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Tarot + Chocolate | Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Vexed

Summary: Elain and Azriel leave Rosehall filled with confusion, angst, and misunderstanding.

CW: controlling/abusive relationship, depictions of death/murder

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Shit, shit, shit. She hadn’t meant to fall asleep with him. She hadn’t meant to spend the night with him. And she certainly hadn’t expected the peaceful, content, safe feeling filling her chest that she had woken with. Elain’s heart beat faster as she lay there, trying not to move and wake him. This felt good. So good. But would surely not align with what they had agreed on. It certainly broke their little rules, and they had done enough of that yesterday. Azriel didn’t need to be confused or frustrated by her right now. He needed a friend, and he needed support. He didn’t need her pushing him to his limit or pressuring him into something he wasn’t ready for. 

So Elain, as slowly and carefully as she could, inched away from Azriel’s nearly-naked body. It wasn’t easy, as he had an arm and a leg both banded around her, holding her to him. His other arm was up above them under their pillows. 

Elain cringed as she carefully nudged his arm off her, praying that he didn’t wake. If she could just make it out of the room without him waking, she could claim that she had left after he had fallen asleep, no harm done. She held her breath as she fully slid out from under his leg, silently looking sideways to make sure he was still sleeping. 

Her breath caught at what she saw. Azriel’s face was so soft, so peaceful, as he continued to sleep, showing no reaction to her movement. The hard lines of his jaw were slackened as his muscles were truly relaxed (sleeping was probably the only time he didn’t hold his jaw clenched so hard he would need orthodontic work later in life), and his full, beautiful lips were parted softly. His bare, muscled chest rose and fell evenly, slowly, his cut muscles staring at her. Elain just watched him sleep for a few moments, stunned by his truly unfair beauty, before she shook herself out of her trance and rose quietly from the bed. 

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Thank you soooooo much for the mention @elrieldreamer 😍😍😍😍 I am honored to be amongst this list!

I literally so sick of acotar and the books and the waiting at this point. I only read Elriel fanfic, do you have any recommendations for MU Elriel fanfics? I read not another hallmark Christmas story about a thousand times I can't get enough of it.

Sorry Anon! I know how you feel. I would just read other things and not actively wait. We have no control over anything, so might as well just relax.

Honestly, I stopped reading fanfics a few years back. I can only recommend the olden fanfics from years ago. I don't read anything current.

I know @elrieldreamer and @tswaney17 read a lot of fanfics so I am gonna toss this over to them and maybe they can provide suggestions!

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The Light Between Sin & Salvation: Final Chapter

Chapter 36: Home

This is it, my loves. This is the final main plot chapter. After this, there will be on epilogue and two bonus chapters, and our story will come to a close.

Yes, I sobbed my way through writing and editing this. No, I will never be fully satisfied with it, because I never want this to end, but I am happy with what I've made.

I hope you enjoy El and Az's happily ever after.

Summary: Az and El promise each other forever.

CW: brief alluding to suicidal ideations.

Thank you so much to everyone who has read this story that is so dear to my heart. It started off as a completely wild, random idea that inspired me (that I think like one person--@elrielobsessed--requested on tumblr when I mentioned it), and I just sat down and started writing with absolutely no plan or road map. I am shocked and humbled that with everyone's commitment, encouragement, love, and support, it has turned into what it is today. I am so proud of what I have created with you all (because nothing is created alone, and you have all given me wonderful ideas, tips, advice, suggestions, art, etc. etc.).

I want to give special thank you's to @elrieldreamer who helped work me out of my plot holes more than once, @bexdrawsbooks, who reads and reacts to every single snippet I send to her and also made incredible art based on the fic more than once (see it in the chapters 18 and 21!), and my elriel sisters/faemily (you know who you are) for just being the most lovely support system I could ask for within this fandom.

Stay tuned for the epilogue and bonus chapters- I won't leave you hanging. I love you all. Your reading and comments and shares mean the world to me and inspire me to keep going.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Moodboards~

The Wedding:

Bride Elain:

Groom Azriel:

Rosehall:

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Elain 😭

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Yeah 😭

I could sit here and say I love Elriel for their lovely imagery or the symmetry or the grumpy x sunshine trope or a myriad of other things…but the truth is, at it’s basest level, I love them because of how they love each other. None of that other stuff would matter to me if it had not been for their yearning for each other or the peace they find in each other or the way they find each other’s scars beautiful. They’re so special to me.

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I genuinely believe that Elain and Azriel are meant to parallel and subvert the Lady of the Autumn Court and Helion.

Helion saved the LoA and they grew closer. They fell for each other. Azriel saw Elain and saved her and they grew closer. LoA was pushed to a political marriage and Helion did not fight for her, not simply because he thought it was her choice, but because of the political ramifications. Elain has not rejected her mating bond yet and Azriel is pushed by Rhys to abandon their blooming romance because of the political consequences it might have.

It remains to be seen if Elriel will meet the same fate as LoA and Helion, but personally I doubt it. I believe that SJM has quite consciously created similar situations and Azriel, unlike Helion, will not be content with sitting on the sidelines while the woman he loves is pushed towards another for political convenience, mating bond be damned.

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Honestly

It was so hot of Azriel saying that Elain didn’t need anything… in fact, they were the ones who needed Elain

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Sin & Salvation final chapter WIP & sneak peek~

Az straightened the tie of his night-black tux in the mirror, smoothing out a wrinkle on his shoulder and then moving one curl into a new place on his forehead. He was satisfied with how he looked, even with the new scars etched on the left side of his face and mouth. They didn't bother Az—they were a reminder of everything that he and elain had endured for each other, for their families.

Rhys’s arm suddenly came around his shoulder and his frame invaded one side of the mirror.

“I just fixed that!” Az grumbled, but Rhys just ignored him, smiling like it was the happiest day of his life.

“You look great, brother. The prettiest I’ve ever seen you, even with your kissable lips marred.” Az rolled his eyes. “Elain will hardly be able to walk when she lays eyes on you.”

Cassian was suddenly taking up the right third of the mirror, hip checking Az and sending a ripple into Rhys, who swayed slightly. He handed them both glasses of gin and kept one for himself.

“Jesus,” Az murmured, but met his older brother’s eyes in the mirror and grinned. “I can’t believe I’m fucking getting married.”

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Tarot + Chocolate | Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Rosehall

Not a whisper of spice in this one, folks. Just pain followed by tenderness.

Summary: Azriel and Elain spend the day at Rosehall. Azriel learns some important truths.

CW: mental illness, PTSD, patricide, child abuse, domestic abuse, vomiting, general extreme angst

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Elain gasped when Azriel turned a corner and his mother’s manor came into view. It was breathtaking, all stone walls with crawling ivy and roses of every color. It reminded her of the castle in her past life as a princess. It was large, but not enormous. It was nestled amongst the woods and surrounded by stunning gardens that Elain could tell were painstakingly cared for. 

They had parked, and Azriel craned his neck to look at Elain, pulling his helmet off. She did the same. 

“My mother is a gardener, as well,” he murmured, a sad smile gracing his face. Gone was the brief lightness and humor he had shown in the store. Here was that broken and scared man again. 

“It’s gorgeous,” Elain said honestly, taking in their surroundings again. “You had this built? It looks so old.”

“Sort of,” Azriel replied. “I had an old, crumbling building restored and added to, and the grounds expanded.” 

Elain nodded as he dismounted and offered her a hand to do the same. They left their helmets balanced on the seat of his bike and Elain tidied her clothes and hair, readjusting her bag slung over her body. 

“Do I look okay?” she asked, suddenly nervous to meet his mother that he clearly loved so much. 

Azriel reached over and tucked a curl behind her ear, seeming to forget their rules for the time being. “You look perfect. Come on.”

They made their way up the stone walkway to the tall wooden front door, Azriel stuffing his hands into his pockets once more. He had the same sure, steady, graceful walk he always did, but Elain could see the extra tension held in his muscles, could sense the anxiety rolling off him. 

Azriel seemed to take a great, bracing breath before releasing it in a slow, steady stream, and then he rang the doorbell. 

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Yes please

We’ve seen that Nesta outwardly used her anger to hide her sadness and insecurities.

I think Elain is kind of the opposite. She’s outwardly sweet and agreeable to hide her anger.

(Elain IS sweet, btw. She’s not faking it, but she definitely has used it for protection before. This is not an “Evil!Elain” post, I hate that shit.)

I feel like there’s an absolute, seething rage inside her. It’s not like Nesta’s rage though, with sharp or vicious words that at the end of the day were really used to protect herself.

I think Elain’s rage will be near biblical. It’s NOT protective, it’s devastating and all consuming. And if/when she lets it out, no one will be prepared. (Except maybe Azriel, the one who really understands her)

And I, for one, cannot wait.

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𝕊𝕚𝕟 & 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕧𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝕣𝕥 𝕊𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 | 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕔

I am so happy to share another art piece I commissioned based off my modern mafia AU Elriel fanfic, The Light Between Sin & Salvation! You can see the art in Chapter 12 as well 😍.

In this steamy moment, Azriel has recently been shot in the shoulder on accident by Elain and they are dying for a taste of each other, but find it difficult based on their forced proximity to their families and Azriel's injury. But Elain always knows how to make the best of a situation 😌😉

Incredible art by @victoriaratime Commissioned by: @lunaatthezoo

✨ Please do not repost. Likes, shares, reblogs, and comments are appreciated. ✨

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Tarot + Chocolate | Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Gifts

Summary: Elain gives Azriel (and herself) a gift. Azriel needs Elain's help.

CW: domestic abuse, child abuse, parent death, patricide

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“I used my research skills to find out how I would hypothetically fuck you. Intriguing.”

He stared at his phone for a good twenty seconds. Now what the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Yes, please come over and fuck me right now you beautiful, torturous vixen? We can practice if you want—just friends? He shook his head, blowing out a breath. 

In the end, he texted back, “Too bad we’re just friends.”

He was about to climb onto his bike when her response came. “Too bad.”

He typed out an answer before he could think too long about it. “Maybe you can find someone else who will let you experiment with them.”

And then, like the coward he was, Azriel mounted his bike and started riding home before he could wait for whatever damning response she would give him. 

The first thing he did after parking was look at his phone. She had responded with a simple, “Hmm.”

Hmm? What kind of a fucking response was that? Azriel was too old for trying to decipher tone over text. It was her turn to squirm. He left her text dangling, giving her no answer. If he knew her at all, and he thought he was beginning to, she was stubborn and hard-headed enough to inevitably reach out to him again. 

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Dropping the latest Sketch-a-Wish, voted on by my lovely Patreon members for May! Featuring Rhys, Feyre and their meeting with the Bone Carver from A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J. Maas! The moment Rhys broke the tension with his knee-hurting-when-it-rains secret, and the Bone Carver busting out laughing was my favorite moment. It cleverly showed the professional respect they have for each other, even though they're definitely not bosom friends. It also emphasizes how much the Bone Carver adheres to his own rules when he accepts it. It makes him such a charming little monster.

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The Light Between Sin & Salvation | Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Together

Summary: Elain and Azriel are together

CW: None :)

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Az squeezed her and twisted them so the hot stream of water was hitting her back instead of his, warming her up again. “I love you,” he murmured, kissing her hair.

“I love you too,” she answered, raising her head and pecking him softly on the lips. “Let’s get out of the shower and I’ll return the favor.”

“Mm,” Azriel answered, reaching around her to shut off the shower. “That was a gift, not a favor. No return needed.” He stepped out of the shower first, wrapping a towel around his waist, and then held out the other for Elain. She followed him, and he tenderly enveloped her in the fluffy towel, cocooning her in it until she was completely wrapped up. He kissed her on the forehead before scooping her burrito-shaped form into his arms and carrying her to their bedroom.

Az laid her down on the bed and she wrestled her arms free from the towel, but kept it wrapped around herself as he laid down next to her. They were on their sides facing each other, and spent some quiet moments just looking at one another. He stroked her face softly, wondering for the millionth time how he had gotten so lucky to call her his.

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