#tameron

[olenvasynyt]

Question for my pro Tamlin people!

What is your favorite Tamlin ship? (yes you can only pick one, sorry)

Feylin

Tamsand

Neslin

Tamcien

Tamberon

Tamris

Nyxlin

Tamlain

Tamciendras (Tamlin x Lucien x Andras?)

Other

Voting ended onOct 9, 2024

Edit: Tamlin is genuinely so shippable because I forgot Briar x Tamlin and Rhys' sister x Tamlin!! Sorry guys omg

[roznnreads]

The Beast Within

Tamlin x Beron

Tags : Smut, Sub!Beron, Dom!Tamlin, Blow Job, m!receiving, making out

Summary : Stripped of his power Beron runs into Tamlin’s Court and his arms

18+ Minors do not interact / Read at your own risk

a/n : thank you Elain-Gate for planting this crackship into my brain, I wrote 70% of this on vacation on a literal beach, Welcome to pure shit posting 

wc: 1.6k

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Following Eris’s takeover of the Autumn Court stripping Beron of his former power, He was banished from the lands, never to set foot in Autumn again. 

Beron hearing of Tamlin’s mercy of his ‘son’ his first move once escaping the forest palace was to run to the southern border, his neighbor, Spring.

He was stripped of his royal regalia, his fine clothes, his jewels he fought so hard to keep were ripped off and thrown to the side, forgotten. Like his fate would eventually be. 

For the first time since he was a young boy he felt fear, not of being killed by his own son, it was expected, but of feeling powerless it had been centuries of living with the might of Autumn running through his veins it became second nature to call forward this power. No more.

On foot Beron was running through the forests, the autumn leaves dotting the trees and forest floor, making the world look the same, he was bound to get lost, stumbling over a protruding tree root caused him to tumble to the floor, pain sprung from his hands and knees, looking down Beron could see the skin shredded and the blood beginning to pool, this was bad, more than just being injured but the beasts that lurked in the forests, that Beron himself had let run wild, unchecked, would stalk towards him at lethal speeds, eat him raw and leave only his bones to be retaken by nature. 

Getting up Beron picked a direction and ran he would not have to rest and heal himself using normal fey means, sprinting away the trickles of blood from his hands and knees that marked his movements began to fall, he had to make it to spring to beg for mercy from Tamlin, it was mortifying but the only way to regain his power and give himself a chance to survive.

~ 

Seeing the green in the distance gave him the brief sliver of hope, he was almost at the border, he could hear the footfalls of both beast and fey alike gaining ground he could see his life ahead and his death behind, when had everything gone so wrong 

Reaching the green leaves he could feel the thrum of power wash over him running through the border, the wards over the court allowing him entry looking behind him he could see Autumn soldiers and the mythical bloodthirsty animals in their tow. As they approached the border a spike of fear ran through Berons spine. If he could enter why not them. But they were not granted entry instead being bounced off Beron would have laughed if he was sure the High Lord would house him in the court. 

~ 

After walking through the court the fawna was unlike those in Autumn they were vibrant and lush the dew on the grassy ground supported his steps as he wandered through trying to find a sign of fey life. 

A rustle of the trees was all he needed to know he wasn’t alone. The voice of the High Lord rang through all sides of the forest surrounding him like he was disguised as the green around him, it was unknown how Tamlin’s shapeshifting worked and the limitations of it, it was a well kept secret of the royal family.

“Beron are you blind”

“-what” Beron said confused 

“You seem to have stumbled into the wrong court”

“I was let in, the borders” said Beron, Tamlin walked towards him his beast form was a hulking wolf like form with antlers adorning his head, 

“I hear there is a new High Lord of Autumn, I’m surprised you're still alive” Tamlin said shifting into his high fey form the bones and muscles reshaping in a gruesome display of contortion remaking themselves into form. 

Beron flinched back 

“So am I” Beron said “I hope you will not take it too soon”

“You were a faithful ally, it would be regretful to kill you where you stand”

“I would like to claim sanctuary in your court”

“I assumed so, I accept your claim, follow me”

And with that Tamlin stalked away from Beron leaving him nothing other to do than follow 

~

The day progressed and Beron was wined and dined by the Lord of Spring the ornate dining room had been destroyed when Hybern made their stay in Spring so they ate in one of Tamlin’s private rooms, one of those rooms you would dine with a confidant out of the eye and ear of the courtesans and staff. 

For two people who historically had disagreed on many subject and it was true they had different dispositions and temperament, the dinner was more than amicable but one of the first likable dinners Beron had in years, Tamlin dispute his faults provided a decent meal and his features provided a more than decent display.  

Six glasses deep into Spring wine, truly Beron should have imported more of it into his stores, fey naturally have a higher immunity to alcohol, a high lord even more so, but Beron underestimated his tolerance and was now laughing deeply at Tamlin’s stupid jokes his cheeks were blushed, if he had more sense in his brain he would have been embarrassed at his lack of propriety. Tamlin had held his wine better, with grace, yet his half lidded eyes staring into his dripped with lust, more than the wine warmed Beron’s body as his blood rushed towards his dick.

Berons thoughts were betraying him, he was across from Tamlin the low light from the candles softened Tamlin’s harsh features, his arms resting on the table were cover with sleeves but the toned arms were still clearly there, his hands

oh

his hands

What Beron would do to have those hands wrap around his throat, to squeeze and have his breath constricted, his dick twitched at the thought, Beron saw the monster lurking under the beautiful male’s skin, he knew the stories and rumors about the High King of Spring’s trists, he could only imagine what power that beast would unleash, and he craved it, after years of being the one in control, the domineering one in any relationship, he had lost his centuries long control over Autumn and it was if the dam broke, he needed it, he craved it 

“You see something you like?”, Tamlin said breaking into Berons mind, hearing Tamlin’s voice broke him from his trance the fork in his hand was bent crooked and partially melting in his hand, 

“So what if I do, what are you going to do about that?” leaning forward in challenge

“If you're that desperate why don't you come over and show me what you like so  much”

“You bastard”

Tamlin laughed a deep guttural laugh, which Beron quickly shut up by pouncing over the table, their lips connect, Beron kneeling on the table leaning onto Tamlin for support, One of Tamlin’s hands holding his waist, another palms his face. 

He moans into his mouth, the strong capable hands keeping him in place. 

Breaking apart for a moment, Tamlin breath is as ragged as his arms are tense, Tamins mind and body at war, Beron could smell him, his musk smelled of the dew in the morning and crisp wind

Next thing he knew Tamlin’s mouth was on his neck, his smoothly shaven face attacking his bristly skin. Sucking a purple mark on his pulse point, Beron let out a pathetically loud whine

Tamlin Chuckled into his neck as he pulled Beron onto his lap, straddling him, the contact of their bodies made him moan again, he needed more of him, to feel his bare skin, the thought of that made Beron roll his hips he could feel Tamlin he was hard beneath him and he let out a wanton moan.

“So Needy, Are you truly that desperate” Tamlin laughed

Beron snarled at him but his heart wasn’t behind it it sounded almost like a moan

“Aww, do you like that, the high and mighty Beron Vanserra, do you like to submit” teased Tamlin, Beron lowered his head in embarrassment

“Don’t make me beg” Beron said in a low voice, pleading

“What is it that you want then ” Tamlin said grasping Beron’s chin harshly to make him look at him “Tell me”

Beron tried to speak but his words couldn’t find him instead he palmed at Tamlin’s pants

“Use your words” He said sternly 

“Let me” He grabbed at Tamlin, trying to untie his pants in his fervor failing to do so but getting the point across 

“On your knees” He commanded, Beron quickly shuffled onto the floor in front of Tamlin, looking up at the High Lord he saw a flicker of surprise, quickly masked by a smug smile,“I would have thought you put up more of a fight, with fathering seven children I thought you would be well pleased or are you just a wanton male”

“Perhaps there is not a supply of what I want in Autumn” Beron says now successfully undoing Tamlin’s pants and pulling out his cock. It was long and girthy standing upright it almost slapped Beron in his face. Precum was leaking from the head

Beron thumbed his head smearing precum across him before licking from the base to the head, then he took him whole,  he started at a slow pace wanting to feel all of him but he soon felt Tamlin’s hand grip his now tousled hair, Beron is forced into a relentless pace and it isn’t long before the salty taste of cum in filling up Beron’s mouth, he does his best to swallow what he can but when he forces Tamlin to break his hold on his scalp, the white liquid dribbled from his mouth and onto his shirt.

Beron looks up at what he did to the Lord of Spring, his a sweaty ragged mess looking down at him, and he can’t help but smile at the thought that Tamlin wanted this as well.

[bonkedsketch]

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✦ this fic is about 16 chapters and features a timeskip from 2014 to late 2024-2025. the characters jump from 17-18 to 27-28, and the timeline for both periods spans about a year. ✦ no graphic smut is included for scenes in which the characters are under 18, though there are some suggestive and non-graphic smut scenes pre-timeskip. all smut is safe, sane, and consensual. any smut post-timeskip is with adults. ✦ the entire fic is cross-posted to ao3, though tumblr is preferred by the author and is also more reader-friendly with moodboards and additional resources available.

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[stevekenilworthphotography]

just got back from kenilworth castle, roads are so slippy. so far think we had close to 10-15cm of snow can snow forecast till 4am so i prob go out tomorrow too. got make the most of it :) 

[petitjackalopee]

Well I forgot to draw an OC yesterday for my OC Per Day Challenge thingy... so I drew two things for Tameron today. Tameron has been around arguably the longest out of all of my characters. I think I originally made him up when I was around 8 years old and he’s still kickin’ around 17 years later! Maybe one day I’ll draw out how he’s changed over the years.

Tameron is the prince of Eidenmann Kingdom and first heir to the throne. He leads an army to bring peace to his kingdom and retain their independence. However, he’s trying to do so with as little bloodshed as possible as well as try to mend a rift between the humans and magical creatures. Unfortunately, Tameron is also up against a megalomaniac king from a neighbouring land whose ultimate goal is to destory the gods themselves.

Tameron must find a way to gain the alliance of the magical creatures to save his kingdom and the gods. Throughout the story, Tameron is plagued by visions and dreams of the gods, gaining bits and pieces of a prophecy. He tries to fit the prophecy together and thinks it is about him, but he is only the prophet...

(The bottom drawing is when he meets the Cæmthrjnokk--aka. the Stranger--who is a giant being who endlessly walks the planet without stopping.)

(Originally posted on Twitter)

[mystic-snowfall]

Running Late

She was running late. Again. Cameron Wynter could not be said to be an early riser but still, somehow, she had been handed the morning shift at her uni's most frequented coffee shop. Perhaps it was because she never had any early classes or because her flat was near by. Whatever the reason was, it meant she had to wake up at ungodly hours to open up at 5:30 AM every Friday. With a groan she rolls out of bed and hurriedly starts getting ready. She had promised to herself that she'd start waking up earlier. That guy would arrive before her. Again. The put together one that probably did law or economics or something that requires a suit. The cute one who had been her first customer every morning on her Friday shift for the past few months. Tom.

Chucking her used pyjamas into a corner she yanks on her uniform and hops down stairs, pulling her hair into a ponytail on as she does. 5:20. She curses as she trips on the last step, banging her hip into the railing. She grabs her jackets and starts running. She couldn't be late. As she locks her door she hops into her shoes, one foot at a time, making sure her scarf wasn't dragging on the floor. She couldn't be late. Not again. When she reaches the store her hair is a  wild  mess, black curls flying everywhere. Her pale skin is flushed red, and her clothes are rumpled, mismatched socks and shirt half tucked in. Her bag with her change of clothes barely closed, her t-shirt half hanging out. And there he is. The well put together guy. Generally his hair seemed perfectly combed, clothes tidy and neat, even his completion seemed perfect, and all without coffee. If she was honest with herself, he was the highlight of her early shift. He was always so polite, compared to the rude zombies that filled the store later on. They usually had some witty conversation before he eventually had to leave. Plus he was very easy on the eyes, and that was never a bad thing. She'd come to enjoy his morning visits to the store, despite the ungodly hours of the morning. Cam lets out an undignified huff and sets about unlocking the doors, while the guy waits patiently. Finally managing to get the door open, she shoves  it open, stepping  into the store; flipping on the lights. She looks up at him, smiling some. "Come on in, you're here anyways, may as well sit while you wait." She gestures at the sofas, before moving behind the counter. The guy, Tom,  smiles some and steps in slowly, carrying his books carefully.

“Thanks.”

Cam moves about, starting the machines, organising the tables and then finally, making his coffee. She ties her apron around her waist, and he comes over to the counter when she waves. Up close, he wasn't so composed that morning. In fact, his hair was quite messy, and he had shadows under his eyes. As he moves closer she can hear him murmuring to himself, peering in concentration at what was instantly obvious as exam notes. She couldn't quite guess the subject, but there were tables and numbers involved and it was far too different from her dance and sports centred degree for him to be in any of her classes. She sets the cup down by him. "Cappuccino with extra milk, right?" She asks , finally finding the time to fix her ponytail. She'd scribbled him a little note on the side of the cup. A cheesy pickup line and her phone number. The guy looks up again, pretty blue eyes widening in surprise some. "How did you-..?" "You've been here enough times, I've remembered. You do order the same thing every morning after all." She raises an eyebrow some, a mildly teasing look on her face. A sheepish look seems to cross his face for a brief moment. He almost looked like he was blushing. Cam found she quite liked him when he was blushing. It was, frankly, adorable. "Well... Thanks Cameron.. " "Just Cam is fine" He smiles. "Cam.." He starts rummaging around for some change. "It's 3.95 $ right...?" Cam raises an eyebrow, humming quietly. "No, no.. The drink is on the house, you just keep studying. You'll just have to come back here afterwards and tell me how it went." She gives a warm grin and accepts his thanks but ignoring his protests. She didn't know if she imagined his blush getting darker, but she hoped she didn't. Soon the others arrive and more customers start arriving and Tom leaves, so Cam plasters on her work smile and gets started

She passes by his table, finding just a napkin and not the cup. She took that to mean he took it with him. Looking closely at the napkin she finds some writing scribbled on it. His name, his phone number and a little thank you message.

She can't help but think of him for the rest of the day. Him and his adorable smile, and the blushing and-

Eventually though, her shift ends and she makes her way out of the store, in civilian clothes again. She's rummaging in her purse for her keys and isn't looking in front of her. Hair in her face she walks straight into another person, falling spectacularly to the floor. She mumbles a curse as she lands on her bum and looks up to see Tom looking extremely concerned and apologetic. He bends down, holding out a hand to help her up. "I-... Am so sorry... Cam... I-... Didn't see you there." The girl grabs his hand and with his help stands. Rubbing her side she looks up at him again. "It's okay... I'm tiny, not many people see me." She grins a little, though slowly it takes on a cheeky look. "Are you hurt?..." He asks, still looking quite concerned "I'm fine, just a small bump. Wasn't that far a distance to fall anyways..." She chuckles softly.

This time Tom definitely blushes, but so does Cam. She wasn't usually this forwards. But Tom was cute, and sweet, and she had always found his company in the morning quite pleasant. He nods and pulls out his phone, typing a quick message, before looking up at her slowly, cheeks definitely pink at this point. Her phone dings and she pulls it out slowly, showing a message from the newly added contact. ‘Tom☕️’

He'd definitely gotten her message on the cup.

Now it's Cam's turn to blush.

"So about what you this morning... How about I ask you out instead? Lunch? When you're free?" Tom tilts his head, grinning some at her.

"I'm free tomorrow?"

"Perfect."

[mystic-snowfall]

Disneyland AU #2

Cam working as Snow White and Tom being the guard person who escorts her around/security (There is no Prince Charming)

this small kid just sees tom and snow white smiling at each other or joking or something and assumes that theyre together and

when she takes a picture with cam

she insists that Snow White's prince take the picture with them

“Oh, but Prince Charming isn’t here today I’m afraid.”

“Yes he is~ He’s right over there!”

Lots of blushing occurs

and maybe there was a professional photographer following them around and they get that picture too so Cam and Tom get it printed out and keep it???

and cam is just blushing and laughing at it all

TOMato appears