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msfeyredarling · 1 year

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Seven days of Solstice

Merry Christmas everyone!

Summary: On Feyre’s fiftieth, Rhys decides to celebrate Feyre following the seven days of the winter solstice.

My @acotargiftexchange present for @charliespringsleftconverse. I hope you enjoy <3

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The city beyond the frosted glass was bustling with life. Buildings were decorated with crystal lights, banners wrapped in tinsel and shop windows filled with solstice ornaments. The streets were teeming with citizens, everyone preparing for the start of the Solstice holiday. The citizens of Velaris began the celebrations seven days before the holiday. It was said the ancient night gods awoke for seven days before slumbering again when the sun began to rise the day after the longest night.

Feyre stood by the windows in the river house, snow falling outside the warmth of her home as she watched her people begin the festivities for the first day of the solstice holiday. Her pointed ears picked up a whoosh behind her and as she turned she noticed a crisp white envelope with her name. Inside was a letter filled with beautiful and delicate scrawl, she recognised all too well.

To my dearest Feyre,

Solstice is upon us once again which means your birthday is not far. This birthday happens to be a very special one. To celebrate fifty years of my Feyre Darling, we will follow the traditional seven days of solstice partaken by lovers. To start, on the first day of solstice you’re true gave to you a riddle. When you solve the riddle, the answer will appear.

‘You made me perfect but eventually I’ll be destroyed. You hide me but you will give me away forever. When we depart, you'll be happy that I'm gone.’

I wish you luck. With all my love,

Rhys x

Feyre chuckled at her mates extravagance. She should have expected it, her mate did have a flair for the dramatic. It was typical of him to make her work for it, he made everything a challenge so it should be no surprise she would have to use her mind to figure out the riddle to receive her gift. Feyre paused, then gasped aloud. A gift was made perfect, a gift was hidden, a gift was given away forever. A gift was the answer to the riddle.

As if the magic could hear her thoughts, in a blink, a black box with a red bow appeared. She slowed pulled the red ribbon and inside was a piece of card.

Today is the day of riddles, my love.

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After unsuccessfully interrogating her mate through the bond, she sighed as she sat down at the kitchen bend. Her head turned as a new letter fluttered towards her.

To my brilliant mate,

On the first day of solstice your true love gave to you another riddle, just to keep you on your toes.

‘I am every colour but I can be just one. I am wet but I can be dry. You can change me on a whim or keep me forever. You can probably see me right now. What am I?’

Sending my love,

Rhys xx

Feyre glanced up, brows drawn together in confusion. She couldn’t see anything that matched her clues. The riddle asked for something that was a rainbow but a single colour, something dry and wet. Water? Towels? Trees? Flowers? She thought about the last one, flowers came in an array of colours, could be wet or dry but didn’t match the last two parts.

She searched her brain for anything, her hand tangling in her wild curls. Feyre huffed in frustration as she began to pace the halls. Whatcouldbewhatcouldbewhatcouldbe raced through her mind. Her mate was certainly a trickster and he knew exactly how to leave her a confused and desperate mess. She glanced at the letter again, re-reading for any hidden meanings. Below the riddle began to sparkle as words appeared.

Need a hint, darling?

She snarled down the bond, a laugh echoed in the back of her mind. If he was going to toy with her and make it a game, she would make damn sure she was going to win.

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The sun had begun to set, the horizon sparkling as the light glinted of the snow. She still had not a clue what the answer was. Feyre was sitting on the floor, back resting against the wall. She looked around again, all she could see was the kitchen, chairs, walls and walls. Mats on the floor, art hung up, even chipped paint.

She sighed, ready to give in but she paused, the answer may be simpler than she thought, maybe she was looking too hard when the answer might be simple. The next time her eyes scanned the room, she really looked. Door handles, stained glass, a marble bench, six cabinets painted a dark blue. Her eyed glanced around, her mind trying to figure out the connections. Everything had a colour that was painted on. Her face lit up as the dots in the mind connected. Paint. The answer was paint.

A slip of paper appeared before her eyes.

Meet me where you decided to be mine.

Feyre smiled, she knew exactly where her mate was.

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She trudged through the snow to the place that was like a second home. She didn't feel the cold, her excitement filling her with adrenaline. The door to the cabin opened, inviting her inside.

As she stepped over the threshold, she was startled by what she saw. The inside of the cabin had been decorated in fairy lights and candles which casted a soft glow for the dark room. As she walked futhur in, she saw an area littered in many canvas on stands and surrounded by paints of beautiful colours. In the centre of it all was a dark blue couch in which Rhys laid, his head resting on his fist. He was completely nude and as she took him in, he smirked.

“You found me Feyre darling,” he purred, adjusting his position so the light fully illuminated every glorious inch of him. “Happy first day of solstice.”

“My first gift is you nude?”

“Feyre darling, if you wish to see me clothless more often you only have to ask,” his eyes glittered with a devilish glint. “I do remember your thoughts drifting to how I’d look on a canva, especially if I was naked,” Feyre blushed at his words. So he did her artistic rambling.

She approached the first canvas, a brush already in hand. Her eyes drifted to the many paints. Each was different from the last but all shimmered with the light. She had never seen anything like them in Velaris, her mate must have searched far for these.

Feyre dipped her brush in the unique paint and she began to sketch a ruff outline before she truely began the art.

As the night dragged along, Feyre filled many canvas and Rhys experimented with different positions. Many times Feyre laughed at the absurdity of it. When she finished, she began to paint on a different surface, one of hard muscle and golden brown skin. Their painting session lasted for hours and wouldn’t be close to ending until the sun began to rise.

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The next morning, Feyre awoke blissfully happy. She rolled over, seeking the warmth of her mate as her arm reached out. All she meet was cold sheets.

Blinking the eyes open, she saw that Rhys was nowhere to be found. The only thing left was another letter. She groaned as she read its contents.

To my true love,

Our fun has only just begun. Today is a new day which means a new hunt.

On the second day of solstice, your true love gave to you all of his heart. All of his love. All the air he needs to breathe.

Find me where you first captured the air from my lungs.

With all of my heart,

Rhys

P.S. I love you

A sleepy smile bloomed on her face. She rubbed her eyes as she stretched. She trudged out of the comforting warmth of her bed and put on whatever she could find. Wings bloomed from her back and she launched into the sky.

The flight was short and as she approached the house of wind, she dropped out of the sky. Feyre followed the tug in the chest, the bond that would forever lead her to Rhys.

She found her mate on the balcony, the place she first realised she was falling in love. As she neared, Rhys turned. His eyes twinkled with stars as he smiled at her.

“My love,” he held out his hand to her. She placed her hand in his, entwining their fingers.

“My darling Feyre. You are the sunshine of my day, my shining star of my night. You guide my path and bring light to my soul. You are the minutes in my hour, the hours in my life. You are the wings upon which I fly, the ground upon which I tread, the air in which I breathe. You are the one that lights my fire, the light within my eyes, within my heart. You are the love that's taken hold of my heart forever. You are my everything. As your birthday fast approaches, I want to share my love with you in every possible way. I want you to know of the love that has continued to deepen all this years,” she wiped out the tears that had fallen. Rhys let go of her hands and suddenly a box from his pocket world appeared. The box was black and wrapped in a red bow.

Her hands shook as she pulled the string on the bow. She lifted the lid of the box and inside were dozens of letters. Each one addressed her in perfect scrawl and was dated. “Over the years, on every one of your birthday’s, I wrote you a letter, saving them to give you now. Each explains how my love for you has and will always be eternal,” his hand copped her cheek, she leaned into it. She took the box from his hand and began going through letters, starting from the most recent.

Feyre hadn’t even made it halfway before she was a complete and utter mess. Her chest hurt with how much she loved her mate. Nothing in the continent or beyond could fully express her love for him.

It took her many hours before she could make it through the letters. Once her tears had faded, she lounged on the couch, Rhys behind her and a fire in-front, warming her toes.

“Today was beautiful,” Feyre said as she rested her head on Rhys’ chest. “Thank you.”

Her mate placed a soft kiss on the top of her head. “Just wait until tomorrow.”

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“Rhysand, it’s too much,” she said as she pushed it back towards her mate.

“No it’s not, you deserve everything. On the third day of solstice I am giving you everything you deserve.”

Feyre sighed, she knew her efforts would be fruitless. She glanced down to her newest gift. Shinning studs and sparkling jewels greeted her eyes. Her mate had gifted her the most beautiful piece of jewellery.

At the centre of the necklace was a crescent moon with bordering stars. It was set with the most beautiful diamonds and would sit just above her clavicle. It had already become her favourite piece.

“Thank you Rhys, it’s gorgeous,” he grinned, pulling her in for a kiss.

“That’s not all.”

“There’s more?” She whispered. She didn’t understand what she did to deserve her mate. Her feet were quiet as she trailed after him. He led a path into their room, then the wardrobe.

At the centre of the room was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. A long black dress hung on the model. Glittering black fabric started at the bodice and cascaded down, slowly changing back into plain black satin. Black silk hung as the sleeves and lined the neckline. Feyre simply stood and stared. This dress was as beautiful as her starfall gown and it was almost the total opposite.

Her mate placed his hand on her back, guiding her forward. “My mother made this dress, for you,” he whispered, his breath fanning over the shell of her ear.

A lump formed in her throat. His mother had made these dresses before Feyre even existed, yet somehow through the dresses, it was like she knew Feyre all along.

“I would be honoured if you wore it tonight, along with the necklace.”

Feyre sharply turned to Rhys. “I would be honoured to wear anything of hers.”

“Good because we have dinner at six. I look forward to seeing you in it.”

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The person who stared back in the mirror was almost unrecognisable. The dress fit her perfectly, hugging her curves to pool at her feet. It sparkled and shimmered with each movement. What she hadn’t realised was the slit that travelled up very far. She still loved the dress all the same.

Her hair had been swept to one side in a single curl. Her eyelids has been darkened and her lips were painted red. She wore the necklace her mate gifted her.

Feyre walked down the stairs, heels clicking against the floor with each step. As she reached the bottom, he came into sight. Rhys had his usual form fitting black attire. Feyre stopped, just to take him in, he seemed to do the same.

She finally broke their reverie as she walked up to him, he offered his arm. They walked the streets of Velaris, arm in arm, occasionally stopping to take in the sights of their beloved city. They finally arrived at a familiar location.

“Sevenda’s place?”

“The first restaurant you visited in Velaris,” he confirmed.

Over the years, they became regulars at her restaurant, dining there whenever they could. As they entered, Sevenda showed them to a table in the corner that overlooked the sidra. Wine was poured into both of their glasses. They talked about everything, every now and then stopping to listen to the band. The food began to be brought out as they dined under the stars.

Rhys lifted his glass in the air, Feyre followed suit. “To my beautiful mate, happy birthday,” he clinked his glass against hers. He was truely making this the best birthday and solstice.

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The snow had begin to fall, blanketing the city in a white wonderland. The sleepily citizens had yet to awake for the Winter Solstice.

Feyre stood in her studio, adding the finishing touches to her Solstice gift for Rhys. She glanced out the window again, a smile forming on her face recounting the last week. Rhys had shown his love for her through the seven days of solstice.

On the fourth solstice day he gave her one of the best gifts she could ask for. A surprise visit from her son. She rarely saw him and missed him dearly. They spent the day sledding down the steeps just outside the city.

The fifth day consisted of a trip down memory lane. They recreated all their precious moments and at the end of the day he gave her a wrapped gift. Inside was a small canvas filled with a mirage of colours. She remembered how the painting sparkled with the light as she opened the wrapping. She remembered gasping as she stared at the artwork of starfall, Feyre’s first one. It was the first time she ever smiled at Rhys, the painting capturing their happiness of the moment.

Her eyes burned with unshed tears. She placed the picture on her desk where she could see it daily, a reminder of the journey and sacrifice she made to have what she did now.

On the six day of solstice, Feyre had complete control of Rhys. She throughly enjoyed it, especially when she got him to wear an ugly solstice sweater. It was the most hideous thing and looked ridiculous on him since he never wore anything but black. She had laughed herself horse as he pouted. That was until she brought out her own sweater, to match his. He spontaneously decided he quite liked the sweater, for the most part with how it looked on her.

Feyre chuckled, her mate had made this solstice the most memorable. She lifted her brush back to the canvas and became enthralled in her work.

That’s where Rhys found her when the sun was shining high in the sky. His arms encircled her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder. He placed a soft kiss on her cheek as he watched her. He couldn’t see what she was painting, she made sure to cloak it in darkness.

“Happy fiftieth Birthday, darling,” he whispered into her ear.

“Don’t remind me,” she grumbled. “You make me feel old.”

Rhys chuckled. “Well if you don’t want to talk about your birthday let’s talk about solstice,” Feyre turned around, her mouth parted. “Happy Solstice my love,” he grinned, knowing he beat her to it. “Come with me.”

She took his offered hand as he lead her out of the studio. “On the seventh day of solstice, your true love gave to you the best birthday party.”

The area has been over decorated in balloons and streamers, how she hadn’t noticed, she wasn’t sure. All her friends and family stood in the room. “Happy birthday Feyre!” They said in unison.

And she would have a happy birthday. With her friends and family she could enjoy celebrating her fifty years of life. And when the day progressed on, they could begin the festivities of the winter solstice. This holiday season would be the most memorable for many years to come, all because her mate loved her enough to celebrate her for the seven days of solstice. These memories, this time, the love shared, was a gift. All of it.

#acotargiftexchange2022 #feysandmonth2022 #feysand #feyre x rhysand #rhysand x feyre #feyre x rhys #feyre and rhysand #rhysand and feyre #feyre #feyre acheron #rhysand #winter solstice #feyre birthday #christmas #12 days of christmas

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kayla-2 · 1 year

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Huntress

I made a promise,” I said, my breathing ragged. “To my mother, when she died. That I’d look after my family. That I’d take care of them. All I have done, every single day, every hour, has been for that vow”

“You can’t write, yet you learned to hunt, to survive. How?” I paused with my foot on the threshold. “That’s what happens when you’re responsible for lives other than your own, isn’t it? You do what you have to do.”

“My first kill—the first life I’d taken. I’d been starving, desperate. Yet afterward, once my family had devoured it, I had crept back into the woods and wept for hours, knowing a line had been crossed, my soul stained.”

Credit: alicemariepower, martina davidová, cebanart Kri_stasss_, bxromance,

#acotar #acosf #acomaf #acowar #feyre #pro feyre #happy birthday feyre #feyre birthday

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copypastus · 5 months

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She was running around the whole Spring Court using her mind powers on everyone and not once did it occur to her to check what Tamlin's up to. Too busy plotting petty revenge I guess.

(There's a blank version under the cut so you can fill in for yourself what Tamlin's thinking about)

#my art #acotar #acotar fanart #tamlin #feyre archeron #acowar #pro tamlin #let's be real even if she had checked what he was thinking she'd prolly just put it out of her mind and proceed with her revenge plot anywa #she loves to do that with incovenient truths #stay toxic feyre #happy birthday

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velidewrites · 5 months

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Wow, Feyre, your hair looks just like Starlight!

— Feysand as Sophie and Howl from Howl’s Moving Castle ✨

Part 1/3 of my dear friend’s @azrielshadowssing birthday gift! I love and cherish you so much - I hope you like this little Feysand treat! 💕

You can find Part 2 here!

#I wanted to commemorate us watching howl together and screaming FEYSAND CODED #EVERYONE GO WISH J A HAPPY BIRTHDAY #and tell her how wonderful and talented she is #parts 2 and 3 are coming later because personally I think you should be celebrated all week #feysand #feysand au #feysand art #feyre x rhysand #feyre archeron #feyre acotar #rhysand #rhysand acotar #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #myart #velidedraws

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stargirlfeyre · 6 months

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Rhys in Acosf was dealing with:

The war Beron was trying to start.

The Made queen who can literally control the troves.

Koschei.

His Pregnant wife.

The possibility of said wife and child dying.

Nesta and the uncontrollable powers she refuses to learn about.

And who the hell was going to rule the NC if they did die.

But y’all are shocked that he wasn’t the nicest when banning Azriel from Elain? Y’all are upset that he wasn’t the nicest when dealing with someone’s reckless actions that could have literally led to even bigger problems on top of the ones he was already dealing with?

He was stressed as shit worrying about the NC and his wife and if you were in his position and you saw someone actively creating more problems for you to deal with (because you know damn well Rhys was going to be the one cleaning up the mess Azriel and Elain were about to start) you would be pissed too.

Azriel is 500 years old and an important member of the NC. He’s not someone who can act without caring about the consequences. His actions do effect the NC and truthfully he should have been smarter.

#Rhysand #feyre archeron #elain archeron #Azriel #pro rhysand #man was stressed but y’all are mad he banned two people from fucking #he couldn’t even enjoy Feyre’s birthday without dealing with some bullshit #y’all are saying feyre is going to be upset when she finds out but I bet he ranted to her that night about how dumb those two were acting #elriel

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loneliestluvr · 8 days

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guys today is my 19th birthday YIPEE(im not sure how i feel about getting older, but i know i have time and that’s okay)🥳🎂

i just wanna say thank you to all of my mutuals and stuff because even if you don’t know it, you’re accounts and content have gotten me through some really difficult times as of late and have given me lots of inspiration to start writing even if it’s just silly little fanfics.

i dont really share a lot of my personal story online because it would take years and we’d all need therapy by the end of it but i really am not where i thought i would be in life right now and i thought that was so discouraging until i started interacting more on tumblr and with the bookish community.

there are so many people here of different ages, backgrounds, writing style and skills, and you’re all just here to have fun and i think that for a while i forgot that writing was supposed to be just that. fun. a creative outlet. and i wasn’t using it like that and i thought i had nowhere to go but i was so wrong.

so thank you to everyone, all of the posts and creators ive interacted with, for bringing my spark back. i promise you’ll all get a shout out in my debut novel when it comes out, swear. (because success is not an option and i refuse to fail)

give yourself a hug for me for my birthday cause i really wish i could ☺️🫂

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erissheiress · 2 months

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erissheiress birthday event!

today (2nd March) is my 18th birthday and I am so so grateful to everyone who has interacted with this blog!!

tagging people who have given me so much support <3 @sugairsstuff @bianavacker-is-bi-as-hell @reetriestbr @mxltifxnd0m @skyesayshi and honestly anyone who has ever replied to/reblogged/interacted with my works, especially my Eris blurbs!

as well as that, this blog has reached 90 followers! it hasn't even been five months so thank you all! feel free to send in any asks saying hello or taking part in the event :)

🍁 Autumn Court - (moots only please) I'll tell you some things i associate with you + some things i love about you/your blog <3

☀️ Summer Court - general games! fym, cym, would you rather etc!

🌙 Night Court - send me an acotar character (see pinned but accept most)+ a prompt and I'll write a blurb based on it!

❄️ Winter Court- ships! description of any length and ill ship you with an acotar character!

�� Spring Court - I'll tell you some things I associate with you based on your blog appearance/url!

⛅️ Day Court- tell me your headcanons/thoughts about our favourite acotar characters!

🌅 Dawn Court- ask me anything or tell me a secret, the floor is yours!

just a massive thank you to everyone <333

#birthday event #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra #eris x reader #acotar x reader #a court of thorns and roses x reader #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #my writing #azriel #rhysand #feyre archeron

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rosanna-writer · 3 months

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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.

#idk if i'll keep this because it might just read like filler #but i HAD to jot down Feyre's relief that her birthday isn't a Night Court sex holiday lmao #feysand #wip wednesday #we said hello and your eyes look like coming home

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the-lonelybarricade · 1 year

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Thinking about Rhysand on that Winter Solstice 30 years into his slavery Under the Mountain. How he was underground on the longest night of the year, unable to see the stars, longing to spend the Solstice with his family.

Thinking about the Inner Circle. How for years they probably didn't celebrate the solstice without Rhys, but after 30 Soltices without him they at least attempted to pull something together. They knew it was what Rhysand would want, even if the empty chair felt like a missing limb. There was no snowball fight, but lots of wine. Probably more tears than laughter.

Thinking about how on that same night, across the world and unbeknownst to all of them, a human girl was born. And 20 years later she would be the one to bring their High Lord home.

#AND #21 solstices later she'd be their High Lady #22 solstices later she'd be pregnant with the Night Court's heir 🥺#Basically do you ever think 'You are my salvation Feyre' and want to start crying?? Just me??#Feysand #Happy birthday to MY High Lady 😭😭

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shallyne · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEYRE🎉🎉🎂

My Mother, my High Lady, my best friend 💕 High Lady of the Night Court, Stars Eternal, Feyre Cauldron-Blessed, Princess of Carrion, Cursebreaker, Lady of Many Faces, Princess of Decay, Defender of the Rainbow, Goddess, Feyre Darling, Lady and Saviour Feyre Archeron.

Art by: elizianna.the.one, ellarosesart_, jessysartjourney, magicnaanavi, indicreates, be.lovely.art

@feyreweek

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #feyre archeron #feyre #feyre cursebreaker #high lady of the night court #feyre darling #pro feyre #pro feyre archeron #stan feyre archeron #feyre acotar #feyre archeron supremacy #feyre fanart #happy birthday #Happy birthday Feyre #winter solstice

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slytherhys · 5 months

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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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