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bekkachaos · 2 years

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56 for malex

56. “Just marry me already.”

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Alex had been back for what felt like a long time, in actuality, it was probably only a matter of weeks. Michael was insistent on remaining by his side for as much time as possible, and when he couldn't be, he was insessant with the text messages.

"Michael you know this is getting out of hand now," Alex said, closing the door to his car as he walked up the path to the front door Michael was holding open for him.

He had been at Deep Sky for a few hours and had messaged to let Michael know when he arrived, when he took a break, when he was getting into his car to come home, and he wondered it Michael had rigged up a new security system alert or if he was simply waiting by the window until he saw the headlights coming up the drive.

He had to admit, it was nice to know Michael was thinking about him, but it was bordering on paranoia.

"What's so wrong about meeting you at the door when you come home to me?" he shrugged.

Alex shook his head as he walked over, the moment he was close enough Michael had his hands slipped around his waist and his grinning lips leaning in to kiss him. Alex laughed, putting a hand to Michael's stubbled cheek before pulling himself back, brushing the unruly curls away from his face, but they just fell back over his brow.

"You're starting to worry a little too much," he said, kissing him once more on the cheek before contiuing through the door.

"Maybe that's because one of us has a bit of a thing for getting himself in trouble," Michael said, and Alex stopped to turn back with an eyebrow raised high. "Of the kidnapping variety, I mean."

"Maybe that's because one of us is of the alien variety," he teased.

"You're the one who fell for me," he said.

"Well stop making it so easy," Alex grinned, looking over his shoulder at him.

"Didn't think I was," he said. "Alien drama and all."

"Would you like me to tell you it would be easier if I had a nice, normal, human boyfriend?"

Michael scoffed loudly.

"Hey, you're not getting out if this that easy," Michael said. "I don't plan on losing you again, in any way. Death himself can come knocking and I'll tell him exactly where he can stick it. Besides, normal's not going to be enough for you after me."

"You think so?" he said, turning away from him again.

"Face it, you're stuck with me now, for better or worse."

"Wow Michael, why don't you just marry me already?" Alex chuckled as he tossed his bag down onto the table.

Michael didn't have a quick retort for that, instead there was just silence behind Alex.

He sighed, knowing how skittish Michael can get when it comes to committment. He turned to tell him to relax, that it was just a joke and not to freak out, but Michael was giving him a soft look, his big doe-eyes shining under the low light.

The words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

"I can do that," he said gently.

Alex opened his mouth but the words were gone completely, it was like he forgot to do everything but breathe.

"Michael," he finally managed. "I wasn't -"

"I know," he said as he took a tentative step forward. "But now I am."

He reached out to take Alex's hand in his, a smile creeping up the side of his mouth.

"I meant it, there's nothing that I'm going to let between us anymore," he said. "So, why don't I just marry you already?"

His smile turned into a grin, and Alex took in a deep breath, exhaling with an incredulous laugh.

"You're crazy," he said with a smile.

"Only when it comes to you," he said pulling him in closer. "You make me crazy, but you're the only one who really makes me feel sane."

"Are you really asking?" Alex said softly.

Michael pulled Alex's hands around his waist, letting them go so he could cup his cheeks in his hand.

"Technically," he said as he gazed at him adoringly. "You asked first."

Alex rolled his eyes.

"Of course you would-"

He was cut off as Michael's lips crashed into his, hard and soft at the same time, finding a way to rob him of all the words yet again.

"Unless you didn't mean it," Michael teased against him, mumbling the words through their shared breath.

"Michael?" he said, eyes already closed as he kissed the lips he knew by heart. "Just say you'll marry me, then stop talking."

"I'll marry you, Alex," he murmured, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "As if I've ever wanted anything else."

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manesalex · 2 years

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if you take fic requests i was wondering if you could do malex fic that involves the long hot shower either before or after everything happens

Thank you for the request, Nonnie!

Warnings for ridiculously romantic smut. Also available on ao3.

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Alex has just finished washing and rinsing his hair when he hears the bathroom door open.

“Mind if I join you? Conserve some water?” Michael asks, tone flirtatious, expression heated. He’s not wearing a stitch of clothing and Alex can’t help but blush as his eyes wander over every inch of bare skin.

Alex wants to say yes, wants Michael to take him apart yet again, but instead he says, “I don’t want to be late.” He’s a new member of Michael’s family, officially, anyway, and he doesn’t want to make a bad impression. Especially when it’s a pre-honeymoon going away party that Isobel planned for him and Michael.

“Pretty sure Isobel expects us to be late,” Michael replies easily. “Knowing her, she’s counting on it.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “But, if it’s that important to you, we can always wait until we get to the hotel tonight.” His grin after he says it is positively evil.

Alex laughs, “As long as you’re sure your family won’t mind, Guerin.”

“Isobel is probably having the same conversation with Kyle right now,” Michael says, with a look of disgust on his face. But then it’s gone and the flirtatious expression is back, “And you’re gonna have to stop calling me that, Alex Guerin.”

Alex’s smile only grows in response to that reminder. He still can’t quite believe it. He’s married to the man he’s loved since he was seventeen years old.

He reaches out with his free hand, the one not holding onto the grab bar, and grabs Michael’s hand, tugging him towards him.

It’s only a moment before Michael’s mouth is on his, hot and insistent and perfect.

Michael presses him against the wall, hands wandering, exploring Alex’s body like he doesn’t already know it by heart, like they haven’t had more than a decade, on and off anyway, of this. And that always amazes Alex, the way Michael touches him, kisses him, like he’ll never be able to get enough of him. Alex feels the same way about Michael. He is so lucky to get to spend the rest of his life with this man.

Alex pulls Michael even closer, wrapping his free arm around him, letting out a moan when one of Michael’s hands skims against one of his nipples.

Michael’s lips leave his mouth, moving along his jaw, towards his neck and it’s all Alex can do to keep his balance and keep ahold of the grab bar. Michael’s hands are hot and just on the right side of rough when he touches him. And then suddenly Michael is guiding him to turn, to face the front of the shower, away from Michael.

He can hear the popping sound of the lid of a bottle and then Michael asks, “This okay?” Michael’s fingers just brush Alex’s hole, waiting for permission. Alex almost wants to laugh because Michael fucked him senseless just last night, but he’s also overwhelmed with his love for this man. This man who cares to check in with him, even when he knows what the answer is going to be. This man who fought for him even when it seemed hopeless, who wouldn’t give up on this future they both dreamed of. Alex is well aware of how lucky he is to have this, to finally be Michael’s husband.

“Please,” Alex replies, his voice rough. He can feel Michael’s lips against the back of his neck, the way they shape into a grin before he slides one lube-coated finger in slowly, carefully.

Alex presses back against his hand, trying to take more, faster. And he can hear Michael’s low, rough laugh, but he gives Alex what he wants, sliding his finger out before pressing it back in, joined by a second.

Michael teases him for a moment, brushing his fingers against Alex’s prostate. And Alex’s leg shakes with the effort of holding still, holding him up, but then he can feel something holding him in place. Michael’s powers, helping him keep his balance.

“Ready?” Michael asks moments later.

Alex just nods, letting out a little whine when Michael’s fingers leave him. But then there’s the pressure of Michael’s dick, that familiar, wonderful feeling of Michael pressing into him, bit by bit, until he feels like he’s both filled by and surrounded by Michael.

Alex rests his head next to his left hand, pressed against the wall in front of him, the cool tile a perfect contrast to the heat of Michael moving behind him, moving in him.

Michael’s left hand reaches for his and Alex can’t help but stare at the ring on Michael’s finger, a reminder of the vows they made to each other, the promise Michael made to him. The fact that, even after every awful thing they’ve been through, every way they’ve hurt each other, they’re here. They’re going to have this for the rest of their lives.

Michael’s fingers tangle with his, lifting and guiding his hand toward Alex’s cock, the both of their hands wrapping around his length, Michael setting the pace, matching it to the pace of his hips, hitting Alex’s prostate with each thrust.

“Fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” Michael’s voice sounds awed. Alex wants to argue, wants to say that, no, Michael is, but he’s too overwhelmed by Michael’s touch to speak, to do more than let out needy little moans and whimpers.

And then he’s coming and Michael is holding him through it, both with his arms and his powers, keeping his leg from giving out under him, keeping him safe. Moments later, Michael is joining him, mouth pressed against Alex’s shoulder, muffling a shout.

Afterwards, Michael helps guide him back to his shower chair. They both help each other get clean, hands wandering, not needing an excuse to touch each other the way they want. They interrupt each other over and over again with gentle, joyful kisses, neither one of them able to stop grinning at each other, even laughing with joy at times, only stopping to get out of the shower and dry off when the water runs cold.

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kmr2268 · 1 year

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Quick Glance Into Malex's Future

Forrest took a deep breath as he looked down the familiar block. It was just over three years since he had last been back in Roswell. —It had been a good few years but returning he had been hit anew with how much he had missed having Alex Manes in his life and suddenly, there was Alex loading bags into the back seat of his car. It had to be a sign.

“Hey Manes” Alex didn’t turn so Forrest dashed down the block and tapped his shoulder “Alex”

Alex turned to face him and smiled “Forrest—how’ve you been?”

”Good—would you have time to grab a cup of coffee and catch up?”

There it was—Alex’s face softened and his eyes were filled with so much love—everything Forrest ever hoped to see so it took a split second for him to realize Alex wasn’t looking at him. He was looking over his shoulder — passed him.

Forrest turned part way to follow Alex’s gaze to see a tall man with a black cowboy hat. The man was walking slowly while he carefully balanced a tray with two coffees in his right hand and tilted down to the left to hold the hand of a toddling little girl proudly carrying a Crashdown bag.

As they got closer, Alex bent down with his arms opened wide. The cowboy let go and the little girl excitedly held the bag out as she ran forward “Papa dough”, she cried.

Alex scooped her up and laughing met the cowboy’s eyes “I thought Daddy wasn’t going to get doughnuts”

He smiled. “It wasn’t me—this one” he affectionally ruffled the little girl’s hair “has Arturo wrapped around her little finger—she looks at him, smiles and doughnuts appear”

Alex smiled tenderly—“Well she does have your smile”

Michael met his smile and gently caressed his shoulder “I always thought it was because she has your eyes.”

The scene was so intimate it hit Forrest like a gut punch. He managed to steady himself with a “Hey Guerin”

Alex turned slightly as he suddenly remembered Forrest and Michael nodded but before he could answer the little girl chimed in “Dats us”

Alex smiled, “That’s right my smart girl that’s our family. Can you tell our friend Mr. Forrest your name?” “

“I Nowa Alexandwa Guwin”

Forrest felt the last vestages of his hopes slip away—“How old are you?” She raises two fingers.

“Two wow— you’re a big girl.” Forrest turned to Alex, “I can’t believe your a father, it seems…

“Go see brudder. Share Doughs” Cried the little girl to her dads.

Michael laughed as took the squirming toddler. “Aunt Bonnie will probably love a donut . To Alex he said, “I’ll get Nora into the car — they are going to be waiting for us.”

Forrest looked at Alex - “Brother?”

“Our son is due in a week or so — we are on the way to a doctor’s appointment to see a sonogram but I would like to catch up. Why not come by the house — we’re always there these days.”

“I’ll see — It’s good to see you Manes.”

Alex smiled — “Actually, it’s Guerin, now.”

Forrest stood watching as the family pulled away. Alex Manes really was gone…

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gaymasonjar · 1 year

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Will You Meet Me In The Middle? Part 11

Preview of Chapter 11: Through Your Eyes

“So, he’s not sleeping and yet you’re letting him go to work”, Isobel repeated back to her brother. The blond was perched on top of one of the many boxes in the living room. All of the furniture they ordered was still packed away in the boxes. Isobel was wearing one of Kyle’s university tshirts over a bright pink sports bra and black leggings that were dusty from work.

Michael let out a sigh and set his hands on his hips, “Look- he’s sleeping a bit better since going back. But yea, sleep isn’t easy lately. It’s not his fault.”

“PTSD is no joke”, Kyle agreed as he wiped drywall dust off the wall he finished screwing into place, dust covering the front of his old band tshirt and old jeans. “He came home originally with a pretty strict medication regime. I think he was also supposed to be going to meetings but I don’t know if he ever did. And while he was dealing with the radiation and acute poisoning after- he didn’t have any of his medications for a long time. Not until you both came back from your honeymoon anyway.”

“He never really talked about it when he first came back from the states”, Michael shrugged subtly while wiping his sweaty hands against the back of his jeans. “But we weren’t on the best terms. I know he’s back on some stuff, but I couldn’t tell you if he’s missing anything.”

Isobel raised an eyebrow as she crossed her legs from her perch. “You haven’t asked him?”

“I don’t like to pressure him to talk. Trauma sucks. And I can feel how it is…He’s scared of it. That kind of fear is paralyzing. He’ll talk about it when he’s ready to.”

“And between you and him? You guys have enough trauma for multiple lifetimes.”

“Thanks.” He rolled his eyes pointedly and Isobel merely shrugged.

Michael helped Kyle lift up the next piece of drywall, leaning against it to keep it in place. Kyle expertly started to screw it into place. With the extra help, they were putting up the final pieces of drywall. The place was about ready for paint and flooring. Isobel had way too many large boxes shipped to the house with everything they were going to need for the last touches of the renovation.

“And what about you”, Kyle glanced at Michael as he picked up another screw from his belt pouch. “Are you having nightmares?”

“No”, he replied too quickly before pursing his lips. “Well, maybe like once or twice this month. But it’s not that bad. It’s just kinda weird to adjust to the peace.”

“I know what you mean”, the blond muttered as she picked at her thumbnail.

“Maybe something is triggering Alex”, Kyle continued on with his thought. “You would know the best out of all of us.”

“Lately, it’s been sounds. Like he’s associating it with a previous event.”

“That’s pretty common.”

“Any tips on how to help him?”

“I’m not a therapist”, Kyle wiped away more dust with his hand and moved on to the next spot. “But I have taken basic psychology. The supportive stuff you do for him now? That is the best you can do.”

“I don’t feel like that is enough.”

“And that’s ok. You’re his husband, not his therapist. Really the only recommendation I could give is going back to therapy or finding a support group. There are plenty out there for veterans. I know a few guys that I could recommend.”

Michael raised his brows at the thought. It wasn’t a bad idea. Personally, Michael wasn’t a huge fan of going to therapy himself. No one ever really understood what he went through between being a foster kid and an alien that covered up a murder. But when he talked with Dallas, the man of the cloth had understood. He had gone through the foster system himself. It was honestly nice to be around him. Michael missed him.

If Alex could connect with other veterans, it was likely that he could find some comfort as well. Serving in the military was traumatizing enough. Alex only did it because of his abusive father and it cost him a leg.

“I’ll talk to him about it.”

“Good. You both look like zombies with the lack of sleep you’re getting”, Isobel commented as she pushed herself off the counter. “I’m going to start priming the walls while you two install the windows.”

Isobel pressed a brief kiss to Kyle’s cheek before heading out of the kitchen. Michael gave the man a simple look. Kyle cleared his throat as he fought the blush trying to appear on his cheeks. It made Michael smirk. He patted Valenti on the back before they headed out to unpack some of the windows.

“So, you and my sister. How has that been?”

“Well, it’s nice. She’s nice. I feel relaxed and cared for when I’m around her.”

Michael nodded slowly, “I wasn’t going to judge you if you said she was a handful because I know she can be.”

Kyle smirked and breathed out a laugh, “Yea, well, we all have our quirks. I’m dating a badass alien warrior. Everything else is a plus.”

“Man, you are whipped.”

“Says the guy who pinned over the same emo kid for over ten years.”

Michael pointed at him, “I never said I wasn’t.”

They both laughed. Each picked up the ends of a large window and headed through the front door to install it in the living room. The living room and upstairs common room both had ceiling-to-floor windows. Despite the giant sizing, they were fairly simple to install. They slid right into place in the frame and just needed to be secured.

Read More on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45325099/chapters/115952008

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letstalkabouttvshows · 2 years

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FIC: A little fic about Michael not trusting Alex's gut about his new alien friends. Turns out Alex was right from the start.

[context: some months after season 3 when the new aliens come to town and befriend Michael]

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- How the hell did this happen? - Max asked confused and a bit angry.

- I thought they were friendly aliens - Iz replied with the same confused face.

- Well, that's not important right now - Alex stepped in to keep the conversation on the right track. Michael had his head laid low without any courage to look up and face his siblings and most importantly, Alex - What's important is that they have the machine and we need to get it back.

- Any ideas on how we might do that? - Liz asked.

Alex sighed.

********

After they got the machine back, Alex stayed behind to clean up the mess at the Crashdown. Michael came in, not sure how he would start.

- Liz told me you'd be here.

- Yeah. Arturo doesn't need this mess in the morning and Liz and Rosa had gone through enough tonight - Alex replied without making any eye contact.

- You could've asked for help. We'd all be here.

- Not necessary. It's quicker if I do it alone - Alex said distantly.

Alone. Those words felt like a punch to Michael. He took a deep breath and asked:

- So, how mad you are at me right now?

- I'm not mad. - Alex finally looked at him - I'm disappointed.

Michael didn't expect that.

It hurt, a lot.

He took a step forward but Alex took a step back.

- You didn't have my back. - Alex's voice was tired but direct - Out of all people, Michael, you didn't have my back.

- Ale-

- No, Michael. - Alex interrupted, tired, shaking his head low - Don't bother. I don't wanna hear it.

- You get to decide when we talk or not? That's how's gonna be?

- Yeah. The same way you get to decide when you trust me or not.

- C'mon, Alex. Hear me out, please. I know I scr-

- Michael! - Alex looked at him again and now he looked mad - I love you, but right now... I don't like you very much.

Those words broke Michael.

Alex noticed and it broke him as well. But at that moment, he was too hurt, too upset so he stood his ground and let the silence fill the room.

After a short while, Michael nodded and walked out of the diner.

******

In the morning, Michael woke up with a lot of pain in his neck from sleeping on the couch.

After his non-conversation with Alex, he waited for him at home so he might try and talk to Alex one more time.

Michael felt awful. He wanted to apologize, to make things right as soon as possible.

But, the fact he was on the couch in the morning, made it clear that Alex still wasn't feeling up for a chat.

Michael got up, stretched a bit, took a deep breath to prepare himself, and went to their bedroom.

But there's no one there. The bed was made exactly the way they left in the morning before.

Michael checked the time and it was too early for Alex not to be there.

- Alex? - He called out. No response.

He went to the kitchen and no sign that anyone had been there either.

Alex didn't come home.

Michael's mind went straight to panic that something might've happened to Alex, so he ran to find his phone.

As soon as he unlocked his screen, he let a relieved sigh out.

There's one message, from Alex, around 2 a.m, that read: Alex ✨💜: At Maria's.

Michael called Maria right away, forgetting how early it was.

- Hello? - By her voice, it was easy to tell she had just woken up.

- Maria, hey, it's me. Alex's there?

- Good morning to you too, Guerin. - Maria replied, not happy - Yeah, Alex's here. - Maria paused - But he's still asleep.

- Ok. - Michael said - Great. I just wanted to check if ...

- If he was safe from your psycho friends? - Michael didn't say anything - I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm just grumpy. Too early - Maria tried to fix it - He's safe, Michael. Don't worry. He just didn't want to go home.

- Right.

- I think last night was a lot for everyone. Don't read too much into it, ok?

- Yeah, sure. Well, sorry to call so early. Talk to you later - Michael hung up.

Michael took a deep breath and sent a text to Alex.

me: Come home. I'll stay at the junkyard.

Alex read the text. Maria gave him a look.

- What?

- Just talk to him already. He sounded worried and extra broody.

- Thanks for the update - He said with a sarcastic tone.

- I know you already regret not going to him last night. C'mon, Alex. You texted him the minute you got here last night. It kinda says a lot. So, just talk to him. You both are miserable.

Maria was right. But Alex's hurt made him stubborn.

*****

It had been three days since they last spoke at the Crashdown.

Michael tried to call and left messages. No replies.

He understood how much he had disappointed Alex.

Michael had spent the last 72 hours playing over and over again the events that led to this particular mess.

Alex was right from the start. And from the start, he tried to warn Michael about it.

- Hey, kid - Sanders yelled.

- What?

- I've been calling you for 5 minutes.

- Sorry, didn't hear you. What do you want?

- I thought you were going to work on that engine.

- I need my tools. They are at hom- - Michael paused - They are at Alex's.

- He still giving you the cold shoulder, huh?

Michael nodded.

- You did screw up.

- Is this conversation gonna have a point?

- He'll come 'round.

- Yeah? How can you be so sure? You said it yourself, I did screw things up.

- Well, first, arguments, fights. They happen. To every couple, even those that love each other as much as you two do. It's part of the package. Second, as time goes, you'll both be better at it. Find the right way to make up. And third, Alex is hurt. Just give him a bit of time, he's gonna talk to you when he's ready.

*****

Michael had waited to drop by his place when he knew Alex would be out at work.

He couldn't help to feel sad when he got home. Somehow the house seemed sad too. Maybe was the lack of Alex.

He had left his toolbox in the kitchen. Before their fight, he was fixing the coffee machine.

It looks like Alex hadn't been to the kitchen for the last couple of days. There were no groceries on the counter, almost nothing in the fridge.

Alex would forget to eat when he was too upset about something.

Michael felt the urge to make something. He knew how much Alex loved his cooking.

When he turned around to leave the room, he saw Alex. They both looked surprised.

- Hey - Michael said.

Alex looked miserable just like him.

- Hi - Alex replied with a soft voice.

- I'm sorry. I thought you were already at Deep Sky. I didn't want to barge in.

- Took the day off - Alex answered - And ... you can never barge in here. This is, this your place too, right?

Michael nodded discreetly.

- Well, don't worry. I'm just here because I need my tools. I got 'em. I'm leaving - Michael's voice was sad.

- Don't.

It felt like the world stood still for a moment. Michael and Alex shared an understanding look and went for a kiss.

- I'm sorry - They both said at the same time, after it.

- I know - Alex replied - I'm sorry for dragging this situation out. I was hurt and, stupid. We should've had talked that night.

- I'm sorry. I always have your back, Alex. If something had happened to you, I don't know what I would do. I just, I didn't want to believe they were evil. It clouded my judgment. I'm sorry I let you down.

-Hey, I get it. You wanted something coming from Oasis that wasn't terrible. You shouldn't lose hope in that.

-What a mess!

-We're gonna figure it out.

They hugged each other tightly.

- And hey, just so you know, I like you, I always like you even when I don't.

Michael felt such a relief. He knew Alex said those words in the heat of their argument. But it hurt anyway.

They both smiled and kissed each other again.

- I've missed you - Alex said.

- Yeah, tell me about it. Can we talk now? About everything? - Michael wanted to clear the air. Explain and apologize again. Make sure that Alex understood why he needed the new aliens to be friends and not enemies. Although, he knew Alex got it already.

- Yes, we can. But...

- What? - Michael wondered.

- Can we talk it over while we eat? I'm really hungry.

Michael laughed.

- Yeah, yeah. I'll make you something.

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dreamer-of-ships · 1 year

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This Is Our Sanctuary Playlist

It’s been almost a year since I finished this fic. I honestly loved writing it so much, and am so proud of how well it turned out.

The music that inspired it still lives rent free in my head, which is why I keep going back to listen to this playlist. Was feeling nostalgic so thought I would share it again.

If you haven’t read the fic, you can do here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34593895/chapters/86113501

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smilingbuckley · 4 months

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I guess only the stars would know

Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)

Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Max Evans & Michael Guerin

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes

Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 04, Post-Finale, Post-Season/Series Finale, POV Michael Guerin, Michael Guerin Needs a Hug, Alex Manes Loves Michael Guerin, Hugs, Cold Weather, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Brotherly Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Angst and Feels, Hopeful Ending

Summary:

It's been two years since Max has left to save Oasis and Michael misses his brother. Alex finds him at the portal and comforts him.

He feels guilty for laying this all on Alex, but he made a promise to always be honest with him, and he will. He’ll never lie to Alex again. Nor about anything. Even white lies like Alex’s cooking skills.

Alex’s touches are comforting, though. He cups Michael’s cheeks so he looks up at him. “I have hope. He promised that he’d be back, and like you said, he is stubborn. He’ll fight to come back home once he can. To Liz, to Isobel, to you. So I believe him and his promise. And it’s awful, I know. Waiting. Not knowing when he’ll be back. But it’s a when not if. And when he’ll be back, we’ll have an even bigger family to welcome him back.”

Michael can’t suppress a smile, even though tears burn in his eyes. “He’d be so happy to be an uncle.”

I wrote my first Malex fic!! I have 2 other ideas, 1 of which I'm sure I'll write as a sequel to this.

I'm nervous about writing for a new fandom cause I mostly write for 9-1-1. Idk if I got the characters right, but I hope so.

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oatflatwhite · 7 months

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wrote my first rnm fic :') read her here

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erisgregory · 2 years

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For the Malex prompts, how about after they get Alex back, Michael is very protective/careful around him and it annoys Alex. I can totally see them doing that!

Thank you so very much for this prompt, I loved writing overprotective Michael!

Gotta Get Some Space

“I don’t need dinner in bed. I can get up and come to the table.” Alex said the moment Michael came through the bedroom door with a tray of food.

“You’re in here on your laptop already, I thought it would be easier,” Michael replied with a shrug. He laid the tray next to Alex and sat down.

Alex shook his head at him. “You did not. You think I should stay in bed and rest because the doctor said, take it easy, but Michael he didn’t say I was on bed rest. I was just in here because this happened to be where I was charging my laptop and I was too lazy to carry it back out to the living room.”

“You’ve only been out of the hospital for a day and a half and you’ve only been in this dimension again for a week. I think I’m allowed to be concerned.” Michael told him.

Alex couldn’t exactly argue with that so he ate his grilled cheese and tomato soup and didn’t complain any further. Besides, it was kind of nice to be looked after.

As it turned out it was only nice being looked after for a short time period. Alex was independent. He was used to doing things for himself, by himself, and while he’d made some adjustments having Michael in his life again, he couldn’t quite take the constant hovering that Michael seemed to be doing now.

Do you need a refill, can I get you anything before I sit down, do you need another pillow, or another blanket, are you too warm? The list was endless and it was starting to drive Alex out of his mind. He was trying so hard to be kind about it because he knew how he’d feel if their situations had been reversed, but it was getting old and fast.

Two days later, Alex was watching tv and when he went to get up to go to the bathroom he stumbled slightly because the edge of the blanket Michael had wrapped around him was caught under his shoe. Michael was immediately in his space helping to steady him.

“Okay, that’s it. I can’t take it. You need to leave.” Alex said firmly. He pushed Michael’s hands off of him as gently as he could and stood up. The hurt look on Michael’s face was enough to soften him a little, but not fully.

“Leave? What are you talking about? Are you… is this… do you want to break up with me?” Michael stammered.

Alex sighed and shook his head with a small smile. “I’m not trying to break up with you, I’m trying to take a break from you and you need a break from me whether or not you’ll admit it. Go to the store, go visit Iz, go see if any cars need fixing, I don’t care what you do but please for the sake of our relationship, go.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll go, but if anything happens—”

“I’ll call you right after 911.” Alex promised.

“If you’re sure.” Michael said picking up his jacket and hat.

Alex nodded firmly. “I am.”

When Michael got back, Alex felt a lot more calm about everything. He’d made dinner, taken a shower, and even shaved all by himself and while it was nice, in the end he’d missed his overprotective cowboy.

“Everything go okay?” Michael asked as he entered the room slowly, hands held up.

Alex laughed from the kitchen. “Yes, yes, you come in peace, I get it. Everything went fine, but I’m glad you’re back.” Alex admitted.

Michael joined him in the kitchen admiring his handiwork. It was simple enough, spaghetti with meatballs and a salad, but Michael looked happy all the same which pleased Alex. He leaned over and pulled Michael’s hat off slowly and set it on the counter.

“I’m glad I’m back too. And I’m sorry for all the hovering. I can do better.” Michael promised as Alex was leaning in for a kiss.

“You can hover a little.” Alex told him and then he kissed Michael soft and long.

Michael did still try and do things for Alex that he could do on his own, but Alex learned to take it in stride and Michael learned to ask first. Together they worked it out and in the end that was all Alex wanted in the first place. Soon, he would no longer be in any type of recovery and they could just get down to the business of living together and learning each other.

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bekkachaos · 2 years

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you showed me everything underneath the stars (put your handprint on my heart)

Just a little fic set somewhere after 4x12

G | 2.8k

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Michael paced the floor, it felt like all he could do.

Alex sat looking pale and breathing heavy. The dark tendrils were climbing his skin like rising water threatening to replace all the air around him, he knew he was drowning and all he could do was gulp for air. Kyle had the stethoscope to his chest and a hard line on his mouth. For a doctor, he didn't have the greatest poker face.

Maybe that's just because it was Alex sitting in front of him, and he was racking the darkest corners of his brain for anything that he could do to reverse the damage that had been done.

And Michael could see it in his eyes, in the way he checked the results of the blood test for the fourth time as though it would show him something new, show him that Alex hadn't crossed the line between 'we can bring him back' and 'we can make him comfortable'.

Alex already knew it, he didn't need to see the deepening furrow in Kyle's brow, hear the grinding of Michael's teeth as he took quick steps past him, back and forth, back and forth. He had known it before they had made it out of the pocket dimension. He knew enough about radiation poisoning to recognise the signs.

Finally, maybe after having spent some time arguing with himself internally, Kyle stepped up and away from the computer. He put his hands on his hips and bit down on his lip, looking away from Alex as Michael honed in on him. He stood before him with pleading eyes, swallowing the lump of fear and inevitability in his throat.

"Is Evans still... has he recovered yet?" he asked quietly, and Michael felt his stomach drop.

There would only be one reason for Kyle to ask about Max at a time like this. This wasn't something a human doctor - even one that's dabbled extensively in alien biology - could fix.

Max had been so weak after they'd defeated Clyde, it had almost drained him dry and taken everything in him to fight him off. Healing Liz, saving Rosa, that took so much out of him, and Michael felt himself grinding his teeth again because no, Max hadn't recovered, and even Michael knew how much it would take to heal Alex.

He didn't have to answer, almost like Kyle could read his mind. Kyle nodded, a slow dip of his head and a look back to Alex.

"I... you were exposed for a long time," he said finally, this time it was Alex's turn to nod.

It was a soft understanding thing, a smile playing lightly on his lips because he had known for a while that he was dying, and he knew it was going to hurt Kyle more than him if he had to say the words out loud.

He was dying. He was going to die from this.

Unless Max was back to full strength soon, Alex would die.

"You did the best you could," he said, and Kyle scoffed, shaking his head as he stepped back towards him.

"Only you could be trying to comfort me in this situation," he said. "I didn't do anything, Alex. There's nothing..."

"Hey," Alex said, reaching out and putting his clammy hand over Kyle's white knuckles. "You did, you did more than anyone should have ever asked you to."

Kyle took Alex's hand in his and held it tight a moment, dropping his eyes and failing at trying to hide the tremble of his lip as he sucked in a deep breath through his nose and coughed to get the stabbing feeling out of his throat.

"It's not enough," he said.

They stayed like that for a lingering look, plenty unsaid between them, and it didn't have to be said. They knew, without words they knew what the other would say.

I'm sorry we drifted apart when we were kids, I'm sorry that's my fault.

I'm glad we made up for it these last few years, I'm glad you're in my life, and I'm sorry I'm leaving.

Michael stood watching them and it was like he was frozen in place, neither of them said anything, but it was clear as the starry sky over the mountains outside, they were saying goodbye.

"I um, I'll go talk to the others," Kyle said, finally pulling his hands away and turning to Michael with glassy eyes. "I'll go check on Evans."

As he took a step to leave Michael stepped in front, putting a hand to his chest to stop him.

"There's got to be more mist," he said in a desperate breath. "Or Liz can make some more."

"There's none left," he sighed. "And I don't think... I'm not sure she has time to make any."

"There's got to be something else," he choked, and Kyle reached out to squeeze his arm.

He was no stranger to pleading family members, talking to him like he should be able to heal any ailment, slow down time or suspend it entirely to find a way to save the person they love.

It had never been this hard.

"Michael," they both looked to Alex, his chest rising and falling with his laboured breaths and holding a hand out for him.

Michael was starting to fall apart. His face twisted with the realisation, the pain and the tears that were already welling in his eyes. Those wild eyes still gazing frantically around like the solution, the cure, would come from the air around them.

"Go to him," Kyle said but Michael still stopped him from leaving.

"Valenti please you have to-"

"Guerin," he said. "He needs you, not me. Let me go find the others, give you a minute."

Michael took a shaky breath but walked around him and over to Alex, taking his hand in his and brushing his hair back over his brow once, and again, and then with his thumb against his cheek.

Kyle turned to watch them a minute, dropping his head and leaving them alone in the silent room.

"Hey," Alex said, blinking slowly and gazing up into Michael's tired eyes. "You are going to be okay, you hear me?"

Michael shook his head before he was leaning in to press his forehead against Alex.

"No," he croaked. "Nothing about this is okay."

"I know," Alex said, closing his eyes and leaning into the soft touch of Michael's fingers against his skin. "I was really looking forward to seeing Sanders in that tux."

Michael laughed, one loud chuckle followed by the sound of him swallowing down a sob, tears falling down his cheeks.

"I should have just let you marry me," he said. "You wanted a wedding and I should have-"

"I don't care about a wedding," Alex said. "I wanted a husband, and I don't think... I don't think a ceremony or a ring matters, you matter. You're all I've wanted since I was seventeen."

"You're not supposed to leave me when we finally get things figured out," he said.

"Michael," Alex said, his eyelids opening slowly to look at him, chest heavy from the sickness and only compounded by the broken look on Michael's face. "I'm not leaving, if there was ever a choice know I would never leave you, I've done enough of that."

"There's got to be something..." Michael said, pulling back with a defiant wrinkle in his brow. "You told me back at that portal to make it work, get us back. You knew I could."

"I had faith in you," he said with a soft smile. "If you're not going to, then I'll have enough for both of us."

God, Michael loved him. In the way you were supposed to love someone else, it was just built into him like stars are built into the sky. They've always been there, probably always will be, even when the sun drowns them out, they'll always be back again, painted across the endless dark night no matter where in the universe you stood.

There was no way he was letting this be the end for them. He had found things in him the last few years he never thought possible. He was the son of Jones, and he'd seen all the things Jones could do, the things Max could. His blood ran through his veins, and maybe that was enough, maybe he had more in him yet.

His fingers slid slowly down Alex's neck and over his collarbone until he could slip them under his shirt. Alex looked down and then back up at him from under his heavy eyelashes.

"What are you doing?" he said in a breath.

"Something I've never tried before," he said.

"You think..." he started, before biting down on his lip.

"Someone once told me that my powers were the only ones without limits," Michael said softly. "So let's see if maybe she was right."

"At least you can't make things worse," Alex said as he lifted his hand up to caress Michael's arm and take in a deep breath.

Michael looked at him with a deeply unimpressed gaze.

"You are so unhelpful," he said with a shake of his head. "And I love you, more than anything on any goddamn planet out there."

"I love you too," Alex said, fingers squeezing gently, wincing as another wave of pain and nausea washed over him. "And I believe in you."

Michael nodded and exhaled sharply, steadying his feet and looking down at his hands. Where did he start? He loved Alex, and he needed this to work. So how did he make it work?

He closed his eyes and pictured it, the black in Alex's veins and the poison flowing through them. He imagined pulling it out of him, absorbing it into his body and expelling it out and away where it couldn't do anymore damage. He imagined taking in all Alex's pain, the relief he would feel knowing he was free from the hurt and the fear.

He imagined what it would be like if Alex died, here, in his arms, and he would be damned if he let that be the way it ended.

His hand felt hot against Alex's skin, his eyes closed so tightly as he ran those thoughts over and over again in his mind. No one, nothing, was taking Alex from him. He refused to let it.

He could feel the energy coursing through him and his body shook with it, he opened his eyes to see a faint red glow under his fingers and he knew the shock came out through his mouth. He grit his teeth and let the thoughts consume him, growing stronger and more intense until he was groaning, all but yelling into the air around them and his entire hand was aglow, almost on fire.

Alex suddenly sucked in a breath, fingers getting so tight against Michael's arm that his knuckles were white. Michael's head was dizzy and he felt a jolt, like an electric shock, and he was pulling his hand away, falling back and stumbling until he was on his back on the floor.

His vision was blurry, the room was spinning. He didn't know how long he had been lying there, it could have been seconds, or minutes.

A figure appeared above him and he felt hands on his cheeks, a voice calling him back. It took a moment, but slowly Alex's face cleared above him, his eyes wide as they searched for a lucid response

"Michael!"

"I'm... I'm okay..." he said, and as his ears cleared he heard Alex scoff.

"Look at me," he said, and finally, Michael's vision returned to normal.

"Did it..." Michael said, almost wanting to stay in the moment where he didn't know either way if it worked or it didn't.

Alex pulled his shirt aside, the black veins were gone, and Michael could see a faint shimmering, alien touch painted on his skin like a night full of stars.

"I don't feel dizzy, or nauseous," he said, his smile getting wider. "I feel..."

Michael sat up quickly - immediately wishing he didn't - and took Alex's face in his hands, colliding with him for a kiss that was all lips and teeth and dragging one another together like they would never be close enough.

"What happened in-" Kyle said as he appeared in the doorway, looking down in disbelief as Alex knelt by Michael's side, a hint of the handprint showing under his shirt collar. "How..."

"Tell your girl she's got a wedding to plan," Michael said, turning to look up at him with a wider grin than he'd worn in a long while. "A big one, biggest fucking alien wedding Roswell's ever seen."

Alex laughed and shook his head, using Michael's shoulder as leverage to get to his feet.

"You're crazy," he said, completely unprepared for Kyle's body crushing into him from the side and squeezing him in a hug.

"Only for you baby," Michael said, still sitting on the floor and looking up at him with disbelief.

"How did you... I didn't think that... You've never been able to do that before, have you?" Kyle said, starting at least three sentences as he finally let Alex go and offered his hand to Michael who winced as he helped him up.

He was still dizzy, and Kyle had to catch him and guide him to the closest chair to sit down.

"Nope," Michael said, closing his eyes and putting a hand to his head. "That's a new one."

"Well sit down and let me check you out," he said, turning back to Alex. "You too."

"Yes doc," he said, sitting back down in the patient's seat and grinning over to Michael.

He had that sparkle back in his eye, his fingers reaching up to touch the iridescent mark on his skin while Kyle started to check him over again.

"It's like this weight has just... lifted," he said. "I don't think I felt this good even before I ended up in that sinkhole."

"Yeah, well you can sit still another five minutes so I can make sure," Kyle said, grumbling in tone but smiling ear to ear.

"I can't believe that worked," Michael said incredulously.

"We don't know that-"

"Look at you!" Michael said, hand gesturing to the mark.

He groaned at the quick movement, hand to his head again.

"I feel fine," Alex said, pushing Kyle back. "Maybe check on Michael."

"It's just a little..." Michael said, making a spinning movement with his hand around his head.

"Are we in a rush?" Kyle said, eyebrows high. "Seriously, two minutes ago you were dying, and you," he pointed to Michael. "You just pulled a new trick out of the alien knapsack so you can both just... take a breath!"

Alex sighed and pulled his shirt down further so Kyle could listen in.

"Well I'm in a rush," Michael said. "I've got a fiancé we just brought back from another dimension and an empty shower back home that needs some company."

Alex grinned at him and Michael gave him a wink.

"Stethoscope is in, but that doesn't mean I can't hear that," Kyle said without looking up.

"So... are you going to tell us how long you've been hooking up with Isobel then?" Alex asked.

"Guess you really did get probed in Mexico," Michael said and this time the exasperation on Kyle's face was real as he turned to him.

"Okay, you're clearly fine. Alex, I want to take another blood sample, but... you sound..." he didn't finish the thought, he just clapped a hand to his shoulder.

Another silent exchange between the two of them.

"So I can take him home?" Michael said, and Kyle pointed at him sternly.

"Be gentle," he said. "And let Iz drive, I'd really rather not be able to say that we all made it through this just for you to die in a fiery crash."

"Alright," Alex conceded with a shrug. "But I've been stuck in a radioactive alien dimension for over a week and my fiancé just saved my life so, I can't promise gentle."

"Okay," Kyle said as he pursed his lips and got up to leave the room.

Michael stood, slowly this time, and walked over to where Alex sat.

"You know I'm not sure I like you calling me that," he said, cupping Alex's face with his hands.

Alex reached up to hold his wrists and sighed.

"Novelty already worn off huh?" he teased, but finally, Michael's face was all serious and warm, looking at Alex like he was the centre of everything.

"I'd rather you call me your husband."

He leant in for a kiss, soft and tender. Michael was more sure of that than he had been of anything in his life.

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manesalex · 2 years

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the next time I hold you, I'm not letting go

What should have happened after Michael and Alex said their “I love you”s.

Warnings for smut and a completely unrealistic portrayal of how long it takes to walk 20 miles.

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“We can work with that,” Michael grins, already pressing Alex against the truck bed. He’s missed this. Not just this, but being with Alex in general. He feels right now, like everything has slotted back into place, like everything is right with his world. It doesn’t even matter that they haven’t found their way out of this pocket universe. All that matters is that he has Alex at his side. And, no matter how understanding Alex is, Michael can’t believe he even considered Clyde’s promise of Oasis. Not when his real home is right here on Earth.

It’s like Alex is reading his mind, because he smiles and says, “I missed you.”

Michael has his hands up under Alex’s shirt, already shoving it up, desperate to touch as much of Alex as he can, to reassure himself that Alex is right here. “Missed you too,” he murmurs against Alex’s lips. And then, a moment later, he realizes he needs to ask, “You don’t have lube, do you?”

Alex laughs the most beautiful, joyful laugh, “No such luck.”

Michael just shrugs and tugs Alex’s shirt up over his head. It takes a minute for Alex to get untangled, as Michael hadn’t even bothered with his jacket first, too focused on touching Alex, but soon his arms are free and he’s shoving Michael’s jacket off. Michael shrugs it off quickly so he can focus on kissing Alex’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses and licks down further, to his chest, and then further still. “Have you been working out? Or did I just forget how hot you are?” Michael missed flirting with Alex, missed the way he sometimes blushes in response.

“I’ve been living on a diet of canned food, so…” Alex shrugs, voice light, one of his hands moving to Michael’s hair as Michael continues to lick and suck and kiss his hips.

Michael just grins up at him as he starts to work on unbuttoning Alex’s jeans. “When I get you home, I’m gonna make you whatever you want. And we’re not leaving our bed for a week.” His tone may be light and flirty, but he means it. He can’t wait to get Alex home, to be sure that he’s safe and cared for, to shower him with the love he deserves.

“Only a week?” Alex asks with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re right,” Michael says, pulling Alex’s jeans and boxers out of the way and eyeing Alex’s dick. “I’m gonna need at least a month.” He only pauses long enough to take a breath before he has Alex’s dick in his mouth.

Alex’s fingers tighten in his hair, tugging it a bit, and Michael can’t help but moan in response.

He takes his time, licking and sucking Alex’s gorgeous cock. It’s been too long. And he loves doing this, loves the way Alex tastes, the weight of him in his mouth. He loves the way Alex tries so hard to keep quiet at first, the way his moans get so very loud when Michael is sucking his dick. He loves that he can make Alex lose control so completely.

And so he finally does, relaxing his throat, taking Alex’s cock as deep as he can, and hollowing out his cheeks as he sucks. Alex finally comes, both hands pulling at his hair, a loud moan escaping his lips.

Michael has just finished buttoning Alex’s jeans back up when he hears Dallas and Bonnie heading toward them. Alex is blushing, but Michael would bet he looks like the cat that ate the canary.

Alex scrambles to get his shirt and jacket back on, but Michael is absolutely certain it’s still obvious what they were up to.

Dallas’s face when they reach them confirms it. But he doesn’t comment, just lifts the armful of alien fruit he’s carrying and asks, “Ready to go home?”

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