#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.

[gracie-rosee]

I’ve had a thought and I’ve never seen anyone talk about this before in theories or anything. (KOA + minor hofas spoilers, maybe?)

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.

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?

[gracieart]

Happy Father's day :)

I've always imagined Chaol and Yrene have a little girl. They name her Josie, after Yrene's mother Josefin of course, and she is a miniature version of her mother, which pleases Chaol to no end.

I could go on for days about them. I painted Chaol for Father's day already, but nobody ever draws them. So I will! (Plus, I like redrawing old art so I can see how much I have improved.)

Chaol and Yrene belong to SJM | Please do not repost my art without permission.

[lesolehabitantdelalune]

Elriel & Chaolrene Parallels

I don’t remember if @merymoonbeam posted these yet on her Elriel x SJM Couples thread, but my amazing friend @/Lda9090 on tiktok posted these parallels between Elriel and Chaolrene, and I couldn’t resist but post here too!

Spoilers for ToD

[elainemg97]

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[writtenonreceipts]

drabble time! ChaolxYrene.

Warnings: minor depictions of a car accident.

A Bad Day

Rain pelted the windows of the diner with reckless abandon. It had been a long day of relentless storm clouds, howling wind, and that endless rain.  Usually, it wasn’t such a miserable sight.  Usually, it offered her a little hope.  Usually, it reminded her of better things to come.

Yrene leaned back in the booth she sat in and watched as the storm continued. Outside there were only a few cars that dared to brave the weather, no pedestrians. The late winter night left no room for any excess of light. Everything was dark, thick and heavy.

The diner was basically empty except for her, only two other customers and the usual waitress Yrene always saw when she came by.

Through the downpour outside the hospital lights flashed in the distance. Her shift had ended two hours ago and instead of going to her car and going home Yrene had come straight here. She should have gone home to her bed and a shower. That's what any sane person would do, but instead she'd trudged through the rain in her scrubs and old tennis shoes and slipped into her favorite booth.

Borte, the waitress, had immediately brought over a glass of water quickly followed by a milkshake. And while Yrene tried to take comfort in the kindness, she couldn't shake the day from her shoulders.  A car accident with multiple victims.  A pair of pink light up shoes.  The blood and tears.

As she poked a straw through the rapidly melting milkshake the door of the diner opened rushing in the sound of thundering rain and stiff, cold breeze. Yrene glanced up as a familiar form walked toward the table and then slid into the seat across from her.

She met Chaols gaze, if a bit reluctant. She never liked anyone seeing her being weak. Least of all Chaol, but the day had been long. Hard. One of the most difficult to have happened in a long while.

"How'd you find me?" She asked, running a finger through melted ice cream running down the glass. She brought the drip to her lips, willing the sugar to rush straight to her brain.

"Borte texted me when you showed up " Chaol said. He was soaking wet. His hair plastered to his forehead and his jacket still dripping with rain.  Still—she was a welcome sight.

“Of course she did.”

The diner had long been their go to date destination. Especially as Yrene’s internship was at the hospital just down the street, the food was cheap and good, and it just gave them good memories. Borte had been their waitress through it all too.

"Yrene," Chaol said softly. He reached out and gently took her hand.

He had calluses from years of hard labor, hi skin tan from being out in the sun. Yrene had always liked the way he looked—someone who worked, someone who hadn't had it easy. She could see the years of his efforts on his still youthful face. And through it all he was still here for her.

"It wasn't a good day," she said. It was all she could admit to and she could only pray that Chaol would understand.

He entwined their fingers and held on. And though he said nothing, she could still feel that ever present strength of his, could still feel his support.

They stayed there, hand in hand, as the storm raged outside and the minutes and hours bled together. And Yrene let herself hope for a better tomorrow.

[shadowhandss60]

He’s a 10 but…

(Throne of Glass edition)

Rowan: He’s a 10 but he punched you in the face and said it would be better if you died 10 years ago

Dorian: He’s a 10, but he dipped after you proposed to him and then proposed to some other b*tch the next day.

Lorcan: He’s a 10 but he thought you were a child when he first saw you.

Chaol: He’s a 10 but he’s in love with his best friend.

[rulesofdisorder]

another stupid double standard that i can’t stop thinking about in SJM books:

alot of people talk about how they think Feyre and Rhys tying their lives in together in ACOTAR is stupid and irresponsible but no one talks that way about Elide and Lorcan in TOG. or even about Chaol and Yrene (which i do think is a different story because she tied their lives together to save Chaol’s life but still, kinda the same situation)

but what i’m trying to say is, why is it irresponsible for Feyre and Rhys but romantic for Elide and Lorcan? is it just because we saw the consequences and complications of actually having lives tied together when Feyre almost died in pregnancy? or do you all just hate Feyre and Rhys for everything they do?

[heyovivi]

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🏷 #chaolwestfall #yrenetowers #chaolrene #sarahjmaas #throneofglass #halloween #inktober

[mrstrafalgardshanks]

Does anyone have any throne of glass series updates? I'll ride this train till the day I die.

[onemustalwaysbecarefulofbooks]

Tower of Dawn:

“There is another piece to the life-bond, to this bargain,” Hafiza added gently. They turned to her. “When it is time, whether the death is kind or cruel. . .it will claim you both.”

Her strength would be his strength. And when Yrene went, he would go. But if he went before her--

Dread curled in his gut.

“The true price of all this,” Hafiza said, reading the panic. “Not fear for your own life, but what losing your life will do to the other.”

ACOWAR:

“When it’s time to go there,” I said quietly, “we go together.”

“It’s a bargain,” he said, and kissed me gently.

I murmured back onto his lips, “Yes, it is.”

The skin on my left arm tingled. A lick of warmth snaked down it. I looked down to find another tattoo there--the twin to the one that had once graced it. He’d modified this one to fit around it, to be seamlessly integrated amid the whorls and swirls.

“I missed the old one,” he said innocently.

Chaol and Yrene:

[romance-me-up]

I realized during my reread of ToD is that Yrene Towers is just as cheeky as Aelin and Lysandra lol