#malex drabbles

[wisteriagoesvroom]

for the 5 sentence fic game - malex (Max/Alex), forgiveness? if it's not too out of ur depth :3

ok this was such a good prompt that i bust past 5 sentences and just kept going. so…here we go:

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Forgiveness

a max/alex drabble, rated g

When Max meets Alex again, it’s a crisp autumn day — the kind where the leaves curl in on themselves, as if holding a secret. What secret, Max doesn’t know, but he has never really been in the habit of keeping many secrets.

The park is not where he expects to see Alex. But that’s the thing about parks. They’re a central nervous system for cities. City planners used to design with this in mind, before cars took over. Max remembers this fact from an encyclopaedia that he used to read, under blanket with a torchlight, when he still had the time to, during karting.

And now, Alex is in the park. Alex is older. Hair the same, if longer than it used to be in their F1 days. Face clean-shaven, but sharper in the cut of his jaw. Eyes, still creasing upwards when he sees a thing he likes.

As it turns out, Alex smiled a lot more when he left Red Bull. His smile practically a quantum force of its own when he finally won a GP.

And as it turns out, to his surprise, Max may be one of the things Alex also likes.

“Is that really you?” Alex exclaims, hands tucked in his pockets, wool scarf loose on his neck. Max feels somehow underdressed in his nondescript hoodie. Being a five time world champion, even over a decade later, meant people would stop you for photos.

“It’s me, mate.”

Alex makes a noise that seems like delight. They do the bro hug, and he animatedly explains that Lily is in Shanghai for a project involving augmented reality home golfing that is run through a mobile phone holoprojector. He rambles a little bit about weather — which for some reason the English still are obsessed with — and Alex asks whether Monaco has changed much (Max tells him it hasn’t).

“Are you heading up to Milton Keynes?” Alex says.

There is no loadedness behind the question. Max has only been back to Milton Keynes for Redline work since he retired.

One thing about Alex is that he was always carefully guarded when he needed to be. But Max never found him truly capable of ill intent.

“No,” Mad says. “I’m actually here because Pen has a thing about horses now. I have a break from touring stables and such.”

“Horses! Ah! There’s this great place down by Richmond, the owner’s an old classmate of mine. Let me pass it to you.”

Classic Alex. Always trying to help out, be nice, create a connection. So Max grabs his phone from his pocket, and lets Alex fuss around with it.

So the task is done, and there isn’t much to do now but move on. That is what Max has done well. Move on, in a way that he knows how, eking out a place for himself in Sim driver development and helping others learn the ropes. Much like Alex clearly has too, remaining as advisor to his last team.

Max finds himself reflecting on the younger men they were so long ago. Max was a lot more impulsive then. Quick to anger, a hunger inside him with so much to prove. But every person who did what they did always had the hunger. It just manifested in a lot of different ways.

And the interaction is nearing its end. But Max still can’t quite find a way to make his legs move. Around them, someone occasionally jogs past, and there are some ducks quacking happily at a nearby pond. It is peaceful.

Alex’s phone buzzes. He glances down at it, brows creasing in concern.

“Sorry, there’s some emergency at home involving my five year old and…” Alex squints at his phone. “A muffin tray of glitter. George is always far too lenient with his godson.”

Max smiles. “I heard about that. George, I mean. Not the glitter. I am not psychic.”

“That would explain your super-powered abilities, wouldn’t it?”

“Ha!” Max says, and he means it. “Anyway, I remember exactly how it is. That age.”

Alex smiles back knowingly.

The leaves rustle in the trees. The ducks are still quacking. The sun peeks out from behind a cloud, warming them both.

It is comfortable, in the way Alex always makes people feel, since the Williams years.

Max stops his leg from twitching.

“Listen, Alex. I never got a chance to say it before.”

“Say what?”

“That I…”

And Max finds himself pondering it. What does he mean? That he’s sorry? Sorry that a formula one team only truly ever has enough room for one person? That he should have asked how Alex was, like how he makes a point to do so now, with all his Redline youngsters? That he wishes he had called or texted him in the intervening years to see how he was, that he wishes they had stayed in touch? That he misses his old cars more than anything in the world, even if he’s happy with what he’s done and the way the puzzle pieces of his life have landed, and he always wonders if other drivers did too?

Max swallows a lump in his throat that he didn’t know was there. In the end, he says exactly what is on his mind.

“I’m really glad that you seem well.”

If that’s not the answer Alex was expecting, he doesn’t show it. He always seems borderline spiritual these days. As if he’s discovered a secret and invites you to understand it. A little bit like a monk, but one who definitely drives over the speed limit. (Max saw that video: a special karting one Alex did for family content, and he still carves a magnificent line.)

The monk in question smiles. It’s warm, like the sun. How lucky for those who grow close enough to Alex, to feel it.

And in that sage, still boyish way of his— surrounded by ducks, subjected to the inclement weather, in the artery of the place where worlds meet — Alex tells Max, back:

“I’m glad for us, too.”

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from prompt thing here except i will actually try to stick to 5 sentences for the next one(s)

[jule1122]

Fight for Me - Malex Double Drabble

Pure lost decade angst. Title from "Domestic Bliss" by Glass Animals

Fight for Me on AO3

Their last fight is brutal.  Alex shows up out of the blue promising thirty-six hours, and Michael considers shutting the door in his face.  He’s tired.  Tired of waiting, tired of hoping, tired of giving up just for Alex to come back offering a few scraps of his time.  But he pulls Alex into his bed instead.

The sex is phenomenal - it always is.  But Alex is sullen and withdrawn outside of bed, barely reacting whenever Michael tries to pick a fight.  He waits until he’s packing to tell Michael he’s thinking of reenlisting, and Michael loses it.  He calls Alex a liar, tells him he’s selfish, that he’s done wasting his time on the next martyr to the Manes legacy.

“What do you want from me,” Alex finally yells back, duffle bag already on his shoulder.

Michael wants to say, ‘You, everything, anything.’  “Nothing you want to give me,” is what he settles for. 

“Guerin,” Alex reaches for him, but Michael steps back.

“Don’t come back,” he says, watching Alex’s hand fall back to his side.  “I won’t be here if you do.”

And Alex, Alex fucking smiles.  “Good,” Michael swears he hears Alex whisper on his way out.

[aydann-runs]

Michael toed off his boots as he came into the house, hung his hat on the hook, and stumbled down the hall to the living room. Alex was sitting at the near end of the couch and Michael didn’t hesitate to fling himself down so he was lying with his head in his husband’s lap.

“Long day?” Alex asked, already pushing his fingers through Michael’s curls.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed without elaborating. Between the exhaustion and soothing motion of Alex’s hand, his eyes were already slipping closed.

“Go ahead and sleep, Michael,” Alex murmured. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

First five days are also up on AO3

[changingthingslikeleaves]

Training

A drabble for @gritkitty.

“If you let her get away with it, she’ll keep doing it.”

Alex had read dog training books with the solemn attention other people reserved for the Bible or the latest bestseller. They’d talked seriously about training her so they could take her everywhere they went.

“I know,” Michael said, not sounding sorry. “But look at those eyes!”

Alex looked down to where Lily had two paws on the bed, her brown eyes entreating. He looked to his left and saw no difference.

“Fine,” he said, giving in. “But when she wants out at five-thirty tomorrow morning, that’s your problem.”

[signoraviolettavalery]

If anybody still follows me for Malex/RNM stuff (I doubt it), I dug into my various WIP documents and found some ancient drabbles, mostly written in anger at the finale of season 1, and stuck them on ao3 here

Ya know, if you still want to be mad at a show from 5 years ago

[nnato]

Do Not Disturb

Alex has put off reading through the report for far too long already, and now that he worked up the nerve to do it nothing will interrupt him. What he didn’t take into account was the determination of his boyfriend.

Royal Malex AU

Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting ‘s drabble list #1

[lire-casander]

🎢🍦👀

thank you so much for playing along, my dear!

🎢 which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

oh man i wrote some wild fics back in the day. i started writing fic when i was about 13, so i have my fair share of wild rides.

if we're talking about plot and/or pairing, i'll have to go with anything i wrote for the hanson fandom, when i used to write hancest. yeah, you read that right.

however, my wildest ride story plot-wise would be a drabble that's no longer published (it no longer exists) that i wrote around 15 years ago. in 100 words, i showed a character witnessing a very disturbing scene and enjoying it. it wasn't me saying that that scene was good, or me condoning the fact (i'll tell you about it if you're really interested but it's very disturbing). it was me writing a drabble. that story cost me some friendships, and one of my friends from back then even tried to send me to the psychiatric ward for that fic which was, dare i say, very well tagged thank you very much.

now, if we're talking about a wild ride related to how it made me feel while i was writing it, i have two examples:

#1 - oscuridad y silencio. written in spanish, it's a sttory about domestic abuse that hits way too close home

#2 - from wedding bells to private hells (to fresh new starts and wish you wells). written in english, it's also one of the most personal things i've ever written. like, in forever. you can feel my feelings while i was writing it, i swear.

🍦 what's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

me, writing something sweet? horrified gasp. the nerve! i'm not sure about the sweetest, but one of my fluffiest fics is mousetrap, for the harry potter fandom. it's short, it's sweet, and i think it serves right for this category!

i do have other sweet fics, or better phrased, other sweet scenes in other fandoms. one of my favorites comes from a fic you know well. the raining scene from arashi (malex) is by far one my faves. i love writing rain scenes because they make me feel cozy, even if that doesn't make sense.

there's also a scene in por si acaso no recuerdas mis abrazos (yo te dejo mi canción) (david cook/kyle peek) that's way too sweet even for me. there's a moment inspired by mcfly's "all about you" when david is dancing with kyle's son on the kitchen floor that just melts my heart. btw, if you squint you might find versions of that scene, inspired by that very same song, scattered across all my fandoms. i love that image so much!

👀 tell me about an up and coming wip please!

i've been trying to write a story in a new fandom (which is already dead since the tv show was cancelled like 5 years ago), but it's proving to be very difficult because, somehow, i've managed to convince myself that what i have to say isn't worth saying. hence, i'm suffering from a major writer's block.

it's a m/f story where the main plot is angsty, as one may expect from me. the main pairing broke up in canon seven years ago. nowadays, she is a renowned oncologist coming back to los angeles from boston to attend her mentor's retirement party. he is a renowned neurosurgeon coming back to los angeles from london to attend the very same retirement party. they take the same flight from boston to la, and we can't say that they're excited to share the same space for hours after how they parted ways seven years ago. but apart from having to deal with seeing their ex after so long during a celebratory time, they also have to work together when the venue where the party is being thrown collapses and threatens the lives of everyone they love... including their own.

(i warned you it'd be angsty)

i'm also planning a tarlos christmas fic but that i'm not sure about yet.

ask me anything from this writer emoji meme!

[bekkachaos]

Love your fics ❤️ Which Roswell New Mexico pairings are you taking the drabble prompts for?

Thank you 💕💕 I miss RNM so much 😭

I've really mainly only written Malex, but with Echo and Kybel background, so I'd be happy to write for any of them tbh 💕 I'm also a fan of Kylex, but in a platonic way (mostly 😅)

[pastelwitchling]

Malex - Proposal.

(I'd prefer if Guerin was proposing.)

It happened on a random night, while Alex was laughing over a milkshake at the Crashdown.

Michael had no idea how. He hadn't planned anything, never even considered it, but when he saw Alex's smile, the way his eyes lit up, the love in them, he knew there was nothing else to do but say the words he never could've imagined saying.

"Let's get married."

Alex slowly came down from his laughter, like he was sure he'd heard wrong and loved the idea anyway. Michael tried not to hope too hard.

"Cute," Alex said on an ending sigh.

This was Michael's chance to retreat, to take back what he'd said and play it off like the joke Alex thought it was.

He couldn't.

"I'm not kidding," he said, scooting closer to Alex and taking his hand in both of his. "Let's get married, Private."

Alex's brows furrowed, though he was still smiling, uncertain now. "Guerin -"

"Tonight," Michael insisted. "We can get married." He blushed. "I - I know my airstream isn't big enough, but I can get another job. I can get us a house."

Alex stared, his smile all but gone, his eyes starting to narrow. "You're . . . serious."

"Yeah," he breathed, his smile widening despite himself. He should've been more worried, he should've been terrified, and he was, but . . . this was Alex.

"You," Alex said, "you want to marry me?"

Michael laughed and pulled Alex in, kissing his cheek, his jaw, the corner of his lips. He realized the entire diner, even Arturo and Liz and Rosa behind the counter, had turned silent, watching.

Alex looked like he wanted to smile, but the furrow of his brows still revealed anxiety. "A-Are you sure?"

"Baby," Michael kissed Alex's hand. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life."

Alex huffed a wet chuckle, and swallowed nervously. He searched Michael's face a moment, then -

"Yes," he said. "Let's get married."

Michael held him tighter. "Really?"

"I want to marry you, Guerin," Alex nodded eagerly, laughing with teary eyes. "I really, really want to marry you."

It was Arturo who whooped first, and then everyone burst out into cheers and applause. Michael couldn't hear any of them. He could only hear his own heart racing and Alex's laughter. He could only see Alex, in his arms, all his, now and forever.

[captainsassmanes]

Here’s my Malex remix gift for @cosmicclownboy! I took a little bit of your meta, some of the small things you like (Alex + leather, yes please!) and created this drabble. I hope you enjoy :) 

Open Up My Eager Eyes

“You’re either cruel, stupid or a bit of both.”

Michael huffed out an unamused laugh and rolled his eyes as he brought the rim of his beer glass to his lips. Kyle didn’t move, his smirk and raised eyebrow still perfectly in place.

“Not that I give a shit but,” Michael sighed and turned in his seat, “what exactly are you talking about?”

Contrary to what was probably popular opinion, Michael wasn’t stupid. He was well aware that the only time he and Kyle exchanged more than a passing nod, the topic was always the same.

Alex.

“There’s no way,” Kyle said leaning against the bar top, his bicep flexing in his perfectly fitting denim jacket, “that you haven’t noticed what Alex has been doing.”

Michael smirked and shrugged, helpless against the urge to rile Kyle up. “What’s he been doing, Doc?”

Shaking his head, Kyle threw back the rest of his beer, smacking his lips before standing and tossing a few bucks on the bar.

“Alex has been sad and lonely for way too long. You and I both know the man’s incredible and deserves the best so,” Kyle smiled as he pulled out his keys. “Tomorrow night, Isobel and I are taking him to Planet 7.”

Michael’s façade fell with no hope of keeping it in place. His cheeks paled and he swallowed past the panic rising in his throat. If the smile on Kyle’s face was any indicator, he knew his words had hit their target.

“He might not find Mr. Right at the club but Mr. Good Enough for Tonight will probably be there.” He clapped Michael on the shoulder before heading out the door, arrogant swagger followed like a cloud.

Michael was frozen, brain sifting through too many thoughts at once. Why was this always happening? Why were they always on two different paths when he was so desperate to be right next to Alex? He figured he’d had time after Alex and Forrest fizzled out, do the awkward acquaintance thing then move into friendship then -

“If I were you-”

“Jesus Christ!” Michael jumped, hand moving to his chest as he caught his breath. He was so lost in his own thoughts he didn’t notice when Rosa had taken the seat next to him.

She just laughed. “If I were you, cowboy, I’d show up at the club and tell him how I felt.”

“How I’m – “

“We all know you’ve been in love with each other forever. You’re just too stubborn to deal with your shit and communicate. You people keep claiming to be adults, but I just see one idiot after another.”

“Ouch,” Michael chuckled, giving Rosa a playful push. He sighed, pulling on his hat and digging out a few bucks. “I’ve messed up so many times for so many years. I guess, if I were him, I’d probably tell me to fuck off.”

“Nah,” Rosa stood, heading back to her friends. “Just be honest. Talk, for god’s sake.” She put her fingers to her lips and then shoved her kiss aggressively against Michael’s cheek with a wink.

Talk, Michael thought. Easier said than done.

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It took Michael longer to get ready than he’d planned. No one seemed to realize it, but it took a considerable amount of time and effort to get his curls to fall just the right way. He showered, shaved, fixed his hair and tried on every shirt he owned. Ultimately, he went with his usual style: jeans, clean white t-shirt and a relatively new purple, long-sleeved flannel.

The night air was cool, whipping his hair in front of his eyes as he drove to the club. In his many years living in Roswell, Michael never visited Planet 7. He didn’t know why. He certainly wasn’t ashamed of his sexuality, though he wasn’t walking around with a pride pin on his chest, either.

There was a first time for everything.

He parked the truck and took a few deep breaths, tapping nervously against the steering wheel. Michael watched as more than a few very attractive people walked in and out of the door. He’d been so focused on the environment, how he’d fit into the club, what he’d say to Alex, that he forgot Alex would be here, looking gorgeous he had no doubt, surrounded by other gorgeous, and horny, people.

“Just be honest. Just talk.” Michael repeated his new mantra to himself as he walked into the noise and flashing lights. He did his best to kiss the wall, wanting to survey the scene before diving right in. He’d planned an entire speech for Alex, practicing parts of it over and over again in his tiny mirror while he fought with his hair. Michael found the bar and ordered himself a beer, nodding politely at the blonde with the bright smile who handed him the bottle.

Across the room, highlighted in shades of pink and purple from the lights, Alex sat at a table by himself. He had a small smile on his face though Michael could tell, even from so far away, that it was laced with sadness. He followed Alex’s eyes and watched as Isobel and Kyle danced drunkenly with a small group, laughing and smiling, hands and drinks everywhere. Kyle waved Alex over, trying to get him to join in, but Alex just smiled wider and shook his head, taking a sip of his drink.

He looked stunning. Alex’s hair had gotten long and he’d let some facial hair grow around his perfect mouth. A blue t-shirt emphasized the shape of his chest and his arms and, Michael noticed with a flush to his cheeks, a leather jacket was thrown carefully over the back of his chair.

He shouldn’t be alone, Michael’s brain supplied as he felt a wave of confidence and a pure need he had been ignoring for too long.

Moving across the dance floor, Michael did his best to move between the sweaty, dancing bodies, his eyes never leaving Alex. He stood in front of Alex, whose eyes lifted, and jaw slightly dropped. Michael offered his hand with a serious look on his face.

“Dance with me.”

Alex placed his drink on the table and slid his hand into Michael’s, strong hands holding one another. They found their own space, as far from the crowd as they could go, as a slower song played through the speakers. Michael slid his arm around Alex’s back, fingers finding bare skin beneath the soft cotton. His other arm moved slowly between Alex’s muscled shoulder blades, pulling with a desperation at the neck of the shirt. Alex hesitated for just a second, seeming to process what was happening. His hands moved up Michael’s chest, arms coming to rest once they were wrapped around Michael’s neck, one hand moving into those chestnut curls where his fingers couldn’t stop running through the strands. They rounded into one another, practically becoming one. Their faces rested in the crook of the others neck, both taking deep breaths and closing their eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Michael whispered, breath tickling the shell of Alex’s ear, causing goosebumps to race down his neck. “I was terrified.”

“Of what?” Michael thought, if he could taste Alex’s voice, it’d be sweet like berries in summer.

“I can’t mess this up again, Alex. I think it’ll kill me.” He felt Alex nod in understanding, hair brushing against his cheek. Alex stood straight to meet his gaze. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for weeks. You just seemed to – “

“I know.” Michael said, eyes squeezing shut from embarrassment. “I knew what you were doing, and I wanted to talk, to start over, so badly. I just kept picturing messing it up or you walking away, and I couldn’t - “

“I’m not going anywhere this time, Michael. I’m right here.” Alex’s hand moved to Michael’s face, thumb dragging gently across his stubbled jaw.

Michael’s shoulders relaxed and his chest lost some of its tightness as a calm washed over him. Alex rested his forehead against Michael’s as his slid his thigh between the other man’s legs, both hands returning to the curls he never seemed to get enough of. “I’m not going anywhere, Michael.”

Michael sighed and pulled Alex closer, their bodies moving with the music, lost in their own world while the universe spun around them.

“I forgot what this felt like,” Michael laughed, rubbing his nose against Alex’s. Alex smiled and asked, “what?”

“Happiness.”

[revengeisalwaysanoption]

[Drabble: Roswell NM] Sei tu, la mia casa.

Scritta per il prompt #4 della Maritombola 12:  “Sono il padre delle mie carezze e la madre delle mie esperienze” (Loredana Berté, Figlia di…)

Per tanto, troppo tempo, ti sei sentito il terzo incomodo. Fuori posto, accanto a quel ragazzino tanto generoso, gentile e premuroso. Oddio, Max ti faceva quasi venir voglia di pestarglielo, quel cuore immenso che metteva così in bella mostra. E che dire di Isobel? Studentessa e figlia modello, esattamente come il fratello. Sempre perfetta, curata, perennemente circondata da uno stuolo di ammiratori e ammiratrici che cercavano di carpirle il segreto del suo successo.

Perché mai si ostinavano a perdere tempo con te? Con Michael Guerin, il reietto che s’era praticamente cresciuto da solo? Proprio non lo capivi. Eri quasi convinto di meritartele, le botte che ricevevi dai tuoi genitori affidatari. In fondo, non eri poi così diverso da loro. Ogni giorno ti prudevano le mani, impaziente di trovare qualcuno contro cui scagliare la rabbia che ti ribolliva dentro.

Poi hai conosciuto lui. Alex Manes. L'unico terrestre che t'avesse mai trattato con gentilezza, senza alcun secondo fine. Be', se avesse voluto poi anche portarti a letto tu non avresti certo opposto resistenza - anzi! - ma era la prima volta che ti veniva offerto un tetto sopra la testa per più di una notte... Già sapevi che sarebbe stato diverso, tra di voi. Che non saresti mai stato il suo giocattolino, usato soltanto per soddisfare le sue voglie e poi buttato via come se non fossi mai esistito.

L'hai visto venir quasi ammazzato da quel bastardo di suo padre, e soltanto allora hai capito che nessuno merita di vivere nel terrore dei propri genitori. Che proprio come Alex non si meritava l'odio di Jesse, anche tu sei sempre stato una vittima. E l'aver sopportato tali soprusi tanto a lungo, senza ribellarsi, non significa che siete dei codardi o dei deboli. Siete dei sopravvissuti.

E vi siete persi lungo la strada, diverse volte. Vi siete fatti del male a vicenda, per poi capire che ciò vi lega è più forte degli errori che avete compiuto in passato. Che è inutile cercare di ricominciare con un'altra persona, perché non sarebbe più di un ripiego. Già. Benché volessi bene a Maria - le hai detto addirittura di amarla - non ti hai mai fatto sentire come Alex.  È lui, la tua casa. E farai qualsiasi cosa per proteggerlo.

Qualsiasi. Fosse anche stringere un patto col diavolo.

[jule1122]

For writing prompt - 35 or 42 for Malex

35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.” and 42. “I swear it was an accident.”

Thanks for the prompts! I combined them for a double drabble. I hope you enjoy.

“I swear it was an accident.”

“Kyle landed halfway across the bar!”

Michael laughs at the memory of Valenti being thrown by the mechanical bull.  “I may have underestimated the speed of the bull.”

“Remember the rules, no using powers when drunk,” Alex admonishes him.

“Hey, at least I beat Max fair and square,”  Michael protests.

“Maybe, but your hat didn’t.”  Alex grabs Michael’s hat and plops it on his own head.  “It flew even further than Kyle did.”

“Take it off,” Michael grabs for his hat, but Alex sidesteps him easily, sober since he was the designated driver.

“Nope, it’s mine now.”

“Come on, Alex, you heard me.  Take. It. Off.”  Michael makes another grab for the hat, but Alex moves to stand behind him.

“What if I take everything but the hat off,” Alex presses against his back, then reaches around and turns him by the belt buckle, fingers slipping below his waistline,  voice low and husky.  “You take me for a long, hard ride and see if I can keep the hat on longer than you did.”

Alex lets him go and heads for the bedroom. Michael rushes after him, tackling him onto the bed. “You’re on.”

[a1kitkat]

Another drabble for @sungbeen

Eleven-year-old Michael meeting Alex for the first time (This is probably way, way, way offbase 🤷‍♀️)

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Michael was hiding in a tree the first time he saw Alex.

He’d been waiting to jump down and surprise Max and Isobel but they hadn’t shown up yet, so he was just waiting, impatiently, when he saw two other boys his own age. They were arguing about something but he couldn’t hear what.

One said something to the other before running off in a huff. The one who stayed looked upset so Michael jumped down, landed in front of him and said “he’s dumb for marching off like that!”

The boy smiled, shyly.

“I, uh, I’m Michael.”

“I’m Alex...”

[litwitlady]

Michael is leaning against Alex’s kitchen counter. Alex is standing opposite him. Both concentrating on their pizza in companionable silence. They’ve just spent the past three hours poring through Caulfield and Project Shepard files for any mention of a Mr. Jones. 

Somewhere, church bells ring midnight. Moonlight shines through the kitchen window, painting Michael with highlights and shadows. Alex lets his eyes linger on Michael’s mouth, glistening with pizza grease and tomato sauce. He’s always been a sloppy eater. 

‘It’s weird. Seeing you here.’ Michael’s never stood in his kitchen before. Slumped lazily against the oak cabinets. But Alex has imagined just this image a million times. 

‘Good weird?’ He takes the final bite of his crust and swallows, darting his tongue out to lick at his lips. Alex watches, mesmerized.

‘Very good weird.’ Maybe it’s the magic of the witching hour. Or maybe it’s just been a long time coming. But something inside Alex wants to speak the truth. ‘You know, when I bought this place, I tried not to dwell too hard on the why. Why did I need so much space for just me - a single person? But in my heart, I was buying a home. For you and for me.’

Michael grabs another slice of pizza. Hops up on the counter. So at ease already. ‘I like it here. There’s a little bit of you in every corner. And that feels like home. To me, at least.’

Alex smiles. Michael smiles back. It’s a start.

[skinsharpenedteeth]

His name is Toast.

So I wrote this little drabble. I’m having a lot of feelings rn about lost dogs. And I wanted to give Michael one. Initially I wanted to give him to Alex, but honestly, Michael is the kind of dude that would get a dog and fall in fucking love with it. That dog would be spoiled fucking rotten. And I love the idea of it. So here’s soe fucking fluff featuring a dog. 

Pairing: Malex Word Count: 825 Rating: G 

“I’ve never had a dog before,” Michael commented absently as he stared into the amber eyes of the half grown tan hound. The dog’s ears felt like velvet on the back of his hand as he scratched the dog’s neck. His eyes were at half mast and he kind of looked like he was smiling. 

“None of your foster placements had one?” Alex asked, sounding a bit surprised. Michael shook his head and ran his hand down the side of the dog’s torso. Immediately the hound rolled to his back, exposing his stomach for more pets and scratches. Michael felt something in his chest tightening as he continue to contemplate the animal. Alex was squatted next to him, hanging back and watching the interaction.

The dog had been hanging around the back of the Crashdown for days. He didn’t dumpster dive, but scratched at the back door to the kitchen and waited patiently. Sometimes impatiently, barking once or twice. Arturo had been leaving him water and putting scraps out for him, but he was too busy to actually keep the dog as a pet. Liz had let it slip to Alex and Michael after breakfast that she’d be taking the rest of their migas out for the puppy.

“So what are you going to do?” Alex asked, looking over at Michael intently.

“I guess I’m going to figure out how to take care of a dog,” he replied, sighing and asking the universe what he thought he was doing. He quit petting the dog and stood up, noting that Alex followed him. The dog too stood, looking up at Michael expectantly. Okay, now he was starting to feel the pressure.

“Should I? I mean I can barely take care of myself…” he trailed off, getting lost in the dog’s eyes as they gazed at him in complete trust.

“I can’t tell you what to do, man. I had a lizard and Greg had a tarantula. But I think he likes you,” Alex said, smiling. Bending over towards the dog, he broke out in that baby voice all adult humans seem to use to talk to animals, “Does you wanna go home wif him? Does you, sweet boy? Who’s a good boy? Is it you? I bet it’s you!”

Michael couldn’t handle the adorableness. He scrubbed his hands over his face to try and hide the ridiculous expression he could feel on him and looked back down at the dog again. He was letting Alex pet him, but he kept glancing over at Michael. Knowing he was not going to be able to leave the animal, Michael sighed dramatically.

“Oh, alright, I guess we’ll see if he’ll get in the truck with us. If he’ll get in the truck, I’ll take him back to the Airstream and I guess google how the fuck you raise a dog,” Michael said, trying to sound put upon but secretly pretty excited about having a pet.

He walked over to his truck that he’d parked near the back of the Crashdown and swung open the passenger door. Before he could even turn to call, a blur of tan was jumping past him and laying on the old leather seats.

“Guess that answers that question,” Alex called from behind him. Guerin didn’t even have to turn to know he was smirking.

“You coming with?” Michael asked, looking over his shoulder to where Alex was brushing his hands on his thighs. Alex looked so good it made Michael’s chest tighten… almost like it had when he’d been contemplating the dog.

“Well, yeah. I mean, we got to name him and get him food and bowls and toys and a bed and stuff. Maybe make an appointment with the vet to check him out, make sure he’s healthy,” Alex rambled on about all the thing they would need to do for the dog if they were going to keep him. They climbed into the truck and the dog immediately laid down, his head on Michael’s thigh, eyes closing and seeming to relax.

“We have to, huh? Does that mean you’re coming home with me too?” Michael teased as he found himself petting the dogs head absently while driving towards the junk yard. He heard Alex scoff and glanced over at him to see him still smiling.

“Will you take care of me if I do? I’m a little more needy than a pet,” Alex remarked, seeming to tease back.

“I’ll take care of you. You and Toast here,” Michael replied, patting the dog’s side and getting a contented sigh in response.

“Toast?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, he’s the color of Toast. And we met him at our breakfast place,” Michael responded, feeling a little self-conscious. He’d meant the name as folly, but it felt right somehow. There was a beat of silence before Alex answered, his voice a little softer and his expression a little fonder.

“Okay. His name is Toast.”

 (AN:This is what I imagine Toast to look like.) 

[nnato]

Leave them be

Norman stands on the balcony of the library, eyes on the training grounds of the royal knights. What he could see on there had caught his attention, and not in a good way.

Malex Royal AU

prompt used from @creativepromptsforwriting ‘s Drabble Masterlist