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.
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Mulder, Scully and William are visiting Bill Jr. and Tara in California. Tara makes them all a cocktail Mulder's never had before. Misunderstandings ensue.
(Wrote this drunk after drinking a kosher michelada for the first time in 8 years. My, how I missed them. Part of my "Mulder hates shellfish and that's the only mitzvah he observes" HC)
“Can I make you a drink, Mulder?”
Mulder smiled at Tara. Bill Jr. and Scully were out in the garden and all three Scully children (Matthew, William, and Tara and Bill Jr.’s new baby, Melissa) were fast asleep for their afternoon nap. A California summer vacation was just what Will, just over a year old, had been needing. Not to mention, it was a welcome change of pace for his mom and dad.
“That’d be lovely.”
“If you wanna hang out outside with Bill and Dana, I’ll bring you one.”
A few minutes later Tara came out with a trey of reddish brown drinks, handing Mulder one.
“Yum!” Said Bill Jr. “I love red beer.”
“Red beer?” Laughed Tara. “You know they’re called micheladas.”
Mulder took a long pull of his, and found the combination of tomato juice and beer strangely compelling. There was just the slightest tinge of something sour underneath it that made it all the tastier.
“This is delicious, Tara,” said Scully, while Mulder agreed.
“What’s Clamato?” Asked Mulder, taking another big drink.
“Tomato juice mixed with clam broth.”
Mulder struggled to keep his mouth shut, forcing his throat to keep swallowing the giant mouthful of clam juice he had on board.
“Oh no,” whispered Scully.
“It’s okay,” said Mulder upon swallowing, trying to keep the panic out of his voice.
“What’s wrong?” Asked Tara, looking back and forth between Mulder and Scully in alarm.
“Mulder… doesn’t do shellfish.”
“Oh my god! Is he allergic?” Asked Bill Jr., shockingly concerned about the welfare of his much hated brother-in-law.
“No. Just Jewish,” said Scully, almost apologetically.
“We don’t eat…. shellfish…” said Mulder, fighting to push the image of creepy crawly sea bugs squirming around in his stomach to the side so he didn’t throw up in the rose bushes.
“But, Mulder,” scoffed Bill Jr. “You had a BLT for lunch!”
Scully elbowed him.
“That doesn’t mean I eat shellfish!”
“What are you supposed to do when you eat shellfish, Mulder?”
“I don’t know. It hasn’t happened before! I think I need to go to the bathroom.”
In the piece and quiet of the bathroom, Mulder gathered himself, putting a cloth to the back of his neck and hearing Scully reassure her family that he wasn’t going to die and that misunderstandings like this happened all the time.
He chuckled a little at the luck he had in knowing her.
prompt ; “in the early morning, jj finds comfort in waking up beside his favourite, and only, girl.”
warnings ; mentions of abuse, mentions of drugs/alcoholism, profanity, so much fluff to make up for it tho, jj is canonically a yearner 👆
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 wasn’t one to wake up before her, but when he did, he never once took it for granted. he’d 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 she’d 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 didn’t care for it anymore.
not when he had her.
no matter how many times pope and john b would ridicule him for being ‘pussy-whipped’ and ‘babied’, he didn’t care.
he’d 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 he’d shove a gun up fate’s 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 😫 and jj is defo a yearner when he’s in love no one can change my mind 🙌
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.
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*Thinks about Ichigo, cold days have started, it’s his day off and he’s living his best fckn life— 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- ‘kurosaki- oi, kurosaki- wake up, kurosaki- fight me, kurosaki—‘ and Ichigo’s too comfortable to do more than crack open an annoyed eye and stare at the little brows set in determination, Grimm’s 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 didn’t want to learn at all, at the time).*
*Thinks of Ichigo meeting Grimmjow’s 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 cat’s. Only to eventually squeeze them shut and curl his head into the pillow and stretch all over, before he goes lax in Ichigo’s hold.*
*Thinks of the duet of purrs filling the room, of Grimmjow’s head so burrowed in the sheets barely his mop of blue hair can be seen, and Ichigo’s 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 Ichigo’s otherwise ‘unavailable’.*
*Thinks of Ichigo waking an hour or two later, to Grimmjow’s 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.*
It’s me, once again. I just couldn’t stop thinking about your fic!
As a reserved person, Aemond, is screaming (not literally) for some attention — affection — even, he may put up a cold front but from what we’ve seen his family barely acknowledges him (besides his mother, but she was never one to show affection) he’d long for it and once he found that significant other, even if he doesn’t know how to actually show affection, he’d try his best ‘cause he definitely doesn’t want to live his parents life, he’d never want to follow that pattern. You definitely are bringing well deserved happiness to him in such a delicate way. It’s so tender. Absolutely beautiful.
I'm not sure if I should continue to write something for this, but you absolutely melted my heart with this^
So I put a gif of Aemond smiling, for you.
I'm going to screenshot this and read this forever.
Thank you.
And if you ever have any idea for him or anyone else from HOTD/ASOIAF, hit me up and I'll do similar things for them, any time 💖
