Fluff of Death, Azrael, Ulthane, Strife and War first kiss with their s/o.

Ohooooh boy, time to get fluffy! I tried my best with Death.

Azrael: It’s awkward as all hell, he’s completely flustered and his wings flap suddenly and then stiffen as they stand up on their toes to reach his face, hands holding onto the front of his robes for support. No tongues for the first kiss, they lead him into it gently, lips pressed together and it’s like kissing air. After a moment, his wings fold around the both of them, shielding them from prying eyes. He’s so wonderstruck when they part. ‘Will you teach me how to do that properly next time.’ He asks, playfully. For the rest of the day, he asks them what else human ‘couples’ do to show affection. He especially enjoys it when they kiss his cheek. Azrael is a submissive kisser, he’s so new to the whole thing, so he doesn’t want to get anything wrong.

Ulthane: He watched them struggle up onto his forge, making him pause in his hammering. They cross their arms indignantly, huffing. ‘You’ve been ignoring me.’ They say, crossly. Ulthane chuckles, taking in their angry face, tiny pout and frustrated expression. Without warning, he pulls them towards him with one, monstrous hand, holding them close to his face with nowhere to escape, he then, surprisingly gently, presses his rough lips to their soft ones. He barely touches them, feather light at first, and he just hovers there, waiting to see what they’ll do. Before too long, they sigh in defeat, and he grins against their mouth as he feels them part their lips invitingly. 

Death: (Im sorry, I just can’t see Death removing his mask. But that doesn’t mean his s/o can’t kiss him.) Death is stressed, again. His shoulders tense and fists clenching and unclenching. He’s crouched down, trying to map his quarry’s movements in the dirt. His s/o decides to just go for a kiss because it’s all they can think to do for a distraction. He doesn’t react as they stand before him, coming just about level with is head, even though he’s crouching. He doesn’t even react as they cup his cheeks, lifting his head for him, forcing him to meet their gaze. They notice with a pang of worry, that Death looks tired. They lean forward, eyes closed, and brush their lips over his mask, just between the eyes, simultaneously wrapping their arms around the back of his head and just holding him there, lips still pressed to his forehead. Slowly they feel the tension leave his shoulders.

War: His s/o has been trying their damnedest to get War into the film they’re watching together. But he’s not having any of it. At least until a part where the main characters end up sharing a juicy on screen smooch. He kind of just tilts his head, one eyebrow raising slightly, his interest piqued. His s/o notices the subtle change in the Horseman. ‘What? Never seen a kiss before?’ War huffed, a non committal sound that was neither a yes or a no. He turns to his s/o, regarding them curiously for a moment. ‘….What is it like?’ He finally asks. 

They blink, surprised. ‘You mean you’ve never?….’ 

War just shrugged. So they climb across the sofa and kneel on the cushion, their whole body facing him, and they wait. Letting him make the first move, giving the unsure Horseman control of the situation. He’s staring them down, blue eyes boring into theirs, he looks so fierce that its almost frightening, but then, his face inches closer, before at last he turns his head slightly to the side and captures their lips in his own. There’s a squeak of surprise from his s/o, mostly because they didn’t actually think that he’d go through with it. He tastes of bonfire smoke and iron, but for all his strength, War exercises an incredible amount of restraint in his kiss, nipping slightly at their lower lip, but not sharply enough to draw blood. He pulls away first, his s/o panting for breath. ‘Good to know.’ He answers his own question.

Strife: Of course Strife is the one to initiate the first kiss. It’s completely spur of the moment, while they’re distracted, he suddenly grabs their hand, spinning them to face him. ‘Strife what are you-woah!’ He lifts them effortlessly, pinning them to the wall, their legs wrapped around his waist. Strife pushes his face into theirs, nuzzling them gently, but he doesn’t kiss them, not yet. It takes them a brief second to realise that he’s silently asking for permission. They lick their lips in anticipation, nodding shakily and releasing a breath they didn’t know they were holding. He grins toothily, finally closing the gap and pushing his own chapped lips hungrily against theirs. They laugh against him at his enthusiasm. They break away from him, causing his to moan in agitation. ‘What took you so long Strife?’ 

The Horseman growled low in his throat, ‘Just waiting till I thought you were ready babe.’