A shout out to my favourite ACOTAR fanfic 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!!
(Completed) - 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
@booksnwriting for:
(In progress) - 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!!
(In progress) - Twilight Entwined - A multi POV fic with a crossover between ACOTAR & Crescent City!
Absolutely love these two fic of hers especially Twilight Entwined! The plots, the ships, the effortless crossover 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) - @ennawrite 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)
(Unfinished) - 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!!
I’m adding on to this as I have discovered more!!😁
(Completed) - @anil2000anna - for The fate of the lot of us this TamRiel fic that is honestly fucking amazing!!
(Completed) - Thalassa_05 for Burn the path, it’s a Nesta healing journey & a middle finger to the inner circle & it’s so wholesome & well written!!
(In progress) - MadameRaccoon - Go to the club they said. It will be fun, they said. - it’s a TamLuSand Poly-gay fic & let me tell you is it fun, juicy & adorable!!
(In progress) - @lifeisabiscuit - Moments that we stole - it’s a TamSand centric/partial Feysand centric fic that is so adorable but also it’s a cheating trope…👀
(In progress) - @wisewizardwriting - A new home in the wild - A Tamlin healing arc/parental arc with an OC little boy called Elm, this is honestly one of the most wholesome fics I’ve read of Tamlin & I’m loving it so far
(In progress) - I_put_the_voices_in_my_head_on_paper - Prythian High - A TamSand modern au high school fic! This fic is an addiction & it’s so damn good! I love how the author has included series topics & how overall it’s an emotional and true experience gay teenagers can go through🥹 this fic is honestly such a favourite of mine
Not only is today a holiday celebrating love, but it is now officially 2 months until Tamlin Week starts! We can't wait to see what you all are working on! In the spirit of the holiday, we're wondering:
What is the best Tamlin ship?
Tamlin/Lucien
Tamlin/Rhysand
Tamlin/Feyre
Tamlin/Nesta
Tamlin/Eris
Tamlin/Tarquin
Tamlin/Elain
Tamlin/Briar
Tamlin/Beron
Tamlin/Nyx
Tamlin/Me ;)
Other (let us know which ship we missed!)
Voting ended onFeb 17, 2025
Defend your choice in the replies, reblogs, or tags! We do accept propaganda for your ship, as long as we all keep it civil!
I heard that it's @tamlinweek and thus I had to draw the obligatory Brilin art piece... This was originally intended for Day 3 or 4 (Mates or Happily Ever After, respectevly), but I unfortunately couldn't finish it in time for either. Well, I suppose that by posting it for Day 6: Dreams, I can also use it as an excuse to promo my brilin fic as well.
In reference to a conversation I had with @matrixsss
You cant complain that you aren't a part of a community when you don't participate in community! I see the whining about how Tamlin Week seems biased when I am willing to bet the accounts being featured are the only ones actually participating. You can't be mad that you weren't nominated when you haven't nominated anyone yourself!
You want people to celebrate your ships and your writing but don't read, comment or interact with anyone else's works! Do you see the blatant difference between your page and theirs? They share eachothers fics! You've never reblogged or recommended a fic that wasn't written by you.
There is plenty of non smut, platonic and straight Tamlin fics, you literally just have to open your eyes. But that's not the issue is it? It's that no one is sharing YOUR fic. No one is celebrating YOU. When was the last time you celebrated someone else's works?
I know this sounds targeted, but it's really not. It's a pattern that is prevalent in the straight pro tamlin side and there are many people that fall into this category. You don't have to participate in community if you don't want to, but don't whine when there is no community to show up for you.
@tamlinweek is doing their best and they can only work with what is given to them. So put up or shut up your whining is cringe even for tumblr.
Rating: M | Tamlin/Briar (and backround Elucien) | Other Tags: Multichapter, Tamlin Redemption/Healing Arc, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Sleeping Beauty Elements | Read on AO3
Chapter 8: Judgment
Briar
It was the first time since the war that Briar had felt this content. Also the first time she had gotten a full night’s uninterrupted sleep.
It felt heavenly. The willow branches shaded her from the morning sun, and she could listen to the sweet lullaby of the tree combined with the birdsongs and the sound of running water from the river below.
The steady beat of her companion’s heart vibrated through her back. She was engulfed in the warmth and soft earthy scent of the body next to her, one strong arm having curled it's way around her waist—
A body. A strong, male body.
She jolted awake like someone had thrown ice cold water on her, a shriek leaving her mouth as she stumbled to her feet.
The man — no, male , he was definitely fae — stirred awake at the sound, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
To her horror, she saw he was fully naked. He had a powerful build, one she knew she would have appreciated under different circumstances. She wanted to avert her gaze from his blatant nakedness but also didn't want to not look at his movements, instead focusing on his face. Long blond hair fell all around him in a matted mess that had certainly seen better days and as he turned his gaze to her, she was struck by how green his eyes were.
“Stay back,” she stumbled backwards until her back hit the bark of the tree. She tried to force her voice to be as steady as she could, it came out more like a shriek, even to her own ears.
The male — who, she realized, looked strangely familiar — titled his head to the side. “What's wrong?”
“What's wrong is that you were— you were sleeping next to me. Naked.” She swallowed. “I’m on a diplomatic mission for the winter court and a personal friend to the High Lord. If you try anything—”
“What on earth are you talking about?” His brows furrowed, the last traces of sleep disappearing from his eyes. He extended a hard towards her but paused as it entered his line of vision. Then he looked down at himself, like only now realizing his own nakedness.
“Ah”
She gritted her teeth and without thinking swiftly picked a fallen branch off the ground, hurling it at him with all the strength her mortal body could muster. She wanted him gone.
It hit him straight in the head and managed to snap him out of his trance, turning his attention back to her.
Briar wanted to run but knew she had nowhere to go. The stranger could easily outrun her, and the manor was too far away anyway. “Look, if you leave now then I won't tell the high lord-”
“Briar, I am the High Lord.”
Briar blinked. “Excuse me?”
The stranger shook his head. “You truly don't recognize this form, do you? Well, I suppose you had never clearly seen me in it. I don't expect you to remember it from… anyway. I'm Tamlin. This is my High Fae form.”
Briar looked at him like he had grown two heads. “What?”
He tsked. Then there was a flash of light and before her indeed stood the Tamlin she knew, in his full beast self, once more.
Another flash and the male had returned.
Briar went still for a moment, dumbfounded. Then, slowly, like she was in a dream, she picked another branch. This time Tamlin dodged it with ease.
“Will you stop throwing sticks at me?” He asked in annoyance.
“What in the Seven Hels?! You— why are you naked?!”
“I… I must have unconsciously shifted back in my sleep.” He rolled his shoulders.
Briar gritted her teeth, looking to the side, specifically trying not to look at the High Lord of Spring in all his naked glory. Brainless, arrogant fae bastard. There was silence between them for a long moment, before she gestured towards her cloak, still on the ground next to him. “For the love of the Mother, cover yourself up.”
Tamlin picked the cloak, fastening it around his hips. It did little to conceal everything else, but at least his manhood wasn't—
No. Nope . She was not going to think of that specific part of his anatomy ever again.
“Why on earth do you not have any clothes on anyway?” She asked as she started walking towards the direction of the manor, not turning around to look at him.
There was silence before he answered. “I have been in my other form for the last 3 months now. I suppose I simply didn't need them.”
Briar glanced at the male from over her shoulder, eyebrows furrowed. “Is this what you always do? Run around naked in the woods for months on end? No wonder the Court is the way it is.”
Tamlin's face fell and she immediately felt guilty at her statement. But she supposed that it was true.
Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that his face was familiar.
“I don't usually go this long in my beast form. It just… it helps. When everything becomes too much to handle.” His voice was flat, apathetic. “I become just another animal in the woods.”
And forget, she heard his unfinished words. And there is no weight of my failures and mistakes on my shoulders.
Just another wolf in the woods, ready to be shot down by some skilled hunter. Her lips became a thin line. “You should probably stay in this form from now on if we are going to rebuild this Court. But only after you put on some proper clothes.”
“Why? Do you not appreciate the view?” He half-heartedly joked. “I never had this issue with any female before.”
Briar rolled her eyes. “Oh, I'm sure you were very successful with females in the past, my Lord” she said, sarcasm still dripping from her voice. “Especially if you consider ‘snuggling up to women in the woods while naked’ to be an acceptable form of courtship.”
She realized what she had implied a moment later. “N-Not that I think you are courting me or anything.” Damn her stupid mouth. “I would never bed a bear to begin with.” She added in an attempt to lessen her embarrassment, yet cringed at the comment.
Still, Tamlin chuckled.
It occurred to her then that she had never heard him laugh before. It still sounded strained, like he — or better, his sorrow — held him back from laughing properly, the way he once might have. She knew the feeling all too well.
“First of all, I'm not courting you,” he said, leaning closer to her, “and secondly, when I 'snuggle up' to women naked, it's a follow up to other things they have definitely enjoyed.”
Briar's face heated up. She supposed that she deserved this for the bear comparison. And maybe the sticks. But only a bit.
Thankfully, they had reached the manor before this conversation would get even more awkward.
She turned to him, ready to speak, but the words caught in her throat. It was the first time she had allowed herself to take a proper look at his face and…
“What is it now?” he asked curiously. A moment later he noticed how her face had gone ashen. “Briar?”
A beautiful golden face, sorrowful among the cheering and mocking faces of her captors.
Help me. Help me. Help me!
“You,” she choked out. “You are the male from the camp.”
Tamlin gave her a confused look. “But you knew that… I saved you.”
Briar shook her head. “No, before that. When the King… when he…” She felt her knees buckle and Tamlin’s arms reached for her, catching her before she could stumble.
Moments later she found herself sitting on a sofa in the main living room of the Manor, a glass of water pressing against her lips. The coldness of the water seemed to bring her back from her haze.
Tamlin sat at the low table opposite to her, a look of concern having crossed his face. Briar looked at him for a long moment. It all made sense now. Of course Tamlin didn’t prowl Hybern’s camp as a beast before her rescue. Of course he couldn’t help her sooner than when he did: he was a spy. Helping a few insignificant mortals foolish enough to be captured by Hybern’s forces would have blown up his cover and put his Court, if not all of Prythian, in jeopardy.
She knew, rationally, that she shouldn’t blame him for becoming a witness to her suffering. But there was a part of her that soured at the fact.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, “I just hadn’t realized that you… that it was you. In the camp.”
Tamlin’s face darkened with sorrow. “I’m sorry… I-I truly wish I could have done more...”
Briar shook her head, eyes wet with tears. “It’s alright. I know that you did what you could.”
Tamlin tried to protest but Briar grabbed his hand. “You still saved me at the end.”
Tamlin held her stare, and Briar grounded herself by observing all the gold specs swirling among the green. It was like sunlight playing on grass. The more she looked at his eyes, the more calm she felt.
“I’m ok,” she said, then added, “really,” at his still concerned look. “You should go take a shower and then get dressed before winnowing me back to my rooms. You have to meet with the sentries and Celine at noon.”
Tamlin nodded and got up. “Be right back.”
***
Tamlin had told Briar to go up ahead and meet with Celine at the White Hound before winnowing away. There was still something he needed to do beforehand, and she had managed to calm down completely by the time he finished showering.
It is getting easier , she realized.
She was about to enter the tavern when a flash of cobalt and white drew her attention to the alley next to the building. Curiosity took the better of her and she sneaked around the corner of the building, hoping that the strong smells from the tavern would mark her own scent.
Celine was there, leaning against the stone wall, hands crossed. The High Priestess, Daphne, was leaning forwards towards her. They appeared to be talking, albeit in hushed enough voices that Briar could not make out what they were saying.
Briar knew that spying was not exactly a polite thing to do. But Celine seemed to be just fine spying on her when she visited the Manor, so…
So Briar watched as Celine said something that caused Daphne to chuckle softly. Celine smiled at her, seemingly proud of herself for making the other female laugh, One of her hands had found its way to the side of the female’s face, tucking a stray strand of hair behind a pointy ear. Celine leaned forward, and her lips touched the other female’s.
“What are you looking at?” Came a strong male voice from behind Briar. The young woman jumped, as Bron had somehow appeared behind her.
The commotion had seemingly drawn the attention of the couple away from their own little world. They separated hastily, Celine blinking in surprise at the sight of Briar at the entrance of the alley. Daphne’s cheeks had turned beat-red at having been caught in such an intimate moment.
“Oh,” said Bron as he peeked over Briar’s shoulder. “Well, that does explain a few things.”
Briar thought back to how Celine had watched the evening service at the temple the other day. Or how she would disappear most nights. She supposed that Bron was right, that did explain a few things.
“Would both of you just go inside?” Growled Celine.
Briar’s cheeks heated up as both she and Bron hurried inside. He leaned towards her conspiratorially once they found their table. “Do you think they are still making out?”
Briar hit him at the shoulder and he laughed. “You were spying on them first. Don’t act so offended.”
“I wasn’t spying —” Briar argued as she flopped into the chair he had pulled for her. “Well. Maybe I was. But it wasn’t intentional, I just saw them in the alley and…”
“Yeah ok,” smirked Bron. “Whatever you say.”
Briar pouted. Even if she had spied on them, Celine couldn’t blame her for it. Yes, Briar knew that Celine was very private by nature, especially when it came to her personal affairs, but the female kept disappearing for hours each day and night, and refused to elaborate on her whereabouts. Briar was simply sick of being kept in the dark. Besides, it wasn’t like Celine’s sexuality was a secret. Briar had even met some of her lovers before, albeit briefly.
Relationships between members of the same sex were not uncommon among the Fae. Yes, they may be frowned upon in certain places, such as in the Autumn Court or the Night Court, but Kalias took the right of his subjects to love who they choose very seriously, especially whenever his own sister in law was concerned.
A sudden silence fell around her, snapped Briar off her thoughts. She glanced towards the door and saw Tamlin standing before the entrance.
The High Lord looked much better than he had this morning. He was now clean, his hair properly comped into a low ponytail and his face shaved. He had even managed to find a clean-enough looking cream colored tunic and matching breeches. He wore no crown or jewelry, but the sword hanging at his hip added some air of authority to match his status.
Unfortunately any authority that the sword added was lost at his demeanor. Tamlin was stiff as a statue. With the crowd that had gathered at the tavern all having their eyes focused on him and him only, Tamlin reminded Briar of a trapped animal. She had a half mind to call him over to her table, just to save him from this position, but before she could act she saw Hart standing up and walking towards him.
Tamlin, seemingly motivated by the appearance of a singular opponent to focus on, met the dark-haired male halfway, at an area of the tavern that was without tables.
Tamlin was the first to break the silence, seemingly speaking to everyone present. “I know that I have failed you. As a warrior, as a leader and as a protector.” Tamlin paused, like he was fighting to find his words. Sorrow crossed his beautiful face.“I cannot express how sorry I am for my actions.”
“Fuck you apology!” Came a voice from the back of the tavern, breaking the silence of the crowd. Some people mimicked the man’s statement, while others came to the defense of the fallen High Lord.
“Silence!” Barked Hart, reining in the crowd’s reaction. Briar had heard that he was given the rank of general before the war, and was one of the few people to try and keep Spring from falling into complete ruin since, gathering what remained of the Spring army around him. An army whose officers made up most of the people sitting around her now.
“You have every right to hate me.” Said Tamlin. “I won’t ask you not to. I’m not here to demand things of you. I have come here today to put myself at your mercy. You are the people of the Spring Court. You are the Spring Court. Whenever you keep me as your High Lord or execute your wrath upon me is for you to judge.” Tamlin looked at Hart now, a spark of determination in his eyes and unsheathed his sword. There was some commotion at the sight of the drawn blade, until Tamlin fell on one knee before the General and offered it to him, head lowered.
Silence fell across the tavern and Briar felt the blood in her veins turn to ice as she realized what was to happen. This was to be an execution.
She tried to get up, to protest, but a hand on her shoulder kept her in place. “This is between him and his people.” Came Celine’s low voice next to her. Briar hadn’t even realized that the other female had taken a seat next to her. “You are not to interfere. This is an order. ”
It was like a spell was put to her, keeping her rooted in place. The breath halted in her chest as she watched Hart pick up the sword and study it.
It was as if time had slowed down as Hart lifted the sword over his head. Tamlin kept his head hanging low, the back of his neck exposed for the blade.
“Wait!” screamed Briar, her shriek piercing the silence just as the sword pierced the air in a downward spiral.
She watched in horror as the sword passed right next to Tamlin’s cheek.
It sank to the wooden flooring like a knife to butter.
She could see her shock echoed in Tamlin’s eyes as he looked up at his would-have-been executioner. A flower of blood bloomed at his cheekbone, flowing into a thin red line down his face.
Hart stared down at his High Lord, eyes gleaming with the authority of his position. “One chance,” was all he said.
