its me, probably one of fhe worst times to post but idk if this is getting finished so here ya go, some vander with fhe kids but not much else. shorter than i'd like but i love it all the same, this is for you my dearest rebloggers, minors do not interact with my fluff, im trusting you to be regulate yourselves and ageless blogs gtfo
It’s spring. The months where people are out and about more often than not. It’s the months where people don’t frequent bars as often and months where break-ins are more frequent. You’re not too worried about those. Not when you’re breathing in the peppery cedarwood scent that wafts off Vander from the many nights of wiping counters and the faint tarry, smoky smell from his pipe.
His arm around your waist pulls you closer and grunts when your leg brushes the semi hard on between his legs. It’s not to be acted upon. That much is obvious when he grumbles and leans down to wedge his face between your cheek between you and the pillow.
You hear muttering and you hum, trying to get your thoughts together when your hand, dwarfed on his bicep, rubs up his bicep until a long hum is rasping from his chest. It’s a pretty sound that always makes your heart leap. His face doesn’t move an inch from where he’s wedged it between your cheek and the cotton stuffed pillow. His breath is hot when he murmurs near your ear.
“S’ a weeken’. An’ sprin’.” he slurs, pecking your cheek lazily. “Sleep.”
Your eyes are heavy and almost heed the instruction until you hear a distant clanging. Vander pulls you so you’re half on top of him so he’s your pillow and you’re his to cuddle apparently.
“Ignore it.” He mutters, arms tightening around you. The warmth he emits makes you think better of the conscience in your head and you sink easily into him. “S’ a mess for later.”
The door squeaks only slightly, but you both dismiss it in favor of getting a little more sleep. But the bed dips near your feet and continues until you feel something settle on Vander’s side. The bed sinks again and again and again. Sleep is slipping away, but Vander is not having it.
“There’s no way they’d still be in bed if they remembered.” Claggor slinks down on the bed to fit perfectly in the bend of your legs and rests his head on your thigh. “Maybe we should wait for tomorrow.”
“No. We’re going today.” Mylo is insistent and starts bouncing on the bed. Vi joins him and you can hear Powder stifling a laugh from the left side, Vander’s side of the bed.
You groan, knocking on his chest, “Do something.”
“They’re yours before sunrise.” He knocks on your waist.
You sit up, squinting as you find they’re all dressed and in gear. If the sun hasn’t risen then today must be one of those days. You smirk, “Something big must be going on for all four of you to be awake at the same time, especially this early.”
Vi jumps off the bed and onto the floor. “I told you they forgot.”
Powder holds up one of Vander’s old maps and you sigh, shaking your head. “You promised.” She sings, waving the paper and you knock on Vander’s chest.
“You promised.” You laugh, rubbing your eyes.
“Promised what?” He sits up while you fall back into the mattress, grabbing his pillow and setting it underneath your head as you glance over how wild his hair had become from trying to tuck himself against you.
“The heist!” Vi crosses her arms. “We’re pulling that heist you promised today.”
Vander thinks, scratching his beard, “Promised, eh?” He shoots Powder a smile, “Sure I didn’t say probably?”
You shove him in the back with your foot and it earns you a playful glare, “You crossed your heart.”
He motions for Vi to hand him a pillow and Powder is scrambling to get out of the crossfire, “Did I now?”
You’re laughing before Vander even swings his pillow and you throw one at him, ducking so that it hits Vi square in the face. Claggor and Powder struggle to yank Vander off the bed and somewhere between Vander accidentally hitting Mylo with his pillow, you’d convert the other two into your army before Vander was on the floor with his feet in the air, laughing when you stumbled off the bed and land right on his chest.
“Come on!” Mylo’s trying to drag Vander up, but you’re getting up and nudging the big lug with your foot.
“You heard him.”
Vander waves, “Alright, alright- we’re coming. Go lock down the fort.”
They go scrambling out, decidedly splitting up to cover more ground faster. You’re about to get changed when Vander yanks you down to the floor with him in his mess of sheets and torn pillows from the pillow fight.
You smirk down at him, “Good morning, handsome.”
He chuckles and brings you down so his lips brush his. “Mornin’, sunshine.”