#feyre x tamlin

[sukaaxo]

“tamlin was so gross for sl*t shaming feyre at the HL meeting, rhys was such a feminist king for taking away his voice bcz of that”

like rhys didn’t enter her mind against her consent and tell tamlin her dirty thoughts about him. like rhys didn’t pin her against a wall and force her to kiss him. like rhys didn’t comment about feyres breasts being like apples to tarquin. like rhys didn’t touch her up in front of his entire court for no actual reason.

but sure tamlin being a little (validly) butthurt about how shit went down is such a problem 🥴

he’s a better man than me, i would’ve been airing out dirty laundry like it was my JOB

[theegemini92]

Why is every art of Tamlin angry or frowning or sad n destitute? This male has laughed, danced, mingled with his people, smiled, said the sweetest and nicest things. Yet all people can remember is him angry? Y’all will forget Rhys angry at Nesta never an art of him ranging n ranting and giving smal dick energy… how Nesta pleaded with Bryce to leave cus he was coming full force for her with his darkness…

No one wants to draw Tamlin because they know he’s a handsome fae male in his own right. They try their hardest to make him look unattractive and short when he’s actually bigger n taller than the batboys n Rhys. He’s a freaking beast and a warrior. Feyre says it many times something she’s hasn’t said about rapesand.

[fadingstudentbananacookie]

Kinda hilarious how Feyre kept on fumbling bad bitches left and right only to end up as Rhysand's wing-scratcher.

[thefatesofspring]

A shout out to my favourite authors & some of my favourite fics they’ve created because they deserve it👏🏾

(Unfinished) - I will forever be upset that Mellowenglishgal who wrote the NesLin fanfic House of flame & flower hasn’t continued it😭💔 but I’m so happy she created the fic & put me onto NesLin as a romantic couple because I’ve been obsessed ever since & I hope both sides of her pillow remain cold forever!🙌🏾she created a masterpiece & the world-building is SENSATIONAL!!

(Unfinished) - Misseleanoreastwick who wrote the LucNes fanfic A Court of twin flames!! Because god damn this fic made me wish SJM kept her original idea of Lucien & Nesta being mates!!! I love it!!

@theladyofbloodshed for creating:

(Completed) - Nesta vs the buffer (NesRiel)

(Completed) - Hunt x Nesta

(Completed) - A Court of tangled flames (NeRis)

(Completed) - You’re the closest to heaven I’ll ever be (NesRiel)

I’m obsessed with all of them & reread them a million times at this point plus I’m in the process of binding both NvB & HxN😁

(Completed) - @creativelydani for creating A Court of resilience & flames, a NeRisiel fic…yes you read that right a polyamorous fic between Nesta, Azriel & Eris & my oh my is glorious!! I DEVOURED IT!!!

(Completed) - @shi-daisy for A Court of threads & daisies, when I tell you this ripped out my soul & is hands down one of the best TamCien fics I’ve ever read🙌🏾😭 a literal queen for writing this beauty

(Completed) - Itsalwaystheapocalypse for A Court of lies & resurrection, a TamSand fic that had me going through it!!! I have never cried or felt my stomach drop into my ass as much as this one right here (in par with ACOTAD mentioned above)

(Completed) - Cee_darling for A Court of chaos & darkness, a NyxLin fic that wonderful set me on the path of no return for an AGED UP Nyx & Tamlin rabbit hole! Loved every bit of it

(In progress/unfinished?) - @booksnwriting for A court of love & healing, a BriLin (Briar & Tamlin) centric fic & this was the first fic that put me into Tamlin & Briar & I love it!!

(Unfinished) - Pinkfluffytowels for The wrong Archeron sister, a RhySta short fic that actually made me question myself & why I now lowkey love this crackship😭 but it’s only 2 chapters but it’s so damn good!!

(In progress/unfinished?) - Cupocosmic for A Court of silver night, another RhySta fic that I’ve devoured & considering the trope is a hate sex/cheating/betrayal trope I should be ashamed yet here I am😭

(In progress) - Wildinspring for A Court of sun and stars, a Feylin centric fic that is just utter perfection especially the plot of Rhysand being the villain😁

@courtofwander (Dropdeadedd) for writing these gems:

(Completed) - A Court of gold & ruin (NesLin)

(In progress) - A Court of flames & fury (NesLin, FeyCien & ElSand)

Finished ACOGAR in like a few days & currently reading ACOFAF & I love them both!!😩

(Completed) - @trshtffc for The sorceress which is a Tamlin x OFC & it’s so damn good!!

[yelyahrodrigo]

I saw a description of ACOTAR that said something like "poor, starving, peasant girl kills an innocent person and her punishment for murder is living with a hot, single king on his beautiful estate where she can do literally whatever the hell she wants and she still finds reasons to hate everything" and it just really stood out to me

[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

YOU SHANT DISS “i love you thorns and all” IN MYYYY HOUSEHOLD. “OH BUT RHYS WOULD’VE TORN THE WORLD APART FOR HER” BOOOO BOOOO TOMATOES 🍅🍅🍅🍅 BOOOORRRING. “HE’D END THE WORLD FOR HER” JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER BASIC BITCH DON’T YOU GET IT! SHE’S THE THORN AND HE’S THE ROSE! SHE’S THE ONE DOING THE WORLD TEARING! HE’S THE SHY GUY THAT AWKWARDLY FLIRTS WITH THE FERAL FOREST GIRL! SHE’S THE POSSESSIVE ONE, SHE’S THE ONE THAT GETS JEALOUS EASILY! AUUUGHHH

[ladymidnight-goesforth]

In His Arms

I fell asleep in his arms, and when I awoke a few hours later, we made love again, lazily and intently, a slow-burning smolder to the wildfire of earlier. Once we were both spent, panting and sweat-slicked, we lay in silence for a time, and I breathed in the smell of him, earthy and crisp. I would never be able to capture that—never be able to paint the feel and taste of him, no matter how many times I tried, no matter how many colors I used. ~ A Court of Thorns and Roses, ch. 27

My finished Feylin piece, as promised. ❤️ (The entire piece is below the cut, though. 😘)

I am the artist. Please do not repost.

@bookishfeylin @camelotisshining @feylinweek @feyres-divorce-lawyer @foxcort @positivelyruined @sad-scarred-sassy @shi-daisy

I have been assured that a piece like this isn't too spicy for Tumblr, but hey, it's my first one! Forgive me for being a bit shy about it. 😅

Thank you all for your support. ❤️

[gigi-drxws]

Tamlin and Feyre from the ACOTAR series

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finally finished the first triology and i made some sketches while reading it, this was the coolest one the other one are just head studies and nonesense stuff, tbh im a lil scared of this fandom but i couldnt resist showing you how cool my mind is ngl so enjoy or scroll 🫶🏻

[acourtofmishapandmistakes]

Tamlin to Feyre: I noticed you were wearing open toed shoes.

Feyre:

Tamlin: Since when did you become a whore?

[floweryvibes]

Puppet Darling - Part 8

I am bAAAAAACK. Part 9 coming soon. 

Credit: Inspired by @wallflowers-in-the-wind’s post here.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Warnings: semi graphic descriptions of violence. Angst. Our girls are going through it.

Elain smiled, the sweet air of Autumn filling her nose. 

How lovely. 

She stopped at her makeshift garden, neatly folding her skirts as she knelt to examine the small plants that had begun peeking out from under the soil.

My children are growing perfectly!

Humming softly she began tending to them.

Just you wait Eris. I’ll make a plant so large and so strong it will become carnivorous! 

She had heard of carnivorous plants before. Apparently various regions in the human realms had them. So did the fae courts. However, the ones on this side of the wall were developed due to magical influences while on the other it was due to pure evolution.

Elain certainly found one to be more impressive than the other based on sheer willpower alone, but one was much more compatible with her current project. 

Carefully, she cupped a blue flower in her hands, concentrating as she channeled the power that the cauldron had gifted her. Small strings of life and force stretched and pushed themselves into the flower, pulsing through its veins.

Now…

She carefully twisted the energy, redirecting its path, purpose and function, assigning it a new role entirely based on her whims and desires. The flower trembled, morphing slowly to develop sharper leaves, its structure more elastic than before. 

Elain coughed, feeling blood begin to trickle from her nose.

I should stop for today.

She broke contact with the plant, slowly slowing the outpour of energy before stopping it completely. It hurt like nothing else when she had tried to shut off a connection abruptly. 

Wiping away her bloody nose Elain gazed with pride at the plant, stronger and bluer than before, small ridges having formed along its flowers, curling inward as if it was a mouth.

Soon. 

She giggled. 

Maybe I should show- No. 

Elain quickly shut down the thought. 

They’re too busy right now anyways for something like this. 

Now that she thought of it she hadn’t told anyone about this. Not even Azriel. Though, the closest she had come to telling this to was him and Eris, since they were the only ones to show interest. 

Elain pouted quietly. 

I should have shown Az what I can do. Maybe it would have made things better. After all, the stronger the fae the more respected they were. 

Maybe they would look at me like they look at my sisters then.

Elain blinked as something sparkling caught her eye.

Just beyond the mushrooms surrounding their safehouse was a golden, sparkling flower. 

What a beautiful specimen.

She tilted her head, approaching the border they had been instructed to not cross unless they were traveling with an article of clothing enchanted by Eris to hide their presence. 

Sad he couldn’t enchant all our outfits.

Elain sighed.

One would think that the future High Lord of Autumn would be able to do that, but I guess even he has his limits.

Her eyes remained trained on the flower, glancing to check her surroundings. 

It wouldn’t hurt…to step out for just a minute, right? It’s not like anyone would have to know.

Elain’s first step was hesitant and slow. She listened closely to the forest, straining her ears for any sign that the world was about to go up in flames simply because she disobeyed. 

Nothing changed. 

Sighing with slight relief she rushed over to the flower, poking at it. 

Wow, this texture is amazing. Clearly squishy on the inside yet it has such a rough exterior. I wonder what its properties are. I should replant it and observe what animals try to eat it-

“Elain.”

She jumped slightly at the familiar voice.

“Azriel!” she beamed at the male who approached her, pushing bushes out of his way. 

“Elain, I was so worried about you.”

“O-Oh?” she couldn’t help the blush that quickly spread across her face as he gently grabbed her shoulders.

He’s so close-

“Are you alright?”

“I…yes. I am okay.” she nodded, smiling eagerly.

He sighed, mirroring her smile, “I am glad. We were all so scared when we heard you had left.”

“I am sorry, I would have told you if I had the choice.” Elain sighed, “My sisters insisted we leave on this secret vacation without telling any of you.”

“That’s…a bit insane.”

“That’s what I tried to tell them!”

Finally, someone with reason!

Elain felt validated, “It’s in one ear and out the other.”

“So you didn’t really want to go with them?” his voice turned softer.

“Oh, no. Um, not really.” she shyly looked away, “If it was up to me I would have told you.”

“I know.”

Elain prayed to the Mother that her face didn’t look like a complete tomato as the shadowsinger brushed a lock of hair out of her face.

“I trust you Elain.”

“Haa…at least someone does.”

“What’s wrong?”

Gosh, how is he so…perfect?!

“It’s just ever since we ran I feel like things have gotten worse…and also better?”

“Worse?”

“But also better!” she waved her hands, “It’s just…it feels like our dynamics are constantly changing and I don’t know where I stand in all this. One minute Feyre and Nesta are at each other's throats. Next Feyre is begging for forgiveness. The Nesta is just silently brooding. Now they’re friends again. They slept in the same bed the past several days Az!”

I had to sleep alone.

Elain’s voice quieted.

Am I not enough for them?

“Elain…” Azriel softened.

“I hate being in the middle. I hate being stuck between them. I hate being pulled from side to side like someone’s favorite toy.” she sniffled. 

At least plants don’t have such concepts. They just grow. They need water and sunlight to be happy. It’s such a simple and straightforward relationship.

Elain hated her wish, but sometimes she wanted her sisters to be more like the flowers she took care of; direct and less complicated. 

“I can take you home.” he took her hand into his.

“Az-”

“I promise it’s not trouble.”

Elain squeezed his hand, but her eyes glanced back at the garden that she had planted within their safe haven.

“I…”

“Yes?”

She shifted slightly.

Was that impatience in his voice?

Elain examined Azriel’s face, but the hint of annoyance that she spotted was gone.

“I would love to go back…but I think I should stay here.”

“But they’re not treating you kindly!”

“They’re not treating me rudely either.”

“Great, so they’re indifferent.” he huffed.

“Despite things being tense, Nesta and Feyre are actually getting along.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah! I think Feyre is healing from whatever she went through, and Nesta feels more calm. She’s not lashing out and the two are a lot more soft around each other.”

Both of those things are miracles and I don’t want them to end.

Elain smiled.

If my sisters were more like plants…I wouldn’t get to experience such happiness when we finally resolve a conflict.

“Is that so?”

She tilted her head. The male wore a smile but something was off about it.

Why don’t you sound happy about it?

“Sorry, I just struggle to believe that Nesta changed so quickly.”

“Well, she didn’t change fully.”

“Did she hurt you?” he took a step forward.

“What? No, that’s not what I meant.” Elain was confused by his concern.

How was that related to what I just said?

“What I mean,” she quickly clarified, “Is that she still is quite direct with her language and she doesn’t really sugarcoat but I can see that she is trying to do better!”

“Trying is not enough.”

“What do you mean?‘ Elain blinked.

“She should provide results of improved behaviour.”

You sound like a prison warden.

“She has though, and-and I want to support her as she continues to improve! These things take time!”

Flowers need time to fully bloom, you can’t rush them.

Azriel glared at her but quickly broke eye contact, “Sorry.”

“Az?”

“I didn’t mean to disturb you…”

Her heart clenched at his fallen expression.

“No, no you didn’t do anything bad.” she quickly tried to comfort him, gently hugging his arm, “It’s okay, really. I am glad you came to visit.”

“Then…please, won’t you come?” he looked at her pleadingly.

“Az…I-”

“Please.”

She gasped as the male knelt before her. 

“I miss you.”

She felt her face grow hotter.

He took her hands into his, pressing a kiss to her knuckles, his eyes gazing up at her with an intensity previously missing.

“You…you could come with me instead!” she quickly offered.

That would be a great idea! We need additional protection and Azriel is a great fighter.

Azriel kissed her hand again, “I am afraid that’s not possible Elain.”

“What do you mean? Our safehouse isn’t far from here.”

“I know.”

She tensed. 

“Then…why not?”

How…did you know where we are?

“You have to come home with me Elain.”

“I….”

“Elain.”

She spun around to face the new male. 

“Lucien?”

“Elain, step away from him.” Lucien raised his sword.

“Wha-”

“Since when do you have the right to order her around?” Azriel growled.

The ginger ignored the Illyrian, focusing on Elain, “Step away from him.”

What if I don’t want to?

As if hearing her thoughts Lucien added on, “He is going to take you back to the Night Court.”

“Well, what if I want to go back?”

“He’s not about to give you a choice.”

“Lucien, what are you talking about?” Elain was growing annoyed.

Of all the ways to try and paint this male to be unworthy of me, this is how you try to do it?

“We were just having a discussion about this. Nothing forceful there.”

“Elain, he is most likely here under Rhysand’s orders.”

“What?”

“His plan was always to take you back.” Lucien met Azriel’s dark eyes, “He was never planning on leaving without you.”

“That’s not true.” Elain turned around to Azriel, “Tell him that’s not tru-” she paused.

Azriel no longer wore the sweet, pleading expression 

It was cold.

“Az…?”

“Vanserras…you have always been little pests.”

Lucien glared, “I prefer to call us resilient.”

“Hmm…changing the word doesn’t make a cockroach less of a disgusting bug than it is in reality.”

Elain took a step back.

Azriel’s eyes snapped to her, “Where are you going?”

“Home…”

“Don’t be silly.” the smile that covered his face was not pleasant, “You know that little cottage is no home.”

“How…how did you know where we were?” she whispered.

“A shadowsinger always knows where the light is.” Azriel said plainly, “Because his shadows never reach that way.”

Lucien tensed, “Elain get behind me.”

Elain took another step back, jumping slightly as Azriel matched her movements. She felt small.

“Elain-”

“I am not going back…” she said softly.

Azriel sighed, “I was afraid you would say that.”

She yelped as Lucien appeared beside her, barely in time to block Azriel’s attempt to grab her.

“Elain, run!”

Elain didn’t need to be told twice as she sprinted away from the two men, back to the safehouse.

I have to tell Feyre and Nesta what’s happe-

Feyre sighed as she sat down on the couch, Nesta joining her with two smoothies. She hadn’t felt so clean in weeks. She had told her sister of how Rhysand was constantly tugging on the mating bond, leading to Nesta helping her bathe. Feyre then helped her back in turn.

“I added strawberries this time.” Nesta sipped her drink.

“Did Elain grow them?”

“Yeah.”

Feyre smiled, “They taste sweet.”

“They do.” Nesta nodded, “She mentioned she also grew veggies.”

“We should visit her garden.”

“We should.”

The two sat in silence, watching Nyx crawl clumsily across the floor, tugging along a rabbit plushie.

A knock broke them out of their reverie.

“Must be Tamlin.”

“I wonder how his meeting with Eris went.”

“They’ve been gone for a while now.”

“About a week?”

“Bet they were doing something stupid.” Nesta hummed.

Feyre felt her heart stop as she opened the door.

“Hello Feyre.” Mor smiled politely, dressed in one of her countless red dresses, “Long time no see.”

Feyre couldn’t breathe.

The fae smiled coyly, “How’s Nyx?”

Feyre felt herself get pulled back by a strong hand, Nesta stepping in front of her, holding a sword, “Get the fuck out.”

How did she find us?

Feyre backed away as the blonde fae stepped inside the cottage.

“What a poor excuse of a house.” Mor smiled, “You really like this? Over a palace?”

Feyre glared, cradling Nyx close to her who stared at the adults in confusion.

“Guess roots are impossible to bury, hm?” Mor giggled, not even flinching as Nesta’s cold blade pressed against her neck.

“How are you here?” Nesta growled.

“What a rude welcome.” Mor sighed, “I’ll make this short and simple for you. We have Lucien and Elain in custody thanks to Azriel. I suggest you don’t test my patience and come quietly.”

“Mor…” Feyre tried to explain, “Mor you don’t understand. You don’t understand what he has been doing. Rhys is a monster. He used his powers on me for years! He-”

“I know.”

“Eh?”

Mor smiled sadly, “You really are foolish. No wonder he targeted you.”

What?

Mor tilted her head, the movement akin to a bird, “Unlike you Feyre, I am not stupid. I know my cousin well.”

“Then why…why are you doing this?”

Why won’t you let us go?

“If I don’t help him then it is my head that goes rolling.” Mor’s smile didn’t fade, “And frankly, I would rather it be yours than mine. I need his protection.”

Nesta barely had time to react as Mor’s talons swiped at her face.

“Feyre run!” Nesta yelled, 

“I-”

“Protect Nyx!”

Feyre forced her legs to move as she ran deeper into the house, unsure of what to do. Their safehouse had been compromised. Elain and Lucien had been taken.

The sounds of clashing swords and crashing furniture made Cosette scramble as she set Nyx down into a crib. 

 I have to help Nesta.

Grabbing another sword, one of the many that Eris had given Nesta to train with, she rushed back to the living room.

Nesta slashed at Mor but the blonde fae practically danced out of the way, her movements smooth and practiced.

Feyre attacked from behind, leaving a tear in the bottom part of Morrigan’s dress.

Mor tsked, “How annoying.”

“You’re outnumbered.” Nesta said confidently, “You should leave before you get hurt.”

Mor shook her head, as if she was talking to children, “I appreciate your concern Nesta but it’s unfounded.” the fae snapped her fingers, plunging the room into darkness.

“Shit.” Nesta muttered.

Feyre couldn’t tell exactly where the sound came from, but she attempted to make her way over, stumbling as she walked into a table. 

“Numbers matter very little when your opponents act like stupid animals.” Mor’s voice in Feyre’s ear made her shiver. She turned around, swinging in the direction she had heard her.

“Just try to get me.” Mor challenged them.

Feyre spun around, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from.

Did she create a space vacuum?

“Feyre, stay still, I am going to try and make my way over to you!” Nesta cried out, her voice distant.

“I am here!” Feyre yelled back.

“And I am right beside you.” Feyre swung her sword as she felt Mor next to her.

“Too slow.”

Feyre gritted her teeth, swinging again.

“What poor aim, how did you even hunt before?” Morrigan sneered, “By boring the wolves to death?”

“Gotcha!” Feyre stabbed at the voice taunting her, feeling her blade sink into warm skin.

“Did you though?”

The dark dome around them disappeared to reveal the room again.

Nesta coughed up blood, grabbing at her stomach.

Feyre let go of her sword in shock.

“Feyre…” her sister croaked.

“Guess all that training was for nothing.” Mor leaned against the wall of their kitchen.

Nesta collapsed.

Nesta. Oh…

Feyre couldn’t move. 

This power felt too similar to his. 

Just as slimy.

Just as malicious.

Feyre knelt by her sister, “I am sorry…I am so sorry…I…”

“I wonder what expression Cassian will make when he sees your sister in such a state, Feyre.”

Feyre cried.

“Spatial manipulation is truly something.” Mor pushed off the wall, approaching the pair, “It’s time to go Feyre.”

“You hurt her…”

“No, Feyre, you are the one who stabbed her.” Mor smiled cruelly, “Don’t pin your sins on me.”

Feyre stared at her.

“I mean really…I hate my family and I haven't even stabbed my father in such a brutal way.”

“It was you. You’re the one who stabbed her.” Feyre stood up.

“Who was the one who was holding the sword?” Mor rolled her eyes.

“It was you!” Feyre screeched, lunging at the fae, no proper plan in mind.

“How pa-” Mor didn’t get to finish her sentence as a giant paw slammed her face into the ground.

I’ll kill you.

Feyre wasn’t sure what was happening, but she sunk her now sharp teeth into Morrigan’s shoulder.

The fae screamed, trying to break free but to no avail. Feyre held her down, scratching and biting, a bloody mess beginning to form below her.

Feyre smashed the faerie’s face into the floor, biting again.

I’ll kill you.

Nesta’s pained expression flashed in her mind.

Why didn’t you stab me back?

Feyre roared, claws sinking into flesh.

I’ll kill you.

I’ll tear you to shreds.

I want you to die.

You have to die.

Feyre wasn’t sure when Morrigan’s body stopped struggling against the onslaught of attacks but she only stopped when the door to the cabin creaked open.

Intruders.

She backed away to stand over Nesta.

I can’t let them hurt her.

“Alright party fae, time to celebra-” Eris stopped mid step, one hand carrying an expensive bottle of wine and the other “Holy shit.”

Feyre growled.

“Um. Easy there.”

The growl only grew louder.

“Eris, move. It’s cold outside, and what in the hells is that noise?” Tamlin pushed past the Autumn heir, staring at the scene before him.

“Oh.”

“Oh indeed, can the Archeron sisters do anything about destroying half of my furniture in the process?”

Tamlin narrowed his eyes at Feyre.

She growled, her body covering Nesta’s.

“Feyre can you detransform?”

Intruders.

“Nesta is hurt.” Eris attempted to approach the fae but Feyre instantly snapped at him.

Don’t you dare touch her. 

“Feyre, Eris just wants to help.”

You’re lying. You all are lying. You’re going to hurt us.

“Feyre, she’s bleeding out.” Tamlin’s tone was soft.

Just like his. Just like his voice whenever he wanted something.

“She needs to be treated.”

Feyre looked down at Nesta. She was still breathing, albeit shallowly.

“Eris, I am going to distract her, go when you have an opening.”

The Autumn prince nodded, assuming a battle stance.

“Feyre.” Tamlin took a step forward.

She growled.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

That’s what they all say.

She felt a small whimper escape her as the fae grabbed her snout and front paw, shoving her to the side. Eris immediately made the dash to Nesta, checking over her. 

Mor shifted slightly.

“Shi-” Eris attempted to grab at the bloodied female, but before he could she had turned into a crow with messed up wings and hopped towards the window. He immediately shot several fireballs at her to prevent escape.

Not on my watch. 

Feyre lunged at the bird, breaking a few chairs as she pounced. But she was too slow. The bird had hopped onto the window and winnowed away within seconds, only a few droplets of blood and feathers remaining as evidence of her past presence.

Feyre’s eyes settled on Eris, attempting to pounce, but Tamlin’s strong arms held her back.

“Feyre.”

She struggled.

“Feyre!”

She felt his presence as a High Lord attempted to subdue her but that only made another wave of panic pass through her, even if her limbs went slightly limp.

“Feyre I need you to focus.”

Focus on what?! My sister is hurt!

“Try to concentrate on your body.”

Feyre lunged, trying to scratch and bite him but the male simply dodges, grabbing her snout and forcing her face to look at him.

“Listen to me.”

She tried to bite again but he easily maneuvered himself out of the way.

“I know it’s scary but you need to calm down.”

Calm down? Calm down?! Nesta is hurt! I hurt her! Mor was here! And Elain has been taken!

“Breathe in.”

Feyre shuddered.

“Good, now out.”

She sniffled.

Why don’t I sound right?

She stared down, her eyes widening as she was met with giant paws instead of arms.

“Probably should have taught you how to do this huh…” the High Lord in front of her muttered softly, “Sorry about that.”

Feyre tried to pull away as panic began to creep up her throat but he held her still.

“I am going to shift you back.”

She tried to shake her head.

I need to protect Nesta.

“Feyre, you’re safe. Nesta is safe.” he let her look, “See? Eris is tending to her wounds.”

Feyre looked back at the Autumn fae, who had moved her sister to the couch, her wounds bandaged and treated.

“It was scary for me the first time too.” Tamlin brought her attention back to himself, “The new body is overwhelming. Luckily, you don’t have to figure out how to turn back right this instant.”

She tried to back away but he held her in place.

“I need you to be calm however for me to turn you back.” he said.

How can I be calm?!

Despite her sporadic thoughts Feyre found herself breathing more and more evenly.

“Good. See? Not too bad.”

He loosened his hold on her body, permitting her snout to move slightly as he cupped her face, concentrating.

Feyre gasped for air as she felt her hands become hands once more.

“I have got you.” Tamlin caught her as she collapsed, murmuring something she couldn't decipher, as the world around her filtered in and out of focus.

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[siriuslyobsessedwithfiction]

Unhinged rating of SJM characters' ships from someone who hasn't read any of the books.

(Purely based on posts I've seen on social media. This is what I think of the ships based on what the fandom says about them. This is not a serious rating, obviously, since I haven't read a single book of hers or even a fanfic based on those.)

1.. Feysand 3/10

I've seen people say he drugged her and forced her to perform a lap dance and he twisted her broken arm until she agreed to a deal with him. And that after they got together, he didn't tell her that her pregnancy could kill her because the baby couldn't come out with wings.

2.. Feyre and Tamlin 5/10

I have seen people shit on Tamlin for being the worst, but I've never seen anyone provide direct examples from text. All people say is that he's very toxic and that he wanted to imprison Feyre in his house. But she was in danger? And she was a 19 illiterate peasant girl and there were centuries old fearies who wanted to harm her?? Maybe prioritize your safety for the time being, girl? Idk, maybe Tamlin did some other worse things, but if his list of crimes against feminism only consists of this, then he's not that bad.

3.. Nesta and Cassian 2/10

I'm sorry, I don't see the appeal. Nesta needed therapy, not Cassian. If Nesta was Lady Death and Cassian stood by her side ready to bathe in her enemies' blood, I'd dig it. But I've heard Nesta loses her powers?!!!... No. Just no. Also, Cassian has internalized bastard phobia he had centuries to get over and he still hasn't. We do not tolerate bastard slander in this court. It's not a personality trait. And he laughed when she fell down the stairs??

4.. Nesta and Eris 9/10

These two would slay sooooo hardddd!!!... The amount of cunt they would serve. Drink wine and talk shit together. Also, they fit together more. Autumn court would show Nesta that even death and decay can be beautiful. Not every Archeron sister needs to be paired with a Bat boy.

5.. Gwyn and Azriel 4/10

I mean, sure, but why? No spice, no salt, no nothing. They had completely normal boring interactions. Not much potential here.

6.. Elain and Azriel 7/10

Is flower girl/warrior boy cliché? Yes. Do I care? Not really. Azriel seems a level-headed guy in general and he's more open to Elain than Gwyn. Also, there are already parallels with Rosehall and Elain being compared to a rose.

7.. Elain and Lucien

No rating because I'm very confused about these two. Why is she even Lucien's mate?

8.. Aelin and Sam 8/10

They were cute. He seemed like a good guy. He loved Celeana, he would've loved Aelin.

9.. Aelin and Chaol 5/10

I have no idea who this guy is. No disrespect. I gave a middle score.

10.. Aelin and Dorian 6/10

They're better off as besties. They're both in line for their own thrones, so it would complicate things.

11.. Manon and Dorian 9/10

Dare I say, they'd be the kinkiest couple? Pop off. Love it. Zero notes.

12.. Aelin and Rowan 6/10

Aelin only settled for Rowan because she was too tired for something else. Bold statement from someone who has no idea what she's talking about. But I just get these vibes. They were both damaged and tired people. Aelin still deserved more empathy. I've heard he once hit her out of anger. And kept saying he would never love her like he loved her ex.

[sukaaxo]

does anyone else find the High Lords forgiving Rhys so quickly at the meeting but convinced Tamlin was evil as just a really ridiculous attempt by SJM to really reinforce Rhys as the ‘good guy’??

like let’s look at it from Prythians pov -

Rhys. the most feared High Lord. his court known for leaving no survivors. <500> years of known torturing and murdering anyone who crosses him. leaves dead bodies in peoples courts for the jokes. aligned with Amarantha nearly immediately and completed all the tasks she requested of him. was a bitch to everyone who came across him. literally kidnapped Feyre.

Tamlin. the High Lord who didn’t want the role. plays the fiddle with his people and allows them to roam around his manor. took in Lucien and other fae and gave them a home with no complaints nor compensation. never trusted Amarantha and told her he’d rather be with a human than her ass. spent years refusing to send his friends to their deaths and to force a human into his lands. sent said human home to save her even if it meant him having to be with Amarantha. refused to acknowledge said human when she went UTM so that she wouldn’t be harmed. killed Amarantha.

yet Rhys waltzes in, shows his wings and goes ‘lol it was all a lie guys, im acc a nice guy’ and the High Lords are all like ‘omg yes queen, hooray we love u’ but Tamlin goes to Hybern for 5 mins to save his fiancé and they’re like ‘ew he’s so evil, we hate him and will never forgive him’

lol ok

[theegemini92]

It’s been a minute on here but I’m back full swing. After a reread of ACOTAR I wanted to point out somethings. I will strictly dedicate a whole lot more to my HL OF SPRING 🥰

Is Tamlin an ALPHA BRO?

I hate seeing videos of women put this guy in certain spaces and call him a narc when he’s Infact far from that. Which males do we see dominate and are called ALPHA A HOLES? The batboys..

What Tamlin has done that don’t fit the gender male alpha norm:

• writes poetry

• he plays the fiddle

• dances all night long with ferret.

• they don’t open up and talk about their emotions because it makes them look weak? Tamlin opens up to feyfoo about his childhood

• Tam feeds and clothes her, not his mother’s clothes mind you because he doesn’t have mummy issues.

• he didn’t want the crown of high lord which sons have killed themselves for in prythian. Or any normal man seeking to take over his dad’s company to prove himself.

Are these not the things these alpha red pill idiots spout online? They would never do this with women because it’s what SIMPS do?

The only thing that these little minded people use against him with a gender role is when feyho asked about being high lady and he said there’s no such thing. And there wasn’t TO HIS KNOWLEDGE. He being the last son meant his education was not as extensive as Rapesand who is an only son. So many of the things he had to learn on his own as he went.

[creativelydani]

Not to be a Tamlin apologist but have y’all considered that maybe it didn’t occur to him to make Feyre High Lady not bc of tradition but also bc he never wanted to be High Lord?

Like Rhys trained and prepared his whole life to be High Lord. He’s comfortable in that role. Of course he would want to raise the woman he loves to an equal station (wherever Feyre lacks in knowledge or decorum, he assumes he can make up for it).

Tamlin is a “half-beast” by most standards and fucking hates being a High Lord bc that’s just not where his heart is. Like he loves his court but does not care for his role.

If Feyre had WANTED to be High Lady (which at the time she didn’t), I think Tamlin would’ve been amenable to it, but I think both him and Lucien would probably want Feyre to train for the role. Tamlin was unprepared when he gained the huge responsibility of being High Lord! He wouldn’t put the woman he loves in that position!

Anyway, enjoy today’s ACOTAR overthinking.

[bookishfeylin]

It'll never NOT be fascinating to me that the romance between a feral half-starved human girl and her High Lord bf who fell for her as she was half-starved and because she was feral is written off as him thinking she'll play his perfect little cute housewife lmao

[elysian101]

For Tamlin … for Tamlin, I would sell my soul; I would give up everything I had for him to be free.

• Feyre, A court of thorns and roses - Sarah J. Maas