rid of a knot in his hair. The thing was that you wanted just to play, without he knowing.
Your hands went a little bit down, to the part behind his ears. You freeze when he lets out a groan.
“Just keep it up, sweetheart.” You almost jumped out of bed, if it weren't for his hands on your hips and the wings behind your back. You were literally freaking out, thinking your heart will just get out of your chest. “Are you okay, honey?” His low voice just sended an electric current down your spine.
“Uhummm.”
No you were not, this motherfucker almost gave you a heart attack, but you weren't going to argue with it.
“Then keep going” almost like a demanding.
“Umm, not into it right now” you whispered, aware that he could listen it from far away.
“But, honeyyyy” he complained, he wanted caresses and cuddles. That feeling of being protected and loved by his mate, just by her.
“Not into it” you replied.
“So not into it, huh?”
Before you could even realize what he was doing you were under him, tickling you until you reconsidered his very kind offer. Your laughter was the most wonderful sound that had blessed her ears, yet even if you left tears fell from your cheeks.
“Please Az stop” you said finally “Az just stop if you want cuddles anytime soon!” You threatened, but that only made him smile.
“Now with threatens, that hurts my heart, sweetheart” even though you knew it wasn't true you panicked.
You didn't want to hurt him, and when he realizes that something is wrong he stops, eyeing you for some wound or something that could hurt you.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?”
“Huh?” You asked, your mind weren't there, not anymore.
“I've just asked if you're okay.”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“Honey...” the warning in his voice did not go unnoticed.
“I'm fine, just... just go back to cuddles.” You were not really fine, and he knows it. But your face said just not today, not now.
“When you are ready” and you know he isn't talking about the cuddles.
You fell on the bed, him next to you. Your hand went back to his hair, playing with his, pulling a little and letting him enjoy.
“What have you done it lasted for so long?” You asked, just without wanting the silence between you.
“That bastard give me work till dawn,” you knew who that bastard was, Rhysand was the High Lord and the brother of your mate. You smiled “you look beautiful like this.”
“Giving you cuddles?” You asked, innocently.
“Smiling. Not that you could look awful, but this is something special.”
Your heart melted, you really love him.
“You are beautiful too, but when you are with your family it's even better” you said while your hand was in the back of his head.
“You are my family” he said, firmly.
That throws a question to your head.
“Would you like to grew up the family?” Your voice is low, shy.
He opens wide his eyes, smelling your scent.
“Are you...?” He didn't finish the question when you realize.
“Oh no! I'm not with a child, not that I'm aware of” you reply.
He nods, his eyes on yours.
“Yes, I want to grew up the family. Many kids around us,” he saids, watching you carefully while you still give him cuddles.
“How much kids are many?”
“Many” he replies.
“Ah, thanks for being so specific” you replied with sarcasm.
“How many do you want?” He asks back.
“I think two if the mother wants.”
“Two kids are very few kids” he replies, not accepting that.
“How many do you want, ten?” You asked mockingly.
“Could be.”
“No. I'm not having ten winged sons or daughters, I will go to another Court if you even think of that possibility” you refute.
“Six?” He asks mockingly.
“Still too many.”
“Not less than three.”
“Two, at least we are having triplets, which is almost impossible” you said, aware of the complications of fertility.
“Don't underestimate my power.”
“Yeah, sure. Shut up and read for now.”
“If you said so.”
He relaxes under your touch. You aren't tired if giving him cuddles, you instead loves it. For the next few hours you stay like this. He falls asleep at some point, but you do not stop.
Not till noon, when someone knocks the door. Your mate growls, and the people outside the door laughs.
You stand up, ignoring Azriel's complaints. Puting some of his wide shirts on top of you, covering your entire body up to mid-thigh. Azriel almost pulls you into bed when he sees you.
You get out of your bedroom to the front door, and when you open you see the two brothers of your mate.
“What the fuck do you want?” Azriel asks, standing behind of you, puting his hand around your waist.
“Did we interrupt some kind of sexual practice?” You blush.
You haven't have sex with him, he didn't wants till the mating ceremony, in two weeks. You were lovers for so long until the bond snapped, so then he wanted just to be special, no to be your first time as mates till then.
“No, they didn't, they arousal confirms it.”
Azriel growls. He was possessive, and didn't want to share your scent with no one.
“What the fuck you want?”
They smile.
“Today is nights game, if you have forgotten is in your house today.”
“You think? Today no one's gonna enter here” he doesn't want them there.
“Oh come on, Az, you two weren't having sex...” he didn't finishes his phrase when your mate slammed the doors in their faces, shutting them out.
“Where were we?”
“I was giving you cuddles, while you sleep.”
“Perfect, let's take it back.”
You rolled your eyes, but smile when he just picked you up and carried you in his arms, to the sofa where he lay on his back, with you on top of him.
His wings were well stablished, without getting hurt.
Instead of giving him cuddles in his hair you started drawing little things on your mates face with your fingers, interspersed with some sweet and short kisses all over his face.
“We have to stablish one day just for this.”
“I agree, one week you another me” you said with a smile.
“Or just you giving” he smiles while you hit him knowing you didn't hurt him.
“You little son of a bitch.”
He laughs, and you know you're home.
Thanks for the tag @queentala
I'm not gonna tag anyone cause really I don't know anyone on this app, so feel free to do it if you want to
get in, losers; we're going to the wild wild fuckin' west
(yes i made two, i needed a femme version also)
ait, let's hit the hay @joelsversion @swiftispunk @tieronecrush @pedgeitopascal @softlyspector etc
damian: well I’m the blood son
tim: bruce chose us, you were thrust onto him by no choice
jason: to be fair he didn’t pick tim either
dick: he picked me under weird circumstances, I honestly think Jay is the only one he actually chose, like one of those strays at the shelter
jason: I’m going to fucking kick your ass
*climbs down the chimney* HO HO HO!! SANTA IS BACK!! 🎅
I have a couple more questions for you:
What is your favorite thing about Azris? What do you love about this ship?
What are your favorite romance tropes?
That is all for now!! Take care!! *rides off in sleigh*
Hiii, sorry im late
My favourite thing IS that they have the worst idea of each other and that means all things they could feel for one and other are utterly beautiful and sincere.
My favorite romance tropes are enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers, one bed trope, who did this to you, fake relationship, slowburn and forbidden love.
Hope I know of you soon!
Declan: alright so I got this box and we’re gonna put everything we love in it
Flynn, raises hand:
Declan: no, we’re not putting Ithan in the box
Flynn, lowers hand:
Ruhn, disgruntled growl:
This is exactly correct
Rhysand: My friend, Tamlin behaved unforgivably towards me.
Lucien: Me too.
Rhysand: I underwent devastating sexual assault.
Lucien: Me too.
Rhysand: My actions have directly led to my mate being put in harm’s way.
Lucien: Me too.
Rhysand: I was in love with my mate and pursued her while she was in love with another.
Lucien: Me too.
Rhysand: I lost my entire family and have had to build a new one.
Lucien: Me too.
Rhysand: Under the Mountain I was one of the only people to help Feyre.
Lucien: Me too.
Rhysand: I’ve made some mistakes.
Lucien: Me too.
Rhysand: So why do E*riels say you’re not good enough for an Archeron sister because of your past actions, but they don’t mind me being with Feyre?
Lucien: Because I’m a threat to E*riel and they have to invalidate my character to keep their sinking ship afloat.
Rhysand: That’s pathetic.
Lucien: Don’t get me started. We’ll be here all day.
Bitches are able to read hardcore bdsm porn fanfiction with a straight face but start to grin and squeak like an idiot as soon there is the smallest fluff.
That’s me, I’m bitches.