Tamlin likes to keep his hair long, all the way to his knees or more, back then. it was just nice, something that he felt like was just for him, for him to take care of, to have fun with that won't affect anyone else. in his earlier days as a high lord his closest friends learned to use it as a method to keep track of whether or not he was overworking himself, or not taking care of himself. nag a little without being too overbearing they would say 'your hair is dirty' and mean are you overworking again? 'thats not your usual braid' when was the last time you had time to take a proper bath and look after yourself 'your hair looks better' you had some rest? and his lovers (lucien, andras or both) would often use that to- well, you can infer.
and so, when he first met feyre, and well, had to say something nice. that was the only thing he could think of, 'your hair looks clean', you are in better shape, did you rest well? clean up? relaxed a bit more?
In all her centuries of life, Alis had never had any children of her own. She'd had her nephews, and she'd taken care of them as best as she could until they had to be sent away, but she'd never felt the urge to settle, nor to birth children of her own.
Perhaps because the Mother had somehow known; with all her infinite wisdom, that she would need all of her strength and patience to deal with not only Tamlin, but Andras and Lucien's antics as well.
For instance,
He'd fallen out of a tree, of all things. Out on patrol, apparently.
Tamlin winced as she wound the bandage around his left arm, securing it into a sling.
"This was a very stupid thing. You ought to be more careful," Alis muttered, "Even High Lords aren't indestructible."
"Lucien was the one who dared me to climb to the top," Tamlin said in protest, as if that changed anything.
"Then you're both stupid." she replied flatly.
His lip turned downwards into a pout as Alis finished tucking in the loose fabric.
"Now, there's a great deal that you won't be able to do by yourself, so don't even try it," Alis warned, waggling a finger in Tamlin's face.
"I want you on complete bed rest until it heals. No strenuous activities. That means no patrols, no training, no dueling, no climbing, no riding, and no paperwork." She tried frantically to think of any other tasks that Tamlin could manage to weasel in with a loophole, but she must have gotten them all, because he only nodded resignedly with a 'Yes, Alis.'
She sighed, unable to stop the fond smile that stretched her lips.
Back home in Summer, she would have never dared to speak to High Lord Nostrus in such a manner when she served in his Hall, but Tamlin was a different sort entirely. Though he was High Lord, he was still young, and Alis could feel sometimes that what he needed wasn't someone to serve him, but simply someone to care. So he took her nagging and needling with resigned acceptance, and Alis was more than happy to snap at him whenever he acted foolishly, such as now.
Indeed, after almost three decades living in Spring, Alis could not imagine calling any other court home. Though admittedly, Spring had not been Alis's first choice. Some fae from Spring had snuck into Summer, speaking of a plan to help them escape from Amarantha's attack. Never, she'd thought to herself. She'd heard the stories of the late High Lord Oberon. Any blood to come from that line would surely be rotten to the bone.
Alis's mind had turned then to her nephews. She would rather board a ship for ten miserable months and risk the treacherous journey to Dawn. Some of the others had shared her uncertainty. In the end though, she had had no other choice. The waters of Silver Bay had turned almost black with the blood shed that day.
She remembered her first day in Spring with startling clarity. Tamlin had been High Lord for only a few decades, and though he sat with poise, there was no hiding the unease in his eyes, nor the tremor in his fingers.
She had knelt there silently on the stone floor of the throne room, flanked on either side by dozens of what remained of their little travelling party, surrounded by Spring guards with golden spears. They had been forced to remain silent, foreheads pressed flat to the ground as Tamlin's council of advisors droned into his ear.
Turn them away.
Spring has always stood her own ground.
What need have we of Summer refugees?
They cannot offer us anything. Their skills are useless here.
No. They must leave here before the halls are forever scented with blood and mud.
Alis remembered raising her head then, the boiling anger inside of her unable to take any more, and her eyes locked onto Tamlin's.
Wide, and afraid, and such an intense green.
He was just a boy, Alis had realised.
His advisors continued to speak, but then he'd risen from his throne. Those eyes hardened, sending Alis's heart into a panicked rhythm. She hadn't recognised it then, his determination.
That same day, Alis moved into the servant's quarters, and Tamlin's council had become twenty five high fae less. Even now, whenever Alis walked through the throne room, she could still spy the scorch marks from Tamlin's fury that day. They made her smile. From that day on, she had sworn her loyalty to that frightened boy who had squared his jaw and went against his entire council for a bedraggled band of refugees with nought to their name.
She looked upon him now, lying on his bed with a furrow to his brow and a dramatic downward tilt to his lips.
"Rest," she repeated, touching him lightly on the arm. "After dinner, I'll bring up some willow bark tea to help with the pain."
As soon as she left the room, Lucien immediately accosted her.
"Is he-"
"You're to leave him to rest till after dinner," she said firmly.
He sagged. She felt a little sorry for the Autumn male. Only a little.
"He'll recover," she said, softer, "Go and finish your patrols. You can see him after."
When he was finally allowed to come and visit Tamlin in his rooms, try as he might to maintain a sympathetic expression, Lucien had taken one look at the miserable figure in the bed and burst out laughing.
He was sprawled on his belly, his broken arm dangling carefully off the side of the bed to avoid being crushed, his good hand trying madly to reach a spot on his lower back.
"I can't scratch it," Tamlin whined.
"Aww, wee lamb."
"I'm serious, Lucien. My back is so godsdamned itchy, and I can't even reach it!"
"Hmm, I wonder why." he said, deadpan.
Tamlin scowled.
"Oy! You didn't have to take the dare so seriously. You could have just shifted into a squirrel, and then climbed, for Cauldron's sake."
Tamlin only groaned again. "Scratch my back for me!"
"Absolutely not."
"Please!"
They continued to needle each other back and forth until Tamlin finally collapsed into a dramatic sprawl. Lucien sighed. He did feel the slightest bit bad for him. He may or may not have been too obnoxious about the 'dare battle' they'd invented to keep their brains from falling out of their skulls from boredom during that patrol.
"Fine."
Alis hefted the tea tray in her arms, taking the stairs two at a time even though her hip twinged in protest. Lucien had come back from his visit to the villages looking calmer, and she'd 'given him permission' (it amazed her at times, that as big and strong, and infinitely more powerful as they were, they still deferred to Alis' judgement as if she would be able to stop them in any way if they disagreed -they never did-) to at last visit Tamlin.
She had almost reached Tamlin's room when she heard it. She should have turned away.
"Higher, higher!"
"Here?"
"Yes, right there, right there. Gods, I owe you for this, Lucien."
The male in question sighed deeply."This is the last and only time I do something like this for you."
"Then I'll be sure to savour it. OH!"
Alis promptly ran down the stairs. Mother and Cauldron boil her bones.
That had definitely not been what she had meant when she had been talking about strenuous activities, but of course Tamlin had managed to find a damned loophole anyway. And of course Lucien had been all too willing to go along with his antics.
She sighed. She could feel a headache growing.
And then there had been Tamlin's birthday.
Tamlin's birthday was always a… sensitive, occasion. Not since his family's deaths had he celebrated it, preferring instead to cloister himself inside of his chambers, no matter how hard Andras tried to coax him outside.
Such had been the way ever since Alis had lived in Spring. So she would forever be grateful to Lucien. For his blunt, matter-of-fact way of speaking. His charm and persuasiveness. How he had burrowed his way into Tamlin's life with each dry quip, drawing out startled barks of laughter with raunchy anecdotes that had even Andras flushing. He was a breath of fresh air, and he had coaxed Tamlin out of his shell as much as he had done for the Autumn male.
This year would be the first that Tamlin celebrated his birthday since his family's deaths. She had thrown herself into the planning with gusto, along with Lucien and Andras, though if she were to be asked, that wasn't all that they were throwing themselves into-
NO, no, ignore her, it wasn't her place to say.
Well…
It was no secret that though Tamlin and Andras were close, they were not close in that way. Privately, Alis had always thought that that was a shame in and of itself. They were both gentle souls that couldn't have been better suited for each other. But some things weren't meant to be, she supposed. So when she'd caught wind of Tamlin and Lucien's budding romance, she'd been wary at first. Lucien was a fine male, but Andras had been Tamlin's steadfast companion for nearing on centuries now. Yes, it had taken her a while to warm to the idea, but they each deserved happiness, all of them did, and if that happiness could be found in each other, then so much the better.
So, you could imagine her disappointment when she discovered that Lucien and Andras had been dallying together behind Tamlin's back.
Alis had been on her way back to the kitchens with a basket of eggs when she happened to walk past the stables.
The sounds of grunts and heavy breathing reached her ears, and she sighed inwardly. No matter how many times the stable hands and kitchen workers were told NOT to fraternise with the other, they never listened. Already irritated, she prepared to walk in and give them each a strong talking to, but then she heard two very familiar voices.
and overheard a snatch of conversation. Curious, she lingered.
A soft groan,"... I don't think it'll fit."
Lucien.
"What do you mean 'it won't fit'? It's fine."
Andras.
Lucien scoffed, "Easy for you to say, you're not the one riding."
"Well, I can help you loosen it if you need."
Alis's eyes positively bugged out of her head. Right, that was her cue to leave. In her hurry, she accidently jostled a rake outside, and it clattered to the ground.
"What was that?"
She ran.
As a result, Alis had been coolly ignoring the both of them since she'd caught wind of the whole thing. Gods… what would Tamlin say if he knew? His two closest friends, one of them his partner, being intimate together. If she'd had a grave, she'd be rolling in it.
Andras frowned, walking over to peer out of the stall. "No-one. Anyway, just. Take. It."
Lucien held the plate armour up dubiously. They had spent months planning Tamlin's birthday festivities, and part of the day's events was to be a joust. It had been a long long time since Tamlin had partaken in one, Andras had mused.But the only issue? Lucien had no armour of his own to wear. Hence, this last minute scrabbling.
To be completely fair, the armour truly was ugly. It followed the silhouette favoured by the Southron fae, from whom Tamlin's grandfather had descended from. But unfortunately, that meant Lucien would look like a solid pat of butter stamped with the crest of a roaring beast when wearing the damned thing. And the final cherry on the cake? That was the best option out of everything else Lucien had tried on. By this point, he was genuinely shocked that steam wasn;t coming out of his ears from how hot he'd gotten in all that armour.
He sighed. "If I fall off of Gailleann in front of everyone before the joust even begins, I'll know who to blame."
"Who? The horse?"
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Warmed with mead and thoroughly stirred by hours of carefree dancing, they at last tumbled into the moonlit clearing amidst a cacophony of giggles and loud shushing. Tamlin fell onto his back on the grass, immediately followed by Lucien and Andras.
It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Limbs twisted around bodies, hair tangled in fingers and caught in eager mouths. Clothes were lifted reverently from hot skin, boots and adornments thrown to the side. Like a familiar dance, they read each other's desires in each gasping breath and twitching muscle.
Soon, Tamlin was pushing down on Lucien's shoulders, kissing him hard enough to bruise. His hair fell around them like a burnished curtain. Lucien drank in every panting breath, savouring his gasps and sighs. Tamlin still tasted of cherry wine.
Tamlin pulled away, looking back over his shoulder with a devilish grin.
"Are you going to come?"
Andras smiled, rising to his knees. Tamlin turned back Lucien, his eyes dancing as he moved further down. From this position, his kiss-swollen lips were mere inches away from grazing the tip of Lucien's cock, his hot breath torturing him. Lucien was about to whine in complaint, when suddenly Tamlin leaned down and swiped his tongue deliberately over the head, then all thoughts fled Lucien's mind.
He must have looked half wild in that moment; he certainly felt it. His blood pounded in his ears like a ceremonial drum, each beat rising higher and higher until he could barely think. Tamlin drew in more of him, dragging his teeth lightly across his length and Lucien couldn't help the ragged moan that punched out of him.
Tamlin pulled off of him abruptly, and Lucien could hear his breath hitching as Andras finally joined them. One moment, Andras was at Tamlin's back, his teeth biting down hard on his shoulder, the next, Tamlin was flat on the ground, his head resting on the angle of Lucien's folded leg.
He pushed himself up onto his elbows, greeted by the sight of Andras's wild curls, crowned on either side by Tamlin's muscular thighs. All he could do was groan, arousal already thickening.
"Your turn to watch." Andras said teasingly, his voice like raspy velvet.
Lucien barely had time to register his words before Andras was dropping his head and Tamlin was arching with a shout.
They were beautiful, the pair of them. Tamlin's chest shone with sweat, the effort of keeping still almost too much for him to bear. Lucien could smell how Andras's steady rhythm was quickly turning from pleasure to punishment as he continued to work his tongue in maddening swirls, his hand still lazily stroking along Tamlin's length. Each time he could scent Tamlin veering closer to the edge of release, Andras would slow to a barely there pressure, building him up again only to retreat. Over and over until Tamlin was about ready to howl and writhe his way out of his own skin in desperation.
Lucien hadn't even realised he was slowly reaching for himself until Andras's clear voice was ringing out across the clearing, "Don't."
Unthinkingly, he obeyed, watching with a dry mouth as Andras continued to suck and bite and lave and stroke. He finally pulled away, breathless. Andras's honey-brown eyes glowed in the moonlight.
"I think you're ready now, yes?"
Tamlin's eyes darkened with desire.
Andras smiled, his eyes softening as he turned his head to press a kiss to the back of Tamlin's knee. He shuffled back, positioning himself at Tamlin's entrance.
"Ready, Lucien?"
Tamlin swallowed him down to the hilt in the same moment that Andras pushed into him, and for a moment all they could do was breathe. Then, as if urged by some invisible force, they began to move. Caught in between the two of them, Tamlin was a thing of regal beauty. By then, Lucien was already gone.
He rolled his hips forward wantonly, lost in the sensation. Tamlin met him thrust for thrust, his reserves of energy seemingly doubled.
The air grew thick with the sounds of their fucking. Arousal hung in the air. Each movement was a push and pull, a natural wave. Each moan and sigh, gasp and cry melding together into a symphony of pleasure until one by one, they succumbed to their release.
When they stumbled back into the manor the next morning, all in various states of undress and with suspicious marks on their chests, Alis furrowed her brow. What in Prythi-
ehhhhhhh I love the outfit but I think the expression coulda been better, the wing positioning as well
hmm not many headcanons for this one either but (*꒪ヮ꒪*)➝
like why tf do people call him weak omg, hes a shapeshifter who can shift others need i say more??? also, the wind and other stuff (sorry my memory is hazy)
some ideas that i thought of is his connection to his people, may its kinda like somesort of bond wherethey swear lowyalty or smth and then when they become part of the spring court this becomes a thing, so he doesnt need census' for certain details..?
the next one is lowk gory? and just plain sadistic
another thing i detail i think of is how the shapeshifting could wasused to 'educate the children of spring (in the hl family)' where they would kinda pull apart layers of the body, skin nerves vessels ect. and call it education, when its just flat torture, how crass would it be to lay hands like some common folk smh, that kind of energy. once tam tried to speak out, and in return, cernunnos took his vocal cords for speaking out, and his tear ducts for crying. since that he would still wake up centuries later unable to speak, and keeping his eyes closed
MOVING ON, tkaing a bit of inspiration from a ff of buggy (from onepiece) being able to fixhis body bc he could feel minute details, tam could heal himself like that, as in feel the tear in the tissue, and rerarange stuff till its fixed
another thing i like to think abt his powers is that in the first book its so weird and disconnected from his seperate powers, like wind, earth, shapeshifting? and there obviously should be nature and plant powers right, so what if its less so the seperate powers, rather the ability to manipulate matter. atoms and stuff idk, i feel like that would lead to some really cool stuff, like being able to to a very limited extent manipulate other elements, just for show and fun, and most of all control, needed very precise control to actually do stuff to show off skill and stuff.
Anything thing ABT shapeshifting, I like to think that, while he can shift into anything, there's one specific form that he's born in that he can't alter, like sorta a more physical body that's changes naturally? Idrk how to explain, I like to call it the 'birth form' in my head, and so there's certain vulnerabilities when in that form? Like scars show up on that form, ones that heal over when glamoured or smth, so there's like trust and intimacy when staying or even showing such form to people
For hair, he has longggg ass hair reaches ankles kind of hair. When doing business and stuff he keeps it in a high ponytail, really pretty stuff. When fighting he just shifts the hair shorter, makes stuff easier yk?
There's this one scene Ive been thinking of (inspiration from mdzs, where lwj was kinda bathing in that cove) and so like during one of the (how do you say annual but like per decade) tour of the spring court to check up on the corners. So then they (tam, and co, which happens to include lulu and Andras or maybe it's just yhem)
So it's night time, or are least evening, they've separated for some reason, maybe build camp or smth and there's this nice stream/ mini waterfall where tam went to relax and bath, and not keep up the glamours, then he's relaxed enough to kinda just forget his surroundings, lowk dozing off, in comes Andras and Lu, and they're just there breath taken BC Holy shit he's so pretty and stuff. No glamour so all the HL glow is there, the unnatural yet very nature elements, partially plants and insects ect very fae and omg the hair, typically he keeps it presented as mid back but omg this is so long and Lucious like liquid gold or silky honey
Something something tam offers for them to join, shyly asks for help with the hair to just a sweet and cute bonding moment (*´ω｀*)
im really really sorry it took me this long to reply
“Lucien! Have you seen- mphfalkdj”
Normally Lucien wasn't one for phsycially shutting him up- at least not with his hands-, but today must be an exception.
“Wha? eugh- did you just lick me?” Whatever shock or anger he felt wasn't enough for Lucien to raise his voice above a whisper, as he wiped his hand down Andras’ shirt.
Only, Andras’ smile only widened as he smirked suggestively. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. But before he could make his comment Lucien interrupted him; reminding Andras that he came with a question.
“Where’s Tam?”
To which Lucien responded with his own smile. Motioned to him to come closer, he pulled his hair aside. There, right on his shoulder, curled up with a small beak tucked under his wing, and in turn was tucked in the crook of Lucien's neck, was Tamlin.
As a bird.
A small song bird.
Golden and soft and absolutely adorable.
“Did you need him for something?” Lucien murmured softly.
“Nothing that can’t wait,” Andras replied just as softly, “Let’s go to the garden.”
Sensing their decision to rest together, somewhere nice, somewhere safe, Tam gave a little sleepy but cheerful 'chirrp', before promptly dozing off again.
My fave is tamciendras and i like to think that tamlin tends to be best at acts of service as in he likes to be of use to his lovers right, and a lil side of gift giving except hes like ghis big cat who just drops/drags these dead animals to them like, did i do good? Do you like it? Tell me i did good, and jfs like this terrified bunny thats spooked but not dead, or a small deer, thats pretending to play dead, kr some big beast thats he just hunted and dragged bloody and gory laid to their feet like <3333 do you feel my love?. And most receptive to ig touch and words of affirmation? Very touch starved and all that, he'd love lil head pats, and ear scratches and getting lil butt pats
Lucien would be most well versed in words of affirmation and gift giving, like first silvertongued fox hello? He'd say the sweetest things and make them feel safe and loved and its so sweet, and he travels a lot as an emissary right? So he'd go to other courts and in some market place he'd find and see stuff that remind him of them or think they'd find interesting. Hes tends to like quality time, like they're all busy busy sometimes not in the same court, and even when they are in the same general vicinity their jobs tend to difer enough that they just dont spend enough time together winding down and chilling and not having to remain professional yk? And when he was younger he didnt get to spend lots of time with family and all that so, yeah.
Andras, loves expressing love through physical touch (per my hc hes from a fallen noble family who became tams retainer and later a close friend/advisor when he became high lord, only joining ranks as a sentry after amarantha), and planning out quality time and stuff. He likes to play with their hair, giving casual touches here and there not at all sexual most of ghe time, just to keep proximity and share some warmth. And between the three of them he tends to find himself with the most free time so like, he'll yeah there is this cool thing/place/activity he thinks they'll have fun doing when they have time to do so. He responds well to acts of service and touch, he likes having his hair played with, sitting close, and just having hands or shoulders brushing, cuddling is one of his favorite pastimes, especially with beastlin.
part 2 of my submission for @tamlinweek day 3 (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+
Polycules & plantonics/worship;
heres part 1
headcanons & ideas (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧
Ft. Tamciendras, the former heirs, thesan, children and some weak attempts at writing, Once again, not edited ideas that are just gathering dust at the back of my mind that I'll work on maybe
if any appeals or dare I say, inspires you to create smth, PLSPLSPLS TAG ME I WANNA SEE, IM ON MY KN- ahem
Anyways, enjoy (｡ﾉω＼｡)
Tamciendras
wowowow omg they have been running around in my mind for AGES now, ahem anyways
Tamlins and Andras met when they were fairly young, most children of the high lords have personal guards, Tam being friend to be a soldier, Cernunnos didn't see the need for one for tam, his mother tho, insisted. Tam at that point was pretty fucked up by his father, dead on the inside, little emotion felt and stuff right, and he's like 'idrc, but what's the point, I can protect myself just fine' and so, Cernunnos was like 'hey! There's some people I wanna punish, let tam fight them to death, if they lose, they lose, if they win they get the honor of being the third prince's retainer'
Stuff happens there's all the pomp and glamour and stuff in the end, be luck, skill or both, maybe tam is tired, (magic isn't allowed btw) maybe Andras is just better, maybe he got lucky but all in all, he becomes Tam's retainer. Andras originally joined BC he doesn't have much to do, hr lost his family to the war and was just kinda floating around, so be figured at least this might be something interesting to do
Tam at this point is pretty closed off and didnt run off to the warbands yet so he's just doing dirty work and studying right so there's little interaction b/w the two. Andras hates this, he thinks tam hates him, and tries to be friends and stuff not much progress is made unfortunately (mostly thanks to Cernunnos). Tamlin also thinks Andras hates him, I mean who wouldn't hate him (smh Cernunnos, manipulation? Not cool)
Then tam left for the warbands. Andras, instructed by tam was to not come, and so Andras was like ykw, im pretty sure ya don't need me to be ur personally guard and also went to the war bands, just a different one (could be the same idk) they're pretty awkward around each other, they start from the bottom as soldiers and work they're way up, slowly tam is kinda coming out of his shell, and he's no longer so detached from reality and they're sorta friendly w/ each other
After tam became high lord, they have more chances to interact w/o outside pressure of acting a certain way or smth, tam is still pretty cold and shit right, he's currently drowning in this guilt for the crimes of their forefathers as rulers. So he's working himself to the ground disappearing in his office for days, and like Andras was like, this won't do, so often he would bring dinner or smth up for tam, and Tam's like, bruh this is not ur job why are u doing this, Andras would just smile and say that's what friends do, but also that he should make sure tam is still alive and stuff
And they just kinda are like this for awhile, then one day, eris sent a note, and they rescued Lucien, at first Lucien was pretty depressed and wouldn't see people, Andras became his first friend from spring. For a good while Lucien was just kinda there healing from trauma and making new friends, one of which being tamlin, tam having this habit of keeping heir traits under glamour, continued this trend. So it was only after awhile that Lucien realized his new friend 'tam' was really the high lord of spring. After a couple of months or so, Lucien could keep up with a charade that he was fine, he isn't really, but it's just that now he's kinda more functional. He doesn't want to sit around and do nothing and hes offering to help and get a job and stuff, something something he becomes the spring emissary
time passes and tam kinda lets go of his more... Colder? And more pessimistic? Mindset, smiles and becomes more friendly with people, the trio all kinda have crushes on each other, Andras became pretty aware early on, BC ofc it's the pretty lil ice Prince he's been around for so long, Lucien also caught on pretty early, tho he still has some hesitations abt it, buts he's kinda chill with it after the initial panic. Tam on the other hand was oblivious to his own feelings for the longest time, when he did realize he's all over the place, thinking there's no way, he's not gonna ruin this friendship, ( still not quite understanding that he'd pretty and desirable and people genuinely like him)
I don't think there is much panic about the fact that it's poly BC it's lowk pretty normal, they live so long and stuff, and generally there's open communication and all that. So soon enough, Andras and Lucien was flirting with him pretty regularly, poor tam is pretty flustered most of the time, they get more comfortable with each other and gets more physically affectionate, casual touches hugs, cuddling never more tho. BC when it comes the subject of their relationship, it's a fucken mess, technically Tams the HL it's really hard for a relationship tobe public while not be attack and his lovers not being seen in certain lights and it just kinda sucks for them
it takes quite some time and a lot of convincing themselves and each other, they get together. It'd pretty good for them for a couple of years, they're happy and cute and all that, it grew from less of an infatuation and lust, and it kinda settles down to fond affection and love, a deep connection and all that sap, but it all comes crashing down after the curse and amarantha, at that point, one night tam asked for things to end between them, he's can't try to break the curse with that, it's unfair on all of them, the innocent party, Andras and Lucien understand but it just really hurts them all and slowly chip away at their spirits
Between the years, there was a couple of candidates that fitthe bill, but thensomehow one way or another they didnt last, some died, some left, one figured it out and left, it really wore them down and so tam stopped. Around the end of the 50 years, it was pretty terrible, there armt really anymore options, and so Andras was sent out, other sentries were much younger, and tam and the others didnt want them to die, or they were pretty dam strong and were needed if there are anymore conflicts. and so he went
and mother above it was terrible on them all, technically they arnt together, but like its not like they just stopped loveing each other, it was especially terrible when they found Andras' body.
after everything, after lucien left with feyre and after hybern, tamlin started having hallucinations, sometimes its andras, sometimes its his brothers, sometimes even his father. they would talk to him, insults, blaming, sometimes echos of comfort from this brothers and andras, sometimes he sees andras but he would often hear his father instead blaming and wearing him down
When lucien first came to the spring court, it was when tam recently became the high lord, so the spring court was pretty isolated, people outside of the court rarely met tam, he has this reputation of being grouchy and tactless, so lucien, didn't know what tam looked like or what he looks like. lucien was unconscious after the fight with his brothers and the majority of spring citizens are shapeshifter,he didn't immediately assume it was the hl who saved him. when he first woke up, he didn't realize the pretty blond who was reading (working) at the bedside was the hl
andras realized pretty early on and absolutely loved putting them in situations where tam inst addressed as HL and has them interact, he dragged this on for as long as possible
Even before they got together, Andras liked teasing tam and calling him 'princess' BC he's pretty and all that, (andras is not that much shorter than Tam, and almost as muscled) he eventually got Lucien to join in (lulu is almost half a head shorter and nowhere near as much muscles, tam doesn't not look tanky BC if inhuman proportions elongating limbs and stuff
Andras dual wields swords,(hes proficient and very skilled but those are his fave) before he left over the wall he game one each to tam and Lu. they have promise rings three each, two representing the others and one with elements of all three, Lucien wears his as earrings or rings, tam keeps it around his neck on a delicate chain, Andras has his imbedded in his swords and wears one as an earring
i have more ideas but this is getting wayyy to long, maybe I should actually start writing than just thinking 😔
Plantonics
Other heirs
some older ideas often involved the former summer and winter heir, eris the the spring children. Bc there was mention abt how the heirs knew each other and stuff. (Including my spring family HCs) The twins and eris was allies/acquaintances (that's a lie they're besties) and so BC they are all from the seasonal courts they're sorta familiar right, then at some point through some evtns and coincidences, like catching the others plotting against their parents (beron and Cernunnos) ect
They sorta just started bonding and stuff, then the twins and Tam improve their relationship, and he joins the friend group and stuff, he's the youngest so they kinda treat him like a younger brother, in return there's just this small period in time where he gets to be silly and a kid and a gremlin hehe
After becoming the high lord, despite the twins not being around anymore, tam still hung out with the others, they would lowk help him with stuff he didn't learn and just overall very wholesome and cute until it's not
the summer heir once tried to teach their group how to fish in more open sea, eris got it pretty quickly, the winter heir on the other hand kept didn't have much luck, and so the twins (I really need to find some names for them 💀) kept teasing till he froze the whole area skewering all most fish out, while this was happening, tam was practicing more aquatic forms in shapeshifting he too, was skewered (not severely off)
They tried to come up with combo attacks, w/ magic it was majorly destructive, and so they stopped. It was like a snowstorm typhoon fire poison and all sorts of stuff all mushed together and very chaotic they had lots of fun tho
Their next attempt was something like that thing in voltron(?) where they became a giant, the frame was the spring brothers W/ branches, minerals and stuff, while the more elemental ones were the limbs
there was an ongoing prank war, where they would pull stuff during important meetings and shit, spring brothers vs the others, tamlins often being very trusting after getting over the initial fear and stuff often fell for most of the pranks
During utm, tam never got a chance to say goodbye before the winter and summer heir died, he only heard the news weeks afterwards
Later after UTM, he gets to know kallias and Tarquin, tam and eris sometimes finds shadows of their former friend in them
Thesan
Personally, I HC that Thesan became the high lord after/during the human wars, when he was around 500-700 ish, he was the heir and was trained for this position since forever and something something tamlin being not the heir went around other courts for education and stuff, where he eventually met thesan
Sometimes they met normally like he was going around the capital and theyre both in a store/looking at an invention at a booth or smth, chatted & became friends, other times tam walked in on Thesan and his lover. At that time it was a secret bc the older and more narrow minded didn't like that his lover is lower rank (plz they're fae, gender means nothing to them) and so they kinda became friends and stuff
Lowk I first thought of this connection bc of how their courts both sorta represent rebirth and new beginnings
When tam became high lord, one of the first things he did was go to thesan for help BC he trusted the other to be an ally, at first thesan being raised an heir was lowk sus of tam at first ( jus a lil) but then he quickly realized, becoming high lord didn't spontaneously change his friend and they have some cute bonding moments :D
Knowing tam has a thing for music, thesan often gifts tam instruments and teaches ABT dawn culture and stuff, they teach each other lots of stuff, cultural exchange being hl, and for tam mental stability and being at peace with himself
Tamlin sometimes jokingly calls thesan the chill and cool older brother he never got IN HIS HEAD, but then he'd feel really guilty abt it bc he knows his brothers would feel really bad for letting him feel alone and suffer, it just got worse after they died, and he never told thesan
I have similar ideas for Tarquin and to an extent nesta (but this is for tarquin), as in lowk tam is to Tarquin, what thesan was to tam in this HC, except more grouchier, more pessimistic, but still chill and overall a really good friend and ally and like FEELS YKYK??
Children
This is sometime after hybern, tam is quietly rebuilding his court, going around village to village, (or maybe clan/pack/region? Cuz village feels kinda... Missing something?) anyways, sometimes when visiting and fixing and helping reestablish & check in w/ local government, orphans would follow him around
More and more followed him around village to village, and like tam is kinda closed off at first right, but then he's a softie so he slowly warms up to them (and they do to him) and so it's like a cute lil family
They sorta motivate him to be more social, and less cold and broody. BC at first, when going around his court, he's helping yes, but he's kinda detached to reality and really just not in a right headspace, when they start following him, he's gets more alert and pay attention BC he worries ABT them, then soon he bonds w/ them and they sorta heal each other
There is a this pair of kids, one a really small fae like a lil flower fairy (think Tinkerbell or smth) who's inseparable to a ... Reptilian fae(?) I thought half dragon at first ... But Imma let that drop for now, the smaller one is much older, almost a parent to the bigger child (in size, and I'm probs actually thinking a toddler) anyways, the toddler loves tam, refuses to seperate from either of them. Pretty much imprinted on tam like chicken do or smth follows him around everywhere
At first, tam was kinda cold to it toddler, but he's not just gonna be mean to him, and naturally they just slowly became family
Small problem tho, the small fae, the older one, absolutely despises tam, they can't do much so they just do everything in their power to make teams life a bit more inconvenient, Singular sock, constant buzzing, being a huge pain in the ass
Heh found family's amirite
btw here some other tam w/ children hcs
worship
but not really ig, its just a silly lil scene i thought of
(btw I dropped halfway through MAF, so forgive me if the details are weird)
Imagine tam winnowing away after reviving Rhys, tryna hold everything in, he feels betrayed seeing Lucien like that, then he feels guilty, coz he shouldn't feel that, after all he betrayed Lu first.
Falling forward, balance off, he catches himself on one knee supporting his weight on Andras' old sword. He could almost see his face, his figure floating in front of him, his voice-
Slowing his breathing, he doesn't cry- the instinct long beaten out of him- but dam does he hate it. Not even able to show a normal reaction to his death. He stares at the ghost of the past, fading in and out. he was to reach out, he wants to follow but he can't.
Arms heavy on the sword, he let his other knee fall. He can hardly lift his head.
Please- please just don't go, he whispers
he feels weak, clinging on the sword like its an offering, kneeling in front of a shrine, begging for the mercy of someone thats not there, not really. hazy figure visible his eyes only.
mother why-
what did I do?
ill do anything,
anything to stop it from hurting
........
........ anyways thats as far as i can write, heheh maybe i should practice it more than just thinking of it 😮💨
It's part one coz I realized the yap would probably be too much hehe (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧
I wasn't really sure if I shoulda erased the parts behind the leg but then I got too lazy, and worried if Andras' name would be seen. I also wondered if I shoulda made is a paw instead it more symbolic or smth, but then again it could now be either Lucien or Tamlin so there's that :3
I'll link the yap session when I finish typing it <(￣︶￣)>
