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lovecolibri · 2 years

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SaL anon here bestie and I'm sick of attempting to organize my life in boxes so I'm taking a salt break, because while I wholeheartedly agree that the S4 premiere was infinitely better than any other season premiere (excluding S1 of course) I have some issues, especially regarding the Malex storyline. I mean the scenes were fantastic and Tyler and Vlamis always take any trash their given and take it to the next level (Michael's face when he heard the gazebo break was pure 😭😭😭😭😭) but a lot

of things about it pissed me off. The fact that the other couples got soft/cutsie storylines buy Malex got the angsty/almost breakup storyline (let Malex be happy writers, we are TIRED), the fact that they regressed Michael to his S1 mindset (also writers stop ignoring entire seasons of development for characters to push dumb plots), the fact that the amazing interaction between Michael and Dallas was undercut by the fact Michael did NOT take his advice (writers I know you don't remember events between episodes but that conversation happened 10 minutes before Michael saw Alex ffs). However I want to talk about most egregious offense, which is basically there is NO WAY Michael Guerin would have broken the gazebo using the scenario they gave us. First of all, you cannot tell me that when Michael learned Alex had a precious childhood relic he built with his Mom (you know that would hit him hard) the first thing he did wasn't immediately go to his workshop build an indestructible alien glass case for it, go back to Alex's, put the gazebo in the case, and then install earthquake proof/tornado proof/ everything proof shelving to put the case on. And then he would fix, the garbage disposal. Any other scenario is bullshit. Next, even if we buy that he addressed the disposal first, there's no way Michael, professional mechanic for half his life, sat at a rickety table where his soulmate's precious relic was, equipment spread out everywhere like a college student with their first tool set they bought from CVS, fighting a screwdriver when he could use his TK, and with a wrench placed precariously (like comically so) above said childhood relic. I mean, we got that sad little Michael face (again 😭😭😭😭😭) which was soo much, but I still call bullshit.

This is late because of vacation reasons but I’m always down to be a salty bench! So, watching the episode the first time the scenario was more believable because Vlamis fucking sells it. NO ONE is our here doing the glassy eyes/kicked puppy look like him (except for Oliver Stark). But mostly I think, as always, RNM is still suffering from the way they dragged things out with Malex originally. Using stupid side relationships for drama instead of addressing the ACTUAL reasons these two were kept apart, and the trauma responses they have much earlier on ends up with now having to revert one of them (usually Michael) back to The Before Times. And yeah, healing isn’t linear and of course something like moving and getting everything he ever wanted is going to be triggering for Michael! But since we didn’t ever get to see him and Alex really digging in and addressing this stuff before now, it feels almost like an endless cycle of Michael spiraling and Alex brushing it off. Season 3 really did them dirty by refusing to address the elephant in the room (season 2 and m*ria) and having them at each other’s throats until they were magically back together without really hashing things out. And that *might* have worked if they decided they wanted to be together and then hashed things out later, but they didn’t. It was just sort of brushed off as “they’re together now, aren’t you fans happy?” And yeah, I’m happy they’re together but the compelling part of their story, the healing and catharsis got skipped over so it’s never going to be as satisfying as it should have been.

Also, again as always, they forget their own mythology! We saw Michael take apart and put together an incredibly intricate handmade clock full of tiny cogs and springs and alien parts! You’re telling me he couldn’t fix that gazebo good as new? Or, like you said, that he wouldn’t have made an indestructible case for something so precious to Alex? Or moved it out of the way? Or used his powers to help fix the disposal? And I will absolutely buy him being too flustered and upset to think straight for this whole thing! It does make sense that at least SOME of those things could have happened. The argument can be made on how this all makes sense, and what Michael’s state of mind was, and how his trauma responses make what happened perfectly logical, however at this point after ALL the crap they have thrown at Malex and how they keep undercutting their own narrative, and keep regressing the characters (LITERALLY Echo’s every conversation is a flavor of the same argument), it’s a lot harder to want to give any leeway.

It was also definitely frustrating that Echo got a “when is the best time to propose” plot, while Malex got an “I immediately fucked up and Alex is probably going to kick me out and hate me” plot, but again, Echo are also still having the same basic conversation they always have so it’s not like it’s that much better for them? *deep sigh* the wasted potential for this show will never fail to frustrate me.

#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #roswell nm #roswell spoilers #roswell nm my behated #malex #michael guerin #look he's smart but also dumb #and i can see him being too caught up in his head that he makes one dumb mistake #and then compounds it with other mistakes because that's very on brand for him #but these specific mistakes were...certainly A Choice #and i'm less generous about granting some slack #when the show consistently can't be bothered to do the most basic things #like allow people to worry about kyle when he's kidnapped or malex to exist outside their bubble with each other #or alex and isobel or alex and rosa to be allowed to speak to each other at all #ANYWAY #i'm clearing out my inbox and wanted to get this one out of the way before i watched the new ep

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ghoulangerlee · 2 years

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

Oh man thank you for sending this anon 💚 below are my fav fics I've written, the E rated ones are all smut haha. Also all tog fics are Joe/Nicky :)

1. I Need to Get my Hands on All of It

(tog, ff nicky au rated E)

2. I Got a Crush on You and It's Not Just Physical

(rnm, Malex coffee shop au, rated T)

3. ride boldly ride to the end of the rainbow

(tog, wild west au, rated M)

4. and you cannot take it back

(tog, ff nicky au (the original fic), NR)

5. so lose your mind, lose track of time

(tog, canon verse, rated E)

#my writing #thanks anon!

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chiefnooniensingh · 4 years

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I Won’t Hesitate (for you) Epilogue

Epilogue: I thank the oceans (for giving me you)

In this chapter: Michael and Alex reflect on that fateful train ride.

A/n: I wasn't going to make you wait a full week for this epilogue! I can't believe it's over you guys, what a wonderful ride! I hope you guys enjoyed it. And if anyone has an au in mind that they want me to ride, hit me up! I'm looking for new inspiration!

As always, a special thanks to Aileen (@acomebackstory), Callie (@callieramics), @hm-arn, @royalshadowhunter, @ladymajavader and May (@eddiediazs) over on Tumblr for their continued support and cheerleading. I don't know if I would've finished it without you guys!

Last chapter hasn't been guessed yet, so give it a go! Can anyone guess this chapter's?

Also on: ao3

other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

19th of October, 1945

The war was over. Paris had been liberated for over a year, but the war itself had only been over for 5 months. Michael and Alex had recently returned to their city, to find it miraculously undamaged and their flat only marginally ransacked. They’d never had much valuables anyway. They cleaned up their flat, settled back into their lives and it was almost as if the war hadn’t happened.

Alex and Michael had waited out the war in the countryside, living with a large farming family who treated them like their own. In the last year before the liberation, a young child who’d lost both her parents in the camps joined them, and Michael and Alex became her surrogate parents. When they returned to Paris, she came with them.

Alex was looking at her sleeping now, his darling girl, the beautiful and genius Mara. If he hadn’t known she wasn’t related to them, he would’ve sworn she was Michael’s kid. Cheeky, optimistic, chaotic and infinitely smarter than him. Alex loved her so much it ached to look at her now.

It was 4AM. The house was quiet and dark, the autumn chill already creeping in through the windows and the cracks. Alex shivered, gave his daughter one last look and returned to his own bedroom, to his husband in their bed. He crawled back under the covers and pressed himself against Michael, who was always warm and chased away the night chill. Michael jerked awake with a hiss. “Jesus Christ, Alex.”

“Sorry,” Alex muttered, buried his cold nose in Michael’s neck.

“You okay?” Michael asked softly, flipping over and wrapping his arms around Alex. “Why were you out of bed?”

“It’s been ten years.”

Michael looked at the clock on his nightstand and let out a long breath. “It has.”

Alex closed his eyes and curled into Michael’s chest. It was the reason he’d woken up so suddenly. His nightmares only rarely brought him back to that fateful train ride anymore, but tonight they’d come back with a vengeance. On the day Noah Bracken was murdered, setting events in motion that eventually led to Alex letting 8 people get away with murder. “Do you regret it?” It was a question they always asked each other around the 19th.

“No,” Michael said, his voice trembling a little. “Never. None of us,” Alex knew Michael meant the 8 passengers with whom he had committed the crime, “would’ve been able to move on if we hadn’t done it.” Alex nodded. “Do you regret letting us get away with it?”

“No,” Alex said, without hesitation. “Noah Bracken was a monster. He deserved punishment, and the system wouldn’t deliver. You did. It wasn’t just, but it was right.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around Michael and squeezing tightly. “But it’s something I will always have to live with.”

Michael nodded, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Yeah. Me, too.”

Alex looked up at his husband, his heart melting when their eyes met. The ten years since the Orient Express had been kind to him. The curls were still as wild as ever, Michael had even grown them out more, providing Alex with plenty of hair to run his hands through. His eyes were filled with warmth, love and laughter. There were small wrinkles in the corners of his eyes now, and those on his forehead reflected the worries and burdens he’d had to bear these past ten years.

They’d both grown up. Both seen and done stuff they carried with them forever. But they’d fought for their love and their life and they’d won. They’d survived the war and even managed to raise a child together.

“You know, when all is said and done, I’m grateful for that train ride,” Alex said, nudging Michael’s nose with his own.

“What do you mean?” Michael asked softly, nipping Alex’s lips with his.

Alex pressed a kiss to his husband’s mouth and smiled. “Because it brought us back together. Despite the terrible things that happened there, we found each other again. I never thought I’d see you again, and then I stepped on board that train and there you were. You were haunted by the ten years since we’d last seen each other, troubled by the horrible crime you were about to commit. But still beautiful. You were cold and distant, and yet I knew instantly I had never stopped loving you.”

Michael nodded. “I instantly knew that the plan was doomed, when I saw you. I knew I wouldn’t be able to lie to you for too long. For ten years, I loved you from afar and suddenly, there you were, in the most critical moment of my life.” He shook his head. “I’m still impressed with myself I lasted as long as I did.”

Alex laughed. “Well, you never actually told me anything. I figured most things out by myself.”

“You were scarily accurate, I was so proud.”

“The world is built on logic – ”

“ – one just needs to learn to see it,” Michael finished with a smile. “You are still insufferably modest.” Alex just shrugged and snuggled close to his husband again. “I love you, Alex Guerin.”

Alex’s stomach did a summersault, as it did every time Michael called him by his full name. He’d left the ‘Manes’-name behind long ago, but hearing his married name spoken with so much love and adoration that Michael always put into it, always made him giddy. “I love you, too, Michael Guerin.”

Michael leaned in for a kiss, the two of them entwined together in their bed. The kiss started out chaste and loving, but as Alex pulled Michael’s hips against his own, it turned hungry fast. Michael groaned, and Alex felt a burning longing to draw out more lovely sounds. With one swift movement, he pushed Michael on his back and climbed on top of him. Alex pinned Michael’s hands against the pillow beneath him and dove in for another hungry kiss. He pressed his hips down into Michael, drawing out another sweet moan from his throat. “Alex, please,” Michael whined when Alex broke their kiss to trail his lips down Michael’s throat. “Please, my love…”

“I like it when you beg,” Alex murmured, playfully biting at his husband’s earlobe.

“I like it when you get me off,” Michael growled, bucking his hips to cause some more friction between them. Alex gasped and Michael looked victorious. Alex sat up, his hands braced on Michael’s chest. Michael’s hands immediately found purchase on Alex’s hips.

They were both still fully clothed, and that was unacceptable. With a swift motion, Alex got rid of Michael’s shirt and then his own, letting his hands roam appreciatively over Michael’s chest. No matter how often Alex looked upon his naked husband, he never became any less attractive. “God, you’re gorgeous.”

“Yes, yes,” Michael said impatiently, arching off the bed when Alex playfully flicked a nipple. “Now, please, Alex!” He sounded absolutely wrecked, and Alex grinned. They hadn’t even started yet.

Alex bent down and trailed kisses from the hollow of Michael’s throat all the way down to the waistband of his pyjamas. “Don’t move, Michael. You know the drill.” Grabbing hold of the pants, he began, slowly, torturously, pulling the pants down, trailing kissing on newly exposed skin as he went. Michael was panting heavily, his hands fisted in the sheets as he tried to keep himself from grabbing Alex’s hair and kissing him senseless. Alex grinned against the inside of Michael’s thigh, lightly scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin there, causing Michael to shiver. He looked up to see Michael biting his lip to restrain himself, and Alex tutted, sitting up and pulling Michael’s lip from between his teeth. “None of that,” Alex chided, letting a single finger absentmindedly slide up Michael’s cock, with only the lightest of touches. “You know I want to hear you.”

“You fucker,” Michael growled, “God, please, I can’t take it, please, Alex, god damnit, fuck…”

Alex laughed, leaning over to the nightstand to grab the bottle of lube stashed there. He sat back up and moved to sit between Michael’s legs, who spread them eagerly. “Look at you,” Alex whispered. “So eager.”

“Fuck you,” Michael spat, his eyes half-closed with pleasure. Alex enjoyed Michael’s absolutely filthy mouth when Alex was toying with him like this. He knew Michael was enjoying this as much as Alex was.

“I think I’d rather fuck you today,” Alex said, coating two fingers in lube. He bent over Michael, pressed a small kiss to the tip of his weeping cock and then took him in his mouth. Michael let out a string of curses and threw his head back. While Alex was sucking him off, he spread his ass a little wider and gently pushed a single finger inside him. Michael groaned as he felt Alex enter him.

Alex watched his husband closely, watching the familiar and wildly attractive look of ecstasy come over his face. He gently began pushing his finger in and out, allowing Michael to adjust to the presence and waiting as long as needed before pushing the second finger inside as well. Michael let out a wrecked sob, music to Alex’s ears. He hollowed his cheeks around Michael’s cock, and Michael gave a strangled yell. “That’s it,” Alex whispered, letting Michael’s cock pop from his mouth, “let me hear you, my darling.”

“Alex,” Michael whined, looking absolutely wrecked as Alex pushed his fingers into Michael again and again. “Please, I’m ready, please, please, my love…” Michael’s face was flushed with pleasure and despair, Alex felt his own cock throb, desperate to fuck his husband. But he wasn’t going to do anything before he was sure Michael was well and truly ready. So he picked up the lube, dribbled more on his hand and then gently added a third. Michael sobbed. “I love you, I love you, I love you, please, Alex…” he babbled, his head thrashing against the pillow, and Alex knew he was ready.

He fished a condom out of the nightstand and hastened to put it on himself. “Alright, my darling,” Alex whispered, leaning over Michael to kiss him softly, “I got you.”

Michael raised his hips, his entire body begging for Alex to just fuck him already. Alex lined himself up and slowly pushed into Michael, allowing him time to adjust. Michael let out a long, drawn-out moan that made Alex nearly come on the spot. “Oh baby,” Michael croaked out, “Alex…please…move.” He jerked his hips and Alex hissed, pleasure shooting up his spine. Alex obeyed, pulling out and pushing back in, finding a rhythm they had perfected over the last decade, that he knew would unravel Michael faster than anything else. “Yes…” Michael moaned, reaching up to grab Alex’s head and pull him down. Their mouths crashed together, and they kissed sloppily, between moans and heavy breaths, as Alex sped up his movements gradually. “I love you,” Michael whispered, wrapping his arms around Alex and burying his face in Alex’s shoulder. Alex let his head drop against Michael’s shoulder in return, trying to hold off his own orgasm. But he was close. And he could tell Michael was as well.

“I love you,” Alex whispered. Michael’s hips jerked, sending a thrill of pleasure through Alex, making him gasp and bite down on Michael’s neck. Michael groaned. “Come on, baby,” Alex urged him. “Come for me, I want to feel you come for me.” He reached down and wrapped a hand around Michael’s cock. Michael jerked, his hands flying into Alex’s hair.

“So – so close,” he panted. His eyes were locked on Alex, and they looked at each other intently as they drove each other to the brink. Soft ah, ah, ah’s slowly turned to high-pitched whines and soon enough, Michael exploded underneath Alex’s expert ministration. Alex didn’t slow down, but fucked through Michael’s orgasm, now chasing his own. Michael let his hands roam down Alex’s back and grabbed his ass, pulling him even closer. Alex lost all control. Growling, he sped up, so close, wanting…needing. “Come for me, Alex Guerin,” Michael whispered, and that was that on that. For a second, everything went white as he came, shuddering, his arms giving out and falling, wrecked, on top of his husband, who caught him effortlessly.

They lay together, panting, for several minutes, Alex still inside of Michael, neither feeling any inclination to move. “God, that was amazing,” Michael finally said, drawing a laugh from Alex. “It’s like you get better every time.”

“You make me want to be better. Watching you come apart beneath me is…highly arousing.” Alex finally extracted himself from Michael’s embrace, pulling on his bathrobe and padding over to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and clean himself up. He returned with a warm, damp towel and he cleaned Michael best he could, despite the man’s genuine dislike of moving after sex. When they were both a semblance of clean, Alex fell into bed again, wrapping his arms around Michael and closing his eyes. There was light on the horizon, signalling that the day was about to start, but neither felt the need. Friday was their day off, and they wouldn’t have to move until Mara demanded breakfast.

The events of that one week ten years ago would always be a part of them. October would always be a difficult month. But they had each other, they had Mara, they’d made a life for themselves, as good, upstanding citizens. Life wasn’t always easy, but Alex felt that with his husband and his daughter there with him, he could handle anything.

So Alex snuggled closer to Michael and closed his eyes, knowing the nightmares wouldn’t come back today.

He fell asleep, content and happy, with Michael right there next to him. Side by side.

Where they belonged.

#malex #malex ff #rnm ff #malex fanfic #roswell new mexico #Alex Manes #Michael Guerin #a disaster bi and a chaotic gay #what could go wrong #otp:I Don't Look Away #my fanfics #my rnm ff #my malex ff #motoe au

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bluecanyonmoon · 3 years

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you know what i would love in the midst of all this alien searching and killing jones plots? some malex fluff, make out sesh and some fucking against a wall (or in a bed i’m not too picky). is that really too much to ask? come on, pleaaaaaaaaathe. i’m touch starved.

#malex #roswell new mexico #michael guerin #alex manes #i just need them to finally FUCK ffs #also soft things #and first and second dates

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malexicon · 4 years

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michael already has the airstream in the flashback in 2x05 when it’s max’s 21st birthday...

assuming we believe malex were on and off during the lost decade, does that mean michael never took alex there? because alex clearly didn’t know the airstream was michael’s in the pilot

#roswell new mexico #malex #or are we really meant to believe they hadn't seen each other in 10 years?#or is it pilot wonkiness?#i h8 this show sometimes #i'm just asking for this show to occasionally spend time on backstories ffs #imagine the rich backstories we could have #😖

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comment-exchange · 8 months

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311. Take Me Away To You (Roswell, New Mexico)

Title: Take Me Away To You

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49513540/chapters/124965436

Platform: Archive of Our Own

Creator: MeggieJolly

Work Type: Fanfiction (collection of scenes)

Fandom: Roswell, New Mexico

Rating: Teen and Up (could change with future chapters)

Pairing: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes (more might be added later)

Word count: 4138

Warnings: None (yet)

Number of comments: 0

Completion Status: WIP

Short summary/description: Michael Guerin-Sanders might not actually be the son of the President, but he might as well be. He lives at the White House and is a member of the famous White House Trio. He also has an ongoing rivalry with Prince Alex, the fourth son of King Jesse of England.

Collection of scenes from the Roswell, New Mexico Red, White and Royal Blue AU that has been flitting around in my brain since I first read RWRB over a year ago.

#submission #ao3 #ff #rnm #4k #mgxam #0c #wip #multi chapter #meggiejolly #archive of our own #fanfiction #red white and royal blue #roswell new mexico #Michael Guerin/Alex Manes #malex

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starkpoe · 4 years

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just realised 911 and roswell new mexico are back on the same day. what the fuck

#i dunno how they expect me to survive both buddie and malex content #why is it not march 16th already ffs #911 #roswell new mexico

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meghangrove8 · 5 years

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I am still stuck on “Alex was a dick.”

Alex was the victim of an abusive father and is suffering PTSD as a result of being in a war zone for god knows how long and having his leg blown off.

He’s a dick?! No thank you!

#malex #ffs vlamis #cant deal

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jmesmcvoys · 5 years

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basically more for sad/mad for alex than malex

#like i just want him happy ffs #alex manes #malex

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xbooksandtea · 7 years

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You know I’m a guy today, right?

a fierrochase oneshot

Fandom: Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

Pairing: Magnus Chase / Alex Fierro

Genre: pure fluff

Word Count: 2.688

Rating: PG

Inspiration: this wonderful little comic by @ace-artemis-fanartist (thanks again for permitting me to write this!)

A/N: I’ll add a few notes and explanations at the end, feel free to check them out as well!

Warning: Extensive usage of the word “fuck” because Alex is just too fucking attractive

Read on AO3: click here

Before Magnus had met Alex Fierro, his free days outside of Valhalla and the whole save-the-world missions would include a fun trip to Fadlan’s Falafel with Sam or with his parents-per-choice, Blitz or Hearthstone. Or he would meet up with Annabeth and enjoy having his brain roasted by whatever was going on with the Greeks. Or he would spend a nice day alone in a park and enjoy his life as a dead person.

However, his plans this summer were most likely going to kill him. Again.

When Alex opened the door to her room, warm sunlight was gleaming on her hair from behind, weaving some kind of halo that outlined her dark green curls.

“Hi. Alex.” Magnus cleared his throat and shifted his weight nervously from one foot to the other. She was wearing a pastel green dress that was flowing carelessly around her knees, traced with a cute soft pink lace.

“Did you come to stare at me?” She asked with a rather unimpressed voice, looking at him pointedly, before slowly moving to close the door again.

Yup. He was so going to die.

“No, wait.” Magnus managed to shove his foot between the door and the frame, followed by a sharp pain that burnt up to his ankles in no time. “Ouch!”

Alex slowly pulled the door open again and sighed. “What do you want, then?”

“Do you happen to have time tomorrow? I want to grab some ice cream, and Sam is busy collecting souls, so I thought I’d ask you.”

Actually, the only reason Sam would be busy collecting souls was that he had asked her if it was okay if he used that phrase on Alex, but technically, he hadn’t lied. Sam was strictly against lying and promised him to make sure to look out for souls tomorrow.

“You’ve got the whole of floor 19, and you ask me? What has gotten into you, Beantown?” Alex cocked her head and grinned at him.

Okay then. Looked like it was about time to pull his last card.

He took a deep breath. “TJ managed to hook up Mallory with Halfborn – well, actually he just got them to send time together alone, but we all know they’re gonna hook up. And TJ himself is gonna be busy spying over them to ensure it happens. And to make sure that he’ll be able to tell us what happened later.” Actually, it had been him convincing TJ to do it. But still, he didn’t lie.

Alex laughed. “That’s a nice time alone, then.”

Her laugh was as harmonious as molten caramel, and Magnus couldn’t help but smile. “So, are you coming? I’m paying,” he said.

“Free ice cream? Hell yes I’m in,” Alex said, still grinning.

Magnus nodded, and smiled, and pushed a strand of hair behind his ear. He was already turning to leave when the words slipped out of his mouth. “Are you going on a date?”

He probably should have been a little more specific, but Alex got it anyways. She always did.

“Because of the dress? Girls don’t need to have a reason to dress up nicely, Beantown. I just usually don’t wear this when I’m about to kill someone. Don’t wanna get any blood on this.”

“Oh. Okay.” Magnus nodded again, but a million-pound-weight seemed to get lifted off his shoulders.

Alex grinned the most devilish of smiles. “Does that mean you think I’m pretty, Maggie?”

Magnus felt the blood rising to tint his cheeks with the colour of cherry blossoms, and he didn’t answer her, because he felt like his trapped facial expression was all of an answer she needed. He cleared his throat once more. “I’m gonna pick you up at 3pm tomorrow, alright?”

Alex still smiled at him, but it was softer now, and warmer. When she spoke, her voice wove threads of golden light around his too-fast beating heart. “Alright.”

When Magnus knocked on Alex’ door the next day, she took a while to answer. As she finally pulled the door open and gave him a little wave, she was looking somewhat guilty.

No, Magnus corrected himself, he was looking somewhat guilty.

“Hi,” he started, but Alex didn’t answer, and that was pretty much all it took to leave Magnus completely helpless without a single clue about that to do next. It wasn’t that he was introverted or socially anxious. It was just that Alex usually barely shut her mouth.

Not knowing what to say, he scanned Alex’ appearance. His hands weren’t covered in clay today, and his hair as less messy than usual, so he counted that as a win. Other than that, Alex wore a soft pink hoodie with a green T-Shirt peeking out from underneath, and the usual dark green skinny jeans.

Alex didn’t snap at him for staring at him yet, so he chose to try and lighten up his mood. “Oh my god. So you are going to kill someone today?” He asked, cocking his head to one side and grinning up at Alex.

Alex didn’t smile back, and shifted uncomfortably. “No, Beantown,” he answered, but it didn’t sound half as sassy as it used to. “Just, I’m a guy today, and I didn’t really feel like wearing a dress.”

Magnus shrugged. “Fair enough.”

“You don’t seem surprised,” Alex frowned, but he did push the door further open.

“I knew,” Magnus answered and mirrored the frown. “So, uh, do you want free ice cream or no?”

Alex pushed him aside as he stepped out of a door and shut it behind them. “I can pay for myself, you know,” he hissed, but it sounded pretty half-hearted.

Magnus sighed. Something was off with Alex, and he guessed that if he tried to comfort him, a broken nose would be the most positive result. “Yeah, but I’m gonna pay, so you shut up.”

“Damn, Magnus, you really know how to treat a guy, eh?” Alex teased him as they made their way out of Valhalla towards Boston.

Magnus blushed, and he didn’t manage to find a cool and sassy answer, so he just stuck his tongue out.

It didn’t really bother him that Alex was a guy today. On the other hand, yes, it did.

The thing was, Magnus had never really wondered about Alex’s sexuality. It hadn’t taken a lot of time for him to crush head over heels for her when they had first met – one would say he lost his head, actually. And that feeling didn’t change on days Alex identified as a boy, because it was still Alex fucking Fierro, whether Alex was male or female. She managed to look cute and hot at the same time when she was female, and the only thing able to top her appearance and her stunning eyes was her personality. And when he was male, he still managed to look cute and hot at the same time, and his personality still drew Magnus in mercilessly.

He had never asked himself whether Alex’s sexuality was fluid as well, or if he/she was only into one gender, or two, or more. Or whether he/she felt romantic or sexual attraction at all. But, by all those fucking gods, he sure hoped that his Kurt Cobain haircut and the lame t-shirts were in some way attractive to Alex Fierro.

(That totally wasn’t the reason he wore a black dress shirt over the dark green Hotel Valhalla shirt, or spent hours trying to apply subtle black eyeliner on the waterline of his eyes, obviously. He wasn’t trying to look cool and mysterious, like, at all.)

He wondered if Alex had realised he had basically asked him out on a date. He wasn’t wearing super fancy clothes exactly, but then again, they were going out for ice cream. That wasn’t exactly a super fancy occasion either.

“Hey, what do you think Mallory and Halfborn are up to right now?” Magnus asked, trying to break Alex’ rare shy behaviour and his own nervousness over whether the Hel this was a date or not.

And it worked. Alex turned his head to him and grinned, hands buried in the pockets of his skinny jeans. “Knowing Mallory, they’re probably trying to kill each other. Which is just about the perfect date, if you ask me.”

Magnus gulped. Yeah, he probably should have been more considerate of Alex’ interests before asking him out for ice cream. “What about nice things?”

“Who the hell would want to do nice things with me? Do I look like a nice person to you?” Alex laughed, a sound that made Magnus’ heart jump up and down excitedly three times in a row. Alex’ smile made his skin tingle in a funny way and dip his whole body in a comfortable warmth.

Magnus smiled back. “You don’t seem that bad to me,” he admitted, and he watched Alex’ expression going from surprise to a sly grin to a rather sheepish smile, before he hastily turned his face away from him and ruffled through his green wavy hair.

“That doesn’t count. You always want to do nice stuff.” Alex murmured.

Magnus laughed, though his cheeks blushes. “Is that supposed to be an insult?”

“I don’t know.” Alex shrugged, but when he looked at him again, he smiled. “I’ll tell you once I find out.”

Needless to say, Magnus’ heart did a few backflips and finished gracefully with a lot of tumbling and stuttering. Yup, he most likely was going to die.

“Two scoops, one strawberry, one mind please,” Magnus said to the bored looking lady behind the counter. He could sense Alex slowly turning his head to stare at him.

“On its way,” the lady answered and took an ice cream cone.

While she was busy, Magnus faced Alex with a frown. “What?”

Alex deadpanned him. “You choose,” he started, making a dramatic pause, “fucking strawberry and mint?”

Magnus cocked his head to one side. “What’s wrong with strawberry and mint? It’s delicious!” He almost felt personally insulted by that comment. He freaking loved strawberry with mint.

Alex’ stare turned into a definite are you fucking kidding me as he gestured at himself and his variety of pink and green clothes.

When the ice cream lady handed Magnus his cone, he finally made it out. “Oh.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips switched upwards, even though he tried to keep a straight face. Then, he turned to the ice cream lady. “Do you happen to have any kind of blue ice cream in stock?”

Magnus gasped, to which Alex only answered with a teeth-baring grin.

A little bit of ice cream had somehow ended up at the corner of Alex’ lips. (They had had blue ice cream, after all, much to Magnus’ indignation.) They had both finished their cones, and had just left the shop when Magnus noticed.

Slowly, he moved his hand to brush it away, smiling to himself. Then, Alex started to smirk, and Magnus blushed. “Er – sorry.”

Alex lifted one eyebrow and cocked his head. His lips were curved perfectly, with a stupid cupid’s bow of the softest stupid shade of pink ever, and his eyes were sparkling with just the right mixture of teasing and fondness.

Magnus was suddenly aware of his own beating heart. He took Alex’ hand in his, surprised by the warmth of it, and he leant forwards slowly, his eyes constantly flickering back and fro between his eyes and his stupidly attractive grin because he needed to see if Alex would pull away.

He didn’t.

The kiss turned his whole world upside down, and it was his first kiss ever and he was a nervous fucking mess, and his heart stopped for a second when Alex’ lips started to move against his own.

After just a few seconds, Alex pulled away, a hunted look on his face as he stared at Magnus. His heart clenched painfully.

“You – you know I’m a guy today, right?” Alex shifted uncomfortably, as if he was trying to hide himself behind his sweater.

So this was what it all was about. Magnus gave Alex an exasperated glare as he finally understood. This wasn’t about Alex not wanting to go out with Magnus when he was male. This was about Alex being scared that Magnus might not want to go on a date with him when he was male.

“Idiot,” Magnus blurted out and raised his hands in a gesture that meant to say I had no idea you were so fucking stupid but I also really like you and want to take your fears away. Yeah, no, there was no way Alex would get that. “I just wanted to kiss you!” he finally concluded, his voice a little louder than probably necessary, but he was excited and happy and nervous and he couldn’t believe Alex actually thought that his gender would change anything.

Alex still stared at him, but his cheeks coloured with a soft pink shade, and his sparkling eyes were suddenly suspiciously wet.

Magnus broke out into a huge, goofy smile. “Does that mean you don’t mind me kissing you?”

Alex hastily blinked his tears away and tried to remain cool, but he really, really didn’t manage it. “I bet I’m gonna regret this, but I actually don’t,” he said, trying to keep his voice slightly disinterested, but his eyes, golden honey and soft chocolate, trailed off to his lips, and before Magnus had quite processed what he said or did, Alex pulled him close, without any hesitation, and his movements were determined but gentle.

When their lips met for the second time, Alex flung his arms around Magnus like his life depended on it. The way he combed his fingers through Magnus’ hair sent butterflies into his stomach and sparks inside his head, and Magnus just sort of melted against him, unable to do anything but to hold Alex Fierro within the soft embrace of his arms.

Alex’ lips tasted like honey and lemon. Magnus was barely capable of concentrating on anything else but the small electric strikes that exploded all over his body and left his head in a weird state of being completely empty and filled with a thousand thoughts and emotions at once.

Just as he began to wonder how it was possible to feel like hot cocoa and warm blankets and rain against his windows and Alex Fierro in his arms until they’d fall asleep together and being kind of turned on at the same exact moment, Alex pulled away once more, grinning as Magnus leaned in closer as he pulled back. Well, nobody could judge him. He just got kissed by Alex motherfucking Fierro. He could swear he could do anything at this point.

“Easy there, Beantown,” Alex whispered with a sly grin and tugged at one of the blond strands of hair that had fallen into his face.

Her fingers softly trailed his coloured cheeks, and Magnus felt like he should say something, but the only thing that came out was a rather huskily stammered “wow”.

Alex’ grin became even wider, even though his face was still heated. “So, what other nice things did you plan for today?”

“Um,” Magnus started, completely caught off guard. Did Alex even realise how ambiguous that sounded? He shook his head, laughing quietly. Alex had probably intended for it to sound like that. What a tease. “Wanna hang out in my room? The garden is pretty nice,” he said, and he meant it like that. The kiss had been pretty promising, but he didn’t intend to do anything else, not now. He had fantasized about what would happen if Alex would actually like him back, and they had always ended up under the tree in his garden, just two dead people on soft grass in the late warm afternoon sun.

“Geez, I knew I was going to regret this,” Alex answered, but he winked at him with a smile that took Magnus’ breath. “Come on, then. You invited me on a date, you lead the way!”

Oh, well. He already was dead, after all.

A/N: Gaaah! It was so fun to write this. I was torn between sticking to my usual writing style and experimenting with a different one, so it ended up being a mixture of both. I hope you guys enjoyed it anyways :)

I haven’t read Ship of the Dead yet, but I already know their first kiss is going to happen differently, but I still wanted to write an oneshot to @ace-artemis-fanartist ’s art. I also found out that they have a “so you think I’m pretty?” scene similar to the one above, and I think it’s super funny as I wrote it weeks before the book came out!

Also, I’d like to add a few words on Alex. I just want to make sure it doesn’t look like I’m trying to express Alex’ gender through her/his clothes - I just really wanted her to wear a dress, since Uncle Rick mentioned her dresses in Hammer of Thor, but we never got to read about her in one of those (again, I haven’t read SotD yet). I used to identify as genderfluid (and am still figuring out wtf is my gender), and my gender expression changes from time to time, so please be assured that I’m not trying to be an ignorant asshole here!

I also really wanted to show the more sensitive side of Alex we got to catch a glimpse of in tHoT - I love her being confident about her gender, but I think she suffers then and now, and that being with Magnus is actually a huge step for her.

If you’ve got any questions or think I was being insensitive in some points, please message me!

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