#tamlin's daughter dahlia

[achaotichuman]

The Dahlia Flower- Beauty, commitment and kindness

A/N: For @matrixsss 10 day writing challenge! I started writing this one also a little while ago, and this was the perfect excuse to finish it, I hope yall enjoy!

Summary: Lucien is getting a bouquet as a gift for Eris' engagement. Just a quick stop to the florist shop will all this will be. But the florist is kind of cute though, and his little girl who insists on breaking all her fathers rules seems delighted to bring them together.

The bell of the small flower shop door rang as Lucien pushed it open, in an instant he was hit by the smell of pollen wafting through the air. The shop itself was decorated in an antique style, with oak wood counters and tin buckets holding large bouquets of all kinds of flowers, most of which he didn’t know the names of. The variety of colours was eye-catching and fought for your attention, you could easily get lost in the hundreds of blooms. 

The red-head walked up to one of the bigger bouquets, it was beautifully made, arranged with soft pastel colours, the occasional pop of bright yellow or dark blue scattered throughout. He dragged a finger down the soft petals of one of the sunflowers. 

No price was listed at the bottom, so he walked further into the shop to try and find the shopkeeper. 

No one was standing at the desk, the shop was quiet. Lucien bobbed his head around the flowers and shelves trying to see if anyone at all was here. The sign said they were open, maybe they’d popped out for a moment? 

“Is anyone here?” He called out, leaning slightly over the counter in a last ditch effort to find someone. 

Lucien then yelped and nearly fell back as a head of hair jumped up from behind the counter. 

“Hi!” A little girl squealed as she tried to stand up high enough to see over the counter, her small arms grabbing onto the edge trying to pull herself up. 

“Oh… hi?” Lucien said tentatively, “Is… do you have a grownup here, sweetie?”

“Daddy went out the back, he said I had to stay in the lunch room but I wanted to help out in the shop.” She explained, giving up on seeing over the counter and running around to see him properly instead. 

She was a small thing, maybe only six or seven? With loose curly blond hair and big green eyes that shined up at him, she was wearing a green linen dress with what looked like hand embroidered flowers on the breast pocket, her feet stomped with yellow rain boots, half-covering rainbow striped leggings. 

“Name’s Dahlia!” She announced, walking boldly up to him and sticking her hand out, “What’s your name?”

Right as Lucien started contemplating whether he should leave or shake her tiny kid hand, someone came bolting from a closed wooden door behind the counter. 

“Dahlia!” A man shouted, Lucien looked up, and for a second in time, his heart stopped. 

“Daddy!” Dahlia grinned broadly running up to her father. 

He swooped her up into his arms, carrying her on his side as he started chastising her, “I told you to stay out the back, you told me you were responsible enough to stay put.”

“I’m sorry.” Dahlia said, most certainly not sorry in the slightest. 

Dahlia’s father looked like he might keep going when he seemed to finally remember Lucien was still in front of him. His face went pink, as he quickly turned back to the customer. 

“I am so sorry about her. School’s out today and I couldn’t get a babysitter.”

“It’s alright.” Lucien said smoothly, “She was a wonderful cashier.”

Dahlia smiled so brightly, putting her hands on her hips as she proclaimed, “See daddy, I can run the shop!”

“Alright, well how about you run the shop out back.” He said, putting her down and pushing Dahlia in the direction of the back room, she pouted and looked as though she would start protesting, but her father shot her a look, and she stomped out back, grumbling angrily as she did so. 

“Oh my Lord.” Dahlia’s father muttered, turning back to Lucien, “I am so so sorry-”

“Don’t be, she was very good at her job.” Lucien laughed, still feeling his heart pound against his will as he looked the man in front of him up and down. 

“Her job was supposed to be having lunch while I finished up an order, but…” He shook his head. Lucien laughed. 

“I’m Lucien by the way.” Lucien said, holding out his hand, “You’re the owner?”

He took his head, his hands were calloused and his grip was strong, “Good to meet you Lucien, yeah I’m the owner, name’s Tamlin.”

Tamlin…

Dahlia looked to be an exact copy of him, they both shared the same long blond hair, bright green eyes and pale skin. He stood taller than Lucien, filling out his shirt with toned muscle, standing confidently, his gaze quietly assessing. 

He was beautiful. 

“Was there anything I could help you with?” Tamlin asked. 

Lucien then realised he was blushing, he quickly turned his head down, but pointed towards the bouquet he’d been looking at earlier, “That bouquet, I wanted to know the price.”

“Oh that one, yes. It’s gorgeous.” Tamlin said, “That one in particular has already been sold this morning, they’ll be picking it up later this evening, but we can see about ordering you one. You can pick the flowers, the colour scheme yourself if its only the style you like, but if it's the colours you like we can do the same.”

Lucien thought for a moment, “How about we do the same style with a different colour scheme?”

“Perfect!” He said, ducking behind the counter to pull out a notebook and pen, “What kind of colours were you thinking?”

“Uhm, lots of really warm tones, lots of reds and oranges, yellows and gold, maybe some browns?”

Tamlin nodded, jotting down several notes, “We can add in some brown foliage. Arrange it around the edge of the bouquet. Autumn leaves would look nice.”

“Yes,” Lucien immediately agreed, “It’s for my brother, he just got engaged. His favourite season’s Autumn.”

“Well congratulations to him.” Tamlin smiled warmly. The green in his eyes seemed to brighten, like the deep green of fresh budding leaves on a sunny spring day. “Alright, I can get out a few samples of flowers I think would look great in this.”

“Lead the way.” Lucien said, feeling uncharacteristically hot beneath his shirt. 

They spent a half hour looking at a few different flowers, Lucien listened intently as Tamlin talked about how the different colours would look together and how they would sit in the style he wanted, he also talked about the meaning of some and how they could add an extra layer of symbolism to the gift especially if it was for an engagement. In the short time Lucien spent with the man, he learned just how much the blond spoke with his hands. Gesturing wildly, his voice picking up speed with his passion, still Lucien easily kept up. Finding himself so much more engrossed in this than he ever thought he would be. 

If someone had told him this morning that he would know the meanings and symbolism of over a dozen different flowers and plants because he went gift shopping for Eris, he would have laughed. As it were he was staring up at Tamlin as he laid flower after flower in front of him. 

“This one is a red gladiolus, the gladiolus flower is often used as a symbol of strength and integrity.” Then he gave a laugh, the sound deep and rumbling through Lucien’s chest, the flush on his face only deepened, “That’s why it’s my daughter’s middle name.”

“Well, she certainly holds great strength.” Lucien said with a grin. Tamlin’s face brightened even more so at that, causing Lucien’s heart to flutter. 

“Eris will love this.” Lucien muttered, “He’s all one for deeper meanings and symbolism.”

“Then he’ll certainly love your gift.” Tamlin said with a grin. 

“Thanks for this.” Lucien said once they finished up, “This will be perfect.”

“No need to thank me, it’s what I’m here for.” Tamlin said.

Tamlin flashed him a beautiful smile, and Lucien found his heart racing faster and faster.

“Why is your face all red?” A small voice piped up.

“Dahlia! Oh my god!” Tamlin shouted, sweeping his daughter from up off the floor.

The little girl giggled maniacally, tiny fists pounding at her father’s shoulder, demanding to be put down. Insisting she was old enough to handle helping in the shop. Lucien laughed at her antics, then he reached into his pocket. 

“Do you mind if I gift her something?” Lucien asked, Tamlin.

Tamlin furrowed his brow, leaning over to see what was furled in Lucien’s hand. He opened his palm slightly to allow Tamlin a glimpse without revealing to a squirming Dahlia what he held. Immediately, Tamlin started grinning, a laugh escaping him as he bounced Dahlia on his hip. 

“What? What is it?” The ever curious, and quite observant, girl demanded to know. 

“It’s a gift, for being so patient while your dad worked with me.” Lucien said, stepping closer and opening his hand. 

Dahlia’s eyes lit up with mirth as she spied the small toy mouse sitting in the palm of Lucien’s hand. It’s beady black eyes staring into nothing, a small fat grey body with etchings made to resemble fur. Dahlia snatched up the door in an instant, shouting her thank yous as her chubby hands inspected the creature. 

“Go put it in your collection of little things.” Tamlin told her, placing the girl back on the floor. 

“Alrighty!” She grinned, smiling up at them both, then she shouted, “Thank you!” before running off to the back room. 

“Do you just carry toy rats around with you all the time?” Tamlin asked, trying to cover a laugh with the back of his hand. 

Lucien rubbed the back of his neck, the blush heating his core never-ending, “No, I found it on a coffee table at the cafe I usually go to this morning and thought I might keep it, for whatever reason.”

Quirking up an eyebrow, Tamlin leaned against the counter, “It’s almost like fate wanted you here, eh?”

Smile widening, Lucien murmured, “I think so.”

He paid the deposit on the flowers, and with some hesitancy, Lucien went to leave the flower shop. Turning around, he saw Tamlin waving goodbye, and went to lift his hand. Right as he did, a blur of gold appeared across the shop floor and before he could think, Dahlia had jumped at his legs, grabbing him into a tight squeeze, causing him to loose balance. 

Lucien shouted as he fell, but even as his body tensed, bracing for the impact, he didn’t make contact. 

“Dahlia! Silly girl!” Tamlin admonished, holding Lucien tightly to his chest. Strong arms wrapped entirely around him. He had moved like silent rapids. With force, strength and agility. Certainly not the kind of skill Lucien would expect from a florist. Dahlia just giggled from where she still held onto Lucien. 

Then heat shot through Lucien, lighting up every one of his senses, as each inch of Tamlin’s skin set fire to the flesh of his he touched. He felt so… strong. So large it could have been imposing if it weren’t for the pure warmth he radiated. 

“You should stay for dinner!” Dahlia more so demanded than asked. 

“Dahlia, I’m sure Lucien has much he has to do today.” Tamlin told her. 

“Aw, but-”

“Dahlia-”

“I don’t.” Lucien found himself daring to say, he turned his head up to look at Tamlin who was staring down at him, blinking like he hadn’t understood what Lucien said. 

The redhead repeated himself, a little more casual this time, “I mean I’m sure you’re busy tonight, but if you might be free, I could… we could have dinner?”

Tamlin opened his mouth to say something, but Dahlia started screaming with absolute delight. Jumping up and down in pure childish excitement. In a flash she ran back towards the backroom, shouting about needing to get ready. 

As the two watched the door slam closed behind the young girl, it was then that Lucien remembered he was wrapped in Tamlin’s tight embrace, his entire back pressed against Tamlin’s front chest. So close he could feel the soft flesh pressing into him. The muscles clearly beneath tight fabric. The image of skin without the restraints of such fabric began to flash through his head, and all of a sudden Lucien was having a whole nother issue in regards to this unforeseen touching. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Tamlin bit out, jumping back a little from Lucien, realising him entirely. 

Lucien turned and managed a lazy grin on his face, “It’s no worries, I can think of worse things than being trapped in a hug.”

“Wasn’t much of a hug.” Tamlin muttered with a slight chuckle, then he blinked a few times before stuttering out, “Do you really mean it? You’d like to… stay for dinner?”

Now it was Lucien’s turn to stutter, as his skin heated to temperatures he didn’t think possible. Unable to look anywhere near those wide, sweet green eyes looking at him with such care and kindness, “I mean, I would like to, but I know you’re probably busy and don’t have time for-”

“No!” Tamlin interjected, suddenly cringing at the volume of his voice, he amended, “No, no, I would…” He smiled so shyly now, “I would like that. I would like it a lot.”

Oh. Lucien’s brows raised ever so slightly. 

Did he think the same way about Lucien? Was he just as hot as him? Boiling beneath his own clothes, barely able to get a breath in? 

Lucien stepped forward, tilting his head slightly, “I think I would like it a lot too. You know… I do think I was supposed to come here, Tamlin.”

“Tam,” Tamlin said, his voice barely above a whisper, “Call me Tam.”

Lucien’s grin fell into something even softer, something so much sweeter. 

Yeah. He was supposed to come here today.  

[achaotichuman]

No one can look me in my eyes and tell me this isn’t Tamlin with his daughter Dahlia.

[hek4te-x]

Fic Blabber

I wrote this last night, half asleep, and forgot about it. But here's a tiny bit of the fanfic where Tamlin is a girl dad.

Sometimes, when the manor had no one else and the darkness engulfed almost every corner, Tamlin would sit with Dahlia in front of the fireplace, just the two of them. She'd lay her head on his lap, watching the flames in silence as he caressed her head, and all of a sudden, she'd rise and look at his green eyes as if she was a soul sucker, and asked to fiddle with his hair. The male did not know how to say no to his daughter, and most times he'd end up with braids and flowers in his hair, thanking the Mother that the manor was empty and there'd be no one to see him that way.

When it was late and the girl wasn't capable of maintaining her eyelids open anymore, he'd take her into his arms and go up the stairs, leaving her quietly in her bed. In his thoughts, he missed when she was tiny enough that she'd always want to sleep in his bed, her small hand always ending up on his cheek with a strand of his hair between her fingers. But then she grew, and more and more she started to sleep alone, until one night she didn't come to his room at all.

The next day, he had unmade the hairstyle Dahlia had made, leaving but a single braid behind for her to catch an eye on, seeing the tiny daisy still attached to it. If anyone noticed, no one dared to say a thing.

@ladynestas @northern-star-polaris

[achaotichuman]

Dahlia (Tamlin's daughter)- "Dad! That boy hit me!"

Tamlin- "Throw a chair at hi- Nooooo..."

Dahlia- "..."

Tamlin- *In agony* "We are gonna go and..."

Dahlia- "......"

Tamlin- *Fighting the protective dad demons*

Tamlin- *Actively going against every single instinct he has* "Talk to his parents."

Dahlia- *Disappointed sigh*

Tamlin- "Hey, your son hit my daughter."

Asshat- "Haha! Well, you know the saying, boys will be boys."

Tamlin- "..."

Tamlin- *Turns to Dahlia*

Tamlin- "Dahlia, throw a chair at him."

Asshat- "W H A T"

Tamlin- "WELL, YOU KNOW THE SAYING, GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS-"

[achaotichuman]

Okay yes, Tamlin's mom being a young girl sold in marriage to the High Lord because they happened to be mates, and she purposefully turned a blind eye to what he did because she couldn't help in any regard if she tried anyway.

But have you considered she was a Valkyrie General from Vallahan who fought in the long standing rebellion against the Black Queen, and formed an alliance with Tamlin's father (Elvin) but when the Valkyries were cut down, she was nearly killed (just barely saved by Elvin, because the mating bond clicked into place and his magic flowing through gave her the power to stay alive for him to find her) but in the end she lost the ability to walk.

Leaving her vulnurable and helpless to Elvin's will as the power of High Lord without the overarching threat of the Black Queen slowly corrupted him???

Have you thought of her being crippled with survivors guilt and longing for the days of the wind in her hair, when Kings would bow their heads and with a wave of her hand, armies would move mountains at her command???

Have you thought of how the shame and humilation of being unable to even protect her own children leaves her in an even darker place??? HAVE YOU THOUGHT OF THAT-

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Thank you for the tag @highlordofkrypton!!!!

What should we call you?

Asher or Chaotic, I do not have a preference LMAO

How long have you been a Tamlin fan?

Since December of 2022!

What drew you to Tamlin?

He's blond for starters.

At first it was really just that there were so many inconsistences with Tamlin in the books. And the way Feyre spoke about him in her head pissed me the fuck off. I really, really liked him in the first book (he was my favourite character from the start) and ACOMAF was unpleasant drive the whole way through.

I did start liking the IC, and was pro-IC for about a year or so, maybe less, but I never ever hated Tamlin, and when I started writing about him I couldn't help but love him more and more.

Do you have a favourite headcanon for our Spring Lord?

A favourite???? I have so many, how shall I choose

Okay, possibly my favourite headcanon is that he keeps his powers very under wrap, but beneath what he allows others to see is a tangle of dark magic that ties into the line of life and death, which also coexists with my Dark Spring Court headcanons.

Who’s your favourite pairing (platonic or romantic) with Tamlin?

TAMCIEN

Have you named Tamlin’s family? What are their names? (Give us your headcanons too!)

His Father- Elvin Fairburn

His Mother- Dahlia Fairburn

Eldest Brother- Baile Fairburn

Second-eldest Brother- Aletris Fairburn

(And just for fun) His Daughter and Son- Dahlia Fairburn and Eden Fairburn

If you were transported into the Spring Court right now, what would be your role? (Sentry, Gardener, etc.)

Nuisance?

Probably a butler of some kind, I am very good at running errands and doing chores.

While we wait for Tamlin week, do you have any fic recommendations?

Fic recs you say? I have a whole list, my fic recomendation list can be found here!

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In the coming months, weeks and days leading up to Tamlin Week, we'll be dropping some fun community activities. Feel free to participate as much or as little as you like!

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What should we call you? How long have you been a Tamlin fan? What drew you to Tamlin? Do you have a favourite headcanon for our Spring Lord? Who’s your favourite pairing (platonic or romantic) with Tamlin? Have you named Tamlin’s family? What are their names? (Give us your headcanons too!) If you were transported into the Spring Court right now, what would be your role? (Sentry, Gardener, etc.) While we wait for Tamlin week, do you have any fic recommendations?

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[achaotichuman]

Nyx to Dahlia (Tamlin's daughter)- "You cannot physically throw yourself at every single problem you come across."

Dahlia- "Yes I can."

Nyx- "No you can't."

Dahlia- "I am a hammer."

Nyx- "No-"

Dahlia- "And every single problem is a nail."

Nyx- "No-"

[achaotichuman]

Here is the sixth chapter of my next generation ACOTAR fanfiction A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning: ACT 1- The Witch (Link at bottom of the post)

Protagonists:

Dahlia Fairburn, General and Heir of Spring

Aisling Sapphirus, Healer of the Hewn City

Nyx Archeron, Son of the Witch

Relationships:

Dahlia Fairburn x Aisling Sapphirus

Nyx Archeron x Tamlin Fairburn

Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Nuan x Lucien Vanserra

Original Azris Child(ren) x Tarquin

Summary

Life is peaceful for Dahlia Fairburn, running with her War Band, and commanding the Spring Court armies. Since the day she could wield a sword, she’s been helping her father, along with her younger brother, to restore Spring to its former glory. Trying to ignore the festering magic in her body, that threatens to consume her.

One day, all that peace is threatened to be shaken, as a certain prince of Night asks for her to join the rebellion of the Hewn City and Illyria. From beneath the great mountains, an ancient song calls for her. She meets a woman with death in her eyes, and power in her veins, who makes Dahlia’s blood boil while something clicks into place between them.

This new generation of Prythian was thought to be one of peace and prosperity. But the mask of the reigning High Lords begin to crumble, as secrets older than Prythian itself are uncovered, and darkness is unleashed.

An ACOTAR next generation fanfiction

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[achaotichuman]

The best part about Nyxlin when you throw Dahlia (Tamlin’s daughter) into the mix is that, you have Nyx, this dainty prince whose hobbies include ballet, gardening and reading, he’s built like a twig. A very handsome twig but a twig none the less.

Then you have Dahlia who’s like 6’4, has been working as a general for 20+ years. Totally jacked and could snap a man in half.

She’s staring down at Nyx (who also happens to be one of her best friends) as he and Tam announce they’re dating.

And Nyx has no idea how this is going to go (is terrified because Dahlia has physically thrown Tamlin’s former less than savoury boyfriends out the door) then she’s just like

“OMG YOURE MY NEW DAD?!?!? CAN WE PLAY CATCH?!?!”

And Eden (Tamlin’s son and youngest child) is in the corner hissing at Nyx like a beat up feral cat. But cant do anything because he’s Nyx’s size and doesnt have an ounce of fighting experience.

Anyway, this is pretty much how it goes in A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning, first chapter just got posted today, you should read it 🫵

Tagging @praetorqueenreyna, @shi-daisy,

@sonics-atelier and @sadisticdevile cause I know this is their jam

[achaotichuman]

The moon will sing a song for me I loved you like the sun Bore the shadows that you made With no light of my own I shine only with the light you gave me I could have been anyone, anyone else -The Moon Will Sing A Song by the Crane Wives

A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning

ACT THREE: THE RECKONING

[achaotichuman]

Here is the seventh chapter of my next generation ACOTAR fanfiction A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning: ACT 1- The Witch (Link at bottom of the post)

Protagonists:

Dahlia Fairburn, General and Heir of Spring

Aisling Sapphirus, Healer of the Hewn City

Nyx Archeron, Son of the Witch

Relationships:

Dahlia Fairburn x Aisling Sapphirus

Nyx Archeron x Tamlin Fairburn

Azriel Shadowsinger x Eris Vanserra

Nuan x Lucien Vanserra

Original Azris Child(ren) x Tarquin

Summary

Life is peaceful for Dahlia Fairburn, running with her War Band, and commanding the Spring Court armies. Since the day she could wield a sword, she’s been helping her father, along with her younger brother, to restore Spring to its former glory. Trying to ignore the festering magic in her body, that threatens to consume her.

One day, all that peace is threatened to be shaken, as a certain prince of Night asks for her to join the rebellion of the Hewn City and Illyria. From beneath the great mountains, an ancient song calls for her. She meets a woman with death in her eyes, and power in her veins, who makes Dahlia’s blood boil while something clicks into place between them.

This new generation of Prythian was thought to be one of peace and prosperity. But the mask of the reigning High Lords begin to crumble, as secrets older than Prythian itself are uncovered, and darkness is unleashed.

An ACOTAR next generation fanfiction

Tags: Leave a comment or DM me if you wanna be added or removed from the tag list!

@sonics-atelier

@sadisticdevile

@shi-daisy

@skyesayshi

@praetorqueenreyna

@futurehunt

@unanswered-stars

@mathiwrites

@honeysuckle-daydreams13

@matrixsss

@amalhe-kofee

[achaotichuman]

Stupid little headcanon.

The first time the IC saw Dahlia, Tamlin's daughter, she was playing her fiddle in the courtyard, Rhysand waltzed in with Nyx and the rest of the IC following closely behind him.

Thinking this would be the perfect chance to strike fear into the frail, unprotected, damsel that may one day take Spring. Rhysand appeared behind her and murmured, "Well hello little Springling I-"

Rhysand didn't get much further as the 'frail, unprotected damsel' shouted her war cry and launched at him. She smashed his head with the body of her fiddle before attempting to stab him with the bow.

The IC stared in horror, and it took Nyx, Cassian, Azriel and Tamlin who ran outside once he heard the commotion to pry the grinning Princess of Spring off of Rhysand.

Did I mention Dahlia was fourteen when this occurred?

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[achaotichuman]

Actually, Tamlin has a daughter, her name is Dahlia. She is chaos incarnate, super buff and is general of the Spring Court armies. She plays the guitar and fiddle, can't sing for the life of her, but boy can she dance like you've got no idea. Everyone thought she would be a super dainty little princess but she's actually taller than Cassian (definitely not shape-shifting, no sir).

She has tattoo's and once in the middle of the night she shaved off all her hair. She's best friends with Nyx who everyone thought would be a super buff Illyrian warrior, but he's actually a super dainty little Prince, he does ballet and hates fighting. He's a third of the size of Dahlia but has the attitude of someone five times his size.

Dahlia is happily married to Aisling, a woman from the Hewn City. They have three kids, two girls and one boy. Tamlin sings them songs and teaches them poetry by the firelight. Dahlia is Tamlin's size, but sometimes she sits in his lap the same way she used to when she was a little girl. Tamlin refuses to admit his baby girl is all grown up now.

[achaotichuman]

Imagine Tamlin shifting antlers then putting his baby on his head and she can sit there, not falling off cause she’s protected by the antlers and Tamlin is just walking around, his newborn on his head and she’s gnawing on his antlers and it’s the cutest thing in the world.

[achaotichuman]

For those who read A Witch A Warrior And A Reckoning, or just like my Dahlia (Tamlin's daughter) Headcanons.

Who wants a scene of (very tired and very very fed up with the bs) Tamlin putting a twenty year old Dahlia and a ten year old Eden in a 'get along' shirt?

(For context, Eden is Dahlia's younger half-brother and the 'get along' shirt is a giant shirt that you put two siblings in to force them to stop fighting)