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I finally came up with a name for my first moon fae oc! Her name is Astra! While developing her character I decided to design another one. Honestly I love this palette that I could create a fleet of them lol I'd like to believe that every moon fae has her own talent. Though in the end the goal is to make stars for the moon goddess. 🌙⭐ |instagram| |Cara| |Blue Sky| |TikTok|

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A Vase of Flowers, Peter Faes, 1790

[inky-writing]

The Dryad

Part 2

Tamlin x reader

Warnings: blood, scars, wounds, idk, spoiler if you didn't read at least the first three tomes of acotar, fire, violence

Word count: 844

The forest was ablaze with chaos. Smoke coiled through the trees, a dark, suffocating shroud that choked the air and blotted out the sunlight. Y/N clung to the massive oak at the heart of her grove, her hands trembling as she felt the searing pain that came from the deep connection she shared with it. The attackers had come swiftly and without warning, their hatred sharp and unyielding.

“Lesser fae filth,” one of them snarled as they swung an axe into the trunk of the tree. The impact sent a jolt of agony through Y/N’s body, and she cried out, the sound raw and broken. They didn’t care about the sacredness of the forest or the life that thrummed within it; they only saw her as an abomination that needed to be erased.

She had tried to fight. She’d summoned the magic of the forest, had whispered to the roots and vines, calling them to rise and defend her. But there were too many of them, and her strength was failing. The purists’ fire spread quickly, licking hungrily at the edges of the grove. The flames grew closer to the tree she was bound to, and Y/N’s vision blurred with tears.

“Please,” she whispered to the forest, her voice barely audible over the crackling fire. “Help me.”

The purists laughed, their cheers ringing hollow in her ears. “No one’s coming for you, dryad. No one cares.”

But they were wrong.

A roar split the air, primal and furious, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. The faes froze, their weapons poised mid-swing as a massive, golden-furred beast burst through the trees. Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, was a blur of rage and claws, his beast form towering over the attackers. His green eyes blazed with fury, and his roar turned to a snarl as he lunged at the nearest male.

Chaos erupted anew. Tamlin tore through the attackers with a ferocity that left no room for mercy. They screamed and scattered, but there was no escape from his wrath. His claws slashed through their ranks, his fangs tearing into those who dared to harm what he had come to protect.

Y/N could barely process what was happening. Her vision swam, and the bond she shared with the tree pulsed weakly, the connection fading as the damage grew too great. She felt herself slipping, her strength draining away.

When the last of the attackers fell, Tamlin turned to her, his beast form shimmering as he shifted back to his fae self. His golden hair was disheveled, and his hands were stained with blood, but his focus was entirely on her.

“Y/N,” he breathed, rushing to her side. He gathered her into his arms, his touch gentle despite the desperation in his movements. Her head lolled against his chest, and she felt the faint tremor in his hands as he held her.

“Tamlin…” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel his warmth, the steady beat of his heart, but it wasn’t enough to ground her.

“Stay with me,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. He pressed his forehead to hers, his golden hair mingling with hers. “You can’t leave me. Not now.”

Through the haze of pain, she heard him speak again, his voice low and raw. “The bond… it snapped for me. I was just too much of a coward to admit it. I was scared, Y/N. Scared of failing you, of losing you like I lost everyone.”

She wanted to respond, to tell him it was all right, but the darkness pulled her under before she could.

Two years later, the grove was whole again. The ancient oak that Y/N was bound to stood tall and strong, unblemished, its roots deep. The forest hummed with life, a testament to the care and love that had gone into its restoration.

Y/N stood beneath the oak, her hand resting on its trunk. She was healed, though the scars of that day lingered in her memory and on her body. She glanced at Tamlin as he approached, his presence warm that brought a soft smile to her lips.

“It’s thriving again,” he said, his voice quiet. His green eyes met hers, and she saw the unspoken question there, the lingering guilt that he still carried.

“It is,” she replied, stepping closer to him. She reached for his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. “Because of you.”

Tamlin shook his head. “Because of us.” He lifted her hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss against her knuckles. “I’ll never let anyone hurt you again, Y/N. I swear it.”

Y/N leaned into him, resting her head against his chest. She could feel the steady beat of his heart, the bond between them humming with quiet certainty. For the first time in years, she felt truly safe.

The forest whispered around them, its magic wrapping them in its embrace. Their story wasn’t over; it was only beginning.