#tamgwyn

[shadowqueenjude]

For Day 3 of @gwynweekofficial Priestess

Written for my bestie @positivelyruined :) somewhat a continuation of this short story but it takes place centuries later (you don’t have to read both)

Warnings: this will be from Tamlin’s POV so he will harbor some bitter feelings for the Inner Circle; also there will be some discussion about rape. Otherwise enjoy!

Princes High Lords can play music too!

Tamlin stared glumly at his ruined manor for the one hundred millionth time. He was completely alone in this world. It was partially his own fault, no doubt. He had done wrong by Feyre, but…he hadn’t expected the well of her anger to go so deep. In fact, he strongly suspected it didn’t. Feyre must have been drawing from Rhysand’s well of anger, which when it came to Tamlin, must run deep. They had ancient history, history nearly 20 times Feyre’s age. Rhysand had warned him that he could keep a grudge unto death, but Tamlin didn’t realize that was quite so…literal.

As for Lucien, he had no one to blame but himself. He had pushed him away himself for fear that Lucien would choose to abandon him. It would hurt more if he left of his own volition. It was stupid, but this way at least Tamlin knew Lucien had still cared. Even if Lucien hadn’t come back in some time.

Self-pity did him no good, but it was difficult not to wallow in it. Tamlin stood up and walked out of the house. Some fresh air and sunshine would do him some good.

He was just about to shapeshift into his beast form when he heard heavenly voices. There was only one chorus that could make such a sound: the priestesses of Prythian.

They had returned to Spring.

Typically, the priestesses lived in Sangravah, but a certain number of priestesses were assigned to each of the courts. Tamlin hadn’t seen the priestesses here in ages. Oh how he longed to get closer…

He used to sneak up on the priestesses in cat form to listen to them sing. He had only ever been caught once, on one of the best and worst days of his life.

Well, he didn’t suppose the priestesses would wish to see him in his High Fae form, given the reputation the cursebreaker had worked to establish to his detriment. So, he shapeshifted into a cat, moving to sit in the trees nearby the priestesses singing.

“You see that?” A dusky priestess, who seemed to be the leader, said. “See how the land responds to our song? Your voices are magic, ladies. Come, let us sing again.”

Tamlin stretched out his little legs as he relaxed his body to listen to the songs. Ahhhh, so melodic. He ought to pull out his fiddle, speaking of. He hadn’t played in so long…

A stunning priestess with long red waves cascading down her back and eyes the color of the sea spotted him. Her expression turned shrewd as she whispered something to the other priestesses before breaking formation. Uh oh. Tamlin tried to run away, but the priestess grabbed him by the scruff of his neck so that he could not. This position was rather familiar. The female smiled at him before she whispered to him, “You make an adorable kitty, High Lord.”

Tamlin sheepishly shapeshifted back into his faerie body, fully aware that his cheeks were red as tomatoes. “I know you probably think I’m peeping at the ladies or something,” Tamlin mumbled, “but I just really love priestess music, I’ve been sneaking into their performances practically since I was born since I was rarely allowed to practice my music as a prince it was nice for me to see others living out their dreams, I swear-“

Then to his utter shock, the priestess burst out laughing. “You, a High Lord, are trying to explain yourself to me, a mere priestess, after I grabbed you by your neck.”

Tamlin shook his head in earnest. “I have utmost respect for all priestesses. The High Priestess Ianthe was once a close friend of mine, before…” he trailed off, because trusting Ianthe had been one of the biggest mistakes of his life.

The priestess studied him carefully from head to toe. After examining him, she shrugged. “You do not seem anything like I thought you would be.”

Tamlin raised a brow. “How did you think I would be?” The priestess shrugged, an impish grin spreading over her face. “More grumpy.”

The response was so blunt that Tamlin could not help it. He burst out laughing, bending over his knees as his stomach began to hurt and he began to wheeze. “I am afraid you know people who dislike me greatly. I cannot help their opinion of me. But I hope you will endeavor to form your opinion based on what you know, not what they tell you.”

The priestess smiled winningly at him, offering a hand. “My name is Gwyneth, by the way. It is a pleasure.” Tamlin stared at her hand blankly before Gwyneth sighed, slapping her hand against his and gripping his fingers, moving their hands up and down.

“That, my friend, is called a handshake,” Gwyneth tittered, pulling her hand away to begin braiding her hair back. What a horrifying thing a handshake was, Tamlin thought. “And my dear friend, who I shall not name, also told me that she would not be a very easy person to like when we first met. So I offer you the same thing I offered her: I do not need to be coddled. Only spoken to like a person.” Gwyneth’s grin was so infectious that Tamlin could not help but smile back.

“I am Tamlin, High Lord of Spring. Not long ago, I was the last High Lord standing strong against Amarantha. She demanded I submit to her, and when I refused, I was tasked with getting a human to fall in love with me before fifty years ended, after which I was to go to her under the mountain. After Rhysand spotted my human, the last hope of Prythian, Feyre in Spring, I feared for her life and sent her home. Meanwhile, I went under the mountain to face Amarantha, who desired me with her whole wicked heart. And take me she did, over and over, against my will. All because I refused to submit to her. And well, maybe I made mistakes after all of that. But nobody even gave me the chance to rectify them. No, the second I slipped a little bit, they shoved me off the side of the cliff.”

Gwyneth was staring at Tamlin like she understood everything he was talking about. She responded, “I am Gwyneth Berdara, a priestess of Prythian. I grew up in Sangravah and lived there until a couple of years ago when Hybern invaded my home. I helped smuggle the children out through a catacomb, but I was unable to escape for I was hiding the secret passageway when their soldiers came. They demanded I tell them where the children are, and when I refused, they killed my twin sister. Those soldiers plundered our homes, raped the ladies, including myself, combined with torture for days. After I was rescued and brought to Night, I spent a long time hiding in an underground library before my friends brought me into the light.”

Wow. They were so similar in so many ways…

Gwyneth reached her hand out again, grasping Tamlin’s in reassurance. “I do not think you are an irredeemable monster. I just think you need a friend.”

Tears began to flow into Tamlin’s eyes. He didn’t realize how much he needed to hear those words until Gwyneth spoke them to him. “Can I hug you?” Tamlin choked. In response, Gwyneth wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly.

“After your rehearsal,”. Tamlin murmured, “I could…show you my library. Also maybe play some fiddle for you, if you’d like.” Was that too forward? He was so far out of practice when it came to making friends. He hadn’t felt the need since Lucien…

Gwyneth, to his relief, laughed with glee. “That would be a delight, Tamlin.”

[thehighlordofspring]

Welcome! This is an independent roleplay (written & visual narration) blog of Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, from the ACOTAR series. | This character was created and then slaughtered by Sarah J. Maas. The writing will be a mix of canon and non-canon compliant. All original writing here is penned by CeCe. My main blog is @positivelyruined and my original writing blog is @ruinedruminations.

I am a pro-Tamlin writer. I will not tolerate character bashing. As most pro-Tamlin fans are, I am anti-feysand.

My accepted ships include: Feylin, Tamcien, Feytamcien, Tamgwyn, Tamlin x OC.

Pairing possibilities that I will be picky about: Brilin, Tamlin x OC,

I am willing to work with any of these; however, please don’t force a ship on me as a writer.

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[positivelyruined]

So — there was a lot of interest in my Tamgwyn post! 👀

Would people read Tamgwyn oneshots, if I write them?

[thehighlordofspring]

i know you have tamgwyn on your ship list but would you ever consider possibly writing tamerie or neslin to complete the tamlin x valkyries ship possibilities?

Hi, Anon! Thanks for asking! I could possibly add Neslin to my list of possibilities. I have inclinations towards it as a ship after reading something for it from TamlinWeek! This was the fic, “Bloom” by @praetorqueenreyna!

I do feel confident in my ability to pull of writing Nesta as a character; but I would appreciate a prompt idea. I don’t personally have many ideas of them interacting. The prompts I reblog are all things I find interesting.

This wouldn’t go high on my list of priorities for writing, but it is something I would consider!

As for Tamerie, I don’t personally ship that one. Though, I can see why. Tamlin is just so easy to love ship.

[shadowqueenjude]

TAMGWYN HAHAHAHA I REMEMBER WE CAME UP WITH THIS ONE THE NIGHTFURY AND THE LIGHTFURY DUO

ACOTAR ROLEPLAYERS AND NON-ROLEPLAYERS

Please give me the most random Acotar ships ever!

For example: Vasriel (vassa and az)

@achaotichuman @shadowbabiesdaddy @fell-in-luvs @thesingingpriestess @futureautumnhighlord and anyone else I’m too lazy to tag

[thehighlordofspring]

{ If you like my writing, please send me writing prompts! Here is what I write:

Tamlin, High Lord of Spring.

Tamlin + his family

Tamlin + the Archeron Sisters

Tamlin + Lucien

Tamlin + others (Potentially? Suggest.)

Feylin

Tamcien

Eltamcien

Tamgwyn

Brilin

Any reblogged prompts.}

[positivelyruined]

So, along with my long lasting Feylin and Tamcien ships, I now am hardcore into Tamgwyn.

— two hardcore introverts

— both like quiet hobbies, especially reading

— both have similar trauma and need nightmare comfort

— both need to stay the H E L L away from the night court and IC

— both have each like one friend maybe two (Nesta, Lucien)

— Tamlin is clearly into redheads, ok?

bonus:

now I have a chance to use these pictures of Luke and his real gf Kirby.