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goforth-ladymidnight · 6 months ago

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The Wolf and the Fox, Ch. 3

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Pairing: Tamlin x Lucien

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Lucien remembers happier times with Tamlin, then is brought back to the present to endure experience the rest of the Solstice party with the Inner Circle.

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Chapter Three

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The fox stopped and looked back the way he had come, and longed for the days when the wolf would run alongside him and guide him through the forest.

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It was another beautiful day at the Spring Court. The sun was shining, the skies were clear, and the crowd of sentries who were off-duty were gathered in a loose ring near the stables, whooping and hollering as they watched two of their own wrestling in the center.

Lucien, who had just returned from his first assignment in the Hewn City, was looking for the High Lord. To his surprise, he found him… stripped to the waist and gleaming with sweat, grinning as he wrestled with the other sentry.

Lucien couldn’t help but gape at the indignity of it all, especially compared to the stone-cold arrogance of the Court of Nightmares. “What does he think he’s doing?” he asked the sentry nearest him.

Andras crossed his arms and grinned. “I don’t know what he’s thinking, but I think he’s winning.”

Lucien crossed his arms, too, and scoffed. “Well, of course he is. He’s the High Lord.”

Andras cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do you actually think we’re letting him win?” he said scornfully, then shook his head. “He would never forgive us if he thought we were losing on purpose.”

Lucien blinked in surprise, then took a closer look at Tamlin and his opponent, a brawny Fae named Hart. Neither of them seemed to be toying with the other, and Tamlin’s smile was one of enjoyment, not derision.

Andras pointed at his fellow sentry. “They say his grandmother was a Huldra,” he told Lucien, “so if any of us has a chance of winning, it’s him.”

Lucien looked at Andras askance. “A Huldra?”

Andras lowered his voice. “Female Troll.” He held up his hand as Lucien opened his mouth. “Don’t ask.”

While it was true that Hart’s body and muscles were thicker than other Fae males, Lucien never considered that it was because of mixed blood. The Autumn Court was fastidious about breeding—or not breeding—with what they deemed Lesser Fae. If Jesminda had been allowed to live, if their unborn child had been allowed to live, it might have had wings like her.

Even though it had been more than a year since her death, Lucien still mourned what could have been.

“And that’s allowed here?” he asked.

“What? Trolls? Oh, you mean the, ah—” Andras cleared his throat. “Let’s just say that if one of us happened to have Lesser blood, Lord Gavin never invited him to guard Rosehall.” He stopped to call out, “Come on, Hart! Go for his leg! Go—Ooh.” Andras winced. “Too slow.” He chuckled as Tamlin tackled Hart to the earth. “As I was saying, Lord Tamlin is different. He doesn’t treat us any differently, whether we have Lesser blood or not.”

Lucien, the disgraced son of a High Lord himself, loved Tamlin a little more for that. If Jesminda had been permitted exile, she could have been very happy in the Spring Court. He was still trying to find his own happiness there without her.

“And you?” Lucien asked Andras. “What about you? Were you ever allowed to guard Rosehall?”

Andras gave him a sly smile. “Let’s just say my heritage won’t help me win any wrestling matches anytime soon.”

At that moment, Hart—red-faced and captured in a choke-hold—patted Tamlin’s arm and conceded defeat.

The gathered sentries whistled and cheered as their High Lord raised an arm in victory, then humbly helped the fallen sentry to his feet.

“Well done,” Tamlin said, grasping Hart’s forearm and then patting him on the shoulder. “You almost had me there.”

Hart smiled crookedly and rubbed his throat as he rasped, “You’re a terrible liar, my lord.”

Tamlin laughed and slapped his shoulder as he hobbled away. To Lucien’s surprise, the other sentries didn’t jeer at the loser, but thumped him on the back and gave him his shirt and a dipper of fresh water.

Tamlin addressed the crowd. “All right. Who’s next?”

As one, his men let out a loud, but good-natured groan. It seemed that Hart was not Tamlin’s first opponent that day.

When no one volunteered, Lucien stepped forward. “High Lord?” he said.

Tamlin turned and grinned at him. “Ah, Lucien. Excellent. Take off your shirt. Let’s get started.”

Lucien’s face heated. “Ah. No, I don’t—I mean—I have an urgent message for you,” he said, holding up the sealed correspondence.

Tamlin waved it away. “That can wait. Come on, I need the exercise.”

“Actually, I don’t think it can.”

Tamlin’s smile faded as he placed his hands on his hips, considering it, then he sighed and conceded a nod. “All right, everyone,” he announced. “Back to your stations. You’re dismissed.”

Andras leaned in as the rest of the sentries began to disperse. “Wear him out for us. Please,” he begged, then gave Lucien’s arm a meaningful squeeze.

Lucien wanted to ask how in the world he was supposed to do that, but he was distracted by another servant’s approach. Andras slipped away while the servant gave Tamlin a fresh shirt, which he used to wipe his face.

As the High Lord stepped closer to Lucien, patting the sweat from his neck, the scent of meadow rain grew stronger, and it was not at all unpleasant.

“So, what urgent message do you bring from the Hewn City?” Tamlin asked wryly. “Are they declaring war on sunshine and roses? Or just my overall happiness?”

Lucien tried not to roll his eyes as Tamlin shook out the folded shirt. “Lord Keir is throwing a ball for Hybern’s new emissary,” he explained patiently.

Tamlin paused from sliding his arms inside the billowing sleeves. “You consider that urgent?”

“Well, I—It might make more sense if you read it for yourself,” Lucien said, holding out the message.

Tamlin slipped the shirt over his head. “Or you could read it to me,” he said, smiling as he tugged down the shirt, covering up his firm stomach muscles.

Lucien blushed. “It’s just—I mean, I could, but I—I’m not the High Lord… High Lord.”

Tamlin dropped his gaze to the sealed parchment and stared at it for a long moment, then accepted it with a resigned sigh. “You know, every time you call me that, I think that my father is standing two paces behind me.”

“Oh.” Lucien winced. “Sorry, Tam.”

A dimple appeared in Tamlin’s cheek as he gave Lucien a soft half-smile. “That’s all right.” As he sliced through the seal with a quickly summoned claw, he remarked, “Now, let’s see what makes Keir’s balls so special.”

When Lucien stared, Tamlin winked. He smothered a laugh, still trying to be proper. “If I understand his summons correctly, he only has one ball,” he managed, lips twitching.

Tamlin grinned. “Oh, poor Keir,” he simpered, shaking his head. His smile grew serious, though, as he skimmed the message.

“What is it?”

Tamlin heaved a loud sigh. “Oh, it’s all very boring,” he said dismissively. “They’re celebrating their new alliance with Hybern. Something about new trade lines… That should make Rhys—and his uncle—very happy.” Tamlin’s gaze grew distant. “All that wealth in trade,” he murmured, shaking his head. “It just gives him one more thing to lord over me.”

Lucien grimaced. “Hence the invitation.”

Tamlin re-folded the message, then folded it again for good measure. “Indeed.”

“Is there a chance at striking your own trade agreement with Hybern?” Lucien offered.

Tamlin gave him a sharp look. “Why would I want to do that?”

Lucien faltered. “Well, you just said—”

“I was there before the War,” Tamlin said grimly. “It’s going to take a miracle from the Cauldron itself to convince me to ally with Hybern now. To hell with their blood money. Keir can have it, for all I care.”

“So you’re not going?”

“I didn’t say that,” Tamlin muttered, then he sighed again. “If there’s one thing I hate about being High Lord,” he complained, “it’s that I have to attend so many of these damn balls.”

Lucien watched him turn the folded parchment over with a creased frown. “Surely they’re not all terrible,” he offered. “We used to have fun.”

Tamlin smiled distantly to himself. “We did, didn’t we,” he murmured, then glanced up. “Do you want to come along?”

Lucien looked at him askance. “Do I have a choice? I thought, as your emissary…”

Tamlin chuckled. “I won’t need an emissary at the ball.” He brandished the unfolded parchment. “Unless you’d like to tell Keir’s new emissary to fuck off for me.”

Lucien tried not to gawk. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea,” he said with a nervous laugh.

“You don’t know her like I do.”

“You know her?”

Tamlin nodded grimly. “Too well,” he said, then gestured to the manor as they began to walk. “She’s one of Father’s old friends…” He faltered. “I mean, before he…”

Lucien put his arm around Tamlin’s shoulders and squeezed. “It’s all right, Tam. I know,” he said gently. “Even if he was your father, he’s still a prick. Or do I have that backward?”

Tamlin chuckled as his arm slid around Lucien’s back. “You always know just what to say, old friend,” he said with a fond squeeze.

Not always, Lucien thought, too distracted by the comfortable warmth of Tamlin’s arm to think straight.

“That’s why I need you,” Tamlin continued, then turned to face him. “Say you’ll come, and save me from my misery.”

His hand was still resting on Lucien’s waist. “You really want me to?” Lucien said softly.

Tamlin nodded ardently. “Very much.”

“How much longer, Rhys?” Morrigan complained.

Lucien startled from his place by the River House hearth, having temporarily forgotten where—and when—he was.

Still lying on the couch, Morrigan shifted onto one elbow to look at Rhysand. “How much longer are you going to tease us? I know there are more than two gifts hiding in this house,” she added, gesturing to Lucien’s offerings on the table at Feyre’s feet. “Now where did you put them?”

Rhysand smiled like a cat toying with a mouse. “Oh, all right, Mor,” he drawled, then sat up and snapped his fingers. “Here you go.”

Lucien’s tiny gifts disappeared under a shower of wrapped and shining packages.

Morrigan squealed and moved her feet from Cassian’s lap as she sat up. Nesta had chosen to stay in the armchair instead of joining Cassian—and Morrigan—on the couch, even though there was plenty of room for three. Even Azriel remained by the doorway. Perhaps the Inner Circle was not as close as Lucien once thought.

Cassian laughed as Morrigan knelt on the floor, looking over the shining pile. “You’re like a dragon hatchling when it sees gold for the first time,” he teased. “Or like Amren, for that matter.”

Still sitting on Varian’s lap, Amren lifted her nose with a sniff. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” she said with a cool smile. Varian chuckled and kissed her cheek.

Undeterred, Morrigan dug through the pile. “As if a dozen of these presents don’t have your name on them,” she told Cassian wryly, then brought one out. “This one is for you, from me. I hope it turns your face green.”

As the gifts were distributed among the members of the Inner Circle, Lucien stayed where he was by the fire, sipping the last of his lukewarm tea. He had learned from sad experience the year before that he wouldn’t be getting any gifts, nor did he expect that to change.

He certainly didn’t need the mossy green sweater that Morrigan gave Cassian—which did indeed turn his face green—even if it was the same shade that Tamlin used to wear so well. He certainly didn’t need the ropes of pearls that Varian gave Amren, or the silver comb and brush set that were engraved with Morrigan’s name.

He didn’t even begrudge Feyre for all the gifts that she received. It was her birthday, after all. He himself had gone to Adriata and found some iridescent paint for her that shimmered like starlight. Even Rhysand was impressed. “Crushed pearls,” Varian explained when he asked.

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, Varian,” Feyre gushed, but Varian gestured to Lucien.

“The gift is his. I only told him where to go,” he said kindly.

“Oh,” Feyre said, turning her head to look back at him. “Thank you, Lucien,” she said with a kind smile. “I’ll enjoy using them.”

Lucien saluted both her and Varian with his teacup. He was grateful for the prince’s advice, since paint was the only gift he could think of. Rhysand could give Feyre anything she could ever want, and—judging from the size of her unwrapped pile—already had.

“All right, Elain,” Feyre said, turning to her sister sitting beside her on the couch. Lucien’s heart leapt to his throat. “It’s your turn. You still have one gift left.”

As Elain reached for the small velvet box with her pale, slender hand, Lucien’s own hand began to shake.

His teacup clacked against its saucer as he quickly returned it to the mantle, but it was still less loud than the pounding of his own heart.

“Who is it from?” Morrigan asked, straining to see.

“It’s from me,” Lucien announced. It was the only thing he had said in the last hour, and his voice rasped.

Elain’s hopeful smile faded as she… hesitated, and Lucien’s heart cracked.

“It’s all right, Elain,” Feyre whispered, touching her arm reassuringly.

Lucien knew she meant well, but the gesture made him… angry.

What was so terrible about his gift that Elain had to be coaxed into opening it? He wouldn’t dare give her a mating ring, or even a promise ring without getting to know her first. He certainly wouldn’t give her lingerie, not like the matching set Cassian and Morrigan had given each other the year before. They had openly joked about it as they opened each other’s gifts, and in front of Nesta, no less. If Cassian had a gift for Nesta, he hadn’t given it to her yet. Not that Lucien had, either, but Nesta wasn’t his mate.

Elain was.

Lucien had combed the markets of Adriata to find the perfect gift for her. He never saw her wear the enchanted gardening gloves he had given her the year before, but he thought perhaps she’d like something less practical. Something that just so happened to match the pearl combs she favored, and was wearing now, in fact…

Open it, please, he silently begged.

Whether it was the mating bond or Feyre’s coaxing, Elain cracked the lid of the blue velvet box to peer at the pearl earrings lying within.

Amren paused from draping her own pearls around hers and Varian’s necks. “Pretty,” she said, keenly noting the teardrop earrings.

Elain nodded distantly, then closed the box. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

Lucien didn’t know if she was speaking to Amren or himself.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, even if she wasn’t listening.

He could feel everyone else’s pitying stares, and it made him want to winnow back to Northwall Manor with his tail tucked between his legs, Solstice peace and goodwill be damned.

It was Azriel, of all people, who saved him from further scrutiny by approaching Nesta with a gift of his own.

It wasn’t jewelry—or lingerie—but a faerie light to read by. Feyre and Elain had given her a box of credits from a local bookseller, so it was just the sort of gift she would appreciate.

There was only one thing that Lucien wanted, and in that moment, it wasn’t Elain.

I want to be left alone, Tamlin had growled. Lucien knew exactly how he felt.

Before he could slink away, Nesta surprised them all by throwing her arms around Azriel and thanking him profusely for her gift.

Cassian didn’t seem to mind, but Elain only seemed to withdraw further. There were no more gifts in her pile, and Azriel’s hands were now empty. It seemed that the Spymaster hadn’t gotten her anything, but then again, she hadn’t given him anything either. Perhaps she didn’t dare.

Rather than dwell on it, Lucien stepped forward. “Would anyone like something to drink?” he asked the room. He would happily raid the River House’s wine cellar, and he’d be more than happy to spend the night in there, curled up with a bottle or two and feeling sorry for himself. He doubted anyone would miss him.

“No, but I think it’s time for cake,” Morrigan declared, jumping to her feet.

Elain rushed to join her.

So much for his escape plan.

Strawberry cake sounded no more appealing than peppermint tea, but Morrigan insisted that he take a slice. And even though her smile was bright, there was pity in her dark brown eyes.

I don’t want your damn pity, he wanted to say, but he did accept the cake. And when Varian pressed a glass of bubbling faerie wine into his hand, he didn’t argue.

Yet even faerie wine couldn’t lift his spirits.

With most of the ridiculously large cake devoured, Morrigan wanted to go to Rita’s Tavern for music and dancing. Lucien was glad for an excuse to leave, but instead Rhysand snapped his fingers and summoned up lilting music from somewhere in the House.

When Morrigan glared, Rhysand merely smirked.

“Oh, all right,” she conceded, albeit reluctantly. “But you owe me a dance, Cousin,” she declared, to which he readily agreed. “You too, Cass.”

Lucien was tempted to ask Nesta for a dance, just to see what Elain—or Cassian—would do, but it was a petty thought, and easily dismissed. Besides, Eris had danced with her at the Hewn City the night before, and he was so enthralled he was ready to propose marriage. Lucien wasn’t interested in getting that close, especially when she had just learned how to disembowel a male.

Only Eris would find that more of a turn-on, not less.

Instead, Lucien watched Morrigan dance with Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel. Amren and Varian danced only with each other, and none of the Archeron sisters danced at all.

At least Feyre had an excuse.

Lucien gingerly took his second glass of wine to sit on the couch across from her. He tried not to flinch when Elain stood up as he sat down.

“More tea,” was the only excuse she gave as she fled.

It was a wonder any human had ever believed that faeries could lie. They were terrible at it.

Feyre met his hard gaze and tried to soften it with a smile. “Give her time,” she told him quietly.

“Oh, is that all she wants? You should have told me that before I bought her earrings,” he said scornfully. Whether it was the lateness of the hour or one too many glasses of wine, he sounded absolutely bitter, and he hated it.

Feyre didn’t take it personally though. She merely rolled her eyes and looked to Nesta. “What do you think she wants?”

Nesta wouldn’t look at either of them as she lifted her mug of tea. “How should I know,” she said flatly, then took a long drink. She hadn’t brought anything for Elain, either.

Feyre pursed her lips, looking thoughtful as she played with the sapphire ring on her left hand. “Elain is… Well, she’ll come around, eventually,” she mused, then smiled to herself. She wiggled her fingers so that Lucien could see her mating ring sparkle. “I did.”

If by eventually you mean three months, Lucien thought bitterly. How quickly you changed your mind about Tam with a daemati at your side. How convenient, too.

Lucien felt someone’s gaze upon him, and he glanced up to see Rhysand watching him. His violet eyes narrowed.

Lucien’s jaw tightened as he looked away. He couldn’t complain anywhere in this house, not even in his own head.

“I should go,” he said quietly, then set down his glass as he stood.

“Wait,” Feyre said, grimacing as she braced her belly and tried to sit up.

Lucien held up a hand as Rhysand rushed over. “Please, don’t get up,” he told them wincingly. “I can show myself out.”

Feyre blinked up at him. “Aren’t you staying the night?”

He thought of Elain, slowly brewing tea in the kitchen until she felt it was safe enough to come out. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“But you’ve been drinking,” Feyre said, pointing to his empty wine glass. “Besides, we already have a guest room made up for you.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said, but what he really wanted to say was that he was fully capable of winnowing while drunk—which he wasn’t—even if he landed in the Bay of Adriata. He could use a good swim right now, come to think of it.

But before he could say so, Feyre continued, “We wanted to, and there’s a gift in there for you, too, for Solstice.”

Lucien’s metal eye whirred as he stared at her. From Elain? He wanted to ask.

Feyre simply smiled, as though she could read his thoughts. Maybe she could. “Third floor, down the hall, to your left.”

Rhysand grasped her hand as he sat beside her on the couch. “Do you want me to show you?” he asked, even though it was clear he had no intention of leaving his mate’s side again anytime soon.

“No,” Lucien breathed. “I can find my own way. Thank you,” he said, and managed a short but sincere bow.

Nesta nodded at him as he passed by, but there was no sign of Elain as he made his way to the stairs. It was too much to hope that she would be up there waiting for him, but the thought of something from her lifted his spirits more than faerie wine ever had.

The room Feyre had indicated was made up in shades of snow and starlight, and trimmed with fine silks and heavy velvet. It was a fine room for a guest of the Night Court, to be sure, but it lacked the rich reds and golds that had once decorated his own room in the Spring Court, or the rustic browns and greens at Northwall Manor.

The only sign that the room was meant for him was his name scrawled on the folded card resting on the bedside table. Next to it was a bottle of corked whiskey.

His brow furrowed as he reached for the card and unfolded it. He had to reread it twice, as its message was so short: Thank you for coming tonight, from the High Lord and High Lady of Night.

Lucien barked a laugh so sharp, it made his chest hurt.

His hands shook as he lowered the card to the table. He should have known better than to assume Elain would give him anything. He should have known better than to think that Feyre or her mate would give him anything worthwhile.

No wonder Cassian had joked about the whiskey. He must have thought Feyre had already given it to him and was busy getting drunk.

A bottle of whiskey for the Night Court’s finest emissary.

Lucien grabbed the bottle.

“A toast,” he declared, pulling the cork free. He held the bottle aloft, although no one else was around to see. Music continued to play downstairs, so no one would be listening anyway.

“To the Night Court, for providing such a generous gift on your most bountiful holiday,” he drawled, then turned to the southern window overlooking the Sidra. “To the Band of Exiles. May we all wake up without ridiculous hangovers tomorrow.” Lucien’s wry smile faded. “And here’s to Alis, and all the citizens of Spring, still living in Summer. May you find peace in this strange new world of ours.”

Lucien carried the bottle to the glass doors overlooking the balcony. A full moon was shining, blotting out many of the stars. “Here’s to you, Tam,” he said softly, staring up at that moon. “Wherever you are… Happy Solstice,” he said, then drank.

Lucien didn’t bother getting undressed. Instead he laid down on the bed covered in silk as white as snow, and cradled the bottle of whiskey while he waited for the dreams to take him. It didn’t take long, and for that, he was truly grateful.

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The fox followed the sound of laughter to a feast, where the fawn had joined with other creatures of the forest to enjoy its bounties, but the fox—hunter, thief, and scavenger—was not welcome there.

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#lucien just needs a hug #i swear #and so does tamlin for that matter #my writing #my fanfiction #tamcien #the acotar gift exchange is over but the fic continues #tamlin x lucien

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thornsinwinter · 2 months ago

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Gold Beneath Their Skin

Rating: E Pairing: Andras/Tamlin/Lucien Tags: Pre-Canon, MMM-Threesome AO3 Link

The drums still pulsed through the night air, though their rhythm had changed from the urgent, primal beat of the Great Rite to something more celebratory. Andras leaned against a tree, watching as the Maiden, covered in smudged swirls of vibrant paint, rejoined the festivities. She moved with the languid grace of someone thoroughly pleased, her smile secretive and satisfied.

"Well," Andras said, nudging Lucien with his elbow, "looks like our High Lord performed his duty admirably."

Lucien's fox mask glinted in the firelight as he turned to Andras. "You sound surprised."

"Not surprised." Andras grinned beneath his wolf mask. "Impressed. The magic's still thick in the air, can you feel it?"

Indeed, the aftermath of the Great Rite hung heavy around them. The very forest seemed to breathe with renewed life. Flowers unfurling in the darkness, vines growing visibly around the trunks of ancient trees, the scent of fresh earth and spring growth overwhelming the smoke from the bonfires.

"I've been to dozens of Calanmai celebrations," Andras said, pushing himself off the tree. "This is the strongest I've felt the magic yet. Tamlin must be absolutely wrecked."

Lucien's russet eye gleamed behind his mask. "Or insatiable," he said with a knowing grin. "Let's go check on him, then. Make sure he hasn't been completely consumed by the Hunter."

They slipped away from the main celebration, following a hidden path that led deeper into the woods, toward the sacred cave where the Great Rite had been performed. Few knew of this secondary chamber behind the main cavern, a place where the High Lord could recover from the ritual.

"You think he's back to himself?" Andras asked as they approached the entrance, marked only by a curtain of hanging vines infused with tiny glowing blossoms.

"Mostly, I'd wager," Lucien replied. "But the magic seems to be lingering this year."

Andras pushed the vines aside with a grin. "Only one way to find out."

The chamber beyond was softly lit by floating orbs of golden magic that cast warm light across the moss-covered floor. In the center lay a wide stone dais covered in furs and silks, and upon it reclined Tamlin, gloriously nude, his powerful body on full display. His golden mask caught the light as he turned to look at them, but it wasn't the mask that drew Andras's attention. It was the raw power still emanating from his High Lord's body, visible as a subtle golden glow beneath his skin. Ceremonial paint still clung to his broad chest, shoulders, and lower abdomen, handprints and symbols in vibrant blues that only emphasized the sculpted muscles beneath.

"So the pack returns to the Hunter," Andras called out cheerfully, striding into the chamber. "Or has the High Lord of Spring returned to us?"

Tamlin's laugh was low and rich, the sound of it sending a pleasant shiver down Andras's spine. "A bit of both, perhaps."

"The Maiden looked pleased," Lucien observed, entering more cautiously.

"Pleased is an understatement," Tamlin drawled, stretching languidly on the furs. His usual rigid formality had melted away, replaced by something more primal yet strangely relaxed. "But I can still feel the magic reaching out."

Andras raised an eyebrow at Lucien, a smirk playing on his lips. "Told you he'd be insatiable."

Lucien rolled his russet eye. "You're one to talk."

Tamlin beckoned them closer. "You two could always join me."

Andras didn't need to be told twice. He approached the dais, he scent of magic and desire hung so thick in the air that it made his head swim. "You performed admirably," Andras said, kneeling on the edge of the furs. "I could feel the land rejoicing from clear across the forest."

"As could we all," Lucien added, joining them with a grin.

Tamlin reached out, one hand curling around Andras's wrist, the other finding Lucien's. "I can feel it still… the Hunter's instincts. The need to claim, to mark, to possess."

The touch sent a jolt of that ancient magic up Andras's arm. He inhaled sharply. "Then claim away, my lord. We're hardly going to refuse you tonight of all nights." Lucien made a sound that might have been agreement, his breathing already quickening.

"I've seen you both watching me all evening," Tamlin said, his voice a low growl that sent heat pooling in Andras's belly as he tugged them both closer. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"Parts of it," Andras replied with a grin. "Though you kept the best bits private."

"Perhaps I'll be less private now."

The High Lord's mouth found Andras's neck, just below his jaw, and the sensation of teeth grazing his skin made Andras groan. The magic that had renewed their lands now flowed between them; raw, untamed power seeking new channels.

Lucien's fingers were working at the fastenings of Andras's tunic, and Andras turned to catch his mouth in a hungry kiss. The embers of Calanmai burned in all three of them now, a fire passed from the High Lord to his most trusted companions.

Andras pulled back just enough to speak, his voice rough with desire. "I think our High Lord requires thorough attention after his rituals, wouldn't you agree?"

Lucien's answering smile was wicked. "Most definitely."

Together, they turned their full attention to Tamlin, who watched them with the satisfied patience of a predator who knew his prey couldn't escape. Andras slid his hands over the paint-streaked chest before him, feeling the magic pulsing beneath Tamlin's skin. It called to something wild in him, bypassing thought and going straight to instinct.

"Still so much power in you," Andras murmured appreciatively.

Tamlin growled in response, pulling Andras into a bruising kiss while reaching for Lucien with his other hand. The three of them moved together on the furs, hands exploring, mouths tasting, bodies pressing close. The ceremonial pigments that had decorated Tamlin now stained their skin, vivid colors marking where hands had gripped and bodies had pressed together. Lucien's russet eye was bright with desire as he and Andras worked in tandem, worshipping Tamlin with their hands and mouths and then turning their attentions to each other under their High Lord's approving gaze. The three of them moved together like they'd rehearsed this dance a thousand times.

Andras eventually found himself rolled onto his hands and knees, Tamlin draped over his back while Lucien pressed against his side, his clever fingers exploring. The weight of Tamlin above him was delicious—the High Lord's strength tempered only by the lingering control he maintained even in this state.

"You've been so bold tonight, wolf," Tamlin murmured against his ear.

"You'd be disappointed if I behaved," Andras retorted, gasping as Tamlin's teeth found the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder.

"He has a point," Lucien said, his voice husky. "We'd worry if Andras started showing actual respect."

Andras lost himself in sensation as they moved together, the magic of Calanmai flowing between them like a current. Tamlin's hands were everywhere, alternating between gentle caresses and possessive grips that would leave marks come morning.

Meanwhile, Lucien moved with a sensual grace, his mouth traced paths of fire across Tamlin’s skin, while his hands, always so precise, now explored with unrestrained desire. He caught Andras's gaze, a wicked smile playing on his lips before he leaned down to claim Andras's mouth, stifling his moans as Tamlin's hands wandered lower.

"You taste like magic," Lucien murmured against Andras's lips, his voice husky and raw. "Both of you."

Tamlin moved with the confidence of one who had just channeled ancient magic to renew an entire realm. His touch sparked pleasure so intense it bordered on pain, drawing sounds from Andras he didn't know he could make. Whatever wildness the Great Rite had awakened in their High Lord, it called to answering wildness in both his companions.

When the High Lord finally claimed Andras completely, the magic crescendoed between them. Andras arched his back, one hand clutching the furs, the other entwined with Lucien's fingers. Pleasure radiated through him in waves, each one cresting higher than the last until he was certain he would shatter from the intensity.

Tamlin moved with deliberate power, every thrust stoking the flame between them higher. The glow in his eyes had overtaken the green entirely, his control slipping just enough to unleash the primal force of the Hunter. Andras met him eagerly, challenging even in surrender.

Lucien, not content to simply watch, moved to position himself near Andras's head. His eyes blazed with hunger as he ran a thumb across Andras's lower lip.

"Let’s put that mouth of yours to better use," Lucien said, voice thick with desire.

Andras flashed him a wicked grin before obliging, taking Lucien with an enthusiasm that drew a sharp gasp from the emissary. Tamlin watched them both, his rhythm growing more insistent at the sight.

"Perfect," Tamlin growled, one hand gripping Andras's hip, the other reaching to tangle in Lucien's hair.

Andras lost himself in the dual sensation—caught between his High Lord and the fox-masked emissary, giving and taking pleasure in equal measure. Lucien's usual composure had completely shattered, replaced by raw need as his fingers threaded through Andras's hair, guiding his movements with surprising gentleness despite the intensity of the moment.

When Lucien leaned forward to claim a bruising kiss from Tamlin over Andras's body, the sight alone nearly pushed Andras over the edge. They were a perfect triangle of desire, connected in every way possible, the magic of Calanmai flowing between them like a current of liquid fire.

"Let go," Tamlin commanded, his voice a rumble that Andras felt in his bones.

Andras did, pleasure spiraling through him even as he maintained his attentions to Lucien. The ecstasy was almost too much to bear, amplified by the magic still coursing through Tamlin. Lucien's fingers tightened in his hair, a warning before he followed, spilling himself into Andras's eager mouth with a strangled cry of pleasure. Andras accepted everything, the taste of magic and desire mingling on his tongue as Lucien shuddered above him.

Tamlin followed soon after, his release sending a final pulse of magic through the chamber. For a moment, all the floating lights flared brighter, and Andras could have sworn he heard the distant sound of flowers blooming and trees growing, smelled the scent of honeysuckle in the air; the land rejoicing in their shared pleasure.

They collapsed together on the furs, a tangle of limbs and ragged breathing. Andras found himself nestled between them, his head resting on Tamlin's chest while Lucien's arm draped across his waist.

"Well," Andras said when he could speak again, his voice rough but tone light as ever, "if the land wasn't properly renewed before, it certainly is now."

Tamlin's chest rumbled with laughter beneath his ear. Lucien groaned, but Andras could feel his smile against his shoulder.

"Brat," Lucien muttered.

"You wouldn't have me any other way," Andras replied.

Tamlin's fingers traced lazy patterns on Andras's skin, smearing what remained of the ritual paint. "No," he agreed, sounding more like himself, though still suffused with the lazy satisfaction of the aftermath. "We wouldn't."

Outside, the drums of Calanmai played on, but here in their private sanctuary, the three created their own rhythm—hearts beating in tandem as they drifted in the warm afterglow of magic and pleasure.

"We should do this more often than once a year," Lucien murmured, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on Andras's back.

Tamlin made a sound of agreement, his earlier wildness now settled into contented exhaustion.

Andras closed his eyes, savoring the moment. Tomorrow they would return to their duties and responsibilities. But tonight, in the embers of Calanmai, they had found their own magic, one that belonged solely to them.

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Happy Calanmai, folks!

#acotar fic #calanmai fic #tamlin/lucien/andras #pro tamlin #lucien vanserra #andras acotar #mmm-threesome #smut #calanmai2025

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sweetness-pop · 9 months ago

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Hiya! 💗💋🍓🌸Sweetness*POP🌈🍭💀🌟 here!

I would love to share this idea to you PlayStation gamers!

I recently had been imagining what would it be like if in the mid or late 2020s there were to be an upcoming and unexpected Playstation crossover game starring 3 female characters:

Talwyn Apogee of Ratchet & Clank

Keira Hagai of Jak & Daxter

& Carmelita Fox of Sly Cooper

Either for the PS5 or upcoming PS6.

The 3 main voice actresses:

Ali Hillis as Talwyn Apogee

Hillis voiced Talwyn in Ratchet & Clank: Into the Nexus. Her other roles include Dr. Liara T'Soni of Mass Effect series, Audrey Gassenarl of Valkyria Chronicles II, Karin of Naruto Shippuuden, Andra Cressen of Star Wars: The Old Republic (2011), Presa of Tales of Xilla (2013), Dr. Ariel Hanson of StarCraft II: Wings of Liberty, Black Cat/Felicia Hardy of The Amazing Spider-Man Video Game (2012), and Lightning Farron of Final Fantasy series.

Erica Lindbeck as Keira Hagai

Imagine when J&D franchise makes surprising return, some of the characters will have new VAs. And Keira's 3rd VA will be Lindbeck. Her other roles include Sayaka Igarashi of Kategurui, Kaori Miyazono of Your Lie in April, Eli Ayase of Love Live! School Project, Futaba Sakura of Persona 5, Cassie Cage of Mortal Kombat 11, Daki of Demon Slayer (Kimetsu no Yaiba), Lady Nagant of My Hero Academia, Emira of The Owl House, and Loona of Helluva Boss.

& Alésia Glidewell as Carmelita Fox

Glidewell voiced Carmelita and Constable Neyla in Sly 2: Band of Thieves. Her other roles include Zoey of Left 4 Dead (2006), Sedna of Demigod (2009), Alma Wade of F.E.A.R. 2: Project & F.E.A.R. 3 (2009-2011), Chell of Portal, Krystal of Star Fox Assault, Metroid's main protagonist Samus Aran in Super Smash Bros series.

The rating of this game would be ESRB T (Teen) in North America, CERO C (Ages 15 and up) in Japan, and PEGI 12 (Suitable for ages 12 and up) or even PEGI 16 (For ages 16 and up) in Europe.

The content of the game:

Fantasy violence, Blood, Language, Suggestive themes, Mild use of drugs of alcohol, & Sexual themes. Oh yeah, there would be certain reasons why this game would be rated T/C/12(or 16) with this kind of content. Remember when Ratchet & Clank games use to be rated T and toned down to E10+? Or remember that Jak & Daxter was franchise for a teen audience? But do you remember how the Sly Cooper series was always rated E and E10+.

The game would be action/adventure filled with female empowerment.

Plus, a very interesting and sweet storyline were while being the unexpected ones to save and protect their worlds as some unknown force is what mixing their universes dangerously, the 3 heroines help each other out and blossom a close, strong, deep and loving bond together.

Do you all know what would also be cool? If Richard Steven Horvitz (roles include Daggert of The Angry Beaver, Zim of Invader Zim, Billy of The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy, Raz of Psychonauts, Kaos of Skylanders, and Moxxie of Helluva Boss) were to have a voice role the game either as a badass close ally/handler or one of the villains to the 3 heroines!

What if it will be a huge extremely, unexpected surprise that this game will turn out to sell really good around the globe?! It'll be the one crossover game that fans have never asked for! Plus, imagine in the one country, this upcoming PlayStation game will be selling even better. And that one country will be Japan! Japan would end up making lots of advertising with entertaining commercials and 3D digital billboards in Shibuya of Tokyo, and merchandise like figures and anime-style posters. Hell, there could even be a Japanese dub for the game too!

Imagine these brand new seiyuus (who are also singers) for the "PlayStation Move Heroines":

Marina Inoue as Talwyn Apogee

Inoue's roles include Armin Arlert of Attack on Titan, Yoko Littner of Gurren Lagann, Yumiko Miura of Oregairu (My Youth Romantic Comedy is Wrong as I expected), Rei Miyamoto of HighSchool of the Dead, Tohka Yatogami of Date A Live, Momo Yaoyorozu of My Hero Academia, and Mai Zenin of Jujutsu Kaisen.

Rie Takahashi as Keira Hagai

Takahashi's roles include Takagi of Karakai Jouzou no Takagi-San (Teasing Master Takagi-San), Emilia of Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu, Megumin of KonoSuba, Tomo Aizawa of Tomo-Chan is a Girl!, Anzu Hoshino of Romantic Killer, and Ai Hoshino of Oshi no Ko.

& Yoko Hikasa as Carmelita Fox

Hikasa's roles include Rias Gremory of High School DXD, Emilia Justina of The Devil is a Part-Timer!, Hwaryun of Tower of God, Utahime Iori of Jujutsu Kaisen, Kyoko Kirigiri of Danganronpa, and Yoh Asakura of Shaman King (2021)

Our heroines would even have a special color to always represent them in their together crossover game. Talwyn-yellow💛, Keira-pink🩷, and Carmelita-light blue🩵. (Hehe just like idol groups☺✨)

💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

This ideal PS game could also give the 3 supporting characters who are the love interests of Ratchet (Talwyn), Jak (Keira) and Sly (Carmelita) the spotlight and recognition that they should deserve to have.

My question for all of you is that if Sony were to make this happen someday in the future, then should this be canon to the PlayStationVerse?

So what do you Playstation fans think? And 1 more thing, imagine seeing the first official image looking like this:

The 3 Playstation Femme Fatales standing next to each other. Talwyn in the center, Keira in the right, and Carmelita in the left. And they happen to be wearing what look like hooded black suits that are similar to the skydiving stealth suits of Deku (Izuku Midoriya), Dynamight (Katsuki Bakugou) and Shoto (Shoto Todoroki) from the movie My Hero Academia: World Heroes Mission, but only combined together with what looks like the black catsuit of Nancy Makuhari aka Miss Deep of Read or Die. Talwyn: black with yellow trim and black hoodie with yellow striped black lombax ears. Keira: black with pink trim and black hoodie with top pink/bottom black crystal horns (similar to the dark horns of Dark Eco Jak), and Carmelita: black with light blue trim and black hoodie with black raccoon tails as ears with sky blue ring stripes. Talwyn Apogee, Keira Hagai and Carmelita Fox looking like beautiful, hot, dangerous, sexy and badass Playstation ladies in the image.

Here is the post to my ideal concept for them to wear for the FINAL SHOWDOWN!

And this happens to be from my YouTube comment on a video showing PlayStation Move Heroes cutscenes. (I am TETSUSakura91)

Please share feel free to share your comments and opinions on this idea for a PlayStation crossover.

Thank you.😘

🔥✨🌹🩵💛🩷💋🔫😎

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shi-daisy · 1 year ago

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Flower Mischief

If you can't tell I'm currently bouncing! Day 3 and I been waiting for this prompt cuz Florist Tamlin AU is giving me life. Today on the agenda, Tamcien being cute and petty. Readers will recognized the boquet described here from the old flower language insult post that's floating around Tumblr. Hope you all like!

@tamlinweek

Tamlin Week 2024 -Day 3: Flower Language

Flower Mischief

Tamlin perked up when he saw his favorite costumer, and good friend coming down the road. He was about to greet Lucien with the biggest smile he could until he noticed the redhead's russet eyes were puffy and reddened and his pretty face had tears tracks. A far cry from his usual beautiful smile.

"Lucien! What happened? Do you need water?! Should I call someone?"

"No...It's fine. I was just hoping Andras was still clocked in. I need a ride."

"I think he left an hour ago, but I can help if you'd like. What happened?"

He sighed not wanting to look at him. "Elain cheated on me."

Tamlin nearly screamed. He froze for a moment and then put down the pot of lilies he was holding.

"I'm sorry. Did you just say Elain cheated on you?!"

"Yes. Let's just say I came home early from college and had a surprise visit. Sorry to say the floral orders will stop for a while."

"Forget about that! I'm so sorry to hear that. Let me get you some water. Here sit down and I'll be right with you."

Tamlin rushed back to the breakroom where Dorevan was raiding the mini fridge.

"If you took my ice water I'll kill you."

"Chill, pipsqueak. I took some soda and stole the salami sandwich Hart left there. Roxy packed us salads for lunch, you can have mine if you want, too much lettuce."

"You're gonna get scurvy if you don't eat at least a leafy green a week!" Tamlin chastised his brother as he grabbed two ice water bottles. "Are you gonna close up?"

"Yeah, Ciaran and Roxanne have date night but they're leaving the kiddo with mom and dad. I'll close shop late, maybe get the wedding order done too. Thesan is my friend but if he changes colors one more time Khalid will be a widow before the wedding."

"Go easy on him! Those two are hopeless."

"Like you and your pretty redhead?"

"Hush!"

Dorevan smiled. "I can hear you all the way down here. Just be nice. He's single now, isn't he?"

"Shhhh. He is but the poor man was just cheated on! I'm not going to take advantage fo that."

Dorevan rolled his brown eyes so far Tamlin thought he'd go blind. "You're such a goody two shoes. Go get that man and help him get revenge. Perfect first date!"

"If Alis was on shift she'd kick ya."

"Good thing she's off today. Now run along before your fire fox leaves."

"Stay quiet or I'm telling Cresseida you don't really like seafood and go to the restaurant just to have her as your waitress."

"Tamlin I swear to fuck if you do that I'll beat you up!"

Tamlin just laughed as he walked out with the water and went back to Lucien's side. "Here you go!"

"Thanks."

The two had a nice drink and Tamlin began putting everything away everything before his shift ended.

He noticed Dorevan had left the orange lilies out on display and he had an idea.

"Lucien, you once told me your ex knows flower language, correct?"

"Yes. I often suggested themed boquets for that reason. Why do you ask?"

Tamlin smirked mischievously. "We could give her a little parting gift to ease your sorrows. Free of charge of course."

"Tamlin, I can't ask that of you!"

"Hey if it bothers ya just take me out for coffee sometime."

It made him giddy to see a slight blush take over the redhead's dark skin. Tamlin took out the flowers a day explained their meaning to Lucien as he arranged them.

"These are geraniums they represent stupidity, the yellow carnations mean disapointment, the foxglove is insincerity, and finally the orange lilies represent hatred."

The end result was a beautiful boquet that was full of loathing. Lucien seemed impressed. "Too good of a parting gift but it's a nice way to be petty silently. Thank you."

"Anytime."

The pair heard a honking from outside the door. Tamlin recognized it as Arryn Vanserra's red SUV.

"Ugh! The twins found me? No doubt they'll want gossip."

"You know them?"

"We're siblings."

"Oh...Oh right you have the same last name. You just look very diffrent."

Lucien smirked. "I was the cuck baby. Ask mom."

He nearly busted a lung laughing at that.

"Luciiiiii, I'll become an old lady honking outside. Oh hi Tami!"

"Hey Tanya. Congrats on the transition, you're looking lovely."

"Thanks blondie! Just came to pick up the baby, Eris and Nesta sent me to take you out for treats with Arryn."

"You all know already?!"

"Eris is a bigger gossip than me, dummy. We went to get your things. Gideon and Nemesis would've beaten Az up if Eris didn't stop em and let Nesta unleash a yelling reckoning instead. It was glorious!

The boys are setting everything up for ya at Cedric's place. Unless you wanna go stay with mom and Helion. Feyre said you can stay with her and Bryaxis too, she's pretty livid at flower girlie too."

"Ugh no, mom and dad will get over emotional and I don't wanna worry them. Feyre's family and roommates are fun to hang out with but their house is a permanent rave. I'll stay with Ced."

"Wise choice, now get to it! We can go clubbing after the ice cream! Wanna come along Tamlin?"

"Well, I'd love to but I have to make a delivery before that." He said while glancing at

"That can be done tomorrow, I'd rather have you out for some ice cream and dancing if you're still interested." Lucien said.

Tamlin smiled. "Then let me clock out and I'll be right with ya."

With the Vanserras heading for the car, Tamlin put away his apron, clocked out and got a small flower for the road. He and Lucien went to the backseat while twins sat in the front, before they headed out he put a small bloom on Lucien's hair.

"What's this?"

"A little pick me up for the road."

"A daffodil? What does this one mean?"

"New beginnings."

Tamlin was overjoyed to see Lucien smiling sweetly at him, already in a better mood. He'd make sure the redhead was the one receiving flowers this time.

#tamlinweek2024 #tamlin #tamlin x lucien #tamcien #day 3: Flower Language

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superherokisser · 2 years ago

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my f/o list :D

ok so bolded means i’m uncomfortable sharing them but it is (probably) ok if we are mutuals/friends and if you have them as a platonic/familial f/o!!!

also it is a long ass list😭 i have a lot of love to give. alssooo group tag for all my kids is kiddos <3 bc im lazy and some f/os i feel rlly strong about and some are just for fun yk!!!

-lloyd garmadon from ninjago (it’s complicated but i love him dearly)

-michael afton from fnaf (romantic) tag: terchael <3

-henry emily from fnaf (parental figure/dad)

-espresso cookie from crk/cookie run (romantic) tag: esence <3

-jeremy fitzgerald from blueycapsules/fnaf (romantic) tag: jerence <3

-thoma from genshin impact (romantic) tag: teroma <3

-aether from genshin impact (romantic) tag: terraether <3

-sammy from my mind/oc (kid/familial)

-gregory from fnaf (kid/familial)

-charlie/charlotte emily from fnaf (sister/familial)

-maven calore from the red queen series (romantic)

-alex from stardew valley (romantic)

-christopher lightwood from the shadowhunter chronicles (platonic)

-princess peach from nintendo (platonic)

-peggy carter from marvel (romantic) tag: every girl has her rose <3

-daniel sousa from marvel’s agent carter (queerplatonic)

-logan howlett from marvel (romantic) tag: logence <3

-natasha romanoff from marvel (platonic)

-diana prince from dc (platonic, maybe romantic??)

-pepper potts from marvel (platonic)

-sam wilson from marvel (romantic) tag: tersam <3

-steve rogers from marvel (romantic) tag: red white and irish blue <3

-magnus bane from the shadowhunter chronicles (platonic)

-apple white from ever after high (queerplatonic) tag: whipped apples <3

-bruce wayne from dc (romantic) tag: batarangs pierced my heart <3

-clark kent from dc (queerplatonic) tag: 💙❤️

-simon lewis/lovelace from the shadowhunter chronicles (queerplatonic i think)

-sharon carter from marvel (platonic/shes my niece technically)

-damian wayne from dc (familial/kid)

-jason todd from dc (familial/kid)

-dick grayson from dc (familial/kid)

-cass(andra) cain from dc (familial/kid)

-barbara gordon from dc (familial/kid)

-steph(anie) brown from dc (familial/kid)

-tim drake from dc (familial/kid)

-duke thomas from dc (familial/kid)

-laura kinney from marvel (familial/kid)

-sue richards/storm from marvel (platonic)

-alfred pennyworth from dc (platonic)

-selina kyle from dc (platonic)

-gabrielle kinney from marvel (grandkid💔)

-patrick bateman from american psycho (romantic) tag: 🎧♥️

-terry mcginnis from batman beyond (familial/kid)

-harper row from dc (familial/kid)

-johnny cade from the outsiders (hes my nephew<3)

-darry curtis from the outsiders (romantic) (fine with sharing but not like. in canon ships yk)

-t’challa from marvel (platonic)

-sodapop curtis from the outsiders (basically my kid/familial)

-ponyboy curtis from the outsiders (basically kid/familial)

-coriolanus snow from the hunger games (romantic) tag: 🖤❄️

-luke fox from dc (platonic)

-lucius fox from dc (platonic)

-mar'i grayson/nightstar from dc/titans (MY GRANDKID!!!!!!!)

-conner kent from dc (nephew)

-jon kent from dc (nephew)

-cassie from fnaf (niece)

-fred from the muppets christmas carol (nephew)

-herb cookie from cookie run (nephew)

-willy wonka from wonka 2023 (nephew)

-cullen row from dc (kid)

-daken akihiro from marvel (kid)

-dex poindexter from daredevil/marvel (romantic) tag: terdex <3

-abdonis from ringfit adventure (romantic)

-hank hall from titans/dc (platonic)

-dawn granger from titans/dc (platonic)

-karen page from daredevil/marvel (romantic) tag: 🤍📰

-amora (the enchantress) from marvel (romantic) tag: enchant me with your love <3

-sally jackson from percy jackson (romantic) tag: 💙✏️

-devon cassidy from i met a girl (platonic)

-dinah madani from the punisher/marvel (romantic) tag: terah <3

-amy bendix from marvel/the punisher (kid)

-the uno wild card/+4 uno wild card from uno (romantic)

-ryder page from roblox piggy (romantic)

-zizzy from roblox piggy (queerplatonic)

-pony from roblox piggy (queerplatonic)

-the warden from minecraft (romantic)

-the queen from a deck of cards (romantic)

-odysseus from the odyssey and any other media with him in it ig (romantic)

#f/o list #i think i remembered some of the tags wrong but im trying </3

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arterialamalgamationbah · 1 month ago

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,, AMALGAMATiON SPOTTED ???

MANGLE ,,

Name : Alaric . Arden . Antares . Andras . Axe . Axiom . Alloy . Ash . Arrow . Apollo . Ace . Asher . Beetle . Cole . Cyrus . Code . Draven . Drift . Ender . Flynn . Hawk . Isaac . Jericho . Kip . Kai . Koios . Knox . Mangle . Nox . Neo . Nero . Octavian . Paine . Rocket . Ray . Rai . Silas . Slader . Sebastian . Seth . Seraphim . Thalax . Theo . Thatch . Vox . Vector . Wyatt . Xyon . Xane . Xylan . Xerxes . Xayden . Xavier . Xander . Zander . Zayden . Zenith . Zev . Zale . Zane . Zaire . Zeke

Age : ageless . adult-presenting

Pronouns : xe . he . it

Gender : libramasc

Sexuality : aroacespec . bisexual

Source : Mangle . FNAF

Role : Hallucination Holder . Nightmare Absorber

Faceclaims :

Song :

Xenogenders : manglegender . bitegendermasc

Neopronouns : gear . machine . glitch . pixel . malware . mango . mangle . pink . yip . fox . bot . distort . toy . wire . bite . jump

Userboxes :

Alterhuman Labels : robotkin . foxkin

TransIDs : transregressed . transOSDD

PermaIDs : permaunstable . permatired . permalisteningtomusic

Paras : 🥝 . 📖 . 🧟 . 🦖 . ⚙️ . 🫀 . 🤖 . 😱 . 💤

Stances : proship

[ faceclaim credit : first . second ]

for : 🔥🪓 anon

#..bah pack !!#-gutz #🔥🪓anon #build a headmate #baa pack #bah pack #build an alter #create an alter #headmate creation #pro rq 🌈🍓#radqueer safe #pro radqueer #radqueer #radq safe

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samhatch · 1 year ago

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Prologue for an Andras fic

I love Andras, even though he has almost no book presence. I feel like I've built him up so much in my head, I really want to know more about him. So I started writing a story focused on him in the years just before he sacrifices himself in the first book. Let me know what you think! Hopefully I can start working on this as my next project. ---------------------------------------------

If Tamlin was a wolf, and Lucien was a fox, then Andras was a dog. A fiercely loyal and protective guardian, he was also full of boundless joy and ceaseless energy that would immediately charm all those in his company. Although he was native to spring, he lacked the refined quality of his peers. His jet black hair was cut in shaggy, uneven locks, and he had no qualms about showing his crooked teeth when he often smiled.

The High Lord’s mutt, people called him. Somehow, Cauldron only knows how, his parents managed to conceive him. His father was a lesser-fae pict and had bewitched the aetherial high-fae beauty that was his mother. Their love was true, but it cost them their lives. Like any child born amongst the fae, the rarity of Andras’ conception demanded that he be allowed to live. But his parents’ cross-breeding had to be punished, and Tamlin’s late father had them sentenced to death. Andras was raised in the war camps as soon as he was weaned.

It was there that he met Tamlin, the then Prince of Spring. Andras wanted to hate him for everything his father had done. But over time, he learned their hatred of the High Lord was a shared one, and Tamiln had suffered just as much abuse, if not more, under his tyranny. Their friendship grew quickly over the years, and after the tragic slaughter of Tamlin’s family the role of high lord fell to him. His first official act as the High Lord of Spring was to appoint Andras as captain of the guard.

Between having a war beast for a high lord and a half-breed for a captain, most of the ranks and courtiers deserted. But a loyal few remained, and they would welcome new members to the court: outcasts and asylum seekers, like Lucien. Spring became known as a haven for anyone who was different. A paradise that was all too short lived. Amarantha cursed them, and year after year passed without any hope of breaking it.

One day, during the final years of the curse’s duration, Andras left to patrol the border of the wall as he often did. He’d come to expect the naga and the martax that tried to poke holes in the wall to break into the human world. It was his duty to dispatch them, and slaughter them on sight. What he didn’t expect to find was a human woman, unconscious in the grass.

He was still miles from the wall, and he knew it was miles thereafter until the nearest human village. But he didn’t need to speculate for long how she arrived in Prythian. Speckled in the grass all around her was a ring of mushrooms: a faerie portal.

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Cross posted to my AO3:

#a court of thorns and roses #andras #acotar #prythian #acotar fanfiction #tamlin #lucien vanserra #original character #Bat boys is a thing #We should make canid boys a thing

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huntquinlan · 9 months ago

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so @yennas-stuff inspired me and i’m drawing elain and lucien as animal crossing villagers but it also has me thinking about other sjm characters and what types of villagers they would be

acotar:

elain - deer

lucien - fox/wolf (i’m combining the two since the only fox in game is redd)

feyre - wolf (bc of her water wolves…and also andras. also a starry/celestial wolf would be so pretty)

nesta - cat (she’d be the snooty personality too)

honestly not sure what to do with the bat boys tbh. bc bats aren’t a villager type

tamlin - deer with antlers tbh

gwyn - horse with pegasus theme

emerie - kind of same conundrum as bat boys

amren - hamster

mor - elephant tbh (no idea why just vibes)

tog:

aelin - dog (golden retriever for fleetfoot)

rowan - eagle/hawk

lysandra- tiger (snow leopard)

aedion - wolf

chaol - horse

dorian - lion?

cc:

bryce - bunny or squirrel? not sure what fits her best. maybe dog tbh (bc syrinx is a dog lion chimera thing)

hunt - eagle/hawk

lidia - deer (easy)

ruhn - bull or rhinoceros? horse?

sathia - mouse

tharion - otter or alligator (sorry tharion not many options)

declan - goat (idk why just vibes ig)

flynn - horse most likely. bc of his vibes

#how tf do i even tag this #acotar #tog #cc

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A Court of Unfortunate Hyperfixations

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A Transcript of my journal notes while reading A Court of Thorns & Roses - the book - for the first time (circa six months ago)

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random disclaimer: pirate sjm. these are my opinions - don't like, don't read, and keep it pushing. also happy pride!

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book one: a court of thorns & roses

feyre is pragmatic and realistic about her chances - she has to be. it's winter & she's the one hunting for food to sustain her family

evidently dislikes fae for the mistreatment of humans - makes sense

okay elain and nesta....don't seem great but considering the inherent trauma of poverty & how out of it their dad is - i don't blame them.

elain somehow manages to be a bit 'naive' and does not pick up on signals much according to feyre...is that sarah's way of saying elain is neurodivergent? | nesta is just mad (that's fair) at how their cards have fallen

what did feyre's mom make her promise? "Stay together & care for them" to your youngest is wild.

Religion Mention: Children/Word of the Blessed (they still kinda f with faeries)

Okay so the wolf was fae...Feyre fucked up | large like a horse, feline body, wolfe like head, elk horns (the fae that came to avenge the wolf)

Feyre has balls, I'll give her that (and she & Nesta are capable of more than just snapping at one another - deciding to protect Elain for example)

I think we've reached the spring court now (chp 6) | the descriptions are nice.

And that's Tamlin, ladies & gents. He can shapeshift apparently, wears a mask that covers brow to mouth that gold & emerald | nice green eyes too, duh.

Lucien is here now! (have heard great things about him). Red hair, brown eye with a gold orb in the other, bronze fox mask | emissary of the spring court

Tamlin don't play - straight to business, just, and kind (enough to the chick who killed Andras). the fact that he didn't just kill feyre like the treaty would allow is proof of that alone. also he's making sure feyre's family is being cared for.

Lucien is a sassy bitch - love that for him // wonder if he's a good emissary?

Feyre's mom died of typhus when she was eight

Lucien already knew Feyre was going to ask him to talk to Tamlin about finding another way to satisfy the treaty and let her go.

Seems that high fae are not bound by the compulsions/powers of 'lower' fae (cleaning compulsion, answering questions if trapped - like suriel, etc)

Something's in the wood // is it the curse?// No, its the Bogge - only real when you look at it.

Oh shit?! Feyre's dad came into fae Prythian? No way...how did he even... | that's not her dad is it? has to be an illusion (he moves too fast, seems odd) - yeah, it was an illusion.

Tamlin's last born, meant to be a foot soldier, not high lord

Puca = like sirens - show you what you want so they can lure you in then eat you

She's having nightmares about killing Andras (that sucks I guess)

Okay - Tam & Lucien are arguing. Is Tam not enforcing the borders of the Spring Court enough? Tam seems scared of being like his father.

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Creation Story (chp 13): Disembodied female hands pour out a cauldron of golden sparkly liquid, that liquid creates the world (Prythian & beyond) | First mention of the mountain

Lots of miscommunication/lacking in-depth dialouge/also Feyre he's just trying to help

Stan Lucien - love a good 'I'm not telling you to do the thing while explaining how to do the thing' moment.

Alright - we're asking a suriel questions | Feyre knows now she can't leave (totally, utterly), and that Tam is high lord...I figured that one out a while ago...catch up girl

New Location Drop = Hybern, another fae kingdom - ruled by a king. Hostile towards humans (apparently the throne is made of their bones). King of Hybern dislikes the treaty (wants to enslave humans again - fuck you too bro). Infiltrated fae Prythian's courts to devise a plan but 50 years ago - one of his agents (the deceiver) disobeyed...

Naga = normal mythological description | vicious fighters. mean

Ooh - he's progressive (relatively). Anti enslavement of humans & against tyranny. Stan a leftist king!!...well, high lord.

Oh shit, a fae from the summer court was dumped over the border - with their wings ripped off. Geez...(Luc vomited and ran out - I get it)(Feyre and Tam comforts the injured, he dies)(chp 17)

Lucien = youngest of seven sons to High Lord of Autumn/didn't care for fighting for the title - traveled, made friends, fell in love with a 'lesser' fae woman.

His father had her killed while Luc watched/ so he abandoned the Autumn Court. Eager to eliminate more competition, 3 of his brothers came to kill him - Luc killed on, Tam killed the other, one went back - prob Eris...heard a bit about him.

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Feyre was eleven when dad lost his fortune/fourteen when started hunting cause money ran out

We're getting along now | Feyre sees the gallery & paints, falling into a rhythm.

Alright Tamlin's dad & older brothers (two) were terrible and enslaved humans

What's an Attor?

Calanmai? Fire Night? I'm guessing this is some faerie circle shit. Tamlin says it helps renew the land's magic in the upcoming year. Feyre left the house after Tamlin said to stay in her rooms while Calanmai transpires.

I think we might have just met Rhysand?

Hes being a suave asshole (that seems par for the course)

Luc found her (thank God) and is dragging her back while berating her

Well Tamlin is high of the leftover magic from the great rite/ He bites Feyre...umm blow the whistle, can we get the council to decide if I like that?/ she slaps him - good.

Aww, Feyre painted something for Tamlin

Urisk = a kind of fae, Alis is urisk

Solstices = day and night are equal//other courts can relax and just be.

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Amarantha's (associated with Rhys)/ Rhysand is a fucking asshole - isn't he supposed to be entreating with them?? | casually mentally violating Feyre's mind too, like??! - I'm supposed to eventually like him?!

Tamlin...Tamlin I get why you're sending Feyre away but damn...bro...a little more emotional intelligence on our FMC's part and we could have broken this damn curse.

Nesta is the freaking GOAT - she managed to not fall to Tamlin's glamor, went looking for Feyre with the help of that assasin for hire chick in dead fucking winter. love that we're getting more of her personality now - the sisters are sistering y'all.

Rhysand took the fake name Feyre gave (Clare Beddor, was apparently one of Nesta's friends...) & burnt their manor to the ground. no one survived.

Feyre goes back to Spring Court - the manor's been ransacked - Amarantha is High Queen, she was an emissary from Hybern & its most lethal general | hates humans cause her sister Clythia was killed by her human lover, Jurian, during the war...am I supposed to feel bad for the slave master fae here...or? I mean her death was brutal as fuck, sure, but hey...it's for freedom |so Amarantha wants to take over the human's land in Prythian

She keeping Jurian in a ring...somebody free that man.

These trials are bullshit, the answer to the riddle is love (if you could read, you'd know this Feyre) and i don't think I want to know what Amarantha is doing to Tam to have him like this...it's fucking creepy.

So...rhys killed clare beddor, tortured her mercilessly, knowing damn well he could just not done that...i know all the high lords at 'low power' right now but you work for the bitch...you can trick her and let the innocent person go. bro, this shit is crazy.

Lucien, you're a real one, he knew he'd get punished but he's helping Feyre as best he can anyway. that's bestie for real

her arm is broken, clean through the skin, i'm assuming it's pure adrenaline and shock that's keeping her alive after fighting the middengard.

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Yo wtf? Rhysand, what the actual fuck? Nigga came in here to offer help in the most sick way possible? What the fuck are we twisting her broken arm for, asshat? You already said you know she's dying, you know she's going to take the deal...why are you fucking torturing her?

my girl just sold her fucking soul, bro. i mean at least she bargained the two weeks down to a week...but the tattoo is infuriating and that eye in her palm is definitely going to be spying on her. on god fuck rhysand....i need tamlin to run this nigga through with a sword, a hundred times.

lady of autumn coming through to help with a stupid trap of a chore. thanks girlie

get this man off my page. i don't to see him anymore. i don't give a shit about his beast form or him helping with the lentils. fuck you rhys

oh my god, what the fuck...i don't like this. you don't need to bring her with you rhysand, and what is this dress? that shit is barely a scarf...does sjm think this shit is cute? because it's not. I don't like this...

she said no to fae wine. he makes her drink the fae wine. lucien won't even tell her the bulk of what happened while she was under the influence...

this shit goes on for three months...i'm tired of this. I don't think I do this anymore. there's no need for this. he's just being a sadistic prick. you'd think the guy who has to sleep with amarantha against his will wouldn't sexually assault somebody...but hey...

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problems that could be solved if feyre could fucking read, no. i stopped counting a while back. free lucien bro, they're really getting his ass back to back on this shit.

this is utter misery. i'm tired, are you tired because i'm tired...and so is feyre. her ass is depressed now. honestly I just gotta lock in for the next five chapters and not write until i get something good.

the third task is heartbreakingly simple and yet so incredibly tortorous...nah bro, this is crazy. she can't stab these people...nvm mind she's stabbing them &...tam has a stone heart, shit still gotta hurt though (wonder how that works, did he shift his heart to be that way?)

oh, well...i think i should've been expecting amarantha to kill feyre after figuring out the riddle. that makes sense. tam killed the bitch right back (luc in with the assist because yeah). my boy is crying and rocking feyre's body...it can't do this shit bro. i'm crying in the club.

i think feyre's bargain tattoo with rhys is what's allowing her to see what's happening even though she's dead. rip to a real one, she was annoying at times, but not a completely terrible protagonist.

oh i spoke to soon the other high lords are giving fey drops of their power in thanks for what she did. a favor for a favor i suppose...even rhysand...somebody get his ass of my page, please!

fuck this shit, man...tam bby, i'm glad you finally get to say - "“I love you,” he whispered, and kissed me as he laid his hand on my heart."

i'm sorry fey's turning is giving bella in breaking dawn. no shade...just yeah. but hey, she's immortal now, cool beans.

they finally get to be together, we gotta work through this trauma though...i doubt their relationship will be the same regardless but in order to move on together & still be healthy...we need some therapy here - both couples and single.

rhys is still fucking here. the talk is pleasant, sort of, ig...and the fact that I already know that fey and rhys are mates is ruining the little stumble back into the shadows exit he gives when the bond snaps into place. fuck, come on, i really like feylin...can't we keep them? please?

and we're back at the manor. we're home.

welp, that's that. thanks for reading!

#acotar thoughts #sjm critical #birdie's rambles #a court of thorns and roses

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