I chose to use just the ‘fashion’ prompt for today. And for said fashion I present my take on the Spring Court soldier’s armour. With Andras’ uniform being the standard sentry uniform and Tamlin’s being embellished to show his royal status. Despite not having designed helmets for Spring I think they’d have pretty beetle like designs same as the shoulder plate and boot spurs.
Tamlin’s hands are also not gloved like the standard uniform so he can grow out his claws while in battle.
There’s a lot of leaf and beetle inspiration in the designs and I was particularly inspired by the Leaf Men designs from the Blue Sky Studios movie EPIC if any of you have seen that.
Also say hello to my Andras design!
(*cough cough* this is also a sneak peak for my submission for the collab prompt…but that’s just between the two of us shh…)
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?
For @tamlinweek DAY 6: Spring Court After Dark (NSFW) / Community Collaborations*
This fic is a collab with the amazing @pitohiu! Please check out their art here!
Summary: Tamlin and Andras make love and other smushy stuff. WC : 1.8K
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The encampment was alive in the way only soldiers’ camps ever were after victory—too loud, too bright, and threaded through with relief sharp enough to ache. Fires burned high, fed with reckless generosity, their flames licking at the dark like something half-feral. The scent of roasted meat mingled with steel and sweat, with crushed grass and spilled wine. Laughter broke out in uneven bursts, rising and falling like surf against stone.
Tamlin stood at the heart of it, the axis around which the night seemed to turn.
His warband clustered close, not out of duty, but instinct. They had followed him into the teeth of chaos and come out the other side intact. That kind of bond was not easily loosened.
Briar leaned heavily against a tree stump near the central fire, his broad frame relaxed now that his vigilance was no longer required. His armor bore fresh dents, lovingly earned, and his greying beard caught the firelight like spun iron. He listened more than he spoke, but when he did offer a word, the younger soldiers leaned in, reverent. Briar had once held a breach alone while others fled; tonight, he merely smiled into his cup, content.
Across from him, Rhydderch had already lost a game of dice and won another, his mood swinging with theatrical exaggeration. His laughter rang sharp and bright, his eyes clever as they flicked from face to face, always counting, always watching. He would never admit it, but he fought best when Tamlin was within sight—something about knowing the High Lord held the line steadied his restless hands.
Mael sat slightly apart, her back straight despite exhaustion, methodically rewrapping the leather around her wrist where a blade had glanced too close. Her movements were economical, almost ritualistic. She had been the first to charge and the last to retreat, her silence on the battlefield a constant, terrifying reassurance. When Tamlin passed near her, she touched two fingers to her brow in a warrior’s salute, and his answering nod carried weight enough to make her shoulders ease.
Then there was Celyn, perched awkwardly on a log, armor half-unfastened and eyes shining. He clutched his mug with both hands, listening to the older warriors recount moments he had lived through but not yet fully understood. Every so often, he glanced at Tamlin as if to confirm—I survived this, didn’t I? I did well enough? Each time their eyes met, Tamlin gave him a faint, reassuring smile, and Celyn’s grip loosened just a little.
Tamlin lifted his voice, and gradually the clamor softened, attention drawing toward him like iron filings to a lodestone.
“You fought as one,” he said, his tone resonant, carrying easily through the open air. “Not as scattered blades, but as a single edge.” His gaze moved slowly over them, seeing not just the warriors they had been today, but the people they remained. “You trusted your training. You trusted each other. And because of that, the cost was not higher.”
A hush fell—not reverent, but attentive.
“I will not pretend this victory was clean,” Tamlin continued quietly. “Or that it came without loss.” His jaw tightened, just a fraction. “But you stood when it mattered. You endured. And you will be remembered for that—by me, if by no one else.”
For a heartbeat, the silence held. Then Briar lifted his cup in a single, deliberate motion. “To the High Lord,” he said.
The cheer that followed was unrestrained, rough-edged, honest. Tamlin laughed, warmth blooming in his chest, and raised his own goblet in return. He drank, traded a few words here and there, clasped forearms, accepted jests and gratitude in equal measure.
And then—quietly, almost imperceptibly—he slipped away.
The forest swallowed him whole.
The air beyond the encampment cooled immediately, heavy with night dew and the deep, green scent of growing things. Moonlight filtered through the canopy in pale shards, illuminating twisted roots and silvering the edges of leaves. The ground dipped gently beneath his boots, the crunch of gravel and pine needles a steady rhythm that soothed rather than alarmed.
Here, there was no need to be High Lord. No eyes weighed him, no expectations pressed close. Just the steady pulse of his heartbeat and the whisper of wind through branches.
He wandered without direction, fingers brushing the rough bark of an oak as he passed, breathing deeply. Somewhere in the distance, water murmured over stone. An owl called once, then fell silent.
The world felt wide again.
The sound came suddenly—too close- Crunch.
Tamlin reacted before thought could form. He pivoted, seized the intruder by the front of their leathers, and drove them back against a tree with controlled force. His forearm pressed firm at a throat, pinning, immobilizing. The bark groaned softly under the impact.
“Tamlin,” a familiar voice croaked, breath caught between laughter and constraint, “I didn’t know you liked having your hands around my neck.”
Recognition hit like sunlight through cloud.
Tamlin barked out a laugh, the tension bleeding from him in an instant, though his hold remained—deliberate now, teasing. Andras’s eyes gleamed in the moonlight, wild and affectionate, his mouth already curving into that infuriating, irresistible grin.
“You’re lucky I know that voice,” Tamlin murmured, leaning in slowly, his presence overwhelming by design. He left barely an inch between them, enough for breath to mingle, enough to promise and deny all at once. “Sneaking up on me like that could’ve ended poorly.”
Andras’s chest rose sharply beneath Tamlin’s grip. “You didn’t look that sorry.”
A low, amused sound rumbled from Tamlin as he dipped closer still, hovering just out of reach. Andras held on for all of three heartbeats before snapping forward, teeth catching Tamlin’s bottom lip in a kiss that was all heat and impatience. It was rough at first—teeth and breath and barely contained want—before Andras’s hand slid up into Tamlin’s hair, fingers threading through gold, tugging with intent.
The world shifted.
Andras twisted them neatly, reversing their positions with practiced ease, and suddenly Tamlin’s back met bark, the tree solid and cool against his shoulders. Andras braced himself there, close but not crushing, the kiss softening into something almost achingly sweet. His thumb brushed Tamlin’s jaw, reverent in a way that made Tamlin’s chest tighten.
They broke apart slowly, foreheads touching, both breathing a little harder than necessary.
Tamlin laughed under his breath, the sound light and unguarded. “You’re a pain in the arse.”
Andras smiled at him—not sharp now, but warm. "You chose me.”
They lingered there a moment longer, wrapped in moonlight and quiet, before Tamlin leaned forward to press a gentler kiss to Andras’s mouth, unhurried and sure.
Andras did not step away when Tamlin smiled. Instead, he remained close—so close that the quiet between them seemed to gather weight and warmth, like breath held beneath the surface of a still lake. His fingers were still threaded loosely in Tamlin’s hair, his thumb brushing absent-minded circles just behind Tamlin’s ear, as though reassuring himself that he was real, that the battle truly lay behind them for the night.
“You disappear,” Andras said softly. “Right when I intend to celebrate surviving alongside you.”
Tamlin’s answering expression was gentler than the warband ever saw. “You survived because you’re excellent at surviving,” he replied. “Not because I hovered nearby.”
Andras murmured, “I prefer it when you do.”
The forest watched them in silence—the hush of ancient branches and silvered leaves arching overhead like a cathedral roof. Moonlight traced the lines of Tamlin’s shoulders and caught in the pale strands of Andras’s hair. Somewhere in the distance, an owl called once, solemn as a witness.
Tamlin reached up then, slow and deliberate, and curled his fingers around Andras’s wrist.
“You frightened me,” he admitted quietly. “When I lost sight of you near the ridge.”
Andras paused. For a heartbeat he said nothing. Then his expression softened in that particular way it only did when Tamlin let his guard slip—when the commander became simply himself.
The words lingered between them like something fragile and precious.
Andras leaned forward again—not with mischief now, but with unmistakable intention. His mouth found Tamlin’s once more, slower this time, patient and warm. Tamlin answered immediately, hands settling at Andras’s waist as though they had always belonged there.
The kiss deepened. Relief lived inside it. Gratitude. Desire that had waited through too many skirmishes and too many nights spent sleeping back-to-back with swords within reach.
When Andras drew Tamlin closer still, guiding him down onto the soft moss beneath the sheltering branches, Tamlin followed without hesitation.
Armor was set aside piece by careful piece, with reverence. Fingers traced familiar scars as though reading a beloved text by touch alone. Andras pressed his mouth to Tamlin’s shoulder; Tamlin answered by threading his hands through his beloved’s hair and drawing him nearer still.
Whatever passed between them then belonged only to them—soft laughter muffled against skin, whispered names carried no farther than the curve of a throat, the steady reassurance of hands that knew precisely where to rest and when to hold tighter.
Time folded gently around them. When at last they lay side by side upon the moss, breath slow again and shoulders touching, Andras tipped his head toward Tamlin with unmistakable satisfaction.
“I think,” he said thoughtfully, “that victory suits you.”
Tamlin huffed a quiet laugh. “You say that every time.”
“And I am always correct.”
They lingered there longer than either intended—watching the leaves stir against the sky, listening to the faint echo of laughter drifting from the encampment below. Eventually, though, duty returned like an old friend tapping politely at the shoulder.
“We should go back,” Tamlin said at last.
“We absolutely should not,” Andras countered.
Tamlin rose anyway, offering him a hand.
Andras accepted it with exaggerated reluctance.
By the time they reentered the circle of firelight, the warband had already noticed their absence.
Briar was the first to speak.
“Well,” he drawled, leaning back against a crate with theatrical satisfaction, “look who remembers we exist.”
Rhydderch didn’t even glance up from sharpening his blade. “Took them long enough.”
Celyn blinked between them with open curiosity. “Were you scouting?”
Mael snorted into her cup.
“Of course they were,” she said dryly. “Very thorough reconnaissance.”
Tamlin stopped beside the fire, entirely composed.
“We were walking,” he said evenly.
“Yes,” Maelor agreed. “Clearly.”
Andras, utterly unrepentant, dropped onto a nearby log and stretched like a cat in sunlight.
“Important strategic discussion,” he added.
“Mm,” Mael said. “You discussed strategy with your hair full of leaves?”
Celyn leaned forward, peering earnestly at Tamlin’s shoulder. “And moss.”
Rhydderch finally looked up.
“Efficient use of terrain,” he observed solemnly.
For a moment there was silence - Then the entire circle dissolved into laughter.
Tamlin sighed with long-suffering dignity while Andras grinned openly beside him, utterly delighted with himself.
“You are all insufferable,” Tamlin said.
“And alive,” Maelor replied cheerfully, raising his cup. “Which means we’re allowed to be.”
Andras nudged Tamlin’s shoulder gently with his own, their smiles lingering even as the teasing continued and the fire crackled brighter against the deepening night.
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- @sonics-atelier ( do not repost or reuse in any way, shape or form )
This is a headcannon of mine but I think that the reason why Tamlin and Lucien accepted Feyre as a friend (and lover in Tam's case) in such a short span of time was because she reminded them of Andras. There was something in her courage and fierceness that echoed the strength they once saw in their dearest friend. (But still, the fact that they moved on so quickly from his death still irks me!)
First off, how dare. HOW DARE. I make a silly fucking bet that if I wrote a kiss scene, A CERTAIN SOMEBODY WOULD WRITE ME A TAMDRAS SCENE. Well they did and it was fucking amazing and now I gotta post this
Summary: Andras helps Tamlin get up in the morning.
Words: less than 1k
“C’mon, Tam…” A voice soothed distantly, muddled and hazy.
Tamlin stirred slowly, the fogginess of sleep heavy on his mind. He was about to fall under again when he felt a calloused, gentle hand lightly shake his bare shoulder. The hand slowed to a stop and the fingers moved to thrum a tune against Tamlin’s skin.
“Wakey-wakey. If I have to get up at the asscrack of dawn then so do you.” The voice sang cheerfully.
Tamlin turned his head away from the sound with a groan. The hand lifted from his shoulder, giving Tamlin a brief second of hope for peace, but then the hand returned to start slapping the side of his face.
Without opening his eyes Tamlin lazily started batting the hand away. The hand retaliated with equal force, and a slap fight ensued for much longer than appropriate for the likes of a High Lord.
“Fine,” The voice finally said, their hand drawing back. “Be like that, then.” Footsteps echoed across the room; the side with the door.
Tamlin resisted the smile tugging at his mouth, continuing to be stoned-faced. Victory.
However, quick, loud stomps suddenly thundered, drawing closer to the bed: Like someone getting a running start.
Tamlin opened his eyes just in time to watch helplessly as Andras, grinning wildly, dived onto the bed and landed on Tamlin, Andras’ elbow burying itself in Tamlin’s gut, knocking the air out of him with a noise akin to a dying goat.
Andras cackled as Tamlin curled in on himself, writhing in agony. Eventually, Tamlin felt the metal plating of Andras’ uniform press against his back and well-tuned arms wrapped around his waist. “Tam,” Andras let the syllable draw out like a whine. “You have to get up. I can’t face the cruel world without you.” He buried his face between Tamlin’s shoulder blades with a huff.
“Then perish.” Tamlin knew Andras could hear the smile in his words when the arms at his waist squeezed fondly.
After a moment of bliss, Andras slowly lifted his head and placed his lips at the base of Tamlin’s neck. “Tam.” He said again, slowly murmuring it into Tamlin’s skin like it was sacred. A prayer.
Tamlin tried to repress a shiver: an electric, exhilarating warmth that flowed through his veins like liquid gold.
One hand remained at his waist, fingers idly toying with the waistband of Tamlin’s sleepwear, while the other glided up his body and came to rest at the front of his neck. No pressure, just a warm weight. Safe.
Andras lightly tilted Tamlin’s head and murmured his nickname again. This time, where his neck met his shoulder. “You’re doing a shit job at making me want to leave this bed.” Tamlin mused breathily.
Andras’ head moved upwards, his lips trailing along Tamlin’s skin. “I’m multitasking,” he whispered next to his ear, his breath hot and tickling, before nipping at the shell of it.
Tamlin cursed. His grip on the sheets tightened, and a sliver of claws peaked out at the tip of his fingers.
“Careful, Tam,” Andras warned playfully, now leaning over and mouthing the words into Tamlin’s jaw. His hand at Tamlin’s neck moved to cup the other side of his face. “You’ve just replaced those along with the frame.”
“I wonder whose fault was that in the first place.” Tamlin snapped hotly. Andras made an innocent noise that vaguely resembled an ‘I don’t know’, before suddenly catching Tamlin’s lips in his teeth. Both them tasting a hint of blood. He let his teeth up quickly and tilted both their heads into a kiss.
Tamlin twisted his body to face Andras directly, yanked his hands away from the sheets, and buried them into other’s dark curls. Claws grazing so carefully along his scalp. “Tam,” Andras’ breathed into his lips before deepening the kiss. His hand tightened around Tamlin’s hip, just barely soft enough to not form a bruise. The other that was still cupped Tamlin’s cheek moved to tuck a blond lock of hair behind his ear.
Andras tasted like coffee strong enough to kill the Bog, stolen cookies from the kitchens, and euphoria.
Abruptly, just as quickly as it started, Andras drew his head back and pulled them both into sitting positions. Tamlin followed along like a ragdoll. Hands still tight in Andras’ hair.
“Andras?” Tamlin said dazedly, and Andras just stared at him, yellow eyes boring into his. He placed a hand on the middle of Tamlin’s chest and the other underneath his chin. His thumb pulled on the bottom of Tamlin’s bruised lip.
Slowly. Agonizingly slowly, he leaned in, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and…
“Get your lazy ass out of bed.” Andras suddenly pushed Tamlin off the mattress, making him tumble onto the floor, dragging the sheets along with him in a messy heap. Tamlin’s back hit the ground with a hard thud.
Tamlin stared blankly at the ceiling, uncomprehendingly. Andras poked his head like a gopher over the side of the mattress, that same wild grin from before painted on his face.
“C’mon, Tam,” Andras cooed while Tamlin idly thought of all the ways to fucking strangle him. “The Court doesn’t run itself!”
Andras gracefully pushed himself off the bed, a bounce in his step, and skipped towards the door. He grabbed a hold of the handle, turned his head, and blew a kiss accompanied by a sultry wink.
“I’ll meet you in your office later after training the fresh meat. Until then, My Lord, Tamlin.”
Andras bowed low and slow, closed the door with a slam, and Tamlin swore he heard Andras whistling as he walked away.
Sparring with Lucien, one pinned the other and the world stopped.
Watching Andras train with the sentries, he doesn't wear a shirt.
Rhysand teaching him about 'females'.
Calanmai magic once picked a male.
Seeing Azriel at a High lord's meeting.
Idk and Idc but I want to participate.
A secret eighth option (reveal in notes)
Voting ended onDec 8, 2023
Had to throw Azriel in this cause man might not get girls and falls in love with closeted lesbians but he can give a man a gay awakening. And had to put two Rhys options here cause let's be honest that friendship wasn't just 'friendship'. Anway, I'm interested to see the results for this one.
Tamlin Week Day Six: Spring Court After Dark / Collab
This is my art for the Collab prompt, with the lovely @sonics-atelier and their fanfic Of Moss, Moonlight and Victory!
I had so much fun working on this one as well and it was fun to a scene from the fic to draw. I also really wanted to draw the scene at the end of the warband but I felt I had to chose this one because….I mean, come on. Although I don’t think the man I was sitting beside on the plane while I was working on this liked my gay faerie art.
This collab was so fun to do! And I’d be so happy to do something like this again for this event or another.
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 😮💨
