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shadowhandss60 · 8 months
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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?
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merymoonbeam · 1 month
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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
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whatisamettafor · 7 months
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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.
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gracieart · 9 months
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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.
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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
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elainemg97 · 1 year
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THRONE OF GLASS CHARACTER PROFILES
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Throne of glass and ACOTAR will always hold a special place in my heart 🥹
IG: elainem97
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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
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lamija-v · 3 months
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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
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foreverinelysian · 2 years
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normalize not reading TOG because you’ve read so many spoilers and don’t want to die of heart break
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writtenonreceipts · 1 year
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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.
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rulesofdisorder · 2 years
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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?
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shadowhandss60 · 6 months
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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.
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goddess-aelin · 2 years
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Dancing to a Happy Song
Masterlist
Part 4: Reunions pt II
 Word Count: 4k
FLUFFY, SO SO FLUFFY
TW: language, mention of sexual content.
It was time. Time for the dinner and subsequent pregnancy announcement. Time to pull the biggest surprise ever on her friends.  Aelin could barely contain her excitement. As she walked hand in hand with Rowan to the small dining room where they were holding their dinner, Aelin went over the plan again. They were going down early, Rowan already having made sure that the dining room was clear of any of their friends. She would welcome her friends like normal but ask them to refrain from any hugs under the guise of not wanting to spread whatever “stomach bug” she had yesterday. She’d be sitting at the head of the table the entire time so that the table would hide her belly, which was, at this point, very, very noticeable. And then after, at the most opportune moment, perhaps during a toast, she would stand, her tight fitting wine red dress revealing the most well-kept secret Terrasen had ever seen. She couldn’t help but smirk at the thought.
When they got to the small, cozy dining room, Aelin took a seat at the head of the table with Rowan to her left. There was no seating arrangement but she had hoped that any of the fae males would be farther down the table so they wouldn’t scent her. Fenrys, luckily, was the next to walk in and took the seat at Aelin’s right. As they waited for the rest of their family and friends to mosey in, Aelin basked in the warmth of the small fire in the hearth behind her, allowing it to calm her nerves. Though it wasn’t cold outside, the fire was always her comfort.
Lorcan, Elide, and Callum were the first to arrive, followed by Chaol, Yrene, and Troian. Next, Emrys, Malakai, and Luca strolled in and were promptly introduced to anyone who they didn’t know. Ansel and Galan were after, noting that Rolfe had decided to stay with his ships that had sailed up river and were now docked in Orynth’s small harbor. Nesryn, Sartaq, and Borte filled a few of the chairs farthest from Aelin, which left only one family yet to be accounted for. Right on cue, Aedion, Lysandra, and their tiny baby boy, Gavryn, rushed into the room, followed by Evangeline who seemed to have a whirlwind of energy.
Aelin smiled brightly at her cousin and her best friend as tears came to her eyes at the small bundle in Lysandra’s arms. Aedion stepped closer to Aelin as if to approach her for a hug. She hadn’t seen him in over 6 months, after all. But before he could, Aelin held up a hand. “Wait! I don’t want anyone to come closer to me since I had a small stomach bug yesterday. I wouldn’t want to pass it on to anyone. Just in case it’s still lingering.” Aelin gave a guilty smile and a shrug. Aedion looked as if he wanted to say something, eyebrows furrowing and lips pursing, but before he could, Gavryn let out a tiny wail.
The young man’s attention was diverted to his son and Aelin let out a small sigh of relief. Not yet. She had to wait until the most opportune moment for her secret to be revealed. Aelin met Yrene’s eye down the table and she could tell the young mother was suppressing a knowing smile.
As the first course, leafy greens with fresh tomatoes and a vinegar dressing, was served, Aelin sat back and took in her friends. They were all so happy. This would be the first time meeting Troian and Gavryn and to be quite honest, their cuteness was making her consider abandoning her plan altogether so that she could hold them. She looked at each little family, noting the way that the troubles of yesterday seemed to have been wiped away by happiness. She took joy in the fact that the past no longer plagued their faces, instead seeing the small wrinkles forming in places each person was smiling. If they were anything like her, she was sure that they had their troublesome days, but lately, those days were few and far between.
Aelin could feel Rowan looking at her, noting the way his brows were slightly furrowed as if he were worried for her. Aelin did suppose that she had zoned out there a bit so she turned to her husband and gave him a small smile. He returned it almost immediately. “Everything okay, Fireheart?”
Aelin’s heart clenched the love and care in his voice. She gave a small nod before leaning towards him. “I’m just so happy. Happy to have everyone here together. Happy to have you, and Terrasen, and the…” She caught herself before she could say what she wanted to say. Not yet. It wasn’t time to reveal this yet. Just a few more minutes. She didn’t exactly plan for when that moment would be but she’d know it when it was time.  
She could tell Rowan was holding back a smile. So instead, he grabbed her hand under the table and gently caressed his thumb over the back of it. Fenrys, having heard the whole conversation, graciously said nothing and only offered them both a small, knowing smile.  
A sudden thought hit Aelin as she snapped back to reality. “Hey, wait a minute! Where’s Manon?”
It was Chaol who answered, “Dorian’s not here. Did you think Manon would attend without him?” A few snorts went out at that.
“So you’re telling me that they finally got their heads out of their asses and are officially together?” Aelin had hoped it was the case. They had been dancing around each other for years at this point, neither admitting the full extent of their feelings for one another.
Chaol snorted. “Ha! That’s really funny, Aelin. As if either of them would ever tell anyone else what’s going on between them. Though I will say, they’re almost always together. If Dorian’s not going to the Witch Kingdom for “business,” then Manon’s in Adarlan, “checking on the wyverns.” That had Aelin letting out a large cackle.
“Sounds about right.” A few of their friends laughed. It was at that point that Callum gave a loud shriek and before Elide could even comprehend what was going on, the two year old slid off of his mother’s lap and ran towards Aelin.
“Aunty Ay!” Aelin couldn’t move fast enough and before she knew it, the boy was at her side, reaching for her to pick him up. And as she looked into his wide brown eyes, who was she to deny him? Surprises be damned. No one would know she had a baby bump. Holding Callum would hide that. Aelin slowly and carefully picked the young boy up and sat him on her lap, facing her. He began to show her the contents of his tiny pockets, pulling out rocks, crumpled flowers, and a few dead bugs. Elide looked mortified.
“Lochan, your son is quite the collector.” Aelin said with a smirk.  
Before anyone could respond, Callum, ever the little menace, stated, “Aunty Ay, you belly like mama’s!” Aelin froze. His tiny hand patted her swollen belly gently and Aelin couldn’t help the little smile that crossed her face at the boy’s antics. Oh, he was certainly going to be a great big brother.  Aelin pulled her eyes away from the little boy to look up at her friends. Almost everyone, with the exception of Yrene, Fenrys, Lorcan, and her friends from Mistward, had a look of shock on their faces. Complete silence filled the room as Aelin looked at Rowan, who’s eyes were wide.
The silence was only broken by Lysandra. “YOU BITCH! I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!”
Aelin was about to respond when a tiny voice in Aelin’s lap shouted, “Yeah! You beech!” The stunned faces were wiped away as howling laughter filled the room. Callum had a huge smile on his face, proud that he made everyone laugh.
“Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it Lorcan?” Lorcan just rolled his eyes at his queen though a small smile graced his face. Elide quickly gave a light smack to Lorcan’s arm, a demand to fetch their son. After Aelin was freed, she stood. Gasps rose all around. Aedion was the first to sprint over to her and envelop her in a lingering hug. “I’m so, so happy for you, Ae,” Her cousin whispered. After that, the dinner became more of a circus, everyone rising to offer the expectant parents congratulations. Each one of her friends took their turns giving her hugs and rubbing her belly. She got many questions on if they had picked a name (no they hadn’t) and do they have a guess on the gender (Rowan is thinking a girl, Aelin a boy).
It was Elide who said “I knew you weren’t sick! I knew it. I’ve literally seen you work through immense amounts of pain and still keep going. So I knew something was fishy when you didn’t come to greet us yesterday.” She quickly looked at her husband, who had a small smirk on his face, and pointed her finger directly at him. “And you! You knew, didn’t you?!”
Lorcan threw his hands up, claiming innocence. “She told me nothing.” “But you suspected, didn't you?” A nod confirmed what Elide was thinking. The spitfire of a woman crossed her arms, pouting.
“How!?” Aelin truly was baffled. She had barely seen Lorcan in the last few months, much less talked to him.
“Well it’s easy to infer when you’ve been sick most mornings and then every time I saw you in the halls, you turned around and sprinted in the opposite direction. You aren’t as sly as you think you are, your Highness.”
Aelin let out an indignant huff.
It was Chaol who next spoke, turning to his wife, “That means that you knew, too! That’s why you were rushed off yesterday.” Yrene gave a shrug.
“I helped her out with her nausea and it looks like she’s feeling much, much better now.” Poor Troian was sitting in the middle of his parents, looking for all the world like he might start crying. Yrene noticed and ran her fingers through his thick brown hair.
After a while, things settled down again and the friends continued their meal. Aedion piped up from the other end of the table, “Any other surprises we should be aware of?” Aelin let out a laugh before shaking her head. The moment her head stopped shaking, the doors to the dining room were thrown open, letting a slight breeze drift through the room. Manon swaggered through.
“Hope I’m not too late. I had a small stop to make on my way here.” Before Aelin could wonder what possible stop she could make in the short walk from her rooms, none other than the King of Adarlan walked through the doors. 
“You really thought I’d miss this?” Dorian strutted through the doors, hands raised at his sides. Troian was the first to pop up, running towards Dorian, squealing. Aelin hadn’t seen a single ounce of the chaotic energy that the boy now exhibited throughout the time he quietly and politely sat at dinner.  As the small boy hugged his uncle, Aelin took a long glance at Dorian. No longer a young man, Dorian had filled out and the body that was once lanky and thinner was now filled with muscle. The crown was nowhere to be seen and his hair was slightly shorter than the last time she saw him. He looked… happy. “So what did I miss?” he asked as he pulled up an extra chair at the far end of the table, next to Manon who was already digging into the food the servants had laid out for them.
Before he could sit, Aelin got up from her seat and waddled towards Dorian, intent on hugging her friend. 
Dorian took one look at Aelin’s belly before sputtering “Well that’s new.” Aelin chuckled and brought her friend into a hug. Dorian gripped her tighter, whispering in her ear, “It’s nice to see you, Aelin. And congratulations.” Aelin returned the sentiment before returning to her seat. She knew Manon probably wouldn’t appreciate a hug, though she did get a small smile and dip of the head from the witch.
Before she sat down, Aelin felt the need to make a small speech. Everyone quieted down as they realized her intention. “I just wanted to say how happy I am that you all are here. Our little band of misfits, together again. I haven’t seen most of you as much as I may have wanted these last few years but I’m happy that you’re here now. So a toast,” Aelin raised her glass of water, “to everlasting friendship and the love of family.”
As she sat down, Rowan was smiling at her. “That was cheesy,” he joked.  Aelin rolled her eyes and sent a small smack to his arm. “But it was lovely, Fireheart.” He raised her hand to his lips and placed a small, gentle kiss to the back of it.  
“Not to steal the spotlight from their highnesses, but I guess it’s a good time to make another announcement.” Manon, frozen, didn’t look like she particularly wanted anything to be announced, but she allowed Dorian to continue. “We also will be welcoming a baby witchling sometime in the near future.” The dumbfounded silence returned. Manon looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in the dining room.
“So…” Aelin tried to find the words. “So, you’re together then? Or did you secretly get married? Because if so, I will be very upset that I wasn’t invited to the wedding.” That seemed to break the tension that was palpable in the room.
It was Manon who answered with a chuckle. “I suppose we are married in every way that counts. I...I love Dorian. And he loves me, so he tells me all the time. The witches don’t do traditional marriage like you all do. But, yes. We’re together.” At that, a bright smile crossed Aelin’s face. And once again, the room turned into an uproar.
“Will it be a girl?” “Which kingdom will they rule?” “When are you due?”
“Okay, okay, everyone. Let’s all calm down.” Dorian could see that Manon was getting overwhelmed and knew that at any moment, her iron claws might make an appearance. She had been more volatile since she found out she was pregnant, though she was only a few weeks along. “I will explain. We didn’t exactly plan this but a witchling is a true blessing especially because it has not been possible since before the wastes went barren. And as for which kingdom she will rule, well…” Dorian smirked at Manon. “Perhaps we’ll just have to have a second one so that each kingdom can have a ruler.” Manon let a slight huff of breath out at that.
Aelin could not be happier for her friends. As the night continued on, she and her friends spoke about anything and everything. From how they were doing to new hobbies to how the kids were doing, Aelin soaked up every piece of her friends that she could get. She held Gavryn and listened to his little coos and eventually even got Troian to open up to her. He was an extremely bright boy once he came out of his shell. Eventually, the night had to come to a close. Especially since the welcome ball for the peace summit was the next day. Aelin needed as much sleep as she could get to be ready for what she was sure would be a very exciting and very draining time.
It wasn’t until they were back in their room and snuggled into the warm bed that Aelin brought up the topic of baby names to Rowan. They hadn’t seriously talked about what to name their child but given that they would be meeting the tiny one in a few short months, it was probably a good idea to have something picked out.
“Hey Buzzard?” Rowan looked over at her but not before he rolled his eyes at the nickname and let out a sigh.
“Yes, fireheart?”
“What do you want to name our baby?” At that, Rowan became more alert, turning fully onto his side to face her. A small smile crept across his face.
“I might have a few ideas.” Aelin cocked an eyebrow at that. “But I want to hear what you like first.”
“Well, I’m not really sure to be honest. I sometimes hear names that I like but then I’m not sure if they’re befitting a future king or queen. And then other times I hear something I like only to realize that it’ll be way too much of a mouthful with the last name Whitethorn-Galathynius.” She let out a giggle at that.
“Would you want to name her after your mom? Or maybe Elentiya?”
“What makes you so sure it’s a girl?” Aelin wasn’t entirely sure what she thought but simply because Rowan was so adamant about it being a girl did she claim it was a boy. 
“I just know. I am always right. But ok, let me amend my statement. Do you want to name the baby after your parents? Or Nehemia? Or maybe Sam?” His eyes softened as he said the last name.
With a sigh, Aelin considered. “I…I don’t think so. I don’t want our child’s life to be marred by past events. All of those names have such a heavy feeling and bad memories associated with them. I think our baby needs their own name. One that’s completely their own and that has no connotations associated.” Rowan nodded. “And I think it’d be kind of weird if we name the baby after a former lover, don’t you?” Rowan understood completely. He wouldn’t want to name the baby after Lyria. He didn’t even want to bring that option up.
Rowan kissed her forehead before answering softly. “Ok. So that leaves us where?”
“I like the name Elliana for a girl. Or maybe Malin. But maybe that sounds too much like Manon. Ooh or how about Arya? Or Elluna? Nella?” Rowan knew Aelin was going off on a bit of a tangent as she continued listing names. He wasn’t sure if she had a list in her head or was just coming up with whatever she could think of. She was obviously getting into the groove as she sat up and leaned against the wooden headboard of their bed. She paused to catch her breath. Her shoulders drooped as she paused.  “To be honest, though I don’t love any of those.”
Rowan had just the thing to fix it. “Don’t you worry, Fireheart, I had a plan for this exact occasion.” Aelin gave him a strange look as he rose from their bed and made his way to the small oak desk in the sitting room adjacent to their bedroom. He was only gone a moment before he returned and sat next to her at the headboard. He handed her a small, wrinkled piece of paper and as Aelin gently unfolded it, she realized what it was.
“Is this a…list of names?” Rowan gave a nod. “So this is what you’ve been so quick to stash in the drawers whenever I walk into the room.” Aelin gave a chuckle as she swore Rowan’s cheeks turned slightly pink. Her mate wasn’t just incredibly hot but also incredibly cute. “And why are they all girls' names?!”
“Because I know it’s going to be a girl. And yes, I have been working on this list for a while. They’re some names in the old language I liked and thought you might like, too. I picked a lot of them out for their meanings. Things I thought were fitting for a child of ours.” He smiled.
Aelin couldn’t help the emotions piling up and she felt the tears starting to prick her eyes. A few tears fell before she could catch them but Rowan’s thumbs were there, wiping away any stray tear marks left behind on her cheeks. “Why are you crying, my love?”
“Because you put so much love and care into this list just like I know you’re going to give so much love and care to our baby. I can’t help but be emotional. Plus after seeing you hold Gavryn tonight, I was already a mess. Crying was inevitable.” Rowan chuckled but continued to hold her face in his hands, thumb stroking her cheek. Aelin took a cleansing breath and turned back to the task at hand. “Ok, so girls’ names, then.” She scanned the list slowly and had to admit that Rowan picked out some really, really cute names. She could see any of them as her daughter’s name. The name of a future queen. “What does this one mean?” She pointed to a name towards the top of the list.
“Idalia? That means ‘behold the sun.’ That was one of my favorites.” Aelin just let out a sound of agreement. “How about this one?” “Auryn means gold.” At that, Aelin looked at him with a disbelieving stare.
“You’re kidding me. You put a name that means ‘gold’ on this list? Is this because of that godsdamned gold nightgown?” Rowan let out a full-bellied laugh. “I probably could get Lysandra to let me borrow it again if you’re feeling nostalgic. Though I don’t know that it would fit right now.”
“That was not my intention but if the shoe fits, I suppose. I do genuinely like that one. And no, don’t worry. I much prefer you without any nightgown at all.” Aelin rolled her eyes, blushing, and went back to the list. One name in particular caught her eye as she neared the end of the list.
She pointed. “This one?”
Rowan’s eyes softened and he answered, “That one means ‘soul.’” The corners of Aelin’s lips tilted up at that. She could see it. Their tiny daughter. With this name that meant ‘soul,’ just as she was going to be the biggest part of their own souls. The soul of the kingdom, hopefully leading their people in peace for many years to come.  
“That sounds perfect.” Aelin’s eyes slid to Rowan’s and they leaned forward at the same time to touch their foreheads to each other.
Aelin couldn’t help the yawn that escaped her after a moment. She definitely was tired. Boys names would have to wait for another day, it seemed. They both slid under the covers once more, Rowan placing the list at his bedside table.
Aelin was almost asleep before Rowan spoke again.
“It was because of a dream.”
“Hmm? What was?”
“The reason I think it’s a girl. It was because of a dream. When we were searching for you for those two months you were in Doranelle, I swear I had different variations of the same dream over and over again. The one constant was always that it was you and our children in that dream. What we were doing might have changed as did the tone of the dreams but I always saw you. And our daughter. She had golden hair like you but with my eyes. And our boys, one with silver hair and your eyes and one that looked just like me. Then there was a little girl with silver hair and blue eyes.” 
“FOUR KIDS, Buzzard?! I think not.”
“Five.” Aelin’s eyes snapped open at that. “Five kids. You were pregnant.”
 Aelin was silent as she considered. “Well, we will just have to see about that. You’re going to stay far, far away from me after this one.” Rowan chuckled. Aelin closed her eyes again but a small smile still played on her lips. Rowan swore he caught a quiet five kids my ass before he closed his eyes, as well. And that night he dreamt again of babies with golden hair like sunlight and emerald eyes as bright as Aelin’s wedding band.  
A/N: Cmon guys, you thought I’d tell you the name right away? I have to keep you in suspense somehow. I totally just wanted this to be a fluff-fest so I hope you enjoyed it and I hope your insides feel like they’re exploding with joy. Next chapter brings the schemes so be prepared :) LMK if I missed tagging you or if you want to be added/deleted 
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Does anyone have any throne of glass series updates? I'll ride this train till the day I die.
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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:
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