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Listen I Was Just Telling My Friend That So Many Parts Of Miss Americana And The Heartbreak Prince Are

listen I was just telling my friend that so many parts of miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince are so Alex and Henry

1. the title of the song duh

2. You know I adore you, I'm crazier for you fhan I was at 16, lost in a film scene, waving homecoming queens, marching band playing ~ henry literally in love with Alex for years

3. no cameras catch my pageant smile, I counted days, I counted miles to see you there, to see you there ~ the whole scenes of them trying to see each other, keeping their relationship under wraps

4. It's been a long time coming, but it's you and me, that's my whole world ~ very end speech coded and also the whole bea and alex scene on I will love him on purpose, alex asking henry that he'll only leave if he tells him too, the dance in v and a scene, karaoke scene SO MUCH AAH

5. you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes ~ entire polo scene, like their competitiveness which is so canon

6. We're so sad, we paint the town blue, voted most likely to run away with you ~ do i need to elaborate the times they have run towards each other

7. leave with my head hung, you are the only one who seems to care ~ henry caring about Alex's family problems, the moment when he got vulnerable (also the turkey scene lowkey cause only henry listened to the whinings of Alex)

8. And now the storm is coming, but It's you and me, that's my whole world ~ them fighting together against media when elevator pictures got leaked, faking it but they are in it together

9. And I don't want you to (go), I don't really wanna (fight)

'Cause nobody's gonna (win), I think you should come home

And I don't want you to (go), I don't really wanna (fight)

'Cause nobody's gonna (win), I think you should come home

And I don't want you to (go), I don't really wanna (fight)

'Cause nobody's gonna (win), just thought you should know

And I'll never let you (go) 'cause I know this is a (fight)

That someday we're gonna (win)~ DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN THE BRIDGE

10. It's you and me, that's my whole world They whisper in the hallway, "She's a bad, bad girl" She's a bad, bad girl ~ they are both bad girl coded, cause the banter but ughhh it's kinda alex for me

BUT PLEASE SCREAM WITH ME THANK YOU SO MUCH

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1 year ago

I love this!!

ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY 18

ROWAELIN MONTH: DAY 18

~ Aelin and Hawk Rowan ~

Just something silly and sweet for our beloved otp

~~~~~

The world passed by in a blur, Kasida’s stride eating up distance over the grassy plain. Each hoof beat resounded through Aelin’s body, the fast paced rhythm creating a symphony that only added to the thrill of the ride. Aelin trusted her steed completely, knowing she had the care for both their safety and avoiding unsteady ground. And they were not alone.  

Rowan swooped, his wing brushing her cheek. As much as she loved the gesture, it was distracting, and Aelin almost missed the turn onto the forest path. Bastard, he was trying to distract her. Kasida slowed just a little, her sure footing not faltering as the path was swarmed with vegetation. Aelin assumed Rowan flew above the trees to avoid entanglement in the branches. Their little race was almost over and she hoped she could rely on the thick, overlapping boughs to help her win. 

An obligation free morning had presented itself and tired of courtly nonsense stealing her away from him, Rowan had insisted they flee the palace. And he always complained about her affinity for dramatics when at times he was equally so. He had told her to dress for riding and meet him at the stables while he would sort out the rest. 

Aelin had taken the time to brush and saddle Kasida herself, basking in the simple and ordinary task. Sometimes it was nice to pretend that she didn’t have the weight of an entire kingdom on her shoulders. It had barely been a year since the war had ended, her country was still rebuilding and there was so much to do. Still, she needed to take time for herself or she might go insane. Aelin had Kasida fully tacked when Rowan appeared, a pack on his shoulder and a wide grin on his face. Then he’d told her to meet him by the stream and shifted. 

To get out of the city Aelin had used a small gate built into the outer wall, only for secret royal usage. Rowan had circled above her while she warmed up her steed, the mare impatient to run. When she was ready, Aelin turned Kasida to follow the edge of the Oakwald. And then they were off, Rowan’s screech of approval echoing. He understood her intention, this would be a race.

He gave another such call now, letting Aelin know he was still wth her. She was almost at the stream. With the thick foliage overhead she might just win. It would be hard for him to find a way through without risk to himself. Her fae senses picked up the sound of the stream, the scent of the damp soil. A few more moments and she’d be there. The trees parted, the stream was in view, and then there was a bright flash of light that had the over excited horse shying in surprise. Rowan stood there, leaning against a tree like he hadn’t a care in the world. 

“I win,” he had the gall to say. 

Aelin was nearly panting as she dismounted. Flames simmered at her fingers, the thrill of the ride and the indignation over what her mate had said only adding to the fire. 

“I was here first,” she protested.

Rowan just smirked at her. “I would say otherwise.”

“Of course you would.”

“Because I won,” Rowan reiterated. 

Aelin groaned in frustration, quickly tending to Kasida so she could graze but not wonder off. Then she was storming over to her husband, embers flying in her wake. 

“You cheated,” she accused. “You tried to distract me.”

Rowan dropped the pack to the grassy floor, standing a little straighter, no longer using the tree to take his ease. “I did no such thing.”

This time Aelin growled at him, baring her pointed canines. Rowan just continued to smirk at her. The insufferable, cheating bastard.

“Fireheart, it was only a little race.” All his words did was antagonise her further.

“It’s never just a little race.”

Rowan chuckled softly. “My apologies, milady. I must have forgotten how competitive you are.”

Aelin was right in front of him now, nearly chest to chest. “Memory problems tend to persist in old age.”

Before Aelin could even think of a new argument, Rowan had reached for her shoulders, and spun them so that her back was against the tree. His body crowded around hers, but Aelin was not ready to give in. She just kept looking up at him, defiance all over her face. 

Her mate ignored every ounce of malice she was sending his way, and lent in closer.  “Are you going to waste our alone time talking?”

There was a hand on her waist, and Aelin couldn’t help but arch into the touch. As it rose higher her breathing quickened at it had nothing to do with the exertion from the ride. Rowan moved closer, his nose brushing against Aelin’s in a teasing gesture. She was about to demand he do something more when he finally kissed her. She surrendered to it, loving the privilege of having Rowan so close. They saw each other every day, but finding time to truly be with each other was hard to find some days. 

She couldn’t help herself though, that fire of mischief still burned. Aelin broke the kiss, taking joy in the annoyance that entered Rowan’s green eyes. “And another thing—“

It seemed Rowan had had enough of her antics because he tugged her against him for another kiss, smothering her laughter. They stayed like that until they were both breathless and the only reason they broke apart was to catch it. Rowan’s hands weren’t idle though, they worked on untucking her shirt from her pants, touching the bare skin on her waist. That let Rowan recover and his breathing evened out, but with each insistent sweep across Aelin’s body her breath was hitching. Especially when those hands moved higher.

“Once upon a time I promised the first time I would take you wouldn’t be against a tree,” Rowan murmured onto the skin of her neck. Then he pulled back, watching Aelin’s face as he pressed into her firmer, so she could feel every hard line of his body. “It’s not the first time, is it?”

Aelin shook her head furiously, anticipation getting the better of her. They kept eye contact as she looped her arms around her neck and Rowan's hands slid down to her thighs. Cheating or not, Rowan had a point. She could argue this again later when they had more time. 

Aelin arched into him, inviting him to take more. “I’m waiting, buzzard.”

Rowan laughed and kissed her again, and this time they didn’t stop until they had both unraveled completely.  

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed this little bit of canon silliness

@rowaelinscourt


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1 year ago

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.”

__

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.


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1 year ago

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.


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1 year ago

Readers' Choice Rec List Part 5 of 7

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

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