#pro tamlin

[teddyhoneybear]

𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓵𝓲𝓷 - 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓛𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓽

#tamlin week #tamlin week 2024 #acotar #high lord of spring #high lord of the spring court #spring court #moodboard #i could call this an evolution of my moodboards #i really wish people would love this character more #tamlin #tamlin acotar #pro tamlin #acotar series #a court of thorns and roses #pro tamlin healing arc

[mia-nina-lilly]

Before, I didn't think it was necessary to have to list every good deed of Tamlin to make a defense of the character; I thought that showing the underlying motivations behind his actions was (and should indeed be) enough for people to understand my point of view, but apparently, I really do need to, Especially when it involves Rhysand and a comparison between the two.

Basically, fans of ACOTAR, and fans of Rhysand in particular, have come to associate anything bad with Tamlin, and everything good with Rhysand, even if that's not necessarily true. For example, earlier I saw a video where the character captioned as Tamlin said something like "You don't have to accept her no...," and I believe I don't need to explain the context. The character captioned as Rhysand obviously condemned the speech.

Well, I don't need to say here who did what to whom, do I? However, somehow, over time, things about Tamlin have reversed to the point where people simply erased from their minds anything remotely positive about him, and suddenly, he embodies all the absurdities that our society condemns, and of course, this happens because of the author, who despite everything, insists on shoving Feyre's distorted view (actually, Rhysand's view) down our throats.

I've been seeing a rollercoaster of videos, especially on TikTok, where Tamlin is completely despised. The last one that made me most furious implied that Tamlin wanted to keep Feyre illiterate, and that Rhysand was the only one to help her with literacy, when in fact Tamlin offered her help numerous times, and the idea of the poem he wrote for her was precisely to alleviate the difficulty she was experiencing with the task, but even that is ridiculed... because "Oh my god, he gave a poem to a girl who couldn't read. How dumb!"

I come to the conclusion that a good portion of the fandom has undergone a brainwashing due to the strength of the group's hatred towards the character, feeding into each other. In other words, people produced hate content, consumed it, and then produced more. It's pointless to even list Tamlin's many good deeds because no matter what he does, it will always be wrong, which means that even a redemption arc, which in my opinion wouldn't be the case, would be enough to stop this, because people have already solidified this view and won't stop

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #Tamlin #pro tamlin #always pro tamlin #tamlin acotar #sjm #sjm critical #That's why I gave up debating.

[szalonykasztan00]

On the fourth day of @tamlinweek I bring you:

Both Happy Ever After and Calamnai. I think. You know what works of art I'm talking about 👀.

Ps. I will have two boring lectures today so I might post another if the inspiration strikes me.

#tamlin #pro tamlin #tamlin week 2024 #tamlin week

[arson-09]

Feysand saying they killed amarantha will randomly play in my mind and my mind bluescreens

#TAMLIN KILLED AMARANTHA SHUTTT THE FUCK UP #RHYSAND DIDNT DO JACKSHIT !!! USELESS MF WHO JUST TRAUMATIZED FEYRE #(WHICH DOESNT EVEN GET EXPLORED) #acotar #pro tamlin #anti rhysand #anti feysand #Its just soooo shit writing #the retcons are so ⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️

[thelov3lybookworm]

Pollen allergies

day 3: Mates

Summary: Y/n is tired of her brother and mate.

•○●⛦●○•

A/n: just some lil fluff for @tamlinweek hehe

enjoyy!!

Y/n wasn't sure whether her ears hurt more or her head.

She wondered if it even compared to the suffering her brother was going through.

Being the mate of the high lord of spring was fun, really. But having a brother allergic to pollen was not.

And what was worse than that?

Having a husband who loved to bully and tease your brother.

"Y/n tell him to shut up, please!"

Y/n sighed as Cassian's whine reached her ears, and she turned to find him stomping up to her, Tamlin cackling as he followed behind.

"Oh Y/n, please tell me to shut up-"

He was interrupted by Cassian's loud sneeze, followed by his angry sniff.

"I hate you!"

Y/n covered her face, looking like she was tired of the two of them, but she was just trying to hide her laugh.

"Tam, don't be mean-"

Achoo

"Cassian, do you want to get some rest?"

"Yes."

Y/n left her laughing mate behind as she led her brother to a guest bedroom, carefully designed to keep out pollen so Cassian could visit Y/n without having to greet death, as he claimed he would anytime he had to visit.

Cassian sulked through the door and into the room, pouting as he closed the door behind him, leaving Y/n shaking her head at his antics.

"Aw, poor baby-"

Y/n turned to glare at her mate, who reared back, his hands in the air in a I'm a harmless creature gesture.

"Why do you have to always bully him like that?" She mumbled as she walked closer to him, and he continued grinning.

"But it's so fun." He reached out, tugging her into his chest. Y/n buried her face in his chest, breathing deeply, feeing the golden string connecting them flare to life in glee.

"Sure."

He dropped his head, smiling against the side of her head.

"I love you, mate."

"I love me too, mate."

Y/n rolled her eyes and simply winnowed away before he could say anything.

"Hey!"

Acotar Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @harrystylesfan2686 @cassie6392 @kennedy-brooke @tele86 @miluiel1 @hnyclover @minnieoo @sidrapotter @piceous21 @mybestfriendmademe @saltedcoffeescotch @eve175 @starsinyourseyes @starswholistenanddreamsanswered @cumuluscranium @byyalady @lilah-asteria @girlswithimagination @gardenofrunar

#tamlin x reader #tamlin x yn #tamlin #pro tamlin #acotar #acotar fandom #acotar fanfic #acotar fluff #acotar series #acotar writing #a court of thorns and roses #sarah j maas #acotar headcanon #mating bond #acotar au #acotar headcanons #cassians sister

[goddessofwisdom18]

sometimes, when the pressure was too much, lucien used to convince tamlin to shift into his beast form and shift lucien into a fox, and they’d canvass the forest on foot, playing and running like woodland creatures, as free as the birds. and when they were done, not wanting to return to the manor, to the cursed court, they would rest in the forest - even as tamlin’s shifting would fade with his falling asleep <3

❀

my take on @tamlinweek day 5, shapeshifter!!!

#tamlinweek2024 #tamlin #lucien vanserra #give tamlin a last name 2k24 #tamcien #pro tamlin #acotar #sjm #pro lucien #spring court

[wingsdippedingold]

Tamlin had ringlets as a child, prove me wrong

This is my contribution to Tamlin week

@tamlinweek

#tamlinweek #pro tamlin #tamlin #anti sjm #anti acotar #anti sarah j maas #tamlinweek2024 #tamlin week 2024

[bettdraws]

The tragedy of spring

#tamlin #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024 #pro tamlin #dark spring aesthetic #tamlin moodboard #spring court aesthetic

[mathiwrites]

me whenever I write pre-ACOTAR post-war Tamlin, Lucien and Andras 😂

unrelated to any prompt but my one headcanon for @tamlinweek

#lmfao tamlin was NOT having that amarantha curse he needs to WHAT a WHO #my headcanons #memes #shitpost #acotar #tamlin #andras #lucien #pro tamlin

[achaotichuman]

Mama's Boy

Day four of Tamlin Week! Today's prompt- Calanmai.

Tamlin is preparing for another celebration of Calanmai. As the blue is painted into his skin, Lucien asks an question that reminds him of his first time celebrating the Spring holiday.

"How was that the first time?"

Read on Ao3 or below the cut!

Laughter rang from the other side of the room, Tamlin glanced over his shoulder to see Lucien lounging on the chair in the corner of his room. One leg kicked up over the arm of the chair, Andras sitting on the window sill. Both giggling over something whilst making side-long glances at the High lord being painted in whorls of blue. 

“So, Taaam.” Lucien drawled, Tamlin let out a sigh at the tone, turning his head away from the fox, which Alis and the servant boy painting him both snorted at. 

“What is it now, Lucien?” Tamlin said.

“Are you excited for tonight?” He asked, the fox was clearly excited himself. Lucien had been in the Spring Court ten years now, and whilst he had seen Calanmai he had refrained from joining in on the celebrations. This year however, he had decided too. 

“I’m a part of this Court now.” He said with a shrug and a smile, “I want to be there.”

Tamlin had asked repeatedly if he was sure, and all he was met with was a grin and laughter, as well as the fox nodding his head. 

“Excited" is a strong word.” Tamlin answered. 

Truly he wasn’t, he never was, it was a chore he had to complete, and he would. The fertility magic sparking tonight would restore the land, and that would be his job complete. He would then join in on the happy celebrations and drink himself to oblivion. Before dragging himself back to the manor and collapse wherever the nearest soft place was. Whether that be a bed or the carpet flooring. 

“A night where you get to fuck whoever you want. Pretty good deal to me.” Lucien laughed, tossing Andras a smirk who returned it with glee. 

“Not entirely though.” Andras said, despite the smirk on his face, “The magic chooses.”

“I heard. How does that even work?” Lucien asked. 

Tamlin groaned low, not wanting to think about it just yet. He already had to experience it. Let alone explain it. 

“The Forest Spirit possesses him and takes over his body. Chooses a person to generate the fertility magic with, then they make love on a stone altar while everyone dances around the fires and makes their own fertility magic.” Andras thankfully answered for him. 

“They fuck on rocks?” Lucien asked incredulously.

“Yes, Lucien.” Tamlin answered deadpan, “I fuck on a rock.”

“Is it the same rock for every High lord?” Lucien asked. Tamlin groaned loudly and Alis had to step away, lest her snickering led her to messing the paint up. Not that it would be perfect for very long tonight. 

“Yes, Lucien.” Tamlin answered. 

“Gods.” The fox murmured, “How was that the first time? I don’t think I could fuck in the exact same place I knew my father did.” As he said the words, Lucien visibly shuddered at the thought. To which Andras cackled. 

But Tamlin didn’t laugh, stuck on what Lucien said to laugh. 

How was that the first time?

He was sitting in amongst the sheets, now new and clean, unscented and horribly, horrible clean. All clean, not a drop of crimson along the green thread, so clean. Not a single smell on them besides his own. 

He clutched onto a pillow like it was a real person. Knees bent up and his face buried in the emerald silk. He had cried so much he started dry heaving. Heh had cried so much blood ran down his face along with his tears. Entire face red and puffy. 

“Please come back.” He choked out, voice raw and gutteral, “I can’t do this. I can’t-” His voice was cut out by another sob racking through him. 

There was a timid knock on the door, which Tamlin ignored in favour of sobbing harder into the tear stained fabric. 

“Tamlin.” A muffled voice called out, “I’m coming in.”

“Get out!” He screamed, but Alis unlocked the door with her master key and went inside anyway. 

Any other would have run when they met the High lord’s furious eyes. But Alis’ face just softened. 

“I said, leave!” He shouted again, claws pricking against his fingertips. 

Alis closed the door, and walked up to the bed. Tamlin shoved away, baring his teeth at her, eyes with an animalistic glint to them. 

She sat on the edge, and then…

She opened her arms and whispered, “Come here baby.”

Every ounce of hatred and anger crumpled to dust. Another cry, adding to many, shook through Tamlin’s body as he lunged forward and fell into Alis’ arms. Breaking apart at the seams and shattering in her arms. Feeling like he was turning back into the little six year old who skinned his knee and ran straight to his nanny who tended to him in his mother’s absence. 

“Hush now, it’s okay.” Alis whispered, running her rough hands up and down his back. Kissing the top of his head whilst he cried and cried and cried. 

“I can’t do this, mom.” He whispered, “I can’t do this.”

She didn’t say anything. Alis just remained quiet and held him until he fell asleep. 

When he awoke later it was too Alis shaking him, the look on her face, one of utter pity, was enough to tell him it was time. 

He smudged the paint on his chest and neck when tears fell down his face as he stared at himself in the mirror. Shirtless, with low hanging trousers, only Alis painted him even thought it was customary to have two to speed up the process. He was grateful that for at least this first year it was only the woman he considered as much a mother as his actual mom. 

When she finished the final brush stroke, Tamlin felt himself slipping from his own body, as if he were watching everything as a bystander. Floating away from himself, the tears stopped pouring and he looked resolutely ahead. 

Alis said something he didn’t hear. When they took him out to the ritual, a crown of flowers was put on his head, and hands tried to reach out to touch him. He didn’t know when the spirit possessed him, he blacked out before it did. Whether from the sheer stress, or his own magic having pity on him, he didn’t know.

When he awoke the next morning his entire body was aching and he felt sick to his stomach. He vomited until there was nothing left in his stomach and spent the rest of the day sitting by his window, a cup of mint and honey tea in his hands that he never touched. Alis came to check on him by the hour. Always putting a hand on his shoulder, but he never looked at her, couldn’t bear to look at her. 

So he just stared at the rose gardens below, at the place his mother used to take him. Used to teach him to garden, to write poems, to just walk and have fun for a little while together. 

He had fulfilled his job, and he supposed it wasn’t as bad as he thought it might have been. Still he couldn’t look in the direction of the forest, without feeling the satiated spirit gazing upon its chosen King. 

“-Tamlin! Spring to Tamlin!” Lucien threw his shoe at the back of his head, or tried too. Tamlin caught it in a single hand and chucked it back. It hit him in the arm, Lucien told him to go fuck himself with a laugh. Andras nearly doubled over at the scene. 

Tamlin smiled at them both, then looked at Alis. 

She smiled, though it was small. She put the paint brush down and cradled his face between her hands, “How you’ve grown.”

“I had the best teacher and friend a boy could ask for,” Tamlin whispered. 

Tears welled in Alis’ brown eyes. She blinked them away as fast as she could, but gently pulled him down so she could kiss the top of his head, then murmured, “You will be okay.”

“I know.” He told her. He wasn’t the scared, confused, young boy he had been back then. She was right, he had grown. And whilst none of this had been his plan, he would make the most of it. He swore to himself the day he first came out of Hybern with his father, skin still burning from where she had laid hands, that he would never allow another to be enslaved. That he would fight against all tyranny, no matter whose freedom he was defending. 

He had the perfect opportunity here. Maybe the Mother wasn’t so wrong in her decision. Tamlin didn’t think it would have even crossed the minds of either of his brothers to do anything of the sort. 

“You ready Tam?” Andras asked, and he and Lucien stood up, the red headed male stretching out his stiff muscles. 

Tamlin turned to face both of them, the last drops of the sun beginning to disappear, and the drums beginning to stir. 

“Yeah. I’m ready.”

@tamlinweek

#acotar #pro tamlin #tamlin #alis acotar #lucien vanserra #andras acotar #acotar headcanons #acotar au #tamlinweek2024 #tamlinweek #day 4- prompt: calanmai

[thedickgraysons]

all im saying is that if you put me in a room alone with tamlin and gave me a weighted blanket, a burn book, and the ability to stream family tree by ethel cain, i could help that man work through all of those big feelings he’s never had the chance to deal with

#acotar #tamlin acotar #pro tamlin #sjm critical #acotar critical

[teddyhoneybear]

| 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓲

#acotar #calanmai #the great rite #fire night #feyre archeron #a court of thorns and roses #moodboard #acotar moodboard #high lord of spring #high lord tamlin #high lord #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024 #tumblr ruined the quality #lucien vanserra #pro tamlin

[umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken]

Day 4: Calanmai

@tamlinweek

How an obsession begins

Tamlin:

Feyre:

📣📣 DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT. YOUR HUSBAND IS GAY 📣📣

Rhysand winnowed silently inside the Spring border. Just in time, too. The sun was due to set in less than a half hour. He made his way through the lively hubbub, taking in the scenes with interest. He wouldn’t seek out Tamlin, he was surely getting himself ready for the night.

<><><><> 

“They’re leaving?”

“Yes. My parents will be accompanying King Ennis of Hybern on a tour of his war camps. Amarantha will be there.” His nose wrinkled. “And my brothers will be going with them, of course, so it is I that must be left here alone, to take charge of Spring.” Tamlin sighed dramatically, falling onto his back in the long grass.

“At least I won’t be forced to play nice in front of all of Ennis’s men.”

Rhysand hummed in agreement.

Wait.

“So, you will be the one to complete the Calanmai rite this year?” Try as he might, he couldn’t shed the incredulity in his tone.

The younger male kicked at his shin, making him yelp. “Why the surprise? I’m a son of Spring after all. The magic is in my blood.”

Rhysand rolled over to face him. “Yes, but doesn’t that… I don’t know... Don't you feel nervous?”

Tamlin shrugged. “I’ve always known that it would be my duty one day. Why not now? It'll be good practise." He said, eyebrows waggling.

He laughed along with him, but his thoughts were racing elsewhere. Images began to flicker through his mind, bright and vivid.

Tamlin, painted with inky swirls, his eyes overtaken by magic…

 Tamlin, divested of his usual clothes and on full display...

Of being used by him, for his sole needs alone…

Of having to watch as another fae was chosen by the magic for him.

He took a steadying breath and forced a smile into his voice.

“Well, good luck with that.”

Tamlin turned towards him. “Why don’t you come? I won’t be able to be there with you, of course. But there’ll be food, and music, and wine, and dancing. You'll have fun, I swear it.”

He smiled at the golden male beside him, his eyes lingering perhaps a tad too long on his rosy lips.

“Alright. I’ll be there.”

<><><><> 

He’d told himself before he left that he would only come tonight for the festivities and would steadfastly ignore the main event of the night and the male at the centre of it all. But now that he was here, he found his resolve quickly shattering. He turned away from the bright square, flooded with food stalls and beating with music, towards the fae-lit path.

Maybe just a quick look…

There was the cave where the ceremony would take place, ringed with flaming torches. Before the cave was a great formation of stones that were assembled in a wide circle. Each stone was at least three fae high, and carved into their surfaces were incredibly detailed scenes of utter debauchery. Round and around, as high as the stones went, carvings of every imaginable pose and movement. It was hard to tear his wide eyes away as he heard the excited chatter of the fae moving quickly past him. The sun had set. The ceremony was about to begin. Rhysand joined the fae lining all around the stone circle, awaiting the Spring Lordling’s entrance. He could sense each frenzied heartbeat, each anticipatory breath.

Silence fell and a slow, steady drumbeat began as Tamlin entered the ring of Stones.

His skin was painted in inky woad that appeared like snakes, winding about his body in the shadows of the torchlight. His hair was loose from its usual braid and adorned with a simple crown of laurel leaves, his golden curls falling in hypnotising waves to his waist where a simple loincloth of gauzy material was tied. Rhysand found his mouth quickly drying, and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, flexing the restless digits.

He moved differently than he usually did. Slow and predatory, his body as taut as a string on his fiddle. Nestled in his palm was a ball of flame that glowed with all the colours of Spring.

This was how Tamlin's partner tonight would be chosen.

Tamlin raised the ball of flame high into the air and the fae cheered, the drumbeats going frantic. The sound was deafening, each voice reverberating through Rhysand’s ears twice as loudly as usual.

Tamlin lowered his hand and just as quickly, the din stopped. The drumbeat began again, slow, and steady. He began his path around the circle.

With each hopeful fae that he passed, the flame remained still. One after the other, each of the unlucky fae stepped back with disappointed sounds for the ones waiting next in line. One full rotation, then a second, until Rhys found himself standing in the front row.

Once more, Tamlin continued his walk around the circle. The flame continued to burn low and steady in his palm.

Even Rhysand found himself waiting with bated breath when just hours earlier he had quashed any hopes of being the one fated fae that would share in the Calanmai magic tonight. He forced himself to remain cool.

This is all just in good fun, he thought to himself. When the flame has chosen Tamlin's partner, I’ll go off and find some fun of my own.

Five, four more fae and he would be standing before him.

Tamlin walked slowly down the parade of eager fae, the fire dancing in his palm remaining small and tame until he passed before Rhysand, and the magical flames began to lick higher and higher. His heart seemed to still as Tamlin's eyes lifted from the flame to lock onto him, those brilliant green eyes he knew so well now pure gold. His teeth shone in the light, canines sharp and waiting.

“The magic has chosen.”

“Blessed be the Cauldron’s wisdom.” Rhysand recited evenly.

The flame went out, and the raucous din began again as Tamlin took him by the hand, leading him into the cave.

Rhysand’s heart rabbited in his chest, and he was sure that he was about to pass out.

The sounds of celebration faded as they walked deeper and deeper in, reaching a curtained chamber. Inside was lit with a circle of torches. Right in the centre was a large altar, laid with a woven mat and rich silk sheets. Tamlin stopped just before it and turned to Rhysand.

Here in the quiet, he could at last appreciate the feast set before his eyes.

Tamlin’s skin had been rubbed with some sort of oil so that it gleamed in the light, showcasing each muscle and glorious curve. His arms, his chest, that sinful waist, and Mother and Cauldron above, those thighs…

The thick swirls of paint on his body were fashioned into the great branches of the Spirit Tree, winding down his arms and spreading its roots far down, their outlines starkly visible beneath the thin loincloth.

Rhysand decided that before the night was through, not a single stroke would go unattended. His mouth salivated at the mere thought. He swallowed thickly and raised his eyes to meet Tamlin's.

“So. What will you do to me now that you have me?”

He simply smiled, reaching up to take off the laurel crown and place it reverently on Rhysand’s head.

“I’m going to take my time tonight. Rhysand.”

A chill ran down his spine at the sound of his name like that.

Tamlin continued, his fingers skimming across the back of his neck and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“It isn’t often that I can persuade the magic to have more choice. But I hoped that you would be here tonight.”

“And here I am.” He breathed.

“Yes. Here you are,” Tamlin chuckled, “I could already feel the flame going impatient, but I wanted it to be you. I told it to wait.”

It took everything in him not to bound around the dimly lit chamber screaming. Rhysand licked his lips.

“You wanted it to be... me?”

“Yes.”

Tamlin brought his hands up to Rhysand’s shoulders. Barely pushing, but still he went, walking backwards until the backs of his knees hit the stone altar.

“From now until the sun rises, you are mine.”

“Yes.” He already feel himself harden.

His lips pulled into a lazy smile. He pushed more insistently this time, lowering Rhysand down onto the altar and bracing his powerful legs on either side so that everything in his sight and all around him was pure Tamlin, Tamlin, Tamlin.

He reached his hand underneath Rhysand’s tunic, the other male breathless as his fingers danced across his skin, lighting every inch of him. Rhysand's pulse quickened when Tamlin bent his head, the golden curls rippling across his bare shoulders as Tamlin's voice came rough and husky in his ear.

“Off, I think.” he purred.

He extended his claws, ghosting the deadly points across Rhysand’s chest before snagging them on the fabric and slowly tearing it open down the front.

“Beautiful.”

Rhysand canted his hips upwards, the movement shifting the gauzy loincloth farther up Tamlin's thighs and exposing him to the cool air. Rhysand groaned at the sight.

“How sweet of you to talk about beauty when here you are, looking like this.”

“Silver tongue.”

“It has its uses.”

Faster than he could blink, Tamlin's hands were around his waist and he was being picked up and deposited further up on the altar, Tamlin leaning over him with a wicked smile. Instinctively, he brought his hands up to brace against Tamlin's chest, his fingers splaying across every inch of that warm, glorious skin.

“I should warn you. The magic will not be gentle tonight.”

 “Good.”

~fin~

me trying to write another original, un-cringe spicy scene:

I'M SORRY, THIS IS ALL I GOT.

#tamlin week 2024 #pro tamlin #tamlin #rhysand #tamsand #feyre archeron #feyre #feysand

[ourhomeislit]

Villianhood to me is creating a false victomhood.

E.g. like when Feyre implied that Rhysand had been hurting her, and SAed her during ACOMAF. Thus, the pretend nightmare and running into Lucien's arms. The timid, sad comments to Tam.

Hero Hood to me is Tamlin and Lucien Believing her, not once questioning her claims. Especially after they had witnessed her be assaulted by Rhysand while UTM.

#anti rhysand #pro tamlin

[spacerockfloater]

Me watching Feyre convince herself that Tamlin is a disgusting monster who only used her to get his power back and then stopped caring for her the moment she became his because he was some selfish lunatic who wanted to keep her as his useless plaything the more time she spends with Rhysand and his Inner Court:

Tamlin. The guy who helped her family even if he only needed Feyre. The guy who had to watch the love of his life die screaming in pain as Amarantha broke every bone in her body. The guy who crawled in front of Amarantha and begged her to spare her while his own blood drowned him. The guy who slept at Feyre’s feet each night out of paranoia that something would happen to her, not him. The guy who let Feyre roam his court and help whomever she wants until she found out that these people had their own healing to do and the help they actually needed, looking up to someone, was not something she wanted to offer. The guy who had to watch her reject him publicly by hesitating at the altar and never even mentioned it because he didn’t want to embarrass or upset her. The guy who had to watch her get abducted every month by his nemesis, a known masochist. The guy who waited and gave her space. The guy who was searching for a way to break the bond all of these months even though she furiously blamed him that he was not doing enough to cancel her bargain with Rhys, a bargain she willingly made and was responsible for. The guy who was willing to let her go even if it meant condemning an entire world. The guy who launched himself at Hybern to save her sisters.

And he’s crazy because he wanted to keep her safe in their fucking palace for one evening?

Reading Feyre’s narrative after she started hanging out with the people of the Night Court made my skin crawl. I kept gripping the book furiously and mentally telling her “Wait, that’s not what fucking happened” every time she spoke about Tamlin. It was horrifying because this is exactly what I always imagined people who abandon you do: leave you and then tell people their own, made up version of events.

Watching her stop speaking about him with love and slowly paint him as her tormentor was like watching a train wreck you couldn’t prevent:

- I love Tamlin and he loves me and we have sacrificed so much for one another.

- I love Tamlin and both of us are dealing with a lot right now, but we’re trying and we’ll make it.

- Tamlin loved me and he made some wrong decisions but I still feel like I’m cheating on him.

- Tamlin’s actions were wrong and I hope we’ll sort things out once we all calm down.

- Tamlin gave me everything but he still made some wrong decisions.

- Tamlin really cared for me but I don’t need what he has to offer me anymore.

- Tamlin was right about my safety after all but I have decided I don’t care and don’t forgive him.

- Tamlin only wanted me because I was useful and then stopped caring for me.

- Tamlin is a selfish prick who used me and then tossed me aside and wanted me to be his stupid ignorant pet and he didn’t give a fuck about me and I hate him and want him to die.

Feyre. Feyre. FEYRE. Wake up. None of this is true. You’re spiralling and you’re blaming him for every little thing he ever did that slightly inconvenienced you while you forgive and justify each and every one of Rhysand’s horrendous crimes against you, all of his countless lies, all of his manipulation.

I think she just never loved Tamlin and that’s why it was easier to hate him.

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[thelov3lybookworm]

Delusional

day 5: masquerade

Summary: First time visiting a masquerade ball.

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A/n: just some lil fluff for @tamlinweek hehe

enjoyy!!

"Are you enjoying the ball, lady?"

Y/n jumped, turning to find a handsome young man- she assumed he was handsome, considering half his face was covered by a mask- leaning against the wall.

"Um, yes, my lord. How about yourself, are you enjoying it?"

He grinned. "You could say that."

Y/n stared at him.

He stared back.

Y/n blinked.

He blinked back.

Y/n's mother had not warned her about how awkward small talk could get. She cursed inwardly, wondering what to say to break the silence when he spoke again.

"Is it your first time attending a party?"

Y/n sighed quietly, nodding as she felt her lashes brush against the mask she wore, a dark green satin with embroidered flowers and vines, pearls of different sizes woven into the soft material resting snugly on her features.

"Yes. my lord. Is it your first too?"

He pushed off from the wall. "Not really, no. Officially? Yes, its the fist time I'm attending a party."

"And how is that?"

"You see, no one really cares to see if the youngest son sleeps as instructed when an event takes place."

Y/n blinked, and then the realisation dawned upon her. "You- you're the high lord's youngest son!"

"Oh hush, be quiet. I had to shake off so many people and sneak around to get one breath of relief. You screaming will lure them back."

Y/n stared at him, her eyes wide.

She was talking to a possible heir of the spring court.

Oh mother, boil me.

Y/n could do nothing but watch as he glanced around, fixing his coat and then sighed. "So. This brings us back to the question I had in mind. Do you want to leave?"

Y/n did a double take, gaping. "I- leave?"

He flashed her a dashing smile. "Leave."

"I- I don't think that's a good idea my lord-"

"Don't worry, I wont bite." He winked. "Unless you want me to."

The faelight glinted off his slightly sharp canine, and a shiver wound its way down Y/n's spine. "I..."

"Its nowhere far, despite what I wish. We'll just go into the gardens and talk. Better than laughing at the everyone's unfunny jokes, don't you think? And you don't have to reveal your identity either! Keep your mask on, and I will never know if you don't want me to."

Y/n nodded hesitantly, worrying her lower lip as she glanced around.

Just before she was about to turn back to the High lord's son, her eyes met her mothers, and instead of reprimand in her eyes, all she saw was stern encouragement as she nodded her head towards the door.

Swallowing, Y/n gestured at the male- what was his name again? Terrance? Thomas?- to lead the way.

"So, you are..." He glanced at her hopefully as he walked next to her through the empty hallways, and she stared back indifferently.

"Rose."

He grinned, mischief in his eyes. "That's not your real name, is it?"

Y/n simply hummed, looking away from him to take in the massive hallways, filled with unnecessary expensive items.

He laughed. "Stubborn. I like it."

Y/n resisted the urge to roll her eyes, following him into the open air or the sweet smelling gardens.

The night passed quick as Y/n lost herself to the fragrance of roses and jasmine, and maybe also in the sound of his voice as it resonated deep in Y/n's being.

And maybe Y/n was mistaken, maybe she was delusional, but she could have sworn she saw him staring at her lips more than a couple of times.

She was just delusional.

Or was she?

The Mother was definitely laughing, knowing that son enough Y/n would be arranged to be married to him.

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