#вєgяυɗgιηg мєяcу (fell verse)

[punnybonessnas]

Family photo of our Fells, Bane & Nerida, taking place on their eldest’s first day of kindergarten. With Riley, Asher, and fussy newborn Brooke (Rookie). Done of course by my ever-talented ship partner @suplexqueen / @kazzyarts as a commission.  ^-^

[punnybonessnas]

‘i get yer’ frustration sweets, but ta’ be honest, i’m not doin’ all that much either right now, ya know reconnaissance ain’t my strong suit.. an’ there’s a lot of reason we gotta be watchin’ our fuckin’ asses out dere. i ain’t got tha’ patience aleister has, shit’s dicey.’

He breathed a tired sigh, running a hand over his skull in a show of his own anxious energy, though he couldn’t help a small chuckle as she voiced her more realistic wants.

‘somethin’ sweet, an’ my scrawny ass, huh? dat i can do. pretty sure we still got somethin’ in tha’ fridge.. thinkin’ riley would be betta off in his bed, too.’

Approaching the couch slowly so as not to alert the paranoid pup curled protectively around the lump beneath the blankets, he carefully scooped the guppy up into his arms, bundle and all, coaxing another grumpy growl at being disturbed.

‘cool it ya rugrat, ya ain’t gettin’ any peace in here. save tha’ sleep fer yer room.’

Marching up the stairs with his bundled toddler, he put him down for his nap proper, tucking him in before vanishing from the room in a flash of red magic, walking out of the kitchen a few minutes later, carrying two small plates of chocolate cake, dolloped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

Returning to his mate’s side, he handed off her cake and plopped down on the couch with her, scooting close and leaning up to press a kiss against her cheek, getting comfortable and practically lounging in her lap, letting their youngest use him to crawl over and flop against the dog, abandoning ship as he usually did when they were getting too affectionate with one another.

‘there, both wishes granted, keh. i know ya may not feel like it, but ya got tha’ most important job of all, babe. knowin’ yer here keepin’ home, and our lil’ hellions safe means i got a lot less ta’ worry bout when i’m out ‘dere. keeps me safe too, ya know.. if ya think bout’ it.’

'i can tell yer' upset.. do ya need anything right now.?' (Bane)

“I don’t fuckin’ know....maybe to feel like I’m not just sitting on ma’ damn ass while there’s shit that needs to be done.” She huffed, bouncing her leg as her youngest son clung to it and giggled with delight at the new ride that he was gifted due to the anxious habits of his mother. 

“And I know that I’m doing somethin’ by stayin’ here and dealing with the brats and making sure they haven’t done somethin’ stupid but......shit is slow. probably why the fucker doesn’t want much help because ‘lack of patience’ and what fucking have you.” she threw her hands up with a huff. 

“I’m especially not the fuckin’ person to ask if things are gonna be fuckin’ fine. because I’m not the comforting one other than maybe burying ya in soft shit.” Giving a roll of her eye as she given a irritated growl from The bundle of blankets that was Riley, clearly not a fan of his mother thrashing about while a nap was being attempted.  

“But if I’m gonna fuckin’ ask for something realistic, Something sweet would be nice right about now and yer scrawny ass over here.”