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[thelov3lybookworm]

Ice Cream (part 2)

Part 1

Summary: what is this new flavour in the air? mint chocolate of course. not love...right?

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Word Count: 1935

Warnings: literally just fluff. azzie being a shy baby 🥹hes literally so adorable omg i love him 😭

A/n: YAYYY ITS FINALLY HEREEEE🥳🥳🥳 im going to be posting one more part, most likely on friday, in which these babies finally get together and ic finds out 🥹

anyways, enjoyyy🥹🤭

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Y/n had known the male who bothered her day and night and almost everyday at the bookstore was the spymaster. The shadows gave him away before his dark, mysterious and broody nature could. But she had to wonder.

Was she mistaken?

For surely, no spymaster would be so clumsy and talk to the point of oversharing?

After Y/n had reluctantly let herself believe that this was not some cruel joke the spymaster was centering around her disappointment as the punchline, she had gotten dressed up in one of her better dresses, but tried to make it not overly fancy so as not to seem like she was trying to impress him.

As she had watched the sun descend closer to the horizon, she almost ditched the idea of him ever coming to meet her, and had just grabbed a book to read quietly by the fireplace when the knock on the door made her freeze. Her head had snapped to the door, her disappointment morphing into quiet anticipation. She had turned and set her book down, moving in quick steps towards the door, her light purple skirt swishing around her ankles.

He had been panting when she finally opened the door, a wide, shy smile on his face.

It almost made Y/n give him a wide smile of her own. But she had tamped the urge down and stepped out onto the apartment landing, with only a slight tilt to her lips in greeting, and turned away from him to lock the door of her small apartment. In hindsight, she had felt slightly insecure, wondering what he would be thinking of her, considering he most likely lived in the house of wind that stood proudly over the city like a soldier standing guard.

The entire building her apartment was a part of looked like a pebble in the face of that cliff.

It was an effort not to apologise to him for her living conditions. By no means was she struggling to get by, and her apartment was something many could only dream of, but it wasn’t the most lavish, either.

Azriel had spoken up and distracted her before she could beat herself up over the fact that he had seen her home, something so vulnerable and private, and guided her down and out, into the fading golden light that made Y/n feel ten times prettier.

After that, everything had gone pretty well, almost too well. It almost began concerning her when Azriel didn’t make any comments about things she was not comfortable talking to him about yet, as most men seemed only to be interested in taking her to bed for just one night.

But there was one thing that did concern her. The way he seemed to be physically unable to shut his mouth. It made her wonder, did he always talk this much? If yes, how the hell is he a spymaster if he keeps spilling secrets?

"-And then Cassian threw up all over me, and I had to scrub myself raw because I was so disgusted. I didn’t talk to him for a week." Azriel laughed, the faelights lighting up the air between him and Y/n in an attempt to make this more romantic and intimate glinting off his eyes. They were sitting in a diner, not too fancy, just the perfect amount of flashy and comforting.

Y/n tilted her head, lips twitching. When she spoke, it was not too hard to speak in her normal soft, quiet voice, considering she was in the presence of someone considered a predator. "Bet he felt so much guilt."

He nodded, folding his arms on the table and leaning forward, glancing down at his empty plate stained lightly with the leftovers of their dinner. "He wouldn’t stop apologising, and I felt bad for ignoring him. Eventually, I agreed to talk to him again if he promised to sit far from me the next time he drank so much."

Y/n huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking her head, trying to imagine the scene he described. Silence surrounded the two for a long moment, letting her mind wander, before he pulled her attention back to himself.

Gentle in his voice, but commanding her every thought to himself as effortlessly as he did those shadows.

Or maybe not, because it seemed they were set on ignoring him. They kept reaching out to play with her hair, her fingers, the sleeves of her loose white shirt every time his attention left them. He blushed hard every time, apologising constantly.

At this point, Y/n couldn’t help but think if he’d apologised more than he’d spoken anything else.

"Are you ready to leave?"

Y/n straightened, nodding. She grabbed her purse, following him to the exit, where he had already paid before she could catch up. At her glare, he simply flashed her an innocent smile.

"You didn’t have to pay for me."

He shrugged, watching intently as Y/n pulled her jacket closer to herself before shyly extending his arm for her to hold. Y/n only contemplated for a minute, taking note of the blush on his face darkening under flashes of light from shops down the road, before slipping her palm through his elbow.

He continued talking, telling her of how he’d been to this shop-and oh! Cassian had the biggest infatuation with that lady looking after that shop.

The shadows continued to sneak up to her, twining with her hair and caressing her back lightly like some sort of a protective lover. They even floated by towards the hand she wasn’t holding Azriel’s arm with and slithered in between the fingers, their touch light and barely tangible, but still very much there.

Azriel slowed down while she glanced down at the shadow climbing up and under her sleeve, looking at a nearby shop. "Have you ever tried ice-cream?"

It was a treat that had recently become popular from summer court and spread like wildfire throughout prythian. With good reason too.

Y/n followed his gaze to a pink coloured shop with striped red and white interior. The seats inside were over exaggerated blue and purple colour and entirely too large to be anything but for attracting people.

She nodded. "A couple of times."

He fumbled for a moment before clearing his throat. "Would you be interested-"

"Yes."

She had already begun walking towards the shop, carefully manoeuvring so as not to bump into anyone. Azriel hurried to keep pace, and Y/n smiled to herself, turning her head away from him to make sure he didn’t see it.

"Which flavour would you like?" He questioned once the two were inside, gaze fixed on the plethora of flavours displayed under the glass case. Y/n did not even have to consider after she saw her favourite flavour.

"Mint chocolate."

He blinked, lifting his head to look at her in surprise. "You like mint?"

Y/n gave him an unamused look. "What, are you going to lecture me about how it tastes disgusting?"

His cheeks darkened and he shook his head, hurriedly proceeding to explain. "No- no, I was just curious. I’ve never tried it, but Rhysand once said it tastes weird, so I was surprised you liked it-" he took a deep breath, his eyes wide as he stared at her.

Y/n’s lips quirked to the side. "Your high lord doesn’t have very good taste then."

Azriel only huffed, contrary to what Y/n expected, and gave their orders to the worker who stood behind the counter. Y/n only watched him, her eyes following his every move as he talked and took the treats from the worker, as he turned, his gaze instantly searching for her and meeting hers as she stood against a far wall.

Even his eyes seemed to smile as he made his way over to hand her the mint chocolate.

To make conversation- and also to make some effort herself, seeing as he had been trying to keep her engaged and entertained the whole evening- Y/n curiously peeked at his hand. "What did you get?"

He smiled. "Chocolate."

Y/n hummed, picking up her spoon and scooping up a small amount of ice cream into her mouth, relishing the sweetness before turning back to him and extending her cup towards him.

"You can try if you want."

He coughed, choking on his ice cream before shaking his head so vigorously to the point Y/n was concerned he’d sprain his neck. "No no, it’s alright."

Y/n stared at him for a long moment, bored, until he reluctantly dipped his spoon into her cup and tasted the divine gift from god that was mint chocolate. His eyebrows rose imperceptibly, and he glanced down at his spoon before looking at Y/n.

"It’s good."

She shrugged. "I know. I don’t get why some people don’t like it. I guess they just hate good things."

"I might just get obsessed with it." He laughed under his breath before shoving another spoonful of his own ice cream into his mouth. She offered to share their ice creams, and he refused at first but after seeing that she really was serious, he agreed. The two ate in silence, staring out of the glass floor to ceiling window, letting quiet settle between them.

His presence was calming, comforting as no one else’s was. Y/n felt safe, like the world could be going into destruction but their little corner in this ice cream shop, with him, would be protected. It made Y/n question if she was thinking too much with her heart.

Feeling his gaze on her, Y/n glanced at Azriel twice, but each time, he was looking elsewhere.

It made her cheeks heat for reasons she couldn’t figure out.

Too soon, the sweet treat was finished, and it was time to part ways. Despite that, as Y/n and Azriel stood in front of her apartment after he had walked her home, she did not want to leave. It was so unlike her, so foreign to feel that way, but she, surprisingly, loved it.

But maybe unfamiliar things are good for you, or however those sayings go.

Azriel’s head was bowed as he toed at the grey stones of the pathway, his neck and ears flushed. He refused to look into her eyes for more than a moment, so shy Y/n wondered if she was playing the intimidating and brooding bookstore owner role too well.

Finally, after she couldn’t handle the silence and his nervous neck scratches anymore, she spoke.

"So, same time tomorrow?" He looked up, wide eyed. She scoffed.  "What? I didn’t think you told me all about your ancestry and your family’s personal lives just to have ice cream with me for one day. Did you?"

He cleared his throat. "Are you sure?"

Y/n raised a brow, trying her best to not let her lips lift in a smile. "Well, are you?"

He nodded quickly, something like hope beginning to glow in his hazel eyes.

They’re pretty, Y/n thought to herself.

She turned away, before pausing and looking at him again. His smile remained unwavering the longer she stared at him.

But the smile did vanish once she rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips gently against his cheek. She smirked to herself, proud of her accomplishments, and then left him standing in the snow.

She couldn’t wait to have more ice cream with him.

She was almost… excited, to see where this path would lead to.

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[taegularities]

A date???? Omgggg I'M HEREEEE, YEAAAAHHHH, IT'S HAPPENING!!!

IT'S ON ITS WAYYYYY 🥳 i'm going to take my time with the chapter, but still try to finish it up hopefully soon. and will then let y'all know the drop date! don't wanna rush it and reveal it too soon, so i don't disappoint anyone, BUT IT'S COMING!!!!! 🗣️

[thelov3lybookworm]

Delusions?

Summary: New guard duties and a free eye candy

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Word Count: 888 (heheh)

Warnings: none <3

A/n: honestly idk why this took me this long to write 🥲 BUT IT IS FINALLY HEREEEE🥳based on this request <3

anyways, enjoyyyy!!

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"Y/n?"

She paused, the rag in her hand stilling on her shining blade as she looked up, brows furrowed. The voice of the male sent shivers down her spine.

In a good way, she thought.

Her section leader walked over to the tall male who stood over the ground entrance like a menacing gargoyle with a mission. He wore his cloak’s hood low over his eyes, and his head tilted downwards to talk to the captain. She decided it was best she packed up the cleaning supplies before she had to leave.

At least, that was what she was guessing.

It took her a few moments to throw the rag into a bin and put away oils and cleaners, then return to the captain, who walked over to her.

Being one of his best soldiers, she found it pride worthy that he knew her name even. Most section leaders didn’t bother with soldier’s names unless they were sure they wouldn’t die during a fight. Makes it better for the conscience, Y/n assumed.

"You up for a guard position, girl?" He questioned as soon as she was within hearing distance, and her eyebrows rose.

"Sure, who am I protecting?"

"The Queen sent a summons for you. Think she got the previous guard killed or something. Maybe she’s got a new guest visiting who she wants to take care of." The older man jerked his chin at the male who had called Y/n’s name. "Brute refuses to give more information."

Y/n’s peered over at him, then straightened the moment her eyes landed on his figure. He seemed to be watching her too. She pondered, then shrugged. "Sure, I see no problem."

Her captain grunted. "Don’t get ya’self killed, girl. You’re one of the only good ones here."

Y/n smiled. It was rare to get a compliment from the closed off captain, but when someone did, it was only because they were genuinely good.

She ducked her head. "Thank you, captain. Should I pack my things?"

He waved a hand in the air. "The brute said the queen just wants to talk first, and then if she approves, she will send someone to collect your things."

Y/n nodded, then waited until the captain walked away before making her way towards the male. She felt his gaze on her the entire time.

"You… are Y/n?" Were the first words he uttered as she stepped up to him.

She raised a brow. "Why? You expected a man?"

He shook his head, the hood swaying with the motion. "It’s just… you look a little less fit than what I expected."

Her lips parted in shock. She waited for him to apologise, or something, but he simply turned on his heel and walked away.

Did he expect her to follow him like a dog? She scoffed and dug her feet in, wrapping her arms across her chest and watched him walk away. Only after a long moment did he pause and look back. She could see his stance change even though she couldn’t see his face.

Silent moments passed, and he reluctantly ducked his head, tilting it to gesture to her to follow him. And she did.

The two walked for almost an hour in silence before they reached the palace. Once they were within the walls, he pulled off his hood, and Y/n’s jaw dropped open.

He. Was. Majestic.

She had figured he’d be pretty handsome, considering his height and muscles that already peeked out of his slightly unbuttoned shirt, but she hadn’t expected…this.

The long hair, the sharp jaw, the skin even. It was making Y/n drool.

"Stop staring." He grumbled.

She looked away, clearing her throat and swallowing as blood made its way to her neck. "I-I wasn’t-"

"I can almost see water dripping from your mouth."

"Why, wish it was something else dripping from me?" Y/n countered without thought. When she replayed the words in her head, her whole body flashed cold. She quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide as she watched him turn and stare at her in disbelief.

And maybe Y/n was being delusional, but she could swear his ears looked red.

"Forgive me. I did not mean to overstep."

He said nothing, just paused at a set of wide doors. She could not look away from his muscles, the way they flexed, the way his hair swayed. His hips.

She swallowed again and looked up to see him staring at her, his hand on one of the door’s handles. She figured she had to go inside, but she didn’t want to leave his presence. It was intoxicating, even when he had barely said any words.

"A shame, really."

Y/n blinked, trying to figure out what he meant. And then she realised that he was responding to her apology.

Oh.

Oh.

"I-"

"She’s waiting for you."

Y/n stopped, both grateful and annoyed at the opportunity. Grateful because she knew she would say something stupid if she spoke, and annoyed because she had to look away from the art that he was.

She nodded, then walked inside.

And maybe she was being delusional again, but she could feel his gaze on her back, raking fingers of awareness down her spine.

Just delusional… of course.

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