#forlex angst

[userlaylivia]

I'm on S3 (3x01 to be exact!!) In my rnm rewatch and I have just so many malex and echo feelings the angst just kills me my babies! also I always forget how much I hated miluca until I rewatch and it's really weird considering they were my second otp on the og but malex owns me and sorry but michael/heather had no chemistry imo lol and I also didn't like forlex either but I was more tolerable of them because I wanted alex to be happy but yeah my two otps kill me! also can you believe monday is the 5 year anniversary of the pilot?? that's just unreal!

#in october it'll be 25 years since the og roswell premiered that's also unreal!! #I didn't watch the og roswell until 2095 but still lol #but anyways I miss rnm I miss my favorite characters and ships ahhhhh #roswell new mexico #malex #michael x alex #echo #max x liz #rnm #sara rewatches roswell new mexico #3x01

[pastelwitchling]

Under the Sea bonus story! I had so much fun returning to this world and these characters. I just really wanted to write a little epilogue sort of chapter. If you enjoy reading at all, please comment and share, it always makes the world of a difference 💙

               Alex heard the laughter of dolphins in his ears, the rush of bubbles against his cheeks as fish swam past. He opened his eyes to treasure; stones of different colors and sizes covered the ocean floor, seaweed, coral, sea creatures of all kinds floated past.

               Once upon a time, Alex had feared the ocean as he feared nothing else. Now he knew he was safe in its waters, for the love of his life resided there. He felt hands on his hips, pulling him back against a warm chest, even under the cold water, and he laughed. He was safe, a bubble of air protecting his head down to the base of his neck.

               “Have you no decency?” Alex asked even as he tilted his chin up, giving Forrest more access to his skin.

               “I wish to kiss my fiancé,” murmured Forrest with a grin against Alex’s neck. “Am I not allowed?”

               “Not here,” he huffed, “where someone might see us.”

               Forrest turned Alex around, making him laugh. He held his face in his hands, the gold band on his finger cold against Alex’s cheek. Forrest’s long blue and gold tail swayed calmly in the water below them, but his voice was in a near growl when he spoke, “I care not who sees us. Let them envy me, for I am the one to marry the most handsome man in all of the oceans and on land combined.”

               Even under the water, Alex’s cheeks heated and he hid his face in Forrest’s shoulder. “Honestly . . .”

               “Don’t you dare look down,” Forrest whispered, tilting down so that his forehead pressed against Alex’s, the blue and gold in his dark eyes glimmering with an overwhelming fondness and love that threatened to kill Alex in the best way.

               As he neared, Alex’s mouth instinctively fell open, and he found himself closing the distance between them, eager to taste Forrest’s lips in his, when suddenly –

               “Oi! Can’t you keep your hands off each other for two bloody minutes?!” Kyle appeared, his green and gold fin swimming behind him. He grabbed Alex’s arm and tugged. “Stop hogging him all to yourself!”

               “Oh, leave them alone, Kyle,” Maria sighed dreamily. “They’re in love.”

               “They have their entire lives to be in love!” Kyle demanded. “I have only another short moment while Alex is a free man!”

               Forrest wrapped his arms around Alex’s shoulders, his smile in place, but his eyes dark. “And what exactly do you assume will happen between you and Alex?”

               “Don’t be such a stiff, Forrest,” Kyle rolled his eyes, tugging Alex, and therefore Forrest, closer. “I just want to talk to him. Without you.”

               “That’s simply not going to happen.”

               “Don’t you trust me?” teased Alex.

               “Implicitly,” said Forrest without a moment’s hesitation, and narrowed his eyes at Kyle. “It’s his wandering hands I don’t trust.”

               Alex laughed and kissed Forrest’s cheek. He nuzzled his neck. Even underwater, as fish tickled his feet and the world turned to a peaceful silence around them, Alex could still smell Forrest. Even down here, he smelled like the ocean.

                “Who knew,” teased Jenna, the white pearls in her hair making her look like an angel, “that Forrest could be so possessive?”

               “I did,” Kyle huffed, “since we first found Alex and he wouldn’t let any of us near him.”

               “I was being protective,” Forrest insisted. “Oh, enough of all of you. Come along, my love. We’ve been down here long enough and soon people will start to wake. We best get back to the surface so that I can change to my human form.”

               Alex nodded, but accepted the hugs from Kyle and the others first. Forrest had been right in that Kyle held on longer than the others, squeezing him tightly enough to make him laugh, and then he had his arms around Forrest again.

               “Hold on tight to me, my love,” Forrest whispered into the space between them. Alex remembered a year ago when Forrest had said the same thing to him before saving him from the cavern and returning him to his home. Alex had held on trustingly. Forrest had been his one small relief, even if he hadn’t really known him.

               Now, as they rose to the surface together, Alex was filled with laughter, his chest overflowing with love for the merman before him. When they broke the surface, the cold hit them first, but Alex clung to Forrest’s warmth.

               “Go on,” Forrest encouraged him, his lips against Alex’s ear. “I’ll be right behind you.”

               Alex nodded, and let go of Forrest. He swam to the shore, and walked up the rest of the way. As he stepped out of the waves, he saw the water change color, as though someone were shining a bright blue light underneath the surface, and he turned to find Forrest standing in the water, the waves lapping around his naked waist. His blue hair and the blue glow of his eyes were gone, and his still-glowing blue seashell nestled in his collarbone. Alex smiled. He loved this version of Forrest just as much, for the magic of the sea never seemed to leave him no matter what form he took.

               Alex reached for the hidden clothes he kept wrapped in a towel behind a boulder, and handed them to Forrest. Once they were both dried and dressed, they made their usual way up the far left stone steps to the street above.

               The marketplace was still mostly bare, but Alex spotted a merchant here and there, preparing their stall for the day. Some waved good morning to him and Forrest, some congratulated them, some merely ogled.

               “I hate when they stare,” Alex murmured.

               Forrest grinned. “They can scarcely ignore your beauty, darling. Don’t begrudge them for it. I can hardly resist staring at you myself.”

               Alex blushed. “That’s different! And it’s not me they’re watching, it’s you!”

               He laughed. “So you’re jealous, then?”

               “Don’t be ridiculous,” he said, and kissed Forrest’s cheek for good measure.

               When the wooden sign for Le Gateau au Chocolat – Gregory and Isobel’s pastry shop – came into view, Alex and Forrest decided to race the rest of the way. They both reached the door out of breath with giggles. Alex had won by only a small margin. Forrest had been getting much better at using his legs.

               “Oh, Alex, good,” Gregory called from behind the counter. “I’ve decided to change the chicken to beef for tonight.”

               Alex faltered. “Isn’t beef expensive?”

               Isobel came in from the kitchens. She wiped her hands on her apron and put them on her hips. “Don’t you go worrying about that. We’ve taken care of it.”

               Alex looked to Forrest, suspicious. “You didn’t . . .?”

               Forrest leapt onto the counter. “Oh, I certainly offered. What’s the point of being a king with riches if I cannot spoil my love? But no, your brother and sister would not hear of it. This time.”

               “Stop it,” Gregory scolded. “We’re older, we take care of you, that’s how it works.”

               Forrest hummed, and his eyes brightened. “Until Alex and I are married. Then he’s all mine.”

               Alex caught Isobel’s amused look, and turned away, his face red. He cleared his throat. “Anyhow. What time’s the dinner?”

               “Eight,” Gregory pointed. “Do not be late, both of you. Oh” – he dusted some of the sand off Forrest’s jacket – “and try not to mention any merpeople, will you? The last thing we need is for Liz and Max to know the truth, too.”

               “They wouldn’t tell anyone,” Alex defended.

               Gregory and Isobel shared a look, and Isobel sighed. “We can’t risk Michael finding out, Alex. I love my brother, but . . .” she shook her head. “Ever since you announced your engagement, he’s been . . .”

               “He isn’t happy,” Gregory said. “Let’s put it that way.”

               Alex sat down, and looked at the band on his finger. A circle of gold with an aquamarine jewel imbedded in the center. He hated to admit it, but in the moments after his excitement at marrying Forrest had faded, Michael had come to mind. What he would think, how he would feel, react. He’d been anxious, and now he knew he was right to have been.

               “It’ll be all right though, won’t it?” he asked, hearing the plea in his own voice.

               Forrest’s smile dimmed. He never liked the mention of Michael, but he leapt from the counter regardless, stumbled, then came to sit in front of Alex. He took his hands in both of his and kissed his fingers.

               “Everything will be perfect, my love,” he promised. “I’m certain he will come to this dinner with kindness and happiness in his heart. He will be happy only that you are happy.” He hesitated, then, “You . . . are happy, aren’t you?”

               “Oh,” Alex breathed, and wrapped his arms around Forrest’s shoulders tightly, burying his face in the crook of his neck. “I love you more than I can say. I’m sorry, my darling, I don’t mean to imply any different.”

               “Really, Alex,” Isobel assured him, “you’ve no reason to worry about Michael. I’ll make sure of it.”

               Alex sighed, resting his head on Forrest’s shoulder. “I just want everything to be perfect.” He played with Forrest’s fingers. “You’re a king after all, you must have standards.”

               “I do,” Forrest nodded. “Absolutely. If it’s not Alex, then I will not have it.”

               “Oi, keep your distance, you two,” Gregory warned with his wooden spoon. “We have customers coming in soon, and this is no pub!”

               Forrest had Alex’s face in his hands, and was nuzzling his nose. He whispered, “I don’t see any customers now.”

               He took Alex’s lips in his own, one hand reaching into his hair, the other cupping his neck. Alex whimpered in the back of his throat, and Forrest tilted his head to deepen the kiss, their mouths slotting perfectly together, Forrest’s tongue sliding against his own.

               He ran his hands down Forrest’s chest, and then Gregory threw a rag over their heads. “Were you not listening?” he snapped. “Your engagement dinner’s tonight, can you not contain yourselves?!”

               Forrest pointed at Alex’s face, incredulous. “Have you seen him?”

               Alex hid his face in Forrest’s shoulder, embarrassed, as Isobel laughed loudly.

                 “Which looks better?” Liz asked, holding up a deep green dress, and a bright red. “This one? Or this one?”

               “I think you look beautiful in both,” Alex said cheerfully. Forrest sat next to him, eagerly shoveling down the biscuits Gregory had given them to have after lunch. Every so often, he offered Alex one, Alex shook his head, and then he ate the entire thing in one bite.

               “Mmh – yes,” said Forrest. “Beau—ifful.”

               “Oh, you both are useless,” Rosa sighed from where she sat on the counter. “Obviously, the red is terribly unsuitable.”

               Liz frowned. “Is it?”

               “Yes!” she took a biscuit from Forrest’s plate. “This is an engagement dinner. The red should clearly be saved for the wedding!”

               “Do you think so, Alex?” Liz asked.

               “Er – actually –”

               “What’re you asking him for?” Rosa huffed. “You know he’s too nice to tell you the truth!”

               Liz opened her mouth to argue when the front door swung open. Max smiled at them.

               “Good afternoon, all!” He ruffled Alex and Rosa’s hair, and kissed Liz’s cheek. “Afternoon, darling.”

               “Did you see the suit I put out for you?” Liz said in lieu of a greeting.

               “Yes, darling.”

               “Don’t you dare wear it until the dinner.”

               Max’s smile widened. “Yes, darling.”

               “We have to look our best for Alex and Forrest,” she said. Then she mumbled something incoherent to him and they glanced at Alex, as though afraid he’d heard. Max merely nodded in response.

                “Honestly,” said Alex, leaning against Forrest’s side. “You don’t have to go through all this fuss. It’s just going to be a small, comfortable dinner.”

               Liz put her hands on her hips. “Then why did Flint order a new navy-blue coat for the occasion?”

               “Did he?” Alex blinked, and flushed. Since their last voyage, he had feared for his relationship with his brother, the distance the truth about their mother’s death may put between them. He had seemed happy to be invited to the engagement dinner, but Alex had feared it had been an act. To know he cared this much, it gladdened Alex’s heart more than he could say.

               Rosa scoffed. “Well, I won’t need any help preparing. I know exactly what to wear.”

               “Yes,” Liz said testily, “but will you know how to behave?”

               “Oi!” she argued. “Don’t you start with me, it’s Michael you should be concerned about!”

               Liz shot her a sharp look, while Max turned a nervous smile on Alex and Forrest. Forrest had stopped eating.

               “She’s joking,” Max assured them. “Michael’s really happy for you, Alex.”

               Forrest smiled, but it was polite and cold, not at all what Alex was used to. “I trust he will be on his best behaviour.” Then he grumbled, “If not, I’ll throw him into the middle of the ocean.”

               Alex hooked his arm around Forrest’s and kissed his shoulder. “Are there any more biscuits left for me?” he murmured.

               Forrest’s eyes lit up at once, and he handed Alex the largest he had. “I saved it for you, my love!”

               Alex laughed, his heart and the atmosphere of the shop lighter at once.

                 Forrest insisted on watching the sunset before dinner, but Alex had not needed much persuasion. Once they’d excused themselves from the shop, they made their way down the street, Forrest’s arm hooked around Alex’s. There was a time he had clung to him to walk, but now he stayed close for the sake of staying close itself. Forrest played with his fingers, and Alex kissed the back of his hand.

               “Congratulations, dears!” Mrs. Valenti called for what felt like the millionth time, as she liked to congratulate them whenever they passed by. “Isn’t it so exciting, Mr. Higgins?”

               “Eh?” Mr. Higgins chuckled good-naturedly. “Yes, yes, terribly happy for them!”

               Forrest’s eyes lingered, once again, on the frozen fish in Mr. Higgins’ market stall, but at a kiss to his cheek from Alex, his eyes brightened once again.

               Instead of going down to shore, they sat on the brick wall that overlooked the ocean, their legs dangling over the end. The sand below was soft, so there was no fear of falling. Nonetheless, Forrest kept a tight arm around Alex’s waist, and Alex felt safe.

               The sky turned to rose and violet and gold as the sun fell behind the ocean’s surface. Alex asked if Forrest had seen plenty of sunsets before.

               “I try to,” he confessed, “but there’s quite a risk of being seen by sailors, even so far out at sea.”

               Alex shuddered as he thought of Forrest tied to a ship’s mast, at sailors who were happy to harm him because of what he was. He burrowed deeper into his side and nuzzled his neck.

               “I will never let anyone touch you again, sailor or otherwise,” he promised in a whisper.

               Forrest kissed the top of his head. “And I will protect you with my life.”

               “Will I ever see your underwater kingdom?” Alex asked.

               Forrest laughed. “Certainly,” he said. “I will have a room prepared where not a drop of water would dare to enter.”

               Alex closed his eyes and let the sun’s warmth bathe them both in gold. “I don’t fear drowning with you at my side.”

               “And you never shall have to,” Forrest told him, his hold tightening and promising a king’s protection.

               They kissed in the setting sun until their lips swelled. They kissed until Forrest’s hand sought out the hem of Alex’s shirt, and Alex realized that if they did not stop soon, they would not stop at all. Then all those walking on the street behind them would have a true reason to stare. They kissed until Alex started to want nothing more than to fall to the sand below with Forrest in his arms, and forget the engagement dinner entirely. To prove their love another way.

               Then he took Forrest’s wrist and pressed their foreheads together, the two panting, and pulled them both to their feet at the first signs of the evening stars. They went hand-in-hand, laughing, back to the pastry shop.

               Alex told Forrest about the gold coat he’d asked Liz for him to wear, and Forrest told Alex about the deep blue ocean flower he’d acquired for Alex’s coat pocket.

               Then a voice cut through their conversation like knife through ice.

               “Alex,” Michael said with a nod. “Forrest.” His eyes fell on Alex and Forrest’s intertwined hands. “Am I too early?”

               His voice was subdued, and Forrest’s eyes had darkened.

               “Good evening, Michael,” he said, his grip on Alex’s hand tightening. “Not at all. Please, come in.”

                 “Are you nervous?” Forrest asked from where he sat on the edge of Alex’s bed. Alex watched him through the mirror’s reflection.

               Alex pulled on his coat and took a seat beside him. He interlocked their hands. “Are you?”

               Forrest smiled, though it did not reach his eyes. “Only that you will change your mind.”

               Alex raised a brow. “Do you truly imagine my heart so fickle?”

               Forrest’s grip on his hand tightened. “I imagine that there is no one who can love as you can. I know it. It is for that reason that I cannot help but worry. He was your first love.”

               “And you are my last,” Alex told him. “That carries far more weight, in my opinion.”

               Downstairs, they could hear the muffled clinking of cups and plates as the sky turned dark and stars peeked out. In the distance, the waves lapped against the shore softly, a comforting reminder that there was always somewhere they could escape to, somewhere where the troubles of land could not follow.

               Forrest said nothing for a long while, then, “I do not want to see you harmed.”

               “I could only be harmed by losing you,” Alex promised him. “I am marrying a king, it is you who has far more prospects.”

               Forrest scoffed half-heartedly. “I will tell you what I’ve already told your brother; have you seen you?”

               Alex burst into giggles, his face warm. He felt the soft touch of Forrest’s lips to his cheek. The laughter faded as they pressed their foreheads together, Alex’s eyes closed as he breathed Forrest in.

               “Stay close to me,” he whispered.

               Forrest nodded once, his lips brushing Alex’s. “Forever.”

                 Dinner had started off well. Alex and Forrest descended down the staircase to the shop where a long table sat and fairy lights had been hung up. The table lay covered with platters of beef, cheese, fruit and bread. Glasses of wine sat at every chair. Isobel and Gregory had truly outdone themselves.

               Liz sat between Max and Rosa. Beside Max was Michael, Isobel, Gregory, and Flint. Forrest pulled out Alex’s chair for him, making him blush, and kissed the top of his head before taking the seat beside him. Alex did not dare glance at Michael.

               For the most part, they shared in their stories, and though Forrest could not share many of his own for fear of exposing himself, he seemed quite content to listen to Alex’s versions of his bravery and kindness.

               “I hear you were responsible for helping to save Alex,” Michael told Forrest, for he had but one of the many different stories of Alex and Forrest’s first meeting. He bowed his head once. “I sincerely thank you.”

               “I could not see anything happen to him,” Forrest said, smiling at Alex. “It was love at first sight, you see.”

               Alex hoped Michael would not respond, but then he said, “Yes, I understand the feeling.” He was looking directly at Alex, his gaze pointed as though he was trying to share a secret message with him.

               Then Forrest took Alex’s hand and kissed the aquamarine bracelet he’d given him so many months ago on the shore. “All right, darling?” he whispered, and Alex nodded, the smile returning to his lips at Forrest’s eyes on him.

               “Goodness, Alex,” Liz sighed. “I do love that bracelet. Forrest made that for him,” she told Michael, “did you know?”

               “Purely for selfish reasons,” Forrest confessed. “I’ve always wanted to see Alex in aquamarine. He looks so beautiful with it, doesn’t he?”

               “Where did you get that?” Flint murmured. “Bottom of the ocean?”

               Gregory nudged Flint with his elbow, but the five of them were already laughing at the private joke.

               “Honestly, Forrest,” grinned Isobel, “do you care about anything but Alex?”

               Forrest hummed, eyes narrowed. “No, I don’t think so. Why?” he asked, genuinely confused when everyone save for Michael started laughing, “Is there anything else to care about?”

               “I would think someone of your position would have plenty,” Gregory thoughtlessly said.

               Rosa frowned. “What do you mean, of his position?”

               Gregory’s eyes widened and Alex tensed. Forrest, after all, was a king. He had plenty of concerns, yet the others at the table did not know that.

               It was Isobel who chuckled nervously and said, “Well, you see, Forrest is very wealthy. He has so much to tend to back in – er –”

               “Paris,” Gregory quickly finished. “Because, as you all know, he is from Paris. Isn’t that right, Forrest?”

               “Certainly,” Forrest nodded. “I am from Paris.”

               Everyone returned to their meat and potatoes when all of a sudden a loud CLANK! drove all other conversation away. Michael had roughly set his fork and knife down.

               “Is that why you chose him?” Michael asked, breaking the heavy silence. “Because he’s so much wealthier than I am?”

               Alex was staring, brows furrowed. He set his utensils down delicately. When he spoke, his voice was cold to his own ears, something fierce and protective overwhelming him. “I beg your pardon?”

               Michael scoffed, shaking his head. There was nothing humorous about it.

               “Michael,” Max warned, but Michael was already seething.

               “I thought it was odd,” he said. “You’d known him for such a short time, yet you fell in love so quickly. Is that why, Alex? He could take better care of you than I could?”

               “Michael,” Isobel hissed, “enough.”

               “Is that why you wouldn’t even give me another chance?”

               Forrest stood at once, but Alex took his arm. He’d never seen Forrest’s glare so full of anger.

               “I will thank you,” Gregory said darkly, “to mind your manners, Michael.”

               “I’m sorry,” Michael said, crossing his arms on top of the table, his eyes on Alex. “I’m sorry that I’m the only one who will acknowledge that there is too much about Forrest that we don’t know. I’m sorry if I’m the only one who wishes to make certain that Alex is not throwing his life away at the first man to offer him comfort after heartbreak.”

               “No, you’re right,” Flint said, slumping in his seat. “I’d much rather my brother stay with someone who hurt him.”

               “Please,” Alex said quietly, and the table turned silent. He raised his chin and held Michael’s gaze. “Forrest saved my life in more ways than I could say. I did not know of his wealth until I’d already loved him, and even if I had, it wouldn’t have changed anything.”

               “Alex –”

               “You are a guest,” Alex told him sternly, “in my home. Forrest is my fiancé, and I expect you to treat him with respect.” His shoulders fell, his tone turned pleading. “I want you to be a part of my life, Michael. Please don’t make me push you out of it.”

               Michael stared back for a long moment, his jaw clenched. Then he stood, murmured an apology, and left.

               Forrest wrapped an arm around Alex’s shoulders, keeping him close. He pressed soft kisses to his ear, his cheek, his jaw as Gregory and Isobel made quick work of returning the rest of the table to cheerier conversation.

               Later that night, Alex woke in bed to find Forrest’s side empty. He sat up, looking through the house, and softly called for Forrest in the shop. When he did not find his fiancé at home, panic began to rise in his chest until he forced it down. His father could not harm Forrest any longer, yet Alex knew he would not rest until he saw his love’s face again.

               Realizing there was only one place Forrest could be, Alex quickly threw on a coat and his boots, and made his way down to the shore. There, with his knees pulled up to his chest amongst the waves, sat Forrest, staring out at the ocean. His blue seashell glittered at his neck.

               Alex hesitated, then came and sat beside him.

               “Are you upset with me?” were his first words.

               Forrest frowned. “What in the soundless seas for?”

               “The dinner,” he said. “I told Michael I – I wanted him in my life.”

               A smirk tugged at Forrest’s lips. “That is no secret, Alex. I’ve known it since before I met you. Don’t you remember?”

               Alex did. Forrest had told him that that was when he had first fallen in love with him; when he’d heard Alex speaking of Michael to the stars.

               “Forrest,” he said, “I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. Stronger than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

               Forrest chuckled. “You dove into the ocean to save me, Alex. I don’t question your love.”

               “Yet you’re here,” he said, his chin on Forrest’s shoulder, “instead of in bed with me.”

               Forrest turned to him, kissing his nose. “I fear the mess of my thoughts might’ve troubled your sleep.”

               “I am only troubled when you are not there,” he murmured, and kissed Forrest’s shoulder.

               “You will never regret me?” asked Forrest.

               Alex clenched his jaw. “You are a king. I am a mere human. What could I possibly offer you?”

               Forrest cupped Alex’s cheek fiercely, his hold tight. He let his hand fall down Alex’s jaw, his neck, and settled on his opened coat collar. As he leaned in, he whispered the words, as though he was shocked Alex did not know the answer already.

               “You.”

               Before Alex could say anything else, Forrest kissed him. Their lips pressed together again and again, and when Alex felt Forrest’s tongue slide against his own, a moan escaped his lips. When Forrest began kissing down his chin, his neck, Alex looked around to make certain that no one was watching. But then this was the middle of the night. He didn’t think anyone would be awake for hours.

               The waves turned suddenly warm as they washed around Forrest and Alex, as their kisses deepened, as Forrest’s fingers undid the buttons of Alex’s coat and gently pushed him onto his back. The kisses turned rougher, more eager, and Alex felt as though they would never move away from one another again.

               Alex released a breathy moan as he ran his hands up Forrest’s naked back. He imagined them, lying nude on the beach, Forrest thrusting into him, licking a line along his neck, the cold quickly turning to heat so thick that Alex couldn’t breathe and was happy to suffocate.

               He ran his hands down Forrest’s bare cheeks, urging him in deeper. He was so in love he could hardly stand it. This man, bathed in moonlight and showered with drops of the ocean, was to be his husband.

               Alex took Forrest’s face in his hands and kissed him as he’d never kissed anyone before. Forrest was all his, the beautiful merman of blue and gold belonged to him. He never imagined, that year ago when he’d first embarked on his father’s voyage, that he would find such joy. When he’d fallen over the ship’s edge and his world had changed forever.

               The ocean waves hit the shore with a gentle shushing sound, protecting Alex and Forrest from searching eyes. They were safe here, Alex was safe here. With Forrest, with the ocean, with the life he’d been given when it seemed he’d been destined to drown.

               “Hold on tight to me,” Forrest told him. And so Alex did.

#alex manes #forrest long #forlex #forlex fic #forlex fanfic #forlex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #forlex angst #forlex fluff #tyler blackburn #christian antidormi

[notsowrites]

All I've Ever Wanted

for @manescosmic based on this: " "I just want to be his," Michael whispered tearfully. "It's all I've ever wanted."

A/N: i changed the dialogue from the prompt a bit, because this is just how my brain works. Hope you like it! 💜

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Isobel glares at him the moment the world melts away and they enter her mindscape, and Michael knows he's fucked. He thought he could hold off longer, ignore her questions and looks.

"This isn't fair, Iz."

"Three days ago you were excited he was coming back!"

Michael knows that in or out of the mindscape, she's going to ask. His mood has been going south ever since he showed up at the bus stop.

And the worst part is, he's only angry at himself. For waiting, for not telling Alex sooner. For thinking that he could just show up and they could pick up again. They've been circling one another for years, was it any wonder Alex would move on with Forrest, the same way he'd tried to move on with Maria?

"Things change."

Isobel snorts. "Not this. You're still in love with him."

As if it was really just that simple.

"Since we were seventeen," he replies, not looking at her, but fidgeting with some tools on his workbench instead. The middle of the junkyard probably isn't the best place for Isobel to just yank him out of reality - there are at least five different ways just within reach for him to pull them out. "All I've wanted was to be his, Isobel." 

Her face softens, and he hates the mindscape. Hates the way it drags the truth out of you even when you would rather keep it buried.

"I went to the bus stop," he continues, stubbornly not looking at Isobel. She can have the truth, but he doesn't need her to see him cry over Alex Manes. "The day he got back. I was going to meet him, and maybe - I don't know, he and I could talk about where we could go from there. What a future for us would look like."

"Your mood says otherwise."

Michael sighs, fingers drifting over the cabinet that holds the metal windmill trickets Sanders made to remind him of the days he'd spent on the Long Farm with Nora and Louise.

Reminders of a happier time.

"He's dating Forrest Long."

Isobel rolled her eyes, which was not what Michael was expecting from her. "So they're dating, big deal. As long as there's no ring on their fingers saying otherwise, you still have a chance."

If only it were that simple though, Michael thought. Because nothing between them had ever been. Too many years of miscommunication and fighting. Maybe he'd missed his chance for good.

"I don't understand it, Iz. I tried," he says, trying to keep his voice steady but it coming out more akin to a whine, echoing the hurt in his soul, he knows. "I tried to move on. He wanted us to start over, he said he wanted us to be friends, and I thought - I thought we were. And everything was so good with Maria, I thought I could be happy."

God, he hates her mindscape sometimes.

"Why even drag me in here? It's not like you don't know how I feel about him!" He feels his anger bubbling up, pushing back against every truth he's about to spill.

"Because you don't talk about him, Michael." He notices her posture shift, not quite as rigid and controlling. "And I just want you to be happy."

Michael scoffs, throwing the screwdriver in his hands so it bangs against the back of the garage. "I don't get to be happy. I need to stop trying."

And just like that, they're back in the junkyard, and out of the mindscape. He hates being angry at Isobel, but he can't handle her meddling right now. It's not even a decision to brush past her and straight into the Airstream, slamming the door behind him as he feels tears spill down his cheeks.

She knows enough now, he thinks. Maybe she'll leave it alone for a while, stop bothering him about Alex. Let him wallow in his own mistakes.

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm fic #michael x isobel #mentions of malex and forlex #and lots and lots of angst #notso writes fanfic

[moviesbuff]

My fics:

Young Royals

Relationships: Malex - Isobel/Kyle (Kybel) - Alex & Isobel - Alex & Liz.

Young Royals AU (Prince Michael).

Anti Maria Deluca.

***

Grave Dangers

Relationships: Malex

Mr. Jones kidnaps Alex.

**

Forlex

Relationships: Forlex.

Jealous Guerin- Past Malex - Endgame Forlex - Good Guy Forrest Long

**

Taken

Relationship: Tarlos.

Kidnapped TK.

#malex fanfic #malex fanfiction #malex fic #malex angst #malex fluff #malex #forlex #forlex fanfiction #forlex fic #forlex fanfic #alex x forrest #anti maria deluca #alex manes #michael guerin #mr. jones #mr jones x alex #forrest long #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlos fanfic #tarlos fic #tarlos fanfiction #kybel #kybel fic #mine

[justlightlysedated]

Y'all, I don't want to unfollow some of you, but if i have to see 🌳🌲's face one more time cause y'all refuse to tag it properly, I'm gonna start unfollowing left and right

#like i get it #jealous michael is peak angst #but if i have to see alex smiling in woods general direction one more time #i am gonna commit murder #y'all got with the program real quick after miluca became a thing and i have literally not seen a single scene of theirs #in gif form since s2ep6 #so i expect the same with forlex or else

[thedooristhebluecushion]

Michael accidentally finds himself on a fact finding mission with Alex. He didn’t want this...

#roswell new mexico #roswell #Roswell Nm #michael guerin #alex manes #Michael x Alex #my fic #Malex #malex fanfiction #malex fic #malex angst #malex fluff #there is some forlex #forlex

[litwitlady]

this godforsaken mess

Read on AO3.

Warnings: Casual homophobia/biphobia - angst

Angst Prompt #1 - ‘I don’t love you anymore.’

I don’t love you anymore, I don’t love you anymore, I don’t love you anymore. Alex recites the words in his head over and over again, hoping that at some point in the very near future he’ll believe them. But the clock is ticking and the sound of an old Chevy engine is growing louder by the second.

Michael pulls into Alex’s driveway and shuts his engine off. Alex stands in front of him, haloed by his headlights. They stare at each other through the windshield for far too long before Michael opens his door and slides out of the truck. It’s been one week since they last saw each other. And nearly eight since they’ve properly spoken.

Alex stuffs his hands in his pockets. ‘Thanks for doing this on such short notice.’ He doesn’t wait for a response, just turns his back to Michael and walks to his Explorer. It was supposed to be Forrest with him tonight, but he’d been called away to New York on book business. Finding a replacement date at 5:30 pm on a Friday afternoon proved impossible, until he’d done the unthinkable and called Michael.

He’d wanted to cancel - had dialed his CO’s number multiple times without pressing send. Alex had turned her down so many times before that canceling last minute seemed rude and childish and possibly ruinous to his career. But showing up dateless to a dinner party with several other couples seemed ruinous to his mental health, so he’d called everyone in his contacts list.

This whole night promises to end in disaster. He looks up as Michael walks towards the passenger side of his SUV and notices for the first time what he’s wearing. Or more accurately, what he’s not wearing. There’s no audacious belt buckle, no cowboy hat, no grease anywhere he can see. His jeans are new - dark wash denim and so perfectly snug that Alex wonders if they’ve been tailored. And instead of his usual button-up, Michael’s in a v-neck sweater - black cashmere from the looks of it. How Isobel got him to wear any of this is beyond Alex’s comprehension. ‘You look good.’

Michael shuts the door and stares at him. ‘Isobel forced me into Max’s clothes. The sweater’s itchy and the jeans are too long.’ He glances down to where the ends of his pants are cuffed. Same old worn boots on his feet. 

That tiny piece of Michael makes Alex smile. ‘But not the boots, huh?’

‘Over my dead body.’ Michael risks smiling back. ‘You look good, too. But you always look good.’

Alex has to force himself to drag his eyes away, distracting himself with turning his key in the ignition. ‘Again, Michael. Thank you so much.’ The engine roars to life. ‘It’s more than I had any right to ask.’

‘No more apologies. Just fill me in on what I need to know to survive the night. She’s your boss, right?’ He pulls down the sun visor, messing with his hair while avoiding catching his own eye in the mirror. 

‘Commanding Officer, yes. Major Denise Williams. Her husband’s name is Dan. There will be several other couples there - none of them military. All of them heterosexual. Everyone knows I’m gay and in a relationship. You’re a friend helping out last minute.’ Alex hopes none of the small talk ventures too close to their past. But the fear pooling in his stomach knows they’re going to be asked several uncomfortable questions. 

‘Are we ex-lovers or do we avoid that entirely?’ Michael flips the sun visor shut and turns his gaze out the window. ‘To be honest, Alex. I’m not in the mood to lie.’

‘No lying. I loved you and you loved me. It didn’t work. We’re trying to be friends.’ The air in the SUV thickens. Michael shifts in the leather seat, crossing his ankles. ‘Hopefully, that will make the conversation awkward enough to shut everyone up.’

Michael nods and returns his focus outside. The rest of the drive is silent. Not even the radio filling the spaces between them.

The Major’s house is modest in size but well-tended. The yard mostly rock except for the occasional plot of prettily landscaped desert flowers and shrubbery. One large pinyon pine anchoring the space and providing a fair amount of late afternoon shade. Alex parks on the street behind a Subaru and cuts the engine. ‘You ready?’

‘I hope that’s a rhetorical question.’ Michael opens his door and slides out. Waits for Alex to walk around and join him. ‘You and I both know we aren’t ready for this.’ They share a meaningful look and step together towards the front door.

Alex raises a finger to press the doorbell, but the door swings open before he gets the chance. ‘Captain Manes, so good to see you again.’ Dan Williams extends his hand which Alex shakes. 

‘You too, Dan. This is my friend, Michael Guerin.’ He motions to Michael who also extends his hand.

‘Nice to meet you, Michael. Come inside, you two. Denise is in the kitchen with our other guests.’ They cross the threshold and follow Dan into the kitchen, taking in their surroundings as they go. Michael making sure to note any exits in case a quick getaway is needed. Alex smirks at him, knowing exactly what he’s up to.

‘No crawling out of any windows, please,’ he mutters under his breath. 

Michael smirks back at him. ‘No promises.’

‘Alex!’ A middle-aged blond woman greets them, lipsticked grin spread wide across her face and not at all what Michael had expected. She’s happily plump and her warmth radiates throughout the room. ‘And you must be Michael.’

‘Thank you for inviting us, Major. We got you a little something.’ He hands her a bottle of wine. ‘Dan texted me your favorite brand.’ 

She takes the bottle of Cabernet and pulls him into a hug. ‘No Major or Captain tonight. Just Denise and Alex. And thank you for the wine. I can be quite the lush when I’m off duty.’ She winks and Michael cannot believe this woman is in the Air Force. ‘Now come meet everyone.’

Denise introduces them to two other couples. Mark and Silvia who are close to Michael and Alex’s age. Bobby and Tally who are about ten years older. Everyone is pleasant and polite, spending most of the conversation focused on discussing the Williams’ bathroom rehab and their desire to put a pool in next summer. Michael gladly accepts a beer and Alex takes a glass of wine. They keep to the edges of the conversation, rarely offering more than a nod or a hum of agreement.

Somewhere along the way, they subconsciously press together - shoulder to hip. Oblivious until Tally smiles at them and asks the first devastating question of the night. ‘How long have you two been dating?’

Michael and Alex leap apart from each other like they’ve been burned. Alex cuts his eyes to Denise who steps in to save them. ‘I’m sorry, Alex. I forgot to inform everyone before you arrived.’ She turns to the group. ‘Alex’s boyfriend had to go out of town last minute. Michael is a good friend giving up his Friday evening to save Alex from facing us alone.’

Alex smiles his thanks and exchanges a look with Michael. ‘We used to date. In high school, mostly. Never worked out.’ It’s a version of the truth.

‘So, you’re both gay?’ Mark asks, innocently. Sipping at his own glass of wine.

‘I’m bisexual, actually.’ Michael answers, hiding his annoyance with a practiced ease.

The oven timer buzzes and Dan claps his hands. ‘Dinner’s ready. Everyone go grab a seat at the table.’ He shuffles everyone but Michael and Alex into the dining room. 

Denise pulls the roast chicken from the oven and then takes them aside. ‘I’m so sorry. That whole conversation was my fault. I should have explained everything before you arrived. I guess I know why you’ve been avoiding this for so long, Alex.’

Alex does his best to fake a smile. ‘It’s okay, Major. I’ve handled worse.’ 

Dan returns to grab the chicken. Denise moves to follow him out of the kitchen. ‘Take a breather. Join us when you’re ready.’ She pats both of them on the arm and disappears.

‘I’m so sorry. We can leave it you want. She’d never hold it against me.’ He mindlessly gathers a fistful of Michael’s shirt and starts to tug him towards the front door. ‘I can text her from outside.’

Michael grabs hold of his waist. ‘Hey, stop. I’m okay. We’re okay. Like you said, we’ve handled way worse. Casual homophobia with a side of biphobia tainted with a shitload of ignorance? Piece of cake.’

That earns him a small smile. ‘Casual bigotry always feels particularly heinous.’ 

Neither is sure how they end up with their arms wrapped around each other, but regardless, that’s where they land. Hugged tightly together in a strange kitchen. The moment oddly intimate and entirely devoid of sex. They take a long moment to breathe one another in and relax. ‘I like Denise. I bet she’s a good boss. Not at all what I’d imagined.’ 

Reluctantly, Alex pulls away. He has trouble meeting Michael’s eye, standing so close. ‘She is a good boss. It’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to mix the professional with the personal. But everyone in my unit has been to one of her dinners. I couldn’t keep saying no.’

‘And it was supposed to be Forrest with you. The incredibly charming boyfriend who never lets anything ruffle his feathers. And who can spend endless hours talking about his research in a way that makes everyone swoon.’ Michael rolls his eyes good-naturedly.  

‘Maybe you could regale them with your expertise on rebuilding engines. Or applied mathematics. Drug them all to sleep with your brilliance.’ Michael laughs loudly and from out of nowhere Alex wants to kiss him. Rarely has he ever wanted to kiss anyone so desperately. He white knuckles the counter behind him to keep himself from taking a step further, palms sweating and heart racing. I don’t love you anymore, I don’t love you anymore, I don’t love you anymore.

The chant hadn’t worked at the beginning of the night and it’s not working now.

Michael tilts his head towards the dining room. ‘Let’s go eat.’

Dinner goes well, the food is excellent. Alex and Michael get to fade into the background for a while as talk returns to home repair and upcoming travel plans. A little extra alcohol doesn’t hurt either. Alex notices they both drink enough to get a decent buzz going and to calm their nerves. Everyone at the table well ahead of them anyway. Alex is pretty positive the Air Force would frown upon his CO plying him with so much free booze, but he’s not planning on telling anyone so he takes another sip of wine.

Eventually, Silvia turns to Alex. ‘Denise tells us that you’re dating Forrest Long. I’ve seen him around town and know he’s helping his uncle out on the farm. How did you two meet?’

He can feel Michael bristle next to him. But there’s nothing he can do about that and his answer’s certainly not going to help either. ‘Through Michael, actually. They got to know each other at the local library, fighting over the microfiche reader.’

‘Oh, that’s so interesting. What were you researching at the library, Michael? If you don’t mind my asking, of course.’ Everyone turns their attention to Michael, and Alex mentally chastises himself. 

‘Nothing special. Some family history and the 1947 UFO crash. Forrest was doing the same for his book.’ They all nod their heads and return to eating.

‘That’s sweet.’ Denise raises her glass to them. ‘Most exes can barely stand being in the same room together and here you two are playing matchmaker for each other. The only thing I ever wanted to do with one of my exes was fling them into the sun.’ She smiles across the table at her husband and everyone raises their glasses, laughing in agreement.

‘We’re not as well-adjusted as we sound. I’ve wanted to fling him into the sun more times than I can count. And I’m sure the same is true for him.’ Alex chuckles along with the group and glances at Michael. They smile fondly at each other and Michael takes another risk, placing his hand on Alex’s thigh underneath the table.

‘Yeah, but if I ever flung you into the sun, I’d just build a spaceship to go get you back.’ He squeezes Alex’s knee and his eyes soften.

‘Me, too.’ He plants his hand on top of Michael’s and the rest of the room fades away. It is the closest Alex has ever come to cheating on someone. 

Dan clears his throat and they both jerk their heads in his direction. ‘Were you each other’s first loves?’

Michael starts talking before Alex manages to find suitable words. ‘Yes. We were two really soft kids with rough upbringings who found a home in each other. However briefly.’ The table falls silent until Mark begins the story of how he and his wife met working as lifeguards during college.

Dinner ends soon after. Dan and Denise making everyone a plate of food to take home and wishing everyone a goodnight. Denise waves to Michael, but pulls Alex aside. ‘He’s a sweet boy, Alex. I’m glad I got to meet him.’ She stares at him for a beat too long, eyebrows furrowed. ‘May I offer you some unsolicited advice? Please feel free to tell me to fuck off.’

Alex’s eyes widen at her swear. She laughs and shakes her head. ‘I never dreamed of being in the Air Force. And I sure as shit never intended to become a lifer. But life has a funny way of sending us down the right path - no matter how hard we fight against it.’ She gives him one last knowing look. ‘I’ll see you on Monday morning. Tell Michael I think he’s a delight.’

When Alex gets back to his Explorer, Michael is leaning against the driver’s side door. ‘Your keys.’ He’s holding out his hand.

‘I can drive.’ But even he has to admit the world is spinning slightly and his steps are more than little wobbly. Michael doesn’t pull his hand away. ‘Fine.’ He slaps his keys in Michael’s palm. ‘How come you’re so sober?’

‘Years of practice, baby. Plus, after the first beer, I strategically switched to water.’ He smirks and unlocks the car. Michael’s a constant marvel and Alex misses him so much.

The ride home is once again silent. Alex dozes off and wakes up to discover Michael leaning over his lap to unfasten his seat belt. ‘I miss you.’ He doesn’t mean to say it. But he’s glad it’s out in the open now. 

Michael helps him slide out of his seat and plant his feet firmly on the ground. ‘That’s the wine talking. Just last week you avoided talking to me in the cereal aisle.’

‘I have to avoid you or something wrong will happen.’ Michael ignores him and walks him to his front door, using his telekinesis to click the deadbolt open. All Alex’s security lights turn on, flooding his patio with bright, blinding light. Returning some of his sense to him and flaming his cheeks with embarrassment. ‘I’m sorry. You’re right. I had too much wine.’

Michael nods, letting the whole thing go with a shrug. ‘You okay on your own?’

‘Yeah. Thanks again. For everything. I owe you.’ Alex wants to hug him. Wants to kiss him back in time to the moment right before he’d kissed Forrest that first time. But he doesn’t do either. ‘Goodnight, Michael.’

‘Night, Alex.’ He turns and strides to his truck. The darkness of night stealing him from Alex’s sight.

The Chevy disappears down the street, the chug of the engine growing fainter as the stars shine overhead. And Alex tries one last time. I don’t love you anymore, I don’t love you anymore, I don’t love you anymore.

#malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #background forlex #angst #angst prompts

[captainsassmanes]

"I’m a big boy I can handle being dumped, Michael. I’m not falling apart, I’m not lonely. I’m just looking for something real” malex angst

Alex couldn’t help but squirm in his seat, Forrest ignorantly chatting across the table about the progress he’d made with his book. They’d come to the Pony so Forrest could perform in another open mic night despite the fact that Alex would rather be almost anywhere else.

Forrest’s set was great, Alex’s cheeks flushing at the lines of his poetry obviously meant for him. But he’d been distracted most of the night, surprised and thrown off kilter by Michael. They hadn’t seen much of each other the last few weeks, Alex desperately trying to shake off his last memory of Michael and his airstream, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Aside from a few unanswered texts, Alex assumed Michael understood where his head was at and was giving him the space he needed. Based on the near constant staring he’d done all night, however, Alex was definitely starting to doubt that. 

When Forrest headed up to the bar to get another round from a fumbling Max, Alex took the opportunity to head to the restroom. As he was washing his hands, the door opened and, without looking, he knew exactly who entered. The smell of oil and rain filled the cramped space and Alex found his breath caught in his throat.

“Nazi guy? Really? You’ve been avoiding me for Nazi guy?”

Alex grabbed a few paper towels and shook his head. “Forrest. And he’s not why I’ve been avoiding you.”

“Oh,” Michael leaned against the doorway, arms crossed and pelvis pushed out. Alex ignored the voice that screamed at him to just give in and touch. “So you are avoiding me.”

Alex met his gaze and searched for the joke, tried to figure out why Michael could consistently dismiss how Alex felt. He scoffed before answering, “of course I am, Michael.”

Michael’s cocky smirk dropped, replaced by concern and confusion. “Why?”

He reached for the door handle but Michael stepped in front of it. “Alex, why?”

Taking a deep breath, Alex glanced at the ceiling, unable to keep looking at the man who split him in two and seemed to have no idea. 

“It’s not the same anymore. Everything changed.” It was just a whisper but Michael clearly heard him, eyes glazing over and taking a step back as though he’d been slapped.

“I thought we were okay...”

“Well we’re not.”

“So you run to Long?”

Alex sighed. “I’m a big boy. I can handle being dumped, Michael. I’m not falling apart. I’m not lonely. I’m just looking for something real. You made sure I knew I wouldn’t find that with you.”

Clearing his throat, Michael reached out for Alex’s arm but Alex shifted his weight, moving just out of reach. 

“I think we’re just not on the same page here, Private. We just need to-”

“How many times did you think you could tell me you didn’t want me before I finally accepted it?” He looked at his boots, taking deep breaths, refusing to get emotional in a piece of shit bathroom. He’d cried too much for Michael already. “That night, the next morning? Everything fell into place for me. You chose Maria and, let’s be honest, if it wasn’t her it’d be someone else. It’ll never be me. I get that now.”

Michael’s mouth hung open. His lips moved but he made no sound. Alex just shook his head. 

Enough.

“My date’s waiting. See you around, Guerin.”

#Roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #angst #forlex #references to 2x6 #maria mentions #drabble #thank you for the prompt!

[caitlesshea]

35 for forlex please!

35. You get flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar.

When he meets Alex it feels like fate. Forrest is pretty sure Alex is the most beautiful man he’s ever seen. It isn’t until he sees the blue flower on the back of Alex’s hand that matches up with a scar Forrest got when he was fifteen that he knows for sure. Alex Manes is his soulmate. 

Forrest smiles sadly at Alex when he realizes it, as they sit across from each other in the Crashdown, laughing over Forrest’s newest poem. 

“You okay?” Alex asks as he dips another fry in his milkshake, beautiful smile on display. 

“Yeah, sorry.” Forrest shakes his head, rubbing up and down his arms covered by his leather jacket. They’re always covered. 

“You know you can take off your jacket right?” Alex chuckles. “You’re hot. I mean if you’re hot.” 

“You think I’m hot?” Forrest smirks as Alex blushes. 

“You know you are.” Alex says a little exasperated.

“It’s the hair right?” 

“The blue definitely does it for me.” 

Forrest laughs, warmed through at the easy banter they’ve always had with each other. He sobers after a moment thinking of his own flowers on his skin. The ones littering his body, most noticeable on his arms and legs. Only now realizing the ring of them around his right leg, below the knee, must be where Alex’s leg ends. 

“Hey.” Alex grabs his hand and squeezes. “Where’d you go?”

“Can we get out of here?”

“Uhh sure?”

“I just. I have to show you something but I don’t want to do it here.”

“Okay. I know where we can go.” Alex says as he takes them up to the roof of the Crashdown citing being childhood friends with the Ortecho sisters so of course he’s allowed.

“So what did you want to show me?” 

Forrest starts to take his jacket off and Alex laughs.

“We could’ve gone back to my place if I knew...”

Alex stops talking the second Forrest takes off his jacket. Forrest loves his tattoos, flowers that he’s been getting since he was young, aptly fitting his name. It wasn’t until he was a teenager that he realized you only get a flower when your soulmate gets a scar. 

“There’s more, but I don’t think you need to see those right now, do you?” 

“No.” Alex whispers as he brushes his fingers lightly over some of Forrest’s tattoos. This close Forrest can see the faint scars covering Alex’s arms, mirror images to Forrest’s flowers.

“Alex?”

“Your leg?” Alex clears his throat. “What does your leg look like?”

Forrest bends down and rolls up his right pant leg. There’s a ring of flowers around his right calf, and falling petals that fall down to his foot. 

“And when did you get that one?” Alex asks quietly.

“You really need me to say it?”

“No.” Alex whispers as Forrest stands up and pulls Alex towards him. 

“They’re beautiful.” Alex says as he rubs his hands over Forrest’s right arm, tracing the flowers there. 

Forrest looks up into Alex’s eyes, more in love than he has any right to be, knowing that he’s only as beautiful as this man next to him.

“No, sweetheart. You are.”

#forlex #roswell new mexico #just some forlex fluff because i can #i will write angst for them one of these days #thanks for the prompt!!!!

[paintoverthepain]

Alex was in the middle of making breakfast while looking into some of his documents regarding Project Sheppard and Deep Sky. All morning he’d felt this restlessness in his body. Actually, he’d been feeling on edge ever since he talked to his father in the bunker the other day. Something wasn’t right. Something was never right on the topic of Jesse Manes, but this time it felt different. He was up to something. Alex isn’t stupid. He wasn’t buying whatever he was trying to sell with that cane and day drinking.

A sudden knock on the front door made him jump a little. He closed the documents and put them aside before walking towards the door to see who it was.

“Morning sunshine.” Forrest was standing outside with the sweetest grin on his face. Both of his hands behind his back. Alex returned the smile

“Hey you. You’re early.” He said and moved aside to let him in.

“But it’s perfect timing. I’m making breakfast, if you want some?” He said and closed the door behind them.

“Oh, I can’t stay long. I just wanted to see you before leaving for work.” Forrest said while leaning in to fully greet him with a kiss on the cheek.

“And to give you these.” He added before reaching a bouquet of flowers towards Alex. Alex was stunned, staring at the flowers in astonishment. His chest suddenly became tight and he looked up at Forrest. No one has ever given him flowers before.

“W-what, I-“ Alex was speechless as he reached out and took the bouquet. Forrest chuckled and placed both of his hands on either side of Alex’s shoulders.

“Maybe it’s cliché, but I thought since we’ve been dating for two months, I figured I might as well.” He said with a shy smirk and shrugged. Alex shook his head in disbelief as he took a whiff of the flowers. Red tulips actually. Alex smiled lovingly. A declaration of love, he thought.

“I don’t even know what to say.” Alex stared deeply into Forrest’s eyes before leaning in, kissing him passionately. He had his arms around his neck, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened and Alex felt his heart burst with joy.

“You don’t have to say anything. I just wanted to show you my appreciation.” Forrest said, resting his forehead against Alex’s. He was blushing now.

“Also, I swear I’m not usually this sappy.” Forrest chuckled and tried to hide his own flushed cheeks. Alex laughed and shook his head.

“Now that’s a lie, or have you forgotten about you serenading me at Planet 7. Or that time you accidently admitted that you cried watching A walk to remember-“ Forrest cackled and pushed himself away far enough to stare at Alex who was grinning from ear to ear.

“Damn right I did, and I’d do it again.” He said confidently as he crossed his arms, not hiding any shame. Alex, still chuckling, pulled Forrest towards him again by his waist and leaning in for a gentle kiss.

“Thank you.” He said wholeheartedly, as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes. Completely and hopelessly in love with each other.

As Forrest was ready to leave for work, Alex promised to buy him dinner later that night. After they kissed goodbye, he closed the door behind him and started looking for a vase for the flowers.

It was around four in the afternoon when Alex heard knocking on his door again. He’d just come out of the shower. He quickly threw on a pair of sweatpants and placed the towel over his shoulders as he walked towards the front door. When he opened, he was half expecting to see Forrest, and not a distressed Michael.

“Guerin?” He said, frowning upon seeing him. Michael was not prepared to be met with a half-naked Alex, still wet from his shower. He glanced him up and down, taking in this image of him.

“What’s going on?” Alex asked concerned, as he didn’t get any response at first. Michael cleared his throat and looked up at Alex.

“Hey. Got time?” He asked. Alex nodded quietly as he stepped aside, allowing Michael to enter.

“What’s this about? Did something happen?” Alex asked while staring at Michael, trying to read his expression. He sighed deeply and threw his arms out in frustration.

“I don’t know. It’s Maria… She’s acting out again.”

Alex took a deep breath and stared down at the floor. He wasn’t exactly sure why Michael came to him about this. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to hear about their disputes.

“I don’t know what you want me to do about that. You know her, she’s fierce and got strong opinions.” Alex started, but Michael shook his head while looking away.

“Actually, she broke up with me.” He said. Alex’s expression softened and he looked at him with a woeful look.

“I’m really sorry.” And truly, he was sorry, but at the same time not. Not because he didn’t pity him, but because he and everyone else could see that Michael and Maria were like oil and water.

“What happened?” Alex scratched the back of his neck, not sure he was prepared to have this conversation. Michael looked back up at Alex, his eyes looking tired than ever, before he started pacing around the living room.

“She said she never knew where my head was at, and especially not my heart.” He finally said, glancing quickly back at Alex, who just stared at him with furrowed brows.

“She keeps asking me about you.” He added, not making eye contact with Alex anymore.

Alex raised his brows as he realized what was going on.

“And what did you say?” He crossed his arms, not really wanting an answer. Michael was still pacing, eyes flickering around the room. He wasn’t sure what to reply, because either way it would be a lie.

“Michael?” Alex sighed, trying to get his attention. Suddenly Michael’s pacing came to a halt, his eyes glued to the table next to the sofa. He furrowed his brows and walked closer.

“Since when did you become a florist enthusiast?” Michael asked jokingly, trying to change the subject. Alex stared at the bouquet of flowers he got this morning and took a deep breath as Michael looked at the tag that was stuck in between the flowers. “You deserve the world, but unfortunately it wasn’t for sale, so I got you these instead. – Love, F” Alex’s hands was starting to sweat as he watched the color drain from Michael’s face.

“Who’s F?” He asked confused, still holding the tag in his hands. The cat was out of the bag now, so might as well commit. Alex straightened his back and raised his chin up.

“Forrest… Forrest Long.” Alex answered shortly, still keeping his focus on Michael’s face. He looked down at the flowers one more time before turning around, facing Alex.

“Wait, nazi guy? From the Long farm?” he asked, more confused than ever. Alex clenched his jaw and nodded. Michael put the bouquet down and walked over to Alex.

“I don’t- I don’t understand. I didn’t even know you were still in touch with him.” Alex could visibly see the hurt and confusing in his eyes, but decided to not let it affect him. Instead he crossed his arms and shrugged.

“You never asked, so I never told… But now you know.”

“You’re dating?” Michael asked, swallowing down a lump in his throat.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, we have a dinner date this evening.” Alex didn’t see any point in sugarcoating it. Michael took a deep breath and looked away, scratching his chin.

“Hm, dinners, dates, flowers… Seems serious.” He said with a stern look, trying to play it off as not a big deal. Alex scoffed and took the towel he still had hanging around his neck and tossed it on the nearest chair.

“We’ve been dating for two months, so yeah. I’m considering it serious.” Alex said, leaning back against the chair. Michael just huffed, a bittersweet sneer formed on his face.

“Right, right…” He was gritting his teeth now, trying not to let it get to him. Alex rolled his eyes.

“Seriously? You come to me, talking about your ups and downs with Maria, but as soon as I move on from you with someone who actually likes me, and now you’re gritting your teeth over it?” Alex shook his head in frustration. Michael’s heart felt heavy in his chest, his eyes burning, but he was determined not to cry.

“I’m happy for you.” Michael could have bit his tongue. Alex scoffed again and tried to force a smile.

“Very convincing.” Michael was fighting his tears now as he walked up to Alex.

“You deserve to be happy, and for someone to make you happy.” Michael finally said, biting his lip. Alex smiled genuinely this time.

“But I’m not so sure this Forrest guy can give you what you want, or need.” Alex’s smile faltered as he scowled back at Michael, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Yeah? And what do you know about my wants and needs, Guerin?” Alex shot back, sick of this conversation already. Michael swallowed hard and opened his mouth as to say something, but Alex have had enough. He walked towards the door and held it open.

“If you don’t mind, I have to get ready for dinner now.” Michael felt defeat, as he took one last glance at the flowers, and then Alex, before he walked out the door.

Alex covered his face with his hands and let out a deep breath. What a disaster. Michael had no right to feel threatened or jealous. Alex had given him multiple chances, but he chose Maria over him, because he wanted a simpler relationship and an easier life. And Alex, as heartbreaking as it was, had to accept that and respect his choice. But that didn’t mean that Alex wasn’t allowed to ever feel happiness or love, which is something he gets from Forrest.  

With a bitter taste in his mouth, Alex finally got ready for his date.

#roswell new mexico #rnm #forlex #malex #alex manes #forrest long #michael guerin #forlex fic #fic #boy do i love me some angst #angst

[the-innefable-idiot]

You’ve made your choice, my love

Hello yall!

This is my first fic EVER posted and I am quite excited!!! 

Since this is my first time doing this, I am still lost on technicalities, but I am learning. This fic is almost 1.8k words and I am SO PROUD huisadhdsuisda

Here is the AO3 link. Since I am used to ONLY read stories there, I still don't know what I am doing, so please HLEP. 

Also, bear in mind English is not my first language and I didn’t beta it, so every feedback is welcome. I am talking not only plot and characterization, but also grammar and punctuation.

I have a 3k fic on the way, it just needs some tweaks here and there. It has a polyamory take on the Forrest/Alex/Michael dynamics from another fic by @spaceskam. 

This fic in particular was the following prompt by @tookmetwice: “Guerin sees Forrest coming out of Alex’s house and Alex kissing him goodbye. The ensuing conversation where Alex tells Guerin to fuck off and that he’s no longer his fucking doormat.”

Please, enjoy!

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You’ve made your choice, my love

Alex woke up to a light snoring by his side. This time Forrest was the big spoon and Alex felt good, safe. He tried to get out of bed without waking up the historian, but military men shared the trait of light sleep.

"Good morning." Forrest said lazily while stretching. "What are the plans for today, captain?"

"First and foremost, take a shower. Every time you convince me to stay in bed after sex and everytime I regret later when we get all sticky and gross." Alex said while reaching for his crutches. Forrest grabbed him by his hips and tried to bring him back to bed. "Then we’ll have a nice breakfast you will cook, by the way, and then you’ll go to the library to continue your research while I go do my secret Mr. Robot stuff at the base."

Forrest went for a kiss, but ended up kissing Alex hair as he turned his head. Alex stood up and went to the bathroom, but came back a few seconds later with a fake exasperation.

"You can come, but let it be known I’m doing this only to save water."

Both men tried their hardest to keep the act, but Alex couldn't stop laughing when Forrest tried to fling himself out of bed and ended up falling on the floor, his feet tangled on the covers. Once back on his feet, the historian followed the man to the shower.

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After going through their morning plans, Forrest was ready to leave. He was by the door when Alex pulled him to a passionate kiss. They were in what was considering "the honeymoon phase" and Alex was discovering the wonderful world of public display of affection. Lately he has been the one initiating the platonic touches in public, experimenting his limits in many different places and scenarios. If Alex kept going like this, they would be snuggling in The Wild Pony in no time.

Even though Alex was the one pushing Forrest to go to the library, he was also the one holding him at the door with kisses that made Forrest's legs feel like jello. 

"Text me when you are done in the library. I really really want to drink a milkshake." Alex said fondly, their faces not too far from each other, while his fingers were running through the blue hair, taking them away from Forrest's eyes.

"Yes, captain.” Forrest said smiling, channeling all the energy he had to get out of the sweet embrace Alex had him in. God, he could stay like that till the end of time. “Love you, captain." He whispered before leaving. Forrest heard the other man shout a "love you too, dork" as he entered his car. When he turned it on, he heard a loud noise coming from nowhere in specific. Someone must've broken something heavy made out of glass somewhere nearby.

As Forrest turned the car and got out of sight, Alex face changed. His smile and relaxed demeanor turned into a stiff posture. He knew the glass, wherever it was, didn't shatter naturally. He knew the source for it before even seeing him walking by. He was way too familiar with the light curls, the cowboy swag and the smell of rain that came after shattered glass.

"A Manes man being all lovey-dovey with a Long." Michael had a bitterness in his voice that just made Alex fell so tired. "I must wonder what circle of hell I am in."

"Damn it Guerin, why do you make this so hard? I thought we were getting better at the whole 'sup bro' thing"

"You do know what the Longs did to Liz' family, right?"

"Oh yeah Guerin, because the main take away from our lives is that bloodlines define who we are entirely. Not a chance to be different. Sure, congratulations for you. Do you want a fucking gold star?"

Michael was taken aback by Alex' outburst. He was so focused on his own frustrations that he didn't think Alex would return the sentiment.

"I’m just sayin’ it’s pretty convenient he showed up around the same time as your father. I didn't think you were the type that fell for the first hot piece of ass that crossed your way." Michael knew it was a low blow. He didn't want to admit he was doing it on purpose, a petty act of self-destruction, really. 

"Guerin, are you mad because I'm dating a Long or because I am finally falling in love with someone that isn't you?" The silence was deafening, and it was all Alex needed. "That's what I thought."

"Don’t blame me for this, Alex. What we had was good, fucking cosmic, and you kept running away."

"And yet the first time I am willing to change, the one time I go after you to give us a chance, you leave me behind and choose another person the next day."

"How could've I known you were willing to change? I was so used to you leaving that I couldn't believe you."

"I told you things that night I never told anyone by then. You know how hard it was for me admitting those things." Alex sighed, running his hand through his hair. He was getting louder, so he focused to soften his voice for his next words, which he would maintain for the rest of the conversation "I know Max was in danger that night. I mean, he fucking died and that scarred you. I get it. But you told me to come back the next day and I did. And I waited. And waited. And waited while you were with Maria. You made your choice."

"I..."

"Shut up, Guerin. After that day you made sure I knew who you had chosen. You chose Maria over and over and over again, and I never complained. It hurt, but I tried my best to support you both. That means being a fucking adult."

"I never looked away, Alex."

"Yes, Guerin, you never looked away, but you also never went after me. You never chose me the same way you choose her. I never got to say goodbye the first time I left because you chose to be in jail." Alex was letting out all the resentment, hidden for years, locked in a deep place that he never dared to open. Until now.  "You... knew you had the power to change my mind, you knew that we could come up with a plan to run away together."

Alex sighed, all the frustration now turning into exhaustion.

"I wanted to tell you I was leaving to escape my family, not you. That in a year or so I’d be back, luckily with a good salary, and that we could get the hell out of here. I was going to beg for you to stay put for me, but you chose to be locked up instead."

Tears threatened to fall, but Michael was determined not to cry. He knew what Alex was talking about, pillow talk back then consisted on fantasizing what was just said, but Michael was a coward and always chose the easier path. Now he sees he's been paying the price for it.

"You loved me and I loved you, Michael. Hell, I think this conversation only proves we still love each other. But what I am discovering with Forrest is that sometimes love is not enough. A relationship requires tenderness, respect, vulnerability. We never had the chance for this. We were drowning in trauma after trauma and we couldn't handle it back then."

Michael dropped his shoulder, suddenly feeling the weight of everything he has ever done. Alex managed to put into words what was going on between them both since the beginning, and Michael hated it, because they were true.

"Guerin, we were cosmic the same way black holes consume the light out of the stars around it. It wasn't healthy. It still isn't. And I won't accept your jealous outbursts because I am choosing someone that isn't you. Of all people, you won't be the person that makes me feel guilty for being with Forrest. I won’t allow you to do this. Why can't you just be happy for me?"

What hurt the most for Michael wasn't the words coming out of Alex' mouth, but the way he was saying them. Alex wasn't angry, wasn't throwing things around or screaming at him. He was just tired. He was saying those things not to vengefully hurt Michael, but to confess something he has been carrying around for years, his voice was flat, almost emotionless. Michael would take a thousand a rage outbursts instead of this… emptiness.

"I don't want to lose you, Guerin, but I think we need to take a step back. Maybe you were right, and we are not ready to leave the tortured lust phase. You don't need to come in person here, just text me and I will answer you as soon as possible." Alex turned to close his door, but hesitated, pondering for a few moments what he was going to say next. "Once you accept I chose someone else, we can start socializing again. Just… get your shit together and we may try again the 'sup bro' stage, Michael."

And with that Alex closed the door, leaving Michael with his own thoughts. 

He doesn't quite remember getting in the truck and leaving Alex' house. He was supposed to meet Maria and Kyle for something, but apparently he sent them a text message saying he wouldn’t show up. He remembers driving to the middle of the desert and screaming until he lost his voice. He could feel losing control of his powers, the ground shaking and rocks violently flying around. He doesn't remember driving back to the airstream and collapsing on his tiny bed. He noticed his throat hurt moments before losing conscious, but he didn’t do anything about it, the pain was almost welcome. He woke up 20 hours later with a worried Isobel invading the place to see if he wasn't dead.

This problem has always been in the back of his mind, but now Alex brought it up to the surface and now Michael has no other option but to face it. Maybe he made the wrong choice the day Alex left for the military when they were teenagers. Maybe he made the wrong choice when he didn’t fight for Alex when he came back to Roswell a decade later. Maybe he made the wrong choice the day after his brother died. And now he has to confront the consequences alone.

The end

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Hope yall enjoyed!

#forlex #malex #but angst #imma put all the tags i can think of #because tumblrs tagging system is a mess #michael guerin #alex manes #forrest long #this is pretty much that gif from Captain Holt screaming VINDICATION to the arch balloon #roswell new mexico #rnm #roswell nm #fanfiction #ao3

[lire-casander]

a sequel to: just forget the world. because it's amazing and you rocked all of our world's with it. :)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY! 

When you asked for this sequel, I knew I had to gift it to you for your birthday. I hope you have a wonderful day, a great year ahead, and that you like this tiny ficlet I’ve written for you!

feel these slices and cuts

[title from Open Your Eyes by Snow Patrol]  [2,448 words] [malex (not quite there yet), forlex (literally over)] [alex manes, rosa ortecho, forrest long] [angst, mentions of a coma, mentions of breakup]  [unbeta’ed]

alex manages to save the day, again, but he still has to decide whether the cost is too high

< just forget the world

Alex is pacing the corridor outside the hospital room, tracing a pattern on the dusty floors, unable to remain seated inside longer. The sight of Michael lying unconscious seems taken out of his worst nightmares — more terrible than the dreams about war, more frightening than the memories of what used to be — and Alex can only take this strife in small doses before it chokes him up and threatens to suffocate him in invisible pain.

He peers inside the room once more, to where Rosa is still sitting beside Isobel, dizzily waking up to what looks like a stiff neck and a bad back pain. He stares on, the three aliens inside still unmoving on their beds, the light filtering through the blinds reflecting on the gleaming piece in Michael’s hand. The signs are similar to those in the note left behind a brick at the Crashdown — he is now aware that his Uncle Tripp didn’t leave it for him, but the message engraved with it still pierces through him.

There’s life outside this Earth and although he already knew that — he fell in love with one alien and has yet to get half his heart back — he’s now coming to terms with the fact that not all extraterrestrial existence comes to Earth in peace.

The signs in the note and the signs on the piece are similar, if not the same.

“That doesn’t come from Michael’s ship,” he says, loud enough for Rosa to hear him. They’re the only humans left in the room, but she doesn’t react like he’s addressing her. “That piece,” he continues, voice suddenly ragged. “That piece is evil. We have to take it out from Michael’s grip.”

“What do you mean?” Rosa questions, but he doesn’t answer her. Instead, he marches on inside the room and approaches Michael’s bed, a frown set in between his eyes as he leans in and observes Michael’s hands.

The piece seems fused to Michael’s skin, but Alex is a strong man. He can tear the piece from Michael and free him.

“Kyle tried that when you pointed it out,” Rosa tries to reason with him. “It didn’t work.”

Alex ignores her, and reaches out. His index finger grazes the gleaming piece and it sends a myriad of feelings through Alex’s soul. “It’s alive,” he mutters. “It’s a living piece.”

“A living piece?”

Alex nods, tracing the patterns on the glass with his fingertip slightly on the air around the piece, muttering to himself. “It’s like it’s taken Michael hostage,” he finally says, standing up. “I can pry it out.”

“Of course you can,” Rosa says, unamused. “You’re the knight in shining armor, after all.”

“I’m going to ignore you,” Alex deadpans. “You know I’m not any kind of knight, much less—”

“Oh, cut it, Alejandro,” Rosa interrupts him. “Can you please accept the fact that you and Michael will most likely be tied for life? Just like Isobel and me, though our link is completely different. I’m not in love with her.”

“You mean, you’re not in love with her anymore, right?” Alex jabs back. “I remember you having a huge crush on Isobel Evans when we all were teenagers.”

“Not my fault you grew up,” Rosa tells him. “And also not my fault that I died. But my liking or not Isobel isn’t the point. The point is that you’re tied to Michael, and yet you’re dating Forrest Long. A Long, really?”

“I don’t have time for your criticism now.” Alex purses his lips and leans in again, choosing to mute the voice in the back of his mind that tells him heʼs not being fair to Forrest. He doesn’t have the time to dwell on his personal life. Michael might be very much dying at this moment, and Alex needs to focus on solving this mystery and saving him.

This time, when he hovers over Michael’s frame, his mouth comes closer to Michael’s ear, and before he knows what he’s doing he whispers, “Michael, let go. Please. Open your hand and let go. Come back to me.”

For a moment nothing happens, and then with a trembling sigh Michael Guerin unfurls his fingers and the piece falls to the ground with a metallic sound.

“How on Earth—”

“Told you,” Alex allows himself to smile as he caresses Michael’s curls. “Well done, Michael. Now open your eyes. Please, come back to me.”

His words are met with silence. Alex shuffles, his weight passing from one leg to the other, as he waits for any sign that Michael has heard him the same way he listened when Alex asked softly for him to let go of the piece.

They both are met with Michael stirring lightly, Isobel grunting, Max exhaling heavily, but neither of them opens their eyes.

“Why aren’t they waking up?” Rosa stands up and touches his shoulder when he doesn’t react. “Alex?”

“I don’t know,” he mutters. “Maybe we should give them time. They’ve been unconscious for so long, and we don’t know how it’s affected them. If they don’t wake up soon, though, we might have to call Maria.”

Rosa nods. Alex knows she understands — Maria is the only one with alien powers that come from having an alien DNA, and she’s already sensitive to other’s feelings and emotions. If anyone can enter minds, it’s Maria. As much as it pains Alex to admit it, and as much as their breakup has sparkled a hope that he thought was burnt out in him, Michael and Maria have been a couple up until recently. Whatever they had going on between them, it most likely hasn’t died down yet, and he doesn’t want to be witness to a reunion.

“What about we wait?” Rosa suggests. “I can go grab some coffee and even a couple of bagels if you’re hungry.”

Alex doesn’t get to reply, because his stomach rumbles in hunger, and he huffs out a bashful laugh. “Please? I don’t think I can leave them right now.”

“I don’t think you’re ready to leave him, either,” she points out, halfway out of the room. “Stay put. I’ll come back with food.”

True to her word, Rosa is back less than ten minutes later, balancing a couple of coffee cups and a bag of bagels as she opens the door by pushing it with her elbow. “Now we can eat, and then you can go call your boyfriend. Unless you don’t think of him as your boyfriend anymore.”

Alex picks one of the bagels and munches on it without saying a thing. He hasn’t spared a single thought to Forrest except for the passing mentions and jabs Rosa has made the past hour. Rosa’s words remind him that he hasn’t even called Forrest like he’d promised to do.

“I should call him, shouldn’t I?” he whispers around a mouthful of cream cheese and ham.

“I guess you should, but it’s up to you.”

Alex shakes his head and finishes his breakfast before checking his watch and deciding to make that phone call. He doesn’t have any hope that Forrest is still in his house, but itʼs not even nine on a Saturday, so maybe he slept in.

Alex doesn’t know whether heʼs relieved at the thought of Forrest not being in his bed anymore, or bummed that there will be no one to greet him whenever he makes it back home.

He doesn’t allow himself to think anymore. He fishes for his phone in his front pocket and stares at the screen for long moments before making up his mind.

The sun is high up in the sky when Alex punches the code on the touch screen. He steps out of the room as he scrolls down until he finds Forrestʼs number — his boyfriend isn’t his last call, he isn’t even up in that list. With a sigh, he clicks on it and lifts the device to his ear, hoping that Forrest isnʼt too mad that itʼs taken him over four hours to call.

“ʼlex?” Forrest answers the phone with a slur. Alex frowns — he hadn’t thought that Forrest might be asleep. So he still is at Alex’s. “What time is it?”

“Almost nine,” Alex replies. “Iʼm sorry I didn’t call sooner.”

“ʼs okay,” Forrest reassures him. Alex can hear a rustle in the background, and what sounds like Buffy protesting. “Is Michael doing better?”

Alex remains silent for longer than intended, mulling over what to say to Forrest — what he can possibly make up — for his boyfriend sighs into the phone, “you donʼt have to tell me, Alex, you know. I understand. I really do.”

“No, I donʼt think you do,” Alex says before he can stop himself, because Forrest doesn’t really know the first thing about everything that surrounds Michael Guerin.

And itʼs clearly the wrong thing to say — not something Alex would say face to face, since heʼs usually good at reading body language and he knows what to say and how to say it — but heʼs tired, heʼs spent half the night sitting by Michaelʼs bed raking his mind trying to find out what could have gone wrong, and he doesn’t have Forrest in front of him to read his expression.

“Of course I don’t,” Forrest retaliates. There’s irritation in his voice. “Because itʼs Michael Guerin and apparently I wouldn’t even begin to understand what kind of cosmic bond ties you two.”

“You’re being unfair, Forrest,” Alex says before he can stop himself — and he must be really tired because he’s usually better at keeping his big mouth shut — only to be met with Forrest’s exasperated sigh.

“Let me get this straight because I think I’m not enough awake then,” Forrest says into the microphone, his voice dropping an octave and sending chills through Alex’s body. “You leave me in the middle of the night to go to your ex’s side when he’s hurt, you forget to call me, you won’t even tell me what’s wrong, you tell me I’m unfair? I think I’ve been very understanding of the situation, and you’re stressed out, but you can’t accuse me of being unfair to you. I’m not the one who went all the way back to his cosmic past without actually paying any attention to their very real present.”

Alex feels as though he has been slapped. He removes his phone from his ear and stares at it for a second, listening to Forrest’s ragged breathing coming out from it. When he puts it once again against his skin, it’s to hear Forrest muttering, “I guess I have my answer now. You know where to find me, Alex, when you figure this all out. If you ever do. I’ll lock up when I leave.”

And then he hangs up, and Alex is met with the distinctive noise of beeping.

He stares at his phone with a frown, trying to pinpoint what exactly is bothering him from his conversation with Forrest. There’s something that has left him feeling unbalanced, but he can’t put a finger on what that is.

“Hey, you okay?” Rosa asks from the doorframe. Alex turns around to see her leaning against the wood, arms crossed over her chest, her ponytail swinging lightly at her back as though she has just stopped moving.

“Yeah,” he tries to assure her. “Just talking to Forrest.”

“That didn’t sound like just talking,” she points out, tapping her foot on the floor. “Sorry for eavesdropping. It wasn’t my intention.”

They remain silent for a few seconds. He doesn’t know how to reply to Rosa’s words, to the stated fact that she’s heard part of his conversation with Forrest — whatever she could have inferred from his side of the dialogue — and he can see she’s trying to contain her hands from reaching out and touch him. Rosa’s always been like this — the caring big sister he never had, stuck at home with three older brothers who never once stood up for him — and Alex has missed her so much this past decade.

They still need time to process everything that’s happened, and to make up for lost time, although he doubts they will ever regain everything they’ve lost in the ten years of lies and secrets they can’t seem to leave behind in the rearview window of their mistakes.

And he really needs a hug right now, but he chooses to put up the mask of the perfect soldier he’s mastered for all his life, and straightens his back.

“It’s fine,” Alex finally sighs. “I think Forrest kinda broke up with me.”

“Can’t say I didn’t see that coming,” Rosa takes a step forward as she speaks, but she still doesn’t touch Alex, although he can see her fingers twitching against the sleeves of her sweater. “I mean, the poor guy has put up with a lot these past weeks. Ever since you two started dating. Honestly, I think anyone who wants to date either of you two should be ready to share you.”

Alex shoots her a puzzled look, but Rosa simply arches one brow at him before turning around and claiming back her spot in that uncomfortable chair beside Isobel’s bed. Alex knows he should make a move — either walk into the room or walk away — but it isn’t that simple of a decision. He feels trapped in between the two worlds he’s tried so hard to keep from colliding; his next move should be easy enough for him to make, but he can’t force himself to even think, the mere sight of Michael on that bed clutching that piece of murderous alien tech sending shivers through his spine. He’s stuck to his spot in the middle of a deserted hospital hallway, fighting with himself over which part of his soul he should give up now — the part that’s tainted by his past or the part that’s reeling with the hope of future.

He finds out that it doesn’t really matter, in the end, because his decision is made for him when there’s a small noise coming from inside the room, the sound of whining and a low-pitched groan in a voice Alex could recognize anywhere.

Michael is awakening.

Before he can think about what he’s doing, Alex takes a step toward the hospital beds. And as he does, he realizes what has been nagging at him from his interaction with Forrest.

For as much as he’s talked to Forrest about his past relationship with Michael Guerin — as complete as he could be without giving away Michael’s true nature — there’s a small detail Alex has never mentioned.

He never told Forrest Long anything about how cosmic his relationship with Michael is.

#you asked #you ask and lire answers #happy birthday! #malex #forlex #rosa ortecho #alex manes #michael guerin #forrest long #angst #mentions of a breakup #mentions of a coma #frenziedblaze

[pastelwitchling]

               “Which looks better?” Liz asked, holding up a deep green dress, and a bright red. “This one? Or this one?”

               “I think you look beautiful in both,” Alex said cheerfully. Forrest sat next to him, eagerly shoveling down the biscuits Gregory had given them to have after lunch. Every so often, he offered Alex one, Alex shook his head, and then he ate the entire thing in one bite.

               “Mmh – yes,” said Forrest. “Beau—ifful.”

               “Oh, you both are useless,” Rosa sighed from where she sat on the counter. “Obviously, the red is terribly unsuitable.”

               Liz frowned. “Is it?”

               “Yes!” she took a biscuit from Forrest’s plate. “This is an engagement dinner. The red should clearly be saved for the wedding!”

               “Do you think so, Alex?” Liz asked.

               “Er – actually –”

               “What’re you asking him for?” Rosa huffed. “You know he’s too nice to tell you the truth!”

               Liz opened her mouth to argue when the front door swung open. Max smiled at them.

               “Good afternoon, all!” He ruffled Alex and Rosa’s hair, and kissed Liz’s cheek. “Afternoon, darling.”

               “Did you see the suit I put out for you?” Liz said in lieu of a greeting.

               “Yes, darling.”

               “Don’t you dare wear it until the dinner.”

               Max’s smile widened. “Yes, darling.”

               “We have to look our best for Alex and Forrest,” she said. Then she mumbled something incoherent to him and they glanced at Alex, as though afraid he’d heard. Max merely nodded in response.

                “Honestly,” said Alex, leaning against Forrest’s side. “You don’t have to go through all this fuss. It’s just going to be a small, comfortable dinner.”

               Liz put her hands on her hips. “Then why did Flint order a new navy-blue coat for the occasion?”

               “Did he?” Alex blinked, and flushed. Since their last voyage, he had feared for his relationship with his brother, the distance the truth about their mother’s death may put between them. He had seemed happy to be invited to the engagement dinner, but Alex had feared it had been an act. To know he cared this much, it gladdened Alex’s heart more than he could say.

               Rosa scoffed. “Well, I won’t need any help preparing. I know exactly what to wear.”

               “Yes,” Liz said testily, “but will you know how to behave?”

               “Oi!” she argued. “Don’t you start with me, it’s Michael you should be concerned about!”

               Liz shot her a sharp look, while Max turned a nervous smile on Alex and Forrest. Forrest had stopped eating.

               “She’s joking,” Max assured them. “Michael’s really happy for you, Alex.”

               Forrest smiled, but it was polite and cold, not at all what Alex was used to. “I trust he will be on his best behaviour.” Then he grumbled, “If not, I’ll throw him into the middle of the ocean.”

               Alex hooked his arm around Forrest’s and kissed his shoulder. “Are there any more biscuits left for me?” he murmured.

               Forrest’s eyes lit up at once, and he handed Alex the largest he had. “I saved it for you, my love!”

               Alex laughed, his heart and the atmosphere of the shop lighter at once.

Genuinely forgot I could use this as a six sentence sunday post until just now. Anywhodle. I’m having so much fun writing this bonus story for my forlex merman au, Under the Sea, I love revisiting this world and these characters.

No date on when this will be up, as I have, unfortunately and very stupidly, burned myself out in a massive way, and so I’ve been very careful about now overexerting myself (again). I’m writing as much as I’m able every morning, and stopping before I hurt myself. It feels as it did after the season 2 finale, but, hey, I wasn’t able to write at all last week, so this feels like a huge step forward. This bonus story is just meant to be a fun little addition to an already fun merman story. Under the Sea is not really popular at all, but it holds a special place in my heart, so I sincerely hope you can give the bonus story a chance when it comes out.

I also have plans for a lot more malex and forlex (and even kylex and max x alex!) fics, but as I’m in a sensitive writing stage right now (my imagination has been gone the entire week, it’s truly terrifying), I’m not going into detail about any of them, or a post date. I just hope you will stay with me as I work through this frustrating time 💙

#forrest long #alex manes #forlex #forlex fic #forlex fanfic #forlex fanfiction #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #forlex angst #forlex fluff #christian antidormi #tyler blackburn

[bella-monoxide]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23858629?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_301445101

@aliciam72

#roswell new mexico #fanfiction #forlex #malex angst #miluca mentions

[lambourngb]

Chapters: 6/6


Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019)


Rating: Explicit


Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply


Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes, Alex Manes/Forrest Long (off screen), Michael Guerin/Maria DeLuca (past), Maria Deluca/Kyle Valenti (mentioned/implied), Isobel Evans/ OFC


Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes, Isobel Evans, Max Evans, Maria DeLuca


Additional Tags: Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Getting Back Together, starts forlex ends in malex, season 3 wishlist fic, Angst, Misunderstandings, Alien Soulmate Bullshit, Alien Biology, Soulmates, Emotional Infidelity, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Sexual Content, Dirty Talk, Telepathic Bond, handprint sex, Not Forrest Long Friendly, Forrest is mentioned he never appears


Summary: A year after Crashcon, Michael knows three things for certain. 1. He loves Alex and he probably- no, definitely always will.


2. Having Alex as his best friend makes everything in his life better.


3. Knowing, thanks to his bullshit alien biology, that Alex still fantasizes about his body regularly while dating someone else for a year, well, that is a little more difficult to navigate.

It’s fine. It is all just fine.

#malex fic #malex #roswell new mexico #malex is endgame #happy release date #here is the first two chapters #the rest tomorrow morning #alex manes #michael guerin #alien soulmate bullshit

[ladymajavader]

Truth is Alex has always been an afterthought for everyone in the writers room except Rick and Vinnie so I am not inclined to chalk this up to some COVID conspiracy theory. Alex was completely missing from the Noah reveal after spending S1 investigating the murders. He was missing from the CrashCon group stuff at the end of last season and his family were the ones setting off the actual bomb. It went unacknowledged and he spent 2x12/2x13 essentially in a bubble with Michael. It's a pattern. And COVID doesn't explain why once again guest stars commented more on Malex's feelings for each other this season than any of the mains. Max bringing Alex up once for the first time after 1x07 is the definition of crumbs. Isobel didn't say anything past 3x01. It's textbook CW homophobia plain and simple.

tbh I wasn't very familiar with CW, so I admit I fell for the lipservice :/ I honestly thought that after CAM and her hard on for queer torture porn was gone, we'd get better treatment of Alex and Malex. And second half of s3 raised my hopes, only to violently dash them with the finale. You're right, they fell straight back into the pattern of completely forgetting Alex exists and having Malex happen only in a bubble. Is it like a law of CW, that queer couples can only be perceived by other characters to facilitate angst for MCs, like with Forlex + Michael and now Anatsobel + Kyle?

Anyways, I'm really scared I just had a glimpse of what the future for Alex storylines under Hollier's reign will be - apparently his Manes Man heritage plot is now over and done and his Deep Sky connection ended up being completely pointless, so he'll be relegated to the role of doting LI. Which could be fine, I'd love some domestic Malex! But not if they have Alex washed out of all personality traits and agency to do it and then do it only in the patented bubble, "at home secretly"

#rób to w domu po kryjomu #rnm s3 spoilers #rnm my behated #thanks for the ask! #I'm livid #and trying not to ascribe all of the writing's failings to homophobia #but gddamn if it isn't the common denominator #and Malex happening in strict isolation from other characters just reeks of #which just hits too #close to home #and I get bombarded with too much homophobia here irl to have the spoons #to deal with it in the writers' room of my hyperobsession show #wish I could hyperobsess over sth else #but as long as Alex Manes is here I'll be here #probably crying in frustration