#if anyone has anything bad to say about tamlin I’ll start committing crimes

[vanserragony]

Tamlin waking up to drool smeared across his chest, fingers entwined in a mess of long red strands. Tamlin waking up to strong arms wrapped around and under his waist, Lucien’s heartbeat pounding steadily where his chest presses to Tamlin’s stomach. Tamlin waking up to the smell of cinnamon and cedar and earth and him. Tamlin waking up to the sound of a soft sleepy groan and the feeling of legs stretching, dragging down across his own as those arms tighten around his waist and that soft hair presses closer into his shoulder. Tamlin waking up to warm wet lips brushing a kiss under his jaw and murmuring a gentle “good morning you”. Tamlin finally getting that gentleness and safety and warmth and companionship and love and someone to take care of who will take care of him right back.