It's time for the Thanktival Bang prompt event on Tumblr~! I won't be filling every prompt, and not every prompt I do fill will be a fic, but what I do write will go here! It'll mostly be Gabrian (Gabriel/Ian from Bill) or Jemima Bone (Humphrey adopting Jemima from Ghosts). I do have a multichap Gabrian fic (Never Did Run Smooth) and a Jemima Bone one-shot collection (You Find New Family) currently going that might give a bit more context to these ficlets but they're not absolutely necessary to read as well
Check the #thanktival tag on my Tumblr (unusual-ly) to see my non-fic stuff for the month, and look up #thanktival bang 2021 to see what everyone else is posting~!
Fandom: Bill (Gabrian)
Day 2 prompt: Domestic
"I thought you were getting ready for bed?"
Gabriel blinked and looked up from the script in front of her to see Ian in his nightshirt, "I am." She gestured at her own nightgown and went back to reading.
"Put the script down, love. Come to bed."
"In a moment. I need to be ready for tomorrow, just one more readthrough."
Ian sighed, placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing soothing circles, "You've been ready for weeks. You need to be well rested for opening, you'll be no good to Bill like this."
She closed her eyes and hummed blissfully under his touch, then tipped her head back against him, "I won't be much longer. I promise. Go lay down, I'll join you soon enough."
"You'll join me now."
Gabriel shot him a teasing smirk, "So eager?"
He rolled his eyes. She made those kinds of jokes when she was tired, it was her attempt to prove she was wide awake but it was quickly foiled as a yawn escaped her. She covered her mouth and turned back to the script.
"Do you want to be yawning all the way through your big monologue?"
He just had to say the word and she yawned again. Halfway through it, she clamped her mouth shut and pouted up at him, her brows knotted together in mock offense, "Would you not be satisfied with my performance if I did?"
"Well, 'course I would be. But I just love seeing you onstage regardless," he said with a shrug, "I can't say the same for the rest of the audience, though."
Gabriel huffed and slumped her shoulders, "You can be so cruel sometimes, mi amor."
"You'll have time to go over it again tomorrow. Come on, give it here," Ian gently prised the script out of her hands, set it down and picked up her comb. She surrendered and closed her eyes as he went about combing her hair for her.
After a few seconds, she opened them again and idly twirled a lock of hair that hung over her forehead, then pulled it taut to see how long it had grown – it reached just past her shoulder, now. She smiled to herself and let it spring back into its curl. She caught sight of Ian in the mirror, also smiling, and their eyes met. He put down the comb and took her hand.
Now under the covers, Ian pulled Gabriel to his chest and stroked a hand through her hair, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. When he pulled away slightly, she leaned forwards to peck his lips, then she simply lay there, her eyes fixed on him. He stared back at her.
"If you go to sleep now, tomorrow will only come faster."
Gabriel nestled closer into his chest, "I would rather enjoy this for a while, first. I'll sleep when I sleep."