I would love to see some drider au snuggles and maybe some smooches if you're still taking requests
Rainy days were Robbie’s favorite kind. When it rained Sportacus would usually stay in the den. Robbie would seal the entrance to keep out the water. The patter of rain outside was a pleasant sound, like quiet white noise that canceled out the rest of the world above ground.
Rainy days only got better with the addition of blankets instead of just the mat. The extra bedding made bundling up to wait out the weather a lot more cozy. Sportacus would stay out of his way while the Drider re-situated all the blankets into a perfect nest. It had to be just the right way. Ella helped in her own way, kicking at her blankie with her two front legs, imitating the bigger Drider.
Sportacus took a picture, the light from the camera catching in the reflective eyes of his family. It may have been unsettling to anyone else, but any pictures of the Driders taken with the flash on ended up with a considerable amount of eyeglare.
Once Robbie collapsed into the nest, signifying that his process was done, Sportacus plopped down next to him, leaning back against the side of his mate’s torso. Ella carried her blanket as she wobbled over, nearly tripping as she climbed onto the Elf’s lap. She coiled all of her legs as close to her body as possible and Sportacus took it as a cue to wrap her tightly in her blankie like an adorable spidery burrito.
One arm around their kid and the other around his mate’s waist and Sportacus was fairly certain he was the happiest Elf in the world. After a few seconds Robbie’s hand found Sportacus’s hair, carding absently through the loose curls.
A few minutes more found Robbie turning onto his side, pulling Sportacus down with him and settling the Driderling sleeping warm and safe between them. Since it was a rare thing that the Elf ever truly be eye-level with his mate he gladly took the opportunity to smother him in gentle kisses, happy when Robbie held him closer and reciprocated.
The rain continued for hours, so for hours the family laid there. They were content to stay in the dark, sharing breath and quiet laughter over stories they were both only just drowsy enough to find funnier than they actually were.