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[lidiasloca]

why am i not inspired to write fics?! i miss it sm 😔

[lidiasloca]

Hi!!! I cried a lot to Azriel's story "In another life, azriel's waiting" And I do not cry easily...

Can you please make a sequel, a part 2 were they finally meet again?

hello sweets

i'm sorry but i wouldn't do the story any justice with a part two. i really feel the ending is the one and no other. plus, i have no idea how i could continue it (for obvious reasons lol) 😭

but i'm so so soooooo happy u liked it 💗

[lidiasloca]

Oh, oh, oh! I have one! What about that trend lately of telling your s/o that you can’t pay the rent or bills this month and seeing their action? Would love to see it with my love Azriel!

XOXO

will you pay my bills?

azriel x reader

summary: don’t worry, love - azriel always pays for everything you want

“Az,” you mewled from the kitchen, not even turning your back to check if he would come.

And, of course, Azriel was there in an instant. “You said something, love?”

You turned slowly, leaning on the countertop as you eyed him helplessly. He took in your desperate face and closed the distance swiftly. “What is it?”

“I… I have something to ask you…” Gods—were you a good actress. You had a hard time biting back your smile as you thought about the face Nesta would make when you explained this to her.

Az’s face couldn’t hide the worry—the utter, unconditional love he felt for you. And because you loved him all the same, you couldn’t bear making him suffer any longer with your sad pout and helpless doe eyes.

You nestled into the sudden warmth of his hand on your cheek only for a bit, quickly forcing yourself to move back and look into his eyes. Now was the real acting challenge.

“Az… I can’t pay my bills this month.”

First came his confusion. He dropped his arm, taking away the warmth of his hand to brush his hair back, still looking at you with a frown. “What did you say?”

“I can’t pay my bills this month.”

“What do you mean you can’t pay your bills this month?” He marked the last bit with a childish tone.

But you wouldn’t back down. “I can’t.”

“Y/N…” he breathed, and you caught a hint of a smile on his lips. “You never have to pay for your bills.”

You tried hard to suffocate your rising chuckle. And failed. But you continued your game nonetheless. “Az, it’s not funny—”

“You’re the one laughing, love.”

“Hush. It’s not funny. I can’t pay my bills, Az. I spent all my money on… lingerie.”

Azriel’s smile finally bloomed into a devilish beam. He took one final step, cornering you against the countertop, his arms resting on either side of you.

“You spent all your money on lingerie?” he asked, pretending shock.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the feigned surprise on his face, such a contrast to his usual cool features. Only you got to see the shadowsinger so unworried, so childish.

You reached your thumb up to caress the frown on his brow. “I did...” you cried.

He smiled as he gently took your hand away from his face and held it to his chest. “My love, I am the one who pays your bills. Always.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing again. “Oh… it’s true,” you whispered. “Now I remember.”

He nodded, squeezing your hand. “And you should remember too,” he whispered into your ear. “That I am to pay for everything you desire. Everything you want. Lingerie included.”

“Oh…” you said again, feeling goosebumps rise on your neck at the warm breath fanning it. “So I spent all my money for nothing?”

“Well, you shouldn’t have spent it yourself. But that doesn’t mean it was for nothing.” You then felt his hand let go of yours, only to trail paths on your waist. “We can make use of that lingerie you bought.”

“But will you pay my bills?” you asked, unable to hold back your smile.

He smirked, shaking his head in disbelief. “What a spoiled mate I have.”

a/n: i am back. hello. HELLOOOOOOOO I MISSED THIS I MISSED YOU HELLO HOLA HELLO!!!!! I LOVE LIFE!!

[lidiasloca]

babes, is everything fine? you havent been active lately, kinda getting worried. Sending lots of love your way 💗💗💗

oh my love thanku, amor 💓💓

i am alive which is always more than enough, but i’ve been very busy and with some troubles in my mind, so i didn’t really have the energy to write. but i do miss writing sm - hopefully i’ll post something here by march (i’d like to say february but lets’s start chill haha)

and thanku for asking my love! i send u love and love and more love 💕

[lidiasloca]

nessian dynamics

nesta x cassian (on vacation) blurb

By the time I got close enough to touch, the sight of her had already drowned the sound of the waves. Nesta lay on the beige couch, dry and wet, calm and troubled all the same. I glanced at the ocean nearby. She was the only female on earth who made a better view next to the infinite waters of the Summer Court.

“What?” she mumbled, her lips grazing the pillow. I could finally meet her silver eyes when she granted me the sight of her sleepy face, prompting herself up. “What?”

“Nothing,” I smiled.

I could’ve sworn her eyes drifted to my mouth, to the beam held there. Then it was gone - the momentary awe in her half-lidded eyes vanished. “Then don’t stare, will you.”

A second passed, only silence and staring. 

Then I chuckled and I sat beside her, taking her in my arms despite the annoyance in her frown. “As you wish, Nes.”

-characters by sarah j maas

a/n: just this little something i wrote today. i am also working on your requests, but it's taking me a while bc i am busy lately. so.... yeah. that's that. have a good day, and life hihihihihi. XO!

[lidiasloca]

heyy babygurl, are u working on something rn?

on myself

pd: also, my babygurl, on an azriel x reader fic 😛

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fuck yeeeah

THANKUU 🫶🎀

[lidiasloca]

800 followers!! what??!

THANK YOU 🫶💓

i send u all a hug as i now go watch Dead Poets Society and cry…. (thanku again! 💕)

ps: eight hundred AND one followers - let’s not forget 🧌😛

ps 2: you are being so kind with my last fics i- 😭

thanku for reading 💞

[lidiasloca]

hi!! can you write Azriel x reader (established mates) where reader is worried Azriel only wants to be with her because they're mates but in reality he's been in love with her for centuries but thought he didn't deserve her or something like that. maybe angsty at first because she's kinda avoiding him but with happy ending please and thanks :')

is it love, or just the fear of loneliness?

azriel x reader

summary: Is Azriel’s love for you born from only the mating bond that he was always so desperate for—or was his love always there, hidden beneath the surface? As doubts rise, only he can reveal the truth.

You were on your second refill when you realized Rhys and Cassian had drunk the rest of the bottles themselves.

“I mean,” the High Lord started, already laughing at his story. “I mean—”

“What do you mean, Rhys?” Feyre asked, watching her mate stomach the influence of the wine.

“I mean,” he tried yet again, but his laughter kept interrupting.

Cassian was chuckling as he eyed him with half-closed eyes. “Finish the sentence, brother.”

“I’m trying,” he laughed, now looking at you. Then to Azriel at your side, whose face lay freely joyful.

“I mean, do you remember,” he asked Cassian, “how all Azriel could talk about was having a mate?”

You could feel through the bond the quiet embarrassment of your mate.

But they didn’t, so Cass continued. “Oh—yes. He was desperate.”

“I want a mate? When will I find a mate? Where is she?” Cassian imitated with a stupid voice.

Feyre’s little giggle wasn’t half of the hysterical roars of the Illyrians. However, Az, instead of laughing, gave you a quick shy glance.

Rhysand had a hand on his stomach as he continued laughing with no end. Feyre gave you and Azriel an apologetic look. “Rhys, you are very drunk, my love.”

But Rhys’s eyes widened with a thought. “Do you remember—do you remember when Azriel got drunk?”

Cassian's grin only grew. “Oh, gods. It got even worse.”

“I want a maaaaate,” Rhys drawled, his imitating voice even worse than Cass’s. “Where is sheeeee?”

You couldn’t help but snort, trying to catch Azriel’s eyes. When he didn’t let you meet his gaze, you shifted your attention to your ring, instinctively rolling it. 

“Alright, that’s enough for tonight,” Feyre said softly when Rhys tried to gulp down another glass of wine.

“What do you mean? We're just getting started,” Cass said, then turned to you. “Y/N, you don’t know how much we owe you.”

“Yeah,” Rhys nodded. “I don’t think I could’ve listened to one more hour of Azriel begging for a mate.”

At least now, Azriel was smiling faintly, as if remembering. As if grateful.

But something in your chest… pained.

You suddenly felt it difficult to get air into your lungs, as if you were falling from great heights. 

He was desperate for a mate.

You never let your mind linger there for too long, it always hurt too much. You were scared of what you might grow to believe if you looked at the puzzle pieces for too long.

Desperate.

“I think I’m going to sleep.” The words spilled out before you could muster a believable tone. “Good night,” you said as you rose, not daring to look back at your mate’s face as you headed to your room.

Trying to make no noise, you slowly closed the door of your room and leaned your back on it.

The questions in your head were far too swift for you to dodge them.

What if that was all you were to Azriel? His mate?

Did he only want you because of the bond?

Because he finally found what he was desperate to find? Not necessarily love—but a mate.

‘He was desperate.’

You and Azriel had known each other for many years, and Azriel had barely noticed your existence.

You even believed he avoided you.

He never spoke to you, never looked at you for too long… until the bond snapped for you both at the same time.

And then, and only then, had you found the bravery to get to know him, even asking him out yourself.

Then, and only then, had he started to grow interested in you.

Everything… everything was just because of the mating bond.

A light knock sounded, startling you enough to take a step away from the door.

“It’s me,” the voice said. Azriel’s voice.

Not now. Not now.

You quickly wiped the tears from your face and took a deep breath.

You found that worried look on your mate when you opened the door, and it made it an effort not to cry again.

“The party is over?” you asked, trying to sound somewhat calm.

“I… I’m here to see if you are alright.”

You made yourself breathe before you fainted. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You left,” he said as he came inside the room. “You seemed… sad.”

You closed the door and watched as he silently awaited your answer. It didn’t come.

Azriel took a step, leaving no safe space between you. One deep breath and your skin would brush his.

“Tell me, love. What is it?”

You shook your head.

“Is it… is it about what they said? About me?”

You didn’t say anything. But you didn’t shake your head either, so he took that as a yes.

There was something wary in his eyes as he asked, “About the mate thing?”

You felt dizzy, like you were falling from a cliff.

You had to hold on to somehting.

You tentatively took his index finger between your fingers, making him look down at where your hands joined. A faint smile bloomed on his worried face. “Are you mad at me about it?”

“No,” you murmured. “Not mad.”

“Then?” he urged, moving his other hand to cup your cheek. “You… you feel so quiet on the other side of the bond… I can almost not feel you at all.”

You met his eyes, saying sorry over and over through the sad colors on yours.

“I just,” you breathed. “I just thought about what they said, that you were desperate. And it made me think if maybe… if maybe you only wanted me because I am your mate. Not because—” You had to look away from his face. “You love me.”

Azriel’s long moment of silence was torture, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything else.

At last, he spoke. “Y/N, look at me. Please. Look at me, my love.”

You did, even when you felt another tear slipping down your cheek. He gently wiped it away.

“I love you. I need you to know that. I love you more than anything in this world. And I don’t love you because you are my mate.” More tears rolled down, yet these were not sad. “I’ve loved you long before I knew you were my mate.”

Your mouth opened partly at his confession, yet you didn’t know what to say.

He understood your confusion and further explained. “I did, Y/N. For so long, I loved you from a distance. From the moment I first met you, and you spoke—not to me, but… just hearing your sweet voice, I realized I was going to fall for you.”

“What?” you whispered low enough you weren’t sure he had even heard you.

But maybe he did, for he nodded, caressing your cheek with heartbreaking softness. “I thought you would never like me back.”

“But- I thought you disliked me, Azriel.”

His brows furrowed and his hand fell from your face. “Why would you ever think that?”

“Because,” you said. “You never spoke to me. You didn’t even look in my direction. And when you did speak to me, all you said was one word, nothing more.”

A sheepish smile appeared on his face. “Well, I was… shy around you. It wasn’t easy to talk to you, or to stare too long without making a fool of myself, so I tried to avoid both.”

You tried to take in his words, finding it very difficult to digest this new reality.

He had been in love with you… and you hadn’t even noticed.

“Y/N,” he spoke, seriousness lacing his words. “That ring,” he gestured with his chin, and you looked down at the golden band with a diamond on your finger. “I…”

“You what?”

“This is embarrassing,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “I bought that ring the very first day I met you.”

You were pinned in place, failing to even breathe or blink.

“What?” It seemed like the only word you knew.

“It’s both romantic and psychotic, I know,” he smiled.

You inhaled deeply, meeting his gaze. “You knew? You truly knew it was…”

“You?” he finished. “Yes.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the sincerity in his words. Azriel pulled you gently into his arms as you let the warmth of him embrace you.

It was no more than a whisper, yet you heard him murmur against your temple, “From the very first moment, I knew, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes, finally accepting the fall.

-Charcaters by Sarah J Maas

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a/n: what is this thing with your titles being a question, lidia? mmmm, 🤷‍♀️. anyway, hope you like this one, thanks for the request. and have a wonderfull 2025!!

[lidiasloca]

i mean, i usually have my fics with the request at the top, and think that's enough, but maybe nobody really reads that and it's better to have a real summary on the fic. I'd love to know your thoughs 💕

ps: posting today an azriel fic yeeeeeeeeees.

[lidiasloca]

hello!! I was wondering if you could write an azriel x reader fic where they've been best friends for centuries and one day the bond snapped for her. And she starts to avoid him because she thinks he doesn't love her so she doesn't show up to things they usually do together and whatnot (or however you want to put it!) but meanwhile Azriel is going crazy because he misses her and has been in love with her for years and then he confronts her and the bond snaps for him as well!! sorry if it's too long hahah but thanks

is it chill that you are in my head?

azriel x reader

friends to lovers

It was curious to think that no matter the strength you applied, no hit you made would ever hurt Azriel.

Yet, the Illyrian seemed intensely determined not to let you get to even touch him.

“Where’s your mind?” he asked as he dodged yet another hit. You took, at least, a bit of pride in his breathless voice.

You also took pride in how much you had made him sweat already, but you didn’t let your thoughts linger there too much—your eyes, neither.

“In trying to hit you.”

“Well, isn’t it frustrating you won’t satisfy your mind?”

“You get cocky—I’ll hit you down there,” you threatened, taking in his amused grin.

“There you can get?” he questioned as he circled you.

You held your fists up, following his eyes as he eyed you like a vulture. “You don’t want to find out.”

“I don’t,” he replied, just as you went to hit him.

He dodged it effortlessly.

And even had time, as you retracted your arm, to take it and pull you toward him, unbalancing you until you fell onto his torso.

As he prevented you from the fall he himself had caused, you found yourself close enough to his body to make out the intention written on his face.

A threat for a threat, you realized as you stared at those deep hazel eyes.

His face lacked any sympathy as he spoke, his voice death and sensuality all in the same honeyed spoon. “Don’t make threats you cannot back up, love.”

Your breath caught at the darkness that surrounded you. The darkness that you faced when you had his lips so close to yours, his eyes so focused on you.

Azriel was that: darkness. Both the dark that scared you as a child and the dark that now let you dream of him without guilt in the depths of the night.

“You’re right. No more threats,” you breathed as you drove your knee upward—

His hand was steel against the futile force of your movement. And a mocking grin on his lips was all you could think about due to the roaring in your ears.

Bastard.

The knee you were going to use to teach him a lesson was held in place with his right hand, which now moved down, and down until it found a place on the back of your thigh. He urged you nearer him.

Close enough. Until your surroundings vanished and you could only see his face, his never-faltering smirk when you made it so easy for him to mock you.

This was the Azriel you had only for yourself.

Not polite shyness, or quiet kindness.

But darkness.

All of it—all of him. Darkness.

Everything, but his eyes.

While you liked to have this flirtatious, dangerous Azriel—which you both called friendship—you still found yourself fantasizing about the light in his eyes and how soft they were, how romantic and intimate, and everything that he shouldn’t feel like.

Where all of him was dark, his eyes were golden.

Lightness.

Like a thread that led you through deeper parts of him, of his soul.

Too intimate.

You let out a long exhale. “I’m not in the mood,” you mumbled.

And it broke your heart the way he immediately released you. How gently he let go of you as a flash of… pain painted his eyes.

Then it was gone in a blink. And that smirk found its way to his face again. “I make you exhausted quite fast.”

“Mhmm,” was all you could mutter as you watched him—those eyes.

That thread.

What was that?

He held your stare with a bit of confused amusement. “What do you find so interesting?” he smiled.

You took all your bravery… and a step, and another, until you were back where you started: looking deep into his eyes, close enough to feel his breath on your face.

He didn’t dodge this time. And neither did he smirk as you placed both of your hands on his face to make him meet your eyes.

Those golden eyes.

There was something in them.

That lightness that guided you through the darkness—his darkness.

As a thread.

A gasp broke through you at the realization, at the feeling in your heart—your soul.

You took a step back, your hands sliding away from his face as gently as a wind’s whisper.

He eyed you worriedly, taking a step toward you as you kept walking away.

“What?” he asked, finally that mask off his face.

But you couldn’t bear the sight of his eyes again. The feel of that thread.

M-

“What is it?” he asked, desperation lacing his words.

Ma…

“Y/N?” he pleaded.

Mate.

You winnowed away before he could pronounce another word.

…

You knew hiding was not the solution. You knew you would have to face him eventually—he was one of your closest friends after all, yet…

“I cannot do it. I cannot see him.”

Another of your closest friends was there to make you think logically.

“Y/N,” Nesta said, taking a seat on the couch in your bedroom. “You’ve been hiding here for almost a month. You can’t hide from him forever. He’s your—”

“Don’t say it,” you cut in, despite how stupidly childish it made you sound.

Nesta exhaled as if indeed, you were acting stupidly childish. “Mate? You cannot hear the word mate?”

There was a tinge of mocking in her tone that made you meet her eyes with fury in yours. “It’s very easy to look at me and judge me when you don’t know what this feels like.”

“What? Having an Illyrian as my mate?” she asked with a soft smile on her lips, and you knew your friend well—you knew it wasn’t mocking anymore.

Nesta, as if to prove you right, walked toward where you sat on the bed and made herself a place next to you, moving her hand to caress yours like a mother would.

She didn’t say anything, though, so you replied, emotion running your words slowly—unsteady. “You don’t know what it’s like to know your mate… doesn’t want you back.”

“You don’t know if Azriel doesn’t want you back.”

“Yes, I do. I know Azriel.”

“Well, I know him as well. And I know—actually—all the house, and probably all Velaris, knows he likes you. A lot.”

You shook your head.

Nesta went on, “He flirts with you all the time, Y/N. In all honesty, it was about damned time that bond snapped for one of you. It was clear you had something.”

“Exactly: something,” you rectified. “That something, Nesta, is flirting. Flir-ting. Nothing more, nothing else. That’s all he wants from me. Taunting and touching and provoking and friendship. But not love. And most certainly, not a damn mating bond.” You took a staggered breath, not able to meet her eyes anymore. “Not with me.”

Nesta watched you silently, then said, “You don’t know that.”

You shook your head, wiping a tear that slid down your face. “You don’t know either.”

“That’s true,” she replied, handing you a tissue with her free hand as the other drew circles on your wrist. “We won’t know until you ask him.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “So, I just ask him if he wants the mating bond with me? That simple? Thanks, Nesta.”

Her eyes narrowed at you in warning to watch your tone, yet her faint smirk provoked one to bloom on your face. “Yes. It’s that simple.”

“And when he says no?”

She shook her head. “What if he says no,” she corrected you.

Your smile grew just a bit. “What if he says no?” you echoed.

“Then I’ll beat his ass on the training ground. And have Cassian beat him afterward.”

You chuckled lightly, imagining the scene.

But the question appeared in your mind, and you took the courage to ask her.

“And what if he says yes?”

By the warm look in her eyes, you knew she had understood. “It’s a long way to go. But one finally learns to let herself be loved, Y/N.”

And by one, you knew who she meant.

You were grateful that afterward, Nesta and you had a more lighthearted conversation. And when it turned dark outside, Nesta gave you a hug and left your bedroom.

You knew you had to also leave your bedroom at some point and face what awaited outside that comfort.

But love seemed to find you just where you thought you were safe.

“Can I come in?”

It certainly wasn’t Nesta’s voice.

Your hand trembled as you went for the knob and opened the door.

“Can I come in?” Azriel repeated, and you realized long seconds had passed of just you staring, unmoving.

“Yes,” you whispered, letting him through and closing the door.

You had prayed he stayed like that—backward to you, staring outside your window. Anything but have his eyes meet yours.

But he turned to you.

He was even more beautiful than ever, even if you couldn’t help but notice the dark circles around his eyes, his pale lips, or his eyes… almost lifeless.

Like the light had deserted him.

Like the bond had abandoned him… because he didn’t want it.

“It’s been weeks,” he eventually said, and his voice carried enough emotion you had to lean on the door, afraid to crumble to the ground. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“I’ve been busy.”

He took a step closer to you, making you meet his eyes again. “With what?” he demanded.

You weren’t fast enough to make up a lie before he said, “You’ve been avoiding me.” It wasn’t quite a question. “You are mad at me.”

“I’m not.”

“You are,” he muttered, taking another step.

“I’m not, Azriel.”

He stopped his following step at the sound of his name. He looked like he had been slapped, and his face morphed into something unreadable.

“I’m sorry," he murmured.

“What?” you asked, walking towards him when he looked down.

You had to see his face, you had to understand him.

“Whatever I have done. I’m sorry. Forgive me and… be my friend again.”

You stopped in your tracks, not having quite reached him. Friends.

His words both broke and healed your heart. The desperation in them, the vulnerability.

You stared at the selfless male who cherished your friendship in front of you. Maybe you could take that and give up dreaming. Maybe you could convince yourself that friendship was better than nothing, even if it killed you.

“I miss you,” he said, and you decided that was the final blow.

A sob broke through you, raw and desperate, and his expression shifted instantly. He closed the distanced and his hands found your face, those scarred palms trembling as they cupped your cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “Don’t cry, please. I’m sorry.”

Friends.

Mates.

“What are you even sorry for?” you mumbled, shaking your head faintly.

“The last time I saw you - when you got… mad at me, we were doing what we always do. Well, what I always do. That stupid flirting, that… you know. And I know that bothered you. And I’m sorry. I never knew it made you uncomfortable before and… I’m sorry,” he said again. 

You quietly stared at him, at the sadness and guilt in his eyes. “It’s not that it bothers me...” you said because it never had, but maybe now—maybe now it hurt your feelings - but that was because of you. It was not his fault. 

Yet you couldn’t speak your thoughts before he went on. “It does. I saw it in your eyes… like you were disgusted.” His voice cracked. “And it broke my heart, because… I don’t want it either.”

There it was.

The truth you’d been bracing yourself for.

Friends.

That’s all he wanted you to be—a friend.

He took a deep breath, his hands falling away from your face as he stepped back, as if retreating from his own vulnerability. “It’s all a lie, Y/N.”

Your breath hitched.

“I thought that’s what you wanted—the only thing you wanted from me—and I tried to convince myself that I could settle with that. That it would be enough. But…” His gaze locked on yours, piercing and raw. “I can’t.”

“What?” you breathed, your voice barely audible.

“I love you, Y/N.”

The world stopped turning.

“I love you,” he repeated. “And I don’t want to keep pretending I’m okay with only being your friend. I don’t want to keep pretending. I just… I just want you to know that I’ve loved you for so long, I can’t remember what life was before you.”

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.

Mate.

“You love me?” you whispered.

He nodded as a tear ran down his face. 

Another sob tore from you and his hands were on your face again in an instant, pulling you close. “I love you, too,” you murmured, the words spilling out.

And at last, the color returned to his eyes again, hazel-golden shining in the dark room. 

And that was it; the light that you needed, the strength that guided you—that encouraged you to tell him. 

“I am… I am your mate.” 

A beat later you realized you weren’t the one who had spoken. 

-Charcaters by Sarah J Maas

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a/n: thanks for requesting, i hope the fic is of your liking, though i took some liberties in the writing. thanks for your request, love!!

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despite the hatred, despite the love

part three

azriel x reader

summary: the inner circle atends Helion's party to meet his new second in command, and while she seems to be just a beautiful girl, the hatred that Azriel feels for her and displays for everyone to see isn't bought by his brother, who will soon find out there is something more than hate between them... maybe even love.

“Where is he?” she uttered, almost breathless.

‘I flew him to… a healer.”

Y/N could read perfectly through his unsure words, the doubtful look he gave to his High Lady.

“I know about Velaris,” Y/N stated, too far to care about anything other than Azriel. “About Madja.”

Shock settled into Feyre’s face, turning with raised brows to Cassian. “How?” was all she asked when she turned to face her again.

“Azriel told me…”

Confusion and a glint of fear painted the High Lady’s face.

“Feyre,” Y/N spoke calmly, walking closer to her. “I’m no enemy—no threat to the city. Azriel knew that when he told me. He’s…”

A secret for a secret.

Velaris for Azriel and Y/N.

“He’s my mate,” she said at last.

Her mouth fell slightly open, while Cassian stood there—no surprise on his face. Y/N shot him a questioning glance that was answered with a nod. “He told me something. Just before he…”

Got shot.

Rush and fear settled into Y/N’s veins, moving her hand to Feyre’s. “Winnow me to him, please.”

The desperation in her voice made Feyre react as fast as a lightning flash, and within a blink, darkness surrounded the three of them.

…

He can’t be dead.

He can’t.

She’d feel it.

She would. They are mates. She would. Mates…

“Am I?”

“Is this about Helion?”

“Am I?”

Mates. Dead. Dead. Azriel.

“Y/N! Y/N, for fuck’s sake! Do you hear me?”

“I do,” she mumbled, shaking her head slightly as her eyes adjusted to reality. “Where…”

Where are we? Where is he?

She gave herself a moment to breathe, to think and calm her about-to-explode heart. “Where is he?” she finally asked, still slightly breathless.

Cassian had long stopped shaking her shoulders, yet his worry remained. “You are very pale.”

“Are you alright?” Feyre asked, standing next to them. Y/N moved her eyes to her, noticing their new surroundings.

This has to be the House of Wind, she thought, remembering Azriel’s descriptions.

Azriel.

Y/N fought her sickness and straightened her spine, only to make Cassian see he could finally let her go. “Where is he?” she repeated, this time more imposing.

They both moved their eyes to the same place. The same door at the end of the hallway.

That’s where Y/N was walking to immediately, taking one sure step after another, only stopping when her hand was on the knob.

She turned her head to the pair. Her eyes speaking for her—they understood her plea, or at least Cassian did.

Y/N didn’t quite understand why, but at the sight of his approving nod, she was thankful beyond words that they let her have a moment alone with him.

Something that had become so rare.

But it was not a time to think about that—not anymore. Maybe the Cauldron had been mean and wise enough to throw this upon them to make them realize what truly matters the most.

When she closed the door behind her and found the courage to look at Azriel, she only had one thought on her mind.

It wasn’t Helion or that stupid kiss.

It wasn’t the mission or that damn discussion.

Mate. That was what echoed in her mind—mate.

And there he was, lying on a bed with his eyes closed, his scarred hands resting at his sides. He looked so peaceful in his slumber Y/N couldn’t help the rising fear in her gut… dead.

Dead.

Dead.

“Y/N?”

It was so low, a whisper as weak as the wind, yet it was enough to make her crumble.

A sob broke through her as she took a step toward him.

“Y/N?”

“I’m here,” she cried, moving a trembling hand to his face, brushing his black hair away from his pale face.

She still hadn’t peeked at his bandaged wounds closely—she couldn’t. So she just watched his eyes slowly open and meet hers.

A tear slid down his face at the sight of his mate. “You are here,” he echoed, trying to believe it was true.

“Of course I’m here, Azriel.”

“I thought,” he murmured, squeezing her hand with his. “I thought you might hate me.”

“Hate you?” she cried as another sob broke from her. “Azriel, never. I love you—more than anything.”

He closed his eyes, more tears wetting his face. “I thought…” A sob from him made her lean closer to her mate. “When I got shot, I thought I would never see you again. I thought I would die with you hating me.”

“Azriel,” she wept, words running from her.

“But I didn’t die. And now I know—we cannot go on like this, Y/N. I don’t want to keep it secret. I hate risking you—letting everyone know you are my mate. But… I just don’t want to keep it a secret anymore. I can’t.”

“I know…” she mumbled. “I know. I don’t want it either.”

“I want,” he continued. “I want my family to know. I want my mother to know. I want… Helion to know.” He let out a short chuckle, making Y/N smile faintly, looking deep into his eyes. “And… I don’t want to fight anymore about the missions…”

“Az,” she started, but he silenced her sweetly with his hand moving to her face to caress her cheek.

“No more dangerous missions. Only spying.” At her incredulous face, he added with a loving smile. “I promise.”

“Really?” she cried, not able to stop the tears.

“Turns out death teaches you loads,” he mused.

She shook her head with a smile. “You didn’t die, you fool.”

A silent moment passed as his longing eyes met her soul. “But it came so close… close enough to realize what I live for.”

She moved to hug him, not able to utter a word. “Come here,” Azriel urged, gesturing to the space left in his bed.

She obliged, crawling gently to his side. Face hidden in his neck, he found a place for his hands on her waist and back, his strokes lulling her to sleep.

“How did you get here so fast?” he found himself asking once he felt her breathing was calmer, her beating heart more rhythmic.

“Cassian came to tell me and Feyre directly. Does he… know?”

She felt him nod, his chin grazing her head. “He’s a busybody—it was a matter of time before he found out.”

At that, Y/N smiled widely. “He is. But I am thankful he knew and came directly.”

“So, he flew you two here himself?”

“Feyre winnowed us.”

Azriel quickly looked down, searching her eyes. “What? You, Y/N, let yourself be winnowed?”

“Yes,” she smiled, hitting him softly on his good arm. “I did.”

“Y/N, you cannot bear winnowing,” he replied plainly, shock still alive in his eyes.

“I did it for love, fool.”

He beamed widely, taking in her words as he leaned in to kiss her forehead sweetly. “I love you, Y/N.”

She smiled contentedly, letting silence unfold upon them.

But the question made its way through her. “What did the healer say, Az?”

“I’ll be alright,” he said, and it sounded more like a promise than a truth.

She nodded all the same, trying to focus only on his warmth, his sweet embrace—not his wounds, or the redness in his eyes from the tears.

It was a very beautiful promise whatsoever. 

“We’ll be alright.”

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despite the hatred, despite the love

part two

azriel x reader

summary: the inner circle atends Helion's party to meet his new second in command, and while she seems to be just a beautiful girl, the hatred that Azriel feels for her and displays for everyone to see isn't bought by his brother, who will soon find out there is something more than hate between them... maybe even love.

Time stopped.

The sound of the hit still reverberated through the silent terrace.

Then it rushed. Helion was the first to move. Smirk gone, he hurried to them, standing in front of her second-in-command, as if protecting her from Azriel’s responding hit.

Rhysand was there in an instant, anger in his eyes at the insult that assumption meant for his brother.

As the High Lady, Cassian stood there unmoving, trying to make sense of this... puzzle.

He had recently thought the thing they had was... love.

Cassian shook his head and finally willed his legs to move, but the moment he took his first step, Azriel started walking as well.

He only shared a quick glance at Y/N before he, once again, walked away, crossing paths with Cassian.

The general decided to stop him the moment he walked past, but at the sight of a subtle smirk on his brother’s face, he couldn’t bring himself to do anything but stop in his tracks, throwing an incredulous look at Rhysand.

He is heading to seek the traitor. To complete the mission, Rhys mind-spoke to him.

Cassian’s confusion quickly morphed into anger upon hearing those words echo in his mind.

Azriel, his brother, was always willing to get himself killed in dangerous missions—all so he could go alone, so he carried the burden all by himself.

The general spared one glance at Rhysand before following Azriel into the dark of the night.

Had he not been so blinded by anger, Cassian might have seen the swift steps Y/N took upon seeing him follow the shadowsinger.

He might have seen the worry on her face.

…

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No, Cassian.”

“Yes, Azriel.”

The shadowsinger pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing loudly.

Cass bit back the remark he had between his smirking lips for the sake of his brother's health.

Instead, he said plainly, looking around him, “Look. I don’t want you to do this alone. It’s dangerous. And we’re already here. There’s little you can do about it now.”

“I can make you fly back where you came from.”

Cassian huffed a laugh, though a bit of anger still burned in his chest. “Don’t be a pain in the ass, brother.”

His answer was a raised brow that looked very much like, ‘I’m the pain in the ass?’

“So,” he joined his hands together, stepping towards Az. “What do we do now?”

Azriel exhaled again before he explained, “We find the traitors.” Cassian’s smirk faltered at the sight of those murderous eyes. “And then we kill them.”

A tight nod was his answer. And with that settled, the spymaster turned and headed—

“Wha—where are you going?”

Cassian was rapidly behind him, following him like a dog.

“There,” was his evident reply.

Cassian resisted the urge to knock his stubborn brother to the ground and slap that stupidity out of him.

Slap.

Cassian didn’t know whether to laugh or ask about what he had seen.

The slap. And the almost-kiss, not to forget.

“What?” Azriel snapped. Not entirely a question, but more of a quiet command to answer for what their shadows had seen in Cassian’s face.

“Nothing.”

And so Azriel didn’t push. He was rather busy watching their surroundings, taking careful step after step.

But Cassian’s mind did push him. “She slapped you,” was all he said.

He could’ve sworn Azriel stopped—his heartbeat, his moving legs, his breathing chest. Everything stopped.

But he so quickly resumed his walking that it was hard to tell if Cass had imagined it.

He tried again. “But she was going to kiss you. She was going to kiss you,” he added, almost talking to himself.

Azriel still didn’t speak a word.

“Az? Are you going to say nothing?”

Azriel loosened a breath, finally stopping his steps to face his brother. “I—we have to focus, Cassian. This is important. The mission.”

“Sometimes I think the only thing you deem important are the missions.”

Hurt rose in Azriel’s eyes, but it was gone in a blink. “You know that’s not true.”

Cassian shook his head. “I don’t know what’s true about you anymore, Az.”

“Why do you say that?”

A silent moment unfolded—drowned them. Then, “Az, I know what that look meant. I’ve seen it before. And I want to know… I want you to tell me—”

But Cassian didn’t know what to ask exactly.

He wanted answers, but he didn’t have questions. He only had a feeling. Something deep inside him connected to his brother, that made a bridge between the two, told him there was more to it.

And because his brother had been a quiet male all his life, Cassian had learned to listen through that silent connection very acutely.

“You love her?”

Cassian knew the moment those words left his lips, the moment Azriel’s face seemed to crumble, he knew that had been the right question.

“Do you love Y/N, Az?”

Azriel’s face, for the first time, was an open book of his heart. “How—how do you know?” he breathed.

Cassian didn’t have time to take in his words—his confession—before he said, “Nesta looked at me the same way.”

Azriel was silent for a long moment. At last, he murmured, “I love her.”

Cassian finally had the worldly confession. But as he had thought relief would wash over him, it was worry that did.

“Then why do you… act like that, like you hate each other? Or the slap?”

Azriel looked up to the sky thoughtfully, as if the answers were there. “We don’t hate each other. We… fought. She’s mad at me. And I was with her. I…”

“You what?”

“I made a mistake,” he said, meeting his eyes. “More than once. I did everything wrong. Everything.”

“That’s why she slapped you?”

Az let out a humorless laugh, yet there was amusement in his eyes.

“That,” he said. “Was a performance. She surely enjoyed it nonetheless. But it was a performance.”

“Az,” Cassian breathed, showing his palms to him. “What are you talking about?”

Azriel met his confused eyes with a chuckle. “I will explain everything. I promise. But after the mission.”

Cassian followed the shadowsinger’s resumed steps. “Everything?”

“Everything,” Az promised. “But for now, know this: I love her.”

Cassian couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face, how happy he felt for his brother.

The question rose. “Do you think… Do you think she could be your mate?”

Azriel smiled. And as he opened his mouth to reply, an arrow pierced through his arm.

And another one, through his chest.

…

Y/N sat rigidly on the couch. In front of her, Feyre studied her subtly—or at least, that’s what she thought.

“What do you find so interesting?” she asked, mustering a fun tone so it didn’t come off as insulting.

The High Lady’s eyebrows rose, but she schooled her face into amusement. “You’ve got some spymaster skills in you, indeed.”

At that, Y/N couldn’t even bring herself to smile.

Spymaster skills.

Unwillingly, memories were evoked in her mind. Slapped her, ironically, one by one.

“You decided for the both of us. You don’t even let me have a say in this,” you’d said, already feeling tears well in your eyes.

“It’s my mission, Y/N,” Azriel had said plainly.

You had shaken your head, failing to recognize the male in front of you. “But you are my mate,” your voice broke on the final word.

“Am I?” he had whispered, as if he had known speaking the words louder would have shattered your heart.

They would’ve.

You took a ragged breath, trying to morph your sadness into anger. “Is this about Helion? You are mad because he kissed me on the cheek? Is that it?”

“Don’t take me for a fool, Y/N. He touches you all the time, he kisses you, he—”

“That doesn’t give you any right to insult me.”

“I was angry. And you… you were letting him touch you like—”

“Like what?!”

“I’m sorry.”

He’s sorry.

“Y/N?” She turned to her voice—Feyre’s.

“What?”

By the sympathetic look on her face, Y/N guessed Feyre might have known where her mind had gone.

“I asked you why… well—what happened back then? With Azriel?”

Y/N stayed silent long enough for Feyre to accept she wouldn’t get an answer.

But, at last, the girl spoke. “A mistake.”

The High Lady nodded, not sure what she meant. “Slapping him?”

“No,” Y/N replied, not meeting her gaze as she reminisced. “Letting him go—”

“Y/N!” They both turned instantly to the yelling voice. Cassian.

The general hurried with difficulty toward them until they both could make out the blood—but no wounds.

They were both next to him instantly.

“Y/N,” he breathed, looking deep into her eyes.

And she knew.

Y/N’s lips trembled as he spoke the words she most feared.

“It’s Azriel.”

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despite the hatred, despite the love

part one

azriel x reader

summary: the inner circle atends Helion's party to meet his new second in command, and while she seems to be just a beautiful girl, the hatred that Azriel feels for her and displays for everyone to see isn't bought by his brother, who will soon find out there is something more than hate between them... maybe even love.

Helion’s speech was at its end, and yet… no sight of Y/N.

Azriel shifted on his feet, scanning the party room. Cassian noticed and walked over to his brother, ready to try to break through his enigmatic demeanor—or laugh at him. Both worked for the Illyrian warrior.

“Who are you looking for, Az?” He clasped a hand on his tense shoulder, making him step forward to balance himself, both from the force of the gesture and from the disruption of the bubble he had been isolating himself in.

Azriel coughed. “No one.”

Cassian didn’t buy it—not one bit. But he knew there was no way of getting through Azriel’s thoughts unless it came willingly from him.

So he changed the subject. “Y/N. I’ve heard she’s quite the beauty.” Azriel quickly turned to face him.

“What?”Cass laughed. “If she’s being promoted to second-in-command—Helion’s second-in-command—she must be incredibly beautiful.”

“Maybe it’s not about her beauty. Maybe it’s because she’s simply good at politics,” Azriel explained plainly.

“Azriel,” Cassian snapped between chuckles. “It’s Helion we’re talking about.”

As if summoned, the High Lord of the Day Court appeared, a cocky grin on his face. “I wasn’t aware my favorite Illyrian warriors were fond of gossip.”

“We’re not,” Azriel hissed.

Helion’s smile only grew, eyeing his favorite male in the room. “Someone’s ruder than usual—it turns me on, not going to lie.”

“Is there anything that doesn’t turn you on?” Cassian inquired, making Helion finally detach his eyes from the handsome Shadowsinger.

The Lord of Bloodshed wasn’t a bad sight either. Not at all.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Helion, will you stop looking at me as if I were food? I enjoyed it some years ago, but now, let me tell you… it makes me feel a bit objectified.”

At that, Azriel finally turned his full attention to them, a faint smile playing on his amused face.

The High Lord huffed a laugh. “Well, let me tell you, Commander, I wouldn’t even notice you, had my beautiful second-in-command gifted us with her ethereal presence.”

Cassian’s eyes sought his brother’s, silently saying, I told you so.

But he didn’t find them. The Shadowsinger was looking elsewhere. Looking at someone else.

Cassian’s lips parted in surprise when he found what his brother beheld.

“Exactly,” Helion beamed, following their eyes to the girl walking down the stairs. “Y/N.”

Azriel was the most lost of them all. If anyone asked, he’d justify his piercing stare, his fixated gaze, his slightly parted lips, and the subtle tremor of his jaw as part of his skills—his excruciatingly detailed memory, trained to notice every nuance.

The way her midnight-blue dress flowed.

The graceful curve of her creamy neck, rising and falling with each breath.

Her lips parting. 

Her eyes shifting—watching there, glancing here, and finally meeting his.

Azriel’s gaze locked with hers.

For a moment, it was just the two of them in the room as Y/N walked toward your High Lord, still not looking away.

“Hello, beautiful. Over here,” Helion called, making her look. 

And she was back in reality. At this party. With people all around, not only Azriel.

“Hello,” Y/N smiled, moving to facilitate the kiss Helion placed on her cheek. She caught a glance of Azriel’s dangerous eyes, following every move the High Lord made.

“Congratulations, my darling,” Helion said, patting her shoulder.

She nodded in thanks, now noticing the other male around you.

“I’m Cassian,” he said. “Commander of Rhysand’s armies.” He gestured with his chin to a male talking to some people not too far away—his High Lord.

She met his eyes again. “I’m Y/N, spymast—” She cut herself off, quickly realizing. “Second-in-command of the Day Court.”

“Well, that I know,” Cassian laughed. “That’s what this party is all about.”

Flush rose on her cheeks, and she added, if only to make them forget how stupidly she was behaving, “Didn’t Helion tell you this was just another one of his excuses to have a party?”

At that, Helion placed a gentle hand on your waist, pinching.

He and Cassian laughed. Azriel didn’t, glaring at the hand now falling to Y/N's waist.

“No, he didn’t,” the spymaster cut in. “Maybe he was too busy being under the sheets with his second-in-command.”

Y/N's breath caught, and Helion stilled at the murderous tone.

Her eyes blazed with fire, piercing through the Shadowsinger. Were it not for her learned diplomacy, she might have leaped toward him without hesitation.

“Azriel,” Cassian warned—even he was surprised.

“It’s okay,” Y/N said, venom lacing her words. “He’s probably bitter I got promoted, and he has to continue killing and torturing for a living.”

Then silence. Cassian and Helion stared silently, conscious of the tension.

“Y/N!” The High Lady appeared at her side, linking elbows with her High Lord.

Saved by the bell.

Y/N's eyes still glared at the Shadowsinger as she greeted her back. Now everyone’s eyes were on the two.

“So…” Rhysand gulped, his eyes darting between Y/N and Azriel. “What have we missed?”

“Nothing new,” Helion said.

“Oh,” Cassian breathed, putting the pieces together. “So you already knew each other?”

Azriel was silent, so Y/N made herself speak. “Back from when we both were spymasters. We ran into each other often enough that we started getting to know one another.”

It didn’t go unnoticed—the long glance Y/N aimed at Azriel.

He didn’t meet your eyes, though, and she knew very well why. The guilt in his eyes told you all her needed to know.

Good—let him feel bad.

“I didn’t know,” Rhysand spoke, trying to catch an explanation through Azriel’s face. “It would’ve been useful to know…”

Y/N didn’t have to ask him to finish the sentence to read between the lines.

It would’ve been useful to know that he and Y/N knew each other so he could ask her to handle the mission instead of him.

The mission that Azriel refused to let her take part in, even though Y/N could have completed it more easily, living here as she did.

The mission that he had to complete tomorrow. The true reason why he was here today.

The mission that could get him killed.

Azriel snapped his eyes to hers, hurt and hatred—a thin line his face seemed to confuse.

Y/N sent every bit of your hurt back to him. 

“You surely know by now, High Lord, that Azriel likes to keep a lot of information to himself. Sometimes I even wonder if that’s his actual name… Azriel.”

Azriel met her eyes at last, and the fire that burned in them was nothing short of scary. 

Then, without a word, the spymaster turned and walked away.

Y/N watched each step he took as the others watched her in shock.

One step, another, and another. 

Once she realized he truly wasn’t going to turn back to her, she started walking after him, anger becoming the force that pushed the girl forward. 

Once Y/N and Azriel were both out of sight, Cassian drew a breath. “Well—that was something.”

“I’ve never seen Azriel… like this,” Feyre said.

Rhysand’s eyes were on Helion, though, trying to figure out what his knowing smile meant. 

“Pray to tell, High Lord.” His tone was command enough for Helion to stare, think, and then chuckle.

“These two,” he breathed, a faint smile on his lips. “I don’t know much. Y/N doesn’t say much. But the other times I’ve seen them together… let me tell you, you never know if they’re going to kiss or kill each other.”

Feyre eyed him in confusion. “What happened between them?”

Helion shrugged his shoulders, daring a look in Cassian’s direction, smirking at him as if there was something else about it.

The general’s smirk was a full sentence in itself.

… 

The night chill welcomed Cassian onto the terrace, along with the nod Helion gave him.

This way, his eyes seemed to say in the dark.

Cassian let him lead, despite the winning grin on the High Lord’s face that set him on edge.

But curiosity overthrew his pride. Azriel and that girl, Y/N… he had to know what exactly that glazed look in Azriel’s eyes meant.

While it may have seemed like hatred at first sight, Cassian knew better about that type of flame in someone’s eyes.

So here he was, silently walking to the wall where Helion had stopped, peeking to see what Cassian finally saw when he approached him.

“Hide,” Helion hissed, but the general was too lost in the scene unfolding in front of him.

Thanks to his faerie senses, Cassian could make out the conversation between his brother and…

Y/N.

“That doesn’t give you any right to insult me,” she told Azriel, and though he was turned away, Cassian could gather enough of his reaction from his dropped shoulders and wings, as if the forever-composed spymaster was about to crumble to the ground.

“I was angry.” Cassian almost didn’t recognize the faint voice that slipped past his brother’s lips. “And you… you were letting him touch you like—”

“Like what?!” Y/N yelled, taking a valiant step toward Azriel, daring him to make the killing blow.

But his brother knew better.

“I’m sorry,” was what he said instead, and Cassian let out a relieved breath—the scene felt oddly familiar to him.

Fighting with the one you loved was the fight a true warrior wasn’t prepared for, Cassian thought.

But was Y/N the one Azriel loved?

His brother had said nothing about it. Cassian had never seen them together. He had never truly heard of her… she couldn’t be. They… hated each other. 

Yet—there was something in the way she looked at him. Hate, one might think.

Longing, Cassian thought.

Completely out of his mind, Cassian took a step toward them, dismissing Helion’s warning.

Careful step after step, the general approached them and only stopped when he saw it. The proof.

Y/N raised a trembling hand to Azriel’s face, angling his head delicately at her will.

Cassian had the feeling that if it were her will, Azriel would even jump off the balcony.

The general stood rigidly, watching as she slowly pulled him down—a command, a permission, and a request all at the same time.

But he quickly noticed a sneaky shadow make its way to his brother’s ear as he leaned down.

The Shadowsinger’s head turned instantly to Cassian, who watched them incredulously. Y/N turned too, her face showing pure shock, but she was looking elsewhere.

Cassian turned behind him to find, not only Helion, but also his High Lord and High Lady—watching the scene with open mouths.

Not even a heartbeat later, quick as a blink, Azriel turned to Y/N, and Cassian could have sworn a wave of understanding washed over her eyes before they pierced angrily at the the Shadowsinger.

Then she slapped him.

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[lidiasloca]

Hey! I've got a request. The basic idea is that the OC/reader (I honestly want an OC but of course, it's up to you) is the spymaster of the dawn court and she has just been promoted to Helion's second-in-command, in honor of that Helion throws a party which the Inner Circle attends. The inner circle sees the first face-to-face interaction between her and Azriel. They notice some tension between them and later in the party, they throw snarky comments at each other. Helion notices their confusion and tells them that she and Azriel have been feuding for years and have been rivals since even before that. (This is so specific I'm embarrassed). Then he tells them that you can never tell if they're about to kill or kiss each other (cliche I know). And then some days after the party, Azriel gets injured because of a mission and she shows up, and then they find out that they've been together for a few years. (This is post-acosf btw). That's all, thank you!

the first part is done! just finished writing it. i'll post it in a moment and tag this post with your request 💕🥰

thank you for such lovely idea! 🫶🥰

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characters i write for: acotar: rhys, azriel, cassian, helion, lucien, eris (and any canon ships!) the folk of the air: cardan and jude harry potter: harry, draco, george, fred.

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On an average how much time does ot take for you to write one fic/ part one of a series?

well, i’d say it really depends on the energy and how well the scenario has played in my head already (kinda going insane).

for my shortest fics – usually azriel fluff – not much. like, i’ve just seen the fic happen in my mind and i only have to put it into words.

but then, fics that require voluntary imagining, like some requests (which are based on someone else’s ideas), can take hours to write and days to figure out how to.

but, thankfully, it’s time i spend doing something i love so! 💓

ps: since we’re on it, if someone reading this has sent a request through my inbox lately; i’m on it! slowly, and one by one, but i’m on it 🫶