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[readychilledwine]

Heyy sweetheart! I was wondering if you were going to continue "Bound by fate" fic of yours I love it sooo much and would love to read the next part of it

👀👀 Currently rewriting the next chapter 👀👀

[readychilledwine]

Will you be continuing Pieces of you? It’s legit one of the best RhyxOFC I’ve ever read we neeed more please 😭

Yes. Pieces of You is planned to be picked back up. Things will be angsty before falling into what I can only describe as a moment of, "I cannot live without you," shown the way only Rhysand knows how to.

I'm very excited, nervous, and ready.

[readychilledwine]

Hii i recently discovered your writing and was just scrolling your blog and saw that you like healing teas and good chais. So i wanted to recommend that you try Tulsi (holy basil?) and cardamom in your chai if you haven’t already. They not only taste good but also help with throat congestion and colds

(this is my first time sending an ask on tumblr)

😍😍😍 you are an angel

I will be picking this up. Thank you so much 😍🥺

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It is time. No more crying. No more self-pity. I've decided to heal through fanfiction and by having reader truly belong to the streets. My beloved readers

Pick your Eiffel Tower

Rhysand and Eris

Cassian and Azriel

Tamlin and Lucien

Rhysand and Tamlin (we all love a good hate fuck)

Mor and Nesta

Voting ended onJan 10

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A Merry Solstice

Summary - 4 years of friendship had always meant so much more than Feyre and Mor believed

Warnings - Friends to lovers with a touch of angst, mentions of wine, some longing, that gift giving anxiety, probably a missed error or two (if you see them, no you didn't 😭)

A/n - Happy Solstice and Secret Santa @dreamlandreader I'm so sorry I wasn't as active as I had planned to be for this event. I hope I made your cozy with a touch of angst friends to lovers dream come true with this. Its my first time writing Mor and Feyre, but its definitely a dynamic I want to play more with! Merry Christmas, dear ❤️

Pine, cinnamon, and warmth greeted Feyre as she walked into the Riverhouse. The yearly Inner Circle Solstice Party was in full swing, laughter ringing out and drinks flowing as she removed her wool coat. She could feel her lips twitch, a small smile appearing as the familiar sound of heels clicking on the floors approached her.

“Feyre! Thank the Mother,” Mor giggled. “I am so tired of these males.” She motioned, soft blonde curls bouncing as she did to where Cassian and Azriel were already in a heated debate. “Come drink with me,” before she could protest, Morrigan grabbed her hand, fingers lacing together.

That simple gesture was one of many that had Feyre confused about the unspoken between her and Mor. Friendship had become the two of them being inseparable. So much so that they both agreed it was as if the Mother called them home when they met each other. They had once called it sisterhood, but even now, they both knew that didn't fit what they needed it to. So many questions were unclear between the two of them, lingering touches, prolonged glances, late night talks after everyone else had turned in for the night. Feyre had noticed the tension growing more as her birthday and Solstice grew closer, her mind constantly playing scenarios of what Mor must be planning.

Feyre's own plan had become bold, even for her. She just needed one opening, a moment between the two of them where she felt brave, but now wasn't that time as the of them began walking to a secluded corner, Feyre giving an occasional wave as she did, “What are we drinking,” Feyre's voice barely hid the trembling of nerves she was feeling, her mask of smiles never cracked, though.

Mor simply smiled, “I may have gotten into Rhysand's wine cellar. I may have a bottle hidden just for us.” That tug came again, Feyre's lips turning to a grin as the two of them began to fall into their routine. A moment of laughter, a moment of gossip, a moment of shock at the disbelief of other fae's behavior. They observed their friends around them, laughing as Cassian ranked Azriel. Rolling their eyes and look of disbelief as Amren judged her expensive gift from Rhysand.

As the two of them started their third glass, a small weight reminded Feyre of its presence. This would be their 4th year of this tradition: Small presents exchanged away from the Inner circle. They had their gifts they exchanged with everyone else, then something private, something their own later and as Mor took the lead, moving to a new room away from the others, Feyre felt her chest grow tight.

This year's gift was one Feyre had spent hours crafting. One she hoped Morrigan would love and wear daily. A dainty gold locket with three small stars and Ramiel on its front. The inside was where something special sat. Feyre had spent hours using her smallest and finest brushes, painting intricate line by line until the memory of her and Mor on the battlefield together stared back at her. That moment, though brutal, was one that the two of them held near and dear. That moment had been when their chemistry truly fell into place as their trust and friendship was tested. That moment had been the one where Feyre knew Morrigan wasn't a passing feeling, but a permanent mark on her heart and soul, and now a golden locket would let Morrigan carry the moment close to her heart at all times.

“Offly quiet tonight,” rich brown eyes studied Feyre, the much older fae female seeming to read her body language and mind without needing magic to do so. “Is it the company?”

Feyre could only chuckle, eyes beginning to sparkle as the back and forth began, “Don't be silly.” She took a sip of the tart wine, praying for bravery as nerves began to bubble up. “If I wanted different company, I'd go find Cassian.”

Mor blinked at her, eyes then going wide, “Cassian? Here I was thinking you enjoyed the finer things, Fey. Might have to return your gift.” She leaned in, playful nudging Feyre with her shoulder. “What is on your mind? It's your birthday and Solstice! We're celebrating! You shouldn't be sad!”

A faint flush made Feyre's brain pause. Mor had always been known to list things in the order she found their importance. Rhysand over Amren, Cassian over Azriel, or Azriel over Cassian depending on the day, Elain over Nesta. To hear “your birthday” over “Solstice” was just another reminder to Feyre of how deep their friendship was.

“Did you want to exchange gifts,” Feyre's sudden question made Mor seem to glow, eyes sparkling.

“You're nervous?”

And there was no way to hide it as Feyre's whispered reply came, “Yes.” Trembling hands reached into her dress pocket, thanking the designer for including something so useful, and she pulled out the crystal box; another handpicked touch she hoped Mor knew was just for her. “I had this made for you, well, and I also made it,” her voice was barely a whisper as butterflies began to land deep in her stomach. “I know we always agreed no jewelry, but I wanted-”

A soft hand, lightly scarred from years of training, slid over Feyre's. “Just let me see,” Mor's voice was a balm, soothing a budding ounce of anxiousness Feyre held. “I am sure I can forgive you for breaking the no jewelry rule.” As if she was taking glass, Morrigan slid the box from Feyre's hands, setting it on the table before pulling out her own small red paper wrapped gift. “Besides, I broke the rule, too.”

Her hands met Feyre's again, placing the gift in Feyre's. The two shared a moment of silence before nodding, a long ago set code that they'd made to open every gift at the same time. Feyre pulled the satin white bow, ribbon coming apart easily as she did, but soft gasp made her pause, looking up at where Mor had her mouth covered with a perfectly manicured hand.

“Oh Feyre, how long did this take,” her eyes darted over every detail of the small painting. “How?”

“Several months and very tiny brushes,” Feyre smiled. “Some detail omission on things the mind automatically fills in was done, but I'm really proud of how it turned out.”

Mor smiled at that, knowing her beloved friend could and would explain everything down to the paint layering process if she asked. The locket sparkled as she took it from the cushion. “You even got a longer chain!”

“You mentioned wanting a layering necklace,” Feyre reminded her, causing Mor to smile and nod before turning her back to Feyre, locket held out. She pulled her hair up, a silent plea for Feyre to put the necklace on her.

They'd done this countless times, but the air felt different at this moment. The unspoken feelings between the two of them seemed to become more apparent, eating into the moment and demanding to be heard and healed like an ache. Feyre stilled her shaking hands, touching the fragile clasp as she moved to put the necklace around Morrigan's slender neck.

As her blonde curls fell back down, Morrigan turned straightening the necklace,“Well? Is it perfect?”

“You always are,” Feyre answered, blue eyes going wide as she realized the slip up.

It was Morrigan's turn to blush, her mind immediately blaming the wine. Despite knowing better, she couldn't help but reply. “Am I?” That unspoken rose again, buzzing as the two of them stood close together. “Finish opening your gift.” Morrigan reached around Feyre, fingers brushing her exposed arm as she did. Both of them noticed the chills Feyre immediately felt along her arm, but neither mentioned it as they both felt a heat begin between them, both of their secret plans falling into place, “You are going to love it.”

She placed the red box back in Feyre's waiting hand, but kept herself close. Feyre's fingers worked at tearing the paper, the ripping one of her favorite noises. A black jewelry box sat inside, Mor hiding her excitement as Feyre opened it. Inside sat a silver necklace, centered on the thin chain was a 7 point star, diamond resting in the middle and sparkling. “It's the Carynth,” Mor explained. “To make sure you can always be guided home during your adventures with Rhysand or whatever!”

Without her even asking, Mor stepped even closer, removing the necklace from the box. Their faces almost touched as she began unclasping it, arms wrapping around Feyre's neck to put the gift on. Citrus and cinnamon filled her nose as Mor worked, the gentle click ensuring the gift was in place.

Mor stood in place, arms unmoving. Those butterflies appeared again, causing Feyre's stomach to go tight. “Morrigan?”

“Feyre?”

“What are we doing,” her question was breathless, vulnerability and yearning hanging in each whimpered word.

Mor's tone was as gentle, matching Feyre's as she spoke again, “Tell me what you think we are doing?”

“Longing,” the answer hung, but Mor, ever quick on her feet had the answer.

“Then maybe we should stop longing and start living?” A rapid nod barely made it out before something magnetic pulled them closer, breathing falling into sync as they stared at each other, daring the other to be the one to cross the line.

This was the grey in Feyre's plan, her mind scared of the hurt misreading the cues she was being given could bring. “You know I won't,” Feyre reminded her. “You know-” A soft press of lips against hers stopped that sentence. Mor had closed the remaining distance throwing all caution to the winds and fate to the stars as she did.

Feyre's hands moved, resting on Morrigan's back as she responded, hoping each second they connected communicated 4 years of wanting this exact moment. 4 years of knowing deep down that the build of their friendship was something more. 4 years of her loving someone she had found untouchable.

Morrigan's lips seemed to repeat those feelings back to her as the kiss grew deeper, a hand moving to the back of Feyre's neck to position her exactly as Mor wanted. Feyre's lips were as soft as her dreams had told her they'd be and tasted like what Mor could only describe as magic.

Their foreheads rested together, eyes both shut as they pulled apart. The silence between them no longer screamed, but instead seemed to sing. “Happy Solstice, Feyre," Mor spoke first. "Best present ever."

A soft chuckle left Feyre's lips as their hands seemed to find their each other’s without them even realizing it, the soft tug in their chests coming again. “Happy Solstice, Mor.’

[dreamlandreader]

Aahhhh this was amazing thank you so much @readychilledwine 💕 I love it so so much!

Live footage of me reading my gift:

I love this cosy quiet moment between Feyre and Mor and the gifts they got one another were so sweet and thoughtful! So perfect that it was released on Feyre’s birthday too! This has now become my mandatory Solstice reading ❄️

Thank you so so much ❤️

[readychilledwine]

I am so happy you love it! You are so welcome ❤️❤️

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A Merry Solstice

Summary - 4 years of friendship had always meant so much more than Feyre and Mor believed

Warnings - Friends to lovers with a touch of angst, mentions of wine, some longing, that gift giving anxiety, probably a missed error or two (if you see them, no you didn't 😭)

A/n - Happy Solstice and Secret Santa @dreamlandreader I'm so sorry I wasn't as active as I had planned to be for this event. I hope I made your cozy with a touch of angst friends to lovers dream come true with this. Its my first time writing Mor and Feyre, but its definitely a dynamic I want to play more with! Merry Christmas, dear ❤️

Pine, cinnamon, and warmth greeted Feyre as she walked into the Riverhouse. The yearly Inner Circle Solstice Party was in full swing, laughter ringing out and drinks flowing as she removed her wool coat. She could feel her lips twitch, a small smile appearing as the familiar sound of heels clicking on the floors approached her.

“Feyre! Thank the Mother,” Mor giggled. “I am so tired of these males.” She motioned, soft blonde curls bouncing as she did to where Cassian and Azriel were already in a heated debate. “Come drink with me,” before she could protest, Morrigan grabbed her hand, fingers lacing together.

That simple gesture was one of many that had Feyre confused about the unspoken between her and Mor. Friendship had become the two of them being inseparable. So much so that they both agreed it was as if the Mother called them home when they met each other. They had once called it sisterhood, but even now, they both knew that didn't fit what they needed it to. So many questions were unclear between the two of them, lingering touches, prolonged glances, late night talks after everyone else had turned in for the night. Feyre had noticed the tension growing more as her birthday and Solstice grew closer, her mind constantly playing scenarios of what Mor must be planning.

Feyre's own plan had become bold, even for her. She just needed one opening, a moment between the two of them where she felt brave, but now wasn't that time as the of them began walking to a secluded corner, Feyre giving an occasional wave as she did, “What are we drinking,” Feyre's voice barely hid the trembling of nerves she was feeling, her mask of smiles never cracked, though.

Mor simply smiled, “I may have gotten into Rhysand's wine cellar. I may have a bottle hidden just for us.” That tug came again, Feyre's lips turning to a grin as the two of them began to fall into their routine. A moment of laughter, a moment of gossip, a moment of shock at the disbelief of other fae's behavior. They observed their friends around them, laughing as Cassian ranked Azriel. Rolling their eyes and look of disbelief as Amren judged her expensive gift from Rhysand.

As the two of them started their third glass, a small weight reminded Feyre of its presence. This would be their 4th year of this tradition: Small presents exchanged away from the Inner circle. They had their gifts they exchanged with everyone else, then something private, something their own later and as Mor took the lead, moving to a new room away from the others, Feyre felt her chest grow tight.

This year's gift was one Feyre had spent hours crafting. One she hoped Morrigan would love and wear daily. A dainty gold locket with three small stars and Ramiel on its front. The inside was where something special sat. Feyre had spent hours using her smallest and finest brushes, painting intricate line by line until the memory of her and Mor on the battlefield together stared back at her. That moment, though brutal, was one that the two of them held near and dear. That moment had been when their chemistry truly fell into place as their trust and friendship was tested. That moment had been the one where Feyre knew Morrigan wasn't a passing feeling, but a permanent mark on her heart and soul, and now a golden locket would let Morrigan carry the moment close to her heart at all times.

“Offly quiet tonight,” rich brown eyes studied Feyre, the much older fae female seeming to read her body language and mind without needing magic to do so. “Is it the company?”

Feyre could only chuckle, eyes beginning to sparkle as the back and forth began, “Don't be silly.” She took a sip of the tart wine, praying for bravery as nerves began to bubble up. “If I wanted different company, I'd go find Cassian.”

Mor blinked at her, eyes then going wide, “Cassian? Here I was thinking you enjoyed the finer things, Fey. Might have to return your gift.” She leaned in, playful nudging Feyre with her shoulder. “What is on your mind? It's your birthday and Solstice! We're celebrating! You shouldn't be sad!”

A faint flush made Feyre's brain pause. Mor had always been known to list things in the order she found their importance. Rhysand over Amren, Cassian over Azriel, or Azriel over Cassian depending on the day, Elain over Nesta. To hear “your birthday” over “Solstice” was just another reminder to Feyre of how deep their friendship was.

“Did you want to exchange gifts,” Feyre's sudden question made Mor seem to glow, eyes sparkling.

“You're nervous?”

And there was no way to hide it as Feyre's whispered reply came, “Yes.” Trembling hands reached into her dress pocket, thanking the designer for including something so useful, and she pulled out the crystal box; another handpicked touch she hoped Mor knew was just for her. “I had this made for you, well, and I also made it,” her voice was barely a whisper as butterflies began to land deep in her stomach. “I know we always agreed no jewelry, but I wanted-”

A soft hand, lightly scarred from years of training, slid over Feyre's. “Just let me see,” Mor's voice was a balm, soothing a budding ounce of anxiousness Feyre held. “I am sure I can forgive you for breaking the no jewelry rule.” As if she was taking glass, Morrigan slid the box from Feyre's hands, setting it on the table before pulling out her own small red paper wrapped gift. “Besides, I broke the rule, too.”

Her hands met Feyre's again, placing the gift in Feyre's. The two shared a moment of silence before nodding, a long ago set code that they'd made to open every gift at the same time. Feyre pulled the satin white bow, ribbon coming apart easily as she did, but soft gasp made her pause, looking up at where Mor had her mouth covered with a perfectly manicured hand.

“Oh Feyre, how long did this take,” her eyes darted over every detail of the small painting. “How?”

“Several months and very tiny brushes,” Feyre smiled. “Some detail omission on things the mind automatically fills in was done, but I'm really proud of how it turned out.”

Mor smiled at that, knowing her beloved friend could and would explain everything down to the paint layering process if she asked. The locket sparkled as she took it from the cushion. “You even got a longer chain!”

“You mentioned wanting a layering necklace,” Feyre reminded her, causing Mor to smile and nod before turning her back to Feyre, locket held out. She pulled her hair up, a silent plea for Feyre to put the necklace on her.

They'd done this countless times, but the air felt different at this moment. The unspoken feelings between the two of them seemed to become more apparent, eating into the moment and demanding to be heard and healed like an ache. Feyre stilled her shaking hands, touching the fragile clasp as she moved to put the necklace around Morrigan's slender neck.

As her blonde curls fell back down, Morrigan turned straightening the necklace,“Well? Is it perfect?”

“You always are,” Feyre answered, blue eyes going wide as she realized the slip up.

It was Morrigan's turn to blush, her mind immediately blaming the wine. Despite knowing better, she couldn't help but reply. “Am I?” That unspoken rose again, buzzing as the two of them stood close together. “Finish opening your gift.” Morrigan reached around Feyre, fingers brushing her exposed arm as she did. Both of them noticed the chills Feyre immediately felt along her arm, but neither mentioned it as they both felt a heat begin between them, both of their secret plans falling into place, “You are going to love it.”

She placed the red box back in Feyre's waiting hand, but kept herself close. Feyre's fingers worked at tearing the paper, the ripping one of her favorite noises. A black jewelry box sat inside, Mor hiding her excitement as Feyre opened it. Inside sat a silver necklace, centered on the thin chain was a 7 point star, diamond resting in the middle and sparkling. “It's the Carynth,” Mor explained. “To make sure you can always be guided home during your adventures with Rhysand or whatever!”

Without her even asking, Mor stepped even closer, removing the necklace from the box. Their faces almost touched as she began unclasping it, arms wrapping around Feyre's neck to put the gift on. Citrus and cinnamon filled her nose as Mor worked, the gentle click ensuring the gift was in place.

Mor stood in place, arms unmoving. Those butterflies appeared again, causing Feyre's stomach to go tight. “Morrigan?”

“Feyre?”

“What are we doing,” her question was breathless, vulnerability and yearning hanging in each whimpered word.

Mor's tone was as gentle, matching Feyre's as she spoke again, “Tell me what you think we are doing?”

“Longing,” the answer hung, but Mor, ever quick on her feet had the answer.

“Then maybe we should stop longing and start living?” A rapid nod barely made it out before something magnetic pulled them closer, breathing falling into sync as they stared at each other, daring the other to be the one to cross the line.

This was the grey in Feyre's plan, her mind scared of the hurt misreading the cues she was being given could bring. “You know I won't,” Feyre reminded her. “You know-” A soft press of lips against hers stopped that sentence. Mor had closed the remaining distance throwing all caution to the winds and fate to the stars as she did.

Feyre's hands moved, resting on Morrigan's back as she responded, hoping each second they connected communicated 4 years of wanting this exact moment. 4 years of knowing deep down that the build of their friendship was something more. 4 years of her loving someone she had found untouchable.

Morrigan's lips seemed to repeat those feelings back to her as the kiss grew deeper, a hand moving to the back of Feyre's neck to position her exactly as Mor wanted. Feyre's lips were as soft as her dreams had told her they'd be and tasted like what Mor could only describe as magic.

Their foreheads rested together, eyes both shut as they pulled apart. The silence between them no longer screamed, but instead seemed to sing. “Happy Solstice, Feyre," Mor spoke first. "Best present ever."

A soft chuckle left Feyre's lips as their hands seemed to find their each other’s without them even realizing it, the soft tug in their chests coming again. “Happy Solstice, Mor.’

[pitohiu]

Happy Solstice to my lovely giftee @readychilledwine! Here is your suspiciously Feysand shaped present under the free unveiled! I genuinely had a lot of fun working on this piece.

I don’t think I’ve ever properly drawn either of these two so I had to take a lil de-tour to give them proper designs.

I really proud of how this piece for you turned out, it’s probably one of my favourite drawings of the year. And I had so much fun being your Santa through the event! I hope you love the drawing of your High Lord and High Lady as much as I did working on it!

A FEW LIL EASTER EGGS:

Feyre and Rhysand’s tattoos line up with the star design on his chest and the one on her bargain tattoo.

Rhysand has slightly fluffy bat ears on account of being Illyrian.

I added the flower you felt represented them in the stained glass part of the drawing.

The three stars motif is repeated throughout their outfits. Representing the three main areas of the Night Court.

@acotargiftexchange thank you for making this even to fun! And I hope I can also participate next year!

(dividers by asiatic-apple)

:D

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Guys 🥹🥹🥹 I cannot. How beautiful is this?!

[readychilledwine]

HO HO HO!

Happy Halloween Liz!

And let’s play a spooky game of, Kiss, Marry, Kill!

Round One: Rhysand, Nesta, and Lucien!

Round Two: Cassian, Eris and Azriel!

Round Three (all bad options): Amarantha, Beron and the King of Hybern!

I hope this Halloween or Samhain has been treating you well, and that you’ve gotten to devour a ton of sweets, or whatever activities you may get up too this spooky season!

— your secret santa! 🎄

Santa 🥺 please forgive me for being late.

My answers my be controversial:

Round 1:

Kiss Nesta, Kill Rhys, Marry Lucien

Round 2:

Kiss Cassian, Marry Eris, and I'm so sorry Azriel 😭😭

Round 3:

Marry Amarantha (we all know she'd burn the world for me), kiss Beron, kill the Hybern

[readychilledwine]

Hi my loves ❤️

I've always built this page on transparency, so it'd be disingenuous not to continue that. Part of my absence has been due to a big life change. Baby Daddy and I are no longer together. I am okay. My daughter is okay. I'm still writing, but I've gotten harder on myself as I heal from this.

I hope you all bare with me as I do. I have some anger, some sadness, and a whole lot of love to give a few of my characters here soon.

Thank you for all the messages and anons. ❤️

[readychilledwine]

HO HO HO!!

My esteemed giftee! One of my elves told me the Suriel has requested you for a tea party!

So please inform me of your favourite teas and treats so I may inform let our gossiping friend of your tea time preferences!

— your secret santa! 🎄

Santa!

I'm so sorry for my absence. Life has been life-ing right now.

I hope I didn't miss my favorite xoxo gossip girl. My favorite tea tend to be those most would consider wellness type teas? Things with elderberry, turmeric, mints. I lean toward green and white teas. If a good chai is put infront of me, though, I'm all about it.

Snacking wise, I really into spicy right now. Takis, flaming hot cheetos, chips with a spicy salsa. 😅

I hope that helps party planning!

Unless i was very off and you meant gossip, in which case, my favorite tea outside of the Feysand shaped present is Elucien and my favorite snack is them as well 👀

[readychilledwine]

Should Liz begin transferring fics to AO3 and Wattpad to see if new eyes remind her she can write

✨️yes✨️

also yes but no sparkles

no

Voting ended onOct 9, 2025

[readychilledwine]

HO HO HO!!

Now Liz, let’s play a Q&A game!! >:D

1: What’s your favourite acotar crack ship or rare pair?

2: Who’s your favourite villain in the series and why?

3: What other Fandoms are you in?

4: What are your favourite snacks?

5: What’s your favourite time of day?

6: Hot Chocolate or Tea?

7: Gingerbread or Short-bread?

8: What’s your current read?

9: If you dress up for halloween what are you being this year or would like to be?

10: What’s a flower that you associate with Feysand? (I swear this isn’t related to that suspiciously Feysand shaped gift under the tree. Heh heh…)

I await your lovely answers!

— your secret santa! 🎄

Santa! Hello :) I love a good Q&A

1: What's your favourite acotar crack ship or rare pair?

-Tamris. I don't know what it is about the idea of Tamlin and Eris, but something tells me if they had a chance to show their true selves to each other, we'd have a dangerous pair of scorned and broken males

2: Who's your favourite villain in the series and why?

OOF. This one is hard. Amarantha is easily the best done villain in the series. SJM clearly took the time to plan her out and ensure she made someone who was captivating, creepy, and easily hateable. BUT there's also Beron. Beron is more realistic. He's a book series version of the man we all never want to find ourselves married to, and that makes him absolutely terrifying.

3: What other Fandoms are you in?

Actively, supernatural, marvel, Middle Earth, and GoT. Middle Earth is my second favorite

4: What are vour favourite snacks:

I'm a savory girl. Give me pickles, olives, dipping oils and bread and I am set

5: What's vour favourite time of day?

Golden hour. It makes me think of my second favorite ACOTAR ship 😅

6: Hot Chocolate or Tea?

Both please? One in the morning and one before bed 💕

7: Gingerbread or Short-bread:

Gingerbread

8: What's vour current read?

Physical is Howl's moving castle, kindle is The Book of Azrael, audio is Wild Love

9: If you dress up for Halloween what are you being this year or would like to be?

Sophia and I are going as Tinkerbell and Wendy this year. Or maybe Winx club members.

10: What's a flower that you associate with Fevsand? (( swear this isn't related to that suspiciously Feysand shaped gift under the tree Heh heh....)

Huh.. that present sure smells like Feysand. I'll resist the urge to peek, though! White spider-lilies. Spider-lilies typically represent death, but in white they represent rebirth, protection, and spiritual transformation. They are also absolutely stunning, almost heavenly, to look at. Kind of like that gift you're hiding 💕

-Yours,

Liz

[readychilledwine]

HO HO HO!

I have a holiday headcanon that the IC commission little wooden figures of them Christmas/Solstice ornaments from a woodworker in Velaris. Like little figures of them all they put on the tree. Perhaps they also painted them together.

BUT THAT BEING SAID! I also wanted to ask:

What do you think is your favourite fic you’ve written for acotar, and what about it do you like/are proud of?

— your secret santa 🎄

Santa,

I love your headcanon. I can see them all in Feyre's studio, deep in concentration as they all secretly compete for the best-painted figure. I'm in a holiday mood thinking about that now.

As for my favorite fic I've written, I think I would have to pick Odd One Out. I like writing things that have feelings we all connect to and I feel like I nailed that with pt 1 and pt 2 of that little two-shot. I also played with a different writing style for the request which was fun for me. Plus, I love some good angst every so often.

Your number one fan,

Liz

[readychilledwine]

is villain week happening? you’re listed as a mod and I was hoping to participate

An announcement was supposed to be made, but I can see it wasn't.

Villains Week is not happening this year, but we are planning next year.

All 3 of us have had a lot happening in our personal lives, as I am sure anyone who has watched my activity fall can tell. Things caught up to us much faster than we expected and it was a really difficult decision for all of us to cancel it. I'm so sorry, everyone. If I can get time, and there's interest, I can do a mini event planned for all of us. Just let me know

[readychilledwine]

HO HO HO!

I would love to hear any head canons you have for the two, either holiday themed or just in general!

— your secret santa :)

Santa! I am so sorry. I was busy with worth.

Holidays wise, I imagine Rhysand was always monochromatic before Feyre. Glass ornaments all in one color, probably silver or white for a clean look. But as they spent more and more Solstices together, Feyre kept bringing in more color. Maybe a single purple ornament to start, then a red, then a blue. Slowly their tree becomes more and more like it represents their little family and inner circle.

I imagine that's how a lot of things are for them actually. Feyre sneaking colored things into their homes, his wardrobe, everything. Almost like she brings color back to his life, cutting through the comfort of the routine he had?

I also imagine them as the type who feel large parties are more intimate. When there are a lot of people, those people are all busy with each other, but Rhysand only sees her, if that makes sense.

As parents, Rhysand is the almond mom type. Meanwhile, Feyre let Nyx colour his hair pink for giggles. Getting the wild out of his system, you know?

I have a ton more, Santa 😅

[readychilledwine]

HO HO HO! I have returned!

One of the elves told me that you would like a suspiciously Rhysand and Feyre shaped gift this year!

Would you tell me some of the things you like about the two? Or headcanons you have for the lovely High Lord and High Lady?

— your Secret Santa! 🎄

:)

My dear Santa,

I absolutely adore Feysand for the sense of their journey. I believe they're a representation of how home isn't always a place, but a person. I also believe they are one of several couples in literature who show light can be found in the dark and just when you need it to be.

My favorite thing about them is the softness we see with Rhysand because of Feyre. His outward reputation before her was one of cruelty and just this mask of indifference. With her, he found someone who made him feel safe enough to be vulnerable and let others in. I know our High Lady's journey is the main act, but the more I reread, Rhysand's shift through the series touches me more. I love them, Santa. In any light. As parents, as High Lord and High Lady, as just deeply flawed characters.

Headcanon-wise, do we mean just holiday-themed or in general? I have ideas for whatever :)