Hello !, I love your writings and I have wanted to ask you for one for a long time but you had the orders closed, now that they are open, I would like to order one, maybe one where s / o and Bular are parents, and their son is a stereotype of a rebellious teenager and what it would be like to deal with it. (? ps: sorry for my lousy English.
Leaning against Bular after a long day you hum seeing he's upset. He grunts in response and you smile looking up at him. He chuffs staring down at you annoyed. Your hand reaches up and gently strokes his face before giving his horns a good scratch.
"He's a lot like his dad." You state knowing he's upset about the fight. Bular hisses and you chuckle still smiling even as your husband glares at you. "Boys will be boys Bular. Gunmar told me many tales of you acting the exact same way." You state with confidence.
Chuffing at you unhappily you lean up to give Bular a kiss. Getting up to leave he growls and grabs you, pulling you towards him. Not saying anything he hides the back of his head behind your neck, rumbling softly as he hides in your hair.
"Bular?" You ask quietly. He huffs pulling you closer. Huffing again he moves his head. He puts it ontop of yours and grumbles softly. "What was that love?" You question confused.
"... I was not this difficult for my father." He repeats and you blink before you let out a chuckle. He whines and you squeeze his hand, showing your being playful and that you still very much love him.
"No I agree." His tail thumps the ground as he purrs happy. Nuzzling you softly you smirk turning to give him a quick kiss before bolting upright. "Gunmar says you were worse." You state running off to find your son before Bular could catch you.
"(Y/N)!" Giggling you go into your sons room smiling softly as he grunts at you. He looked upset and hissed softly but seeing you were out of breath and smiling his tail wagged.
"Really again?" He asks. You nod a big smile on your face and your son huffs knowing you'd just teased dad and won. "My parents are weird." He mumrmers snuggling into his bed furrs. Walking towards your son you give him a forehead kiss and he rumbles happy.
"Yes we are. Dinner will be soon, please be kind to your father." Winking at your son he hums shifting.
"I... I didn't mean what I said." He states suddenly. You nod knowing he hadn't.
"It's okay. We'll talk about it at dinner." Giving your son his privacy you hear Bular huffing and decide to soothe your husband. Your family may act moody and be grumpy on occasions but at least you had each other.
