omg hc idea with gwynriel, where gwyn is really drunk cuz she got back from rita’s with the girls but everyone left already and this is before gwyn and az are like a couple and she’s talking complete nonsense but azriel finds her and is very concerned and tries to help take her to her dorms so she doesnt like fall but while they’re walking gwyn accidentally reveals her feelings towards az
also ps: i really love these thanks for blessing this fandom with your work, appreciate it alot 🥰🥰
omg thank you so much for the kind words, I’m having so much fun writing these and even more fun seeing everyone’s reactions 🥰🥰🥰
okay so modern college au. azriel’s POV. I refuse to believe they’d leave Gwyn behind so I took some liberties with this prompt but I hope you enjoy besties!
Azriel wasn’t expecting Gwyn to be so drunk when he arrived at Rita’s to take her home. He waited outside for a few minutes so he wouldn’t have to pay the cover, and eventually Cassian emerged with Nesta, Gwyn, Emerie, and Mor in tow.
“Azriel!” Gwyn squealed. She almost tripped over herself in her haste to give him a hug, but he managed to catch her in time. “You’re here!”
“Yup,” he said. He awkwardly patted her back as she squeezed her arms around him.
Azriel had been getting a late night snack after working on a paper when Cassian had texted asking if he could take Gwyn home. Cassian would have his hands full trying to wrangle Nesta, Emerie, and Mor back safely to his and Mor’s shared apartment, so Azriel hadn’t minded stepping in. He and Gwyn lived in the same apartment building, so it wasn’t like she was out of the way.
Cassian waved in Azriel’s direction before he started walking away towards wherever he’d parked. Nesta was on Cassian’s back piggy-back style and was sloppily pressing kisses onto his neck, which he didn’t seem to mind one bit. Emerie and Mor were giggling as they supported each other, stopping frequently to feel each other up.
“You’re so pretty,” Gwyn said, giggling. Azriel looked down at where she still had her arms wrapped around him in surprise.
“Uh… thank you?” he said hesitantly. She giggled again before stepping back from him, but he made sure to keep an arm firmly around her shoulders so she wouldn’t run off on him. Nesta and Cassian had both complained on several occasions that Gwyn liked to run off when she got drunk, and Azriel valued his life too much to risk losing Gwyn and having to explain it to Nesta.
“I know I’m not supposed to say guys are pretty or whatever,” she said, rolling her eyes to let him know what she thought of that sentiment, “But you’re definitely the prettiest out of you and your brothers.”
Azriel didn’t know what to do under all this scrutiny from Gwyn, especially when she was complimenting his looks. She was way too out of his league to be saying these kinds of things, so he decided to try and deflect. “Don’t let Rhys hear you say that.”
“Rhys, Smhys,” she said as they slowly started walking to where he’d parked about a block away. He made sure not to go too fast since she was wearing heels and was definitely still drunk. “You’ve always been my favorite.”
“Really?” he asked, surprised. He was used to being in the background considering how loud Cassian was and how much Rhys loved being the center of attention. To hear her dismiss his brother so easily wasn’t something he was used to; everyone swooned over Rhys.
“Really really,” she said, giggling again. “I’m not just saying that. I mean it.”
They managed to reach his car and he helped her get into the passenger seat, making sure to strap her in before jogging around to the drivers side. It was a short drive back to their building, but Gwyn seemed to have other plans.
“Can we stop at McDonald’s?” she asked, her voice just on the edge of a whine. “I’m hungry.”
“Do you have McDonald’s money?” he asked, half-joking.
He knew he’d fucked up when he looked over at her and saw her eyes were filled with unshed tears, and then she was full on crying next to him.
“I — just — wanted — fries,” Gwyn sobbed, hiccuping between her words.
Not wanting to make it worse, Azriel relented quickly. He really needed to work on talking to women if he wanted a chance with her. “Okay, okay, we can get fries.”
He awkwardly patted her on the shoulder before changing course to the 24/7 McDonald’s a few minutes away. She only really stopped crying once she was munching on a large fry, and he held in his sigh of relief as they eventually made their way to the parking garage of their building.
“Can you walk?” he asked as he parked.
“My feet hurt,” she whined. “Can you carry me?”
This time he didn’t hold in his sigh. He liked Gwyn a lot, but dealing with drunk people wasn’t his favorite thing in the world. “What apartment are you in?”
“I’m on the fourth floor,” she told him.
“So am I,” he said, relieved that he wouldn’t have to walk so far to his own apartment once she was home safely. “I don’t mind carrying you if we’re going to the same place.”
Gwyn smiled brightly and damn if it didn’t transform her entire face into something lovely, even with fresh tear tracks ruining what was left of her makeup. Azriel got out first and made sure to take her keys so she didn’t lose them before bending down to let her climb onto his back.
“You’re my hero,” she said as he walked, nuzzling her face into his neck. She had her heels in one hand and her bag of fries in the other, and he decided to just keep walking until they made it back to her apartment.
“Happy to help,” he said. Inside he his stomach was doing backflips from how close she was to him, especially since he was holding her legs to keep her from slipping off his back.
“I’m serious.” Her breath was warm on his face as she moved to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re being really nice.”
“Am I normally not nice to you?”
“Not as nice as I’d wish you’d be.”
“Ouch, Berdara.”
Gwyn giggled as they got into the elevator. “You’d be nicer if you took me out on a date.”
Azriel froze as the elevator rose to the fourth floor, not quite sure how to respond. She was drunk off her ass and he didn’t want to take advantage of her in the slightest, but what if she was being honest? What if she really did like him back?
“Ask me again when you’re sober,” he said after a minute. He walked off the elevator and found her apartment relatively quickly, used her key to open the door, and gently set her down just inside her living room.
She pouted as she looked at him before munching thoughtfully on a fry. “But I’m asking you now.”
“I’d love to go on a date with you, but you’re drunk,” he replied. His heart was beating hard in his chest as he looked at her and dared to hope she was actually being serious.
“You said yes,” she said, grinning widely. “No takebacksies!”
Azriel sighed again, but it was much more good-natured. He supposed Gwyn just couldn’t help being so adorable when she was drunk, and who was he to ignore a golden opportunity to spend time with his crush? “Alright, Berdara, no takebacksies. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Azriel is trying to put drunk Gwyn to bed and she starts stripping off in front of him
you have the best ideas ever like wow your mind 🧎🏽♀️
okay this is a continuation of the drunk!Gwyn drabble I posted last night where Azriel took her home. He’s about to be head empty no thoughts because we know Gwyn has it going ON
Against his better judgment, Azriel ended up staying in Gwyn’s apartment munch longer he’d planned to.
“Can you help me with my makeup?” she asked. She started stumbling her way into the bathroom and he immediately followed, nervous she might slip and fall.
“What do you need me to do?” he asked patiently. While he waited for her response, he took out his phone and sent a quick text to Cassian to let him know that Gwyn was safe and sound.
“Wipes,” she said, giggling before sitting down on the toilet with a painful-sounding thump. Azriel grabbed her by the arms to stop her from falling in — she hadn’t put the toilet cover down — and lifted her, adjusted the seat, and let her sit down again.
“Careful,” he said. She pouted before pointing out a pack of makeup remover wipes and he realized what she wanted him to do.
He did his best to be gentle as he wiped the remnants of her makeup away, revealing the familiar freckles he liked so much. She giggled the entire time and only stopped when he had to wipe her lipstick away.
“Did you get it all?” Gwyn asked. She tried to stand to check in the mirror but he put a hand on her shoulder to keep her place, knowing that if she got up now she’d definitely run somewhere else in her apartment.
“I did my best,” he replied. He looked down at her and couldn’t help but crack a small smile at how adorable she looked. “Are you going to keep that dress on?”
She looked down at the tight navy dress she was wearing before looking back up at him, a devious glint in her eye. “I need my pajamas!”
Gwyn pushed herself off the toilet and made a run for her closet, barely avoiding slamming into her closed bedroom door. She gave one last look at Azriel before she managed to get in and started bumping around her room.
He sighed deeply before following her and made sure to turn on the light so she could actually see. Her room was filled with books and sheet music, with a keyboard in one corner and a small ukulele on her nightstand. He could hear her opening and shutting drawers in her closet and decided to wait for her to finish, hoping she could manage getting undressed on her own.
That hope was short lived, because she was calling out for him within thirty seconds. “Azriel! I need help!”
He counted to five in an attempt to calm his rapidly beating heart before he made his way into her closet. When he opened the door he saw she already had on Mickey Mouse pajama pants and was just struggling to get her dress over her head.
His throat went dry as he realized how much of her skin he could still see — her stomach, her back, her chest. Thankfully she had on a bra, but it was his favorite color and he knew he’d be thinking about this for at least the rest of the night.
“Help — me — take — this — off,” Gwyn said, panting as she struggled with her dress.
“Hold still,” Azriel replied. He reached out to help her maneuver out of the tight dress, both of them struggling to lift it over her head. At one point she even started jumping to try and get it off, and he apologized every time she made even the slightest noise of frustration.
After almost two minutes, they managed to get it off. Her face was flushed and her hair was incredibly frizzy, but it was off.
“Thank you so much,” she said. She swayed on her feet and he reached out to steady her, but then he remembered she was just in her bra; he pulled his hand away faster than he could blink.
“You’re welcome,” he said quickly. He turned around and walked out of her closet, leaned on the nearest bedroom wall, and debated the merits of banging his head against it.
Gwyneth Berdara was truly going to be the death of him.
After another minute she emerged fully dressed in pajamas with her hair looking slightly less frizzy. She grinned wildly at him before throwing herself facedown onto her bed.
“Can you tuck me in?” she asked, her voice muffled against her pillow.
“Uh…” he trailed off. Of all the things he’d been expecting, it certainly hadn’t been this. But she was so cute there was no way he was going to say no. “Sure.”
He walked over to her bed and reached for her comforter, the material soft in his hands. She sighed contentedly when he pulled it over her body and turned her head to face him.
“Good night, Gwyn,” he said. He resisted the urge to kiss her on the forehead and smooth down her fiery hair.
“Good night, Azriel,” she replied, giggling again. He made to walk away when she spoke again. “I don’t get a goodnight kiss?”
“You’re drunk,” he said, but he leaned down and gave her that forehead kiss he’d thought about only a few moments ago. Her skin was soft and warm underneath his and she pouted as he pulled away.
“I want a real kiss,” she whined. She turned onto her side and tried to grab his shirt with her now-freed arms but he leaned away.
“You’re drunk,” he repeated. He wanted to kiss her more than anything, but he wouldn’t do it like this. “Ask me when you’re not out of your mind.”
“Would you say yes?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Maybe,” he replied. He patted her on the head before actually starting to walk away, knowing if he didn’t leave now she’d try to rope him into any number of shenanigans.
Dropping in an ask as a reminder😁😁😁 Morning after of Gwyn having asked Azriel out when she was drunk. (A freak out and blushing included maybe??)
thank you for the reminder 😌💖
Gwyn groaned as she woke up the next morning with a massive headache. Even with the curtains drawn her bedroom was too bright, and she reached for another pillow to cover her eyes with.
Bits and pieces of last night were floating around in her brain. She remembered going out with her friends and having the time of her life. But once the Svedka had come out, everything had gotten much fuzzier.
She vaguely remembered Azriel helping her get home because they lived in the same building. She was pretty sure she cried at one point, but she can’t remember why. Maybe it had to do with the McDonald’s bag on her nightstand?
Sighing, she reached for her phone and skimmed through almost fifty messages from Nesta and Emerie. She had one from Cassian letting her know that he’d gotten everyone back safe, but the one from Azriel telling her to call when she woke up caught her attention as soon as she read it.
It was just after eleven so she knew he’d definitely be awake. He’d always been an early riser no matter how late he went to sleep. Thankfully, he even answered on the first ring.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said. She pulled the phone away from her ear; even his voice was too loud with her volume settings. She made sure to lower them before putting the phone back to her ear.
“What the hell happened last night?” she asked, half-dreading his response. “Did you take me home?”
“I did,” he confirmed. “I also took off your makeup for you and helped you change into your pajamas.”
She remembered parts of that — mostly how much she’d giggled and generally been unhelpful. And how her dress had been a pain in the ass to get off. He’d truly been a saint to deal with her last night. “Right. Thank you. Did we stop at McDonald’s too?”
“We did,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement. “You started crying so I got you some fries. Do you have any left?”
Hot embarrassment flooded her senses; she couldn’t believe she’d cried over some fries. Or that he’d actually given in to make her stop. Sighing, she reached out for the bag and checked it, surprised to see there was still a good amount left.
“There’s some,” she said. “Anything else exciting happen?”
Azriel went quiet and Gwyn couldn’t help but wonder what she’d done this time. She’d been drunk, but hopefully not so drunk as to admit her feelings for him…
“You asked me out on a date,” he said quietly. She wanted to curl up into a ball and die — there was no way he felt the same way about her, especially after what sounded like a disaster of a night.
“Oh God,” she said, groaning. Her face was so hot she probably was the same color as a tomato. “I’m so sorry, that was probably so uncomfortable for you. This is so embarrassing.”
“I thought it was cute,” he said. She had to take a moment to process the fact that he thought her drunk behavior was cute and not wildly inappropriate. “You did bully me into saying yes, though.”
“I what?” she exclaimed. Her head throbbed and she had to take a moment for the pain to ebb away before continuing. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I never should have said that.”
“I mean, I wanted to say yes,” Azriel said. “But I told you to ask me again when you were sober.”
Gwyn didn’t know what to say to that. He actually wanted to say yes? He wanted her to ask him again to make sure she was being serious?
“Um…” she said, at a rare loss for words. “Um. Are you, um, being serious?”
“Very,” he said. He sounded like he was trying not to laugh. “I wanted to make sure you actually wanted that.”
“No, I mean about wanting to say yes,” she corrected. Her heart was beating painfully loud in her chest as she waited for him to respond, daring to hope that maybe something would work out between them after all.
“Of course,” he said after a moment. “But the real question is whether you were being serious, Berdara.”
“I was being serious,” she said softly. “So… do you have any plans next weekend?”
“This hot ginger is supposed to take me on a date,” he replied. She smiled as she realized she was that hot ginger. “I’d have to check my calendar.”
“You’re the worst,” she said, giggling. Then her head throbbed again and she was reminded just how hungover she was. “I’m going back to bed because my hangover is killing me, but it’s a date next weekend.”
