A Court Of Imagines

[acourtofimagines]

Summary: Tamlin and Y/N host a party to celebrate their mating bond.

🎻This is for day three of Tamlin Week. PROMPT: Mates/Flower Language 

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Fae lights floated around the garden of the spring manor. Vines with beautiful flowers weaved into them, draped over archways, and wrapped around pillars. The soft music of the band that played filled the air along with the chatter and laughter of the fae of the court. This day was a day of celebration. It was a party to celebrate the mating bond between Lad Y/N and High Lord Tamlin. With all that’s happened with the war ending, Spring Court being rebuilt, and with all the progress Tamlin had made since they met, they felt it was time for a celebration. 

Y/N stood in a full length mirror looking over her dress. It was a deep, dark green sundress made of silk. Her hair was in curls with a spring flower crown resting on her head. “My Lady,” a maid said, “your dish had been plated.” 

“Thank you,” she said and headed for the manor kitchen. For this special day, they decided to perform the age- old tradition of the female offering her mate food to show she truly accepts the bond between them. Y/N even made the dish she would be offering herself. She spent the morning preparing a cherry bread pudding. She carefully picked up the dish and headed for the stairs to the garden. The maid went before her, and once they reached the bottom, the music stopped, and all fae watched. 

“You’re lady, my lord,” the maid said as Y/N descended the stairs. Tamlin watched her with pure love and devotion in his eyes. When she reached him, he held out his hand. She took it, and he guided her to sit across his lap. She lifts the lid off the dessert and grabs a fork. 

“Tamlin, Lord of the Spring Court, I offer you this bite of food as a symbol and pledge of not only my acceptance of our bond, but also of my love for you,” she said as she dipped the fork into the bread pudding and brought the bite to his lips. 

“It is a true honor, my lady,” Tamlin said happily, accepting the bite. He hummed in pleasure as the flavors danced on his tongue. The fae all around them clapped and cheered. 

“Was it good?” she asked. Tamlin smiled. 

“Perfect,” he said, “there is only one thing that could be more delicious.” 

“And what's that?” she asked. He cupped her cheek in his hand, “You,” he said, and they shared a sweet and tender kiss.

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[acourtofimagines]

Summary: Y/N was cursed to never see colors again until or if she finds her fated mate. @tamlinweek

🎻This is for day two of Tamlin Week. PROMPT: Prophecy / Cursed

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Y/N had walked through a world of black, white, and gray hues for centuries now. Cursed by a fae witch, all because she refused the hand of the witch’s brother. “You will never see the beauty around you in color again until you’ve met the one the cauldron has made for you, if you ever do,” the witch’s voice has echoed those words in her head every day since. She still remembered watching the colors all around her fade. Slowly, she got used to her new colorless world. She traveled all over, hoping her fated one was out there somewhere. She wasn't even sure what court she was in at the moment as she walked on. The plants and grass where definately over grown and thick.

She just reached a semi clear path when she heard snarling. A creature with sharp fangs and claws rushed out of the bushes and lunged right for her. She tried to move, but it clawed her side. She stumbled and fell onto her back. Pain shot through her, but the creature was preparing to attack again. It leaped, pinning her to the ground. Just as it raised its claw to strike again a massive beast tackled the creature off her. The beast was strong and tore into the creature that attacked her. The beast had thick fur and curled horns on its head. The beast ended the monster with a sickening crunch, and all was silent. She watched as the beast’s form changed to that of a male high fae. Shirtless with trouser’s the seemed to be torn from transforming. 

He walked over to her and kneeled down “Are you alright?” She looked up and froze as she looked into his eyes. His green eyes. She blinked once, then twice. She saw them, saw their color. A beautiful emerald shade with golden flakes. Then slowly, more colors seemed to spring to life as she looked him over. His tan skin. His golden blonde hair. 

“You…you’re…” It was like she couldn’t fathom the words. 

“Let me check your wound,” he goes to reach for the torn part of the tunic she wore, but she grasped his wrist, and when she did, they both felt the bond snap into place. “You are… we are..” 

“Mates,” she finished for him. Tamlin ever so gently touched her wound and channeled his magic to heal her. She sighed once the pain eased. He then very gently scooped her up bridal style. 

“What’s your name, my lady?” Tamlin asked. 

“Y/N,” she said. 

“Welcome home, Y/N,” and he headed off toward the manor, and for the first time in so very long, she soaked up all the beautiful colors around her. Especially the beautiful emerald eyes of her mate.

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[acourtofimagines]

Summary: Y/N discovers Tamlin's writings.

🎻This is for day one of Tamlin Week. PROMPT: Poet/Warrior

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Y/N had lived in the Spring Court ever since it had been rebuilt. She even managed to get a job as a maid in Tamlin’s manor. Over time, a friendship had started to grow between Y/N and Tamlin. They would have tea together. She would sit with him when he couldn’t sleep or when nightmares woke him. She was even the only maid allowed in his office when he wasn’t in there. 

She was going about her usual chores, humming as she swept and dusted. She entered his office and started to straighten up. She placed books back on his shelf, making sure they were organized the way he usually has them. She then moved to his desk. It was covered in the usual maps, scrolls, and notes. She hummed as she started to straighten things up. She rolled up the maps and neatly stacked his notes and scrolls. She went to put something away in a drawer and noticed that the bottom drawer was ajar. 

She knew she shouldn’t snoop, but part of her couldn’t help it. She opened the drawer, and inside was a small stack of parchments. Y/N thought maybe just old notes he tucked away, so she read them. 

She moves through the halls with the grace of a goddess, and yet I watch silently, never saying the words that want to spill. 

It seemed like poetry about someone special.

In my garden of thorns, she is the one single beautiful bloom.

Her humming carries through the halls like a lark’s song.

The more she read, the more it dawned on her that these poems were about her. She was so into the writings that she didn’t notice Tamlin walk in. “Those weren’t really meant to be read by others,” he said. Her head snapped up, startled. “Oh, Tamlin, I was just cleaning…I didn’t mean to pry,” she said, “my apologies.” 

“I know they may not be the most profound poetic thoughts,” he said. 

"They're beautiful," she countered, her voice steadying as she looked back down at the elegantly scribbled words. "You wrote these about me, didn’t you?"

Tamlin let out a short breath. "There are things I can't say. Not with words that come out of my mouth. They get stuck. They get...twisted."

He finally looked up, and the intensity in his eyes was enough to pin her in place. "But when I see you, it’s like you're the only thing in this manor that makes sense. You aren't a subject, and you aren't a soldier. To me, you're not even really a maid. You're just you. The most beautiful being I have laid my eyes upon.”

“You have feelings for me,” she said more of a fact than a question. 

“I do, but I also know I can’t possibly deserve you,” he admitted. She placed the parchments down. 

“I think you’re way too harsh on your heart, Tamlin,” she walked over to him, gently taking his hands, “and if you had told me long ago, then you would have learned that my affections are yours.” With that, she hugged him. Tamlin froze for a moment before allowing himself to wrap his arms around her and rest his chin on her head.

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[acourtofimagines]

It's April, which means TAMLIN WEEK HAS ARRIVED! For the next week, I will post a story a day to show our favorite beastie the love he deserves. @tamlinweek

This year's list here

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DAY ONE (4/12/2026)

Carefree Grace

DAY TWO (4/13/2026

Emerald Hue

DAY THREE (4/14/2026)

I couldn't think of anything for this day, sorry.

DAY FOUR (4/15/2026)

I couldn't think of anything for this day, sorry.

DAY FIVE (4/16/2026)

I couldn't think of a story for this day, sorry.

[acourtofimagines]

Summary: Y/N dances to Tamlin’s fiddle playing. 

🎻This for day one of Tamlin Week. PROMPT: Music / Poetry

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It was a beautiful Spring Court evening, and Y/N was sitting in the garden of the manor, admiring the colorful flora. She was a cook in the manor. She had returned once the court had been rebuilt. What she didn’t expect was to find out Lord Tamlin was her mate. She was pretty sure he felt it too because he avoided her. In a way, she understood, but it still caused an ache in her chest. She was sitting on a bench in the gardens watching the spring court sky get bathed in a beautiful mix of pink and gold as the sun started to set when she heard a melody playing. She found herself following the tune. She came to a cherry blossom tree, and when she looked beyond it, she spotted him. 

Tamlin was sitting on a tree stump, eyes closed as he played. He looked so at peace. The moon highlighted his features. Making him even more beautiful. Y/N stood there and listened for a while, but as the tune picked up, it was as if her body guided itself as she began to spin and twirl to the tune. She became completely lost in the melody. As if the tune he played could make her carefree. A giggle escaped her, and he faltered for a moment as his eyes snapped open. She panted, “I didn’t mean to intrude..” she said. A soft smile appeared on his face as he started to play again, but this time he watched the display of her carefree grace. 

Seeing her so joyful was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen in his centuries long existence. When the tune finally ended, she fell onto her back in the soft grass, laughing. Tamlin sat his fiddle down to rest against the tree stump and walked over to her. He held out his hand to help her up. She took it. “You play magnificently,” she told him. 

“May I dance with you?” he asked. 

“But there is no music, my lord,” she said. 

“Please call me Tamlin, and we can let nature be our melody,” he placed one hand on her hip and held the other in his other hand. And as they swayed to the tune of crickets and the breeze, all was finally as it should be for them both. 

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[acourtofimagines]

Since I've been gone a while and after that stupid SJM interview, our beastie deserves as much love as possible, so not only am I doing Tamlin week 2026, I am also doing the old prompts from 2024. The prompt list for 2024 is here.

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Day One

Spring's Future

Day Two

Poetic Thoughts

Day Two

Sweetest Offer

Day Three

I couldn't think of a story for this day, sorry.

Day Four

I couldn't think of a story for this day, sorry.

Day Five

I couldn't think of a story for this day, sorry.

[acourtofimagines]

Summary: You tell Tamlin that you are expecting

🎻This for day one of Tamlin Week. PROMPT: Heir of Spring/Human Tamlin 

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It was a gorgeous afternoon in the Spring Court. The scent of the previous night’s rain mixed with the scent of flowers and freshly baked pastries wafted through the garden. Tamlin was standing a few feet away, going over some plans to finish the manor restoration with a few builders. Not long after the Hybern war, you and Tamlin met, and the bond snapped so hard you swore others heard it. He tried to push you away at first, but you fought for him every inch of the way, and eventually you broke through his wall of sorrows and helped him heal not only himself, but his court as well. You sat at a little table as lunch was served. You placed a sandwich and a berry filled tart on your plate as a server poured a cup of tea for you. You were a little nervous. 

About three days ago, you found out you were with child. You only hoped after everything that's happened, Tamlin would find it to be good news. Tamlin soon joined you at the table, and he had noticed you were lost in thought. “Are you alright?” he asked softly, “You’ve been a little quiet today.” She smiled softly 

“I’m absolutely fine,” she reached across the table and took his hand, “in fact, my love, I’m elated.” 

“That’s good to hear,” he said, “may I ask what has made the most beautiful woman in Pyrithian so happy?”. She smiled, not saying a word as she stood up and placed his hand on her stomach, seeing if he could sense the life growing inside. He was confused for a moment, but then his beautiful green eyes widened. 

“Y/N, my love, are you...” he started, but she nodded before he could finish. 

“I’m pregnant,” she said, “I found out a few days ago.” 

“A child,” he whispered before lowering to his knees and placing a tender kiss on her belly. “No greater gift could exist. I promise you this on my life, Y/N, you and our child will want for nothing. Say it and it’s yours.”. She smiled and helped him up. 

“We already have everything because we have you, Tamlin,” and with that, they shared a kiss to celebrate the start of Spring’s future.

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[ominousobserversblog]

Thinking about Andras how he sacrificed his life for his court and high lord thinking the person who kills him would save them not knowing that very same person would destroy his court

[acourtofimagines]

Exactly.

[my-maasverse]

Shielding and Trapping

I will never understand how Tamlin locking Feyre in the giant manor to prevent her from following him into an active war zone when she had severe ptsd and would have been a danger to herself and everyone around her was more triggering to her than Rhys putting a shield around her entire body making it impossible for her loved ones to even touch her.

Feyre is in one massive cage and yet because it’s Rhysand’s doing, it’s the best thing ever. Velaris is warded, their homes are warded, her body is warded.

And unlike what Tamlin did that was 100% temporary given a very specific circumstance that could have gotten people or herself killed, Feyre is caged by Rhys 24/7.

Interesting how we never hear about Feyre doing anything except paint as her hobbies. What happened to hunting for sport? What happened to visiting villages and stuff? Does she even leave Velaris alone or is she always accompanied by the Inner Circle in some capacity? Guards are still guards even if she calls them family now.

Hearing Feyre laugh about having a cage around her body so strong that even her scent can’t be detected and being like “Oh it’s just Rhys being silly” is actually kind of horrifying. She makes it pretty clear this is something Rhys insists on.

I really can’t stand the hypocrisy sometimes. I swear, everything Feyre complained about Tamlin, Rhys does the same thing so much worse…

[acourtofimagines]

Just gonna leave this right here because it’s true.

[livinforthetea]

Aside from the still very problematic messaging in regards to bodily autonomy, the excuse that Rhysand made a "mistake" and "is still learning" in regards to the pregnancy plot is additionally ridiculous because SJM wrote another character being BLAMED, PUNISHED (by her own true love perfect mate) and THREATENED TO BE KILLED for exposing this "mistake."

[silver-flames-of-dusk]

Nesta telling Feyre the truth about her pregnancy isn't as simple as, "I want to hurt you, to see you bleed like I am." It's more like, "How can you be so blind to what they're doing to both of us?" And Feyre understood that. She said Rhysand overreacted and agreed with Cassian that Nesta was trying to avenge her by telling her. The second Feyre started crying, Nesta realized she'd gone too far. Someone who was just out to hurt Feyre wouldn't have backed down the moment they drew blood and punished themselves for it every moment after.

On another note, Nesta telling Feyre the truth happened when Feyre barged into a conversation she wasn't involved in to defend people who wanted to keep important facts secret, from people who wanted to deny the both of them autonomy over their bodies. This was basically Nesta saying, "Wake up, sis. They keep shit from everybody. These aren't the people you should be defending."

Nesta had two choices in the conversation Feyre forced her way into: Tell her that this is common for the IC or continue the lie. A lie just like the one she's confronting Amren about. If Nesta hadn't told Feyre the truth in this moment, then she'd be a hypocrite.

[acourtofimagines]

Funny how no one can see that apparently

[breadnabutterfingers]

I’m sorry, but SJM saying that many women who have experienced domestic violence see themselves in Feyre and relate to her through Tamlin’s supposed abuse… excuse me?

I grew up in a rough home. I was abused by my first husband. And yet I’m a Tamlin stan. How is that possible?

Because I know what abuse is. I know the shape of it, the weight of it, the way it settles into your reality.

Tamlin isn’t an abuser to me.

A man raised in violence who never learned what a healthy relationship looks like? Yes.

Someone carrying trauma, he doesn’t understand how to process? Absolutely.

A red flag at times? Sure.

But look at the context. He can’t even fully control his own power without it spiraling out of control; he was never properly trained. He has no clue how to be a partner because he has never had a real example of one. His parents weren’t exactly a shining model of a healthy relationship, either, even if they were mates.

He doesn’t know how to express himself. He doesn’t know how to manage his magic when his emotions spike. And let’s be honest, he’s sitting on a mountain of buried grief and rage that’s bound to erupt in the worst moments.

That’s the part I relate to. That open, aching wound in his psyche.

And I’m not excusing him. Just like I don’t excuse myself when my own emotions get the better of me. But when you grow up in a place where being honest about how you feel gets you beaten down, physically or verbally, you learn very quickly to bottle everything up. And then you take that fear and grief and you allow your husband to treat you that way, because you believe you deserve it. But eventually, you escape, but that pressure explodes sometimes, because no one is there to punish you anymore, or tell you that the way you live is wrong and the way you process things should be different. And some of us repeat the path of our abusers, but some of us learn that what had been done to us should never be done nor allowed to be done others. So we move on and try our best to do better. That’s a reality some of us actually lived and that's what I see in Tamlin: he learns to be kind, but he's fucked up so far, that it's hard for him to trust even himself. It's hard for him to put it into words and sometimes into actions. Empathy is hard to practice when you have none of it in your life.

So yeah. Fuck SJM. Fuck her narrative.

I’ll happily stay in my “stupid” fanfiction corner, building arc after arc after arc to give Tamlin the kind of understanding and love he clearly needed, because at one point in my life, I needed that too.

[acourtofimagines]

AMEN!

[thefatesofspring]

I’m still trying to process SJM saying that “Rhysand is 500+yrs old, he’s still learning & making mistakes”…after repeatedly making the same “mistakes” in multiple different ways.

Yet Tamlin is nearly THIRTY…THREE ZERO, 30…years YOUNGER than Rhysand & he need to spend the rest of eternity atoning??!!

Oh fuck off.

[acourtofimagines]

Yeah seriously fuck right off.

[designerpotatosack]

I'm having a pretty shitty day so—

Nessian is almost definitely gonna be endgame, and even if Cassian does grow a backbone, his abuse of Nesta is gonna get swept under the rug j like Rhys's SA of Feyre utm. And this time it's gonna be WORSE, cause it won't even be acknowledged as abuse.

Tamlin is forever gonna be the punching bag of the series, and there's a good chance Eris will be too. All that's left is for Lucien to have been violently abused by Tamlin as well.

The Inner Circle will never face consequences for anything cause everything they do is supposed to be "badass" and "progressive"

Gwyn and maybe even Emerie r gonna be part of the IC or at least IC adjacent because this entire series is bout how all the "good guys" r IC lovers

The Hewn City will forever remain a hellhole and no one's gonna do shit about it because it's made SPECIFICALLY for Rhys to be "cruel and powerful." I'd say the same for Illyria but it feels a little bit like smth's brewing there so idk

Feyre and Rhys r gonna be portrayed as the most PERFECT parents EVER and Nyx is prolly gonna be an all powerful god. And that whole pregnancy fiasco will never be acknowledged

Sjm cares naught for plot, only vibes. And half the fandom don't care bout shit on page j because the narrative said otherwise

[acourtofimagines]

Perfectly put so this series is gonna turn to shit. Already has really.

[ladydeath-vanserra]

sjm calling nesta and cassian "perfect mates" told me everything i needed to know 😂 yessss baby you hate strong willed women and love it when men belittle them and abuse them into submission

I will kill that man with my bare hands

[acourtofimagines]

Wow say you hate your own strong willed female characters without saying bitch. Let me guess you like when you fall and your husband laughs at you instead of helps you up and makes sure your ok? Wow.

[lainalit]

Tamlin haters are trying to get "Gotcha" over the "Call Her Daddy" interview, when Tamlin fans just want her to stop shoving him into the story without any reason or narrative impact, like in ACOSF.

Honestly more than anything SJM looks more like a hypocrite in the podcast since she literally said that "tamlin you see I can't give him a redemption arc because he is an abuser but my rhysiepoo is just a 500-year-old man that just learned what reproductive rights and bodily autonomy mean 🥺"

No Tamlin fan as I can tell thought that he would get even a positive mention in the next books; they just want SJM to stop with the double standard and let Tamlin go 'cause it gets to a point where Tamlin is treated like a reallife abuser and not like a fictional character.

Sjm just needs to stop with the narrative that she can write healthy main male love interests and needs to start reflecting on why she loves red flag men that mentally and physically torture their female love interest

[acourtofimagines]

Yep. Seriously fuck her.

[gionandez]

I'm not an outspoken hater of the inner circle, but they irritate me a little. What causes me this stress is the fact that they tell themselves how good they are, how they don't like killing or torturing, but they do it anyway. They know they do bad things for "good" reasons. And they justify it, but if other characters do the same, then they are the reincarnation of Satan and deserve no respect whatsoever. It's simply too much selfish going around there.

[acourtofimagines]

Yep