12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition
In the spirit of the Holidays, I will be writing & posting short stories about the ACOTAR characters for the next 12 days. Please note that some will be shorter than others and that this is simply meant to be a fun time for everyone that loves these characters as much as I do!
PS. I'm open to requests.
You can also find this story on my AO3.
9th day of christmas - solstice ft. high lady's birthday (i spent the 21st of december doing some christmas shopping so pls forgive me for posting this a day later)
A life by your side (A Feyre's birthday oneshot)
The High Lord of the Night Court had spared no expense in throwing a party to celebrate his mate’s 24th birthday. People from all around Prythian gasped with wonder as they entered the ballroom, surprised to see it so beautifully decorated for the winter solstice and the long night awaiting them.
The floors were so thoroughly polished guests could see their own reflections staring back at them in awe; white tulle drapes covered the archways leading outside, their fabric dancing as the wind flowed between them. The ceiling, too, reflected the night sky, but no cold touched the guests’ skin. The tables were covered in food and champagne tastefully decorated with both fairy lights and beautiful flower arrangements.
Feyre was by the champagne table with Mor, her sparkling blue gown making her easy to spot. It didn’t take long before guests were wishing her a happy birthday, toasting to the High Lady, and wishing the Night Court a prosperous year. Helion himself had already pulled Feyre away for a poorly executed waltz (entirely her fault), and Cassian had taken her for whatever disastrous dance the band had chosen to play.
Rhysand, however, was still nowhere to be seen.
Feyre tried not to frown, but Morrigan just sighed dramatically. “He’s just taking care of something, he’ll be here in no time.”
“What’s so urgent he couldn’t have given me a kiss before running away to Mother’s knows where?” Feyre grumbled, taking a sip from her champagne glass.
Mor narrowed her eyes, eyeing the glass in Feyre’s hand before saying, “I think you might be a little more drunk than what we first thought.”
“Good.” Feyre huffed. “Might make me a better dancer by the time my mate decides to grace me with his presence.”
Mor chuckled, eyes scanning the room as she presumably searched for her cousin. “I promise it’ll be a worthy surprise.”
Feyre perked up at that, setting down her empty glass on the table behind her. “A surprise?” She inquired. “What surprise?”
“I think that defeats the purpose.” She deadpanned. “Don’t you enjoy surprises?”
No at the moment, no. “Well, you’re no help.”
Having fun, my love? Rhysand’s voice rang down the bond.
Feyre frowned deeply. Where are you?
Doing something very important.
“Are you talking to him, right now?” Mor asked. “It kinda weirds me out when you guys do that.”
Feyre ignored her. What’s so important you can’t even bother to see me in this ridiculously expensive dress?
You look beautiful, came his reply a few seconds later. Feyre spined around, scanning the ballroom for him.
Can you see me or are you just guessing?
His scent enveloped her, an arm going around her waist as he pulled her against his chest. “Of course I see you, darling.” He said, lips gently pressed against her ear. Feyre turned around, cheeks heating as she found his eyes drunkenly taking her in.
Good. It had been a pain to fit inside the dress, so he might as well appreciate it.
“And that’s my cue.” Mor announced, quickly fleeing in the direction of a pretty female wearing a beautiful, black dress. Emerie, if Feyre recalled correctly.
She turned to Rhys. “You’re late.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Am I?”
Feyre narrowed her eyes. “Are you going to answer my question?”
He shook his head, a smirk on his lips as he watched her. “Dance with me.” He whispered instead.
Feyre was slightly taken back. “You wish to dance with me?”
“I wish to have you in my arms,” He smiled softly. “Even if it means sacrificing a few toes.”
Feyre pushed him playfully. “You’re an asshole.” Rhys chuckled, smoothly grabbing her hand and pulling her to the dancefloor without another word. Feyre let herself follow him, suddenly too giddy at the thought of dancing with him.
“Is it another house?” She eyed him contemplatively. “A palace, maybe.” She searched his face for a reaction, but Rhysand only smirked.
“Are your expectations that high?”
“You have no one to blame but yourself.”
He twirled her before pulling her body back against his. “A blame I can easily take.” His eyes softened as he looked down at her. “You really do look stunning.”
Feyre smiled primly. “I think so too.”
“Nothing I offer you can ever compare to how I feel when I see you smile.” He leaned down, kissing her softly. “But I can try.” He whispered before raising his head, his violet eyes focusing on the clear dome above them. Feyre looked around quizzically, quickly raising her head when she noticed everyone’s attention focused on the sky above them.
Feyre gasped, his hold on Rhys tightening ever so slightly as she watched the sky. A spectacle of lights seemed to dance in front of her eyes, fireworks of every colour and shade painting the night sky in a colourful display. Wherever she looked, different forms took shape – the stars, wolves… A message to her. For her. Tears filled her eyes.
Before she could even think to kiss Rhysand senseless, a door to her left opened with a flourish, a large cake making its way towards Feyre, quickly followed by a grinning Elain. People clapped, cheering for the lavish display of love, but Feyre could pay them no attention: not when her attention was on Rhys, who looked at her with something akin to adoration on his face.
“Not that long ago,” He said in a low voice meant only for her. “the stars made sure I knew you belonged right by me side.”
Feyre let out a surprised laugh, a tear running down her cheek. “Is this your way of reminding me how young I am?”
“Or a way of reminding you how old I am.” He smiled fondly, shaking his head in disbelief. “I have lived many years, but I have yet to believe that I deserve to truly have this life.” He reached for her face, gently swiping away a stubborn tear. “To have found the love of my life, to have our family around us.” He leaned down, his lips a whisper away from hers. “That I get to share a life with you.”
“Is it worth losing a few toes?”
Rhysand grinned. “Absolutely.” He said, kissing her once more. “Happy birthday, darling.”
Feyre leaned her head into his chest as Rhys swayed them softly to the sound of a music only they could hear. “Happy Solstice, Rhys.”
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WIP Wednesday
More rough stuff from my notes app that may or may not make it into we said hello eventually, depending on if I think it fits later on :)
"Why is it for the best that we won't be in Adriata until after Summer Solstice?" I said, trying not to let anxiety creep into my voice. So far, Calanmai had been the only holiday I'd experienced in Prythian, and that had been…well, eventful.
Rhys studied me over his glass, probably wondering why I'd waited until we were alone to ask. I tried not to squirm as I waited for an answer--now that the words were out of my mouth, it seemed silly to be afraid of a holiday.
"Superstition," he said eventually. "The solar courts are the only three that experience a change in seasons. The Summer Court doesn't have any particular sway over Night just because we're currently experiencing the summer season, but with the stories about how magic waxes and wanes, I'll confess it would worry me to attempt to steal from them on the shortest night of the year."
I kept eating as I considered that and attempted to ignore the violet eyes boring into me. Rhys was quiet, but he didn't have to say anything--his expression alone was an obvious request to say what I was thinking.
But in truth, I felt like a bit of an idiot for not having considered the connection between the seasons, the length of days and nights, magic, and the courts of Prythian. A part of me was glad I hadn't asked in front of everyone.
It did beg another question, though. One I'd have to ask carefully. "Do we….do anything for the Winter Solstice? Here in Night?"
"It's one of our most important days of the year."
Of course it was. I scowled. "That doesn't actually answer my question, Rhys."
"There are services in the temples, but few people actually attend, in all honesty. It's time off spent with family, feasting and exchanging gifts."
"That's all?"
Another feline smile. "Did you want there to be more?"
I stilled. Rhys couldn't know. I hadn't told anyone, and my shields were secure and had been for months now.
"Out with it, Feyre," he said. I started to tell him that there was nothing at all, but Rhys just rolled his eyes. "I'm not reading your thoughts, but it's clearly written all over your face that there's something you haven't mentioned."
"Promise you won't do anything with the information."
"No."
We glared at each other over our plates. A talon ran down my shields—playful, somehow. Not a threat at all.
"Rhysand…" My use of his full name was an obvious warning. He just smirked, and I realized I'd inadvertently turned this into a game for him. I sighed, unwilling to drag this out when he'd find out eventually. I mumbled, "I was born on the Winter Solstice."
He blinked in surprise. "You were born on the longest night of the year."
"Yes, but there's no reason to make a fuss about it." I knew Rhys, though. He'd fuss anyway.
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