#stalfaro

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Whatever This Is - Stefan Morina/Miguel Alfaro

"Hey kid, you doin' okay?"

Alfaro looks up and sees Rocker, who must've come in very quietly because out of nowhere he's in the fridge pulling out a bottled smoothie drink. Alfaro has been sitting on the couch in the kitchen for a while, thinking too much. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."

Rocker twists off the cap, takes a swig. Alfaro watches him drink, the way his Adam's apple bobs with each swallow. Little details that he's not supposed to be noticing, like how the man's temples are going grey a little prematurely but somehow it really works for him. How his chest always strains the buttons on his shirt to their absolute limit.

There's something about Rocker that reminds him of Stefan, the shape of the jaw, a little bit in the eyes. Maybe it's all connected in his mind somehow, maybe it isn't. Maybe Alfaro's just confused.

"I didn't let you switch to 20-Squad for them to lose you," Rocker says, hand on his hip. "I had words."

Alfaro smiles. "You did?"

"Of course. You know you can switch back any time you want."

Alfaro chuckles. "Nah, at least, not at the moment."

"Let me know when you change your mind," Rocker says. It's not like he really means it, it's just part of the natural competitiveness between the two teams. "Did your friend get his deal? WitSec, everything?"

Alfaro nods, hands linked together, elbows on knees. "Yeah." Probably not Miami, but somewhere. Somewhere out of reach? Again? Alfaro's chest tightens, but he looks steadily up at Rocker. Tamp that down along with everything else. But Rocker's still there, eyes narrowed, looking down at Alfaro.

"You've done UC work, right?" Alfaro asks.

Rocker nods. "Few times."

"You ever…" He's not sure how to ask this without opening up floodgates he's kept tightly shut. "You ever manage to—" He clicks his tongue and looks away. There's no subtle, hypothetical way to phrase any of this. "Do the relationships ever survive?"

Rocker gets this thoughtful look on his face, and he moves to sit on the coffee table. "I'm not gonna lie to you, kid. In many ways it's worse than starting from scratch. But you already did with this guy once already, didn't you?"

Alfaro must look surprised because Rocker adds, "I saw the file. I saw how you tried to save him five years ago."

Does Rocker know? Does he understand? "I just didn't think he belonged in that life, just because he was born into it."

Rocker gives him a look that almost screams 'don't bullshit me, kid'. "If he doesn't hate your guts right now, I think you have a good chance."

"I don't think he hates my guts right now, or at least, not permanently." Alfaro thinks of the last time he saw Stefan, the way Stefan reached out and Alfaro for a split second thought he was going in for a kiss. No, he didn't think that, he knew exactly what Stefan was doing, but for a second Alfaro hoped. He wanted. And that want was the scary part. Under other circumstances, if Stefan had tried to kiss him, Alfaro would've gently let him down. Flattered, but straight. And they'd chuckle nervously, live with the awkwardness for a while, then be over it.

Alfaro isn't over it.

Rocker smiles. "Then go get your guy," he says, scrunching his nose up momentarily, as if sharing a secret. They are sharing a secret, and Alfaro's heart stops when he realizes it's not just him that knows anymore.

What secrets is Rocker holding that he can suss out Alfaro's so easily? Maybe Alfaro made it easy for him.

He just nods, rubs his palms along his knees, wiping moisture on his pants, and stands up. "Thanks, Rocker."

"Anytime, kid," Rocker says.

Alfaro tries not to run back to holding, not wanting anyone to ask him why he's in a rush. Running at SWAT HQ without workout clothes is almost never seen as a good sign. His heart in his throat, he asks the guard to let him in.

Stefan is sitting where Alfaro left him, against the wall, head tilted back, waiting for the hand of fate to decide his future. Resigned. Seeing Alfaro, Stefan lifts his head and looks at him, an unspoken question in his eyes.

Alfaro steps around to the corner. He knows there are cameras, but at least in the corner the guard outside won't see. "I meant it, when I said this was real," he says quietly. "Whatever this is."

Stefan sits up a little straighter, following Alfaro with his eyes. There's bemusement there, maybe a little fear of the unknown. He takes Stefan's hand, shoves the piece of paper he grabbed on the way into it. "Memorize my number in case they take this from you," he says. "And you call if you need anything. If you need me." Alfaro doesn't blink, staring into Stefan's eyes, willing him to understand what he's saying. "It's not going to be another five years before we see each other again."

Stefan finally smiles. "I'm going to hold you to that."

[ironworked]

[bucksaiga]

Pov: Your boyfriend is a SWAT officer

[magdalyna]

Good moooooooorning, Stalfaro Nation, how are we feeling?????

Am I the only one wondering when the wedding is?

What is everyones headcanons about their starcrossed romance and reconciliation? Has anyone made fanart? Anyone edited all their scenes/mentions together? Any fanvids? Any fics???

We all agree that was some top shelf, premium quality homoeroticism, yes???

[poobur79]

I wondered if I was imagining the heart eyes…. Should have known tumblr wouldn’t let me down. 😂

"I did it for you"

"This is real"

Okay....god

[bucksaiga]

[bucksaiga]

…Do you think Niko knows something

[bucksaiga]

Thinking about Stalfaro...

Stefan goes into witness protection to start a new life. Of course, Miko knows where he is. He drives out of town to see him whenever he can.

It's a small town, everybody knows everybody. Stefan has no problem adjusting and even going by his new name. He didn't feel like there was much he left behind with his old identity.

Except Miko, of course.

But that's no concern, since Miko's right there, sharing a beer and watching the sunset with him.

"Why me?" Stefan asks.

"I dunno." Miko responds, shrugging. "I just...saw something in you. Something really special."

"I always miss you when you leave." Stefan admits.

"And I'm always gonna come back. You know that right?"

"After 5 years..." Stefan laughs. "I think I know that now."

They stop watching the sunset to meet each other's eyes. The years of longing overwhelm Stefan and he pulls Miko in for a kiss.

They slowly part after a few moments, with Stefan's hand still ghosting the nape of Miko's neck.

Miko's mesmerized by Stefan's soft gaze and chases his lips again.

They can talk about what it all means later.

[cappuccinoandglitter]

Not me being the change I want to see in the world and writing some Stefan/Miko at 12:30 AM.

[bucksaiga]

"I did it for you"

"This is real"

Okay....god

[kj7895]

Glad I wasn’t the only one because I for sure thought they were gonna kiss during one of their scenes. I ship it 🤭🥰

[cappuccinoandglitter]

On AO3 now if you want to give it some love.

Whatever This Is (855 words) by Wolf Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: S.W.A.T. (TV 2017) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Miguel Alfaro/Stefan Morina Characters: Miguel Alfaro (S.W.A.T.), Donovan Rocker, Stefan Morina Additional Tags: Introspection, Pre-Relationship Summary: Miko examines his feelings after 8x12.

Whatever This Is - Stefan Morina/Miguel Alfaro

"Hey kid, you doin' okay?"

Alfaro looks up and sees Rocker, who must've come in very quietly because out of nowhere he's in the fridge pulling out a bottled smoothie drink. Alfaro has been sitting on the couch in the kitchen for a while, thinking too much. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay."

Rocker twists off the cap, takes a swig. Alfaro watches him drink, the way his Adam's apple bobs with each swallow. Little details that he's not supposed to be noticing, like how the man's temples are going grey a little prematurely but somehow it really works for him. How his chest always strains the buttons on his shirt to their absolute limit.

There's something about Rocker that reminds him of Stefan, the shape of the jaw, a little bit in the eyes. Maybe it's all connected in his mind somehow, maybe it isn't. Maybe Alfaro's just confused.

"I didn't let you switch to 20-Squad for them to lose you," Rocker says, hand on his hip. "I had words."

Alfaro smiles. "You did?"

"Of course. You know you can switch back any time you want."

Alfaro chuckles. "Nah, at least, not at the moment."

"Let me know when you change your mind," Rocker says. It's not like he really means it, it's just part of the natural competitiveness between the two teams. "Did your friend get his deal? WitSec, everything?"

Alfaro nods, hands linked together, elbows on knees. "Yeah." Probably not Miami, but somewhere. Somewhere out of reach? Again? Alfaro's chest tightens, but he looks steadily up at Rocker. Tamp that down along with everything else. But Rocker's still there, eyes narrowed, looking down at Alfaro.

"You've done UC work, right?" Alfaro asks.

Rocker nods. "Few times."

"You ever…" He's not sure how to ask this without opening up floodgates he's kept tightly shut. "You ever manage to—" He clicks his tongue and looks away. There's no subtle, hypothetical way to phrase any of this. "Do the relationships ever survive?"

Rocker gets this thoughtful look on his face, and he moves to sit on the coffee table. "I'm not gonna lie to you, kid. In many ways it's worse than starting from scratch. But you already did with this guy once already, didn't you?"

Alfaro must look surprised because Rocker adds, "I saw the file. I saw how you tried to save him five years ago."

Does Rocker know? Does he understand? "I just didn't think he belonged in that life, just because he was born into it."

Rocker gives him a look that almost screams 'don't bullshit me, kid'. "If he doesn't hate your guts right now, I think you have a good chance."

"I don't think he hates my guts right now, or at least, not permanently." Alfaro thinks of the last time he saw Stefan, the way Stefan reached out and Alfaro for a split second thought he was going in for a kiss. No, he didn't think that, he knew exactly what Stefan was doing, but for a second Alfaro hoped. He wanted. And that want was the scary part. Under other circumstances, if Stefan had tried to kiss him, Alfaro would've gently let him down. Flattered, but straight. And they'd chuckle nervously, live with the awkwardness for a while, then be over it.

Alfaro isn't over it.

Rocker smiles. "Then go get your guy," he says, scrunching his nose up momentarily, as if sharing a secret. They are sharing a secret, and Alfaro's heart stops when he realizes it's not just him that knows anymore.

What secrets is Rocker holding that he can suss out Alfaro's so easily? Maybe Alfaro made it easy for him.

He just nods, rubs his palms along his knees, wiping moisture on his pants, and stands up. "Thanks, Rocker."

"Anytime, kid," Rocker says.

Alfaro tries not to run back to holding, not wanting anyone to ask him why he's in a rush. Running at SWAT HQ without workout clothes is almost never seen as a good sign. His heart in his throat, he asks the guard to let him in.

Stefan is sitting where Alfaro left him, against the wall, head tilted back, waiting for the hand of fate to decide his future. Resigned. Seeing Alfaro, Stefan lifts his head and looks at him, an unspoken question in his eyes.

Alfaro steps around to the corner. He knows there are cameras, but at least in the corner the guard outside won't see. "I meant it, when I said this was real," he says quietly. "Whatever this is."

Stefan sits up a little straighter, following Alfaro with his eyes. There's bemusement there, maybe a little fear of the unknown. He takes Stefan's hand, shoves the piece of paper he grabbed on the way into it. "Memorize my number in case they take this from you," he says. "And you call if you need anything. If you need me." Alfaro doesn't blink, staring into Stefan's eyes, willing him to understand what he's saying. "It's not going to be another five years before we see each other again."

Stefan finally smiles. "I'm going to hold you to that."