“Fuck, Michael. I knew you were wrapped up in some criminal shit, but I didn’t think…” Alex started to say, running his fingers through his hair agitatedly.
“Wait, are you saying Flint and Greg are your brothers? I didn’t know that there was… I mean, he never said anything about you.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve worked very hard to separate my life from theirs, though clearly it hasn’t worked out as well as I thought,” Alex said icily. Michael started to pull his pants back on. He was getting the sense he was about to be kicked out soon.
Alex sighed and reached out his hand to hold on to the waist of Michael’s still unbuttoned jeans, to stop him from going. “My whole family is tied up in this, and I’ve spent my entire life trying to get away from all that. Clay getting killed was kind of the last straw for me. My dad’s been trying for years to get me to join, I think I might have one good year left, if even that, before he forces my hand somehow.”
“I’m sorry,” Michael said.
He’d told himself that family just lies and hurts and leaves, but deep down he’d wanted it anyway, something like family, so when Jim Valenti, head of the Scorpion crime syndicate, took him under his wing, he didn’t resist.
That was when he’d met Jesse—ruthless, power-hungry, and intent on leading the organization by any means necessary, even if that meant taking the reins from Jim by force. Michael himself had no such ambitions, and Jesse wouldn’t have had it any other way. Though Jesse was at least twenty years Michael’s senior, they were partners. The organizational structure was based on skill, not age, and Michael was preternaturally good at fighting, where his always-simmering anger at the state of the universe was fuel, not a debilitation. And of course, there was the whole moving-shit-with-his-mind thing, which he saved for emergencies because it was never worth the explanation.
When Jesse complained about Jim’s leadership, about how he was spineless when it counted, it was Michael who talked him down. Michael didn’t care about power, only the brotherhood, which just made Jim all the more ready to name him as successor one day. Michael’s dedication to just belonging somewhere was just as well because there was only one way out of the organization, and he’d never thought about leaving anyway. Before, at least.
Alex has a rule for one night stands: they never stay the night.
This sweet AU gives us an Alex who never lets someone stay the night because he’s afraid his trauma will send them running. @gra-sonas keeps things light and fluffy, however, showing how safe Alex feels with Michael, even though they’ve only just met. It’s delightful to see Michael and Alex so instantly smitten with and caring toward each other.
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Want to read more of my WIP post from yesterday? Great news! It’s on AO3 and you should definitely read my soft punk boys painted nails story. Cause it’s cute and fluffy and everything we all need.
Story Summary: “I miss my painted nails. Turns out, it’s not only hard to do with your non-dominant hand, but also when half your hand is in a cast.”
-- Alex wants to paint his nails. Alex has a broken wrist. Michael offers to help.
Two weeks have passed since Alex broke things off at the drive in. When Michael sees him and Kyle together, it pushes him to try and make things right between him and Alex. But Alex has years of abuse and suffering to overcome before he can let himself truly be loved by Michael.
Ink Marks The Spot
Michael is dramatic. Alex soothes him.
Intergalactic Pen Pals
Six months after Alex leaves for Basic without so much as a goodbye, Michael gets a text. What happens next leads to a decade of mixed communication between two emotionally stunted men.
He doesn’t so much see Alex approach as hear him, feel him. The careful, deliberately even steps, punctuated by the sharp strike of the crutch against the ground. The way the air around them seems to charge, sparking electricity, the current snapping between them before either even says a word.
Michael bites his lip and folds his arms across his chest, willing his traitorous heart to stop beating so hard. Alex has been clear about his feelings — or, more accurately, his lack thereof. He doesn’t want this to continue. So he shouldn’t be here.
“Careful not to come too close,” Michael drawls. “My bad reputation might start to rub off on you.”
Alex is finally taking shape against the night, dressed in a blue plaid shirt and dark jeans, his hair an artful mess. “That’s not the part of you I was hoping to rub off on.”
Goodbye, My Love
Alex shows up at Michael's trailer after he's been hurt by his father. Michael comforts him. Heartbreaking ending.
As We Sink Into The Open Sea
A ringing silence— then an uproar of screams and cries and people; there is running and chaos and lights and Alex is still staring at Michael and Michael is still staring back.
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Isabel Evans/Gregory Manes, Isabel Evans & Alex Manes
Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Kyle Valenti, Gregory Manes, Isabel Evans, Maria DeLuca, Liz Ortecho, Max Evans, Rosa Ortecho, Flint Manes, Michelle Valenti
Additional Tags: alien baby, Medical Inaccuracies, Mutual Pining, Unhealthy Relationships, Angst with a Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, Family Fluff, Anti Miluca, Not Maria DeLuca Friendly, Gaslighting, alien experiments, Lies, Manipulation, Dead Jesse Manes, Jesse Manes is His Own Warning
Alex and Kyle find an alien baby in an abandoned military facility. They work to find out who the baby belongs to and how to keep them safe.
My hopes for this season after learning about Maria's visions are that Alex is in danger and once they figure out he is the one Maria is having visions of they rush to save him. In the finale something big will happen and then Michael will be there to save him and that will show each other how much they care and they will get back together...... If they aren't already.
I'm glad we are getting more Michael and Kyle friendship but I also want more Alex and Kyle friendship as well. Also it feels like Tyler is never on set because we never hear about him being on set and all the behind the scenes stuff that comes out with the cast never has Tyler in it. I think he was maybe in 2 behind the scenes with the cast this season. 💔
I’ve been sitting on a completed story for ages and haven’t posted it because it’s an angsty Lost Decade story and I need some fluff in my life. So here’s a clip of the latest chapter of my (very fluffy) Painted Nails story (which you can read here on AO3).
Title: Nail Art
Michael dropped what appeared to be a sheet of stickers on top of Alex’s keyboard. And on top of Alex’s hands which were using said keyboard.
“Look what I found,” he said excitedly.
Alex brushed the sheet aside. “I’m working Guerin,” he said. He didn’t need to look up to know that Michael was pouting. His pout was an art form that he had perfected over the years. Ninety-eight percent guarantee that it would make anyone cave. Alex was the only one who could fall into the two percent.
“Please?” Michael asked.
“Fine,” Alex sighed. He finished the line he was typing and finally picked up the sticker sheet to look at it. He then looked over to Michael and raised an eyebrow. “You found nail stickers?” he asked. “Of stars?”
Michael broke from his pout into a grin. “Yes! Aren’t they cute? You just stick them on your nail and then they come off like regular nail polish.”
Bit more of Alex running. I don't really know what this is yet but hopefully all my disjointed bits will come together into something. Like when you're baking and you have to beat something into submission to turn it into a dough/batter. All I know is that it's called 'I'm just like my mother, we both love to run' and even that could change at any moment.
When his mom leaves, he chases the car all the way to the end of the street and around the corner, choking on the dust kicked up in its wake. No one calls him back. As his mom falls off the horizon, he drops down by the side of the road and waits there until it starts to get dark, just in case she decides to turn around. When he finally picks himself up and heads back home, feet dragging in the dirt, Gregory is waiting for him on the porch, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as he leads him inside.
"You ran really fast," Greg says, praise in his voice, and Alex turns his face up to look at his big brother for just a second to drink it in, "I bet you could beat me."
"Wasn't fast enough," he shrugs, dislodging Greg's arm.
Every day for two weeks, he runs to the end of the road to wait, to see if she comes back. Flint and Clay both say she's gone for good and Alex knows, in his heart, that they're right. He still runs, every day, because he feels a bit better when he stops, even though he never finds Mom there. His chest rises and falls fiercely, his legs ache and his face turns red, but the knot in his tummy feels a little looser.