Notes: So I’m a huge fan of Nomads Tales & Audios’ work because that man COOKS in the google docs. Regardless, Trey’s about to give Tamlin so much therapy and I’ve wanted to do a crossover for so long. Said I’d get this done and I did but it took a while because life came and bit me hard. Enjoy the first chapter and please go check out Nomads Tales & Audios on YouTube
TW: Themes of depression and hopelessness
-So this starts out with Tamlin, in beast form, really fucking tired at this point because of how he keeps being treated by others and the weight of all of his life decisions and choices. Please get this man some therapy.
-Bro is on the floor, listening to sad audios at 3 am style, when he remembers that ‘oh yeah my fucking borders exist.’
-Despite how Tamlin feels at the moment, he also feels like a pathetic piece of crap to himself for not protecting his land, imagining what his father would say.
-But his father wouldn’t say anything, because his father is dead.
-He feels his own power, the power of Spring, coiling around him, the thorned vines curling around his body, as if to pressure him. But his face shown indifference.
-He shifted back to his fae form, slowly leaving the vines as his joints cracked with relief at the minuscule exercise they’d been blessed with. Running a hand through his hair, he could feel knots of all types with sticks, grass, dirt, and whatever else had been caked into it. It didn’t even look much blonde anymore.
-Tamlin stood, head downturned, as if from shame. He threw a nearby tunic over his head and felt it fall over his chest and back, uncaring how it looked, much less smelled.
-And he left the room, walking down the hall and out the garden door, pausing for a moment to remind himself of how it used to look. Pristine, magnificent, its plants blooming with flowers of all shapes, colors, and sizes. The red that would gently deep into the yellow and it turned from pink blossoms. His mother’s handiwork. Now it was overgrown, vines hanging over dead and dry plants, long dead.
-He turned away his head in shame, not even baring to gaze upon the last memory he held from his mother as he walked out of the garden and through the woods.
-Eventually, he ended up at a pool of starlight, the same pool of starlight that he’d shared with Feyre, just two years prior.
-And shared with his long childhood friend, now enemy, for family feuds could not be untied by those who did not reap for the same sewn result.
-He stood looking over the pool, remembering all the days he’d spent here, laughing, training, smiling. Reminiscing the days of past, when he was but a child and things were all that much simpler.
-And then he falls in, and feels himself just shift, but he doesn’t care and just, closes his eyes.
-He wakes up, couching in a new land. It’s loud, it’s bright, and there are tall buildings and weird moving signs. It’s overwhelming Tamlin and his eyes are making him want to claw his hair out. So are his ears, because what’s that noise that the moving weird things with wheels are making?
-He awoke in a shabby alley, and, gently, began freaking out. We stumbled out to see the world and almost lost his mind.
-Someone asked if he was alright and Tamlin just, ran. He ran into the woods and shifted to his beast form, practically horrified by the world around him.
-He had no idea where he was or what was going on but he was terrified all the same, curling up in his beast form under the trees and growing bones and leaves to cover himself in nature’s blanket while wolves howled in the distance under the skirm of nightfall.
