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manesalex · 1 year

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nothing starts without you (we become the stories we’ve always wanted): chapter 3/3

When Alex’s former bandmate, Rosa Ortecho, asks him to write a song to help kickstart her solo career, Alex finds himself struggling to write anything at all. Until, that is, he meets Michael Guerin. Or, a loose Music and Lyrics AU. for @alex-guerin @malexsanta

Warnings for suggestive comments, references to past abuse, and references to addiction. Not Maria Deluca friendly.

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“I love it!” Rosa responds immediately after hearing the part of the song that Michael and Alex have finished. She turns to Michael, “You’re sure you’re okay with me singing it? I mean, you’ll be getting royalties and everything for it, but I know that some writers can have an issue with someone else being the face of their material.”

Alex is so grateful Rosa understands without him having had to say anything about it. He had always been relieved to have her be the face of his songs, to be able to distance himself publicly from his own experiences, but he’s so glad she realizes that Michael may not feel the same way.

“No one wants to hear me sing,” Michael laughs. “As long as you’re crediting me, I’d love to get my work out there.”

“I think a lot of artists will be calling you up and asking you to write for them once this one gets out,” Rosa grins. “Thank you.”

Michael is about to speak when his phone rings. He quickly excuses himself.

And Alex really shouldn’t be surprised with how quickly Rosa takes advantage of the opening, like she’s been itching for the opportunity to interfere in his personal life. “He’s hot,” she says, elbowing Alex.

“I didn’t think he was your type,” Alex replies, being deliberately obtuse. He knows she can read his feelings all over his face. He may be able to hide them from Michael, but Rosa has known him since he was a child and has witnessed every crush he’s ever had.

“You should ask him out,” Rosa ignores the comment.

“I’m pretty sure he’s straight,” Alex admits. “And he used to date Maria Deluca. I’m pretty sure that, even if he were into guys, she put him off of musicians.”

Rosa frowns, takes a moment before saying, “You deserve to be happy, Alex. If anyone deserves to be loved, it’s you. I think you should see if he’d be interested. But, even if he isn’t, I really wish you’d let someone in.”

Alex is about to object when Michael returns. He turns to Alex immediately, saying, “My sister wanted me to invite you to dinner. Tonight. Assuming you’re free?” He almost sounds hopeful.

“I’ve got plans with Kyle,” Alex responds, tone apologetic. “Or I would.” He may have spent the entire day with Michael, but that isn’t nearly enough. Not for him. Alex may have just met him, but he’s pretty sure he’d happily spend the rest of his life with Michael.

“I’m sure Isobel would be happy to have him join us too,” Michael replies. He looks down before meeting Alex’s eyes, “She’s kind of been a fan since your first album. I’m pretty sure she won’t forgive me if she misses her chance to meet you.”

And that explains it. Michael is just a good brother who is trying to make his sister happy. Of course that’s all this is. “Yeah, I think I can talk Kyle into that.”

“Good,” Michael grins at him. Alex feels his heart swell in spite of himself. He’s so screwed.

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Michael isn’t sure whether his sister was flirting more with Alex or Kyle during dinner. So, when he gets her alone in the kitchen, he says, “You know he’s gay, right?”

“Kyle too?” Isobel sounds disappointed. “I mean, I’d be happy to think about those two hooking up because, wow. There has to be something in the water in this town. They’re both way too hot. And those cheekbones!”

“No, Alex. I’ve known Kyle about as long as you have.”

“Of course I know Alex is gay. And I wouldn’t pursue someone you’re making actual hearteyes at anyway.”

“I’m not-”

Isobel cuts him off, “Michael, I’ve known you my whole life. And I’ve never seen you look at someone like that. Like you’re imagining your wedding to him.”

“He’s way out of my league, Isobel,” Michael argues.

“Did he say that?” Isobel asks, sounding like she already knows the answer. “Look, I know Maria did a number on you, but that man has been returning your adoring looks all night and it would actually be kinda sickening if I didn’t have Kyle here to look at instead.”

“You really think he’d be interested in me?” Michael asks. He knows it’s not a good idea and is sure he wouldn’t survive Alex realizing that Michael isn’t good enough for him, but he can’t help but want it anyway.

“Yes, Michael. He’s obviously interested in you. And I think you should go for it. Tonight, ideally. Leave me alone with the sexy doctor.” Isobel’s grin is positively evil. And, in spite of himself, Michael really wants to take her advice.

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“Drive you home?” Michael offers in little over a whisper. And Alex wants this to be more than it is, just the friendly offer from the man who drove them both here.

“You do know I’ve been staying with Kyle, right?” Alex asks, giving Michael the option to rescind the polite offer.

“Yeah, I know,” Michael replies, perfectly calmly. “Did you want to wait to get a ride home with him or would you rather let me drive you home?”

Alex is pretty sure he takes far too long to respond. “Let me get my jacket.”

Michael just holds it out to him and waits as Alex puts it on, offering his hand to Alex to help him up.

Alex considers for a moment, but takes it. And then, to his surprise, Michael doesn’t let go, simply leads him toward the front door, shouting, “See you tomorrow, Is!”

“Have fun!” she shouts back. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

“Is there anything you wouldn’t do?” Michael shouts at her.

They’re out the door before Isobel can reply.

Before they reach his truck, Michael stops them in the middle of the sidewalk, hand still holding Alex’s. He looks like he’s about to speak and Alex is absolutely certain that, whatever he says, it will kill the fragile bit of hope that’s building inside of him. The hope that, just maybe, Michael might want him after all.

And, suddenly, Michael’s lips are pressed against his and it feels like time stops, like nothing exists outside of the man in front of him, the way his lips are parting, the way his free hand presses against Alex’s lower back, pulling him closer, kissing Alex like he’s precious, like he cares about him more than anyone ever has.

Michael pulls away a couple of inches and Alex opens his eyes to see Michael’s already focused on his own eyes.

And then Michael smiles at him like he’s feeling everything Alex is feeling, like he’s jumped off the edge of a cliff only to start to fly.

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The last week has been the best week of Michael’s life, waking up next to Alex, getting to kiss him awake, to spend hours in bed, kissing and talking and exploring each others’ bodies. They’ve been taking time to write together as well and, really, every moment Michael spends with Alex, no matter what they’re doing, makes Michael feel happier than he’s ever felt before.

Sadly, he hasn’t been working on Alex’s cabin, but he spends every hour he’s at work counting down to the moment he can be with Alex again.

Tonight, however, he’s going to Rosa’s concert. Alex has some kind of surprise for him and he can’t wait to see whatever it is. Some small part of him hopes he’s going to see Alex get onstage with Rosa to play their song.

He and Isobel get to their seats in the front row, but, to his surprise, Isobel isn’t even looking up from her phone to tease him about how he’d disappeared for the last week.

“Who’s got you so distracted?” he finally asks.

“Kyle,” Isobel admits. Michael is pretty sure she’s actually blushing. “He’s really hot. And a surprisingly generous lover. He went down on me for-”

“Isobel! I don’t want to hear about your sex life!” he objects quickly.

“Your loss,” she shrugs. “You could learn some things.”

“Nothing I’d want to learn,” he replies.

“What about you?” she asks. “Been too busy in Alex Manes’s bed to give me the details?”

“He’s amazing,” Michael smiles. “He’s so kind and smart and-”

“Those aren’t the details I’m looking for,” Isobel tells him.

“I’m not describing his dick to you,” Michael shakes his head.

“You’re no fun!” she pouts for a moment before breaking into a smile. “Seriously though. I’m glad you’re happy. You deserve someone who treats you well.”

“Thanks. So do you.”

He’s incredibly grateful that the house lights lower, preventing Isobel from sharing more unsolicited details about her sex life.

Rosa walks out onstage, grabbing the mic, waiting until the cheers die down. And then she speaks. “I know you were expecting to just see me tonight, but I have a friend here and he’s going to sing a song he wrote first, if you’re all okay with that.”

The crowd cheers, but Michael’s heart drops. A song Alex wrote. Not that they wrote together. He had really thought Alex was so much better than that, so much kinder, that he could trust him. He can’t believe he opened his heart up, that he finally took a chance on someone, only for this to happen again.

He stumbles up the aisle, desperate to get out, to get away from the crowd.

Everything sounds like he’s underwater and he’s pretty sure he’s crying. Until Alex’s voice breaks through all of it.

It’s not the song they’d written. He stops still, turns around to see Alex sitting with his guitar, strumming it and singing into the mic. Singing something Michael has never heard before.

It’s raw and lovely and more vulnerable than anything Michael had heard from him or Rosa before. It’s the most beautiful song Michael has ever heard in his life.

He’s still crying, but no longer tears from a broken heart. The crowd fades away and it’s like it’s just Alex singing directly to him, letting him know about all of his insecurities and fears and hopes.

And, yeah, Michael is definitely in love with this man.

Alex’s eyes find him and he smiles hopefully at Michael and all Michael can do is nod in response.

Alex’s responding grin is brighter than the sun.

Michael’s eyes don’t leave Alex until he’s done with the song and off the stage entirely. And then Michael rushes toward the door, flashing the backstage pass Alex had given him at the guard, desperate to see Alex.

He finds Alex standing backstage in a dressing room, looking like he’s worrying about something.

Michael wants to reassure him, to let him know that there’s no reason for concern. “That was amazing.”

“You really think so?” Alex asks. “It wasn’t too much?” It almost sounds to Michael like he’s asking if he’s too much, if all the vulnerabilities he shared in his song are too much for Michael.

“Yeah. You’re amazing.” He wishes he could show Alex what he sees when he looks at him, how truly gorgeous he is, how amazed Michael is that his heart is still so beautiful after everything he’s gone through. “When did you find the time to write that?”

Alex blushes, looking at the floor, “When you were working.”

Michael steps right in front of him, hand on his jaw, tilting it up so he’s looking Michael in the eye. And all he can do is tell Alex exactly how he feels, even if it’s too soon. “I love you.”

Alex takes a moment to respond, looks like he can’t quite believe his ears. And then he’s smiling and saying, “I love you too.”

They’re both quiet for a moment before Alex realizes, “You’re going to miss Rosa singing your song.”

Michael just shrugs, “Doesn’t matter. I’d rather be here with you.” And it’s true. Before he met Alex, Michael had so desperately wanted to hear his songs sung for crowds of people who all knew he wrote them. But now he’s happy just to be here with Alex.

Alex grabs his hand and Michael smiles in response, intertwining their fingers and squeezing Alex’s hand. And then Alex leads Michael to the stage, right outside of the audience’s view. “Now you can have both,” he says so quietly that only Michael can hear his voice. “You shouldn’t miss this.”

Rosa is standing there in front of the crowd, “This next song was written by Alex and a man named Michael Guerin. I think you’re going to hear a lot of his work in the years to come. Maybe you’re already familiar with some of his stuff.”

Alex seems to anticipate Michael’s question, because, when Michael turns to him for answers, he says, “You’re talented. And you have a very distinctive voice. Rosa figured it out on her own.” And Michael finds himself relieved by that answer, by the knowledge that maybe Maria hasn’t fully gotten away with stealing his work, that maybe people will figure out the truth on their own, without him needing to prove a thing.

Alex gave him that. And so much more than he ever knew he wanted.

Michael turns back toward the stage, watching Rosa sing the song he wrote with Alex, the song that brought the man beside him into his life. He’s not sure if he’s ready for the attention that Rosa implied he’ll be receiving soon, but he knows he’ll be able to handle it, as long as Alex is here at his side.

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foramomentonly · 9 months

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I really hope your muse comes back to you and you finish your WIP 🖤

I've been writing in little sentences every few days. My WIP is neglected, but not forgotten. 💗

#anon #roswell new mexico #roswell nm fic #malex #malex fic

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dreamer-of-ships · 2 years

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Here’s the next chapter for your reading pleasure! This is a combination of a fluff-fest and a bunch of handwavy science. I hope you all enjoy!

Thanks again for all the support for the story. Seriously, all the comments and Kudos I recieve really motivate me when it comes to writing this, and I wouldn’t have come this far without all your lovely feedback!

Let me know what you think of this chapter!

Excerpt from Chapter Twenty-One below:

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Days after Michael woke up at Deep Sky, Alex couldn't believe things were starting to go back to normal. A sense of pure relief had settled over him — now that they could get their lives back. Kyle had given Michael the all-clear the same day he'd woken up, so they had gone home and instantly fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Alex had only come out of the pod a week ago, but it felt like a lifetime since then. But for Michael, he'd been put through nightmare after nightmare a lot longer than that. They were exhausted, and, despite the relief that the shadows were gone for good, Alex couldn't help but wait for the other shoe to drop.

Because that was what war did to you; it made you think that if you closed your eyes for even one moment, you might never see the light of day ever again.

But Alex was trying.

Michael was trying.

They were going to get their lives back. The whole gang would get their lives back.

Liz and Heath were already back in the lab looking into theories regarding the metaphysical bonds. Since coming out of the pod, Alex wasn't the only one experiencing side effects. Liz, Heath and Kyle all seemed to have a weird feeling in their bones, and Liz, ever the scientist, wanted to make sure they weren't in danger of any life-altering ramifications.

It had been a risk putting them in the pods. But Alex knew why it had to have happened. It had been their only option, and now that the shadows were out of their hair, they had the time to figure out the actual consequences.

Max and Isobel had managed to convince Sheriff Taylor that Michael's one evening of being under the shadow's influence was just another drunken night's shenanigans. It had taken Isobel jumping inside her mind again, which they'd all been hesitant about at first, but they had to do it to protect their secret.

There was also the situation with Jordan Barnhardt. Everybody was still on tenterhooks when it came to dealing with him. People around Roswell had certainly noticed he was gone. Missing posters had already been plastered around town. The Bernhardts wanted to find their son, and they had every intention of doing so. Michael had yet to enter the town centre, so he hadn't seen the posters, but Alex had told him about them. He didn't want to keep anything from Michael, and he knew his boyfriend would find out eventually.

It was something they would have to keep a close eye on, but they'd made sure to bury any evidence leading his death to Michael. It wasn't something they could risk getting out to the public. They wanted their lives back, and throwing a murder investigation into the mix would make that impossible.

But Alex believed they would be okay. It had been an awful, dreaded accident, and Michael regretted it more than he had ever regretted anything. He couldn't take it back, but he had to try and find a way to move past it, as difficult as that may be.

As for the rest of the gang, they were also trying to get back to everyday life. Maria had started planning various events at The Pony, such as another open mic night and even a couple of quiz nights. She and Greg were beyond happy, which made Alex even happier.

Rosa had started packing for her move to art school, and despite how much nobody wanted to see her go, they knew this was what she needed. She'd been putting it off for a while but life was getting back to normal, so it was time she went and lived hers.

Isobel and Kyle were finding their footing as a new couple. It was clear to everybody that they were more in love than was humanly possible. Alex couldn't believe they'd ever managed to convince themselves their feelings for each other weren't real.

Dallas and Heath were in the same boat. Whilst they were a bit more inconspicuous about their feelings for each other, Alex could see how much happier they were since giving in to what they wanted.

Liz and Max were as solid as ever. Nothing and nobody could ever break them apart ever again. Like Alex and Michael, they were in it for the long haul.

And Alex meant what he'd said — that he wanted Michael for the rest of their lives. Not that long ago, the rest of their lives might not have felt like that much time at all. Now it was all laid out for them, and it was a long windy road ahead. But Alex would follow wherever that road took him.

Each Oasian loved their significant other more than anything, and they knew it was because there was more than just a human connection involved. And even though it still scared Alex to think of what that might mean, it didn't bother him as much as when he'd first found out. Because it was him and Michael at the end of the day, and there could never be anything wrong with the love they shared.

But that didn't mean he didn't want to know more about it. So that's why they agreed to meet Liz at the lab, knowing whatever she had to say would be significant.

Read it on AO3

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pastelwitchling · 1 month

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Malex smut.

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Michael smiled against the crook of Alex’s neck as his husband writhed beneath him, Michael buried to the hilt inside him.

“M-Michael,” he stammered, breathless and red as Michael squirmed enough that the head of his cock brushed Alex’s prostate, but he didn’t move. He didn’t thrust or pound Alex into the bed, he just stayed buried, brushing Alex’s sweet spot as his husband turned damp beneath him, his back arched, his nails carving into Michael’s biceps.

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Michael breathed, nuzzling Alex’s jaw, his chin, his cheek. “Naked and sweaty and mine.”

“Michael –”

“Spread your legs more.”

Alex bit his lower lip, but complied, pushing his legs further apart.

Michael kissed his ear and in a voice like gravel, said, “Good boy.” Alex shivered against him, whimpering as he hugged his shoulders, clinging to him.

Michael couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He couldn’t believe that he alone got to have Alex like this; vulnerable and wanting and pleading.

Squirming again, Michael gave him the barest of thrusts, and Alex gasped, arching his back, eager for whatever Michael would give him.

Michael caught his face in one hand. He bit Alex’s lower lip and tugged, then licked the bite mark. “Who do you belong to?”

Alex looked like he was struggling to breathe. Michael loved it. “You.”

Michael rewarded him with another thrust, long and deeper and harder. “Who do you worship?”

“You.”

Another thrust.

Michael chuckled breathlessly against his jaw, inhaling the smell of his sweat as Alex moaned.

“You feel so good,” Michael huffed, his heart hammering. “I’m not gonna last long like this.”

Alex whimpered. “Please.”

Michael admired Alex’s stubble against his fingers, the flush of Alex’s cheeks, the unshed tears in his eyes as pleasure overtook every single one of his senses. He was safe here, and he knew he was safe here. That was Michael’s favorite part. How vulnerable Alex was only in Michael’s arms because he knew Michael would destroy the world before he let it hurt a hair on Alex’s head.

“Tell me you love me,” Michael huffed against his ear.

Without a moment’s hesitation, Alex breathed, “More than anything.”

Michael’s heart hammered for a completely different reason at the promise in Alex’s voice, and he couldn’t take it anymore. He drew back and thrusted into Alex with a loud slap. It took two more thrusts before they were both coming harder than they had in days.

As they lay panting afterwards, Michael’s body halfway on top of Alex’s as their chests heaved, Alex ran his hands up and down Michael’s back, his eyes shut. “You enjoy torturing me way too much.”

Michael grinned and bit into Alex’s shoulder, making him hiss. “My dick has a price.”

Alex huffed a chuckle, which quickly turned into a laugh. Michael couldn’t look away. Tracing his husband’s jaw, he shook his head. “Your smile is unreal. Have I ever told you that?”

Alex’s laughter faded from his lips, but not from his eyes as he turned to look at Michael’s face. “Once or twice. A week.”

“It’s true.”

Alex poked his ribs. “You’re unreal.”

Michael bit his lower lip, and leaned in, thrusting his hip against Alex’s thigh. His cock was already hardening again, and Alex burst into laughter.

“You really are unreal! Don’t you get tired?”

“Not of you,” Michael said, like it was obvious, already moving to hover over his giggling husband. "Never of you."

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Happy Malex Monday ❤️

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dragonbinx · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes Additional Tags: Telekinesis, Aliens, Falling In Love, School Dances, Halloween, Michael Guerin Loves Alex Manes, Alex Manes Loves Michael Guerin, 5+1 Things Series: Part 10 of It's Just a Bunch of Halloween Fics, Part 2 of Malex's Haunted House Summary:

He was totally in the zone, stirring the sauce with his telekinesis while he seasoned the chicken thighs, when Alex pressed up behind him and said, “What’s all this?”

Michael shivered at the sudden warmth of Alex and the way his breath felt on his neck, and the spoon that had been stirring the sauce went flying and splatted quietly against the wall.

Alex looked at the spoon as it fell to the floor, then at Michael, his eyebrow raised. “Happy to see me?”

Michael can't stop his powers from reacting to Alex, and it's embarrassing and inconvenient for him. Alex, on the other hand, is completely fine with it.

#Roswell New Mexico #Roswell NM #Malex #Malex Fic #Alex x Michael #Michael x Alex #Michael Guerin #Alex Manes #Alex Guerin #cosmic husbands #dragonbinx fics

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smilingbuckley · 3 months

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brother, I'm home

Fandom: Roswell, New Mexico

Relationships: Michael & Max, Michael/Alex, Liz/Max, Isobel/Kyle

Rated: T

Words: 2,531

Tags: Reunions, Family Reunions, Good Brother Max Evans, POV Michael Guerin, Michael Guerin Deserves Nice Things, Hugs, Future Fic, Fluff, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Brotherly Love, Brothers, Brother Feels

Summary:

Years after having left Earth, Max comes back. Michael gets the notification of movement at the portal while preparing dinner for his family. Of course, he brings Max home.

Posted sooner than intended!

#roswell new mexico fic #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #michael guerin #max evans #michael and max #max and michael #malex #writing #fanfiction

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pleasantfanartist · 1 year

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Inspired by this fic by @jesmme

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burntotears · 1 year

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all alex & isobel scenes (1/?) | 202 ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space

And the specimen. Noah's in there? What's left of him.

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daughterofelros · 8 months

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I Need It So Bad I Can Taste It || RNM Kaliz fic

Have some Max/Kyle/Liz Orgasm Delay/Denial with cock rings and cock cages for RNM After Dark 2023

@rnmafterdark

#roswell new mexico #rnmafterdark2023 #Kyle Valenti #Max Evans #liz ortecho #rnm #fic #fanfic #Roswell #Roswell NM

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dayscrazed · 1 month

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The last chapter! Loose ends are wrapped up. Michael and Alex finally come face to face with their mysterious pen pal. But will he leave them with even more questions than answers?

#malex #michael and alex #michael guerin #alex manes #malex fic #roswell nm #roswell nm fic #malex au #roswell new mexico #malex kid #rnm #rnm fic #malex future child

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manesalex · 1 year

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nothing starts without you (we become the stories we’ve always wanted): chapter 1/3

Warnings for suggestive comments, references to past abuse, and references to addiction. Not Maria Deluca friendly.

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“Can you get someone in soon to start making the changes?” Alex asks into his phone, looking around the cabin Jim Valenti left for him in his will. He hasn’t been here in at least a decade, but it’s his now and, while it’s almost exactly what he needs, it’s not exactly accessible.

“I’ve already scheduled someone to get started. He’ll be there the day after tomorrow. Is that soon enough for you?” Alex’s lawyer, Noah, asks.

“It’s perfect,” Alex laughs. “Kyle will be happy to be rid of me.” He’s joking. He knows that, for some reason, Kyle loves that he’s staying with him, loves the chance to catch up for so long. But, really, they both need their own space, if only so Alex can actually sleep in for once.

He’s barely hung up the phone when it rings again and he answers without looking, assuming it’s Noah again with something he’s forgotten.

“Hey, Alex,” Rosa’s voice surprises him.

It’s not that he’s avoiding her, not really. It’s just that, after everything fell apart, he’s surprised to hear from her. “Rosa,” he replies. “How are you?”

“Good. I’ve, um, I went through rehab. And I wanted to apologize. I’ve been sober for two years, actually.”

“That’s amazing.” He’s glad that something good could have come out of their band’s very painful public implosion.

“Yeah, and, like I said, I need to apologize. I said some truly awful things to you and I know you-”

“We were both struggling back then,” Alex brushes it away. “I forgave you long ago.”

Rosa is silent for a moment and then, “I’ve been working on some new music lately.”

Alex frowns. He can’t do this, not again. Not after what happened. “I’m glad. You’ve always been an amazing singer. But, if you’re calling about getting the band back together, I’m sorry, but I’m enjoying my privacy.”

“No, I know,” Rosa replies. “I just… I’m working on a new record and I need a ballad. I was wondering if you’d consider writing one for me.”

He shouldn’t be surprised at the request. He wrote most of their bigger hits, after all, even if Rosa was the face of it all. But he hasn’t written anything new since the band broke up and he’s not sure if he’s ready to go back to mining his trauma for music. He’s not sure if he even can write anything good again. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” Rosa answers quickly. “I mean, if you do write something, I’d love to play it at my concert on Saturday night, but– I can wait.”

“I’ll get back to you,” Alex promises. “And Rosa? I’m really glad you’re doing so well now.”

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Alex wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon the next morning and comes out of Kyle’s guest room to find his friend busy at the stove. “I should be out of here soon,” he says, using his cane to get himself over to the table.

“You know I don’t mind,” Kyle says, handing him a cup of coffee before returning to the stove. “Having you here reminds me of our senior year of high school.”

“Dealing with all my shit?” Alex asks, careful to keep his tone joking.

“Having a brother. And knowing you were safe.”

Alex wraps his hands around the mug, eyes on it when he says, “I’m not going far. Just to the cabin Jim left me.”

“I’m sorry he never got around to making it accessible for you,” Kyle says, still focused on the stove.

“He did more than enough for me,” Alex brushes it off. “And it’s not like he wasn’t busy with everything else.” He pauses, taking a sip before he says, “Noah is sending someone over tomorrow to get started on it. Well, that and making some necessary updates because I’m not going to rely on that ancient fireplace for heating. Not to mention all the other things that haven't changed as long as we’ve been alive.”

“Good.” Kyle is silent for a moment before he says, “Rosa called me last night. She was worried she overstepped.”

“She didn’t,” Alex replies simply. In truth, he’s pretty sure Rosa couldn’t. At least not with him. She’s been as much of a sibling to him as Kyle has been since they were kids. More than his own siblings. Rosa has been there for him through so much that he’s more than willing to give her as much grace as she needs.

“She said she asked you to write a song for her?”

“Yeah. And I know I should. She deserves it. And the second shot at a music career. I just–” Alex sighs, “I don’t know if I have it in me anymore.”

“Well,” Kyle says, putting a fork and a plate on the table in front of Alex before grabbing his own. “For what it’s worth, I think you should. And not because of what Rosa needs or deserves. It’s what you deserve.” Before Alex can interrupt, he explains, “I know you don’t want to go back to the industry, but, when you left it, I know you lost touch with a lot of your friends. And you deserve to get that back. Those friendships. Or new ones, if that’s what you want. I just– I don’t want to see you spend the rest of your life as a recluse just because some asshole told the world his version of your trauma.” He stops to smile at Alex, “And I know you don’t want to let Jesse Manes win.”

Alex laughs, picking up a piece of bacon and saying, “You’re right about that.”

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Before the band broke up, Alex never had trouble coming up with lyrics for his songs. But now, he finds himself struggling. He has the start of a tune, but everything he comes up with is terrible.

He was working at Kyle’s house yesterday, but today he has to be at the cabin to let whoever Noah is sending inside and answer any questions they may have. So he’s not expecting to get very far today either.

He gets up when he hears the knock on the door and opens it to find a truly unfairly handsome man standing there, holding a box of tools. “Alex Manes?” he asks and it takes far too long for Alex to nod in response. “I’m Michael.”

“Nice to meet you,” Alex replies, finally offering his hand to Michael’s to shake.

Michael’s hand is warm and his grip oddly comforting and Alex maybe holds it for a moment too long before letting go, judging by the uncertain look on Michael’s face when he lets go and the way he runs his hand through those gorgeous curls.

“Um, the bathroom is just through there if you want to get started on it,” Alex gestures. “If you have any questions, I’ll be over there,” he points to the couch. “Trying to write some music.”

“It might get kinda loud. If you want me to come back later or something–”

“Honestly, the noise probably couldn’t hurt at this point,” Alex laughs.

Michael nods and Alex returns to the couch, trying to work on the song, but mostly getting distracted by Michael walking in and out of the cabin with tools and supplies, paying far too much attention to the way Michael’s jeans ride so low on his hips, the relaxed way he walks, and that damn belt buckle to do more than repeatedly strum the tune he’s already written.

Even when Michael is out of sight, though, busy working on installing bars in the bathroom, Alex can’t seem to get anywhere. It’s not Michael, after all, but him. After having his private problems aired to the entire world, he can’t seem to use them to write a single thing.

He finally just gives up, setting his guitar in its case and picking up his phone, turning his attention to his messages. Unsurprisingly, there are none. After all, he doesn’t really have any friends or family other than Kyle anymore. And that’s his own fault. He was more than happy to disappear from the public eye. He lost a lot of friendships when he cut the rest of the world off.

He’s just about to put his phone back down when he hears Michael singing something to the tune that Alex had been playing.

He gets up as quietly as he can, walking towards the bathroom, curious about what Michael is singing.

Once he can hear it clearly, he knows it’s good. Better, maybe, than anything Alex has written. And he can’t help but wonder why Michael is here, installing bars in his bathroom when he could be writing hits.

“That’s really good,” he finally says, leaning against the wall across from the bathroom door.

“Oh, shit,” Michael curses, dropping the bar he had been holding, looking back at him.

“I’m sorry. I just… I heard you singing and I– You’re very talented. Have you ever considered songwriting?”

“Once or twice,” Michael shrugs. “Long time ago.”

“Well, if you’re interested, I could actually really use your help. I’m trying to write a song for my friend, Rosa Ortecho, and–”

“Thanks for the compliments and everything,” Michael interrupts, tone cold, eyes looking almost pained. “But I’m just here to make this place accessible.”

“Oh. Okay,” Alex frowns. “Sorry for interrupting. I’ll let you get back to work.” He turns around and rushes back to the living room, trying not to think about the look on Michael’s face, trying instead to focus on his guitar and the song he’s been trying and failing to write.

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Thanks for reading! Chapters 2 and 3 will follow later today!

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for the Roswell New Mexico Big Bang 2022

Summary: Alex & Michael’s honeymoon is interrupted when Anatsa follows Liz out into the desert, discovering the portal and putting the aliens in harm's way when the location becomes public knowledge. The gang must work together to avoid dangerous government intervention, and ensure that Max & Dallas can safely return home from Oasis.

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Excerpt from Chapter One:

Isobel laughs on the other end. “So what are we going to do? How do I deal with this?”

Before he can answer, he hears the glass door slide open behind him, and turns to look, watching as Michael steps outside wearing only his boxers. For a moment, Alex focuses on the ring on his left hand, the afternoon sunlight reflecting off it as he crosses over to him. His hair is a mess, sticking up in all directions and Alex has a moment to wonder what Michael would look like with it all pulled back, filing the idea away for later.

“Isobel texted,” he says as Michael falls into the empty chair next to him.

“Put her on speaker.”

Pulling the phone away from his ear, Alex presses the screen for speakerphone, and holds it out between the two of them.

“What’s up, Isobel?”

“There’s my dear brother, finally,” she exclaims, and Alex swears he can hear the eyeroll in the tone of her voice. “Did you make your husband call me so you didn’t have to?”

Michael rolls his eyes. “I was sleeping.”

“Anatsa knows about the portal and the console, Michael. And now she’s here in my studio and she’s asking questions about what she saw, and I’m freaking out about how to handle it.”

“She’s at your place?”

“Yes, Michael, she’s here.”

He watches as Michael leans his head back, and realizes this isn’t going to be something they can solve from three states away.

“I haven’t even seen the ocean yet, Isobel. You couldn’t wait until then to have your crisis interrupt us?”

And that’s one of the reasons Alex had been so excited for them to travel together to California. He knew Michael had never left the state, except for a trip to Texas a couple years ago, and there was something that made their entire honeymoon feel even more special that he’d get to be there to see Michael experience it.

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dreamer-of-ships · 2 years

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Second to last chapter folks! It’s all ready for you to read and this one is a major fluff fest!

WE HAVE ONE CHAPTER TO GO! I honestly can’t believe we’ve come this far, and it honestly makes me so happy that so many of you are loving this story!

In the meantime, let me know what you thought of this chapter! I really hope it puts a smile on your face after hearing the news that the show is ending. It definitely put a smile on my face writing it!

Enjoy! xxx

Excerpt from Chapter Twenty-Two below:

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The following day Michael woke to an empty bed. It was something he'd experienced many times before in his relationship with Alex. Sometimes sleep eluded the other man so much that he'd wake up at the crack of dawn and dive straight into whatever he had to do that day. But in the days since they had defeated the Shadows, exhaustion had brandished itself onto Alex's shoulders, to the point he'd stayed in bed with Michael into the later hours of the morning. Michael had known it wouldn't last forever, but a part of him still felt disappointed when he noticed the empty space in the bed beside him.

The mattress still felt warm to the touch, though, so Alex must not have gone far. As Michael started to take in his surroundings, he caught the sound of pots and pans rattling in the kitchen.

And that was a major red flag.

He smirked to himself, shaking his head before clambering out of bed. The cold autumn chill met his bare chest instantly, and more than ever, he just wanted to curl up in bed with his boyfriend for a bit longer.

But clearly, Alex had other plans.

To combat the cold, Michael threw on an old hoodie and sweats before wandering towards the kitchen, searching for his boyfriend. And what he found brought a smile to his face almost instantly.

Usually, Alex was calm and collected in almost every aspect of his life — but the kitchen? That was an entirely different story. He looked utterly lost, like he had no idea where anything was, even though this had been his kitchen longer than Michael's.

On the stovetop was a pan filled with what Michael could only guess were scrambled eggs. And in another pan was the bacon — if it could still be called that. But Alex didn't seem deterred as he finally found the spatula he'd been looking for. Then he started plating up the breakfast food as if his life depended on it.

"I thought we banned you from the kitchen?" Michael said, unable to remain silent for much longer. Alex and kitchens did not go together and would most certainly lead to disaster if he was left to his own devices for much longer.

Alex looked up, eyes open wide as if surprised. "I was going to bring this to you in bed!"

Michael's heart swelled in his chest from the sheer love he felt for Alex then. The things this man did for him.

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pastelwitchling · 23 days

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What about Michael and isobel bonding cause both Alex and Kyle go at a million miles an hour and don't sleep when they're working on something together

So they're just stuck watching two grown men stumble around borderline delirious waiting for the right moment to intervene and get them to rest

@brittz-2123

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It was Michael’s day off. He should’ve been comfortable in bed with Alex’s body curled into his, Alex’s head on his shoulder, Alex’s arm slung over his waist as he cuddled deeper into Michael’s chest. Because Michael’s days off were often Alex’s days off. Because Alex didn’t usually take days off by himself. Because he was insane.

Michael didn’t want to know about his work schedule before they’d gotten together, but it didn’t matter anyway. Alex had him now, and that meant that Michael was very religious about his days off. If he didn’t rest, Alex wouldn’t, and Alex had to rest.

Of course, Alex was still Alex, and he still had his nightmares, and though Michael sleeping in did guarantee Alex would be in bed, it didn’t always guarantee he’d be sleeping.

That was why, when Michael peeked an eye open to find Alex sitting up in bed, working on his laptop, he groaned under his breath and wrapped an arm around Alex’s hip.

“No,” he whined, squeezing Alex to him and shoving at the laptop with his elbow. “No, Alex.”

Alex chuckled under his breath. He already sounded more tired than he had last night when he’d gotten back from Deep Sky, ready to collapse. “Want to elaborate, honey?”

“It’s a day off,” Michael insisted, refusing to be deterred by the pet name, no matter how it made him blush. “That means sleeping until we’re awake enough for sex, then food, then sex, then repeat. No codes, no satellite searches, no alien anything but me.”

Alex hummed, sliding a hand into his hair and tugging on the curls. “I do like my alien.” He smiled down at Michael, making his blush deepen. Seriously, how old was he? “I’m sorry,” Alex said wearily. “I guess I have a hard time not following orders the second I get them.”

Michael considered him, and reached up to trace Alex’s lips with the tips of his fingers. “They’re not orders, Alex. Ramos wouldn’t dare give you an order.” He dropped his hand to grip Alex’s chin, tugging until he met his eyes. “You know you’re not a soldier anymore, right? You’re free, baby. You make the orders.”

Alex’s smile turned a little strained, and rubbing his face with one hand, he used the other to shut his laptop, setting on the nightstand. Scooting down into bed and turning onto his side so he could face his husband, Alex folded his arms beneath his pillow, and leaned in, gently pressed a kiss to Michael’s chin, then his collarbone.

Looking up at him, Alex whispered, “Can’t you make the orders for me? I’d follow them all, you know I would.”

Michael traced his hand down Alex’s temple, his cheek, his jaw, and back up to slide his hand into his hair. He did know that. He knew Alex would do anything and everything Michael asked of him, and Michael knew that he needed it now. He needed to be told what to do, to have some direction or he’d tear himself apart trying to follow the million other directions in his head trying to get his attention.

However, Michael knew that telling him to rest would be unfair and impossible. He couldn’t force Alex’s mind to calm down when he knew his husband needed more than just another order. Too often, Michael had wondered how to talk to an ex-airman. How did you get to the core of what was bothering them and banish the fears there? How did you destroy the darkness?

Except then, Michael realized that Alex had fallen in love with him for a reason. He’d never been good at acting like others wanted or expected him to. If he was ever going to help Alex, it had to be as himself. So he’d stopped asking himself what a military man might do, what everyone else would do, and started to wonder what he wanted most to do.

“Okay,” Michael said, cupping Alex’s jaw and brushing his cheek with his thumb as he came to a decision. “Okay. You want an order, Private? Get up, get dressed.”

Alex raised a brow, his lips quirked in weary amusement. “Where are we going?”

Michael pressed a quick, chaste kiss to his lips. “The Crashdown.”

“For breakfast?”

He smiled. “Nope.”

Michael held the door open for Alex, the bell’s jingle above their heads as they entered a prelude to the ambience of the diner. Steam hissing from the open kitchens, to-go boxes ringing up, waitresses taking orders and jukebox music playing over the cacophony of families and couples laughing and chattering over their meals and coffee.

Michael watched Alex carefully, and when he saw the tension that had been in his shoulders all morning finally loosen, he knew he’d made the right call. He caught Alex’s hand and put it through his arm, then stuffed his own hands in his jacket pockets as he scanned the Crashdown. There Isobel sat next to the window, with Kyle seated next to her, looking about as tired as Alex did.

When she saw him, she waved him over. As he and Alex neared, Kyle seemed to realize that they would be forcing Alex to put his back to the exit, so he nudged Isobel and the two slid into the opposite seats. Giving Kyle a shy but grateful smile, Alex slid into the booth, tugging Michael in beside him and pressing their arms together.

“Well,” Isobel greeted Alex, “you look about as well-rested as he does.” She nudged her chin at Kyle, who’d been staring out the window, and blinked.

“Huh?” Kyle looked between the three of them. “Is someone talking about me?”

Isobel shrugged a shoulder as if to say, What’d I tell you?, even as she reached up to rub Kyle’s temples with her thumbs. Kyle’s brows were pinched, like he had a perpetual migraine. Michael recognized the look from Alex’s face.

“Third shift in a row at the hospital,” Isobel explained, since Kyle seemed too tired to. “He got back just an hour ago.”

“M’fine,” he murmured, eyes shut, either with pain or relief, Michael didn’t know.

Either way, his presence brought an extra comfort to Alex (no, Michael didn’t want to talk about it, and this was the only time he would acknowledge it), and Alex brought an extra comfort to Kyle (because, obviously). All part of Michael’s plan; the ambience of the everyday world going on around Alex was the reminder that he was safe; Kyle here and in front of him was a reminder that the people he cared for most were safe; and Michael here at his side, their arms linked together, was the anchor he needed to hold him here. With his friends and the man that loved him more than anything.

One look at Kyle, and it was clear that being here, having Alex and Isobel here where he could see them, safe and sound, was the same anchor he’d needed too.

They were both fast asleep in the booth before their meals arrived; Kyle’s head on Isobel’s shoulder, and Alex’s head on his folded arms, Michael’s jacket blanketing him.

Isobel smiled as she ran her fingers through Kyle’s hair, and picked up her smoothie. “How’d you know this would work?”

Michael shrugged a shoulder, picking at his eggs. “They keep getting pulled into different worlds. Sometimes they need to be dragged back.”

“I can’t believe that’s coming from you,” Isobel snickered, shaking her head. Albeit, only slightly, for fear of waking Kyle. “Mr. Nothing-Matters-But-Escaping-This-Planet. What changed?”

Her tone and the sparkle in her eye indicated she already knew. Despite the teasing, Michael couldn’t help but look at Alex, and slumped in his seat. Even with his arms folded and in a deep sleep, Alex’s fingers still clung to Michael’s sleeve, like he needed him no matter how safe he was.

Michael smiled, catching Alex’s fingers in his and squeezing lightly. He didn’t let go. “I found something that mattered more.”

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