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fem Tamlin and Feyre✨🥀 sketch 1/5

female Tamlin you're my muse. Mwah. And the funny thing is that my Feyre looks ugly in both genders. I'm a little as with that.

everytime I think about genderswap feylin it just make more sense in my head. Specially Feyre. It likes Feyra was made to be the ''man of the house'', the one to provide, she's the one controling the money too... and the way she thought about marrying Nesta and Elain, as if she's the man that can control them since they father is no longer able to do that. And when I transform Feyre in a actual male then it just suit like a glove. And even more so because no one would pity him (feyre) for hunting, even tho he would be a child like his sisters, because hunting is a ''male duty''. I don't know if this make sense- I hope so. And Tamlin wouldn't be shamed for have been sexually assalted, because he would be a female in this version. ugh, I'm sad that when I search for feylin genderswap there's only my own fanart lmao

I just know that the high lords were secretly pumped when feyre left tamlin because they knew that he was gonna write the break up album of the century, and the last time that they had anything good to listen to was a century ago when he left rhysands ass.

Day 1: Heir of Spring

The enemy of my enemy may possibly be the father of my child

A small crack fic to start us off with a bang ;)

@tamlinweek

Tamlin winnowed into the Summer Court hall with a resounding boom. All eyes turned to face the surprise guest, then the murmuring began.

Tarquin stood from his seat in greeting.

“Tamlin, are you alright? We weren’t sure that you would join us today, we missed you at the last meeting in the Day Court.”   

The male was dishevelled, his hair wild around his shoulders and his eyes bright and frantic. A green velvet robe hung precariously on his frame, gaping open at his chest.

Tamlin's hands fluttered by his sides somewhat helplessly before finally resting on his hips. He looked about the room.

“I need to make an heir.”

“I… beg your pardon?”

“Spring is dying. When the path was cleared for Hybern to invade, he destroyed the land. All life has disappeared from my Court. My people are scared and they need a home, yet it lies in ruin. If I want to have any hope of restoring my Court, it is my duty as the High Lord to produce an heir and bring forth new life. to repair the balance of Spring.”

He continued, pacing about the room even as several jaws dropped at this new bit of information.

“I won’t stay for long. I only wanted to share what I have learned and to ask you to inform your courts. Any males who you deem worthy of this task should journey to Spring immediately. Calanmai fast approaches and will be upon us within the moon. I want to take advantage of that.”

Thesan, who found himself seated next to Rhysand, could have sworn he heard the male emit a high squeak that he struggled to hide as his fingers clutched at his armrest.

The High Lord of Night coughed delicately. "Males, Tamlin?" He attempted a drawl, but his gaze was far too intent, Thesan thought delightedly. It completely belied his suave façade.

Tamlin spoke again, his eyes fixed on Rhys in a pointed stare.

“Naturally. After all that Spring has suffered, I trust no-one but myself to carry my child.”

Beside him, Feyre twitched.

A beat, then Helion’s deep laughter echoed throughout the hall.

“What a predicament you find yourself in, Tamlin! Rest assured, I will inform the members of my court and personally select my most capable of males for you. Perhaps I might even make an appearance myself at Calanmai this year.”

Helion waggled his eyebrows, Tamlin rolled his eyes.

“My thanks, Helion.”

Then, as if a dam had broken, each of the High Lords in turn spoke their agreement, promising their aid.

Then, there remained only Night.

Tamlin's lip turned upwards just a tad, “Rest assured, I will not be seeking aid from Night. You may keep your seed to yourselves.”

“Bold of you to speak as if the Night Court would ever willingly offer you aid.” Feyre said hotly.

“You know,” he smiled toothily, “I’m surprised that Tarquin has allowed you two back in his Court at all, considering what happened the last time he extended his good will towards you. I only hope you don’t steal any artifacts or destroy any monuments on your way out. Besides, I wouldn’t want any child of mine to have such abhorrent traits.”

Feyre glowered, opening her mouth to speak again when Tarquin clapped his hands, rising from his seat. "If that will be all?"

"Of course. Apologies for the disturbance, Tarquin. I'll be making my leave."

Tamlin turned back to Feyre, dipping his head mockingly, "My lady."

She glared viciously at him but said nothing in reply.

“Lords, Ladies. I shall see you all at Calanmai.”

Some time later

“... Er, is something the matter?” Kallias paused in his report to glance concernedly in Tamlin's direction.

Almost simultaneously, all eyes whipped round to the High Lord of Spring, who was wriggling in his seat, expression stormy.

Sitting across from him were the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, neither of whom had bothered to erase the stunned, slightly aghast expressions on their faces that had been present ever since his arrival.

“Fine,” Tamlin said tightly, his hand running over the swell of his stomach. “Just wondering if all of this is worth saving the Spring Court from eternal ruin, is all.”

Lady Freya of Autumn turned towards him.

“Perhaps you ought to shift, dear. I remember your mother when she was deep in her pregnancy with you. She would often shift as the mood struck to be more comfortable. Besides, the babe will be due in less than two months now."

Tamlin smiled, sadness tinging his lips at the mention of his mother. "I suppose I have been putting it off for quite a while now... If you’ll all excuse me for just a moment.”

A sudden glow engulfed the Spring Lord and shimmered in the air before dissipating, leaving behind-

A set of hands thudded loudly on the great table, accompanied by the sound of a crashing chair.

“You can shapeshift?!” Feyre shouted over at Tamlin.

She cocked her head in bemusement, running her hands over her stomach. “Feyre, you inherited your shapeshifting powers from me. Of course I can shapeshift.”

Feyre's face was a splendid shade of red. “I meant during pregnancy,”

Tamlin's lips thinned into a line, utterly perplexed. “Feyre, I am a shapeshifter by nature… Of course I can shapeshift during pregnancy. I would have thought that Rhys would have informed you of this, given the complicated nature of your own pregnancy.”

Quick as a whip, all eyes were on Rhysand, who had yet to speak. His face was frozen into a half smile, his knuckles white on the table top.

Feyre's eyes flashed as she crossed her arms, looking at him expectantly.

"I- had forgotten about Tamlin's abilities."

Tamlin arched an eyebrow sardonically. "I truly, truly find that hard to believe, Rhysand. I'd shifted between male and female enough times in our youth that I'd thought the knowledge might have stuck with you. It certainly made an impression on you the last time I shifted"

"I-"

"And besides, there are plenty of shapeshifters in Spring. If you didn't want to consult me all those times you were trespassing on my lands, you could have spoken to any of the fae in the Westerlands and they could have told you everything you needed to know."

Silence fell over the round table, then Feyre flung herself at Rhysand with nails bared as he scrabbled to escape, screaming shrilly.

All in all, it was a very eventful meeting.

Tamlin's daughter (who is his exact mirror) accompanies him to the High Lord summit one year, and Nyx takes one look at her before his brain bluescreens and he walks into a wall.

'It seems some preferences run through your side of the family, Rhysand.'

Nyx is besotted with her, and she couldn't care less about him. Like father like daughter.