Lake Willowmere Wraith

Bonds Are for Snapping · Read on AO3

Explicit · 15/15 chapters

“Twenty years old, huh?” Cassian bounced his spoon between his fingers. “Rhys doesn’t go for anyone under a hundred. My point being, if you go through the heat, I would be more than happy to—“ Heat? I didn’t hear him finish that sentence because a blur flew across the table and sent him crashing backwards. The next thing I knew, Rhys was on top of Cassian with his hand in a fist, landing blow after blow in a way that didn’t appear sportsmanlike in the slightest.

A cozy ACOMAF rewrite that explores Feyre’s stubbornness, Rhysand’s yearning, and the limits of sexual tension

The last chapter is out!

Elain wearing a cobalt blue dress when they first met

Azriel stilling when he saw Elain

Azriel giving a poetic answer to Elain after she asked a simple question

Azriel taking Elain to see the garden

Azriel carrying Elain in his arms and flying with her many times

Elain's golden hair on Azriel's chest

Azriel blushing when Elain looked at his scars and said they were beautiful

Azriel sunning his wings in front of Elain

"What about Elain?", Azriel's hazel eyes glowing in the shadows "I'm getting her back"

"Are you hurt?", Elain devouring the sight of Azriel "You came for me"

Elain kissing Azriel's cheek while he is holding her and worrying about her being in chains

Azriel giving his Truth-Teller to Elain and the Death and his Lovely Fawn scene

"She doesn't need anything"

Azriel finding out first what was wrong with Elain right after the 'only a mate would know what is amiss', his eyes churning as he was studying her silently and then winnowing away, Mor watching the space paralyzed for a long time

Azriel's shadows disappearing when Elain is present

Azriel helping Elain and telling her to sit, that he will take care of it

Elain wanting to look good for Azriel

Azriel ordering everyone to wait for Elain, and Mor shocked

Azriel's shadows ready to attack Nesta for hurting Elain's feelings

Azriel not taking his eyes off the view of the garden from the window

Azriel listening to Elain talk about her gardening plans an entire night

Azriel laughing loudly for the first time and his eyes shining after receiving the gift from Elain

Azriel looking at her gift in his nightstand for an entire year

Azriel forgetting his 500-year-old love for other woman

Azriel and Elain secretly brushing hands, changing charged glances and longing for each other

Azriel questioning the Cauldron

Azriel feeling sick from Elain's bond and staying away but feeling pain (more than her 'mate', who's even more far away)

Azriel worrying about Elain and not wanting her in danger

Azriel wanting to fight a blood duel for Elain

Azriel wanting to kneel for Elain and beg for just a taste of her flower, his eyes almost rolling back at the sweet scent of her arousal (honey and jasmine, babe, bats fav), touching himself while fantasizing about her, and having blue balls because of her

Azriel choosing a rose necklace for Elain as solstice gift (when jewelry is the common solstice gift for mates)

"What happened to Elain?"

“I should go,” Elain said, but made no move to leave. “Yes,” he said, his thumb sweeping in long strokes along the side of her throat. Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent. He’d beg on his knees for a chance to taste it. But Azriel just stroked her neck again. Elain shuddered, drifting closer. So close one deep breath would brush her breasts against his chest. She looked up at him, her face so trusting and hopeful and open that he knew she had no idea that he had done unspeakable things that sullied his hands far beyond their scars. Such terrible things that it was a sacrilege for his fingers to touch her skin, tainting her with his presence. But he could have this. This one moment, and maybe a taste, and that would be it. “Yes” Elain breathed, like she read the decision. Just this taste in the dead of the longest night of the year, where only the Mother might witness them.

Versus showing the Elriel evidence

with the valkyries: nesta, gwyn and emerie complete the qualifier and he's like, do you want a prize? go again and try not to fuck it up this time.

with amren: makes jokes at her expense despite him knowing she's a biblical angel and could literally smite him.

with rhys and cassian: treats the snowball fight like a gauntlet. put rocks in his snowballs and pelted them at rhys for forbidding him from elain.

with feyre: essentially taught her how to fly by baby-bird pushing her out the nest.

BUT WITH ELAIN: fucking hobbling over to her, still so injured he cannot fly, and presses his most prized possession into her hands trusting that even with negative battle experience, she'll use it well. helps her with dinner by carrying the dishes. the same guy finds nothing funny practically cries his eyes out at a gag gift she gave him. thinks long and hard about what present she might like for solstice. follows the sound of her laughter.