#oh and it was 20 dollars for literally 2 tequila shots. they didn't even give me a lime

[irishbreakfst]

God is punishing me for going to a club with my friends for literally the 2nd time ever (1st time I was freshly 21 and visiting my friend who bullied me into it) by giving me a very sore throat and making me do bad in a job interview. Owie balls cough drops do your job please

[meher-sumedha]

Gwynriel Headcanon : Gwyn drunk and Azriel Jealous

Lol it's 2am in the morning. I am asking for forgiveness in advance. Also, I am already bad at giving titles and cause it's 2am I have no ideas.

Also, I saw this prompt some where and really wanted to write it.

Gwyn was drunk. Like fully drunk. Even Azriel had lost the count of the amount of shots she had taken. For he was too busy staring at her perfectly carved body. He knew she was mad at him. Of course she was.

That fucking dress hugged her body in all the right places. Her hair was open, not like it was usually tied up. Azriel was just brooding from the corner of the booth. The Inner Circle was with him as well. But they weren't helping either.

Cassian came up to Azriel and said, "Brother, it's been 2 fucking years. Since 2 years she's been your girlfriend. Now fucking stop brooding and go dance with her. "

Azriel didn't reply, he just stared at Gwyn. Suddenly a guy, whom Azriel knew as Balthazar, came and sat beside Gwyn. Gwyn didn't stop taking her tequila shots. Gods, he could feel her drunkness through the bond.

The bond, the fucking bond. The root of their fight. Azriel had not told Gwyn that he was her mate. And when he did tell her, Gwyn was mad as hell. Not because he was his mate, no, because he told her after 3 fucking years.

He'd known for 3 fucking years and didn't tell her, Gwyn thought as she took one more shot of tequila. She could practically feel his gaze from across the floor. But she didn't give a damn. Because if she did, if she gave even one damn and turned around, she knew she would not be able to control herself and fuck Azriel in front of everyone.

She didn't even notice when Balthazar came and sat beside her. He kept talking about something about Illyria and Gwyn didn't hear one thing.

"CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHING" Gwyn suddenly shouted, thinking that she had whispered. Apparently she had no control over herself. She then broke into a laughter after she saw Balthazar's surprised face.

"Well you could have talked normally like a normal person."

Balthazar whispered in her ear and Gwyn burst out laughing again before taking another shot. "Okay okay, I need your help", she said in between shots and giggles and shots. "I am not running across Prythian as a dare." He said warningly.

"IT WAS JUST ONE TIME", Gwyn whispered loudly in his ear. "Okay then what do you want?", "I need your help making a guy jealous", "ohk, well then how do we do that?", "Just follow my lead" She said and pulled Balthazar across the dance floor.

Azriel was furious. Fucking furious when he heard Gwyn giggle at something that litte piece of shit said in her ear. Oh how he would like to rip him to pieces. One. By. One. And he would not kill him suddenly. He would make his death slow and painful and would make sure his shadows torture-.

"Oh god get a hold of yourself" Mor said while taking a drink of her wine. Azriel just rolled his eyes and tried to go back to thinking about all the ways he could torture-

"I bet you 10 bucks that he's going to sit here for the rest of the night" Said Emerie and slammed some 1 dollar notes on the table. Mor snickered at that and Emerie glared at her. Mor just tried not to spit out her drink.

"20 bucks says he would rip the guys' wings to shreds" Said Nesta as she nodded toward Azriel and took a drink. That's a good idea, it would be fun to execu-

"50 bucks says that if he did that, Gwyn would never talk to him again" Said Rhys and Azriel gave him an incredibly vulgur gesture. Rhys continued, "Well brother it's true. And besides, why do you care. You should just sit here while Gwyn dances with Balthazar".

As soon as Rhys finished his sentence, Azriel saw that Gwyn had been dancing with Balthazar, with her back to his chest and with his hands. On. Her. Waist.

Oh fuck no. Azriel rushed out of the booth and went towards them. And as soon as Balthazar saw Azriel walk toward them, he froze. He literally froze.

"Why the hell are you not dancing" Gwyn whispered in his ear. "BECAUSE YOU FORGOT TO TELL ME THAT THE GUY YOU'RE TRYING TO MAKE JEALOUS IS THE FUCKING SPYMASTER OF THE NIGHTCOURT", Balthazar panicked and said in Gwyn's ear.

Gwyn turned towards him with bloodshot but innocent eyes, "okay I Mayyyy have left out that little detail.", "WELL THAT LITTLE DETAIL MAY COST ME MY LIFE" Balthazar said when Azriel stood in front of them and flaired his wings.

Gwyn turned towards him with a smirk on her face and asked innocently, "Is something wrong shadowsinger?"

"We need to leave, now" Azriel said and took Gwyn's hand, but with gentleness and they started walking out of the nightclub.

Gwyn had just shrugged and followed him, but then she found herself in an alley.

And before Gwyn could do anything, Azriel slammed his lips onto hers and backed her into a wall. His hand was on her head so that it didn't hit the wall and his other hand had found his way under her dress.

Gwyn moaned and it immediately caused Azriel's blood to rush to his cock.

"100 BUCKS SAYS HE'S GONNA FUCK HER IN THE ALLEY" Came Cassian's muffled voice from the nightclub.

And the world might have gone to hell, cause Cassian was right, and Azriel was about to do exactly that.