Readers' Choice Rec List Part 5 Of 7

Readers' Choice Rec List Part 5 of 7

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We'll Change the World Yet to Our Dessire [sic] by @torvagatai

@indomitable-love: I just adore this fic and I so rarely see people talking about it, and as it's a little older I think it's got a little lost and I'd LOVE for more people to discover it because I think it's amazing. It's Alex & Henry on a royal tour, battling with Mary to announce their engagement – tender, beautiful, vivid, romantic, has great characterisation and tension without feeling angsty. Just a top tier RWRB fic.

Everybody needs good neighbours by @rmd-writes

@myheartalivewrites: Hot, sweet, there’s Alex being oblivious and Henry pining and I’ve reread it loads of times ❤️

Never Did Run Smooth by @clottedcreamfudge

@myheartalivewrites: Fake dating! Pining! Generalised hotness! If you made me give up all but one RWRB fic, this is the one I’d pick. Don’t make me though

Prince Henry Breaks Down 11 Looks From 1997 to Now by th0ughts

@14carrotghoul: Such a happy ending for Henry and his characterization is magic

Let Loose Your Glow by @athousandrooms

anon: THE comfort fic

Bite Your Tongue On Purpose by Woodsarelovely

anon

Most people exist by @sprigsofviolets

anon: Heartbreaking sick fic

A long way from playground by @three-drink-amy

anon

What do I know by @three-drink-amy

anon: Alex wakes up from a coma and the angst is perfect

Pump the volume by absoluteaudacity

anon: Deaf!Alex. It tackles disability with such care

Rowaelin Month Day 6 - Forced Proximity

Hello everyone! I'm sorry I haven't done anything for this month yet but here is a very short fic!

(if you're wondering why I've been so absent lately it's because I'm cooking up a new fic...*cough cough*)

Warnings: actually nothing, wow look at me

Tag list <33: @backtobl4ck, @aelinchocolatelover, @renxzs, @blue-bird17, @autumnbabylon @luell1q Let me know if you want to be added!

Word count: 440(short i know i'm sorry)

Enjoy! <3

“I cannot believe you,” Aelin Galathynius fumed as her - former - best friend hauled her toward the tent. 

“Hey, it’s not my fault you and Rowan decided to get into a fight right before our couples retreat,” Lysandra laughed evilly, her emerald eyes sparkling. “Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”

“I don’t think I’ll thank you for locking me in a tent for twenty-four hours!” Aelin shrieked as they got even closer to the flaps, pushing against Lysandra’s surprisingly iron grip. “Aedion!” she pleaded, but her cousin just laughed maniacally as he pushed a panicked Rowan to the same fate. 

“Enjoy!” The two masterminds chorused in unison as they shoved the two into the tent and promptly zipped up the flaps. Panting, Aelin turned to Rowan, who was watching her with a wary expression, hair a mess. 

“Guess we’re stuck here,” he said, carefully, clearly testing the waters - as if she was a bomb to be set off. Her teeth ground together and she stomped past him, flopping onto the large bed. 

The tent was much nicer than she’d thought - a carpet covered most of the grass floor, a large fluffy white bed in a corner, chairs and a table with heaping piles of food in the other. There was a crackling portable fireplace, and even more little packets of food they could cook with the pots and pans under the bed. Well, at least the $1,000 they’d paid for the trip hadn’t been a total waste.

Rowan sighed and went to sit on the carpet by the fireplace. “Look, we might as well make up if we’re going to be stuck in here.” 

Aelin glared up at the ceiling. “Fine.”

“Aelin,” Rowan warned. “Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m the one who did anything wrong! You were in a pissy mood all night last night, and you totally flipped out at me for nothing!”

“You ate my chocolate!” Aelin screamed, loud enough for the birds in nearby trees to flap away in fright. She was surprised at her volume, and Rowan froze, the two gaping at each other before-

They burst into laughter, giddy laughter that made her sides hurt. “Oh, my Gods,” she giggled, wiping tears out of her eyes. 

Rowan was doubled over with his laughter, hooting, and Aelin thought it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever heard. “C’mere,” she said, patting the spot next to her. “I’ve got some ideas on what we can do in here.”

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Hours later, as she sunk deeper into her husband’s bare chest, sated-out and satisfied, she sent a silent thank-you to her best friend and cousin.

I just imagine.. On holidays, Alex takes a nap next to him, and Henry reads his favorite book

I'm kinda sad and surprised that we got an entire movie both men and women thirsting over ACD and yet no fanfic writers decided to write a jealous, possessive and proud boyfriend Henry fic yet.

The entire book was about Alex feeling jealous and smug to have Henry as his. I wanna read about Henry's smugness too. Especially after seeing how the entire movie everyone was trying to throw themselves at ACD.

I love this SO MUCH!! This is my favorite type of fic - post-story, with wholesome Rowaelin moments 🥰💕

This is the kind of thing I hope I make when I’m writing 🥰🥰

Scaling in the Moonlight

Hello everyone!!! Long time no see!!! It's been eleven months!!!!! since I last wrote anything. I hated the fact that I missed last years rowaelin month and was determined to write something for this years rowaelin month (and a special thank you to @goddess-aelin for her lovely note saying she missed my work <3)

And thanks to the lovely people that run rowaelin month!!! you are all amazing!!! @rowaelinscourt

Apologies in advance if my writing and grammar and characterisation is a little rusty, like I said, it's been eleven months since I last wrote anything and I'm slowly getting through my ToG re-read (which has really opened my eyes to how traumatised Aelin is as a person/character).

Words: 800+. CW: none, I don't think.

Day 18- Aelin and Rowan's hawk form.

It was two AM and Aelin was out, wondering the dark city streets of Orynth, looking for the right building.

Instead of using the castle's obstacle course like most sane people would, Aelin decided that she needed to do this the way she was trained too—by scaling the side of buildings, using every muscle in her body to pull herself up to reach the top of the building, to run across the rooftops to get closer to her target.

She needed the reminder that she could—and that she hadn't lost her edge.

Although, she was sure she had lost it. She did still train, from magic to weapons to hand-to-hand combat, she did whichever she was in the mood for with what free time she had, but as Queen and mother to five children, she had no need to scale buildings and jump from rooftop to rooftop.

So she had decided, as she ate her dinner with her family, she was going to relive her past life; if only for a couple of hours.

Aelin walked through one more street before she found a good starting point—a shoe store that she did frequent with Rowan and their children. It was two storeys tall and she knew that no one occupied the apartment above the shop so no one would see her.

Hopefully no one would hear her either.

Stretching before climbing, Aelin told herself that it would be fine. She had given birth to five children, all without pain relieving herbs, she could—would—scale this building with ease.

Finding her footing was easy enough, so Aelin started her trek—and thankfully didn't fall off, although she did slid time a few times and had to grit her teeth to stop her cursing from echoing around town.

The burning in her muscles took her back to how she used to be, how she used to be able to demand any contract and fat coin purse she desired.

She didn't miss that life, not at all, but it was part of who she was and she was not ashamed of it.

Taking one last gulping breath, Aelin hoisted herself over the roofs ledge and let the accomplishment rush through her.

So determined she was in proving herself that she could still do this, she hadn't been aware that she had a follower.

A follower that now clicked his beak at her.

Aelin's head snapped upwards, taking in her mate's large hawk-form as he perched on the chimney.

“You were asleep when I left,” was all Aelin could think of to say.

Rowan clicked his beak again, as if to say And now I'm awake.

“Clearly,” Aelin said, “how'd I go from your end?”

She waited for him to shift back but he didn't. He wasn't mad at her, she knew that much, but she didn't want anyone to see her talking to her mate like this—it felt too intimate to be like this in public, but after two decades together, Aelin could converse with Rowan in his hawk form as easily as she could talk to him in his Fae form.

Rowan didn't say anything but flew to the building next to her. He clicked his beak. You can climb well enough, let's see how you can jump.

Aelin moved to the ledge, looking down to the ground, if she didn't make it, she wouldn't die, but she'd probably be bruised all over.

She looked at Rowan, who was waiting patiently. “Will you nurse me back to health if I fall?” she asked, batting her eyelashes at her husband, who rolled his eyes.

“That better be a yes,” she said and moved back to take a running jump.

Gods, if she fell, she'd never get over the embarrassment.

Aelin ran and jumped—and just made it. She hit her chin hard enough that when she made it over the ledge of the building, she laid down and stared at the open night sky.

A flash of light brighter than the moon came and went, and then there was Rowan, taking her in.

“Fireheart,” he said, his voice deep and concerned. “Are you alright?”

“I'm fine,” Aelin said, her chin sore but she would live. She eyed her mate up and down, however, and said, “But I would still appreciate being nursed back to health—especially if you take your shirt off.”

Rowan rolled his eyes again, but obliged her, his shirt coming off in one easy movement that had her contemplate making a sixth baby.

“Where does it hurt, milady?” her king-consort asked, his rough fingers moving across her collarbone.

“Here,” she said, pointing to her chin, and soon she was better, especially as she chased Rowan around in his hawk form, easily jumping from roof to roof as the hours went by.