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dottielovegood · 1 year

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for solstice prompts: elain babysitting while everyone (-az) go to the court of nightmares for solstice celebrations or something, and az comes back from a mission to see her playing with nyx and he just can't help imagining her with a winged baby

also weird tension ensues because it's the first time they are completely alone since last solstice

bonus: they end up kissing and nyx just giggles in the background

thank you so much for these!

Hi anon! I loved this prompt and I sat down to write this fic as soon as I read it! I decided to post it today since it's the first of advent.

I hope you like it <3

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Advent

Azriel trudged through the snow, his footsteps light and soundless as his shadows covered every sound. He shouldn’t be here. He knew that it was wrong, but he didn’t care. Not tonight.

It was almost Solstice and Velaris was already decorated for the festivities. On the streets, he passed groups of people singing merry songs and children playing in snow. He tried to force a few smiles but he imagined that all they could see as he passed was a tortured expression on his face.

He had just come home from a mission and he hadn’t planned on being back so soon, which is why he hadn’t joined his family in the Hewn City tonight. They never celebrated Solstice there, but sometimes, during the first of Advent, Rhys made sure to pay them a visit, just to remind them who their master was.

Actually, the fact that Azriel was supposed to be away was just one reason. He hated going there, maybe because he was the one person in the inner circle who went under that damned mountain the most, and it was never a pleasant time. Not only because Keir and his people were awful, but because his job brought him no joy. The mask he had to wear every time he brought someone to The Court of Nightmares was not a mask he enjoyed wearing. For centuries, it hadn’t bothered him. He had worn it just like he wore his shadows. He had tapped into the darkness of his own soul to find the cold nothingness that he needed to wield as the feared spymaster of the Night Court. He had been darkness and death, and it suited him. After all, that’s what his soul was made of.

But then she came along. She came along, and something within him changed. In the darkness, a light had begun shining through all the darkness and horror. He had sought out that light; had clung to it as if it was the only thing keeping him grounded. Whenever he was near her, it was as if his shadows could finally rest. Ever since she entered his life, he had come up with countless excuses just to be close to her. He carried her when she needed to leave the House of Wind. He brought her to the garden when she needed sunlight. He let his hands graze hers for just a fraction of a second now and then, just to feel her warmth spread across his skin at the light touches. She was warmth and light and life and Azriel was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Which explained why he was currently making his way over to the River Estate.

Cerridwen and Nuala had told him that she had stayed behind. It was their duty as his spies to alway tell him everyone’s whereabouts if he wasn’t home, yet they always seemed extra careful to tell him exactly where Elain was and who she was with. It was as if they knew all the desires that lived in his heart. They never said anything about it, but from the way they sometimes looked at him now, he understood that they knew more than they should.

He couldn’t - wouldn’t - blame them, though. They were her friends, and cauldron knows she needed friends. She needed someone who could be there for her in ways he couldn’t. She needed someone to talk to, someone to trust. He knew that they had been training her. Her powers were growing stronger and she was beginning to be able to control her visions. He wanted to tell her how proud she was – and how scared. Scared for all the things to come. For all the things that could never be.

It had been almost a year now. One whole year since that night when they met in the dead of night, his shadows their only witness - until they weren’t. He still remembered that night. Still dreamt about it. The sound of her footsteps coming down the stairs. The soft skin of her neck against his fingertips. The way she had looked up at him, offer and permission so clearly painted on her face. And the scent of her when he…

He didn’t let himself think of that night too often. It didn’t do him any good. He had been called away before anything could happen and he had just left her there. No explanation, no apology. He just left like a fucking coward.

He understood why she handed back that necklace. He was surprised that she didn’t throw it in the river like her sister had done with Cassian’s gift. Although, Elain had always been a more gentle soul. She kept all of her feelings close to her heart, careful to not bother anyone with her own worries. Once upon a time, Azriel had imagined that he could be the one she would turn to. He hoped that he could be the person that she would open up to, and for a short while, he had been just that. And then…

He gritted his teeth as he walked down the pathway leading up to the house.

He should turn around. He should go away, leave her alone. But he couldn’t. He had to see her. Nothing more. He just… he had to know that she was okay. During all these months, he had tried his hardest to stay away. He had gone with Mor to the continent for a few months during summer. He’d gone on more missions than usual. He had even lied about going on missions just to get out of the city. But every single time he came back, he went looking for her. He always stayed in the shadows, making sure not to be seen. But he could see her. He could always see her.

She was always on his mind and in his dreams.

Faelight shone through every window of the estate, casting a warm glow on the glistening snow outside. Azriel quietly made his way over to the house, stopping just outside the door. Rhys had told him to stay away, but he never specified exactly what he meant. If he didn’t knock, Azriel reasoned, he was technically staying away. And he had technically been staying away for months. He had barely uttered a word to Elain since last Solstice, even though he sometimes wanted nothing more than to kneel before her and ask for her forgiveness. He noticed the way she looked at him now. The happiness, comfort and light had been replaced by sadness and confusion. He had never hated himself more than during those moments, which was the real reason why he stayed away. He couldn’t stand knowing that he had caused her light to dim. That he had caused her pain.

God, he was such a bastard. A selfish, fucking bastard. A bastard that was peeking through a window for just a glimpse of her. Clearly, he was also a creep.

He caught movement behind the curtain and shifted sideways so he wouldn’t be seen, making sure to keep his wings close to his body.

And there she was. Elain walked into the living room, carrying Nyx on her hip. He knew that Elain had offered to stay behind to look after the baby. Still, the image before him took his breath away. Her beauty was like a constant surprise. Even though he thought of her constantly, his own mind could never do her justice. It could never recreate that spark in her eyes or the way she sometimes scrunched her nose when she laughed. She was truly the most magical being he had ever seen.

She was wearing a simple lilac dress, her golden hair unbound. Just like it had been that night when she had lifted her hair for him and asked him to put the necklace on her. The necklace he had bought for her weeks earlier. It had been the perfect gift, and still, he had ruined everything.

Nyx was in a blue onesie with tiny dots on it. Although Azriel couldn’t hear anything from where he stood, he could tell that Nyx was babbling merrily. Elain smiled and kissed the top of his head. The tiny Illyrian wings flapped as he reached for his aunt's face with his pudgy hands. Elain pretended to bite Nyx’s hand and it made him giggle in that way only babies did. They were a picture of pure joy.

Azriel wasn’t prepared for the feeling of longing that slithered down his spine just to settle somewhere deep inside of him. He stopped breathing and just watched the life he so desperately wanted for himself through that window.

The life he could never have.

He was destined for a life in darkness and shadows, but sometimes, in the dead of night when sleep finally came for him, he dreamt of this. When he slept, his heart showed him his deepest desires. Only in his dreams was he able to imagine another life. A life full of warmth and love. A home. A family.

All the things he could never give her.

Azriel had seen enough. She was safe, and she was happy.

He was just about to step into his shadows when Elain suddenly turned around, her eyes focused on the window. Focused on him. He didn’t dare move. He stayed completely still and hoped that she was just looking at her own reflection in the glass, but then she raised her eyebrows in question and mouthed his name.

A shiver ran down his spine. She had yet to call him by his name, at least not when he had been around to hear it. He was glad for that small mercy. He imagined that his life was much easier if he didn’t know what his name sounded like on her lips.

Elain held his gaze through the window and he knew that he couldn’t just leave again. He had to come up with some sort of plausible excuse as to why he was there. With her arms tightly wrapped around Nyx’s small body, she nodded her head towards the door – a silent invitation.

With a deep breath, Azriel stepped back into the darkness to steady himself before he made his way to the door. He had no idea what to expect as he entered the house, but he hadn’t expected to be greeted by a smiling Elain.

He didn’t deserve her smiles. Not after how he had treated her during this year.

“Hi,” she said as he closed the wooden door behind him. Nyx turned his little head to see who had entered the house and as soon as he saw Azriel, he started to wriggle in Elain’s arms.

“Azza,” he said, stretching his arms towards Azriel.

“Hi, little guy,” Azriel greeted the child and walked over to where Elain stood. She was still smiling at him, but now, when he was this close, he could see that the smile didn’t reach her eyes. He shouldn’t have come here. She was perfectly fine without him interrupting her evening.

He ruffled the boy's hair and met Elain’s gaze. “Hi.”

Nyx tried to reach for the siphon that adorned Azriel’s right hand. He hadn’t taken the time to change when he came home since he hadn’t planned on actually seeing anyone. Or, he hadn’t planned on being seen. He had definitely planned to see. His treacherous heart was too weak to stay away for too long.

“I think he wants to go to you,” Elain said and stepped closer. Azriel looked from Elain to Nyx as she shifted the child from her arms to his. He cradled him close, breathing in his scent. As he did so, he caught a whiff of her scent too, and had he been a weaker male, it would have brought him to his knees.

They stood like that for a while, both of them focusing on Nyx and the way his small hands played with the scales on Azriel’s Illyrian leathers. A lifetime ago, Elain’s hair had caught on those same scales after he had flown her down from the House of Wind. That day, she had looked at his darkness and scars and called him beautiful. It was the first time in his life a female had made him blush.

“I didn’t think you were getting back until tomorrow,” Elain said, breaking the silence.

Azriel shrugged, his eyes still focused on Nyx. It was safer that way. “I was able to come home earlier. I came here to talk to Rhys.”

A pretty lie, and he knew that she could tell. Mercifully though, she just nodded in answer. “He’s not here. They went to the Hewn City a few hours ago.”

Azriel swallowed and dared a glance at her. By the cauldron, how did she get even more beautiful by the day?

“Yeah, I guess I forgot,” he lied.

“I guess you did.”

Once more, silence stretched between them. It made Azriel uncomfortable as he noted how awkward it felt to stand here with Elain. It didn’t use to be like this. Silence with her used to be easy. He never felt a need to fill it. But now… Now everything was different. And everything was his fault.

“Dada,” Nyx cooed and pressed his forehead against Azriel’s chest and for a fraction of a second, Azriel felt his heart skip a beat. He knew that Nyx was just babbling, but that word still made something inside him break just a little. Probably because he knew that it was one of those words that didn’t belong to him, and never would. It didn’t matter how much he wished for it. Longed for it.

“It’s probably the leathers.” Elain gestured to his clothes. Did she notice his reaction? Could she hear his heart?

“Probably.”

“He seems to think that only his father wears black.” He could hear the smile in her voice. Could hear just how much she loved this little child. She knew the details of his life and understood him in a way Azriel didn’t. He wasn’t around enough to learn the little quirks of this tiny being. And he hated himself for it. He wasn’t just letting her down. He was letting his family down. Staying away from Elain also meant staying away from everyone else – including Nyx.

Nyx continued to babble and Azriel was glad someone filled the silence. He reminded himself to thank Nyx for this moment when he was older. It was definitely a little bit less awkward with him there.

“Are you hungry?” Elain asked, her voice careful. As if she knew that he would say no. That he would leave, just like he always did.

Azriel shook his head. “No, I just came to see Rhys. But if he’s not here…” he couldn’t even finish the sentence. The look on her face was enough to shatter his heart all over again.

And as if on cue, his stomach growled. He wanted to sink through the earth. Stupid body.

Elain raised an eyebrow in amusement then, a small smile playing on her lips. “Your stomach begs to differ”.

She didn’t say a word as she turned around and headed for the kitchen. With Nyx still in his arms, Azriel could do nothing but follow.

He slid onto one of the stools at the counter, watching her as she prepared a plate for him. He wanted to tell her to stop. Wanted to tell her that he could do it himself, that she needn’t bother.

But there was also a part of him that desperately wanted her to serve him food. It was a part of himself he wasn’t proud of. He knew that it meant nothing when she set the plate down in front of him, yet he couldn’t help but imagine what it could have meant, if only…

If only the cauldron had been kinder. If only fate was on his side, just this once. But hoping and wishing was useless. She served him food because he was hungry and she was kind – there was no deeper meaning. And there would never be.

“I’ll trade you.” Elain reached for Nyx and set down a fork and knife next to the plate. Azriel reluctantly let go of Nyx. He had missed his nephew, and he hated himself for missing so many important milestones in his life.

Hated Rhys for making him stay away.

Elain walked around the kitchen and talked to Nyx while Azriel ate. The chicken was tender and the mashed potatoes were perfectly buttery. He had to bite his tongue to keep himself from moaning at the flavors. When he was on missions, food was his last priority. He ate because he needed energy, and that was that. But this… this food was a work of art.

“And this is a spoon,” Elain said and handed Nyx a wooden spoon. “Can you say spoon?”

Nyx put the wooden spoon in his mouth in answer.

She glanced at Azriel and he realized that he was already looking at her. When he wasn’t guarding his features, his gaze always went to her.

“He’s teething,” she explained. “He puts everything in his mouth.” She bounced his tiny body on her hip. “Don’t you? You even put a dirty sock in your mouth yesterday,” she cooed. Nyx just looked at his aunt, spoon still in his mouth.

Azriel let out a soft chuckle at the mental image of the small winged baby with one of Rhys’s dirty socks hanging from his mouth.

“He’s gotten so big,” Azriel said, because there was nothing else to say.

Elain shrugged. “I guess he has. But if you see him everyday, you barely notice until you find one of his old onesies. Then you really realize just how much he’s grown.”

Azriel pretended as if that comment didn’t hurt him and wondered if that was her intention. He definitely deserved it. He was just about to say something when Nyx started to cry. He threw the spoon to the floor, his tiny wings flapping with frustration.

“Shh,” Elain tried to calm him. “I know, I know. You’re tired.” Her voice was soothing and warm, like the caress of a spring breeze. It didn’t work on Nyx though. He just cried even harder. “Such a fussy boy.” Nyx was kicking his legs and trying with all his might to get out of Elain’s grasp.

“Shit,” she swore under her breath and Azriel was next to her in an instant, reaching for Nyx.

“May I?” he asked, and she just nodded.

Azriel took the winged baby from her and quickly carried him to the living room. Nyx was still crying, looking up at Azriel with tear filled eyes. He knew that the child was tired, yet something primal in him hurt when he saw the tears fall down his cheeks.

Azriel sat down in one of the armchairs, cradling Nyx in his lap. “Have you been fussing all day?” he asked Nyx as if he could understand him. Nyx’s bottom lip wobbled a bit before he let out another wail.

“He has,” Elain commented from where she stood, leaning against the door frame. “I think he’s going through some sort of phase.” She sighed and walked into the room. “One minute, he’s the happiest child in Prythian, and the next…” she gestured to Nyx, “he’s acting as though the world is about to end.”

Azriel smiled at her. “He usually sleeps by now, right?”

She nodded. “I tried to put him to bed earlier but he just refused. He usually can’t sleep without Feyre.”

“It can be hours before they’re home.”

“I know. I thought that maybe he would just pass out from exhaustion sooner or later.”

Azriel chuckled, a warm feeling spreading through him as he caught the smile on Elain’s lips. Nyx’s screams had turned into quiet sobs and Azriel held him close, rocking his body in a way that felt oddly natural.

He looked down at the winged baby in his arms and wiped away his tears. “I get it,” he whispered, “I don’t sleep much either.” He kissed the top of his head. “But you really need to sleep now. We don’t want your aunt to be sleep deprived tomorrow, do we?”

Nyx blinked at him, his breathing finally returning to normal, though his eyes were still wet. He looked as tired and sad as Azriel felt. Nyx leaned his little head against Azriel’s chest, his hand playing with the black leather once more.

As if on instinct, Azriel started to hum. He didn’t dare look at Elain. This was a part of himself nobody ever got to see. He didn’t sing in front of people. Didn’t even hum. But for Nyx… for Nyx he would do anything.

And for her.

He hummed a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. That lullaby had kept him company for so many years in the darkness he had been forced to endure. It had been a lifeline some nights. Tonight, it was his gift to Nyx. To Elain, even though she wouldn’t understand the meaning behind it. He still couldn’t look at her.

Nyx’s breathing slowed and within minutes, he was fast asleep. Azriel reached for a small muslin blanket thrown over the other armchair and wrapped the small body in it, careful not to wake him.

“We should put him in his crib,” Elain whispered.

He followed her up the stairs to the nursery. Carefully, he put Nyx in his bed. One small wing twitched as Nyx turned to his side and reached for one of the stuffed animals in the bed. It was an ugly thing that Amren had given him. She said that it was an octopus but Azriel thought that it looked more like the Kraken. Nyx pressed his lips to one of the eight arms, finding comfort in the familiar toy.

Elain stood beside him, looking down at the sleeping child. Azriel rested his hands on the side of the crib. His siphons gave off a muted blue light, a clear indicator of his own exhaustion.

“I’ve never heard that song before,” Elain whispered, her voice barely audible.

“It’s an old Illyrian lullaby.”

“It was beautiful.”

Beautiful. There was that word again. Spoken so softly in the darkness. He was happy she couldn’t see the warmth spreading across his cheeks at the memory of the last time she had said that word to him.

They stood like that for a while, just looking at Nyx’s sleeping form. Elain’s body was warm next to his and he had to grip the crib tighter just to keep himself from reaching for her. The scent of her invaded his senses and he knew that it was time to leave before he did something stupid.

He just couldn’t move. He was frozen there, his body refusing to leave her side.

“Why did you come here tonight?” There was no accusation in her voice, but Azriel could hear the careful question behind the words. She knew that he had lied about seeing Rhys, and she wanted the truth. She deserved the truth. She deserved so many things that he couldn’t give her.

“I don’t know,” he lied. It was safer that way.

“Yes, you do.”

Azriel looked at his scarred hands. Her hand was resting next to his on the dark wood. It was such a contrast – his dark, maimed skin looked wrong next to her pale, immaculate hands.

He didn’t deserve her. Didn’t deserve. Didn’t…

But he wanted. He wanted too many things and he was so fucking tired of living like this. So tired of lying and staying away and hurting her. Because that’s what he did - he hurt her. Every lie and every dinner he didn’t attend hurt her, he knew that. And he was tired of being the thing that caused her pain.

He steadied his breath, calling on his shadows for comfort. “I just wanted to make sure that you were safe.” He was surprised at how easily he said those words – as if the words had wanted to be spoken. As if the truth needed to come out. Even if it wasn’t the entire truth.

He waited for her to answer. One second. Two…

“And at the market this summer, were you just making sure that I was safe then too?”

Azriel stiffened, his head turning to meet her gaze. She was already watching him, assessing.

“You saw me?”

The corner of the mouth lifted into a teasing smile. “Nuala and Cerridwen have trained me well.”

And thank the cauldron for that. She needed to be able to protect herself, and if she noticed him that day, she would be able to see many things that might be hidden to other people.

Silence stretched between them again, and this time it wasn’t awkward, though it wasn’t comfortable either. The air was thick with all the words unspoken between them. A year worth of words.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the dark. It was the only words he could find in his heart even though they were far from enough.

Elain stiffened beside him, her heart skipping a beat. He wished, just this once, that he could read her mind. He needed to know what she was thinking. He hoped that she could understand the deeper meaning of those words. He hoped that she knew that if he could, he would beg for her forgiveness.

There were so many things he wanted to say to her. So many words that he had held on the tip of his tongue for a year. A year that somehow felt like an entire lifetime.

Time moved differently without her.

Elain said nothing as she returned her gaze to Nyx. His breathing was even and he was still clutching that horrible toy in his small fist.

Azriel didn’t dare move. He just waited. Waited for her response. Waited for any reaction that she would give him. He wouldn’t blame her if she decided to slap him. Wouldn’t blame her if she dragged him out in the hallway just to give him a piece of her mind.

He would gladly take the pain. If he could, he would take all of her pain and carry it with him for the rest of his days, just so she could be happy.

Azriel didn’t notice the shift in her body, but he felt her touch when her fingers gently brushed against his. Shivers ran down his spine at the sensation. It had been their secret language once. A slight brush of hands just to check in. Just to be near. Just to feel something.

And here, hidden in shadows and darkness, Azriel let his walls down. Without a single word, he turned to face her. She was looking up at him already, her face full of questions that needed to be answered.

Later. All the words could wait. Their language was something else entirely and no words could convey all the things he was feeling right at this moment.

Azriel turned his hand, palm up. Elain slowly explored his skin there with her fingertips, the touch making him ache for so many things. He lifted his other hand to her neck, gently stroking his thumb over her soft skin. This was exactly where they left off that night.

“Elain, I…” He began, feeling the need to say something. Anything. He needed to explain. Needed her to understand, even though he was unable to tell her everything.

But she just shook her head and rested one palm over his heart. “Later,” she whispered as she stood up on her toes and closed the distance between them.

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Advent [noun]: 1. the beginning of an event, the invention of something, or the arrival of a person 2. the period of four weeks before Christmas

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thepromptfoundry · 5 months

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The prompt theme for January 2024 is a January of Firsts!

If you use this list, please tag me here @thepromptfoundry, I’d love to see your writing and art!

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starfxkr · 29 days

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NO CAUSE WHY DOES THIS SCREAM JJ AND KITTY!READER..

the thing abt jj is he NEEDS to know why she dont like them so he can gauge if it's a shooting level offense or not im so serious if she dont like em shitttt thats his worst enemy

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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 series on AO3 - as well as all my other stories.

8th day of christmas - gingerbread house

CW: Explicit Sexual Content

No Crying Over Spilled Icing (Elriel NSFW)

Elain eyed the gingerbread house in front of her with something akin to misery. Only twenty minutes ago, when she had first taken the dough out of the oven, she had been immensely proud of herself – it had been baked to perfection, neither too dry nor too moist, with a beautiful golden-brown colouring and a smell so sweet Elain had fought herself not to eat the whole thing in one go.

Buttercream had been used to make intricate, delicate patterns on what would be the walls, as well as cute little tiles for the rooftop. Candies, too, had been used aplenty. It had looked promising. Beautiful even.

But that had been before she had realised one of the walls was cut too short – something Elain hadn’t noticed until she started setting everything together – giving the house a sort of crooked, haunted look that made it resemble more a Halloween decoration than a Solstice treat. The icing, of course, hadn’t helped either. The walls barely stuck together, and the rooftop was slowly falling to its demise. Elain watched it all unfold, unblinking.

A great architect Elain did not make.

When she had first told Feyre she’d be bringing her own gingerbread house – and not one of those sets the bakery sold every Solstice – she hadn’t been expecting a building made of dessert to be so damn infuriating. She was set to leave in an hour and a half, and she doubted she had the needed time to try it all over again. She doubted she could find the will to do it in the first place.

“What are you doing?” A deep voice startled her, her eyes finally turning away from the baked mess in front of her.

“A gingerbread house.” If it could be called that. It definitely didn’t look like one.

Azriel tilted his head, eyeing the house with a stoical expression. “Are those the ones from the bakery downtown?” His eyes flickered to hers. “Cassian had mentioned how he wanted to try and build one.”

Elain huffed, suddenly affronted. “Of course not.” Maybe she should have though.

He gave her a sheepish smile. “Right. Dumb question.” He narrowed his eyes, eyeing the eyesore with curiosity. “Why is it…slanted, though?”

“Well, first the icing melted,” She explained, hating the way her voice wavered. “And then the wall on the left was too short.” Azriel nodded along as if she was making perfect sense. “And it smelled really good, so I might’ve eaten one of the windows and now it looks weird.” She dropped her eyes again. “By the cauldron, it’s barely salvageable.”

“Why not just take the side of the roof that’s slipping away? It could probably stand, even if it’d be a little crooked.”

She bristled. “Then it’ll be a gingerbread box.” He gave no indication whatsoever that this information alarmed him. “Az, no one wants to eat a gingerbread box.”

Azriel smirked. As if it were funny. “Calm down, princess.” He looked at the mess in front of them, going around the counter so he could stand by her side. “We can fix this.” He said, and Elain watched from the corner of her eyes as he came to stand right behind her instead, his arms going around her as he reached for the gingerbread in front of her.

“What are you doing?” She gasped.

“Why, helping you, of course.”

She highly doubted he was that innocent. His scent surrounded her, the heat from his body resting upon her skin as a gentle caress. It was all Elain could do to keep her eyes open, to follow his hands as he gently studied her creation. She could hear his steady breathing, quickly realising just how close he was to her. His lips were by her ear, his front pressing against her back every so often.

“Maybe we could do a tent instead?”

Elain frowned at the suggestion. It could work, even if it felt lazy to do so. She felt his hands on her hips, caressing her as she mumbled, “I suppose so.”

He seemed pleased by her quick acceptance, the feeling of his lips so faint against her skin, it was nearly unnoticeable. “Or just accept the defeat and do something else instead.”

Elain hadn’t realized she had closed her eyes, but at the sound of his lewd proposal, she snapped them open, promptly stepping closer to the counter and stepping away from him. “You’re distracting me.”

“Am I?” He stepped closer once again, pressing his nose against her neck, his lips a breath away from touching her fevered skin. “You smell good.”

Elain nearly whimpered “That’s just the gingerbread.”

He pressed his mouth against her shoulder, nibbling softly as if he couldn’t help but taste her. “I’m pretty sure it’s you.”

She turned around, ignoring her erratic breathing. “I still need to bake another batch-” She gasped as she felt his hands on her waist, raising her so she was sitting on the counter before she could finish her sentence. “Azriel, we don’t have enough time for that.” Truth be told, she was doing very little to push him away.

Azriel, of course, noticed that as well.

“I think we have more than enough time, princess.” He said, voice raspy as he stepped even closer. Elain wasn’t sure where her body ended and where his began, but as he kissed her jaw, the corner of her mouth, it felt like the most urgent thing that he stepped even closer.

Elain nearly whimpered as he pulled away, panting as he grabbed the hem of her skirts, pulling them up at an agonising speed.

Elain, however, wasn’t to be deterred. “Someone’s cocky.” She said, far too breathy for it to mean much.

He raised an eyebrow, scarred hands trailing up her legs. “Is that a challenge princess?”

Elain ignored the goosebumps raising all over her skin, ignored the craving that seemed to throb with her every heartbeat. “If you’re up for it.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?” A smirk was all the warning she got before Azriel pressed his face between her legs. Elain cried out, mindless with want. Her legs quickly wrapped around his shoulders, pressing him closer to her at the first touch of his tongue against her center. She was vaguely aware of leaning back on her hands, accidentally spilling what remained of the icing on the counter.

She couldn’t bring herself to care – she reached for his hair with her other hand, moaning as he devoured her. He moaned her name against her core as if he couldn’t get enough of her. He was a man starved, licking her, and fucking her with his tongue as if this was both the first and the last time he ever got to do this. The feeling of his large, scarred hands pulling her thighs apart, the scratch of his beard against her sensitive skin, it was all too much. Azriel had barely pushed a finger inside her before Elain was tumbling over the edge, his name on her lips as she bucked against his mouth over and over and over again.

“Sweetest fucking thing in the world.” He growled, more to himself than to her. He was panting, eyes dark as he took her in. She probably looked like a mess, panting, hands covered in icing, legs opened in a lewd display of her arousal. Elain felt herself blush under his scrutiny, but any embarrassment quickly faded as he took her mouth, his tongue seeking hers. “Turn around, princess.” He mumbled against her lips, helping her get down from the counter before lightly slapping her ass. “We’re on a schedule.”

Funnily enough, that was the furthest thing from her mind. Nothing mattered – not the party, not the spilled icing, not even the gingerbread house that had somehow ended up splattered on the kitchen floor. There was nothing but him. Not as he pushed inside her, his length stretching her as if it were their very first time together. Her every nerve-ending was on fire, her body craving him even as he filled her again and again. There were only the sounds he made as he rutted into her, the gentleness in his hands as he pulled her by her hair, the wantonness in the way he kissed her.

“You’re making such a mess, princess.” He panted against her ear, pulling down her corset, his hands quickly grabbing into her bare tits.

“Please.”

“Are you close?” Elain could do nothing but nod. He had barely pulled out of her when she was being turned around, her eyes quickly finding his as he pushed back inside in one swift move, as if he had never left. “I need to see you when you come.” And then he was wrapping her leg over his hip, filling her even deeper.

He wrapped his lips around her nipple, nibbling on the sensitive skin as his cock kept pounding into her. The feel of his mouth, of his cock… All Elain could do was scream out his name as she crashed, coming around his cock just as he spilled into her.

“Fuck.” He panted, hips still bucking against her.

Elain giggled, high on his touch. “Think I still have time to bake something?” She asked, shamelessly pressing her lips to his chest, his throat, his lips, taking them between her teeth and pulling gently. He hissed.

“Not if you keep doing that.” His gaze roved over her before finally settling on her eyes with a mischievous glint. “And I don’t think that gingerbread cake is salvageable anymore.”

Elain supposed not, but she wasn’t a quitter.

In no time – and with a lot of effort – Elain was kicking Azriel out of the kitchen, scrubbing every nook and cranny of the counter and busying herself with something else. Something quick that wouldn’t raise any eyebrows.

Or so she had hoped.

“Where’s the gingerbread house?” Feyre asked only a few minutes later, eyeing the plain gingerbread cookies Elain had managed to bake in the measly thirty minutes she had been left with. Azriel, at Feyre’s question, gave Elain a heated stare, a smirk blooming on his lips as he casually strolled into the living room without a care in the world. Elain felt her cheeks heat up, pointedly ignoring her sister’s knowing smile. “Had a change of heart?”

Elain cleared her throat, squaring her shoulders as she made her way to the kitchen. “Sure,” she said. “let’s call it that.”

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Winter Solstice

We are happy to announce the prompt list to our last Winter Solstice. It is scheduled for December 17th to December 23rd. As always, you are free to post after the event as well, it's usually a month until we post the round up, which means you don't have to rush.

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impossiblescissorspeachpaper · 1 year

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in the dark of the longest night

elriel month prompt three: happy solstice

A special thank you to @duskcowboy for this collaboration! She approached me with her absolutely stunning idea for art and asked me if I'd be interested in telling the story behind her commission, promptly knocking me out of my writing slump. It was a pleasure working on this with you & PLEASE check out the stunning artwork that goes along with this fic here.

It was well past midnight as Elain knelt on the cool stone tiles of the small patio just outside her bedroom, the square paved alcove smattered with a collection of decorative pots that she attentively cared for. Her fingers had grown frigid and cold from the frost, but she continued her work, brushing the freshly fallen snow from the leaves of her beloved plants.

Elain had always been able to adapt to most conditions and environments with ease. Her ability to read a room and conduct herself with a graceful poise not many possessed was a strength of its own. She was able to flourish both in the spotlight and on the sidelines and was content to do both. However, every year since her arrival to Velaris, she found herself quietly savouring the dark tranquillity that was so unique to the night of Winter Solstice.

As a human, she’d always missed the flowers whenever the winters would roll around, the lands left grey and covered in sleet for months below the wall. But here, in Prythian, she’d been introduced to varieties of flowers that would thrive and bloom even in the dead of winter. Not many, and not in any massive palette of colour, but the few she was able to collect were still better than the arid dirt flowerbeds that she’d been forced to tolerate in her former life.

Snowdrops, Alpine Roses, Winter Aconites, Glory of the Snow; she had gathered their various bulbs and planted them all. Some were currently mere green seedlings, the frosts of Solstice a tad too harsh for their needs. Others had already sprouted, boasting their starry blue, pink and white petals, the bright blooms peeking through the ice.

Elain had enjoyed tending to her small garden in the winter, taking to simply wrapping herself in her fur-lined blue cape and heading out to her courtyard to check on the plants’ progress. The garden exuded a different type of silence and serenity in the winter. It wasn’t riotous and alive like it was in the summer, nor in the metamorphosis of its rebirth like the spring, but rather a steady and muted calm which helped her slow her racing mind.

So, when sleep would elude her like it often did these days, she’d find herself out on her small patio in the moonlight, hands caked with frosty earth to pass the darkest lonely hours.

Still dressed in the fine amethyst gown she’d worn for the Solstice party, Elain was crouched beside a large pot of her favourite winter blooms, her Black Tulips. She smiled at the striking obsidian flowers, the deep, opulent colour of the petals so at odds with the freshly fallen white snow that delicately clung to its folds. The merchant in the Palace who had sold her the bulbs had told her they were also known colloquially in Velaris as Queen of the Night. The thought made her smile.

As she continued her work in the tranquillity of the quiet night, the crunch of snow under a heavy boot made her freeze momentarily, before a soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She knew he was more than adept at masking his presence, ensuring he could gather that all important sensitive information without the possibility of being found. No, he could move through this world without producing a single sound. That misstep was solely for her benefit, an indication for her ears alone, to enlighten her to his presence in the dead of the longest night.

From her position on the patio, she glanced towards the vast gardens of the river house beyond her stone balustrade and spotted the handsome Shadowsinger striding toward her private courtyard. He was still clad in his Solstice finery too, the tailored black jacket hugging his warrior’s physique splendidly, the lapels falling open to reveal a fine black shirt beneath that did little to conceal the swells of his muscled chest. He wore an easy smile, his siphons gleaming atop his scarred hands in the night as his shadows trailed behind him like wisps of dark mist.

Arriving at the edge of her small terrace, he halted. His wings remained tucked in tight behind his back but the image he created, as if he had been born from the night—materialised from the very corners of darkness— was not lost on Elain as she stared up at him from her crouched position.

“Everyone turned in rather early this year,” he offered as an explanation for his appearance.

It had indeed been a shorter affair than years past. They had still made it past midnight as they usually would, but she too had noticed Cassian and Nesta slink off shortly after Feyre’s birthday cake had been served. Feyre and Rhys had followed not far behind as Nyx had finally fallen asleep in a sugar induced coma on his father’s shoulder, his plump lips open and frosting smeared across his rosy cheeks. Mor had been eager to open another bottle of wine and lingered for a while longer, but soon everyone else had dispersed to their various accommodations.

Feyre and Nesta had never been ones to relish in a party, and Feyre still shied away from celebrating her birthday. She also supposed those who were happily mated couldn’t wait to be alone once more.

A small pang of jealousy needled its way into her heart to nestle beside the happiness she felt for both her sisters at the thought. It wasn’t their fault, but she did envy them for being able to openly be with the one they truly loved… That in their cases, the Cauldron, or the Mother— or whatever deity that deemed itself important enough to pull the strings of fate— had indeed chosen correctly.

Standing from her crouch she dusted her hands off on her cape and tucked her cold hands inside its warm pockets.

“I suppose they were just eager to be alone once more,” she offered slyly, hinting at some of the couples’ very public displays of affection.

It wasn’t unusual for Feyre and Nesta to be affectionate towards their mates, but for some reason, she found it particularly hard to witness around the Solstice holiday. Elain pushed thoughts of longing aside. She was getting good at doing so.

Azriel huffed a laugh in response. “Mated couples can be quite insufferable.”

Indeed. But she just smiled knowingly in response, the secret glances they had traded and eyerolls they had stifled throughout the Solstice festivities earlier in the evening sparking a warm glow in her chest. It was nice to know he understood her.

Azriel came another step closer, and it was then that she noticed he had been carrying something in his hands, her gaze catching on what he held between his fingers.

“In all the haste, I didn’t get the chance to show you these.”

He held out his hand, offering Elain what she could only describe as a bunch of thin, rolled up paper straws, about eight inches long.

She glanced from the paper sticks in his hands and back to his face, trying to mask the utter confusion she felt at his perplexing offering, not wanting to offend him or seem ungrateful for the strange gift.

Slowly reaching out her hand to take one, she asked tentatively, “Sorry, but— what are they?”

Azriel smiled, a dimple appearing in his smooth cheek as his head tilted to the side, his dark hair falling into hazel eyes. Beautiful. He was so beautiful. Elain never tired of it.

“They’re called fire flowers. They’re an old tradition from the Winter Court and customary at times of celebration. I thought you’d appreciate them.”

Elain’s confusion only grew. Fire flowers? She had never heard of such a thing.

“Do I…plant them?”

Azriel chuckled this time, his hazel eyes gleaming in the surrounding darkness.

“Let me show you,” he responded simply.

Separating one of the paper straws from the bundle and handing Elain the rest, he removed a flint from his pocket, lighting the end of the stick and then holding it out before him.

At first nothing happened, or so she thought, until she noticed a small round red bud at the tip Azriel had lit. The small droplet glowed in the darkness where Azriel held the fire flower between them. Before she had much time to ponder on it however, a spark shot out from the lit tip like a small slash of lightening in the night sky, startling Elain and causing her to jump a surprised step back. The spark was followed by another and another and another; streaks of light flying in all directions with the radiant bud glowing at its centre.

Elain’s mouth popped open into a delicate O at the glittering display. The sparks looked like petals.

The fire petals danced and fizzed as the stick held between Azriel’s fingers withered until they finally slowed down in momentum and waned, the dark night enveloping them once more in its embrace.

Elain stared at the place where the fire flower had glowed, so bright and majestic for all of a few brief moments before it had been swallowed into the veil of darkness once more. It had been there one second, and the next…gone.

An unexpected, nostalgic feeling of melancholy threatened to engulf her. How could something so bright, so joyful, only be granted such a fleeting moment in time to shine?

The thoughts came crashing down upon her suddenly, but she allowed them to take their course. They seemed poignant in this moment.

It elicited thoughts of her human life, so brief and fleeting. And although her new life in this fae body was something she had well-adjusted to since, she still found herself wondering sometimes, what if?

Overcome with emotion, her bright eyes lined with unshed tears, she looked up at Azriel. “May I try one?”

He smiled, his handsome face a display of heart-shattering beauty. “Do you really like them?” he asked somewhat trepidatiously.

She’d never known the spymaster to be unsure of himself. She smiled again, broadly this time. She needed him to know how meaningful his gift was, regardless of the size of its gesture. He had clearly thought she would enjoy them, and he was right.

“I love them. Azriel, thank you.”

His shoulders sagged slightly, as if he had been holding his breath for her reaction, but he didn’t say another word as he edged closer to her, striking the flint once more, the small sparks enough to light the end of the fire flower.

This time Elain watched with wide eyes as the glowing bud slowly formed, growing on the end of her straw before the sparkling petals started dancing and crackling quietly in the night, before its bright light once again waned and ultimately winked out.

Life, death, rebirth.

Elain shivered at the thought and Azriel, mistaking her reaction as a result of the cold air, sidled up to her and wrapped a mighty wing around. His proximity warmed her almost immediately as he sheltered her from the icy wind. She tilted her head up and gave him a soft smile of thanks, her thick unbound curls cascading down her back with the movement. Hazel eyes met her own as a flash of heat passed between them, but he just offered her his own dimple-popping smile in return.

Azriel lit sparkler after sparkler for them as they spent the remainder of the long night outside. Snow had begun to softly fall around them, but they barely noticed it quietly blanketing the world around them. Elain and Azriel simply relished in each other’s presence amongst the flowers and nightfall, conversation flowing freely once more between the Shadowsinger and the Seer.

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xponentialdesign · 7 months

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Generative night time Mediterranean coast

#prompt art #Mediterranean #christmas #holidays #winter #solstice #oil painting #ai art #leonardo ai #night #coast #bay #festival #generative art #christmas tree #starry sky

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koshiiimagines · 1 year

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Hotties just vibin’ #SolsticeParty #leftalone

*Angel, Babe, Sweetheart after their mate’s went on the pack run* *Darlin’ sending it to their mates after Sam showed them*

#solstice #short prompt #imagine #left alone #home alone #chaos #redacted david #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redacted davey #redacted asher #redactedverse #redacted babe #redacted listener #redacted angel #redacted sweetheart #redacted sam #redacted milo #redacted shaw pack

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Midwinter Yuletide

TADvent 2023 — Day 22 A blessed Solstice to welcome in light and warmth. 🕯️🌲✨

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dottielovegood · 2 years

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Here’s a prompt, azriel or elain finds the other one has fallen asleep somewhere and either bring them to bed or grabs a blanket and tucks them in!

Thank you so much for this prompt! I really enjoyed writing this one <3

Hope you like it!

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I miss you

Elain wrapped herself in a blanket as she padded across the floor of her bedroom. She had no idea what time it was, she just knew that she had to get out of this room. She had been tossing and turning for hours, her body too restless to let her drift off to sleep. After what felt like a small eternity, she decided to give up and go downstairs to make herself a cup of warm milk. She doubted that it would help much, but anything was better than just laying in bed while overthinking every single moment of the day.

Just like every single moment of last year’s Solstice had plagued her mind for a year.

She didn’t know why she felt so disappointed – it’s not as if she expected the evening to go any other way. She knew that Lucien would be there, per Feyre’s request, and she knew that Azriel would be there too. She hadn’t seen him much this past year. He always had an excuse ready when they invited him to family dinner, always a new mission to go on. Even though Feyre had told her time and time again that Azriel was just busy, Elain couldn’t help but think that he wasn’t staying away from them – he was staying away from her.

Feyre had no idea what happened last Solstice, nor would she ever find out. Elain carried that secret close to her heart, too embarrassed to even talk about it with Nuala and Cerridwen. Ever since she came to Prythian, Azriel had been the one she turned to. Even when she hadn’t been able to understand her own mind, he had been there. For a year, they had exchanged glances and the occasional brush of fingers. They had stayed up past midnight, talking about her garden. He didn’t share much about his own life, but he had always been there to listen. She used to find so much comfort in his presence, but now that was all gone. And she couldn’t help but blame herself. Maybe she shouldn’t have talked so much? Maybe she shouldn’t have misinterpreted his friendship for something else?

Though, that night she had been certain that he had felt the same way. The way his hands caressed her neck. The way he met her gaze, asking for permission. The way his scent told her that something was about to change between them.

But she must have imagined it. She must have, or else he wouldn’t have left.

Elain walked as quietly as she could in order to not disturb the silence that had fallen over the house since everyone went to bed a few hours ago. She knew that the third step on the stairs usually creaked, so she skipped it and thanked the cauldron when she reached the bottom of the stairs and still heard no sign of movement anywhere in the house.

She padded silently toward the kitchen, but something in the corner of her eye forced her to stop dead in her tracks. Someone was here, in the living room. Paper from open gifts lay scattered on the floor and the last embers of the fire glowed red in the fireplace. And in one of the armchairs sat a figure, hidden in darkness and shadows.

Elain didn’t dare breathe as she took in his sleeping form. Even in the darkness, she knew who it was. His scent was familiar and she would have recognized the sound of his heartbeat from miles away.

Azriel.

Azriel was still here, and he was sound asleep.

Elain knew that she shouldn’t disturb him. Knew that she should make her way back to her room just to make as little sound as possible. She knew that he didn’t sleep much, he had told her as much once. If this was all the sleep he would get tonight, she wanted him to have it. But she couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not if this was the only chance she would get to be in his presence.

It was silly, she knew this. But she still ached for him. Still wanted him. If not as a lover, then as a friend. She just wanted to find her way back to what they once were.

Elain hugged the blanket closer to her body and tip-toed over to him. She was surprised he didn’t wake. He must be exhausted if the sound of her footsteps didn’t even make him stir, she thought to herself as she glanced down at the male she held so many feelings for.

He looked so serene. His shadows curled around him where he sat, one arm hanging over the armrest and the other one resting on his thigh, just next to Truth Teller. Always ready. Always waiting. Even in his sleep. Elain looked at those scarred hands and the siphons he always wore, the blue light casting shadows over his resting face. She had once taken his hand in hers and uttered the first word that came to mind – Beautiful.

And he truly was just that; beautiful. For a year, he hadn’t been in a room with Elain long enough for her to really look at him, and if he had been, he had turned his head away at every glance. But here, in the dead of night, Elain could finally look at him. Finally be near him, if only for a moment.

She reached down and brushed back a curl of his hair from his forehead. He stirred slightly and Elain pulled her hand back, ready to quickly back away if she needed to. But he didn’t wake up. She stilled as one of his shadows left his side and curled itself around her hand. She looked at her skin, surprised to find that she could actually feel the shadow. She couldn’t explain the sensation because it was like nothing she had ever felt before. A shiver ran down her spine as she watched Azriel’s darkness on her own pale skin. Sometimes, in the dead of night, she had imagined what it would feel like to have those shadows covering her own body while Azriel was above her – inside her. She had even touched herself to that image once. A blush crept up her cheeks at the mere memory of that night. At all the memories of all the nights when she had lay awake with only thoughts of him to keep her company.

The shadow left her and returned to its master and Elain had to bite her lip to keep herself from letting out a whimper at the loss of sensation. Azriel shivered when the shadow traveled up his neck and curled itself around his ear. He shivered and Elain glanced at the hearth – at the darkness where there had been a roaring fire just hours ago. Was he cold?

She unwrapped the warm blanket from her body and hesitated for just a second before draping it over Azriel. He would know exactly who this blanket belonged to. She might be playing a dangerous game. But she didn’t care. She wanted him to know that she saw him. That she was still waiting for him.

When she had tucked the blanket around his sleeping form, she dared to reach out to him one last time. She let her fingertips brush his cheek ever so lightly and she closed her eyes just to memorize the feeling of his skin against her fingertips. If this was all she would ever get, she wanted to remember it.

“I miss you,” she whispered into the night, the darkness her only witness.

Or so she thought.

When she turned around, she found Rhysand leaning against the doorframe quietly watching her. She had been so preoccupied, she hadn’t noticed him standing there. How long had he been there? What had he seen?

And why was he just standing there?

Couldn’t sleep? Rhys asked her in her mind as if mindful to not wake the shadowsinger.

Something like that.

She met his gaze then and there was something hidden behind those violet eyes. Something she couldn’t decipher. Rhys’s eyes flickered to Azriel’s sleeping form and then back to her.

Your mate is here.

Elain narrowed her eyes at him and took a few steps closer. “And who’s fault is that?” she said through gritted teeth. She could almost hear the venom in her own voice. She had no idea why Rhys cared. She hadn’t asked them to bring Lucien here for Solstice. And yet they did, without any regard to her feelings.

Elain kept walking but Rhys caught her elbow before she could make her way up the stairs.

“Be careful, Elain.” His voice was barely more than a whisper.

Elain pulled her arm back and looked up at him. There was no hint of emotion on his face, but Elain could see the warning in his eyes. If her soul hadn’t been so tired, she would have asked him what he was talking about. She would have asked why he seemed to care so damn much. But as she looked back at Azriel where he sat, wrapped in her blanket, she only wanted sleep to find her too. Maybe they could meet there, in the land between realities?

“I’m going to bed,” she whispered and made her way to the stairs.

“Goodnight.”

As she reached the top of the stairs, she could have sworn that she heard someone shut a door somewhere further down the hallway.

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really in the mood to write but what

#solstice shares #that's the question #been thinking about that lacrosse prompt from nosebleedclub #i typed /something/ up for it but idk im not happy with it #if anyone sees this pls send a prompt im begging 🙏

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starfxkr · 9 days

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Could we say this is Pogue!Bunny x Rafe or am I reaching hereee 🫣🫣

pogue!bunny would absolutely be dripped tf out she's gonna always be a ghetto girl at heart she doesnt care about dainty and pretty and rafe's gonna fund it all!

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt #pogue!bunny!reader #irides solstice

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12 Days of Christmas - ACOTAR Edition

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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