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Hello! If your requests are open, could I please have something soft and sweet with Tamlin 🥺 I want to see him happy so bad. Literally anything you write with him smiling would make my day.

A/N: Thank you for the request! I've wanted to write more of Tamlin since my first ACOTAR post! I hope you enjoy!

Also, this is post-ACOSF Tamlin!

Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses

Ship: Tamlin x Reader

Type: Fluff

Words: 1,358

Stolen | Tamlin x Reader

The roses were mesmerising. Once she looked at them she couldn't take her eyes off of them. There were flowers and plants back at her own court, but none of them were like these she saw now in the Spring Court. Everything she saw in front of her was beautiful and yet ruined. There were flowers she would never find in another court. But they were messy, coming out of nowhere. There was no path which indicated that this was no place for a fae to traspass.

(Y/n) didn't care. The last time she visited the Spring Court was a hundred years old. Even then it has enhanced it with its beauty. Now, was no different. Only this time, was even more melancholic than the last one.

The one thing that made it impossible to turn back were the roses. Roses of every color, all with their thorns. She leaned over and carefully cut a rose from the ground. As soon as the tiny chop sounded, a sound unable to be heard by human hearing, she heard growling coming from behind her before she felt the movement.

She turned around and stepped back as the beast approached her. It was growling and she knew it was a fae, and a powerful one at that. "I don't know what I did wrong but I am sorry." (Y/n) spoke quickly.

The beast kept growling, staring at her hand. The fae looked at the direction of its eyesight. He was looking at the rose. "Was I not supposed to take that?"

The growling stopped a bit, proving she got it right.

"Well, pardon me, but you don't owe the land. Nature is for everyone, I have every right to take it."

That only seemed the anger the beast. "Land belongs to me. Rose belongs to me." It said angrily, its ability to speak distant. "Leave." It ordered. (Y/n) could tell there was something melancholic in the beast's voice.

"No. You don't owe me. I decide what I'm going to do and unfortunately for you that's not leaving."

The beast growled louder, ready to attack but then it stopped suddenly as if changing its opinion. (Y/n) started to feel dizzy and slowly her vision blurred.

The bastard had made her fall unconscious.

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When she woke up, she could sense the presence of someone in the room before she opened her eyes. She chose to keep them close and pretend she was asleep. Her head was on a pillow and she could feel light rays of sunlight on her face. As everything was so quiet she decided to open her eyes.

She was laying on a couch, in an oddly lovely living room. Everything around her was teared up, in ruins. A part of the wall was broken down allowing the sun inside and grass had started to grow within the room.

And on a chair beside that hole, slept the most gorgeous creature she has ever layed her eyes upon.

She didn't know who the man was, but he was husband. His long golden hair flew messily on his shoulders. She was certain they hadn't been brushed in forever. She felt the urge to brush them. Before her hand touched his head, forest green eyes snapped open and a clawed hand grabbed her own. "What are you doing?" Asked a hoarse voice.

"I was just going to brush your hair... Sorry for waking you and scaring you, I suppose."

He shook his head. "Not scared." He said quietly, as if to talk was an effort. More relaxed he let go of her hand.

The voice was familiar. "Are you... Are you the beast from earlier?" The man gave no answer to her question. But she had heard stories before... About how the High Lord of the Spring Court roamed in his beast form around the ruins of his once beautiful court.

She thought it was still beautiful.

She thought he was still beautiful.

"You're Tamlin aren't you?" She asked him, and Tamlin without giving her any confirmation spoke in return. "You stole my rose." An accusation.

If these were the problems that concerned this high lord, then yes, the spring court was most definitely ruined. But that didn't mean he had to he too. And she could see it in his eyes, this man was damaged and lost and lonely. He was hopeless with no destination in his life.

"It was a beautiful rose. Your court is beautiful, my lord."

She saw how surprised he was to hear that by the snap in his eyes. "What's your name?" He finally asked.

"(Y/n) (L/n). I'm from the (insert your court) court." She offered kindly with a smile on her face.

"and what are you doing in my lands?" He asked again, coldly.

"Visiting. Your court is very beautiful. I love flowers and I've wanted to visit again for a long while now." She explained, not loosing the smile on her face.

Tamlin nodded without saying a word. "May I stay, my lord? I apologize for stealing your rose. Next time, I will ask."

It took the High Lord some time before he decided. "Take whatever you want and stay as long as you want. You can stay here, there are many bedrooms... There's no one here other than me." He added bitterly.

(Y/n) boldly wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. "Thank you so much! I promise you won't regret it!"

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Tamlin has been lost. He was a compass, without a north. A painting, without ink. Feyre had been those things to him, but then Feyre was gone. And now Feyre was happy, and he wanted her to be happy. It was only unfair to him, that her happiness meant his misery.

But he knew he deserved it. His fear caused him to make mistakes, which he was no paying. No one gave a flying shit what he was up to. And he didn't care. He had befriended the idea he would just one day disappear along with his court.

And then she came along. That peculiar girl from the (court) court. She had lived with him in the court for only a month and things already had seemed more lively for Tamlin. Instead of roaming around his fields, he found himself staying in his fae form more often. He stayed in his bedroom, watching the girl enjoy the flowers and stay in the sun.

He wanted to join her. And after many days of debating, he decided to do just that. He had always loved staying outside, away from the suffocating walls of a building. "Hello, (Y/n)." He managed to tell her. Speaking was still difficult for him.

The girl turned around and gave him a smile. "Greetings, my lord. I'm making flower crowns. Will you join me? Pleaaaase? I need someone to hold the woods!!" She pled. And somehow, for some odd reason, he found it impossible to say no to those eyes.

And so they spend the afternoon making a flower crown. Tamlin hadn't felt this at ease in so long. He felt redeemed, forgiven. As if the Mother had decided he was punished enough for his crimes and he could finally be a little happy.

"done!" (Y/n) said excitedly, picking up the crown. Tamlin didn't know why, but he couldn't wait to see her with the crown on her head. A crown made of flowers, whose thorns he had removed for her for there was no way he would allow her to hurt. He knew how hurting felt, and a soul as pure as hers deserved no such thing.

What he did not except, though, was what she did next. She picked up the crown and placed it on top of his head. He was so surprise he wasn't sure if he was breathing any more.

The girl smiled brightly, the sun falling right behind her and suddenly it seemed as if the light was coming out of her. And he knew that the light he experienced did.

And so, Tamlin did something he was certain he had forgotten how it's done.

Tamlin smiled, seeing the world a bit brighter and roses with fewer thorns. Thorns still existed, but could not prick him as deeply.

Tamlin smiled, because this girl had stolen the darkness and thorns from his heart and replaced it with light and love.

The Snow King / DSMP Fanfic [Fae AU - Tubbo-centric] / Thoughts

Completely didn't think about giving my thoughts about fanfiction but then I realized 'oh I should do that' so here I am.

The Snow King honestly has to be one of my favorite fics, but be warned, there will be spoilers. If you want to avoid spoilers, just go on and read it [there's two other works too that belong in the same AU that provide sort of an alternate ending]

The story is, is that Tubbo's friend Tommy gets stolen by the Winter Court (The Fair Folk, or Fae. If you are unaware of who those are, I'd recommend doing research.) to be adopted.

Tubbo of course refuses to let Tommy stay stolen and makes a deal with I believe the king [Phil]. It is to gather the charms from each Faerie Court, and the charms are like artifacts that have.. magic power. stuff. It's been awhile since I've read this fic, to be honest, but I know the basic kinda plot.

There are four Faerie Courts in total- Winter, Autumn, Spring, and Summer. Tubbo of course already gets the Winter charm as a freebie before being sent off to finish in a time limit of two weeks.

I'm gonna be honest. I loved this. I love who is who, how they act, and just aAAaa. I also very much like the alternate ending, because I actually like seeing alternate endings, or thinking of a 'what-if' scenario. Tubbo of course is a smart kid in this fic, but in the scenario of where he fails- Because the courts challenge him to do something to be able to get the charm, or otherwise he gives them his true name which gives the other full control of himself I believe, and kinda.. makes him theirs? They kinda just adopt him, and he becomes a hybrid of their court, like if he stays in the Autumn Court after failing the challenge he grows goat horns like Schlatt.

Did I mention he's like the king of the Autumn Court? And then Dream's the Summer Court, Phil is the Winter Court, and Niki's I believe the Spring court.

Niki's cruel D:

also Dream and Schlatt fight over Tubbo

Honestly I make this sound worse than it really is because I suck at putting it into words so maybe just uh.. try reading it? The series is finished already anyways.

I always say autumn is my favorite time of the year, then winter happens and I go insane. Here along the coast, the Lowcountry azalea season is always the thing that picks me right back up.

Word count: 2100+

Warnings: mentions of killing - blood, wounds, pain, fear - I tried to be decent and as non descriptive as possible, but..👀

Second chapter this week because every voice matters and counts 😉

Anyway, this one is probably horrible 😅

Part XVI | Part XVIII

You were determined. Right that night after Lucien's visit, you looked up Rhys' office again. Inside you felt cold and empty, somehow disconnected as you knocked on the door. The answer came immediately. Being it other day you would laugh because it seemed as if Rhys lived in his office. When you needed you always found him there. But today wasn't the day.

You peeked in finding him seated behind his desk covered with different documents. At first he didn't pay you any attention, too busy with whatever he was reading. He was frowning at the paper in his hand, the other one played with the pen. You knew what this gesture meant. Something worried him. Or pissed him off. When he was younger he unconsciously played with different objects all the time. The habit almost disappeared as he grew older.

"May I?" Hearing your voice he jerked up and finally looked up from the papers. He blinked as if he didn't hear you come in.

"Y/N? Yeah.. Yeah, sure," Rhys stood up, offering you a seat. He checked the time "Something happened? It's quite late."

Yes, you wanted to shout at him, but you wouldn't do so. A lot of things had happened, the conversation between him and Lucien that you overheard, was one of them. But you already made up your mind. You wouldn't mention Tamlin. He would refuse you as he refused Lucien. Your brother was too stubborn. You came to ask him for the last favour, for the last piece of puzzle. It was strange and hard to explain, but you knew you needed it. At last you were ready.

Your face had to give you away because his jaw tightened and he crossed hands on the chest. His piercing gaze scanned you, his shoulders tensed. Words weren't necessary, he understood.

"It.. it won't be easy," Rhysand spoke slowly. "I won't be able to take out one memory at a time. They are too tangled up. I'll have to break the barrier. The process can be quite unpleasant, maybe even painful and the memories will all come at once. It might be very traumatic experience."

He was trying to warn you, prepare you for inevitable. Of course he was worried for your wellbeing and how it could hurt you, yet he was impatient, too. Since you came he kept asking about that particular night, never really pressuring you about it. However Rhysand eagerly waited for this moment.

Straightening your back you stuck out your chin. Your gaze didn't falter. "I know." You were ready. You'd spent all afternoon preparing for the worst.

Rhysand curled his lip, thinking. "Fine," he spoke after a moment. "But there is one thing I want from you."

"What is it?"

"I want to see it. All. From the start to the end. Everything you remember, not just some glimpses."

You frowned. "Why?"

He pushed off of the desk that he was leaning against and turning away from you headed to the window where lights of the city on the other bank of Sidra shone. He was silent. Minutes passed. You waited.

"I-.. I need to know what he caused."

You swallowed watching his back. You shivered with cold even though the room was warm. "He?"

Rhysand slowly turned back to you, looking straight in your eyes. "Tamlin." His voice wasn't more than a whisper, but it was so harsh, so full of rage you winced as if he slapped you.

"What does he have to do with it?" Your voice was hoarse. Lump grew in your throat and breathing once again became laboured.

"He was the one who told his father where you would be."

"Why would he do that? And how could he know anyway?"

"At that time we were still friends. He knew it because I told him. It'd never occurred to me that something like that could happen."

You held your breath, still shivering. Rhysand watched your trembling hands with hardened expression. You clenched them into fists pressing them to your lap to hide the tremors. "And what will you do after you find out?"

He considered it. "I'll hate him even more," he said at last. "Our father made him pay enough already."

"You won't hurt him?" Rhysand just shook his head. "Can you promise it?"

"I can, but.. I know you care about him even though I'm against it. And I don't get it. Honestly. However I wouldn't hurt you that way. For me you are much more than a promise."

You pressed your lips together. You believed him, you really did. But if you managed to get back to Spring Court, there was no doubt Rhysand would be angry. Very angry. Then anything could happen and you didn't want to risk it. And so thinking about the future, you asked him to make a promise. He didn't hesitate for even a second and did what you asked him for.

You felt a prickling sensation on your right shoulder. Rhysand rolled up his right sleeve. With awe you watched as a tattoo of small rose appeared on his forearm and you knew that its twin was on your shoulder.

Now you could start.

It was just as Rhysand warned you. He couldn't untangle the threads no matter how hard he tried and to get them out he had to destroy the barrier. As soon as it was down the confused images that chased you in the nightmares came alive.

You were camping with your mother and a few other females and children on the rocky bank of the river in Illyrian mountains. It was peaceful time and you had a lot of fun sitting with them around the campfire, listening to the stories. After eating some more marshmallows you all retired to own tents for the night.

Several hours later you were woken up by screams and smell of smoke and something metallic. Bed next to you was empty. You crept through the tent on all fours and peeked out.

The ground was smeared with blood, some of the tents were burning, females protecting their children, were trying to hide or run away, but all of them were met with the same fate. Small group of males slaughtered them on the spot or hurt them enough, so they couldn't move, and dragged them to the center of the camp. Blood dripped from their swords, wild grins on their faces. They spared no one.

You were terrified, but you knew the second you would make any noise, even the smallest, they would notice you. Your muscles locked on the spot and only thing you could do, was watching the horror around.

Movement at the edge of the campsite caught your attention. A blond hair male appeared. Your eyes widened. You knew him. It was the young male from Spring Court who you saw with your brother once. His clothes were clean, without a single drop of blood. He was unarmed and looked around in horror. Your eyes met for a moment. His mouth moved as if he was telling you to stay hidden.

Then he grabbed one of the girls and.. in a flash of light her features changed. Now she looked exactly like you. Your heart painfully throbbed in your chest. What did he just do?

Another male with sword came into view, getting close to him. The male was older, his clothes and light colored hair were stained with blood, but that was all you could say about him. You didn't see his face.

The male laughed. "Great job, son! We were looking for this little bitch."

He grabbed the girl. "Now return home," he ordered to young male.

Tamlin didn't move, his eyes jumping between the male and the girl. He didn't dare to even look your direction. "But.."

"I told you to leave!" male snapped, authority of high lord in his voice. Tamlin gritted his teeth as his body bent and then he winnowed away.

You watched as male dragged the girl to the group gathered in the center of camp where you all sat around campfire only several hours earlier.

Then they took one person after another and cut their throats in front of your mother. She didn't cry, refusing to give them what they sought. Soon enough your mother and the girl were the only ones alive.

Females and children who survived cried in pain. The male tossed girl to them. A female reached for girl, tugging her to her chest to protect her. It was your mother. Her wings were broken, blood seeping from deep wound on her side. She was pale, but baring her teeth she said something. You didn't hear her through all the cries and crackling of the fire. All males boomed with laughter.

One of the males reached for the girl. Your mother fought him, but he was stronger. He punched her to the face and for a moment her grip on the girl weakened. Male snatched the girl, dragging her to the pile of bodies. Other two males gripped your mother's arms when she tried to get to her.

This time it wasn't fast death that waited for the girl. First, the oldest of them cut the membranes of her wings. Girl screamed in pain, but the male who dragged her there, held her in place. Then slowly they cut off her wings making it as painful as possible. At some point girls shrieks stopped as she fainted. At last they cut her head off, tossing it to your mother's knees.

Your mother screamed at the top of her lungs and cried this time. When the oldest of the males moved toward your mother you couldn't watch it anymore. You curled to ball, your body was shaking uncontrollably and not only with sobs. Closing eyes you pressed hands to your ears, but you still heard your mother's screams until they fell silent.

You didn't know how long you lay there. Maybe you even fainted for a moment. A strong hand grabbed your elbow, dragging you to your feet. It was one of the younger males.

"Look what I found," he grinned. Others were confused.

"Didn't we already take care of her?"

"I could swear I put her head into that box," the other said.

"How is it possible there are two of them?"

You wanted to fight the male who held you. However his grip was so strong you already felt the forming bruises.

Around you stood only the young males, the older one was nowhere to be seen. You managed to slap one with your wing.

"Bitch!" he shouted in anger.

A sharp pain shot through your body. You cried out. One of your wing landed in the dirt, droplets of blood rolled down your arm, clothes on your back became soaked, sticking to your body. Blood dripped on the ground, mixing with the others. Another wave of pain shot through your body as the other wing followed the first one.

You fell to your knees without feeling the impact or the sharp stones cutting into your flesh. It was the most agonizing pain you'd ever felt. Everything blurred before your eyes. Voices around you kept fading and coming back like echo, but you didn't understand a single word. Your world turned upside down.

You had to faint because you didn't remember much of what followed. At one moment you felt hands around your shoulders and under knees, blurred face of older male and night sky above you.

You awoke for a while in a room that looked more like a cell. It was dark and reeked with dirt, blood and magic. So much magic.

You were lying on your stomach, your back was burning. The older male was bending over you, doing something with your wounds. It hurt so much.

Your mind kept switching between unconsciousness and awareness. The buzzing in your head was driving you crazy. You heard muffled voices, but didn't understand what they spoke of. World was spinning with you too fast and you were nauseous. You remembered puking once, but that was all.

And then it suddenly stopped. Fresh air filled your lungs, stretching them delightfully. You opened your eyes, looking around.

Soft green light was penetrating through the windows. You were lying in a soft bed. You felt strangely empty and little confused. But there was no pain and that was the only thing that mattered. Who would care in that situation about not remembering anything, about not knowing where you were and how you got there. It didn't hurt anymore. And that mattered the most.

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Elain and Gwyn travelling and seeing new courts:

*Spring court*

Gwyn: So this place is-nice?

Elain: I'm sure it was pretty at some point

Gwyn: And your sister did this?

Elain: Yes, and she is proud of it.

*whispers in awe* the pictures are alive

| 𝓒𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓶𝓪𝓲

Feyre in Acotar

Tamlin to Feyre: You look better than before when you were covered in blood and mud and your clothes were ripped. And your hair is… clean.

Lucien to Tamlin:

*Feyre returns from under the mountain after getting drunk on fairy wine almost everyday, trusting the wrong people and making several bargains*

Alis:

Everyone in acotar was like “Feyre killed Andras”

But no one talked about the fact that they literally ate him afterwards.

Like…

“What do we have to eat today”

“Oh, we have some of the leftovers from Andras”

“Okay. Hey, how’s Isaac?”

“Umm, I think Nesta ate the last piece”

“Oh my god, I’m talking about the guy you were seeing wtf?”

“Oh, that Isaac. He’s fine”

Lmao

~How I imagine Tamlin and Lucien before the scene in which Tamlin saves Feyre from the nagas~

Tamlin: Okay Lucien, I need you to come up with a plan that will make me look cool in front of Feyre.

Lucien: How about this? You turn into a wolf and kidnap her.

Tamlin: I’ve done that before. For some reason it didn’t work.

Lucien: Okay, hear this. I teach her how to catch a Suriel and she gets herself in trouble.

Tamlin: Do you think she’ll put herself in danger without knowing that someone is eventually going to save her?

Lucien: I’ll just tell her that I will save her in case something happens.

Tamlin: So… When something happens?

Lucien: I won’t move an inch.

Tamlin: I like the way you’re thinking.

Acotar Question 1

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Elie Saab, Spring Couture Collection, 2022 🌸🧚🏻‍♀️✨🌿

Ahh the details of the dress, the gloves, the transparant fabrics, are everything!