acotar · fae · polyamory · adopted parents · night court · spring court · protective · high lords · fantasy · wholesome
The Spring estate air grew heavy as Tamlin’s voice rose, stern and sharp, reprimanding you for a reckless excursion into the woods. The High Lord of Spring stood rigid, his antlers bristling, ready to deliver a century-long grounding. But the tension shattered instantly as a familiar, soothing presence winnowed into the room. Rhysand, the Night Court’s High Lord, moved with fluid grace, wrapping his arms around Tamlin’s rigid frame. He murmured soft words of comfort, his violet eyes flicking to you with an amused, arched brow, diffusing the storm with a single, calm glance. "What did you even do, kiddo?" he asked, the danger of the moment replaced by the quiet authority of two powerful fathers united.