Sarah J. Mass One Shots

Starfall

Feyre spins around the pavilion they had rented, at the very top of the highest mountain in Velaris.

She had decided to host a dance on Starfall this year, so Rhys had went out and found her the best spot there was.

It was two days beforehand when she had started decorating, and the only person permitted to help was her beloved high lord.

There were pillars draped in twinkling lights and dark blue tule, and a whole table of goodies she had made.

Fountains shone, and the smooth stone in the center of the little park had been smoothed.

It was gorgeous.

Feyre smiled at her creation, before winnowing to the apartment.

She plants a soft kiss on her mates lips, before going to their bedroom.

Only an hour until the party started, and another 2 after that till Starfall.

She wriggles out of her soft feet tunic, before pulling a long midnight blue dress from the closet.

The top part was a soft velvet, that ran down her arms, ending with loops for her middle fingers. Her neckline plunged, fairly far, and it curved around her breasts.

It was inlayed with little shimmering diamonds and thousands of whorls of blue and silver sparkles. The dress was perfectly poofy, dozens of layers under the skirt.

Like the night sky.

She pins up her long auburn hair with sparkling silver pins.

Her makeup is simple but elegant, a dash of eyeliner and deep purple lips.

Feyre walks out of the wing and  Rhysands jaw drops to the floor.

"Wow babe, starfall may be beautiful, but you may have just outdone it."

She blushes. "Thanks Rhys. Now go change, I can't have you looking like a half rabid beast.

He grins and pecks her lips, a promise to make her regret her words later.

After he is gone, she pulls a necklace box off the rack by the front door, opening it to reveal a dozen tiny little diamonds, in a choker.

She puts it on, and glances in the mirror.

Rhysand wanders out of their quarters, shrugging on his black jacket.

Feyre clicks her tongue, before running a comb through his midnight hair. His purple eyes scan her, resting on the small bruise he had left on her from last night.

He grins at her, pecking her on the hicky.

"Ready?" she asks, trying to ignore what he was doing.

"Lets go," he grabs her around the slim waist of her dress, and he winnows them to the pavilion.

The decorations had looked nice enough at day, but at night it was like a slice out of a fairytale.

Perfect.

Light flashes to their left, and the musicians Feyre had hired appeared.

"Perfect timing! I'll have you set up right over here," Feyre says, ushering them over to a raised platform.

Rhys reclines on a stone bench watching Feyre make the finishing touches on her party.

She zooms around, pushing at ribbons, organizing dishes, and so forth.

Feyre finally stops to look at her mate. She stalks over and sits down on the bench next to him.

The dress flies around them, and Feyre gives a soft laugh, before Rhys puts an arm around the velvety waist of the dress.

"This is a damn fine party darling."

"It better be," she says, exhaling loudly.

The guests start trickling in, until the park was filled with invitees and plus 1's.

The court huddles around each other, the smiles and laughter flowing easily.

"Look," a female voice gasps from the dance floor.

The spirits zip past, a fingertips length away from hitting them until.

Splat! The glowing goop splatters all over Cassian.

Then Mor.

Then Feyre.

Before they know it almost everyone in attendance is covered in the glowing slime.

But the spirits still yet race overhead.

It truly is a magical holiday.

Feyre smiles at the glowing gunk coating her dress. It can be washed, but she decides to let it glow in the back of her closet once they get home.

She swipes some of the gloop off her dress, and swipes Rhysands nose with it, before kissing him as the spirits race overhead.

And she continues kissing him until only the last few stragglers pass overhead.