prompt ; âin the early morning, jj finds comfort in waking up beside his favourite, and only, girl.â
warnings ; mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs/alcoholism, profanity, so much fluff to make up for it tho, jj is canonically a yearner đ
jj maybank
the morning was quiet, almost soft. the sea was slowly rising to wake as the small waves brushed against the banks of the river, boats bobbing calmly to the delicate movements of the water.
sunup rays filtered through the slits of the nets gently as they shun down on the two bodies tangled together between crème coloured sheets. a messy head of hair lay on a bare chest, a leg hiked up and over his midsection and an arm messily, but affectionately, curled onto the left side of his chest. her head raised with every breath he softly inhaled.
his fingers tiredly but lovingly twirled between strands of her hair, tips caressing the fluffiness with carefulness. ocean eyes gazed down to her face, a genuine smile coming easy to rest on his lips. he observed as her own chest was moving, breathing deep and slow as she bathed in the gentleness of her sleep.
he bathed in the peaceful essence of her presence in his arms.
he wasnât one to wake up before her, but when he did, he never once took it for granted. heâd lay and watch her sleep quietly until she would wake up herself.
jj had never had peace in his life, not a single second of silent or loud love, softness and warmth. he had been thrown the crappy end of the stick from life and left to wallow in the darkness of his room while his father would try to find the solutions to his own troubles at the bottom of a bottle or little baggy.
this, however, was his peace.
this was his heaven, his reward for putting up with so much in his life; the death of his mother, the anger of his father, barely scraping by with his little to none wages from crappy little side jobs provided by the kooks.
she was his love, his softness, his warmth.
a warmth he never knew could exist, but did so anyways. he loved her silently as she slept and loudly when she woke, and unapologetically, too.
he loved her like she was heaven sent, and if he were religious, he would drop to his knees and worship every sigh that fell from her lips if sheâd let him.
jj was never one for love, but for the streets.
he was born to bare the fists that bloodied and bruised him, the cuffs that confined him to a life of petty crime just to scrape by, but he didnât care for it anymore.
not when he had her.
no matter how many times pope and john b would ridicule him for being âpussy-whippedâ and âbabiedâ, he didnât care.
heâd take the lashings of his father, the bullying of the kooks, and the cuffs that dug into his wrists when the cops would catch up.
if she wanted him to, he would, unapologetic and happily.
and as he held her, softly, and gently beneath the rising of the sun, he swore heâd shove a gun up fateâs ass and tell them to take it because he refused to give this up.
jj pressed a light kiss to top of her head, arms tightening around her back and elevated knee.
refused to give her up.
this is rushed cos i want some love đŤ and jj is defo a yearner when heâs in love no one can change my mind đ
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Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe mix their DNA (don't think about it too much) and magically create a child. It's a girl, which is great. But to Binghe's great disappointment, she looks just like Binghe. Perfect skin, soft fluffy hair, big brown eyes that flash red, a tiny demon mark on her forehead. No shred of Shizun in her!
SQQ: "What do you expect? You have heavenly demon blood! Your genes probably beat up my genes without even breaking a sweat!"
Binghe: "What are 'genes', Shizun?"
At first, Binghe doesn't know how to feel about having to share Shizun's love. But every time SQQ holds the baby, he looks so soft and beautiful, like he's been blessed by the heavens, and they look so perfect together, that Binghe can't find it in himself to be jealous. Especially when SQQ keeps repeating: "I can't believe how perfect she is. Look, Binghe! She has your eyes! And your nose! She's as beautiful as you!" (SQQ is too overwhelmed by fatherhood hormones to be embarrassed about saying nice things.)
The first time Binghe holds the baby, she looks up at him adoringly. She is tiny, and helpless, and Binghe wraps her in his arms. She is his poor mother's beautiful grandchild. She is Shizun's daughter. Binghe will protect her with his life.
At 8 months old, the girl is a champion crawler. Binghe and SQQ joke about racing her against other babies for money. Physically, she's a lot like other babies, but she already talks in complete sentences.
Father Qingqiu says, "Your father Binghe is the most powerful man in the demon or human realm. He is very special and brave, and you are special because you are his daughter!" He tickles her, and she giggles and repeats, "Special. I'm special."
Father Binghe says, "Your father Shizun is the wisest, kindest, most beautiful man in the world. You must try to be just like him when you grow up. You're already very clever, aren't you?"
She frowns. "But Father Qingqiu said I'm special because I'm just like you."
Father Binghe gets a little teary. "He said that?" Then he shakes his head. "Never mind! Don't listen to Father Shizun. Listen to me!"
She giggles, curly pigtails bobbing. "Okay."
"Okay. Now let's go cook lunch for Father Shizun. He loves our cooking and it keeps him happy and healthy!"
"Happy," she agrees.
Then she says, "Down", because she wants to get to the kitchen by herself. She wants to be powerful like Father Binghe and wise like Father Qingqiu, and she doesn't know how to achieve that yet, but she's pretty sure it involves learning how to walk.
1.2k | G | modern au, falling in love, pure freakin fluff because it felt needed today.
Washed up rock star Eddie looking to reignite meaning into his life decides to buy a run down farm on one hundred acres of land back in Indiana. He finds it some level of hilarious when he finds acreage for sale in Wayne County, calling his Uncle Wayne when the deal is done.
âHell, kid, not sure what yer getting up to with all this,â Â Wayne admonished fondly.
âMidlife crisis, I guess.â Eddie answered back a little too honest and raw.
The next few months are a whirlwind. Corroded Coffin had been on indefinite hiatus for over two years when he made the purchase. Jeff was producing music out in New York, Gareth found his way back to the Midwest and was working in Chicago playing percussion in the goddamn Orchestra, and Freak had stayed in L.A. as a bit of an underground influencer and some nameless DJ in the resurging rave scene.
And Eddie,
He was knee deep in mud and debris as he tried his best to build a chicken coop. The old farmhouse had a decent face lift of it's own that Eddie felt comfortable in, his big splurge was a luxury bathroom with a large tub. The rest of the home was more restored to its original roots than anything else. His phone ringing with a FaceTime from his Uncle, Eddie debated answering and gave in before the call ended.
Wayne took him in and started laughing, âDâya even know how to use those tools, boy? Maybe hire someone to give ya a hand. Old man like me wouldnât be too useful but I know someone.â
Eddie insisted he wanted to do this himself.
âWhat if heâs more of a guide for this? Helps ya through it, someone who knows his way around a toolboxâŚand aâŚjeez kid, you getting chickens?â
Eddie groaned to himself and gives in. Thereâs something equal parts patronizing and comforting when Wayne calls him kid. Eddie was thirty-eight with three Grammy nominees and one win under his belt and clueless.
Two days later had a big forest green pick-up truck coming onto his property, the guy hopping out had sunglasses obscuring his face, but his body was solid and toned in a way that made Eddie ache to be physical. He cleared his throat as he approached.
The guy shoved the sunglasses atop his head, moving the tousled bronze hair off his face and revealing clear amber eyes, a strong jaw, and moles dotted on his skin almost artfully placed. Eddie had never seen cargo pants look sexy on anyone, but this right here? On this manâpornographic.
He nodded in Eddieâs direction, âNice plot of land youâve got here.â
His smile laid back and easy as his eyes landed on Eddie.
Eddie wasnât going to survive this.
Because in the next few weeks Steve was there all the time. In his fitted white tee shirts that got dirtier as the day wore on and his stupid cargo pants, and his teasing insults always starting with âhey rockstarâŚâ
One day Steve showed up with a trailer attached to his truck, âHey man, Iâve got a question for you and I donât mean to put you in a bad spot, you can say no.â
Eddie had never really seen Steve frazzled and today thatâs what he was, hair a mess in no artful way and dark circles smudged under his usually bright eyes.
âWhat can I say no to?â Eddie joked back as he twisted his hair up into a messy bun.
Steveâs eyes tracked the movement, something Eddie had been catching onto, the way Steve sometimes looked at him.
Steve cleared his throat and gathered his thoughts, âSo I do a lot of odd jobs on the farms out here, and uh, unfortunately a few months ago old man Hagan passed and his son was supposed to be taking care of the propertyâŚand well I stopped by yesterday, and heâs just⌠gone. Left the place for I donât know how long and well, Betty just deserves so much better, she was all alone out there, he mustâve sold the horses but poor Bettyââ
Eddie cut him off, âAnd whoâs Betty?â
Steve tugged at hand through his hair, âOh, yes, um right, let me get herâŚâ
Steve opened the door of the trailer as a slightly underfed donkey trotted out. Her muzzle whiskery as she snorted at them she approached, directly to Eddie with a sweet whinnying noise.
âHe just left her?â Eddie asked, already feeling like a sucker, she was adorable.
Steve nodded.
Eddieâs purpose aligned without him knowing.
Betty was the first rescue on what became Hellfire Sanctuary, a ranch dedicated to rehoming abandoned farm animals or giving them a forever place to spend their days. Eddie knew what it was like to be given up, luckily he had Wayne in those years, but he still knew the feeling. The Jennieâs big brown eyes and long lashes tugged at his heartstrings.
Through the build outs and all the property fencing Steve was there.
Navigating a half functioning farm come winter months and Steve was there.
The sign being placed above the opening gate Steve was there.
On Eddieâs worst and best days Steve was there.
The chickens clucked happily in their coop as Eddie tossed the feed in, he used to just be going to bed at five in the morningâŚand now he was feeding animals and humming tunes to himself as he made the morning rounds.
The sun was starting to peek over his property, a golden glow making the dew clinging to grass seem to sparkle like the most precious jewels, he heard the familiar engine of Steveâs truck as it pulled up the path and parked.
Bingo bounded out of his vehicle and over to Eddie, the Blue Heelerâs whole behind wriggled with excitement as he approached, Steveâs smile seemed even more stunning than the sunrise.
Eddie set down the food pail as he gave Bingo some love.
Steve looked over the property, âPerfect morning, what a slice of heaven, huh?â
Eddie stood back up next to Steve, âYeah, didnât know this was what I was missing.â
âIs that right, rockstar?â Steve breathed out.
âI almost have everything a guy could want.â
âAlmost?â Steve whispered between them as the animals fed and stirred, birds chirping, and the sound of the close by river moving lazily.
Eddieâs guts felt twisted on the precipice of the moment, his pinky knocked against Steveâs. His heart jackrabbiting beneath his ribcage as Steve hooked his pinky against Eddieâs.
âIf you want it, itâs yours.â Steve moved his hand to hold Eddieâs properly.
Such an innocent gesture and Eddie had never been so winded in his life.
âIâm yours.â Steve breathed out into the summer morning, sun climbing up, and a property that was because of them.
Eddie turned and looked at Steve, his eyes tracking over the features of Steveâs face. He leaned in and kissed him. Months accumulated into over a year of fixing this place together, of finding it's purpose. Late nights and early mornings, learning how to care for the land and the animals he had taken in.
Love reading your Zeno & Leon ideas, cant wait for the full fic! Their dynamic is so interesting, it can be angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, and everything in between. Also a big fan of it being enemies to friends instead of slash (I'm aroace and like blasting The Character with the friendship beam lol)
Feeding the plot bunnies some fresh kale from my garden!
I headcannon that appart from RCS, Zeno didn't really get sick, but now that he has lost his powers he could. So maybe he gets the flu and freaking out because oh no his body is failing again?? And Leon having to reassure him and feed him soup <3
OR Leon getting sick and Zeno has to somehow figure out how to take care of him. either situation sounds fun (albeit stressful for Zeno but when isn't it for the wet cat)
Did you read my mind? I was rotating this concept around in my brain yesterday. Love, love, love being on the same page!! And TYSM, you're so sweet. đđđ I'm ace and the friendship beam is my favourite weapon for blorbos.
The plot bunnies are nibbling enthusiastically! đĽŹđ𼏠They have become paper shredders. I am also stealing some kale. Love putting kale in my pasta dishes.
Zeno's immune system is SO used to the virus doing all the work for it. There's enough leftovers swimming around for it to nibble on and gain baseline immunity instead of leaving him totally immunocompromised. Plus, there's benefits to being bioengineered instead of born. He has the natural immunity you'd expect out of someone up-to-date on all modern vaccines and every possible advantage in his genotype. But still, it's no T-virus.
He's going to get knocked on his ass by a mild cold. This man has never been sick in his life. Illnesses is something that happens to other people. He starts running a fever and thinks he's dying. He tries to hide it from Leon because he thinks it'll be grounds to dispose of him.
Leon watches Zeno struggling to hide the symptoms of a common cold with fascination and pity. His lies are getting progressively sadder and pathetic. He would call him out on his bullshit immediately but he's been reading self-help books about looking after traumatized children (it's the closest thing he could find) and he thinks it's important to let Zeno make the decision to come to him for help. He doesn't know Zeno's never gotten sick and genuinely thinks this is The End⢠until he's quietly admitting there's something very wrong with him and he doesn't want to die. Cannot emphasise enough that his symptoms are 1) low-grade fever 2) runny nose 3) sniffles.
Leon does his best to explain to him that this is Normal and he's going to be fine. Zeno is extremely doubtful. He refuses to rest until Leon makes it an Official Handler Order. Same goes with getting some hot chicken noodle soup into him. I like to imagine him snuggled on the couch with his weighed blanket and something mild on TV for background noise, trying not to doze off and failing miserably. To the surprise of No One Except One (1) Person (Zeno), he's feeling much better the next day.
Maybe Leon isn't such a bad handler after all.
Alternatively, his weakened immune system after nearly dying to RCS leaves Leon wide open to pick up some kind of nasty secondary infection. He was coughing up an awful lot of blood. You know what loves a warm, wet environment? Pneumonia. Bronchitis. Upper respiratory infection. He develops a cough that could rumble floors. You know what else he is? Stubborn. Stubborn, stubborn old man who won't admit he's sick. Tough guy who scoffs at the idea of cough syrup. Leon S. 'dishes out so much care and concern for others but can't take it when it's directed at him' Kennedy.
Zeno's first act of real disobedience against his handler is to discreetly inform Sherry that he is sick. In his mind, it's better be punished for pulling strings to make Leon recover quickly than it is to risk being passed along to someone worse if his handler is deemed too unwell to perform his duties. He is Nervous but Determined. That rebellious streak does come in handy for powering him through his fear.
His grave air of resignation accidentally scares the hell out of Sherry, who thinks Leon is on death's door or something.
Leon ends up with a hospital appointment he's not happy about. He knows there's only one person who could've snitched. He's sulking the whole way. Zeno accepts his grumpiness with well-meaning but misguided 'there's going to be hell to pay later, but at least he'll be fine' and is SUCH a good boy at playing caretaker for his handler. Takes his role so, so seriously. This is an Important Mission and he will Complete It Properly, even when he thinks the only thing in it for him at the end is punishment. Listening to the doctor. Asking questions. Going through the list of medications with a fine-toothed comb. Memorising all the dosages, timing, and whether they're before or after meals.
Leon keeps up the grumpy front but he's secretly touched Zeno cares so much. Never really had someone who'd do all that for him. Leon's a bastard when he's sick and he knows he is, but Zeno seems to have endless patience for him. He's gentle but persistent. Any doubts Leon has about whether Zeno's happy with this arrangement or just putting up a front are wiped away in the meticulous way his pillows are fluffed, anything he wants is brought to him, sometimes before he even has to ask, and his medications show up with clockwork precision. Acts of service as a language of care, my beloved. Sick old man and his emotional support dog.
When Leon is recovered from his admittedly pretty bad bout of illness, Zeno stands by awaiting the consequences of his disobedience. Leon agrees and takes him out, and he's confused but willing, trusting his handler will settle on a punishment suitable for the crime.
Needless to say, Zeno is very confused as to why Leon thinks being spoiled with several new shiny trinkets for his collection and a nice lunch is a discouraging punishment. Zeno. It's not. He's thanking you, you dense muffin.
Conclusion: handler is still very bad at handling.
it's a good thing Zeno's his first and only charge. someone with less professionalism would absolutely take advantage of this silly man.
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He walks in and wraps his arms around your waist as you stand by the window, quietly watching the raindrops dance on the vibrant green leaves of your garden.
He presses tender kisses along the column of your throat, moving down to your shoulder. His grip on your waist tightens, as if heâs trying to ground himself in your presence.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, lost in the moment as he continues his gentle ministrations. One of his hands slides down to hold your hip, and suddenly, he lifts his head to shower your face with a flurry of soft kisses.
You canât help but giggle at the delightful sensation and playful energy of his actions. When you finally turn to look at your lover, you see him smiling softly at you. You return his smile, and together, you both gaze out the window, basking in the serenity of the moment. The soothing sound of raindrops hitting the rooftop enhances the calmness of the atmosphere.
Wouldn't that be lovely?
(song: "Her Song" from i don't wanna be a magical girl)
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes
Characters: Alex Manes, Michael Guerin
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Animal Transformation, Witches and Familiars, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Shapeshifting, Slice of Life
Series: Part 2 of A Roswell Hexworld AU
Summary:
Now bonded as witch and familiar, Michael and Alex start building their future together.
*Thinks about Ichigo, cold days have started, itâs his day off and heâs living his best fckn lifeâ napping til late on a bed with a thousand covers and a bunch of super soft pillows*
*Thinks of Grimmjow coming in to be an annoying lil streetcat that yowls for attention, leaning in all close, all- âkurosaki- oi, kurosaki- wake up, kurosaki- fight me, kurosakiââ and Ichigoâs too comfortable to do more than crack open an annoyed eye and stare at the little brows set in determination, Grimmâs eyes like a cat with a string.*
*Thinks of Ichigo,,, finding that annoyingly adorable. Peeling off his covers (and trying not to shiver at the onslaught of chill air) and pulling Grimmjow in suddenly. Wrapping an arm and a leg around all the flailing wet-cat-like limbs, and doing his mightiest to purr with his hollow throat. Like Shinji taught him (even though he didnât want to learn at all, at the time).*
*Thinks of Ichigo meeting Grimmjowâs wide eyes with lazily parted warm browns, and smiling in amusement, when the arrancar stops fighting it and his eyes start squinting like a cuddly catâs. Only to eventually squeeze them shut and curl his head into the pillow and stretch all over, before he goes lax in Ichigoâs hold.*
*Thinks of the duet of purrs filling the room, of Grimmjowâs head so burrowed in the sheets barely his mop of blue hair can be seen, and Ichigoâs chin resting atop. Rubbing it and his jaw all over Grimm without truly understanding why, because it feels right.*
*Thinks of Yuzu and Karin barging in suddenly, talking about going out somewhere, only for them to stop suddenly when Karin sees Grimmjow and points and gestures to Yuzu who squints as hard as she can for the semi-transparent blob sleeping next to her brother to take some shape. Both smiling conspiringly at each other, and giggling to themselves as they trot back out and close the door behind them, making sure Isshin knows Ichigoâs otherwise âunavailableâ.*
*Thinks of Ichigo waking an hour or two later, to Grimmjowâs arms wrapped around his ribs and his legs around his hips like a little monkey; flushed from the comfortable heat and hair fluffy and disheveled. Of Ichigo planting a kiss on his forehead before he can talk himself out of it and almost waking Grimm with how hard and fast his heart starts to beat.*
