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duaghterofstories · 10 months

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Reminders of Love

Day Five of Tamlin Appreciation Week: History

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Past Tamsand

Tamlin looked at Rhysand silently.

“Hello Tammy-Lin.” said Rhysand softly, his old nickname for Tamlin still sounding so natural in his mouth, still so strangely fond.

“Don’t call me that.” said Tamlin, stepping back and shutting the door.

Rhysand reached out to stop the door from closing. “Please let me in Tammy– er, Tamlin. High Lord.” He made puppy dog eyes, which Tamlin could never refuse, even now. “Please.”

Tamlin wondered if Rhysand knew he was weak to his puppy dog eyes, and opened the door wider. Rhysand walked in, smiling, as if he’d won something.

“What do you want, Rhysand?” Tamlin asked, standing back from the older.

Rhysand looked sad, for some reason. “You used to call me Rhysie.” he stepped forward.

Tamlin laughed, shaking his head. “You haven’t been my Rhysie since my family died.” he said, stepping back in annoyance.

“You’re still my Tammy-Lin, even since my family died.” Rhysand said, moving forward again. This time Tamlin didn’t step back, allowing Rhysand to put his hand on Tamlin’s cheek. Like the idiot he was, Tamlin tilted his head to the side, allowing it to rest on Rhysand’s palm.

“Hello my beloved Tammy-Lin.” Rhsyand said, leaning in and pressing his mouth to Tamlin’s.

Tamlin pushed him back. “You have a mate, a wife.” he said softly. “We must not do this. Not anymore.” He smiled sadly and then stepped back. “Why are you here?”

“You.” Rhysand walked forward again.

Tamlin stepped back more. “You should not.”

Rhysand scowled. “You killed my family–”

“Then you killed mine.” Tamlin snapped back. “If all you did coming here was so guilt trip me, then I don’t care for you to say.”

Rhysand frowned at him. “Do you really not care about me?”

“No.” Tamlin said. It was a lie, of course, but he doubted Rhysand would care to correct him.

Rhysand nodded slowly. “I see then.” He walked away silently. Then he turned. “Good bye Tammy-Lin. I love you still.”

Tamlin watched Rhysand leave, and then turned around and walking back up the stairs.

He opened the door to the office and walked inside.

He picked up a key off the shelf, walking to a portrait on the wall. He opened the portrait from the wall and unlocked the wall behind it.

Inside the wall was a safe that held three albums that he would never share with anyone. No matter what, this was private and a secret. He would not share it.

He picked up the first album and opened it. Inside, on the first page, was a picture of him and Rhysand. They were only a couple decades into their friendship. Rhysand was pressing a kiss to his cheek. ~~

“My Rhysie!! Look what I found?” Tamlin ran toward his best friend, who was sitting on a cliff at the edge of Pyrithian.

“What is it?” asked Rhysand, turning to look at the Spring Prince.

Tamlin opened his hands to show Rhysand a small crab that was crawling over his hands.

“That’s so cool. You’re so good at finding things, my Tammy-Lin.” Rhysand’s eyes were wide.

Tamlin nodded happily. “Isn’t it so cute.”

“Not as cute as you.” Rhysand joked, pressing a kiss to Tamlin’s cheek.

Tamlin flushed deeply.

“Tamlin, come on, you have to go to bed soon.” his mother called from behind them.

Tamlin looked at Rhysand and waved, giving him the crab to Rhysand.

“Take care of it.” he said.

“I will.” said Rhysand solemnly.

Tamlin picked up the photo and ripped it in half angrily, throwing the side that had Rhysand into the fire, watching it burn silently.

He looked at the other two binders, growing at them and staring at himself. Young and hopeful. Full of love for his best friend.

He reached into the safe and took the binders, throwing them into the fire.

“Goodbye Rhysand.” Tamlin said, walking out of the room as the binders burned.

He only slightly regretted it.

#tamlin #rhysand #pro tamlin #tamsand #tamlinweek2023 #tamlin week 2023 #tamsand angst #angst #past relationship #remenicing

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goforth-ladymidnight · 10 months

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Tamlin Week, Day 4: Music/Ghosts

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For a few minutes, there was nothing. Then, from the opposite side of the meadow, dozens of shimmering shapes floated out across the grass, little more than mirages of moonlight. That was when the singing began. ... “What are they?” “Will-o’-the-wisps—spirits of air and light,” he said softly. “Come to celebrate the solstice.” "They're beautiful." His lips grazed my neck as he murmured against my skin, “Dance with me, Feyre.” “Really?” I turned and found my face mere inches from his. He cracked a lazy smile. “Really.” As though I were nothing but air myself, he pulled me into a sweeping dance. I barely remembered any of the steps I’d learned in childhood, but he compensated for it with his feral grace, never faltering, always sensing any stumble before I made it as we danced across the spirit-riddled field. ~ A Court of Thorns and Roses, ch. 25

The moment I heard this song, I thought of the Solstice chapter. So in honor of my favorite chapter, I made a model of Feyre and Tamlin dancing together in HeroForge. Now that I'm drawing again, I would love to recreate this scene on my other blog, but in the meantime, I hope this helped capture the spirit of the chapter and the day's prompt. ^_^

I had originally wanted to make a spinning model gif, music box style, but it did not turn out the way I hoped. T_T

Made with HeroForge and Photoshop. The background image is from Pixabay, here.

Please do not repost. (Permission is given for the official Tamlin Week Instagram page.) Thank you!

#welp #better late than never #tamlin #tamlin x feyre #feylin #summer solstice #tamlin week #tamlinweek #tamlinweek2023 #tamlin week 2023 #heroforge #Spotify

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shi-daisy · 11 months

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Unmasked

Hi everyone! Day 2 of Tamlin Week awaits and today we have a mini fic with our golden cutie after he can finally lose his mask! With some Tamcien too because c'mon you really think I wouldn't do this? 🦊🐺 Hope you like!

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Tamlin Week - Day 2- Mask/Arranged Marriage (Set during the end of book 1)

The golden accessory was small, it weighted very little, and was artesanly made to fit him to perfection. That didn't matter at all now.

Tamlin stood on the balcony, waiting for the sunrise. After five decades of suffering and countless sacrifices it was all over. Amarantha was dead, her reign was over and come morning he'd go back home with his court.

"Are we telepathically connected? Because we had the same idea."

He turned around to see Lucien at the entrance of the balcony. The redhead held his own fox mask in his hands. Tamlin had almost forgotten how he looked without it.

"It's strange, feels like a part of my face fell off."

"Yes. At least now the bridge of our noses won't hurt."

He laughed. It was almost surreal that he could place his hands upon his own face now, or Lucien's.

Tamlin poked his best friend only to hear him chuckle. "What? Checking that my face didn't fall off with the mask?"

"No. Just checking if you still look as handsome as I remembered."

Lucien bashfully turned away. "...You look handsome too."

He smiled, mask or no mask his fox was still an easily flustered one, and now he could not hide it.

The saw the sun slowly rising as they both stood at the edge of the balcony. "Sometimes I thought it might've been better to just submit to what she said. We wouldn't have dealt with any of this...But there's a reason why I didn't."

"It's clear, you didn't love her."

"No, that wasn't it. I spent most of my early years having to fake love for my monstrous family. It would've come easy to me."

"Then why? Why didn't you agree to marry her?"

"Beacuse she dared to hurt you. And I can't forgive those who hurt you"

Lucien smiled. "Overprotective as always...but thank you. You're the only one person I trust to never do such a thing."

"Same here."

The sun finally rose, shinning brightly in the morning sky. Neither of them said anything else as they raised their masks.

Tamlin used all of the force he could muster as he perapred to toss it. This golden torture device, this trinket that represented the 'union' between him and the woman he hated most, this painful reminder of his failures, he wanted to be rid of it forever.

Both he and Lucien threw the masks away at the same time. The things landed so far away that they didn't even make a sound. Tamlin let out a freeing sigh. It was finally over.

"Go get Feyre. We have to go home soon." He told him.

Lucien left him there to reflect before it was time to leave. Tamlin didn't need more than a few minutes. He just wanted to feel morning breeze on his face a little longer. They were finally home to be happy, it was almost too good to be true.

#tamlin week 2023 #tamlin #pro tamlin #lucien vanserra #tamcien #implied feylin #mini fic #day 2: mask

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secret-third-thing · 11 months

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Spring, Again

ahhh I almost forgot to post my tamlin week fic. I've been moving, taking on more responsibilities at work, and generally just been losing my mind (the usual).

When Tamlin looks at his reflection in the water, he no longer sees himself.

Written for Day 1 (Beast) of Tamlin Week 2023.

#tamlin week 2023 #tamlin #tamlin week

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readychilledwine · 8 months

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MASTERLIST:

Updated (this is Liz's project for the next coming weeks)

** - Indicates Smut

Bold - Indicates a Multipart Fic

Please see my "Get to Know Me" if you are interested in requesting something

Check out my WIP List if you're interested in what I have coming

Want to request something but need some inspiration? Check out this list of my favorite prompts from across Tumblr

SJM Fandom:

Rhysand

Azriel

Cassian

Eris Vanserra

Lucien Vanserra

Tamlin

Helion

Ruhn Danaan

Rowan Whitethorn

(Aka the smut featuring characters no one asked for)

The Whore Home Masterlist

ACOTAR Drabbles

Acotar Headcanons (coming soon)

2023 Halloween Masterlist

Elizabeth's Birthday Celebration Masterlist

Readychilledwine's Maternity Celebration Masterlist

2024 Poly+Acotar Week Masterlist

2024 Kink Bingo Masterlist

#acotar #acotar x reader #rhys x reader #rhysand x reader #azriel acotar #rhys acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #eris vanserra #rhys fic #eris x reader #lucien vanserra #lucien x reader #masterlist

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praetorqueenreyna · 11 months

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Ooh, when your lips undress me Hooked on your tongue Ooh, love, your kiss is deadly Don't stop

For Tamlin Week Day 1: Forbidden. Before they became High Lords, Tamlin and Rhysand absolutely had a friends-with-benefits forbidden romance going on, and I cannot be convinced otherwise.

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#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamsand #rhyslin #tamlin #pro tamlin #rhysand #tamlin week #tamlin week 2023 #tamlinweek2023 #I AM ALWAYS AND FOREVER GOING CRAZY OVER PRE ACOTAR TAMSAND #the forbidden romance!!! pretending they aren't developing feelings!!!!

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ladymidnight-goesforth · 11 months

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Tamlin Week 2023, Day 1: Beast

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“You didn’t have a mask as a beast...”

“The blight is cruel that way.”

Either live as a beast, or live with the mask.

~ A Court of Thorns and Roses, ch. 7

This is kind of a mix of Day 1: Beast and Day 2: Masks, but this is the image that entered my brain when considering the prompts, so here you go. :3

Please do not repost.

#this guy #tamlin #tamlin beast #tamlin fanart #pro tamlin #tamlin week 2023 #tamlinweek2023

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queercontrarian · 11 months

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day one of tamlin week: beast

i'm not entirely happy with this but i'll post it anyway. happy tamlin week y'all :))

thanks for hosting @tamlinweek2023

#prompt: beast #tamlin week 2023 #tamlin #lord of beasts #lord of roses #lord of getting fucked over by every major once-in-a-lifetime event in prythian in the last 500 years up to and including his own birth

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tamlinweek · 1 year

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Tamlin Creator Appreciation: Fanfiction Authors

Thank you all for your submissions for your favorite Tamlin creators! In the lead up to Tamlin Week (June 18 - 24, click here for prompts and rules!), we wanted to take a minute to highlight some of the amazing authors who have written Tamlin stories in the past. Here are some of the submissions we received, listed by ship, with some honorable mentions:

Tamlin/Briar:

a quiet, distant treasure (when you rise) by @yourethehero

Rating: Mature, Words: 12k (multichapter, ongoing)

Summary: The truth is - Tamlin knows he failed. He knows he could beg, and plead until the sun burned its last flame, and it would get him nowhere. There was only the future, the one he could build for his Court, and for this child.

“I love their fic! It's such a unique take on Tamlin's redemption arc and the interactions between Tamlin and his adoptive daughter are very heartwarming”

Tamlin/Briar Honorable Mentions:

A Dream of Roses by @isterofimias

A Court of Love and Healing by @readingwritingwatching

Tamlin/Feyre:

I Will See You Again by @goforth-ladymidnight

Rating: Teen, Words: 2k (oneshot, complete)

Summary: ACOTAR AU - Mere days before the seven times seven years are up, Tamlin decides to send Feyre back to the mortal lands. A glimpse at what might have happened if Feyre had opened her heart and said those three little words that held more magic than she thought possible.

“This creator is AMAZING, BRILLIANT and a great addition to the pro Tamlin community!”

Tamlin/Lucien:

lovely and lonely by @praetorqueenreyna

Rating: Mature, Words: 24k (multichapter, ongoing)

Summary: "In hindsight, Lucien thinks he fell in love with Tamlin the moment he first laid eyes on him." *** Lucien Vanserra must come to terms with his sexuality, and his complicated feelings for High Lord Tamlin.

“My favorite takes of the characters and Tamlin specifically by far.”

Tamlin/Nesta:

My Sun Shines Upon Me by @toast-com

Rating: N/A, Words: <200 (oneshot, complete), Summary: N/A

“Her creativity and descriptive writing. Tamlin creators, I am high-fiving all of you.”

Tamlin/OC:

Hyacinth by @suckerpunchfemale

Rating: Mature, Words: 90k (multichapter, complete)

Summary: Hyacinth, known as Cin, has seen the once thriving and prosperous Spring Court fall into ruin and lawlessness due to the absence of their High Lord, Tamlin. But after two years of waiting and hoping, Cin has had enough. Can these two trauma survivors, Cin and Tamlin, save each other and their home?

“I don't usually reach for fanfics with OCs, but you can't help but root for Hyacinth (aka Cin) as she tries to fix the very broken Spring Court in the wake of the war on Hybern. What I like about SPF’s portrayal of Tamlin is how she doesn't shy away from showing his suffering, but she doesn't let him wallow in his misery, either. He made mistakes, but he's not the villain here. It's a good and proper redemption arc! :D”

Tamlin/Rhysand:

A Court of Lies and Resurrection by @ashintheairlikesnow

Rating: Explicit, Words: 193k (multichapter, complete)

Summary: AU: Feyre is dead, torn apart by Amarantha when Tamlin did not send her away in time. Tamlin, forced to submit to Amarantha's terms, finds himself looking for help (and finding affection) in places he never expected.

“IT IS THE TAMSAND MULTI CHAPTER FIC!!!!! Their fic actually opened my eyes to Rhys potential post Amarantha which I didn’t realize was POSSIBLE”

Thank you so much to everyone who participated! Look forward to more pro Tamlin content by our wonderful contributors in June!

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suckerpunchfemale · 10 months

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Tamlin Week Day 7: Free Day

Tamlin Week Day 7 - Free Day - @tamlinweek2023 - AO3

A DANCE WITH LIFE

Cin's face contorted with pain as she clutched the edge of the bed, her body drenched in a sheen of sweat. The secure chambers of the Spring Court palace echoed with the rhythmic beat of her labor. Healers and midwives, their faces lined with concern, hovered around Cin, their hands ready to offer aid and guidance.

Tamlin paced the room, his heart hammering in his chest. Anxiety knotted his stomach, twisting with each pained cry that escaped Cin's lips. He couldn't stand to see her suffer, couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her or their unborn child. As the labor intensified, tension filled the bed chambers of the High Lord like an invisible storm, causing Tamlin's patience to fray at the edges. He snapped at the healers and midwives, his voice laced with raw desperation. His outbursts were not born out of anger, but rather a desperate attempt to regain some semblance of control over the situation that spiraled beyond his grasp.

Cin, in the throes of agony, clenched her fists and gasped for air, her eyes searching for solace in the midst of the storm. She reached out for Tamlin's hand, her touch grounding him, reminding him of his purpose in this harrowing dance with shadows. Their connection, a lifeline in the tumultuous sea of uncertainty, gave him strength to endure.

The healers worked tirelessly, their faces etched with concentration and determination. With each intervention, they fought against the stubborn obstacles that impeded the birthing process. Tamlin stood by Cin's side, his grip on her hand unwavering, offering what little comfort he could in the face of her pain.

Hours passed, blending into an eternity of sweat-soaked brows and whispered prayers. Tamlin's anxiety transformed into a silent plea that reverberated through his every breath. He couldn't lose Cin; he couldn't bear the thought of a life without her light.

And then, in a breathtaking moment that suspended time itself, a cry pierced the air. The sound echoed through the chamber, signaling the arrival of new life. Tears welled in Tamlin's eyes as he watched the healers lift a tiny, wriggling form into the world.

His trembling hands reached out, trembling, to cradle the bundle of life, marveling at the delicate features of his daughter. The weight of the world lifted from his shoulders as he held her close, his heart expanding with a love he never thought possible. The sight of her tiny face, so full of potential, filled him with an indescribable sense of wonder and purpose.

In that instant, all the anxiety, the snapping, and the anguish melted away, replaced by overwhelming joy and awe. Tamlin's focus narrowed, encompassing only the precious life in his arms. As his daughter nestled against his chest, their heartbeats synchronized, an unbreakable bond forged in the crucible of their shared journey.

The chamber seemed to hold its breath, bathed in the golden glow of hope and new beginnings. In that fragile moment, Tamlin vowed to protect and nurture this precious life, to be the father his daughter deserved. Together, they had emerged from the shadows, ready to face the world with an unyielding strength and a love that knew no bounds.

A SONG OF NEW BEGINNINGS

In the golden light of the Spring Court, Tamlin watched with a heart brimming with pride as his daughter took her first hesitant steps just months after her birth. The air crackled with anticipation, the world holding its breath as if caught in the enchantment of this monumental moment. It was a dance of delicate balance, where love and determination intertwined, guiding her towards newfound independence.

With patient hands outstretched, Tamlin crouched before his daughter, his gaze fixed on her as if she held the very stars within her grasp. He knew the importance of this milestone, not just in her physical development, but in the shaping of their bond. And so, with unwavering devotion, he became her guide, her protector, and her cheerleader.

Her tiny hand wrapped around his finger, the connection a lifeline that would tether them together through all the wonders and trials that lay ahead. Tamlin's voice, filled with encouragement and love, filled the room as he urged her forward. The world seemed to hold its breath, echoing the hushed anticipation that thrummed through Tamlin's veins.

Step by uncertain step, his daughter ventured forth, her feet barely grazing the ground. The room filled with their shared laughter, a melody of pure joy that shimmered through the air. Tamlin's heart soared with each small triumph, his pride eclipsing the challenges that lay behind them.

He marveled at her determination, her spirit a testament to the strength she inherited from him. She stumbled, her tiny legs giving way beneath her, but Tamlin was there to catch her, his arms a fortress of unwavering support. He offered words of encouragement, instilling in her the belief that she could conquer any obstacle, that she was capable of achieving greatness.

Their journey continued, her steps growing surer with every passing day. The sparkle in her eyes, bright as the midday sun, mirrored Tamlin's own joy. He relished in the magic of their shared moments, the unbreakable bond that flourished with each new discovery.

As she gained confidence, they ventured beyond the walls of the Spring Court. The gardens became their playground, where the fragrant blossoms whispered secrets and the breeze carried their laughter. Hand in hand, they explored the wonders of nature, the beauty of the world unfolding before her curious gaze.

Tamlin reveled in the enchantment of these stolen moments, where time seemed to stand still. Together, they chased butterflies and danced amidst sun-dappled meadows. He treasured the way her laughter mingled with the wind, filling his soul with a joy that knew no bounds.

In her eyes, he saw the reflection of his love, his devotion, and the unwavering adoration that enveloped his being. She was his world, a living testament to the incredible gift of fatherhood. And as they danced through the gardens, their steps in perfect harmony, Tamlin knew that this was just the beginning of a lifetime filled with shared adventures and unbreakable bonds.

The chapter closed with their laughter echoing through the Spring Court, a melody that resonated through the halls and whispered of the everlasting love between a father and his daughter. In this dance of first steps, they embarked on an enchanting journey together, embracing the magic that wove them together as they traversed the tapestry of their lives.

CRAZY ONE

Time slipped through Tamlin's fingers like grains of sand as he watched his daughter celebrate her first birthday. The Spring Court was adorned with vibrant blooms, echoing the joy that radiated from every corner of their world. His heart swelled with an overwhelming love that had only grown with each passing day.

As he stood amidst the revelry, Tamlin marveled at the incredible growth they had experienced together. His daughter, once a tiny bundle cradled in his arms, now stood on her own two feet, her laughter filling the air like the sweetest melody. She had become a beacon of light in his life, a constant reminder of the blessings bestowed upon him.

In the glow of the candlelight, Tamlin's eyes traced the delicate contours of her face, etching the image into his soul. Her eyes, mirrors of her mother's grace and strength, sparkled with a spark of mischief and wonder. Her laughter, a symphony that played in harmony with the world around her, echoed through his heart, filling him with an unwavering enchantment.

Reflecting on the past year, Tamlin marveled at the milestones they had celebrated together. From her first steps to her burgeoning vocabulary, each moment had been a testament to the bond they shared. He had witnessed her transformation from a fragile newborn to a fearless explorer, her spirit buoyed by the love and support that surrounded her.

In the midst of the festivities, Tamlin stole a quiet moment with his daughter. He held her close, his fingers brushing against the softness of her hair, and whispered words of love and adoration. In that sacred space, time seemed to stand still, encapsulating the essence of their connection. It was a bond that transcended words, forged in the depths of their souls.

As the night sky painted a canvas of stars above them, Tamlin made a silent promise. He vowed to be her protector, her guide, and her unwavering source of support. He promised to be the steady hand that lifted her up when she stumbled, the voice of reason when she faced adversity, and the beacon of love that illuminated her path.

Together, they would embark on a journey of shared enchantment, their footsteps leaving an indelible mark on the tapestry of their lives. Through the highs and lows, they would face every challenge with unwavering strength, knowing that their love would serve as a compass guiding them towards a future filled with happiness and fulfillment.

In the final moments of the celebration, Tamlin released his daughter from his embrace, watching her twirl amidst the joyous crowd. Her laughter filled the air, weaving a tapestry of love and magic that wrapped around him, encircling his heart with unbreakable threads of adoration.

As the night drew to a close, Tamlin took one last lingering look at his daughter, her radiance eclipsing the stars that adorned the heavens. In that moment, he knew that his love for her would endure, timeless and everlasting. And as they stepped forward into the tapestry of their lives, hand in hand, Tamlin embraced the promise of a future filled with shared enchantment, their love illuminating the world around them.

EVERLASTING

Time flowed like a river, carrying Tamlin along its currents as he embraced the mantle of devoted fatherhood. In the radiant light of the Spring Court, he watched his daughter blossom, her spirit a reflection of the boundless love and support he showered upon her.

Every day held a new adventure as Tamlin reveled in the joys of nurturing his daughter. From her first steps to her earliest words, he marveled at her growth, her laughter weaving a tapestry of enchantment that resonated through the halls of their home. The demands of ruling the Spring Court were formidable, but Tamlin made a sacred vow to prioritize his daughter above all else.

His heart swelled with pride as she reached her milestones, each achievement a testament to her spirit and his unwavering belief in her potential. Tamlin became her biggest cheerleader, a constant presence on the sidelines of her journey. Whether it was learning to ride a horse or paint her first masterpiece, he applauded her efforts, nurturing her confidence and fostering her sense of self-worth.

Their days were filled with whispered secrets and shared laughter. Tamlin guided her through the winding gardens of the Court, pointing out the intricate beauty of every flower and the songs of the birds that filled the air. He wove tales of bravery and magic, igniting her imagination and kindling her love for the world around her.

Despite the weight of his responsibilities, Tamlin never allowed his duties to eclipse his role as a father. He found solace in their quiet moments together, when they retreated to the sanctuary of their private library. There, nestled in his arms, his daughter would listen with wide-eyed wonder as he read tales of heroism and adventure. The scent of aged parchment and the crackle of the fireplace wove a tapestry of comfort and security.

As the years slipped by, their bond deepened, etched into the very fabric of their souls. Tamlin taught her the value of empathy, showing her the strength in kindness and the power of compassion. He nurtured her dreams, encouraging her to pursue her passions and embrace the unique gifts that stirred within her.

In the realm of fatherhood, Tamlin discovered the true meaning of sacrifice and unconditional love. His daughter's happiness became his ultimate pursuit, her laughter the elixir that breathed life into his weary heart. No matter the trials that beset them, Tamlin remained a steadfast beacon of strength, guiding her through the darkness with unwavering devotion.

In the dance of fatherhood, Tamlin found renewal and purpose. He embraced the role with a fierce determination, knowing that he held within his hands the power to shape a future brighter than the sunlit skies of the Spring Court. As the years unfurled like petals on a blooming flower, their bond remained unbreakable, a testament to the enduring strength of their love, loving her in a way Tamlin had never known for himself.

#pro tamlin #tamlin is a dad #Tamlin x oc as parents #Tamlin x hyacinth #tamlin week 2023 one shots #tamlin week 2023

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duaghterofstories · 10 months

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Summer and Spring

Day Three of Tamlin Appreciation Week: Found Family

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TW: Mentions of self harm.

Implied Future Tarquin/Tamlin; Implied Past Tamlin/Lucien

More of the beginning of Found Family than established Found Family.

Sequel to Once Beautiful Beast

When Tamlin woke up, he was no longer in Spring.

He knew it immediately, but he felt the scratching at the base of his head, making him feel calm, despite his High Lord instincts yelling at him not to relax.

“Calm down.” murmured the comforting voice of the male above him. Tarquin. He was brushing through Tamlin’s hair, and Tamlin realized he was submerged in a warm bath.

“Sorry for bringing you here,” said Tarquin. “But your hair was so matted, and luckily Cressida has supplies for this kind of thing.”

Tamlin nodded sleepily. “It’s okay.” he said, or really he slurred it out, slow and like he was drunk. Drunk on this strange contentment. Why was he so okay with being here?

Cressida swept into the room, and Tamlin shrank back. His beast instincts, while quelled, were still very present. She was dangerous.

‘Like Tarquin is dangerous?’ said the sensible logical part of his brain.

He ignored it. He was rather good at that now. Ignoring the sensible parts of himself.

Ignoring the part of himself that told him what he was doing was bad for him, was dangerous, that he shouldn’t do it.

“The High Lord and the Lady of Night have called for a meeting.” Cressida said as she sat down, supplies on a tray. They weren’t hair care though. They were medicinal, and some that he couldn’t place.

Cressida plunged her hand into the warm water and tugged his arm out, looking at the scars that covered them with pity.

Tamlin hated pity.

He didn’t deserve it.

The wounds were not healed. They no longer bled, but they were still open, simply knitting together, slowly. They were deep and self-inflicted. No less then he deserved, of course. He doubted anyone would disagree.

“Did she?” Tarquin said. “Isn’t she claiming herself High Lady now?”

“Yes.” Cressida scoffed. “Such a title is granted by the Mother and the Cauldron, not some silly whim.” She spoke harsh words, but they weren’t directed at Tamlin. It frightened him a little bit how relieved he was at that fact.

She applied a cream of some kind to his arm. She’d given up on applying it just to the wounds, changing to just coating his whole arm in it, there was so little differentiation or unmarred space between the wounds.

“Honestly, why would you do this to yourself?” Cressida asked. “The state of your hair was so bad I almost suggested cutting it off. Luckily we managed to get it better, but I could see the mold. And your beautiful arms.” Cressida made a sympathetic noise. She didn’t sound like she was being condescending, simply sad. For him. For what he did to himself. And wasn’t that a strange thought.

“I deserve it.” Tamlin said. “I hurt them. My friends. My family. My fiance. My best friend. Everyone.”

“You don’t deserve such horrible things. Or at the very least, your body doesn’t. Take care of it, regardless of the condition of your soul.” Cressida admonished him. But the way she said it…

For a moment Tamlin thought it reminded him of how his mother would admonish him and Rhysand for playing too hard.

Kind, and fond. Concern. The kind he hadn’t felt… in a long time. He couldn’t say if it was just since everyone left, or if it was before that. He wasn’t even sure if he could remember.

Not since Rhysand. He realized. Not since they had been friends and their mom’s had scolded them for running off into Spring, or into the Illyrian mountains.

He missed Rhysand sometimes. Though he wondered, sometimes, if he really missed Rhysand or the time when he had a family.

“What are you thinking about?” Tarquin asked as he continued to brush through Tamli’s hair.

“Rhysand.” Tamlin paused. “Or the High Lord of Night, I guess.”

“What about him?” Cressida asked as she wrapped white gauze around his arm, done with the cream for now. She applied it over, covering every inch, except for the part near his elbow, so he could still bend his elbow comfortably.

“He used to be the closest thing I had to family, other than my family. And even then… well, not all of my family was very… family-like.”

“Well, if Rhysand was the closest thing you had to family, I feel sorry for you.” Tarquin said calmly as he set down the brush and used water manipulation to wash the soap and conditioner out of his hair.

Cressida nodded as she left the room. “Tarquin already promised our help in rebuilding Spring, and helping the refugees move back. So when we think you’re in the proper condition, we’ll be going to Spring to fix it.”

Tamlin was let off the healing bed rest two days later.

Cressida hadn’t come in much, coming in simply to change the bandages.

Tarquin, on the other hand, spent a lot of time sitting in the room with him, talking to him. Tamlin wasn’t sure why he was doing it, it was stupid.

On the third day, Cressida and Tarquin were waiting at the entrance to the Summer castle, ready to winnow back to Spring.

When they arrived at the ruins of the Spring Manor, Cressida winced sympathetically at the wreckage. “Oh, now that is bad.” she admitted, walking through it in disgust.

Tamlin nodded and moved over toward the wreckage. “This is no less than I deserve.”

A voice coughed behind the three.

“Hello Tamlin.”

Tamlin whipped around, seeing Lucien.

“Lucien.” Tamlin said, covering his mouth with his hand to stop himself from crying. He ran forward and fell into Lucien’s arms. “Lucien, oh my god.”

“Hello.” said Lucien softly.

“Why are you here?” asked Tarquin defensively, grabbing Tamlin and pulling him back.

“I’m here to help rebuild Spring.” Lucien said. “My mate, er, Elain, rejected me, and no one really cares about me there.”

“Why would she reject you?” Tamlin asked, confused. “You’re the best mate she could ask for.”

“She loves Azriel.” Lucien said. “And I think I unsettle her.”

“Well then she’s silly.” said Tamlin.

“Now, please step away from Tamlin.” said Cressida, holding Tamlin back, protective in a way Tamlin wished he felt more.

“No, no no.” said Tamlin. “Let him stay, he’s my family and he wants to help.”

“He left you.” said Tarquin.

“I hurt him, he had every right to leave me.” said Tamlin. “Let him stay.”

Cressida sighed deeply and looked at Tarquin. Then she nodded and waved Lucien forward and to the ruins. “Let’s go then.” she said. “You’ll be helping. Tamlin may forgive you.” She leaned in “But I can’t say we do.”

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