#thoughts of malex

[eemamminy-art]

Childhood wisdom 🌼💕

[castalianspring]

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Alex Manes, Michael Guerin, Isabel Evans | Isobel Evans, Max Evans, Liz Ortecho, Kyle Valenti, Maria DeLuca, Rosa Ortecho Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Historical, Animal Transformation, Mutual Pining, POV Alternating, Witches and Familiars, Canon Disabled Character, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Jesse Manes is His Own Warning, roswell style mysteries, Idiots in Love, Post-World War I, Shapeshifting, Canonical Character Death Summary:

Alex Manes is a familiar, the hated family embarrassment.

Michael Guerin is an alien and reluctant witch, living deep in denial.

And Roswell is hiding enough secrets without adding magic to the mix...

[grindy-cog]

How can you ship Malex or like Maria after what she and Michael did to Alex? It's disgusting! Didn't know you were into non-con, just filter them.

Hi Anon,

Well, I’m sorry to see that something is obviously triggering you but there’s a simple solution to that - unfollow me, block me, forget this blog exists. I’m not going to filter them in any way but you certainly can on your Tumblr - you know, your safe space?

But well, since you actually came to my blog and made it my problem, I’ll bite. What non-con are you talking about? The infamous threesome? Well, guess what? I didn’t like it either! Not the way the writers decided to deliver it, anyway. But to say that Alex was actually forced to participate by either Michael or Maria… Have we even watched the same scene? Don’t get me wrong, I wish I had known it was coming, I wish I could unsee it somehow but wtf, Anon?

Why some of you are acting as if Alex was some fragile little boy with no way to protect himself? News flash, out of the three of them, he was the trained killer there! And like it or not, it’s canon that he always had power over Michael. I fear to know what it had to be like in the RNM fandom when that scene was first aired, if this is how some of you are still acting 4-5 years later.

The reason why I personally hate that writing choice, is because of how unhealthy it was for each and every single one of them, yet it hadn’t been talked about by them later on. They were all in a really bad mental state that night, Maria included! You lot like to forget about the fact that she was losing her mum and learning upsetting things about herself and her family. Michael was the worst of them three at that point and Alex, while being hurt that night, was in fact in the best mental condition, though that doesn’t say much, given how he did let his demons and insecurity do a number on him. It had been shown the morning after, when he was the only one to say that - feeling loved or not - maybe they shouldn’t have done that.

So yeah, Anon. It was unhealthy, maybe even disgusting in some ways; born out of deep self loathing, pain, loneliness and desperation of each party involved, but was sure as hell FULLY consensual. Cause if you want to see it as non-con on Alex, then you must see that he did just the same to Michael and Maria.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[dr-lizortecho]

available on shirts lmao (I’m only kidding- except the Liz one cause I need it to feel validated)

[bekkachaos]

you painted all my nights

Malex | G | 531

I literally don't know what this is but I just watched the pilot again and I had some feelings, okay?

Michael had entered Alex's orbit when they were teenagers. From that moment, he had been stuck there, unable to do anything other than rotate around him.

At first it was hesitant, afraid to get too close to the unknown and foreign kindness that Alex gave him. Still, he couldn't look away. He couldn't stop himself from going to him.

Some people would call it an addiction, and maybe it was, that's kind of what it felt like, but it was more. It was a force, earthly or otherworldly, it was a set of invisible strings tied from one to the other and tugging tight when the distance grew too great between them.

He'd been locked up when Alex left for war, and though he never said goodbye, Michael knew the moment he boarded that plane, it felt like his chest was being compressed into the bars, sucking the air out of his chest and constricting his heart inside it.

And that never really went away, he had just learned to live with it, tried to deny what it was when in reality, he knew exactly why his heart never felt whole.

Seeing him again all these years later, it was like Michael could feel his gravity, pulling him in like a physical force. He could feel it in his stomach, he could feel it tugging below his navel and only letting up when we was close enough to notice all the lines on his face, take in his familiar scent, marvel in the astounding beauty of him.

They were two polar points of a magnet, they couldn't be more different, but the pull between them grew stronger the closer they became.

And then they were alone in an empty room, and Alex's lips were drawing him back in. He had spent ten years ignoring the persistent pull in his chest, learning how to live with it, trying to convince himself that this is what it meant to feel normal.

Kissing Alex would be the worst mistake he could make, an irreparable decision that there was no turning back from. A crash landing back into a kind of love he had been searching for in every empty bed he could find for ten years. Back to seeing colours that made all the others in the world turn to pale grey.

But you can't fight gravity.

And Michael couldn't ignore the pull of Alex's lips, or the way his heart came roaring back to life as they met with the spark of a decade of lost touches. The strings between them impossibly short and yet the tugging on his heart didn't leave him, only instead of aching it blossomed into something that was more than a feeling, more than he could describe.

As his fingers traced the shape of Alex under them, it all came back stronger than when they were seventeen, all the passion of that summer love with the desperation and need of two halves of a soul that had been longing to reunite.

Michael didn't know how to let go of that feeling. It was other worldly, cosmically unfamiliar, yet nothing else had ever come close to feeling like home.

[divorcedyaoi]

speechless. honkai loves me a lot more than genshin 😭😭😭 I got blade at around 30 pulls after I pulled luocha. Who I also got at around 20 pity.

[alexstandoll]

“This party is getting boring,” sighed Alex as he returned his attention to the television screen showing his paused videogame.

Reblog with a random sentence from your wip.

[missbrunettebarbie]

Fuck Roswell's ending

[pastelwitchling]

So... can I request a malex oneshot involving the manes brothers? Like just them being over protective about how touchy Michael is? Even thought they're married he gets death stares and throat clearing and "keep your hand where I can see them"

@brittz-2123

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              Michael had never been so uncomfortable in his life.

              Go to dinner, Max had said.

              Get to know your brothers-in-law, Isobel had said.

              Screw them both. This was a nightmare, and Michael wanted to die.

              When Alex had come home that evening, phone in hand, Michael had known something was wrong just by the look on his face.

              “Hey, beautiful,” he’d said, having just finished with making them lunch. “What’s up?”

              “Um,” he’d pursed his lips. “Greg’s inviting us over for dinner.”

              Michael’s eyebrows rose. “Oh? Great!”

              “Yeah,” he nodded, his brow still pinched. “Uh . . . Clay’s gonna be there.”

              Michael’s smile had fallen. “Clay? As in, the oldest Clay? As in . . . big-guy-that-looks-too-much-like-Sargent-Dick-and-knocked-on-our-door-when-we-were-dating-to-interrogate-me-and-tell-me-he-was-doing-a-background-check-on-Max-and-Isobel-and-warn-me-that-I-better-be-careful-with-you-during-sex Clay?”

              Alex had grimaced. “I’ll cancel.”

              “No, no,” Michael had caught his hands and taken his phone. Because he was a stupid dumbass who’d only seen the hesitance on his husband’s face, known Alex wanted a night with his brothers as they all worked hard on mending the bridges between them and having the relationship they should’ve had before their father had pinned them against each other—and his brain immediately went into fix-it mode. Before their marriage, Michael had promised himself that when Alex wanted something—whenever and whatever Alex wanted—Michael would give it to him. And he had seen Alex want this dinner.

              So here he was, sitting six feet away from his Alex and feeling ready to slaughter the whole freaking dining room. Why was he sitting so far away, one might ask?

              Oh, that was because Clay Manes was insane.

              See, Michael had spent so long separated from Alex, putting space between them when in actuality it had been the last thing either of them had wanted, that the second they’d started dating, he’d dropped the cool pretense and gotten used to sliding his chair right up against Alex’s so that their thighs were touching. Some part of them always had to be touching.

              Except when they’d sat down, and Michael had instinctively moved his chair against Alex’s only for Clay to stare him down with a cold look that made Michael feel like he was molesting his own husband. The glower hadn’t faded until he was nearly outside of arm’s length from Alex.

              Michael was not having fun.

              And boy oh boy, was Flint making it worse.

              “What,” he’d scoffed upon arriving to find them separated, “not sitting on his lap this time?”

              Only for Clay to narrow his eyes at Michael and quietly demand, “You do that in public?”

“No, I—”

“With this town’s biggest homophobes wandering around?”

“I wouldn’t let—”

“Are you trying to get Alex hurt?”

“Never, he’s—"

“He doesn’t need that kind of attention.”

              Michael had hoped Greg’s arrival would soften the night’s conversation, and for a moment, it looked like it would. Greg had given Alex a one-armed hug and ruffled his hair, and had rolled his eyes at the distance between him and Michael.

              “Bro, c’mon,” he’d told Clay, “they’re married, stop making Guerin uncomfortable.”

              To which Clay, without taking his eyes off Michael, had simply responded with, “So having respect for Alex’s personal space makes Guerin uncomfortable, does it?”

              There was no winning with this guy. It should’ve uneased Michael how much Clay looked like Jesse—hell, it might’ve given him enough excuse to ignore his every word and sit on Alex’s lap like Flint had so joked about—but Clay’s concern for Alex was obviously so genuine that Michael found he wanted to prove himself. Even if the whole world posed a threat to Alex, Michael would protect him. No matter how many dangers he faced, Michael would not be one of them.

              He was just about to tell Clay exactly that when Clay suddenly asked, “So, Michael. Alex tells us you’re a genius. Physics nut, right?”

              Michael’s heart swelled with pride. He wouldn’t deny it was an ego boost to know that after everything he’d done, after all his foolish mistakes, Alex still thought he was clever.

              “Yeah,” he said, trying not to sound too smug. “I mean, I’m pretty good.”

              “But you never went to college,” Clay continued, and Michael’s ego punctured. “And you’re a mechanic?”

              “W-Well,” Michael cleared his throat, momentarily faltering before he tried to salvage the conversation. “Yeah, no, I had some big plans when I was younger, but I ended up staying in Roswell. I don’t think I’ll ever actually leave this town for good.”

              Clay hummed, and glanced at Alex. “Because you’re married.”

              “That’s right,” Michael straightened. That’s it, he thought. Getting back on track, you tell that Clay Manes how much you love his brother. Keep going! “I stay where Alex stays.”

              Alex smiled warmly, love in his eyes, and Michael felt twelve feet tall. Then Clay said—

              “Are you saying my brother is holding you back?”

              “I—” Michael lost his footing. “Uh, what?”

              “You’re blaming him for your lack of ambition?” he tsked. “I don’t think I appreciate that.”

              “No, I . . .” Michael looked around helplessly, but Greg looked like he was hiding a laugh in his mashed potatoes and Flint was nodding along as he speared a carrot, like Michael being a failure was no surprise to him. Alex had his lips pressed together, but his expression was closed off. If they were sitting closer, Michael would’ve reached under the table to hold his hand, a silent reassurance.

              Right now though, he just kind of wanted to cry.

              “I-I’m saying that I love Alex too much to ever be away from him!” he defended.

              “You love him too much?” Clay narrowed his eyes. “That sounds like a burden, is loving Alex supposed to be a burden to you, Michael?”

              “No!” he gaped, and to Alex, “No.” Back to Clay, “No, what I’m saying is that I would rather die than live away from him!”

              “So my brother is now responsible for your life,” he shook his head. “Do you have any idea how much pressure that is?”

              “I—”

              “Your codependency issues are forcing him to settle, and you’re proud of yourself for that?”

              Forget kind of, Michael definitely wanted to cry. Blindly, he reached out despite the wide space and desperately grabbed for his husband’s hand, having to lean off the edge of his chair to do it.

              “Clay,” Alex sighed, “knock it off already.”

              “I’m just making sure Michael here is providing a safe and comforting home for my little brother," Clay said, narrowed eyes on Michael. “So far, I have concerns.”

              “C’mon, bro,” Flint said, nudging him with his elbow, “leave him alone.”

              Michael’s eyes widened—he couldn’t believe his ears; Flint was defending him?

              “I mean,” Flint shrugged, “what’s the point? He’s too dense anyway. Don’t waste your breath.”

              “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance,” Michael growled.

              “Interesting,” Clay remarked, rubbing his jaw. “Tell me, Michael, have you always had issues with aggression?”

              Greg choked on a laugh, and Michael looked to Alex for help. Alex held up his free hand, his other currently being crushed between both of Michael’s.

              “Clay,” Alex said, smiling tightly, “one more question, and my husband and I are leaving.”

              Clay pursed his lips, seemingly displeased at not getting to interrogate Michael more, though the threat of Alex leaving with their relationship still as fragile as it was seemed to upset him more. He nodded once, stiffly, and the others ate in silence. Michael felt it more heavily than the interrogation.

              He glanced at Alex, who was offering him a reassuring smile, and tried not to feel like the worst husband ever. He knew how contentious Alex’s relationship with his brothers was, he knew how long he’d been looking forward to tonight. He didn’t want to be the reason Alex didn’t get the family he deserved.

              Setting his utensils down next to his untouched plate, Michael tapped his fingers on the table as he thought. Alex gave him a curious look, but Michael only said, “I’m not perfect. I didn’t always do right by Alex, and that time will haunt me until the day I die. All the things I said, the way I treated him . . .” he swallowed and looked to Alex, and offered a sad smile. “The time I wasted.”

              Steeling himself, he met Clay’s hard gaze and felt very much like he was on the edge of a cliff. He took the leap. “I can’t take that time back. You don’t have to tell me that Alex can do a lot better than me, I already know it, but I will dedicate my life to being as close to perfect for him as I can because he deserves nothing less. I know that much, too.”

              Clay stared. And stared and stared and stared. Then he looked to Alex and said, “Fine,” and went back to eating as though there’d been no interruption. Flint was rolling his eyes as he took a swig of his beer, and Greg gave him an approving smile.

              Michael looked to Alex who looked back at him in the same he’d done when they were seventeen, and they had felt so much for each other that neither of them was able to put into words. Swallowing, he took the win no matter how small and scooted his chair closer to his husband’s, needing desperately to touch him.

              “Don’t push it,” Clay said, and Michael scooted right back.

              “Right,” he said, fully planning on clinging to Alex the second this dinner from hell was over.

[eusuntgratie]

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thank you for the tags @cha-melodius & @firenati0n for the tags i love this!

i don't have new words to share this week so i'm going to do this for sentences sunday as well! thank you @rewritetheending

rules: talk about something creative you're working on of any kind.🚦 green: what is it about, what excited you about it, what sparked the idea? orange: slow down and share something from it: a photo, a few words, some more background info etc. red: what is the roadblock currently? what is one thing that is a necessary evil in making it?

green: my big writing project at the moment is a malex (michael guerin/alex manes, roswell new mexico) pretty woman au. i LOVE this movie, like SO SO much. i was complaining to @bigassbowlingballhead that i couldn't find a malex fic with a very specific set of criteria i was looking for, and he goes, well why don't you write a pretty woman au for them? and then i thought about michael in vivian's outfit from her first scene and nearly passed out and the rest is history.

orange: here's a bit of piano smut 😏

Michael whines when Alex runs his hand from the base of his throat down the center of his body, arching into his touch. Alex lets his hand rest low on Michael’s belly, and Michael arches up further into him until his cock brushes against the sensitive skin of Alex’s wrist. Alex clicks his tongue and watches, awed, as Michael lowers himself back down. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you,” Alex murmurs. “Please, Alex” Michael whines, barely audible, just a whisper. Alex would give him anything.

red: my biggest roadblock currently is that i'm just busy af at present with very little free time and next to no available brainpower when i do. it's been several weeks since i've gotten any good writing time in. but i'm hopeful i can get in a good groove again soon when work slows down in a couple of weeks.

i'm also a little stuck on the climax/conflict (which isn't really my strongest skill set in writing anyway). i've never written a movie au or anything like this really so i'm very excited but its challenging to try to work within canon AND a whole separate source of canon/plot. i'm reading a nonfiction book about writing (very very slowly) that i'm using to help me figure some bits out, so i'm hopeful i'll get it sorted and make it as good as I want it to be.

since i love to yap, i'll also share that my other big fandom project is recording two hockey podfics for fandom trumps hate. i still need to do some research for one, and find time to record, and then edit, and hopefully make cover graphics too, so it will be a while, but i'm excited! i haven't done a podfic in a long time and they are really fun to do since its a different skill set than writing. maybe if these go well i'll finally record my southern tknp fic 🥰

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+ open tag for anyone who seems this who has a project to talk about! i'd love to know what you're working on!

[eemamminy-art]

This is like three layers of crossover lol but I think Mal would love fall guys.. imagining it as like a little theme park that Alex takes him to, and he just goes all out because he's such a big kid like that c:

[justlightlysedated]

It's WIP WEDNESDAY!! And I'm here with a sneak peek for my secretly married malex fic, which is called 'call it young, dumb love (and it's just enough)'

This is the last scene of Part One!

December 2013

Michael is in the middle of a call with Isobel when his call waiting starts beeping. Since he doesn't really want to listen to anything else that Isobel is saying, he hangs up on her midword and answers the call.

"Yeah?" he answers, feeling just a bit apprehensive.

"Is this Michael Guerin?" an official sounding voice speaks, sounding sharp and precise.

"Who wants to know?" Michael asks, regretting picking up this phone call.

"I am calling on behalf of Lieutenant Alexander Manes, and need to reach Michael Guerin," the person says, sounding just slightly annoyed, but Michael ignores that as his heart lodges into his throat and starts pounding.

"Yes, I am Michael Guerin, is Alex okay?"

"This is a courtesy call in accordance with paperwork previously submitted by Lieutenant Manes. There was an incident, where Lieutenant Manes was hurt and he is undergoing surgery. We cannot release any more information at this time, but will be letting you know as soon as we are aware of the outcome."

Michael doesn't feel as relieved as he should be. And he barely hears what the person on the other end of the phone says before they hang up.

Alex is hurt, and he's probably somewhere halfway around the world, and Michael can't do anything but stay here and wait for a phone call that might tell him that Alex had died in the middle of a surgery.

It had been over a year since the last time he actually saw Alex face to face. And that last time hadn't ended well. Alex had told him that he was being sent overseas, and he had no idea when he'd be back. Michael had gotten drunk and had picked a fight with Alex during his last night.

He'd driven off without knowing where he was going to go, and found himself in the drunk tank before the night was over.

By the time he'd made it back to the airstream, it was after noon and Alex had been long gone.

He'd left behind a note, a small slip of a thing that Michael hadn't seen for a couple of weeks, until he'd had someone else in his bed and they'd found it.

Michael had snatched the piece of paper away from them and kicked them out without further ado.

In Alex's terrible handwriting had been the message, I'm sorry. I love you.

Michael looks down at his phone and pulls up his recent messages from Alex. Alex can't really text from overseas, but he sends emails, and his last email came several weeks ago, telling Michael that he's sorry for missing their anniversary once again.

Michael finds himself spiraling, thoughts coming all at once and overwhelming him. He falls back on his bed and leans down, dropping his head in his hands, before leaning down and reaching for one of the bottles stashed beneath his bed.

He barely remembers anything about the next several days. He's sure somewhere in that drunken stupor he gets a call regarding Alex's outcome, but Michael stops answering any phone calls, and hides his phone away somewhere he won't be able to find it easily.

It's almost three weeks of this, and two interventions by Isobel and one by Max that ends with Michael throwing up all over the floor of Max's jeep, when Michael gets woken up by a loud knocking on his door.

Michael groans, feeling like his brain is about to explode out of his skull. He tries reaching for any bottle with liquid, but out of all of the bottles on his floor, all of the ones he can reach seem to be empty.

There is another flurry of knocks on the door, and Michael shuts his eyes tight, not wanting to deal with this, but knowing that whoever knew to find him here, wouldn't just leave him alone.

He lets out a long sigh, and then forces himself off the bed.

"Guerin!" a voice calls out as the person knocks again. At the sound, Michael freezes, feeling both weightless and like his body is made out of concrete.

"Alex," he says in a low voice, before he moves faster than he had this whole time and whips the door open.

And there he is.

Alex.

Standing right in front of Michael, looking exasperated and tired, with his arm in a sling and white bandages peeking out from beneath the collar of the plain black shirt he's wearing.

As Michael stares at him, Alex smiles, looking relieved and happy to be standing in front of Michael.

It's a sight for sore eyes. Michael feels something that had been weighing him down, wrapped around his ribs, dissolve instantly.

For the first time since receiving that call, Michael feels like he can breathe again.

"Hello," Alex says, soft and fond, waving with the hand not strapped to his chest.

Michael is startled into movement, he drops down from the entrance of the airstream and walks right into Alex, wrapping his arms around him. Alex flinches minutely, but before Michael can think to let him go, Alex wraps his good arm around Michael's waist and presses his face hard into Michael's shoulder, slumping into his hold. In return, Michael tightens his hold on Alex, leaning his head against the top of Alex's head.

He doesn't know how long they stay standing like that, but before too long, Alex pulls back stiffly. 

Michael lets him go immediately, clenching his hands to stop himself from reaching out again and pulling Alex close. He wants to pull Alex's shirt off, and unwrap all of his bandages and take a good look at his wound.

He envies for the first time in his life that Max is the one who can heal people.

It would be worth it, telling Alex his secret, no matter how he would react if he could stop Alex from hurting.

Alex breathes in deeply, "I know it's been a while, but come with me? There's something I want to show you."

He holds his hand out, and Michael wants nothing more than to take his hand and follow him anywhere.

But he still remembers how they'd left things the last time that he'd seen Alex face to face. An issue they hadn't talked about in any of the emails they've sent each other over the last couple of months.

"What are you doing here?" Michael asks instead of grabbing Alex's hand and never letting go. "Thought you said you'd never step foot back in town."

Alex inhales deeply, but he looks at Michael like he had been expecting push back so is not surprised. Michael wants to bristle at that, but despite not knowing about Michael's whole alien thing, Alex knows him the best out of everyone.

"I was angry, and I wanted to hurt you," Alex says, the words rehearsed, like he's repeated them to himself over and over. "You were pushing me away, even though you know it's futile. I was scared that I was going to die. And getting shot just puts things into a bigger perspective."

Michael can't help the way that he reacts to that last part. Alex just gives him a pleading look.

"We're still married. You're still my husband. If I wanted nothing to do with you, I'd have sent you divorce papers."

Michael nods his head once. He swallows back the words he wants to say, telling Alex that he's sorry for what he said, that he hadn't meant any of it either, that Alex leaving always tore him apart, and Alex going overseas for an undetermined amount of time was something that he didn't think he could survive.

He'd been wrong. Somehow, he survived, but that doesn't mean that it didn't hurt like hell.

"This year's been hell," Michael finds himself saying, and Alex nods his head in agreement.

"I know, for me too, but I think what I have to show you will make the next couple of years easier to bear."

Michael breathes out, and then nods his head once again, reaching out for Alex's still outstretched hand.

Alex tugs him away from the airstream, barely letting him close the door behind himself.

Michael doesn't know how Alex got here, but he lets himself be pushed into his truck, and follows Alex's directions, driving across town, the streets still in the barely there light of the morning. They drive down a dirt path and through winding roads, until they reach a house, not in the middle of nowhere, but far away enough from every other house in the neighborhood to give the illusion of privacy. 

They pull in front of the almost dilapidated house, the paint on the garage door is peeling and the wooden fence is rotting in places.

Alex tells him to park the truck in the driveway and gets out before the engine is off. Michael follows after him at a slower rate, watching as Alex pulls a pair of keys out of his pocket and opens the front door, turning to look at Michael once before walking inside.

Michael follows him inside, down a hallway with peeling wallpaper and cobwebs hanging around the corners, and into a large space where a single chair sits in the middle. 

He finds Alex sitting down on the low counter that separates what looks like the kitchen from the rest of the room, looking at Michael eagerly.

"What is this place?" Michael asks, because he knows what his heart is hoping for, but it all seems too good to be true. 

"It's a house," Alex says obviously, ignoring the look that Michael gives him. "I bought it for us. Both of our names are on the deed."

Michael takes an unintended step towards Alex and then forces himself to stop, "What?"

"You said you wanted to be married. That you wanted a house, kids, a dad band."

Alex doesn't look at Michael as he speaks, like he can't bear to look at his face, like he thinks that Michael has changed his mind.

"We have a domestic partnership, but gay marriage has been legal here for a couple of days, we can go get an actual marriage license. And we have this house. The rest of it I'll give to you once my contract is up. If that's still something that you want."

Michael is moving before Alex can finish speaking, getting into his line of sight, and looking at him seriously.

"What about you?" Michael asks, as Alex watches him with dark confused eyes. "What do you want?"

Alex straightens up, giving Michael a serious look, "What I want hasn't changed."

Michael's eyes dart all over Alex's face before he steps closer, setting one hand down beside where Alex is sitting.

Alex looks down at his hand and follows his arm back up to Michael's face.

"I still want all of it with you," Michael says, and feels something crack in his chest at the look of relief that Alex gives him. "But I hate it when you're gone."

"I hate being gone," Alex says helplessly. "But I still have five more years."

Michael exhales roughly because he knows. He knows that Alex signed up for one of the longest military contracts there was, that he did it because once he got out, he would be set for life.

Alex keeps talking, "I know it's a lot to ask, but if you're willing to wait, I'll give you everything you want and more. I've spent this last year thinking about what you said, and I want to build this life with you, but you have to stop pushing me away. I'm in this for good."

"I'll try," Michael says after a long moment.

"That's all I'm asking for," Alex says back, lifting one hand to Michael's shoulder and sliding it up to the side of his neck. 

Michael shivers at the touch and sets his other hand on the counter, caging Alex between his arms.

Alex leans in close and presses his forehead to Michael's, closing his eyes.

"I've missed you," Alex says in a low, shaky voice. "Emails really aren't enough. Especially when you take so long to answer."

Michael hums in agreement, leaning in closer to nudge his nose against Alex's.

Alex pulls back a little bit, opening his eyes and lifting an eyebrow in question.

Michael drops his eyes to the bandages he can still see peeking out of the collar of Alex's shirt.

"Can I?" he asks, looking back up to Alex's face.

Alex gives him an unreadable look for a moment before he nods his head.

Michael doesn't waste any time. He slides the sling off Alex as carefully as he can, but Alex still hisses a little, clenching his jaw.

Michael doesn't stop, though, moving his hands to the hem of Alex's shirt and urging it up over his head. 

Alex keeps quiet through it all, not saying anything as Michael starts to unpeel the gauze covering the wound.

Michael feels the air punching out of his lungs as he looks at the still healing wound. There are no stitches, and it is mostly closed up again, the scar tissue looking very red and new. Michael's hands shake as he presses his fingers to the scar. Alex's breath hitches at that, and Michael looks up to his face.

Alex's eyes are closed, and his brow is furrowed.

"What happened?"

Alex inhales deeply and opens his eyes. "There was an ambush, and I was shot. The bullet went straight through, but the injury was aggravated afterward, and I had to have surgery or risk losing any mobility for good."

Michael closes his eyes, leaning down and pressing a kiss on the edge of the wound. Alex's breath hitches again, and his hand goes to the back of Michael's head, fingers tangling in the strands.

Michael doesn't move, pressing his forehead to Alex's shoulder, careful not to press down on the injury.

"I wish-" he starts, not knowing how he's going to end the statement.

He wishes he could wrap Alex in bubble wrap and keep him trapped in the airstream for the rest of his life. He wishes that he could go with Alex and protect him when he's out in the battlefield, sending anything that could hit and injure him far, far away. He wishes he could finally find all the pieces of his spaceship and take Alex far away from this hell of a planet.

Alex tugs against his hold on Michael's hair, and Michael lifts his head, and Alex tugs him into a kiss. 

Michael pushes into the kiss immediately, wrapping his hands around the backs of Alex's knees and tugging him in closer before wrapping his arms around Alex's waist and kissing him harder. 

Alex hitches his knees on either side of Michael's hips, lifting his injured arm with a hiss, separating their mouths.

Michael makes to pull back, opening his mouth to apologize, but Alex digs his fingers to Michael's scalp and crosses his shins behind Michael's thighs, pulling him closer.

"No, stay, stay," Alex says, voice low and scratchy as he kisses him again.

Michael falls against Alex, hands pressed to Alex's back and licks into his mouth.

Alex moans and rubs his hand across the back of Michael's neck.

Michael loses himself in the kiss, pressing closer and closer until Alex is lying back on the counter and Michael is climbing up after him.

Alex's head falls back as he gasps for air, and Michael presses his mouth to Alex's throat, sliding his hands down to undo the button on Alex's jeans.

"Not where I imagined the first time we'd have sex in this house," Alex says, fingers tugging restlessly against Michael's hair.

"Oh yeah?" Michael mutters against the skin of his throat, hands sliding into Alex's boxers.

Alex makes a strangled sound as Michael wraps a hand around his half-hard cock, and his head thunks back against the counter.

"Yeah," he says breathlessly. "There's a reason I had a mattress delivered earlier today."

Michael lifts his head at that, moving his hands out of Alex's pants to help himself balance above him. Alex makes a noise in protest at the back of his throat, but opens his eyes to look at Michael.

"So sure of yourself that you needed a mattress, huh?" Michael asks teasingly, leaning in close enough for a kiss but not taking it.

Alex just grins up at him, "Where else did you think I was going to sleep for the next six weeks of medical leave?"

Michael goes still with surprise for one second, eyes darting all over Alex's face before he kisses him hard and fast.

Alex laughs as Michael gets down from the counter, wrapping his arms around Alex's waist and tugging him upright, before wrapping his hands around the back of Alex's thighs and hauling him into his arms.

Alex's laugh turns into a delighted gasp as he wraps one arm around Michael's shoulders and presses the fingers of his bad arm to Michael's face. The tips of his fingers too cold against Michael's skin.

He's still smiling as he kisses, Michael soft and sweet, before nudging their noses together, "Come on, Mr. Guerin, take me to bed."

Michael kisses him again, and concentrates on using his abilities to make sure he has a secure hold on Alex, before he turns towards the only open door where he can just see the edges of a mattress that is lying on the floor. "As you wish, Mr. Guerin."

-

For the next six weeks, Alex turns their house into a home, and Michael sleeps beside him on their bed, in their room, in their house.

And then he's gone.

Michael doesn't see him again for almost five years.

[forthbeaming]

post canon malex where alex is working as a mentor in military. he is well-known and he has the reputation(tm) among the soldiers. he is a war hero, a great soldier and amazing at coding and all the computer stuff. he is strict but fair and threats everybody with kindness that is so rare in the military. however, he is very stoic so there are some bets if he even knows how to smile.

one day during their training there's a visitor, a guy with unruly curls and warm smile. he interupts their their lesson, barreling into the room and picking alex up. all the soldiers just stare at them in incredulous silence, waiting for alex to kill the man. but instead, alex let's himself be manhandled by that man and he even laughs!! he can do that!! who would've thought!!

[grindy-cog]

What do you mean by Alex having power Michael? In a dom/sub way? Not judging, just curious.

Dear Anon,

Thank you for your question!

I suppose you could see it in a dom/sub way, though that wasn’t exactly what I was after? Do I think that Michael, despite his rebellious ways, has a clear need of pleasing and - to some extent- obeying those he loves the most? Yes, absolutely. But it doesn’t need to be read in a dom/sub way, sexual or otherwise, though there’s nothing wrong with that take either🤷‍♀️

However, I was more after Guerin pretty much always following Alex’s lead in many ways, and the youngest Manes being more or less the only one to get through Michael when he was being too stubborn, self-destructive or emotional for his own good. Of course, as long as Alex’s own issues and insecurities weren’t hitting too close home, but that’s another matter and not what you asked for.

Now, I don’t know how you’d see it; if the reason behind that behaviour was the fact that Michael definitely fell for Alex first; or if it was related to the sad truth of Alexander being the first person giving a damn about Guerin, Max and Isobel aside. That he knew about, anyway. Or maybe, because he could relate to Alex on many levels, crappy family life included…

If you asked me, I’d say it’s a combination of the three but most of all, Michael’s own personality and how he loves. It’s hidden and unpredictable but once out? Absolutely powerful and fierce and soul and body consuming, like the fire in his blood. But also protective, unashamed and with no way to hide.

I mean, he certainly gave his bastar.d of a father some serious whiplash with how intense he was. How completely unlike him, or even Nora in this way.

And I think Alex, because of his own personality and the way he loves, could have always tamed that fire in Michael a bit; probably even unknowingly at first, made it calmer, quieter, a gentle fire to warm up next to, instead of an unpredictable disaster.

So, in a way, Alex has a power over Michael; always had, always will, and not a bad one, too. But this is why it was such an important and milestone breakthrough moment for Guerin to finally tell Alex ‘no’. It had nothing to do with them not loving each other enough, or not fighting strong enough for one another. It definitely had nothing to do with Maria at that point. It came down to Michael, through his grief and powerful emotions, finally understanding that they both needed to grow first. Unfortunately, separately.

He was right in saying that at that point in their lives, they weren’t good for one another. He wanted to be good for somebody, and Alex wasn’t ready yet, not really. He had to come out of his shell completely first, to let himself get burn a little every once and awhile. Otherwise he’d always end up leaving, and one day, in this way or another, it’d finally be too much for Michael. That would be something they’d never come back from.

Do I wish that we could’ve avoided some unnecessary drama in s2? Heck, yes. But all those strange writing choices and even stranger plot, led to a genuine healing and character’s growth with Malex.

Hope I answered your question and take care!

[dr-lizortecho]

forget everything else about season four for a second- cause honestly the most romantic thing Michael ever did was not only snuggle but kiss Alex while he had flu symptoms, shortly after tasting the horrors for the first time

[dayscrazed]

New Malex Fic!

Love on the Brain Chapter 1/6

An accident in Michael’s bunker causes Michael unexpectedly to act super in love with Alex, despite the fact he’s dating someone else. His obsession and attention toward Alex gets awkward when it grows stronger and seems to overpower other memories and thoughts that aren’t about Alex. After getting a glimpse of a loving Michael, it kills Alex to be around him and help to get him back to normal.