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Wow! What a week! With 269 of submissions from a grand total of 78 participants, this has been the biggest Tamlin Week yet! We want to thank every single one of you for all your hard work, enthusiasm and positivity. Without you, the Tamlin Community would not be half as wonderful as it is!

Before we close off the week, we do have a little housekeeping to do.

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The posts will be coming out slowly but surely throughout the year in order of the days/prompt, so keep an eye out!

Now for the good stuff!

Day 1 Master List

Day 2 Master List

Day 3 Master List

Day 4 Master List

Day 5 Master List

Day 6 Master List

Day 7 Master List

CalanMine: An ACOTAR Dating Simulator

Picture with the High Lord (picrew)

Tamlin Reads Your Fics!

Tamlin Week 2025 Statistics

Tamlin Week 2025 AO3 Collection

Tamlin Creator Appreciation 2025

Templates and Formatting Tips

Productivity Resources

Tamlin Week 2025 Prompts, FAQ, and Rules

A WORD FROM MIDNIGHT...

Participation in this event has grown so much in the last three years; I'm blown away! Even though I wasn't able to do much this year myself (personal stuff), it warms my heart to know how many people showed up to like, reblog, comment, and share their hard work! I look forward to seeing more from this fabulous community! 💖

A SHOUT FROM REYNA...

Seeing Tamlin Week get bigger and better every year is such a treat! It's the epitome of this little haven of fandom, with no drama, ship wars, or other nonsense. You are all so talented and supportive, and it's an honor to host this event for you guys! HUGS AND KISSES MWAH MWAH MWAH!! Reyna

A NOTE FROM MATHI...

This is my first year as a moderator and my second year participating in Tamlin Week. All I have to say is wow. Not only is our community extremely talented, but you guys are so warm and welcoming. I've loved every single submission and I hope this week filled you all with inspiration and motivation to keep creating and sharing. Thank you, and here's to seeing you all again next year! Love, Mathi

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Tamlin Week 2025 Statistics

This was such a hit last year, and we had a seriously amazing Tamlin Week, so here are the Tamlin Week 2025 Statistics by mod Reyna!

First of all, this blog broke 500 followers during Tamlin Week! We officially have over 500 Tamlin stans! Our instagram account, @the.calanmai, broke 100 subscribers. Thank you all for the support, Tamlin Week literally could not exist without you!

In all, there were 269 submissions for Tamlin Week from a total of 78 participants. This was a 46.2% increase and a 62.5% increase, respectively, from 2024. Let's start breaking down some of those submissions!

Table of Contents

Breakdown of 2025

2024 vs. 2025 Statistics

Shoutouts

Conclusion

Breakdown of 2025

Submissions Per Day

Day 7 had the most submissions, with 19% of the total (51 submissions), followed very closely by Day 2, with 50 submissions. Day 6 had the fewest submissions, with 9% of the total (24 submissions). The average number of submissions each day was 38 submissions.

Number of Submissions per Prompt

This year, we endeavoured to make the prompts for each day a little easier to use together, and people really took advantage of that! There is a huge spread across the board, with people utilizing the prompts on their own, as well as combining the day's prompts. Aside from the Free Day, the prompt with the most submissions was Dark Spring (29 submissions). The combination with the most submissions was Forgiveness/Change (24 submissions). The prompt on it's own with the fewest submissions was Chest (5 submissions), although most people seemed to enjoy combining it with the other prompt for the day, Biting.

Types of Fanworks Created

A majority of the submissions were fanfiction, which made up 43% of the total (115 submissions). The second most popular submission was fanart, with 36% of the total (98 submissions). Our miscellaneous category is 10% of the total (26 submissions), which is really cool! Quite a few people thought outside the box to make amazing submissions for Tamlin Week! This category includes playlists, videos, memes, and others! "Combinations" refers to submissions that combined a few of these types into a single submission.

Tamlin Ships Represented

Something that I have always appreciated about Tamlin fandom is how much content revolves around him as a character, and that is absolutely reflected in the breakdown of Tamlin ships that people made creations for. General Tamlin works absolutely dominated, making up 55% of the works submitted (149 submissions). Tamlin/Lucien and Tamlin/Rhysand are the most popular Tamlin ships submitted, with 11% (30 submissions) and 10% (28 submissions) of the total, respectively. There was a pretty even split among the other ships, and any ship with fewer than 1% of the submissions was combined in the "Other Ships" section. The diversity of Tamlin ships is really amazing, and pretty unique in Tamlin fandom!

2024 vs. 2025 Submissions

I thought it would be interesting to compare Tamlin Week 2024 to 2025, and boy was I correct! Because there were so many more submissions this year that last year, to properly compare each category I calculated the percentage of the total for the year that each category represents, rather than using the total number of submissions in each category.

Number of Submissions per Day: 2024 vs. 2025

There isn't a whole lot to be gleaned here, since the prompts between years were different, so interest in submitting on each day is going to be different. There's still some fun stuff! There was a noticeable difference in the number of submissions on Day 2 between 2024 and 2025, with an 18% increase in submissions. In 2024 the Day 2 prompts were Poet/Warrior, and in 2025 they were Dark Spring/Spring Celebrations & Mythology. Dark Spring was a HUGELY popular prompt, which probably explains the increase.

Day 6, on the other hand, saw a 29% decrease in submissions between 2024 and 2025. In 2024 the Day 6 prompts were Dreams/Fairy Tale AU, and in 2025 they were Spy/Warband.

Tamlin Ships Submitted: 2024 vs. 2025

Now we're cooking! It's very interesting to see the changes in which Tamlin ships have become more or less popular in the past year. To better understand this graph, I've calculated the percent change in the number of submissions for each ship, depicted below. The ships that have a percent change above the 0 axis are ones that had an increase in the number of submissions about them, and the ones below the 0 axis had a decrease in the number of submissions about them. The further they are from the 0 axis, the more dramatic the change between the years.

I think the most exciting thing here is the dramatic increase in popularity of Tamlin/Eris, with a 160% increase since 2024! The difference was between 11 submissions this year and 3 submissions in 2024, but still a dramatic increase! Lucien isn't the only Vanserra that Tamlin got his claws into this year! The increase in both General Tamlin and Polycules makes sense, considering that one of our prompts was Platonics & Polycules this year. We love to see it though! Our boy deserves all the love he can get!

The decrease in most of the other ships from 2024 to 2025 really is interesting. The decrease in the "Other Ships" category also seems to indicate that there weren't as many wild Tamlin crackships this year as there were last year. What I read from this information is that more people were interested in creating non-shippy content for Tamlin this year than ever before, which again is super amazing! That's not something a lot of character weeks can say, especially in this fandom.

What's REALLY interesting is that the number of submissions for the three most popular Tamlin ships with a woman (Tamlin/Feyre, Tamlin/Briar, and Tamlin/Rhysand's Sister) had very dramatic decreases from 2024 to 2025, ranging from a 60% decrease for Tamlin/Rhysand's sister, to a whooping 87% decrease for Tamlin/Feyre. More on that later!

Types of Fanworks Submitted: 2024 vs. 2025

Once again, I've found that the most informative way to view the change in the types of fanworks submitted each year is through looking at the percent change. There was a 61% increase in fanart created this year, which is just astounding! Visual art is freaking HARD, and there was an incredible amount of it created for Tamlin Week this year! There was also a 61% decrease in poetry submitted for Tamlin Week in 2025, which is kind of a bummer. We still made up for it with plenty of other submissions!

Number of M/M vs. M/F Ships: 2024 vs. 2025

This is a new, possibly contentious analysis I did this year. I separated out ONLY the submissions that had Tamlin shipped with one other person, and counted what percentage of the total of those were male/male (M/M) ships, vs how many were male/female (M/F) ships. Essentially, are people shipping Tamlin more with men or women?

In 2024, there were roughly an equal number of M/M and M/F ships in the submissions. In 2025, we suddenly get more than twice the number of M/M ships as M/F ships, with a 35% increase in M/M ships and a 37% decrease in M/F ships. This fits with the data we saw above, where all the popular M/F ships in this fandom had a dramatic decrease in the number of submissions. This really is an amazing thing to see in a fandom so focused on heterosexuality and straight ships!

Shoutouts

Every single person that participated in Tamlin Week is a hero to me. Most (if not all) of us have been harassed and called horrible names for liking Tamlin. Despite that, so many of you came together for this event, both by submitted creations, and by supporting each other. You are all the best!

That being said, we had some users go above and beyond for Tamlin Week! 19 tumblr users submitted works during both 2024 and 2025 Tamlin Weeks! Thank you guys so much for sticking around, and continuing to love Tamlin!

For the people who created 7 submissions (1 for each day), we have @copypastus, @mika-no-sekai-blog, @taymartiart, and @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken.

With 8 submissions, we have @lzrsaugust, @spore-loser, and @thornsinwinter.

With 9 submissions, we have @claws-and-all and @songofthesibyl. With 10 submissions we have @matrixsss and @booksnwriting.

And the number one submitter for Tamlin Week 2025 was once again Zee, @sonics-atelier! We love you Zee, you're amazing!!

Conclusion

My conclusion is that we love you, Tamlin fandom is the best, and Tamlin Week is the best ACOTAR week! Mwah Mwah, you're the best!

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TAMLIN WEEK MASTER LIST: DAY 7

Tamlin Week 2025 went out with a bang, with 50 submissions! Thank you to everyone who participated, either by creating works or supporting creators. The spirit of Tamlin is strong!

As always, if ever we missed your post, please let us know so we can reblog and add you to the list! We will never intentionally ignore a post. Make sure you're tagging @tamlinweek too! We also accept late submissions for previous days as well.

We want to especially highlight Calanmine, the amazing dating sim created by @copypastus, @thrumbolt, and @highlordofkrypton.

GENERAL TAMLIN

Tamlin Week Deleted Scene by @thornsinwinter

A World In Us by @songofthesibyl

Burning the Memories by @shi-daisy

TAMLIN/RHYSAND

In the Devil's Deck by @sonics-atelier

Ichor by @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

How Green Was My Valley? by @fourteentrout

Are you my mate? by @lifeisabiscuit

TAMLIN/LUCIEN

Horror and the Wild by @thornsinwinter

TAMLIN/ERIS

Dreaming of Love by @matrixsss

TAMLIN/NESTA

The Blood Waltz by @sonics-atelier

TAMLIN/TAMLIN'S BROTHERS

like a jaybird by @tamlincest

TAMLIN/RHYSAND'S SISTER

Caught in the Act by @zoy999zoy

The Lost Queen Among the Stars by @booksnwriting

TAMLIN/RUHN

The Date of the Century by @room217prayer

TAMLIN/NYX

The Great Stroopwafel Incident by @sonics-atelier

TAMLIN/FEYRE, TAMLIN/LUCIEN

Made In His Image by @achaotichuman

TAMLIN/READER

Across the time by @mika-no-sekai-blog

A Fox in the Manor by @wildlupinewrites

GENERAL TAMLIN

genderfluid Tamlin by @herrinarte

forest fairy princess by @l1mmerencee

Tam's happy ending by @lzrsaugust

Cowboy Tamlin by @pitohiu

Hades Tamlin by @geniemillies

Hair tree Tamlin by @ejkreader

Moody Tamlin by @themadmorrigan

Tamlin Portrait by @lunamond

Hogwarts House by @claws-and-all

Follow the Emerald Star by @arson-09

Silly Beast by @olenvasynyt

Which Medieval Tamlin Cat Are You? by @jadedbugart, @bonecarversbestie, @themadmorrigan, and @olenvasynyt

Tamlin as a medieval cat by @jadedbugart

cursed medieval lion Tamlin by @themadmorrigan

Medieval Tamlin doodles by @bonecarversbestie

TAMLIN/RHYSAND

The Return of Wormlin by @taymartiart

TAMLIN/BRIAR

Tamlin and Briar by @luciensdefenseattorney (commissioned by @booksnwriting)

TAMLIN/ORIGINAL CHARACTER

For Love, For Spring by Kannamora (commissioned by @valentinevar)

GENERAL TAMLIN

Tamlin Edits by @spore-loser

TAMLIN/ERIS

Dreaming of Love moodboard by @matrixsss

TAMLIN/NYX

look at me like I'm the sun by @praetorqueenreyna

GENERAL TAMLIN

Tamlin in Faerûn by @therrookie

Thank you to Tamlin Week by @sonics-atelier

It's official! by @matrixsss

Picrew compilation by @copypastus

Favorite Blonde Boy Playlist by @comexwhatxmay

The Tamlin Berate-Yourself Press Tour by @sonics-atelier

Tiny clay Tamlin by @claws-and-all

Tamlin Healing Arc Playlist by @songofthesibyl

Love Nikki Tamlin by @alizangc

Tips from Tamlin by @booksnwriting

TAMLIN/RHYSAND

Once Upon a Spring Night: A Tamsand Playlist by @lainalit

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EEPY BABY!!!! Tamlin understands life getting in the way! We love our sleepy High Lord and can't wait to see what else you make!

very unfortunate that I could not participate in Tamlin week (life got busy and I knew I wouldn’t have the time ) However it was such a joy to see all the art and fics about my favorite guy! I’ll definitely have my fill of new Tamlin content to look through :D

I’ll try and make it up with more Tamlin art in the future!

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Thank you so much! You are too sweet 🥰

Honestly, the credit goes to the community for participating and being so amazing. It motivates us to do our very best for you all! We hope this encourages everyone to stay positive and keep encouraging each other all year long, not just this week!

A big thank you to @copypastus and @thrumbolt for being the masterminds behind the game and working so hard over the past few months for our week!

Thank you again everyone, Tamlin Week wouldn't be the same without every single one of you 💗

THANK YOU

@tamlinweek is over and I can only say: THANK YOU.

To the mods for their work, for the love they gave to the community and all the effort. FOR THE BEAUTIFUL GAME YOU GIFTED TO US. I still want to cry, it really was a wonderful surprise.

And to all the Tamlin lovers community, I can't believe the amazing and talented people I started to interact with thanks to this! The art in all its forms (fics, fanarts, moodboards, headcanons, playlists and more) was tremendously good, I still have a lot of catching up to do but there are so many awesome things.

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SUMMARY: Tamlin has given up on his Court, giving its power and rule to Beron who... doesn't want it? Elain does her best to restore some kind of normalcy to the manor.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello! It's me again, sliding in another submission for @tamlinweek. This time for Day 3: Polycules & Platonics. It's a slow burn, but we're getting closer and closer to something happening, I swear! Also, shoutout to @olenvasynyt for guessing where I was going with Elain and Tamlin next! This chapter is dedicated to you.

TW: Death, grief and the things that happen to bodies after death

Dividers by @olenvasynyt

READ ON AO3 OR UNDER THE CUT

“Leave me alone. Leave my mother’s things the way she left them.”

Heart pitters in her chest, and Elain shrinks out of sight. The animals tangle in her skirt, fighting it and each other, and she hushes them. She mustn’t get caught. Not by the true Lord of this Court—the Lord she will not allow to wither away. There are creatures that love him, and he must persevere. 

(Oh, oh, the ache grows. She had muttered the same words to her father once, and he hadn’t listened. He allowed her heart to break, Nesta’s to grow colder and Feyre’s to become more reckless. She can’t imagine what his absence would do to these helpful little ones. She has to try harder than she did with her father. She is not a helpless girl anymore.)

“Do any of you recall how the Manor was before it was destroyed?” She kneels, lowering herself to the ground so she can better speak to her companions. The fox beams, and the loris chirps. The owl shakes its head and the raccoon bonks everyone on the head. They seem to have a certain confidence, despite their disagreements. “Alright, if you could—

The doors burst open, and the blonde Lord sweeps past her. His mind is elsewhere and she does not fault him for it; her father moved like a ghost for years before saying anything to them. She stills, watching with rapt attention as Beron follows him and… stops. He stands there, staring at his broad back walking away.

I wonder what he sees.

The temperamental faerie had done nothing but show her spite, anger, hate and disdain. If Elain were told that he only wanted power, she would believe it. Callous creatures do not stand there, fingers flexed then curled into loose fists. His frustration is palpable, but Elain thinks… she’s not sure… but he—

Turns to glare at her.

“You. I thought I told you to leave,” he snarls. Whatever softness his posture contained has turned rigid, dead and gone at the sight of her. “I have things to take care of. You best be gone before I return.”

With each new threat, Elain can feel the bend in his sharp tone—the yield in the consequences of her defiance.

He’s tired too.

Restoring the manor is chaos. The animals, bless their hearts, haven’t the slightest clue of exactly where everything belonged. Their notions of decor are nothing but vibes about dens. Elain thinks it’s quaint, but she is convinced that it was not a pile of twigs and a single blueberry that belongs on the half-column podiums beside the staircase. Flowers would look nice.

“We need help,” she sighs, overseeing the squirrel trying to patch leaves where a portrait surely belongs.

A tug on her skirts calls her attention. The raccoon motions at her with his cute little hands—really, how is she supposed to focus when surrounded by such sweet creatures. Never in her life did she think she would be able to work with them. Elain glances over her shoulder, but the rest of the makeshift pack seems far too busy to bother with them.

The raccoon leads her out of the withering manor. She hesitates at the gates, afraid to find out what else is out there. Will she find another faerie? One that actually means her harm? What if she cannot find her way back? The raccoon sighs, grabbing her skirt and tugging her along. Wherever they are going, it harbours no fear. They walk far enough from the manner that it’s still in eyesight, but seems so… innocuous, as if no great tragedy has occurred. They walk along a dirt path until they reach a clearing with green mounds. They look as if they bubble up from the ground. The raccoon guides her to one such small-hill.

Here, it seems to motion.

“I don’t… I don’t understand. It’s just grass,” Elain says apologetically.  “Is it… something buried? I don’t see anything.”

“That’s because you don’t know where to look.”

She nearly jumps out of her skin at the sudden appearance of a woman (?) standing in the middle of the road. Not quite human, her skin has the texture of bark. It’s beautiful—something Elain has never seen before. Imagine if we were all so unique as her, she thinks to herself, letting her fascination get the best of her.

The raccoon chitters at the new arrival, throwing its hands up in exasperation and motioning at the manor.

“I see,” says the woman. A basket hangs from her arm and her leafy brow furrows in thought. “I was heading there anyway. I could not wait any longer.”

“Excuse me, may I… know who you are? I asked for help, and I was brought here.” Elain remains polite, even in her worry and confusion. She hadn’t thought there was anyone left in the area except her sad beast Lord and the devil made of flame.

“Of course, dear, we’ll talk while we walk.” She motions at Elain to come with her. “My name is Alis. I have been working for the High Lord and his family for decades now.”

“Hello Alis. I’m Elain.”

“What a lovely name,” Alis clips. The compliment feels sincere, but this woman has business to conduct. “Now, what is a human doing on this side of the wall?”

“I… I walked here and I ran into,” Elain pauses and motions, as if trying to pick which word would correctly define the faerie that chased her all the way to the manor.

“Beron. A bad bud, that one,” Alis curls her lip, spitting on the ground. “You can’t miss him even if you wanted to, spiralling across the border like a flaming comet. True power doesn’t need to be flaunted.” She tuts and shakes her head. “We all felt the power shift, when the previous High Lord was killed. It’s all gone to Tamlin, now. Poor faeling.”

Elain struggles to follow. She understands that people died, including Tamlin’s family, but talk of power and politics is something she has no experience with. Whenever the topics would be brought up, despite her hungering curiosity, she would be ushered out for more feminine tasks or conversation in another room. She wants to know, and she selects her question very carefully, knowing her place. She is owed no answers.

“Lords usually have entire houses full of staff, where is everyone else?”

“When the Night Court came, Tamlin made sure we all escaped safely. The transition of power in Courts can be… violent. There was no way of knowing who would become the new High Lord, and so most have left to protect their lives.”

Elain frowns. “Oh, that means… Lord Tamlin is alone.”

Except for her, Beron, Alis and his animal companions.

“We’re more than enough,” Alis reassures. She squeezes Elain’s arm. They’re in this together now.

The two of them work quickly, swiftly and efficiently. Beron can return at any moment, and Alis has no faith that he won’t undo everything they have done. The urisk—a term Alis shared with her as they washed new clothes for Elain and Tamlin—has nothing but disdain for the Autumn Lord. She doesn’t trust him. Not one bit. He’s worse than evil, she had said. He’s spineless and would take advantage of a grieving faeling for power. 

Some tasks will require more time and tools, so the two of them set those aside for later. They do what they can to achieve some sense of normalcy, so that the moment Tamlin steps out of that room, he can live a new day, instead of the very same night he has been steeping in for days now.

Elain learns a little more about faeries, Prythian and Tamlin by working with Alis.

“We have to check on him.”

“No, no, dear,” Alis says. They’ve been leaving food at the door and Tamlin has not touched a single tray. Yet, they continue to replace his meals dutifully. “Tamlin is a sweet thing, but he has also inherited his father’s anger. If he wishes to be left alone, it’s best to listen.”

“But��”

“Leave it.” She levels Elain with a look, and though that may have silenced her words, her heart continues to worry.

And so, her project begins.

Out of all the places that have begun to waste away, reflecting their Lord’s power, the garden remains untouched. The flowers bloom, bright and strong. At the very least, one thing is safe from pain and grief. She finds a shovel, and begins to dig. Only at night. If Alis notices the holes, the blisters on her fingers or the dirt on her new work dress, she says nothing. Two plots. She had only noticed two sheets in Tamlin’s room. Elain knows to dig nice and deep; she had held Feyre as Nesta explained why their mother needed to go into the ground. It’s our final resting place when we die. No one can disturb mother there. She’s free from her pain. She can just sleep. If she stays up here, she’ll see how sad we are, and her spirit will worry. Elain never forgot Nesta’s delicateness, after all these years.

When she finishes, it’s also in the middle of the night that she creeps up the stairs towards the only room with a closed door. The night is grief’s breeding ground, and Elain remembers too many nights, spent awake crying in fear, as if tomorrow would never come. She would pray desperately for the sun to rise and free her from this bottomless pit of hopelessness. Tamlin deserves company, especially at night.

She knocks, and when no answer comes, she pushes it open.

The first thing that hits her is the smell, and she fights her body’s urge to vomit. How can she offer help if she shows weakness before him? Breathing through her mouth does nothing to lessen the odor, but Elain perseveres.

“I’m so sorry, Tamlin,” she says softly. 

She says nothing else, sitting beside the beast and his hoard—these two sheet-covered loved ones. Elain rests her hand on his shoulder, offering soft caresses. He remains laying there, eyes closed, but there’s a tension that eases. 

For now, maybe company is all he needs.

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FINAL PART

SUMMARY: Tamlin has seen the horrors (aka Rhysand), but worse is on its way. Will he team up with this monster in the woods? The tale of truth is spilled before his feet and Tamlin has to decide where to go from here.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hi, it's me... I'm late again for @tamlinweek. The last time I posted, I wasn't able to finish this fic, so please enjoy the conclusion to my submission for Day 2: Dark Spring/Spring Mythology & Celebrations.

TW: Death, implied abuse, the horrors

dividers by @olenvasynyt

READ ON AO3 OR BELOW THE CUT

Tamlin.

Tamlin.

TAMLIN!

A dream. A nightmare. That’s all this is. If he keeps running, he’ll reach the end of it and wake up. Ean has gone limp on his back, arms hanging loosely over his shoulders. Tamlin reaches behind him, ignoring the whispers in his mind. They have its voice—that creature in the woods that pretended to be human. The clues were there, masked in strangeness that Tamlin played off as personality quirks.

The trees around him shiver with a warning, and Tamlin has the instinct to duck. Wood splinters above him as something— something attacks. It careens past him, having missed its target and tumbling back into the darkness. Tamlin catches a glimpse of that familiar ethereal long-limbed horror. To think, he had chalked up Rhysand’s attention to genuine interest. The only desire he sees now is a desire to kill.

His limbs scream with exertion, wanting a break—just a small one—and he’ll be right as rain. He needs to get farther before he can even think of resting, at least for Ian’s sake. Tamlin pushes any and all thoughts out of his mind. Just do.

Stop running.

Tamlin might be a fool, and he might not be the brightest student in his class, but even he knows that stopping means death. He won’t die, not like this. Not without pushing himself beyond his limits, and not without a fight if he can’t run anymore. 

GET DOWN!

This could be a ruse. What if there’s a trap laid ahead by something terrible? Would he be playing into it?

NOW!

Tamlin refuses to listen, so he moves with compromise. He pushes off one foot, a move reminiscent of when he’s evading the opposing team’s linemen in hope to stick with his teammate to protect them. It shifts the course of his escape, so that anything careening towards him will have to pivot as well. His decision comes a second too late, and the bag on Ean’s back gets clipped. Tamlin is thrown out of balance, and he is carrying too much weight which prevents him from catching himself. 

He stumbles, and falls.

Fuck, Tamlin curses at himself.

The forest seems to shift, a cruel mistress, and there is no end to his tumble. Tamlin rolls down a hill, unable to catch Ean and protect him. He slams his ribs against a rock, praying that nothing breaks. 

“Fuck,” he exhales, laying there in the dirt and moss, looking up at the darkness. The canopy blots out the night. “Come on, get up.” Tamlin is bruised, but nothing feels broken. “Ean,” he croaks.

No answer.

Movement in the woods reminds Tamlin that he is not safe, and the commotion of their fall is sure to attract the monsters. He grunts, getting to his feet, and pulls out his knife as he limps towards Ean. The boy isn’t moving, and there’s an ache in Tamlin’s chest. His heart thrashes, wanting to be free of this moment. Ean was kind. Even if he wasn’t, he doesn’t deserve this.

“He’s dead.”

Tamlin whips towards him, flipping the knife in his hand. He’s immediately on guard, having fought his own brothers for years. His father wanted warriors, even in a world where fighting is imposed on others of lesser privilege. Rhysand approaches him, just a handsome man, like he always was.

“Why’d you kill them?” Tamlin asks slowly. The knife is about half the length of his forearm, and nearly the width of his palm. He doesn’t know if he can kill this thing with the glowing eyes.

“I didn’t. Even so, humans die. Such is life.”

“Are you going to kill me?” There is no doubt in Tamlin’s mind that he is going to make that task as difficult as possible; he does not want to win, he simply wants retribution for the others.

“Come with me.” Rhysand glances up the steep hill from which Tamlin fell. “Time is of the essence.” He offers Tamlin his hand.

“Are you going to eat me?”

“Did you not hear me? We have to hurry.”

“I can’t leave Ean here.” Tamlin is only half listening, too bogged down by the train of thoughts clouding his mind. He has no reason to trust Rhysand. “The others. People will miss them.”

“People will forget them.”

“So, why me then?”

The incessant questions irritate Rhysand who’s fingers have curled into a frustrated fist. “Enough! You will come with me, whether you like it or not. I don’t have time to answer your questions.” 

He reaches for Tamlin, and Tamlin pulls back. He tries again, more aggressively to grab Tamlin. Tamlin retaliates accordingly, swiping back with his blade, and when Rhysand blocks it, he snaps a low kick into the side of Rhysand’s knee. Pain sparks through his leg and Tamlin realizes that he is hurt. Two attacks isn’t enough to deter this creature, but it is enough to make its glamour begin to slip. Nails elongate into black claws, and those eyes darken once more. Perhaps if Tamlin didn’t know what to expect, he would be shocked or feel fear, but Tamlin simply adapts. 

Tamlin uses his size, still bigger than Rhysand while he maintains his half-human form, to become an oppressive opponent. He pushes forward, favouring his right leg. He manages a few cuts—the one on Rhysand’s forearm is particularly deep and bleeds black. Rhysand roars in frustration, and the forest roars back.

There’s more of them.

He scoops up dirt while Rhysand is distracted, and tosses it into his eyes. He has no choice. He has to run. Whatever’s coming is now Rhysand’s problem.

Safety comes in the form of a cave further off the path. The sounds of battle and warfare fade with each step Tamlin  puts between himself and Rhysand, and the quiet… The quiet means nothing. The forest no longer brings peace, and he longs to find another human soul. The cave, at the very least, puts something against his back. He’ll only have to guard the entrance. Just an hour, he promises himself. He can’t afford to linger long.

As soon as he sits, the exhaustion hits him from walking all day, running and fighting.

Rhysand’s approach wakes him, and Tamlin grabs his knife.

“Found you,” the demon wheezes. He moves differently now, wavering and limping. “Stop fighting me.” He sounds tired. 

Tamlin retreats anyway, enforcing measured distance. He won’t let this thing get any closer, but his curiosity gets the best of him. “What were those things? What are you?”

“Faeries,” Rhysand sighs, sinking against the other side of the cave wall. In the darkness, Tamlin can see Rhysand’s glowing pupils and parts of singed skin that glow like embers between coal. He’s hurt, and whatever he confronted brought fire with it.

“Faeries aren’t real,” Tamlin insists.

“I know you were spying on me in the woods.”

There’s no explanation for what he saw, except the insistence that this is a dream. His mother would have loved this revelation. She would have responded with wonder and grace; she would have charmed Rhysand in a way that not even he can rival.

“Why me? Why not any of the others? They’re more… more knowledgeable than I am.”

Another soft sigh escapes Rhysand’s lips. Pain? Fatigue? He rests his head against the stone wall. “Knowledge is not what we need. I’ve come to bring you home.”

Home. What a strange concept. Tamlin has many homes—courtesy of his family—around the world. Manors, cottages, lake houses and beachfront properties. Places with things in them and people he should want to be with. He loves his brother and his father, he really does, but there is a gap he cannot bridge. 

‘Home’ elicits pain and longing. He hasn’t come home in years. Not since his mother…

“I have a home,” Tamlin says automatically.

“You have a lie. You don’t belong with the humans. You belong with us, and we need you.”

This is a dream, he tells himself. It’s too fantastical, and too good to be true. Tamlin wanted a story and he wanted his mother’s myths, but it feels so far removed from the reality he knows.

“This isn’t a dream. You’ve been living a walking dream, and I am here to wake you.”

“I have class on Monday.”

“Fuck class,” Rhysand snaps. He sounds tired.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You wouldn’t have believed me. You would have thought I was insane.”

“I still do.”

“But you’ve seen me. The others. You can’t deny it anymore.”

“You didn’t answer me. Why me?”

“Because you are your mother’s son.”

Anxiety fills Tamlin. He toys at the hem of his pants and fiddles with the knife. His mother was just a housewife who loved her children. She was beautiful and magical, but those were the memories of a little boy who loved his mama. There was nothing supernatural about  her—nothing except her beauty, her kindness and her… her…

Ferocity.

The memories needle in his mind, worn by the passing of time. Fights—arguments with his father where she had been terrifying. Her words had cut like a blade, but her eyes held the fury of a thousand storms. His father would remind her, time and time again, that she was bound to him. That is the vow of marriage, Tamlin had always told himself. 

No, that’s not true —

“Have I told you… the tale of the Lonely Queen?”

A boy and his mother are piled into the bed. The duvet covers are thick and fluffy, just the way Tamlin likes them. There are never too many pillows, and he wriggles deeper into the pile. He’s so focused on getting comfortable that he almost misses the question.

The memory is so old that he forgot the blooming bruise beneath her emerald eyes, so dark it looks black.

“No, mama. Why was she lonely?”

“You always ask the best questions, little poppy.” She taps the tip of his nose with her finger. “The Queen was a very lonely one, surrounded by responsibility and servants, but no one who truly loved her.” Tamlin’s mother pauses and tips her head. “No, no, that’s not true. Those who loved her were very far away. In another place. In another world.”

“Why were they far, mama?”

“Because the people around her all wanted her, and they were so numerous and… perhaps… as time went by, they forgot who she really was.”

“What’s nu… numerous?”

“It means there were a lot of them, dummy.”

“Be nice, Enfys!”

Tamlin’s older brother wanders in, flopping onto the bed on the other side of their mother. He has a bowl of popcorn, tossing one in his mouth and holds it out to them. Tamlin takes a whole fistful, and shoves it in his mouth like the uncoordinated child he is.

“What’s today’s story?”

“The Lonely Queen!” Tamlin chirps.

“Sounds cool.”

“So what did the Queen do? Did she go find people she loves?” Tamlin bounces in his spot. “Does she have a family?”

“Tam, you’re always skipping ahead. Let mom tell the story, jeez.”

“She does, but it came to her in ways she didn’t expect.”

Bare feet dance across the forest floor. Bramble and stone yield to their Queen, making way for her light. She is bright, she is air and she is nature. When she runs, she soars. The forest keeps her secrets, watching her escape through newborn paths and swallowing up her traces behind them.

But the one thing she cannot escape—

The wolf with black teeth gives chase, slipping into her territory through every shadow cast. His power grows with the setting sun, no longer a shade, but a fully-fledged snarling thing.

Where do you think you’re going?

When I catch you,

I will devour you.

The Queen knows no fear.

He has yet to catch her, and if he does, she will not stay as such. She will fight. He will die.

Or they both will.

Pain needles at Tamlin’s temples, growing and growing until the pain becomes akin to spikes drilling into his brain. Tamlin clutches his head, biting back the urge to scream. Memories swirl. 

His mother’s voice is soft as a feather, and she could wield it like a blade in anger, but never at him.

He is a wolf made of smoke and starlight, hunting her and her crown. Oh, what she would feel like between his teeth.

I would never hurt her. Never.

“Tamlin, stop fighting me. You have to let me show you.”

No, no, no—

His mother is hurt—she has been hurt, and there is nothing he can do about it. Tamlin doesn’t want to see it, he doesn’t want to feel this helpless. He is a child again, unable to do anything about the pain so clearly etched on her face. A hug couldn’t have possibly saved her, but she always said it did.

“STOP!”

Anger, fear and frustration burst forth from him, and the very world around them shakes. Tiny loose stones clatter down from the cave walls, raining down on Rhysand. The trees quiver, their leaves shaking like chattering teeth. Tamlin’s roar has his chest heaving, and his bright emerald eyes glaring at this horrible stranger who has upset everything he’s ever known. 

For the first time since he’s known this creature, Rhysand smiles. Truly smiles. Such beautiful radiance could not possibly be contained by his human shell, and his laughter is the blazing burst of a star. Loud, bright.

“It really is you.”

“I’m no one!” Tamlin rebukes, rejecting everything Rhysand has been trying to show him.

“Your mother was the High Queen of Prythian. She used to visit between worlds, maintaining the border between us and the humans for their safety. No one could touch her. She was beloved, and many Lords wanted her hand, including my father.”

“Are we brothers?”

“Mother, no. That would be terribly unfortunate. My father found his mate after chasing your mother out of our lands.”

Chasing your mother out…

Tamlin’s grip tightens on the knife, and Rhysand’s gaze flickers towards it.

“I took his memories after I killed him,” the former teaching assistant supplies. “Our lands have been plagued with war and famine ever since her disappearance. The Lords who wanted your mother for her power have been fighting for the crown. Myself and the sons of other Lords want to restore peace.”

“This has nothing to do with me,” Tamlin insists. The more he denies, the closer he gets to unmaking this nightmare.

“It has everything to do with you! We are ready to strike, all we are missing is the heir. There is no power stronger than being connected to the very earth beneath our feet.” Rhysand digs his claws into the dirt, scooping up a handful of it and letting it slip through his fingers. “You’re telling me you like pretending to be human? You’ve never felt like you don’t belong? Out of place?” He dusts his hands off. “I’ve only been here for a handful of months and it is a cage for creatures like us.”

At that, Tamlin hesitates. The thought feels plucked out of his mind, as if Rhysand knows the way his body feels too big or too small—or how he wishes he could flit between either to fit the situation at hand. If only he was stronger, so he could protect his classmates. If only he was smaller, so he could vanish out of his father’s sight.

“I’ve seen you play. You run like you are chasing freedom. Imagine the things  you could do if you could fly.” Rhysand unfurls his skeletal wings with its nearly translucent membranes, a tease for someone who knows only the confines of his mortal body.

“Even if I was the heir of the Queen, I can’t do any of the things you’re saying. I don’t have powers.”

“The Forest’s expansion is your doing. Ever since you came of age, we could sense you through the barriers between worlds. We’ll teach you what to do.”

Tamlin bounces his leg, a tell he hasn’t quite been able to stop. Each word spilling from Rhysand’s mouth makes his proposition more and more alluring. It could be a trap, a sweet promise to lure him in before he is devoured by a horror this world has not yet seen. (It would’ve been on the news, otherwise.) But if he were to play along… what would he lose? Home is an oppressive place, a mausoleum for his mother’s memory and a constant reminder of her absence. His brothers have shed the pieces of her to survive, but Tamlin won’t. Perhaps this is his reward: her legacy, and his freedom.

And if he’s wrong, death is its own release, too.

“Alright,” Tamlin concedes. “I’ll go, but I won’t be your King.”

Rhysand’s face blooms with the moon’s shine. “See, you’re perfect already.”

[tamlinweek]

Hi,, I am late for the week becaused I don't normally do weeks, but TAM DESERVE LOVE, where can I find the prompts?

Hi! There's no such thing as too late, we are still accepting submissions ☺️ Just make sure to tag us so we can see it and reblog!

You can click here to find the prompts!

[tamlinweek]

Celebrate the Great Rite at the Spring Court with High Lord Tamlin and his three companions: Rhysand, Eris and Lucien. Get to know and flirt with them, as you discover the many hidden surprises that await you in CalanMine - A fully playable ACOTAR dating simulator game!

DOWNLOAD IT HERE!

[tamlinweek]

@tamlinweek

Our final Tips from Tamlin (#4) from Henry!

WILDLY SUCCESSFUL TAMTAM WEEK EVERYBODY! MEET YA BACK HERE NEXT YEAR!

[tamlinweek]

Tamlin week may be over, but the fun isn't done!

Every Tamlin fan knows about the tithe and we swear, that's not the reason why we put Tamlin Week during tax season! During the Tithe, the citizens of the Spring Court have a duty to pay their share, if they can!

So, we thought it would be fun to make a little participation game out of it. You've got nothing to lose if you don't play, we're not here to enforce anything... until next year. (For legal reasons, this is a joke. We aren't even checking!)

Tally up your participation points and find out what tithe bracket you land in the Spring Court. If you missed some activities on this list, it's not too late to go back and jump in!

Here are some of the activities you can go back and play!

Ask Game

Calanmine Dating Simulator by @calanmine

Draw your Tamlin

Headcanons: Additional Powers

Headcanons: If You Could Change One Thing

Headcanons: Modern AU

Headcanons: Pokemon Trainer Tamlin

Introductions

Tag Yourself #1 by @jadedbugart @themadmorrigan @fierling @bonecarversbestie @olenvasynyt

Tag Yourself #2 by @bonecarversbestie @themadmorrigan @olenvasynyt @jadedbugart

Take a Picture with the High Lord! by @copypastus

Want to skip straight to the juicy, juicy engagement points? Here are our masterlists for the week so far!

Masterlist: Day 1

Masterlist: Day 2

Masterlist: Day 3

Masterlist: Day 4

Masterlist: Day 5

Masterlist: Day 6

Masterlist: Day 7

Reblog with which tithe bracket you fall in! We hope you had fun playing this game as much as we did while making it!

Thank you SO MUCH to everyone who participated in this years Tamlin Week in any shape or form. We appreciate you with all our hearts 💚

[tamlinweek]

"The passion is fiery as Tamlin meets his kiss. The kiss is searching, seeking out physical reassurance. There’s still so much mending to do in his High Lord’s heart. So much opportunity for Nyx to remind Tamlin he is loved, cherished, valued. No matter if he is the deeply thoughtful and competent leader, the fierce and strong warrior, the soft and free musician, or the tender and vulnerable lover. Even the territorial and hotheaded beast.

Nyx sees, loves and accepts him.

He pours that love into every touch, every inch of their flesh pressed together."

—A Court of Chaos and Darkness: Epilogue by Cee_Darling

I was desperate to make something for @tamlinweek, and had a perfect picture for Tamlin's ass but wasn't sure where to use it. Lo and behold, @witch-and-her-witcher added an AMAZING epilogue to A Court of Chaos and Darkness celebrating Tamlin's ass, so here we go! This is for Cee and her amazing fic where Tamlin gets Nyx pregnant then gets railed on a desk. Enjoy!

For Tamlin Week Day 7: Free Day

[tamlinweek]

@tamlinweek

Tamlin and Briar as High Lord and High Lady of the Spring Court. My beauuuutiful commission by @luciensdefenseattorney ✨️✨️✨️

(Peep the passive aggressive note from Feyre lol)

[tamlinweek]

@tamlinweek

Ahhh! I'm late but it's finally done! (Despite there being a third chapter at some point)

The Lost Queen Among the Stars

[tamlinweek]

Made In His Image

It's Day 7 of @tamlinweek I cannot believe this has gone so fast, I am in awe of all the creation this week!!!! It has been so fun being able to be a part of this and I already cannot wait for next year!! All the surprises that the moderators brought us this year has been such a joy. @praetorqueenreyna @goforth-ladymidnight and @highlordofkrypton yall are fuckin amazing, thank you for everything you guys did to feed the Tam community this year!!!!!

And on that note, here's my final contribution. For Day 7, this is the final chapter of my three part Feylin affair fic.

Summary:

A Feylin Affair Story, love has turned bitter, and they cannot bear affection. But they desire each other carnally anyway

Read on Ao3!!!

[tamlinweek]

TAMLIN WEEK MASTER LIST: DAY 6

You guys are our warband, soldiering on for Day 6 with 23 submissions! We love to see it!!

As always, if ever we missed your post, please let us know so we can reblog and add you to the list! We will never intentionally ignore a post. Make sure you're tagging @tamlinweek too! We also accept late submissions for previous days as well.

GENERAL TAMLIN

A Spy in the House of Love by @songofthesibyl

Memoriam by @matrixsss

Stay Alive by @mika-no-sekai-blog

TAMLIN/ELAIN

How Elaine fell in love with Tamlin by @zoy999zoy

TAMLIN/LUCIEN

A Little Piece of Peace by @acourtofaudacity

Horror and the Wild by @thornsinwinter

TAMLIN/RHYSAND

Beneath the Boughs and the Stars by @sonics-atelier

Too much, too late by @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

TAMLIN/TARQUIN

Too sweet by @irithiadourden

GENERAL TAMLIN

Fly on the Wall by @missbeehavior

Protect Your Borders, Tamlin! by @copypastus

Soldier Tamlin by @claws-and-all

Spy by @geniemillies

Warrior Tamlin by @lzraugust

TAMLIN/ERIS

A Flirty Look by @vermilionskiinmorning

TAMLIN/RHYSAND

Happy Friday by @lucychanart

Flirting by @vermilionskiinmorning

Please Believe Me by @taymartiart

High Lord of the Spring Court by @eatsbooks

Warrior-poet by @spore-loser

Dirty Limericks by @booksnwriting

The Garden of the Fallen by @sonics-atelier

Tips from Tamlin by @booksnwriting

[tamlinweek]

TAMLIN WEEK MASTER LIST: DAY 5

For Day 5, we got 31 submissions! Did you know that's almost as much as we got the entire week for the first year of Tamlin Week? It's amazing to see how much the community has grown!

As always, if ever we missed your post, please let us know so we can reblog and add you to the list! We will never intentionally ignore a post. Make sure you're tagging @tamlinweek too! We also accept late submissions for previous days as well.

GENERAL TAMLIN

Beastly Bites by @matrixsss

The Voracious Menace of Spring Manor by @sonics-atelier

MULTIPLE SHIPS

Words I'll Never Get To Say Again by @some-sort-of-firefly

The Wishful Midsummer Heat by @room217prayer

TAMLIN/BRIAR

The Beasts Within Beauties by @booksnwriting

TAMLIN/ERIS

Heartbeat by @sabba-tumbling

No Manners by @irithiadourden

TAMLIN/FEYRE

Foreign Bodies by @songofthesibyl

TAMLIN/LUCIEN

Gilded Sensitivity by @sonics-atelier

High Strung by @achaotichuman

Horror and the Wild by @thornsinwinter

TAMLIN/READER

Beyond the veil of mist II by @mika-no-sekai-blog

TAMLIN/RHYSAND

An even stranger thing happening the morning after the High Lord meeting by @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

Modern Tamsand Preview by @fourteentrout

Truth or Dare by @zoy999zoy

GENERAL

Big Ol' Chompers by @winged-freaksometimes

Chest by @herrinarte

Come on, Fetch! by @copypastus

Flustered Tamlin by @lzrsaugust

Nom by @arson-09

Shirt Cut Meme by @trash-shrike

Tamlin Marking his Mate by @claws-and-all

Why Not Both by @missbeehavior

TAMLIN/BRIAR

Calanmai Spice by @grimseverity

TAMLIN/ORIGINAL CHARACTER

Bite/Chest by @tbdel

TAMLIN/RHYSAND

Biting by @lucychanart

High Ladies by @taymartiart

The High Lord of the Spring Court by @spore-loser

The Manor by @spore-loser

Precious Tamlin Bingo by @booksnwriting

Tamlin Week Sticker Giveaway by @vermilionskiinmorning

Twitter Meme: Biting by @acotarmemes