Summary: R finds a topic of interest and throws themselves into learning everything about it. Natasha and Wanda like to revel in your own excited ramblings when you get like this.
Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff.
Authors Note: This is so so so short but so so so sweet to makeup for all the angst recently.
Gifs not mine
The couch was a mess. Pages of scribbled notes littered the space. Some were placed gently atop the cushions while others were balled up like yesterdays trash. You, bundled in an oversized hoodie and pajama pants, sat like an island in the middle of a paper ocean.
The volume on your laptop was low, but Natasha could hear the sounds of a calm British narrator. She peeked over the back of the couch, confirming it was another documentary on your newest fixation.
“Have you ever heard of a basking shark?” the question broke a lull in conversation the night prior.
“Aren't they really big?” Natasha asked. Wanda furrowed her brows.
“There are different kinds?” the witch asked. Your eyes lit up and a smile overtook your features. Your words poured out faster and faster as you described something akin to a mythical beast. A mighty gentle giant that only feeds on plankton, but due to one reason or another their numbers were dwindling.
Today, it appears to be thresher sharks that have caught your attention.
“The cartilage in the Thresher Sharks long tail works as an effective hunting device. They are the only type of shark known to use its tail, swinging it in front of itself at a speed that stuns several fish at a time. Like the rest of the shark family, these creatures are covered in small dermal denticles. They are placoid scales that cut through the water surrounding the shark, propelling it faster and more quietly while it swims,” the voice filled the lounge and Natasha smiled as you stretched your arms over your head, letting out a small yawn.
“Maybe it's time to go to bed, love,” Natasha rested her form against the back of the couch, leaning forward to peck your cheek from behind. You let out a small grunt to disagree.
“It's just getting good,” Your voice was heavy with the prospect of sleep and the spy smiled to herself. Rounding the couch, Natasha was wordless as she moved just enough of the scattered pages to sit next to you. Both pairs of eyes focused on the screen in front of them, letting the next hour pass with ease.
A little past 2 am was when Wanda woke up. It had been hours since Natasha promised to drag you up to bed, but now the witch found herself alone. She tugged the blanket over her shoulders, but the warmth there could never compare to being held by on of her partners. With a small huff, Wanda slowly gathered herself to find where the two of you disappeared to. The amount of effort it took to stand felt as if Wanda was raising herself from the dead.
Every light was off expect for the light in the living room. No longer tired, you were back to your adorable self, talking Natasha’s ear off with more facts and things that you felt the narrator oversimplified in his explanations of bamboo sharks. Natasha was also awake, working with a dull pencil to shade in the shark she was drawing. Hers looked more like a random blob on the page while yours was littered with detail and was more anatomically correct. Even the way you shaded it had logic behind it.
“Their colors have purpose. It's like a full body illusion they've adapted to help them survive,” you argued.
“Pretty much all fish have adapted like that,” She pointed out.
“Yeah, but sharks!” you argued right back and Natasha gave a hearty laugh.
Wanda stood in the threshold of the room, watching her two partners argue while they sprawled out on the floor. Natasha was sitting criss-crossed, her torso bent forward and her tongue sticking out slightly as she focused harder on the shading. You, however, were laid out on your stomach, your feet kicked up in the air, swaying back and forth as you uncapped a light blue marker.
Childish. Cute.
Wanda wrapped her arms around herself to retain heat while she made her way to sit with the two of you. There was no way she could convince both of you to get to bed while you were this awake. Not that she’d want to anyway... It wasn't often that your hyperfixations took over you so completely for so long, but she liked when you found anything that compelling.
It always made the world feel a little lighter. Wanda didn't want to go back to sleep anymore. Like Natasha, she wanted to hear the excitement in your voice again.
they are so high energy sometimes that the clergy has to buy a playground in the courtyard, extending to the lake a bit for the water ghouls
imagine a newcomer getting a tour of the abbey and seeing this giant, slightly bigger than adult sized playground/waterpark mix, and then seeing giant, slightly bigger than human adults, demon creatures, all around said playground, say… dew on the monkey bars, rain doing water slides, cumulus and swiss on the merry go rounds, mountain on one side and phantom and sunshine (and maybe aurora too) on the other side of a seesaw, and maybe omega on a spring rider (i had to google what its called), ifrit and cirrus chilling on the swings chatting, etcetc
and then beside it, a much tinier, actual kid sized playground, for actual children and ghoul kids
id be confused af if im that newcomer 😂 and maybe get the urge to join in on the playground
You can't tell me that the abbey children don't filter over to the larger-sized playground as well and play with the ghouls. They like to find little flowers and rocks to go show Cirrus and Ifrit, and sometimes they ask the ghouls to push them on the swings. Some go over to Swiss and ask him to spin them around and he has to be careful not to spin to fast because they are, after all, still kids lol.
bad. terrible. horrid. he says he’s not gonna go for the milk, and then he finishes like the first round and goes straight for it. he sticks around til the end just bc he’s stubborn and because “my sister said i wouldn’t be able to do it so 🖕🏼😜🖕🏼 suck it bella” but he’s red in the face and his nose is running and he’s breathing through his mouth
the dad!billy knight thoughts are raging on strongly tonight, my friends.
just imagine how soft and low and deep his voice would get when he reads his baby girl to sleep each night… it sounds just like his morning voice, but quieter and less mumble-y. he’s hushed, but he’s not murmuring, his pronunciations of the words on the page still just as crisp as they would be if he was reading to his daughter in the daytime, but his tone is intentionally softer, quieter, in the hopes that’ll encourage his little angel to get sleepier and sleepier with every word he reads.
billy’s in a pair of plaid pajama pants that you bought him for his birthday, they’re in his favourite shade of green, and he’s not wearing a shirt; he never does at bedtime, it wouldn’t make sense to, he’d just take it off anyways before climbing into bed. he’s sitting in the rocking chair in your daughter’s room, with her snuggled up in his lap. billy has one arm wrapped around her, keeping her in his lap, and the other extended out, holding the book out in front of both of them. her soft hair is splayed out across the pale, freckled skin of his torso as she rests her head on his chest so that she can look down at the book he’s holding out in front of her, so that she can look at the pictures whilst he reads the words aloud to her. with the way he’s sitting, he can’t see how her eyelids droop sleepily, fighting against the urge to flutter closed as he gently rocks the two of them back and forth in the chair, but you can… and god, the sight of it is enough to make you melt. he’s such a good father to her, he always has been. in your eyes, he’s the best father a parent could ever hope for their child to have. he’s not perfect, no one is, but he tries his best, he’s very dedicated, and he loves her so much, and, really, that’s just about all you can ask for.
billy’s been rocking her in this chair every night before bed since she was an infant. back then, he used to sing her a lullaby and gently rock her to soeep after she’d finished a warm bottle and, of course, after she’d been properly burped as well. now, he reads her a story and gently rocks her after she’s finished a glass of warm milk and, of course, after she’s brushed her teeth as well. even at three years old, being rocked in that chair by her papa still makes it impossible for her to fight off sleep (the way she surely would if he weren’t rocking her to sleep and reading to her softly).
once she’s fallen fast asleep in her dad’s lap, and the story is over, billy closes the book and softly sets it aside before rising out of the chair with her cradled in his arms (or as cradled as she can be at nearly 93 centimeters), careful not to jostle her too much as he gets up. just as carefully and gently, he walks over towards her toddler bed (which she adorably refers to as her ‘big girl bed’), and eases her onto the bed. he tucks his baby girl in and plants a warm, loving kiss on her tiny little forehead before beckoning you over to do the same.
the two of you turn off the lights and head to your own room, where you’ll stay up and chat for a bit, maybe read books of your own, before eventually succumbing to your mutual sleepiness, kissing each other goodnight, snuggling up, and going to sleep much like your sweet angel already has.
Been talking with a friend about our comics and after finishing reading their story I thought it would be rather cute if our two characters happened to meet! 🖤
Bex belongs to the amazing @rainbillcipher
And if you guys wanna read their comic Variant, I absolutely recommend it! Link here !