Hey guys! So, I randomly decided to do this 12 days of Christmas thing. And yes, yes, I know. The twelve days are not yet upon us, but if I do not write as soon as inspiration strikes, I will not write. I will TRY to update every day, I should do, and if I don't, pester me. Now, these are all going to be Feysand (I think) and will be moderately Nessian, Moriel, Elucien/ whatever but idk. These will definitely be acotar fics, though there may be a tog crossover somewhere in here. Anyway, have fun reading "the tree fic" (I swear its not as wrong as it sounds) and this will be in Feyre's PoV

"Feyre, are you really going to do this?" Nesta growled, in a tone that definitely said Feyre you are not going to do this.

"Yes." I nodded, as I stretched my arms out. Mor grinned and held up a fiver.

"Five quid says she falls after the first branch." I shook my head and scoffed at the naysayer, already planning my victory dance. I started to walk towards the tree on the edge of the park. Yeah, it looked a little frosty, but what fun would it be without a challenge? I could almost hear Mor groan in defeat that no one had taken her bet before Nesta said,

"A tenner. She reaches the top." I turned around and saw her eyes sparkle with wicked delight. You have to do it now, you tosser. You deserve it if you slip and break your neck she shot at me. I debated sticking my tongue out at her, but decided it would make me look immature. Then I set about climbing the tree.

"Be careful!" I heard Elain cry and my foot slipped and I almost lost my hold. I was about a quarter of a way up the tree, about five feet off the ground. It really was a big old bastard. I had stepped up another branch, then heard Mor purr behind me,

"Well, hello there handsome." I shook my head to myself and then was about to carry on climbing when a bedroom soft voice drawled below me,

"Who is that girl doing an abysmal job of climbing the tree?"

Well well well, someone's a dickhead. I turned around in my perch from the tree to reply to whoever had insulted my amazing skills and almost fell off. There, standing directly below me, was a fucking supermodel. He had snowflakes in his seemingly soft, long black hair. His skin was a lovely, light golden brown and his eyes, well, his eyes were the prettiest shade of purple I'd ever seen, flecked with silver, they looked like they held the most beautiful night sky. I carried on down his face, noting the perfect, undoubtedly groomed eyebrows, the flawlessly straight nose, and those sensual lips, fixed in a permanent smirk. Then, I remembered how he used those full, kissable lips to insult me.

"Well, I don't see you managing to climb a tree." Though you can climb into my bed any day I added as an afterthought. He tilted his head.

"Oh, you mean you want me to embarrass you by scaling a tree in half the time it's taking you?" he smirked. I wanted to come down there and slap him on his beautiful, perfect face but I settled for a cocky "come at me, bruh" and turned around. I heard frantic bets being exchanged behind me, and looked over my shoulder to finally notice his group of friends. Mor was basically drooling at one of them. I was weirdly glad she didn't think my one was handsome.

Rather than climbing my tree, the perfect stranger decided to climb the tree adjacent to mine, about ten meters away. A part of me was disappointed. Maybe I would have let him get a head of me by a couple branches, then I'd have a great view of his- Damn, he was quick. He was already at the same point I was on his tree. He climbed another few branches, then looked at me, leaning away from his tree, smirk on 100%. I could hear his friends cheering him on and it only fuelled my rage. I hastily climbed another few branches to get above him, and he did the same. Neither of us were really climbing, we would just take a few steps then turn around and feel the support of our respective cheerleaders. And in his case, actual cheerleaders.

"Give me an R!" yelled the one at the front,

"R!" his two friends echoed behind him, the red haired one obviously more into it than the other guy, the one Mor was still drooling over.

"Give me an H!"

"H!"

"Give me a Y!"

"Y!"

"Give me an S!"

"S!"

"What does that spell?"

"Rhys!" They all shouted, before the red haired one did a backflip. The perfect stranger, or 'Rhys' as his friends called him, held onto the tree with one hand, and used the other to perform an elaborate bow, two branches higher than me. I used his lapse in concentration to make my move, scaling those few branches that laid between me and victory. I reached the top of the tree and cried in my triumph.

"Ha!" I turned to Rhys, his expression a cross between bemused and annoyed, "Ha!" I turned towards Mor, an accusatory finger flung out. I saw her distant figure hand Nesta a ten pound note. "Ha!" I glared at Rhys' friends, how looked decidedly put out. I looked again at Rhys as he climbed the last few branches and tapped the top of his tree. Then he froze. And he yelled down to his friends.

"Guys I can't fucking get down."

I ran over that phrase in my head, about to scoff at him before I processed the pure panic and humiliation in that declaration. He really couldn't get down. And he was fucking scared. So I yelled down to my friends,

"Yeah, guys, I can't get down. Like, at all. You're gonna have to call the fire department." I heard him bark out a choked laugh.

"What do you mean, you can't get down?" Mor yelled.

"What do you think I mean?" I asked incredulously.

Elain called up,

"I have no reception, wasn't there a power cut or something?" Yep, there was. The very reason we decided to brave the cold winter's night. Out of boredom. Nesta yelled up to me,

"We're gonna have to go and get them." I shouted down my agreement, then I heard one of Rhys' friends, the one who was the front cheerleader, say to Nesta,

"You're going somewhere warm? Well, I'm coming too. Better than freezing my arse off out here." The other two murmured their agreement. Nesta glared at him frostily, before saying in a tone coated with annoyance,

"We're going to a fire department. It's not exactly a sauna."

"Fire. Warmth." He reiterated. "I'm already sold, you don't have to try and convince me." And he sauntered off in, what I assume, was the direction of the nearest fire department. With an exasperated growl, Nesta stomped after him, the rest of my friends and Rhys' trailing after them.

"Are you all right?" After about half an hour, I yelled at Rhys, because, with the distance between us, there really was no option but to yell. His unblemished complexion was tinged with green, he looked at me and replied,

"I think I'm going to vomit."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"Well, to be completely honest…" he trailed off and tilted his head back to look at the night sky. "I have a really bad phobia of heights. I only climbed the tree because I wanted to impress you. I saw you and instantly had a crush on you, and I wanted to impress you. I guess I'm just stupid." He looked down from the sky, and I thought I caught a tinge of red on his cheeks. He glanced down at his hands, before seemingly remembering how high up he was, and snapping his head back up. I stifled a giggle, before hearing laughs from a large group below.

"Can you look please, I can't bring myself to." Rhys projected towards me, his eyes shut, his face now completely red. I glanced down and saw my friends and a firetruck not far behind them, firemen leaning out the windows, all laughing. I did giggle then and Rhys shot me a look as if to say caN yOu Not.

It took a long time for the firemen to rescue me and Rhys from the trees, part of me felt bad for making my fireman climb up his ladder even though I could save myself, but that part died when 'John', as he was called, took advantage of his position below me on the ladder to check out my arse as we climbed down. Another, bigger part of me wanted to kick him in the face but Rhys' dark haired friend beat me to it, yelling "Stop ogling her behind you Goddamn cocklamp!" and I silently agreed with his sentiment, those his choice of words was somewhat unconventional. We got down before Rhys, and I actually doubled over in laughter as I saw him.

Rhys' face was still red, and he looked as if he might have hurled at any second, his arms wrapped around the neck of a chortling firefighter, his eyes tightly closed. His rescuer had to stop several times because he was laughing so hard. I heard him wheezing out something like "A guy your size… holding on tighter than a vice… bloody hell you're heavy,"

As soon as his feet touched the ground he ran around his tree and threw up. I jogged over to him and held his hair back as he threw up, surprisingly not repulsed at all, but kind of grateful the guy could look less godly when he regurgitated his breakfast. Though he still looked damn good.

After he finished, he stood up and turned to me.

"This isn't how I planned us properly meeting." He managed to get out and i laughed.

"Are you kidding? This is exactly how I planned me meeting my soulmate!"

"Soulmate?" He looked at me, eyes wide.

"Yeah, he'd rescue me from a tree, ogle my ass on the way down and I'd know he was the one!" I clutched my heart dramatically and Rhys chuckled.

"I'd rather have been checked out than carried like a…" he paused. "I'm trying to find a word to describe it other than baby." He looked defeated.

"How about a manly toolbox?" I suggested jokingly and he shook his head and laughed.

"Hey," He looked at me. "Do you want to… go out?" I asked him, wringing my fingers,

"Like, on a date?" he asked slowly.

"Yes."

"As in, a romantic one?'

"Yep."

"Not a platonic one?"

"Affirmative."

"After that?" he questioned incredulously.

"After that," I confirmed as I laced my arms around his neck. He smiled and, before I could think about it, I leaned in and captured his lips with mine.

He was such a good kisser, I noted as he ran his tongue against the seam of my mouth and I opened it to let him in, his lips hot against the bitingly cold air. I grinned against his mouth.

"You taste like sick." I muttered, and he laughed before pulling back.

"Hold on." He said, before patting down his deep coat pockets and fishing out a small bottle of water. I raised my eyebrow at him and he shrugged.

"I get dehydrated." Rhys explained, before taking a few swigs and washing his mouth out. He then smiled at me again, a flash of teeth, before striding up to me and kissing me again.

Holy Shit, if he was good before, now… the taste of him overwhelmed me and he wrapped his arms around my waist as my knees threatened to buckle. Heat pooled in my core as his tongue swept through my mouth with enough skill to suggest what he could do elsewhere. I groaned against his mouth and I felt his lips from a grin. Citrus and Jasmine and smoke crackled on my tongue as I kissed my perfect stranger, and my ears vaguely registered our friends cheering behind us.

So that was the tree fic! I hope you liked it, please leave a review maybe a prompt, I've kinda got a list that I want to do but I can augment them! Please go check out my other story, the child of stars, and also have a lovely Christmas! I will see you tomorrow! Btw this is being written on 23:59 the 21nd so I am not posting again till 23rd HAVE A GOOD DAY!