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taylors-fourth-cat-meow · 1 year

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Answering this ask because my clumsy ass deleted the draft of the ans as well as the ask idek how that happened

HERE'S THE COMMENTARY ON ACOFAS CHAPTER 11: THE ONE WHERE RHYISE VISITS A SUICIDAL TAMLIN AND TELLS HIM TO ROT IN HELL 🥰

A tomb.

This place was a tomb.

How can someone be proud of doing something cruel to someone? If they are the saints they claim to be why do this to Tamlin bro? Istg i will NEVER to this understand how on earth did the editors agree to the plotline of the destruction of Spring Court?

Lucien had not come here to make amends during Solstice, I realized as Tamlin opened the door to the dark library.

Lucien had come here out of pity. Mercy.

Bruh why? why? wud he underestimate their bond like that? he speaks as if they hadnt been each others only family for centuries

Tamlin claiming an ornate cushioned chair on one side of it. The only thing he had that was close to a throne these days.

oh fck u little shit atleast tamlin doesnt OPPRESS his people!!

“If you’ve come to gloat, you can spare yourself the effort.”

Tamlin is so non-combative here and people still have the audacity to say Rhysie is the bigger male????

“Do you see any sentries around to do it?”

Even they had abandoned him. Interesting. “Feyre did her work

thoroughly, didn’t she.”

THATS NOT SOMETHING TO BE FUCKING PROUD OF RHYSIE

ISTG this asshole someone needs to kick him in the balls. HARD.

I smiled. “Oh, no. That was all her. Clever, isn’t she.”

No sir she is a dumb teenage girl who taught to destroy a court DURING WARTIME?

tbh if Spring wouldn't have fallen the war would have never gone down i said what i said.

I didn’t smile as I countered with, “I suppose you think I should be

thanking you, for stepping up to assist in reviving me.”

“I have no illusions that the day you thank me for anything, Rhysand, is the day the burning fires of hell go cold.”

my boi tamlin is so savage like??

SLAY

Tamlin deserved what he’d brought upon himself, this husk of a life.

He deserved every empty room, every snarl of thorns, every meal he had to hunt for himself.

Seriously? Tamlin, sweetheart, for the love of good kick this man and his bat dick pls.

Tamlin had burned them long ago, Feyre had told me. It made no

difference. He’d been there that day.

I really want to emphasize that Tamlin DID NOT take part in their death.

Had given his father and brothers the information on where my sister and mother would be waiting for me to meet them. And done nothing to help them as they were butchered.

BRO????

U expect a boy to go against his evil, physically abusive father? NO, strike that.

U WANT A BOY TO GO AGAINT A HIGH LORD?

No tell me? how was Tamlin supposed to fight a HIGH LORD and his brother??? Three against one??

And even if he tried to help them? we will never know? we get only rhysie's side of the story never tamlin's pov

“You brought every bit of this upon yourself,”

Yes yes lets go tell a suicidal person he brought every bit of his misery on himself

Yeh lets all applaud him

“You won,” he spat, sitting forward. “You got your mate. Is that not

enough?”

"No."

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK???

MANNNNNNNNNNNNNN

I WANT TO SCRATCH MY EYEBALLS RHYSIE'S EYEBALLS OUT AT THIS POINT

"You deserve everything that has befallen you. You deserve this pathetic, empty house, your ravaged lands. I don’t care if you offered that kernel of life to save me, I don’t care if you still love my mate. I don’t care that you saved her from Hybern, or a thousand enemies before that.”

THIS UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BITCH?!?!?!?!?

PLSSSSSSSSS

Why doesnt he care that tamlin has saved BOTH their lives on MULTIPLE occasions???

at this point 50% of the IC owe their life to tamlin

“I hope you live the rest of your miserable life alone here. It’s a far more satisfying end than slaughtering you.”

well he isnt even strong enough to keep his people in line and not a hair's breath away from rebellion, i doubt he'll be able to slaughter the HL who tore apart Amarantha, who fought a hundred of Hybern's monsters and soldiers in their camp ALONE, at the same time helping feyre escape AND was able to "drag" another highlord to war

*Drops mike*

But Tamlin only stared. And after a heartbeat, his eyes lowered to the

desk. “Get out.”

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the bigger male

Tamlin didn’t have shields around the house. None to prevent anyone from winnowing in, to guard against enemies appearing in his bedroom and

slitting his throat.

It was almost as if he was waiting for someone to do it.

This breaks my heart so much. No, Tamlimn doesnt deserve this. NO ONE deserves this. Imagine being OKAY with someone being suicidal?!

#anti sjm #anti acotar #tamlin #anon asks #anti feyre #anti rhysand #anti feysand #pro tamlin #anti sjm stans #anti acowar #anti acofas #rhysand slander #fck rhysand #bigger male my ass #tamlin deserves better

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simmanin · 15 days

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A poem for day two of @tamlinweek 💚

An emerald ring

hangs loosely from

the neck of Spring

A promise of forever

that had sprouted wings

and taken flight in the wind

Ivy wraps around

the lord’s heart of stone

the wretched thing bound

to a love long gone

At night, when the cold metal

burns his chest

like freezing flames of fire

he lets the vines and nettle

consume him entirely

until his palace of bones is overgrown

and atop his cloudy head

lays a crown of twisting thorns

Soon, he will not remember his name

nor the one of his lost beloved

he will stalk the grounds

in a beastly form

but the pain will trail him

like overgrown ferns

all the same

Only the true love

of one’s fated mate

could unravel the stone

the beast had

long since grown

neglectful of

Few will dare walk the Spring lands

in fear of the monster within

but one brave soul will make the trek

a lady running from her past

The briars did not deter her

for the sharp harshness was kin

She would meet a beast like no other

in the overgrown wreck

and in a state of haze,

her fingers would rip the silver chain

from the lord’s once golden neck

The world would freeze,

a slight pause from the Mother

as his heart begins to beat again.

#tamlin week #tamlin week 2024 #pro tamlin #pro tamlin healing arc #acotar #pro spring court #spring court #acotar mates #tamlin deserves better #heart of stone #acosf #tamlin x briar #acomaf #acowar #acofas #tamlin’s beast form

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fktonofwhatnow · 1 year

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Ok now that my brain kinda works:

Acomaf. In which Feyre gets over her trauma in 3 months or less. No wonder she has no sympathy for Nesta in acofas, Nesta is still traumatized.

So there are a couple of times that Feyre is like "I left Tamlin like a month ago is it ok for me to be feeling this attraction to Rhysand" especially prior to the mating bond. I think that's a valid sentiment, especially if your ex, uh, doesn't know he's your ex. (You sent this person a two sentence note saying you're fine and not to look for you. He has a really fucked up history with the person you are with and both he and you have seen this person mess around with you to spite him, and then he also doesn't know you can read and write. Damn what a fucking idiot he doesn't fucking believe you?? He shoulda known, the tool.)

But then, because of course strong female characters aren't allowed to feel a smidgen of doubt in anything they do because that would make them weak, Feyre immediately turns around and is like "wait! He was an asshole! It's not exactly cheating!" Is it ok for someone to come to this conclusion? Of fucking course. Realizing that something or someone hurt you and that they don't deserve your time, thoughts or effort, yes, good, that's part of the healing process.

But saying, "I feel like I'm cheating" and then immediately saying "but wait, he was an asshole to me. I deserve Rhysand's dick" immediately afterwards? And fully believing yourself? Feeling fully and completely in the right with your logic that you don't feel a shred of guilt? I don't believe you.

Also Rhysand feels Feyre up a grand total of once and now she doesn't have nightmares anymore. (????? Ok then)

Ok I get it, SJm needed Feyre to be in a healthy spot as quickly as possible in order for this stupid romance between her and Rhysand to happen, to make sure the audience knew that it was different this time and like, war and pressure's on, but, homegirl died like 6 months ago. Just... Give her a sec?? I know that recovery time looks different for everyone but ?? uTM seemed really intense and she FUCKING DIED like u good girl ???

I just... I wonder what it would look like to let her feel that GUILT. Like what if she truly struggled with it... What would it look like? How would it change the story... ? How would it change my own perception of Feyre? BUT I GUESS WE'LL NEVER KNOW

#anti sjm #anti acotar #anti feyre #anti rhysand #tamlin deserves better

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lorcandidlucienwill · 6 months

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“Didn’t …,” Tamlin interrupted, his deep voice surprisingly gentle, “didn’t your mother tell you anything about us?” I prodded the table with my forefinger, digging my short nails into the wood. “My mother didn’t have the time to tell me stories.” I could reveal that part of my past, at least. Lucien, for once, didn’t laugh. After a rather stilted pause, Tamlin asked, “How did she die?” When I lifted my brows, he added a bit more softly, “I didn’t see signs of an older woman in your house.”

Tamlin is observant. Tamlin is observant. TAMLIN IS OBSERVANT. So what the actual fuck was book 2? We never got a proper explanation! Smells like *retcons*

#i think she just forgot she wrote tamlin to be observant #and she got lazy and didn't care to make rhysand have any genuinely redeeming characteristics but rather just make him a mind-reader #so he automatically knows everything wrong with feyre #how is this hot? beats me #tamlin #pro tamlin #tamlin deserves better #anti acomaf #acotar

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achaotichuman · 6 months

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Acotar Rant Time

Tonight I'm feeling the audacity, so I'm just gonna say it.

Feyre was far more respected and far more highly regarded in the Spring Court than she ever has been in the Night Court.

In the Spring Court, she was brought in as their last hope. The savior, the High lord's salvation. And she fulfilled that, she became their salvation, their warrior, the Spring Court's champion of sorts. She was the Cursebreaker. She may not have been High lady, but to be honest. She had the same responsibilities and expectations. She was second only to the High lord, and for a 19-year-old with no experience in politics, nor any knowledge of how the Court's function, those are some pretty damn high expectations. Everyone respected and adored her. They didn't want her to help with rebuilding because they respected her as a leader and wanted her to rest. If Tamlin became incapacitated for some reason or another, she would be the one to step up into his position. That was simply another responsibility and expectation she had, and the Spring Court didn't ever dare say she wouldn't be capable for the role because they trusted her to fulfill that to the best of her ability. They loved her!

Now consider the Night Court. The Night Court was the most closed off from Under the Mountain. Velaris never having even being affected by Amarantha, so they would've had no clue of what went on. Correct me if I'm wrong on this, but I do not believe the Hewn City was really touched, and Illyria had some join Amarantha to follow their High lord, but I believe they were fairly well off compared to other Courts.

So, no one really has any idea who the fuck Feyre is, she to them is just some 20-year-old High Fae girl who showed up one day. To the Hewn City she was brought in as a slut Rhysand liked to fuck. Are they supposed to respect her for that? She was dressed in rags in the same manner she was UtM, she was put on display as a pretty doll. Everyone hated her from the get-go and had no respect for her, because she was also condoning Rhysand's abuse to them. Making them bow to her and overall being a bitch to a whole city of people. The next time they see her she is suddenly High lady. Was that supposed to make them respect her? Of course, it wouldn't have! She joined in on abusing them, acting like a horrific person, and demanding they bow to her even though she had done nothing to deserve it. They only do what she asks because they have been taught to be terrified of Rhysand.

The Hewn City has no reason to think of her as their ruler. Feyre has proven time and time again she does not respect them, so why should they respect her? Most of Illyria most likely does not even know she exists considering how widespread it is. Not to mention Feyre also does nothing to help the woman abused there, so again, why should they respect her? Because self-fucking-righteous Rhysand says so?

And Velaris. Again, most of them probably don't even know she exists. And they also have no reason to think of her as their ruler, considering she has done nothing for them, and they would have never known how she broke the curse. To them, she's just another woman going about her day, no one special. No one they care about or answer to.

This post is not to say Feyre shouldn't have left the Spring Court. This is to say Tamlin is not sexist in any way. When he said High ladies did not exist that was simply a statement of fact and reassurance they would not call her as such as Feyre at the time did not want to be High lady. He put her in a high position of power and exalted her name. She was loved and respected by all, and there was no fear-mongering necessary to get her that respect, she earned it and Tamlin upheld it. Rhysand however, dragged Feyre's name through the mud and she let him.

I fully believe Feyre had every right to leave Tamlin. However, her reputation was ruined permanently by going to the Night Court.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

#acotar #feyre archeron #feyre critical #sjm critical #anti rhysand #anti feysand #tamlin deserves better #tamlin #spring court #night court

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duaghterofstories · 8 days

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When your Acotar rewrite takes a hard nose dive into the mystery genre instead of just rewriting in Romantasy to stop the villainization of mental illness, but you don't read of write mystery, so now you're going to have to on the fly learn a whole new genre:

#pro tamlin #acotar #acotar rewrite #tw flashing #acotar series #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #anti sjm #sjm critical #tamlin deserved better #tamlin deserves better

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keepittoyourshelf · 1 year

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Yet another fabulous Tamlin.

Hope all the Rhysand zombies that spend way too much time trolling anti tags enjoy it as much as I do.

#pro tamlin #tamlin deserves better #anti rhysand #anti feysand #anti feyre #anti sjm #anti inner circle #anti acotar #Instagram

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szalonykasztan00 · 14 days

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On the third day of Tamlin Week,

I bring you: A sad bit.

@tamlinweek

#tamlin #pro tamlin #acotar tamlin #tamlin acotar #tamlin deserves better #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024

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juulle987 · 4 months

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Where’s darkness, there's light

⋆ ✶ ★ ☾ ★ ✶ ⋆ Tamlin x Aelia (OC)

The Dawn Of A New Chapter

summary: After being in the Spring Court for some time now, Aelia finally made connections to rebuild her dear beloved Court.

words: 1.9k

TW: nothing

note: English is not my first language, so apologies for any mistakes

In the tranquil expanse of the Spring Court, amidst the delicate blooms of scarlet roses and verdant sage greenery, Aelia stood resolute, her heart pulsating with a fervent determination to resurrect Rosehall from its desolate slumber. It was a quest that demanded both tenacity and grace, a mission that had become the beacon of her purpose within these vibrant, colour-rich lands.

Having traversed the trials of uncertainty and unsteady footing, Aelia, with a steadfast resolve, had discovered her place within the tapestry of the Spring Court, where the vivid hues of the red roses danced in harmony with the gentle sage green of the surrounding foliage. No longer a stranger to its whispers and secrets, she had woven herself into its fabric, becoming an integral thread in its resurgence.

With an unwavering vision for Rosehall’s revival, Aelia had negotiated alliances and forged bonds with the remaining denizens of the court, aligning their aspirations with her own, much like the interplay of mauve-hued flowers interspersed among the verdant tapestry of the landscape. Together, they envisioned a haven reborn, a sanctuary restored to its former grandeur, adorned with a palette of rich, vibrant colours.

The dawn of a new chapter had arrived - a day suffused with promise and purpose. It was the day artisans, craftspeople, and skilled labourers assembled at the threshold of Rosehall, bearing their tools, their talents, and their dedication. Each stroke of a paintbrush, each meticulously placed brick, and every artisan’s touch promised a renaissance, an homage to the vibrant hues that adorned the Spring Court’s landscape.

As the sun ascended to its zenith, casting a golden glow upon the landscape tinged with the resplendent shades of red roses, sage greens, and mauve blooms, Rosehall stirred with anticipation. The air thrummed with a symphony of endeavour - a chorus of hammers striking, saws carving, and artisans meticulously crafting the foundations of a new beginning, blending hues and tones into a vibrant tapestry of renewal.

Amidst the whirlwind of activity, Aelia stood, a silent orchestrator, her gaze a reflection of unwavering determination and quiet pride. She observed the bustling courtyard with a mixture of anticipation and gratitude, knowing that each brick laid and each stroke of creativity was a testament to the kaleidoscope of colours that adorned the heart of the Spring Court.

The day wore on, and as dusk descended upon Rosehall, there emerged a transformation - a metamorphosis akin to a canvas awash with the myriad colours of a sunset. What once stood desolate and forlorn now radiated with newfound life—a testament to the vibrant hues and shades that intermingled, painting a portrait of resilience and rebirth in the Spring Court.

As the last rays of sunlight caressed the newly restored walls adorned with the rich red of freshly blossomed roses, the muted sage greens of restored wallpaper, and the soft mauve hues of meticulously tended flowers, Aelia’s heart swelled with a profound sense of fulfilment. Her journey, entwined with the destiny of Rosehall, had reached a crescendo - a testament not only to her unwavering resolve but also to the kaleidoscope of colours that brought life to the collective efforts of those who believed in the promise of renewal.

In the serene tranquility of the forest, where the dappled sunlight played amidst the verdant foliage, Aelia stood, enveloped by an uncanny sense of presence. Though she couldn't yet discern his figure among the shadows, the unmistakable aura of Tamlin lingered, a haunting echo amidst the rustling leaves and the subtle fragrance of earth and forest.

Her senses, finely attuned to the subtlest nuances of the natural world, detected his nearness long before her eyes could confirm his arrival. The whisper of his presence danced on the breeze, a blend of musk and the raw essence of the forest, weaving a tale of a visitor yet concealed.

Yet, there was more to this unspoken encounter than mere proximity. Aelia's instincts, honed by the essence of the land itself, hinted at a deeper truth - Tamlin remained cloaked in his beastly form. She could feel the thrum of his power, the restless energy that pervaded the air, and the lingering imprint of his transformation into the primal creature he had become.

As the moments stretched, anticipation hung heavy in the air, mingling with the subtle rustle of leaves and the symphony of the forest. Aelia's thoughts wove a tapestry of wonder, speculation veiled in curiosity. Would he, in the privacy of these enigmatic woods, cast off the guise of his beastly form before revealing himself to her, baring not only his true nature but also the vulnerabilities it entailed?

The minutes ebbed and flowed like the gentle rhythm of the forest, a silent witness to the unspoken dance of anticipation between two beings, connected by fate and tethered by the intricate threads of their shared existence within this realm.

And then, with a delicate shift in the air and a subtle alteration in the tenor of the forest's symphony, Aelia sensed the imminent change - a transformation stirring in the shadows, a metamorphosis poised to unfold. The air seemed to shimmer with the anticipation of an impending revelation, a moment of profound significance poised on the edge of existence.

A rustle among the leaves, a fleeting whisper of movement, heralded Tamlin's approach. As the shadows parted and the last rays of sunlight painted a mosaic upon the forest floor, a figure emerged—a silhouette bathed in the fading light, a form transitioning from beast to Fae.

Aelia, her heart attuned to the symphony of nature, witnessed the transformation unfold - a testament to the interplay between primal instincts and the essence of the Fae. Tamlin stood before her, his figure now adorned in the elegance and grace of his Fae being, the remnants of his earlier beastly form fading into the ether.

Their eyes met, a silent acknowledgment passing between them - an unspoken understanding that transcended the barriers of form and appearance. In this fleeting moment of transformation, amidst the hallowed embrace of the forest, a delicate equilibrium had been restored, and a profound connection forged between two entities, bound by destiny and the enigmatic dance of the natural world.

From the towering edifice of Rosehall, bathed in the fading hues of twilight, Aelia’s gaze traversed the expanse of the grounds, drawn toward the figure that emerged from the shadows - Tamlin, the enigmatic presence whose emerald green eyes held untold depths, a reflection of the intricate complexities that defined him.

Their meeting, amidst the tranquil splendour of the evening, held an air of unexpectedness—an unscripted encounter between two souls, each grappling with the weight of their own burdens. As Aelia’s scarlet locks danced in the gentle evening breeze, she locked eyes with Tamlin, a silent acknowledgment passing between them - a brief moment of connection before her attention returned to the expanse before her.

“I didn’t think you would make an appearance,” she ventured, her voice carrying a mixture of curiosity and a tinge of relief, breaking the contemplative silence that hung between them.

“Me neither,” Tamlin responded, his tone carrying an unspoken weight, a tacit understanding of the uncertainties that lingered between the realms of expectation and reality.

“The workers have gone home,” Aelia observed, her words laden with a quiet understanding. She sensed the reluctance in Tamlin, the hesitance to confront the inhabitants of his Court, a trust shattered and a bond fractured. The task ahead of rebuilding trust, of rekindling the fragile flames of allegiance between High Lord and his people, loomed like a daunting horizon - a slow, arduous journey that demanded patience, dedication, and unwavering commitment.

Aelia, her heart a wellspring of determination, knew the weight of responsibility that rested upon her shoulders - a commitment to the revitalisation of Rosehall, the resuscitation of the Spring Court’s spirit, and the restoration of trust that formed the foundation of Tamlin’s reign. Yet, intertwined with her fervent aspirations was a hopeful yearning, a silent plea that Tamlin too would share in this endeavour, that he too harboured the same steadfast commitment to mend what had been fractured.

As the evening breeze carried the whispers of the surrounding woods, a fragile pause hung between them - an interlude pregnant with unspoken hopes and lingering uncertainties. Aelia, with her fiery locks cascading in the evening wind, turned her gaze once more to Tamlin, her eyes a mirror reflecting a blend of determination, hope, and a silent plea for solidarity in the tumultuous journey that lay ahead.

In that ephemeral moment, amidst the quietude of the twilight, the unspoken pact between Aelia and Tamlin resonated—a vow unspoken yet understood, a shared commitment to navigate the labyrinthine path toward redemption, trust, and the rekindling of the Spring Court’s fading splendour.

In the gentle embrace of dusk, amidst the fading hues of twilight, Aelia took a resolute step forward, her heart resonating with the weight of responsibility, determination, and an unyielding sense of belonging. With each deliberate stride, she traversed the grounds of Rosehall - a sanctuary that had become, over the span of a year, more than just a mere abode; it had transformed into her haven, her cherished refuge within the embrace of the Spring Court's verdant embrace.

For Aelia, the Spring Court was not merely a dwelling; it was a repository of memories woven into the fabric of her being, a sanctuary that offered solace, purpose, and a sense of belonging - something the distant and elusive Night Court could never provide.

In her wake, Tamlin followed - a silent shadow amid the fading light, a figure wrought with uncertainty and hesitation. His careful steps echoed the weight of his emotions, a tapestry woven with threads of caution, insecurity, and the lingering spectres of a court ravaged by the tempestuous actions of the past.

As Tamlin trailed behind her, his conflicted emotions swirling like a tempest within, the sight that greeted him - the remnants of his once majestic court, scarred and marred by Feyre's devastating actions - stirred a maelstrom of rage, anger, and the profound ache of disappointment. The wounds inflicted upon his beloved domain were a testament to a past fraught with turmoil and shattered trust, a legacy he struggled to reconcile with the hopes of restoration.

Aelia, attuned to the tumult roiling within Tamlin's conflicted soul, sensed the tempest brewing just beneath the surface. As she felt the weight of his emotions, a torrent of unspoken turmoil threatening to engulf them both, she halted her steps, turning to face the tormented High Lord.

"I am here," she declared, her voice a steadfast beacon amid the brewing storm of emotions. With an outstretched hand, she bridged the gap between them, intertwining her fingers with his - a gesture laden with reassurance, solidarity, and a shared determination to navigate the daunting path of rebuilding what had been torn asunder.

In that poignant moment, amidst the ruins of Rosehall and the fading light of day, Aelia's gesture spoke volumes - a promise of unwavering support, an unspoken pledge to stand shoulder to shoulder with Tamlin in the endeavour to breathe life anew into their shared home.

With her hand clasped firmly in his, Aelia led the way - a silent procession towards a future forged in resilience and hope, their footsteps resonating with the unspoken promise of unity, redemption, and the indomitable spirit that sought to reclaim the faded glory of the Spring Court.

#tamlin acotar #tamlin x oc #tamlin fanfic #tamlin x aelia #pro tamlin #tamlin deserves love #tamlin deserves better #acotar #sjmass #sjm fic #anti feyre #anti inner circle #anti rhysand #anti night court #tamlin is a cinnamon roll

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