#Chaolrene

[shadowhandss60]

Chaol: This is my wife Yrene, she’s a healer.

Dorian: This is my wife Manon Blackbeak-

Chaol: The White Demon?

Dorian: Actually, she’s Queen of the Witches now.

Manon: I’m a reverse healer.

Chaol:

Yrene:

Manon: You know, because I kill people.

Chaol: I-

Yrene: I like her.

Dorian: I know right?

[merymoonbeam]

The parallels

Others made posts about the ship scenes that parallel to the Elriel Bonus scene and at the end I saw that how all of them go well together so I wanted to make this post combining all of them together to show they parallel to Elriel. I'm only adding the parts at least 3+ or more of them parallel each other. There are some parts only 2 of the ships parallel each other so you can go to the linked posts at the end to see how they parallel to elriel. 🫡 Enjoy. (Side not: cc3 spoilers for daynight...I dont count parallels as spoilers so I didnt add read more to this so you have been warned)

The throat scenes

Elriel

The faelights gilded Elain's unbound hair, making her glow like the sun at dawn. She halted, her breath catching in her throat. “I..." He watched her swallow. She clutched a small gift in her hands. "I was coming to leave this on your pile of presents. I forgot to give it to you earlier."

Quinlar

She swallowed, and he tracked every movement of her throat. The raindrop that ran over her neck, her pulse pounding delicately beneath it. Before he could react, she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around him. Held him tightly. “Tonight sucked,” she said against his soaked chest.

Rowaelin

He watched her throat bob as she swallowed. “It’s your call then, Rowan. Do as you see fit.”

Daynight

“Lidia,” he murmured, in front of her at last, and she closed her eyes, the pulse in her throat fluttering.

Neck scene

Elriel

He knew it was wrong, but there he was, sliding the necklace around her. Letting his scarred fingers touch her immaculate skin. Letting them brush the side of her throat, savoring the velvet-soft texture. Elain shivered, and he took a damn long time fastening the clasp. Azriel's fingers lingered at her nape, atop the first knob of her spine. Slowly, Elain pivoted into his touch. Until his palm lay flat against her neck.

"Yes," he said, his thumb sweeping in long strokes along the side of her throat.

Quinlar

Hunt chuckled, letting himself bury his face against her neck. “So am I.”

He couldn’t tell if his name was a warning or a request or something more. Didn’t care as he grazed his nose against the rain-slick column of her neck. Fuck, she smelled good. He did it again, unable to help himself or get enough of that scent. She tipped her chin up slightly. Just enough to expose more of her neck to him. Hel, yes. Hunt almost groaned the words as he let himself nuzzle into that soft, delicious neck, as greedy as a fucking vampyr to be there, smell her, taste her.

Daynight

She kept her eyes closed, her pulse still flickering. So he took his other hand and tilted her head to the side. Leaned down and brushed his mouth over that fluttering spot. Her breathing hitched, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. She tasted … fuck. He needed more. His teeth grazed the soft skin of her throat, and his tongue skimmed along the space just under her ear. His cock throbbed in answer. Her body loosened, pliant in his hands, and her head tipped a little further to the side. An invitation. He licked up the column of her throat, hand drifting from her waist down to her ass—

Nessian

Until Cassian lowered his face an inch, and grazed the tip of his nose along her neck. Beneath her hand, his chest heaved upward as he inhaled a great, greedy breath of her scent. Too far. She shouldn’t have let herself go this far with him, let him this close. Yet she couldn’t withdraw. Couldn’t do anything but let him brush his nose over her neck again. The urge to press her body into his, to feel his warmth and hardness grinding into her, nearly overrode every rational thought.

Chaolrene

Yrene studied the room, and Chaol found his hand drifting from hers. Sliding up her bare shoulder, to rest along her neck. Her skin was soft as sun-warmed velvet. His thumb stroked up the side of her throat, so near that slender scar, and she cut her eyes to him. There was warning there—warning and yet … He knew the warning was not directed at him. But herself. Yrene breathed, “She …” He couldn’t resist a second stroke of his thumb down the side of her neck. Her throat brushed against his hand as she swallowed again. “She is concerned about the threat of fire.”

Scent

Elriel

Her arousal drifted up to him, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sweet scent.

Nessian

Beneath her hand, his chest heaved upward as he inhaled a great, greedy breath of her scent.

Rowaelin

Her sodden hair tumbled down, the scent of her—jasmine and lemon verbena and crackling embers —rising above the smell of almonds to caress his nose, his senses. Rowan stood with his queen in the rain, breathing in her scent, and let her steal his warmth for as long as she needed.

Quinlar

He couldn’t tell if his name was a warning or a request or something more. Didn’t care as he grazed his nose against the rain-slick column of her neck. Fuck, she smelled good.

Daynight

“Lidia,” he murmured, in front of her at last, and she closed her eyes, the pulse in her throat fluttering. Her scent shifted—like flowers unfurling under the morning sun. That scent was pure arousal.

Made no move

Elriel

Elain bit her lower lip, and it took every ounce of Azriel's restraint to keep from putting his own teeth there. "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.

Quinlar

Bryce’s fingers curled against his spine, exploring and gentle. Every single one of his senses narrowed to that touch. Came roaring awake. “We should get out of the rain,” she murmured. “We should,” he replied. And made no move. “Hunt.”

Chaolrene

She laid her hand atop his own but made no move to remove his touch from her neck.

PERMISSION

Elriel

Azriel’s hand slid up her neck, burying in her thick hair. Tilting her face the way he wanted it. Elain’s mouth parted slightly, her eyes scanning his before fluttering shut. Offer and permission. He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers.

Nessian

Cassian’s hands remained at his sides, though. As if waiting for her to give permission.

Daynight

Her body loosened, pliant in his hands, and her head tipped a little further to the side. An invitation. He licked up the column of her throat, hand drifting from her waist down to her ass—

Quinlar

Bryce’s fingers curled against his spine, exploring and gentle. Every single one of his senses narrowed to that touch. Came roaring awake. “We should get out of the rain,” she murmured. “We should,” he replied. And made no move. “Hunt.” He couldn’t tell if his name was a warning or a request or something more. Didn’t care as he grazed his nose against the rain-slick column of her neck. Fuck, she smelled good. He did it again, unable to help himself or get enough of that scent. She tipped her chin up slightly. Just enough to expose more of her neck to him.

Rowaelin

She waited for him to pull back, but he just stared at her—stared into her in that way he always did. Friends, but more. So much more, and she’d known it longer than she wanted to admit. Carefully, she stroked her thumb across his cheekbone, his face slick with the rain.

DIDNT CARE

Elriel

It had never gone this far. They'd exchanged looks, the occasional brush of their fingers, but never this. Never blatant, unrestricted touching. Wrong -- it was so wrong. He didn't care.

Daynight

He didn’t care that they were in the middle of a hallway with his awful cousins running amok. He slid a hand onto her waist, nearly groaning at the steep curve, the way it fit his hand perfectly.

Quinlar

He couldn’t tell if his name was a warning or a request or something more. Didn’t care as he grazed his nose against the rain-slick column of her neck. Fuck, she smelled good.

Nessian

Too far. She shouldn’t have let herself go this far with him, let him this close. Yet she couldn’t withdraw. Couldn’t do anything but let him brush his nose over her neck again. The urge to press her body into his, to feel his warmth and hardness grinding into her, nearly overrode every rational thought.

Males are horny lol

Elriel

He needed to know what the skin of her neck tasted like. What those perfect lips tasted like. Her breasts. Her sex. He needed her coming on his tongue -- Azriel's cock strained behind his pants, aching so fiercely he could hardly think. He prayed she didn't peer down. Prayed she didn't understand the shift in his scent. He had only allowed himself these thoughts in the dead of night. Had only allowed his hand to fist his cock and think about her then, when even his shadows had gone to sleep. How that beautiful face might appear as he entered her, what sounds she'd make.

Daynight

He needed more. His teeth grazed the soft skin of her throat, and his tongue skimmed along the space just under her ear. His cock throbbed in answer.

Quinlar

He didn’t let himself think, not as he brushed his lips over the spot he’d nuzzled. She arched slightly against him. Into the hardness that ached behind the reinforced leather of his battle-suit. Swallowing another groan against her neck, Hunt tightened his arms around her warm, soft body, and ran his hands downward, toward that perfect, sweet ass that had tortured him since day fucking one, and—

Chaolrene

Yrene’s eyes dropped to his mouth, and every instinct, every bit of focus, narrowed on that movement. Every part of him came to aching attention. And the sensation of it, as he casually adjusted his jacket over his lap, was better than an ice bath. The smoke—the opiates. It was some sort of aphrodisiac, some lulling of common sense.

The ending

A little bit explanation here...every scene ends with either they are interrupted by someone or their inner conflict causes them to stop. I will explain as we go.

Elriel

He nearly groaned with relief and need as he lowered his head toward hers. Azriel. Rhys's voice thundered through him, halting him mere inches from Elain's sweet mouth. Azriel. Unrelenting command filled his name, and Azriel looked up. Rhysand stood atop the staircase. Glowering down at them. My office. Now. Rhys vanished, and Azriel was left standing before Elain, who still awaited his kiss. His stomach twisted as he pulled his hand from her hair and stepped back. Forced himself to say, "This was a mistake.” She opened her eyes, hurt and confusion warring there before she whispered, "I’m sorry." “You don't-- Don't apologize,” he managed to say. "Never apologize. It's I who should…” He shook his head, unable to stand the bleakness he'd brought to her expression. "Goodnight.”

We have Rhys stopping them.

Nessian

She couldn’t get a breath down as she drowned in that stare. As low, sensitive parts of her tightened and began throbbing, her breasts becoming heavy and aching. His nostrils flared, scenting that, too. She couldn’t. She couldn’t do this to him. To herself. Couldn’t, couldn’t, couldn’t—

We have Nesta's inner conflict coming between them

Rowaelin

“Rowan,” she breathed, his name a plea and a prayer. She slid her fingers down the side of his tattooed cheek, and— Faster than she could see, he grabbed one wrist and then the other, yanking them away from his face and snarling softly. The world yawned open around her, cold and still.He dropped her hands as if they were on fire, stepping away, those green eyes flat and dull in a way she hadn’t seen for some time now. Her throat closed up even before he said, “Don’t do that. Don’t—touch me like that.” There was a roaring in her ears, a burning in her face, and she swallowed hard. “I’m sorry.” Oh, gods. He was over three hundred years old. Immortal. And she—she … “I didn’t mean—” She backed away a step, toward the door on the other side of the roof. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. “It was nothing.” “Good,” he said, going for the roof door himself. “Fine.” Rowan didn’t say anything else as he stalked downstairs. Alone, she scrubbed at her wet face, at the oily smear of cosmetics. Don’t touch me like that.

We have Rowan's conflict coming between them because of his dead "mate" and all of that plot.

Quinlar

Swallowing another groan against her neck, Hunt tightened his arms around her warm, soft body, and ran his hands downward, toward that perfect, sweet ass that had tortured him since day fucking one, and— The metal door to the roof opened. Hunt already had his gun drawn and aimed toward it as Sabine stepped out and snarled, “Back the fuck up.

Sabine stops them.

Daynight

Her body loosened, pliant in his hands, and her head tipped a little further to the side. An invitation. He licked up the column of her throat, hand drifting from her waist down to her ass— She stiffened. Pulled away. Like she’d caught herself. Remembered who she was. Who he was. He stood there like a fucking moron, panting slightly, cock fully hard and straining against his pants, and she just … stared at him. Wide-eyed. “I …” He had no idea what to say. What to do. His head swam. This female had so much blood on her hands, yet— “Good night,” he rasped, and turned to his own room before he could make a greater fool of himself. She didn’t stop him.

Their inner conflict.

Chaolrene

Yrene was still watching his mouth as if it were a piece of fruit, her uneven breath lifting those lush, high breasts within the confines of her gown. He forced himself to remove his hand from her neck. Forced himself to lean back. Nesryn had to be watching. Had to be wondering what the hell he was doing. He owed her better than this. He owed Yrene better than whatever he had just done, whatever madness—

Chaol's inner conflict.

So at the end all of them are in conflict.

I love parallels 🫡🩷

You can find all the parallels posts here:

Elriel and Nessian parallel by me

Elriel and Daynight parallel by @psychee92

Elriel and Quinlar parallel by @shitwillnotbegiven

Elriel and Chaolrene parallel by @lesolehabitantdelalune

Elriel and Rowaelin parallel by @riddlecrux

[whatisamettafor]

Lately on reddit I've seen a bunch of posts about how Chaol doesn't deserve the hate he gets and I'm so excited to see it.

I want to help fuel the Chaol is good Renaissance.

[stargirlie25]

´´Gwyn and emerie are just side characters! They can´t be featured in a book or have their romantic story told!´´

What was a Nesta and Cassian before acosf?

What is Elain, Azriel and Mor who sarah j mass has talked about giving books to?

What was Ruhn and Lidia?

What was chaol and yrene?

ALL FRIGING SIDE CHARACTERS

Goodnight.

[gracie-rosee]

I’ve had a thought about ToG and I’ve never seen anyone talk about this before in theories or anything. (KOA spoilers)

Yrene is Silba’s sole heir, the Goddess of Healing. So when Aelin banished all the gods and they are no more… that would mean Yrene inherits her full powers, right? Let’s say she does, for the sake of the theory.

Being the new Goddess of Healing, would that mean she becomes immortal? And by their life bond, would Chaol be as well?

This poses some super interesting questions!!

Do you think they are in all the great fae history books? Do you think Bryce has read about her in Jesiba’s library? Do you think Azriel, who hoards legends and stories of enduring love, knows of the Healer who saved the world? Do you think Feyre or Rhys tell Nyx the bedtime story of the Captain and the Healer?

And do you think Yrene and Chaol could possibly have descendants that we have met already in acotar/CC?

There’s just so much potential there not to be explored!

[house-towers-westfall]

Stars and Gooseberries

title: stars and gooseberries

pairing: chaol westfall x yrene towers

synopsis: chaol and yrene are glad to move into their new house after surviving a greatest war of their lifetimes. years later, along with their two-year-old daughter, an old family tradition is reintroduced.

for: @sjmromanceweek 2025, day 6 (what comes next?)

notes: i had a very different plan for this - but i don't lead the characters, the characters lead me. especially when their names are chaol or yrene. happy reading! (will post ao3 link when i get an invite which is in a few days)

Chaol had made sure to have Yrene blindfolded. He’d tied a piece of cloth around her eyes when she’d dismounted her mare and, for extra measure, had stood right in front of her as he’d slipped it around her face so that she wouldn’t catch even the barest glimpse of the house. Their house.

The words clanged strangely in his mind. He still couldn’t comprehend the truth – that the building of the house which he and Yrene had supervised for nearly a year now was finished. That this building was now their home.

Home. He had never really known what a word that simple truly meant but he could find out, could he not? Home was what you made it – and who better to find out with than his wife?

Chaol glanced towards the woman at his side, at the hair sparkling in the sunlight, and the beautiful eyes that he knew were hidden beneath that cloth. He could see them, in his mind’s eye, as he had seen them as she’d walked in on that first day in Antica.

How far from that lord and healer they were now.

Yrene tapped an impatient foot on the gravel. “And when, exactly will I be allowed to take this wretched thing off?” She tugged at the burgundy cloth in emphasis.

A corner of Chaol’s mouth tugged up. “Whenever I feel like it.”

Scowling, Yrene placed both hands on her hips and, though he could not read her eyes, her countenance told him enough about her growing frustration. Oh, there was no doubt about that. Chaol was willing to pay good money that if he could have seen her eyes, they would be burning with the same sort of golden flame that Chaol had come to know and love.

Chaol took her hand in his and led her towards the entrance of the house. A garden teemed with life around them, sporting an abundance of flowers: tulips of varying colour, geraniums that had reminded him of the precise shade of one of Yrene’s dresses, sunflowers who were turned toward the sun just starting to creep up along the sky. The sun left behind blooms of colour, shades of orange and red and yellow that seemed stolen out of a whimsical dream, along its path.

Such summers had rarely been seen in Adarlan but the seasons themselves had decided to take mercy upon them this time, following Erawan’s defeat. The beginning of summer had been the hottest Adarlan had seen – much to Yrene’s delight. The perfect start to what would be the best day of Chaol’s life.

Chaol looked to his wife, who was very slowly progressing down the path, by his side, a hand on her swollen abdomen.

“Is it not strange that you’re doing the very thing you said you would not?” Chaol asked.

“What?”

Grinning, Chaol replied, “Waddling along.”

She slapped his arm. “I am not!”

“Whatever you say.”

He halted her with a hand at her arm when they’d reached the archway leading to the door. It was adorned with thick vines, growing around the white archway. They had to be the flowering kind, because lilac flowers bloomed from them. Delicate petals, the size and shape of pomegranate seeds, hung from the top of the arch, falling down like a waterfall of blooms.

“We’re here,” Chaol told her. Yrene turned her head towards him and he drew her thick curls away from her neck before unknotting the scarlet cloth. He pocketed it and turned to Yrene.

Yrene gasped and reached up to touch the flowers – albeit with a lot of effort, due to the growing bump in her abdomen. Her fingertips just about grazed the ends of the flowers before she fell back to inspect the remainder of the garden.

The grass was damp from yesterday’s rain, as were the gooseberry plants that Chaol had been sure to plant over the past month. Rainwater glimmered on a few of the gooseberry flowers, which had just started to bloom.

“Gooseberries,” Chaol said quietly, approaching her carefully to gauge what she thought. His breath halted as he read her expression and imagined her lovely face, always aglow with light, crumpling as she remembered her mother and the tradition that had been forgotten after her death.

Silence lingered for a while in the garden, broken only by the slow drips of remaining rainwater off the plants. Moments in which Chaol held his breath and waited, a sharp slice of pain going through him at the thought of causing her suffering.

“You remembered the memory,” Yrene said. “The memory of my mother.” Her hand almost imperceptibly drifted towards her abdomen. The movement would have been invisible to anyone but him.

“Why would I not?” he murmured. “It was your mother.” He again waited for a reply, bracing himself. “And I love you.”

Her eyes lit once again and Chaol thought a man had never been more relieved as he was now. Yrene at last looked at him, a slight smile gracing her lips, and said, “We’ll just have to make more gooseberry pie then.”

“We will,” he said, smiling, partly relieved and partly amused. “Oh, we will.”

Her hand slipped into his, her warmth seeping into him. “I love you too.”

His heart beat faster than Chaol thought was possible. But who wondered about a trivial thing such as possibility when in the acquaintance of Yrene Towers?

Certainly not him.

xxx

Two tiny hands clung to Chaol’s jacket, a touch familiarised to him over the past two years.

Turning from the starlit sky that hung above them, Chaol said, “She’s asleep.”

Yrene propped her head up on a hand. “Is she really?”

“She only clings this hard when she’s asleep.”

Yrene's eyes were still on their daughter and the brown-gold curls beginning to frame her face.

Yrene drew her attention away from their child and said, “She looks just like you when asleep.”

Her tiny breaths were soft on his neck as Chaol turned slightly, being sure not to disturb their daughter Josefin. “I’d say she still looks like you.”

Yrene rolled her eyes. “You say that all the time.”

“And it’s the truth. I thought we’d settled the matter of your likeness already.”

Chaol put an arm around Yrene as she shuffled closer to him. Her hair glowed in moonlight, which cast a beautiful silver sheen over it.

He followed her gaze up, up, up to the pearlescent moon, an ever-fixed mark upon the night sky. Yrene pointed upwards and laughed. “Farasha.”

Ah. Josie had taken to naming each constellation with whatever name she pleased, causing many unfortunate constellations to be named Farasha, after Chaol's eternally angry horse.

He laughed and redirected Yrene’s hand to another constellation. “That was…” She tilted her hand in question. After a moment of thought, her mouth fell open and Yrene began to laugh. “That was…” she said, in between her laughter. “That was you, wasn’t it?”

“Indeed.” He huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes. He certainly hoped he didn’t look like that clump of stars, but Josie had been very adamant about his likeness to that constellation. “I’m surprised you didn’t recognise it as soon as you saw it,” he said, pressing a kiss to her neck. “If I recall correctly, we spent quite a long time laughing after that proclamation.”

“Oh, yes. About half an hour,” Yrene grinned. Silence grew between them as they both gazed up towards the stars, which winked at the family of three sprawled out onto a blanket on their rooftop. Abruptly, she blurted, “Do you remember our first day here?”

“I do.” He paused for a while, letting the colours and emotions of the day wash over him like he were reliving it all again. “I remember thinking seeing the gooseberries would upset you.”

“The gooseberries?” Yrene's face scrunched up in bemusement.

"Yes, the gooseberries,” he said slowly. “I knew what that memory meant to you and thought you’d be reminded of…” He hesitated.

“My mother?” she finished for him.

“Yes.”

“It didn’t upset me,” Yrene said softly. “Because it reminded me. It reminded me that you can take what happened in the past – whatever horrible thing it was – and grow it into something new, something beautiful and breathtaking.”

“The way scars heal over,” he whispered as she raised a hand to her face and brushed a hand down the unmarred skin of his cheek. She still remembered where that particular scar had been, as did he.

“Exactly that.”

Chaol closed the little distance that remained between them and kissed her. Softly, gently. Like the way she had told him what seeing that small bush grow had been like for her. Not upsetting nor harrowing but bringing hope.

He didn’t take his mouth off hers until Yrene drew away, glowing face morphing into shock. Her mouth hung open as Josie leapt onto Chaol.

He caught her with both hands and set her firmly upon his chest. “Josefin, you aren’t asleep, are you?”

She giggled and giggled even more as Yrene began to tickle her.

“Josie not asleep! Josie not asleep!” she sputtered out, before toppling over to the space in between Chaol and Yrene, falling onto the sunflower-yellow blanket they had laid out on the roof.

Yrene tucked her into their other blue blanket and Josie immediately began beating her fists against Chaol’s chest, as she often did to amuse herself. He let her, though she was certainly strong. She’d grow up to be a fighter, if that was what she wanted.

Yrene came up around her and halted her beating fists with a hand. Like an accomplice in crime, she leaned into their daughter’s ear and whispered, “What do we do with gooseberries, Josie?”

“Gooseberry pie!”

Chaol and Yrene smiled at each other. “Gooseberry pie, it is.”

thank you for reading!

[darklove9314-blog]

Opening my ask box to ship related questions. (This also includes asking questions about the ships in my fanfics as well)

[throneofglassmicrofics]

Welcome to the August Masterlist for ToGMicrofics!

You can write for everyday or just one.

Combine prompts or not, interpret as you want.

Write the story in less than 1k words.

Write for whichever ship you want, or general characters/relationships.

Be sure to @ us and we'll reblog your work here for all to see!

Be sure to add triggers if/as needed :)

Any other questions? Send an ask or dm!

FAQ // Intro Post

Reminder, there will be no prompt list for September. Instead, check out the prompts for Rowaelin Month! (not associated with this blog)

Text list of prompts beneath the cut:

Notebook Spiral Closure Lake Bridge Forest Acceptance Dock Ferris Wheel Toolbox Bingo Splurge Hand-In-Hand Fort Whistle Arcade Quake Season Backpack Splash Lazy Practice Wrestle Vanish Gifted Absorb Indigo Track Museum Knowledge Golden

[lamija-v]

ACOTAR & TOG fandom I have a small ask

I finally have time to draw but a massive lack of ideas… Which means I am open for basically anything!

If you have any concept ideas or/and references that you can see some of characters and ships in, my asks and dms are open for them!

P.S. these are suggestions, not commisions. I am not obliged to draw what you send, only thing I am searching for at the moment is some inspiration to combat art block

[shadowhandss60]

Chaol seeing Dorian shift into Yrene in Kingdom of Ash:

[acourtofquestions]

“ "Thank you for tonight," Chaol said, stifling what tried to leap off his tongue: I can't take my eyes off you. ”

[gracie-rosee]

Chaol/Yrene = Dain/Sloane in another universe no I will not be taking any criticism

[acourtofquestions]

Word Association Game

TOG Edition:

Aelin —> Queen

Celaena —> Assassin

Rowan —> Pine

Aedion —> Wolf

Lysandra —> Leopard

Elide —> Clever

Lorcan —> Buff

Manon —> WitchQueen

Dorian —> Sapphire

Chaol —> Yrene

No pressure tags & welcome to all :-)

@ladyylesbian @mysterylilycheeta @guardian-angel12 @romantasyreader28 @cheap-spirits @somewhere-in-the-rain @somebooksbelonginthesinbin @iwantavaldezinator @antvwinderbaum @asexualzucchini

Word association game

How it works: I will list 10 random words, you will list the first words that come to your mind in response, & then tag 10 friends.

Example:

Cereal —> Tricks

Apple —> Green

Unicorn —> Button

Purple —> Lavender

Flower —> Daisy

Books —> Aelin

Swift —> Nation

Love —> Letters

Cat —> Love

Mystery —> Murder

@acourtofquestions @adaisybyanyothername @ordinarythingsiflovecaneverbe @everytaylorswiftsongisaboutcats

[house-towers-westfall]

The Most Brilliant Father

title: "the most brilliant father"

pairing: chaol westfall x yrene towers

synopsis: chaol and yrene have had a baby and it seems they couldn't get any happier. but chaol has some doubts and fears... it's up to yrene to convince him otherwise.

for: @sjmromanceweek 2025, day 5 (tropes). hurt/comfort.

notes: i love chaorene so much (i will go down with this ship) and this conversation seemed a very them thing to me. (after all a lot of tower of dawn is hurt/comfort.) enjoy!

Chaol watched his daughter being lulled to sleep by the rocking motions of her cradle. It swung gently from side to side and, judging by Josie’s slower breathing, Chaol would have guessed she was already asleep.

Thank the gods. He’d give anything for a moment of respite from the cries that woke either him or Yrene (and sometimes both) up hours past midnight. He placed his book face down on the rolled arm of his chair: he’d been unsuccessful in reading to take his horrible mind off the events of the day.

Silently, he walked towards the wooden cradle, which was still rocking back and forth.

His gaze lingered on his daughter, on the smooth, rounded cheeks and the tufts of hair beginning to grow on her head. She made a small fist with her hand, even in her slumber, and Chaol couldn’t help but think that that small hand could have been painted by a master painter, for how perfectly it was shaped.

Most times, it was difficult to believe that he and Yrene had made this beautiful thing together.

Chaol’s gaze caught on the toy clenched tightly in her other fist. He’d been told to take any small toys away from her when she was asleep, should they pose a choking hazard. Gently, he took the toy away, prying her fingers away from their tight grip on the figurine. She would be a strong one, when she grew older.

Chaol heard Yrene approach, knowing the cadence of her steps apart from anybody else, even through the soft padding of the carpet. She came up beside him, shoulder brushing against his, without saying a word. Chaol had a suspicion she was just as enamoured of their babe as he was.

Such silence was not an uncommon thing in their household, with both Chaol and Yrene taking care of their own duties in the company of the other, but still, Chaol broke their silence. “How did that concoction turn out?”

Yrene shrugged, tossing her rich brown curls behind her shoulder. “I’m not entirely sure. I’ve given it the right amount of sunlight and used mirrors to catch it all… and it looks the right colour…. but I won't be certain of its effectiveness until I use it on a volunteer.”

“If you made it,” Chaol said, “I’m sure it will work.”

Yrene rolled her eyes but said no more, instead leaving his side to take a seat on their golden couch. She gave a small sigh as she leaned against the cushions and put her feet up on the sofa’s arm.

She overworked herself – far more than he thought necessary. There were acolytes willing to take on any of her duties: they’d be delighted to be designated but a fraction of it.

“How was work?” he asked. “Did you overwork yourself, as always?” “No,” Yrene protested. “I didn’t see patients at all today. I spent the whole day making that potion I told you about. And you?”

“It was fine, until…” Quietly, Chaol said, “My father sent me a letter today.”

Alarm flared in Yrene’s eyes and she sat up, the hem of her embroidered gold dress hitting the floor. “What did he say?”

A quiet sort of anger simmered in her eyes, letting him know that if he had said anything hurtful about Chaol, Yrene would have some choice words with his father.

“The usual.” Yrene’s eyes narrowed. “That I didn’t back him in his newest proposal at court, that I still hadn’t upheld my promise, what a disgrace I was to the family name.”

He meant the words in jest, but he couldn’t help the current of tension that ran underneath it. Chaol might have taken more care to hide it, back when he hadn’t met his wife, the woman that made him want to bare those parts of himself to her. As he had done with so few other people.

“Give me the letter.” Chaol withdrew the letter from his pocket and handed it to her. He watched as her eyes ran over the neat, meticulously penned letter. A crease formed between her eyebrows as she read further and her eyes were narrowed to slits by the time she finished.

Chaol took a breath and found himself unable to speak, even more speechless than he had been after he’d read that cursed letter the first time. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to say anything or if he had the strength to.

Hiding was all well and good, he reminded himself, but to be who you are and display it to the whole world, unabashed, was something that took courage.

So Chaol swallowed and took off the armour that he’d kept on for too long. Voice wavering, he asked, “Am I anything like him?” He looked into Yrene’s eyes and willed his voice to stop trembling. “Tell me. For her sake.”

His gaze flitted over to the cradle, still rocking, rocking, rocking, like his insides felt: plunged into the ocean, thrown in the air.

His mind whirred through all the deplorable messages in that letter.

They call you a noble man, and yet you cannot keep a single oath?

Any child you raise is no granddaughter of mine. Fancy that, having a woman for an heir!

I am ashamed to call you my son. I would rather refer to you as a disgrace. That does fit far better, do you not agree?

Those last words echoed in his mind. His father had known how best to wound him. He had known far too well.

“Come here,” Yrene said to him as if from an ocean's depth away. He shook himself out of the abyss and sat on their golden couch, next to her.

She set the letter on the rolled arm of the couch and turned her eyes upon him. And instantly, he was stunned.

Yrene was beautiful, he knew that, better than he knew his own heartbeat, but it didn’t stop him from feeling as if all the light of a summer's dawn had hit him when she looked at him. There was scarcely a time when his breath didn’t hitch as she walked into the room.

“Listen.” Yrene shuffled closer, closing the distance between them, and interlaced her fingers with his. “I told you, when I was with child, that you would be the most brilliant father to ever exist.”

Her voice was quiet but filled with emotion, brimming with it. And the last few words – the most brilliant father to ever exist – were said with the sort of pride and belief that no one could fake. “That has not changed in the slightest.”

Chaol delighted in her words and little by little, the waves of doubt that had engulfed him began to ebb.

The most brilliant father to ever exist. That has not changed in the slightest.

Yrene used her hand to lift his chin, bent towards their linked hands, to face her. “Do you understand?”

Chaol nodded, breath gone out of him for an entirely different reason than previously. “Yes. I do.”

“And this?” Yrene picked up the letter, placed on the couch’s arm with little care. “This is nonsense.”

Chaol heard the sound of crinkling parchment and it was only when he looked at Yrene’s other hand that he realised that she had crushed it in her hands. It fell to the floor and made scarcely any sound.

Chaol choked. His mouth hung open for a few seconds, probably like a fish out of water, and a laugh escaped Yrene. “You look ridiculous.”

He closed his mouth. “Well, it was quite a shocking move to make.”

“Unfortunately, my temper gets the better of me sometimes.” Yrene shrugged.

“You’re lying, Yrene Towers,” Chaol said, chuckling. “I refuse to believe for a second that that was any more than a calculated decision.”

“You know me far too well, don’t you?” A corner of Yrene’s mouth went up.

“And a very well calculated decision it was too,” he told her. “And... I agree with you.”

He continued, “As far as I’m concerned, he’s the disgrace to the family line.”

Yrene smiled beautifully. “It is nice to see that we agree on one thing,” she replied, before kissing him.

Her warmth leaked into him as her hand pulled his face down, and, for one peaceful moment, there was nowhere else that Chaol wanted to be but this safe haven. Just the two of them, kissing in the faint lantern-light as if there were nothing else in the world.

And then the cries began. He winced, drawing back. “Is it my turn or yours today?”

“Yours,” Yrene said, hiding a smile.

“You’re coming with me,” Chaol replied, a smile spreading across his face to mirror hers. Yrene raised an eyebrow. “After all, ‘the most brilliant father to ever exist’ can’t complete his fatherly duties on his own.”

thank you for reading!

[darklove9314-blog]

What underrated ship should I do for Day 5 of SJM Romance week? (Favorite trope)

[throneofglassmicrofics]

Throne of Glass Microfics!

Welcome to our first month of microfics! How it works:

You can write for everyday or just one.

Combine prompts or not, interpret as you want.

Write the story in less than 1k words.

Write for whichever ship you want.

Be sure to @ us and we'll reblog your work here for all to see!

Be sure to add triggers if/as needed :)

FAQ