#forrest long/michael guerin

[dayscrazed]

Final chapter in the Malex Oklahoma AU!

After the open mic night, Alex runs into Forrest. Then, Michael and Alex finally get a peek at the alien artifact. Jesse threatens Alex. Then, the aliens and their allies prepare for a potential threat at CrashCon. In the aftermath, Michael supports Alex.

[kmr2268]

Quick Glance Into Malex's Future

Forrest took a deep breath as he looked down the familiar block. It was just over three years since he had last been back in Roswell. —It had been a good few years but returning he had been hit anew with how much he had missed having Alex Manes in his life and suddenly, there was Alex loading bags into the back seat of his car. It had to be a sign.

“Hey Manes” Alex didn’t turn so Forrest dashed down the block and tapped his shoulder “Alex” 

Alex turned to face him and smiled “Forrest—how’ve you been?”

”Good—would you have time to grab a cup of coffee and catch up?” 

There it was—Alex’s face softened and his eyes were filled with so much love—everything Forrest ever hoped to see so it took a split second for him to realize Alex wasn’t looking at him. He was looking over his shoulder — passed him.

Forrest turned part way to follow Alex’s gaze to see a tall man with a black cowboy hat. The man was walking slowly while he carefully balanced a tray with two coffees in his right hand and tilted down to the left to hold the hand of a toddling little girl proudly carrying a Crashdown bag.  

As they got closer, Alex bent down with his arms opened wide. The cowboy let go and the little girl excitedly held the bag out as she ran forward “Papa dough”, she cried.

Alex scooped her up and laughing met the cowboy’s eyes “I thought Daddy wasn’t going to get doughnuts” 

He smiled. “It wasn’t me—this one” he affectionally ruffled the little girl’s hair “has Arturo wrapped around her little finger—she looks at him, smiles and doughnuts appear” 

Alex smiled tenderly—“Well she does have your smile” 

Michael met his smile and gently caressed his shoulder “I always thought it was because she has your eyes.” 

The scene was so intimate it hit Forrest like a gut punch. He managed to steady himself with a “Hey Guerin” 

Alex turned slightly as he suddenly remembered Forrest and Michael nodded but before he could answer the little girl chimed in “Dats us” 

Alex smiled, “That’s right my smart girl that’s our family. Can you tell our friend Mr. Forrest your name?” “

“I Nowa Alexandwa Guwin” 

Forrest felt the last vestages of his hopes slip away—“How old are you?” She raises two fingers. 

“Two wow— you’re a big girl.” Forrest turned to Alex, “I can’t believe your a father, it seems…

“Go see brudder. Share Doughs” Cried the little girl to her dads. 

Michael laughed as took the squirming toddler. “Aunt Bonnie will probably love a donut . To Alex he said, “I’ll get Nora into the car — they are going to be waiting for us.”

Forrest looked at Alex - “Brother?”

“Our son is due in a week or so — we are on the way to a doctor’s appointment to see a sonogram but I would like to catch up. Why not come by the house — we’re always there these days.”

“I’ll see — It’s good to see you Manes.”

Alex smiled — “Actually, it’s Guerin, now.”

Forrest stood watching as the family pulled away. Alex Manes really was gone…

[winnie-the-monster]

Why does this still hurt? 😢

[tofeelthecold]

alex tags

[pastelwitchling]

Hey, I don't know if you have already done this but just wondering if you could write a story about Alex & Michael living their life as a married couple, I know that you would do it justice. It's the one thing I wish we had seen on the show.

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                Alex was warm. He was so much warmer than he had been when he and Michael had dated, not that Michael ever minded how cool he was. If anything, he loved that he could be that comfort for Alex, that Alex could curl into him whenever he was cold and revel in his boyfriend’s warmth, that he could offer Alex something no one else could.

                And he still did. Alex still curled into Michael like he was his favorite blanket. But he didn’t seem to realize just how cozy and safe he’d turned himself. Maybe it was the effects of marriage, Michael thought, but he preferred Alex to his blankets, he preferred his chest to any pillow, no fireplace gave off enough heat without Alex lying there at his side with his arms around Michael, keeping him close.

                Maybe it wasn’t that Alex was warm at all. Maybe he just made everything feel so much better. He told his husband that one morning over breakfast. Michael was seated at the counter, coffee cup in front of him as Alex made pancakes, his back to him and giving Michael ideas too dirty for so early in the morning.

                “That’s so sweet,” Alex chuckled, setting the plate down in front of Michael and kissing his temple. “Who knew you were such a romantic?”

                Michael caught his wrist and pulled him in until Alex was standing between his legs. “Am I making you swoon yet?”

                Alex smiled wide and shook his head, looking at Michael like he was simultaneously the cutest and dumbest person he’d ever known. “Guerin, you’ve always made me swoon.”

                Michael couldn’t help the goofy smile that split his lips then, and Alex, amused, kissed his forehead and went to grab the ice cream and syrup.

                Neither Michael nor Alex had much time for lunch with their jobs, not that either of them particularly noticed or cared. Michael never considered himself someone who had to eat with someone else to be able to enjoy his meal—on the contrary, he’d always preferred solitude, a sandwich in one hand as he tweaked an engine with the other—but ever since he and Alex had gotten married, since once in a while habits slowly turned to daily habits which slowly turned into their own little traditions, Michael didn’t care to have lunch not because he didn’t want anything or because he couldn’t find the time, but because he simply didn’t care to sit down for a meal without Alex at his side, trying and failing not to moan at every bite he took.

                He loved Alex’s secret excitement for food, and he loved that no one else knew about it. He loved how, when they finally sat for dinner at the end of the day together, Michael handling the dishes on the nights Alex wanted to try a new recipe (“I did manage to feed myself for over a decade, Guerin,” he’d said when Michael had first expressed his surprise at Alex’s amazing cooking skills), he got to watch Alex’s eyes sparkle at the many plates, the soups, the roasts, the chicken wings and rice and noodles. He loved knowing parts of Alex nobody else knew existed.

                “Did you ever eat in front of Long?”

                Alex looked up from the pot where he was stirring the almost finished French onion soup. “Forrest? Uh, no, I don’t think so? Just never happened to, why?”

                Michael looked back down at the bread he was cutting up, grinning. “No reason.”

                Late Sunday afternoons usually found Alex and Michael on the couch, a lazy lunch of something greasy and cheesy from the Crashdown menu laid out before them as they lounged against one another watching cartoons.

                This time, Alex was laid back on Michael, his head on his chest as his eyes fluttered sleepily. Michael’s arms wrapped loosely around Alex’s shoulders and Alex’s cheek was squished against the crook of his elbow. Michael couldn’t stop watching him. His messy hair, his rosy cheeks, his wedding band glinting in the dim afternoon light that poured in through the windows as his fingers played with the hair on Michael’s arms.

                He must’ve sensed Michael’s eyes on him because he looked up to meet his husband’s gaze, and smiled. “What?”

                His voice was so soft, so relaxed, so at peace that Michael’s hold on him turned a little tighter and the truth left his lips before he could bother or even want to keep it.

                “I love you so much it hurts.”

                Alex hummed, turning in Michael’s arms to hug his waist and nuzzle his chest. “Sorry.”

                And into Alex’s hair, Michael confessed, “I hope it never stops hurting.”

                They rarely went to bed alone anymore. Mostly because Alex had a tendency to stay awake all night until coaxed into resting and Michael found he slept better with Alex in his arms.

                Sometimes, like tonight, Michael woke in the middle of the night to find himself alone. He looked around for Alex, then his head fell back onto the pillows with a soft sigh.

                His baby . . .

                He pushed himself up and found Alex, unsurprisingly, in the kitchen, working with an already half-empty cup of coffee at his side. Instead of asking Alex if he was okay or if he wanted to talk, because he already knew the answer, Michael pulled up a stool to sit as close to him as possible, a blanket wrapped around his bare shoulders.

                He kissed Alex’s arm and rested his head on his shoulder. After a moment, Alex murmured, “You should go back to bed, it’s cold here.”

                Michael didn’t bother shaking his head, and only hugged Alex’s arm as he settled in for the next few hours until dawn. “You’re plenty warm enough for me, Private.”

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I'm quite proud of how this one turned out actually.

[halevetica]

Is that how you wanted this to go?(Malex)

Alex sat at the table with Kyle across from him, a half drank beer in hand. He'd agreed to get a drink with Kyle to take his mind off of everything going on in his life...and because Kyle had told him he had something important to show him before pulling into the wild pony parking lot with a pleading grin a promise to buy drinks for the night.

Alex avoided the Wild Pony for many reasons. One was the bartender, the other was his ex, if you could even call him that, and lastly was the terrible music. Though the last one was more of an excuse that didn't out him for avoiding the other two.

He and Maria were getting better. Now that Alex didn't have to see her with Michael, it was easier. There was still a mild awkwardness between them, but it was dissipating.

"Another round?" Maria asked Kyle as she paused at their table.

"Sure, I'll take one." Kyle nodded.

"I'm okay." Alex held up his still half empty beer.

"Okay, I'm out-pacing you three to one." Kyle huffed at Alex when Maria left.

"This just isn't how I planned to spend my Thursday night."

"And how did you plan on doing that exactly? Staring at your father's old files? Trying to find information that's not there?" Kyle leaned back in his chair.

"I feel like that would be more productive than sitting here..." Alex's voice trailed off as Micheal Guerin walked into the wild pony.

Michael's eyes met Alex's across the bar.

Kyle turned to see what caused the sudden mood shift.

Alex dropped his gaze first, suddenly very interested in his beer.

"So that's why you didn't want to come." Kyle nodded, ignoring the accusing glare Michael directed at him.

"I can't escape him."

"Do you want to?" Kyle asked, a sympathetic smile on his lips.

In lieu of responding, Alex took a long swig of his beer. That was a complicated question. Everything about Michael Guerin was complicated.

"How's Forrest by the way?" Kyle asked with a knowing smirk.

Alex dropped his head with a chuckle. "Uncomplicated."

Kyle stood, gesturing towards an empty pool table. "Come on, let me kick your ass at pool."

Alex raised a brow at him before downing the last of his beer and following suit.

Alex managed to avoid Michael as he concentrated on the pool game. Kyle was beating him, but he didn't mind. It was a nice distraction.

Alex was lining up his next shot when Michael's laughter pulled his attention up and towards the bar where Michael was sitting on a stool, a raven haired guy stood between his legs. Michael's hands sat firmly on the man's hips, as if holding him in place.

Alex's chest clenched at the sight. Michael was known to be a flirt but he'd never actually seen him flirt with another guy before.

"You good?" Kyle asked, glancing to the bar.

Alex's grip on the pool stick tightened as Michael made eye contact with him before placing his cowboy hat on the guy's head.

Alex forced his focus back on the cue ball and with a little more force than he'd intended, took his shot.

The ball went wide, missing it's intended target by inches.

"Don't let him get to you, man. He's not worth it." Kyle offered with a shake of his head.

What Alex didn't say was that Michael was worth it. He was worth every jolt of jealousy, every nightmare, every reminder, and every heartbreak. He'd endure it all if it made Michael happy. But Alex was certain that this random guy didn't make Michael happy. The smile on his face wasn't genuine. So why the show?

Alex glanced back up to see the guy take off Michael's hat and lean in.

Jealousy coiled in Alex's gut. Was Michael actually gonna kiss this guy?

Michael started to lean back, his eyes falling to Alex, who couldn't bring himself to look away.

Their eyes met before Michael dove in with purpose. His lips crashing against the other man's.

Alex swallowed before setting his pool stick down and marching towards the door. Whatever game Michael was playing, he wanted no part of it.

He ignored Kyle calling after him.

He barely made it to the parking lot when he heard footsteps behind him.

"Alex."

Alex turned around, a sharp glare set into his expression. "What Guerin?"

"Where are you going?" Michael asked.

Alex could only stare at Michael. Was he seriously asking that question?

"Home." Alex said bluntly when it was obvious Michael expected an answer. He turned to walk away when Michael caught his arm, stopping him.

"Why?"

"Why?" Alex scoffed. "Could it be that you had your tongue down some other guy's throat?"

"So you're leaving? I thought you'd confront me about it." Michael released Alex's arm.

"What? Why would I do that?"

"I thought you'd see me with him and come yell at me for rubbing it in your face."

Alex raised his brows at Michael. "Is that how you wanted this to go?" he asked incredulously.

Michael splayed his arms out. "Just trying to get your attention, Alex."

"No, you wanted a fight. Well, guess what, I'm not giving you one." Alex's tone was calm despite his frustration. He turned to walk away again.

"And that's the problem."

Alex paused.

"You don't wanna fight for us. You'd rather run."

Alex whipped around, his patience waning. "I don't even know what I'd be fighting for Guerin. Like you said before, we're not good for each other."

"That's what I mean. You just let me go without a fight."

"My whole life has been a fight. I'm tired of fighting. And I wasn't going to compete with Maria."

"There's never a competition, Alex."

Alex took a step forward, putting less than two feet between him and Michael. "So you were with that guy to hurt me intentionally and you're mad because I didn't make a scene? Didn't demand that you can't be with anyone other than me?"

Michael pursed his lips, seeing the flaw in his plan.

"Maria and I broke up weeks ago."

Alex furrowed his brow. "And what, you thought I'd come running back?"

"I was hoping." Michael said, as if it was obvious.

Alex glanced to where Kyle had approached.

"I'm seeing someone anyway." Alex took a step back.

"Who? Valenti?" Michael scoffed.

"Forrest, actually."

Michael licked at his bottom lip. He should have guessed. Forrest was always too chummy with Alex.

"Besides, we're not good for each other, Guerin." Alex nodded to Kyle who nodded back and started for his car.

Michael's jaw clenched as he watched Alex follow after Kyle.

His hands pulled at his curls in frustration as he started back for the bar. As he reached the awning, he swung his arms down with a sharp, frustrated grunt. The nearby tables were hit with a gust of his telekinesis, clattering against the surrounding chairs.

He'd viewed this night going very differently.

*AN* Was gonna post this for Michael Guerin week for the prompt 'Is that how you wanted this to go' but it worked better from Alex's point of view so I'm just posting it as it's own thing.

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Garrett Graham — Off Campus series / post book canon / fc: James Lafferty (bisexual)

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John Logan — Off Campus series / post book canon / fc: Dacre Montgomery (bisexual)

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Prince Eric — Prince Of Song & Sea ; The Little Mermaid ; fc: Jonah Hauer-King (bisexual)

Prince Phillip — Prince Of Thorns & Nightmares ; fc: Drew Starkey (bisexual)

Prince Charming — Prince Of Glass and Midnight ; fc: Nicholas Galitzine. (bisexual)

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Forrest Long — RNM ; soulwaned’s Alex Manes.

[the-innefable-idiot]

welcome home

Hello yall!!!

This is my 3k fic based on the fic "another part of me could be you" by @spaceskam. I honestly don't know how to classify this, but you can consider a homage (?) to her work.

This pretty much a fanfic of a fanfic... yeah. I know.

Every feedback is welcome, both for plot/characterization and grammar/ponctuation. English is not my first language, so I usually right phrases that only make perfect sense to me. I want your reading to be as enjoyable as possible! :D

Please, enjoy!

Also on AO3.

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Oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here

Even if it takes all night or a hundred years

Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near

Wanna feel alive, outside I can fight my fear

(Lovely, Billie Eilish feat. Khalid)

Michael almost looses Alex for the second time, and now je realises it's time for him to get his act together. He just wasn't expecting all the love and support he got.

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Home is a concept that Michael never quite understood. Sure, he lived in many houses, but the goodbyes were never emotional. He knows that home is not the structure, but the feelings attached to some place, something or someone. Whenever he thought of home, blurred memories from outer space came to mind. The feeling of belonging was strong, even if he couldn’t attach an image to it. 

Michael used to spend hours fantasizing on how to turn a house into a home. A collection of mugs nicely displayed in the dining room. Vinyls and cds on one shelf and books on another, with a nice record player nearby. Some musical instruments considered weird by western standards. The walls covered with pictures of people and places he loved alongside posters of movies and bands he enjoyed. Had he grown up in a nice home, he would probably have been those kids with a camera in hand at all times, capturing moments around him.

Once he knew he was so, but so close to understand the meaning of home. He was thinking about buying a camera literally moments before his hand was shattered by a psychopath. Since then he swore to never raise his hopes. The day drinking and the bar fighting were the ways he made sure to never expect anything from anyone. Alex symbolized everything he wanted to have, but couldn’t, so he was determined to go for a simpler route. 

With Maria things were nice. A little bit more complicated than he expected, but still nice. Sure, she wouldn't be moving to the airstream anytime soon, but the relationship was nice. Her place has a few of his things: a toothbrush, a few pieces of clothing neatly folded in one corner of a drawer, a few bottles of beer and whiskey, a handful of books and even some mechanical tools he forgot to take back to his place. Michael never enjoyed making Maria to spend the night at the airstream, first because the overall place was tiny and uncomfortable, and second because her house had the whole atmosphere he dreamt about.

It was clear the effort they were putting into the relationship. Maybe a bit too much of an effort, some might say. As the time passed, everyone close to them noticed how the smiles between them stopped reaching their eyes. Michael would never admit it, but Alex being kidnapped only sped up the inevitable.

Michael knew something bad happened before Forrest came to him in the middle of a panic attack. He had this prickling feeling on his neck that something was just not right since he opened his eyes that morning. Now he was gripping the steering wheel of his truck and focusing on not letting his powers break something. The adrenalin rush being the only thing keeping him from having a mental breakdown. Actually, filling in Forrest with the whole alien thing was a great distraction because of the many details and intricate history he had to cover. Maybe Forrest noticed it and kept asking questions to ground Michael to the task at hand. Maybe Michael will find a way to subtly thank him later for that. Just maybe.

After finding a path of bodies that lead to a bleeding Alex on the floor, Michael felt like breathing for the first time that day. The relief was short, however, and the moment he saw the deadly wound (gun? Knife? Oh God it was bad) he knew what he should do. Forrest was holding an unconscious Alex on his arms. Somehow he managed to tear apart the bloodied shirt to ease the access to the wound (thanks Forrest, again). Michael's healing powers were shit, and he knew he wouldn't be able to heal Alex completely, but damn him if he weren't going to die trying.

The last thing he clearly remembers is the glow on his hands. He has flashes of walking to the car and drinking acetone. He was 75% sure he didn't hallucinate Kyle being there to check up on Alex. Did Alex really ask to sleep by his side? Was Forrest still there? Who knew? Definitely not him.

The next day Michael woke up at noon, still not sure if he was indeed in bed with those two guys or if it was just his brain revenging him after almost melting it the night before. Alex was still too drugged up for Michael to feel anything concrete from the handprint, but only the fact everyone was breathing was enough to calm him down.

This moment of silence between the three of them only gave Michael the reassurance to set things right with Maria. He couldn't keep marinating her in a below-average relationship just so he could prove a point. Maria deserved more than he could give her.

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The break-up was... complex. He could see jealousy and suspicion in her body language, and nothing Michael said changed that. Deep down she always new the possibility of Michael going back to Alex, but she was willing to try anyway. She was making an effort not to be too angry, after all she knew her friend had a past with the cowboy but still wanted to try a relationship. She avoided Alex for a while, scared for his reaction, but when the confrontation happened, she was met with nothing but understanding. She’ll never know how Alex could be so calm back then, because right now this fucking hurt and she wanted to punch something.

Moments before he left, Maria stopped him, asking him the one thing he didn't want to answer.

"Why are you choosing him now, Michael?" She asked while putting too much force on drying a cup of glass. "The other day he was stabbed, and you stayed for me. So, what changed? Definitely not Alex almost dying"

"I don't... know." He hesitated. Who was he kidding, this was their break-up and she deserved the truth, even if it meant not crossing her path ever again. "I think that nothing changed, actually. I really believed we had a chance at being happy together, you and I, and I was willing to try. I was so focused on choosing you over him every time that in that morning it was more of an autopilot choice. I didn't follow my heart because I’ve programmed myself to choose you." He could feel his voice cracking. The words were too painful even to him, but once he started he couldn't stop.

"God, Michael" she put the glass down hard, the only reason for not breaking being its thickness. "I am angry, and sad, and I don't want to see you for a while, but..." she looked at him, her voice going a bit soft for her next words "what we had was exhausting. I've been trying to pinpoint the moment where we turned the relationship into an obligation. Now I see it’s been like this since the beginning, but we couldn’t keep the act for too long." 

"I'm sorry, Deluca."

"I'm sorry too." She turned her back on him to organize the bottles on the shelf. "Just... stay away for a while, yes? I need to clear my head."

Michael tipped his cowboy hat and left without saying a word. Mixed with the sadness was a sense of relief. Now Deluca was free from him, free to search for someone who will wholeheartedly love her the way she deserved. He didn’t regret being with her, they took a shot and failed, but that’s life. At least they know they tried. His regret was on his actions. Maybe if he’d been more honest since the beginning, the end would’ve been different. 

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Alex was still asleep when Michael came back to the cabin. The handprint feeling was still fuzzy, so good thing Alex didn't feel all the whirlwind of emotions from the conversation with Maria. Michael had to drive around for a few hours after leaving the Wild Pony just to clear his head. The first thing he noticed when entering the cabin was Forrest in the kitchen, probably cooking something for Alex.

"Alex said, and I quote, you like your coffee like you like your men and women: strong and sweet. Is that right?" Forrest asked without taking his eyes from the stove. "I’m cooking everyone’s favourite because... well... because I can, but also because we deserve it. Alex and I ate half an hour ago, but gimme five minutes and your food will be ready."

Michal was shocked. One thing was Alex telling Forrest what Michael liked to eat and drink, another thing was for Forrest to get out of his way to just cook it. Why would he do that, specially considering he was the ex in the equation? 

"Michael, I barely know you and I can almost feel you overthinking this. Before Alex went back to take a nap he told me you were getting near the cabin and that I should start cooking. Which reminded me, later you both must explain the whole handprint thing for me. I’m still digesting the whole alien superpower thing, but I want to know more" Michael could hear Forrest's smile in his voice. Forrest was relieved and comfortable so his entire body acted like it. 

"Michael. Sit."

And he sat on the table without thinking twice. Sure, the warmth he was feeling towards Forrest was 100% from Alex because of the handprint, but damn this pocket-size historian for making it way too easy to like him.

Forrest put the meal on the table and sat near him. Michael only realised he was starving the moment he took the first bite, and in less than 10 minutes all the food was gone. The coffee was in a nice mug with the Slipknot logo on it, probably Forrest’s, because he knew Alex inclined towards the more emo bands.

As he rinsed the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, Forrest sat on the couch. Michael knew he should leave and let Forrest take care of Alex, but he ended up sitting by the historian's side. He simply didn't want to go.

"Michael..." Forrest started, with his voice soft and his eyes even softer. "You are probably confused by your feelings because of the handprint. Right now you are feeling what Alex feels, so we can only have this full conversation once you are out of Alex's system."

Michael had to take a sip of his coffee just to do something with his hands. In his mind he was bracing himself for the final blow that would destroy him. Forrest was going to order him to leave them alone and never go back.

"Alex told me about your history, and I am so sorry for all the trauma you went through, and I am not saying only your hand.”

Oh, so Forrest knew about that.

“The three of us... we grew up thinking that love and pain are intertwined, you can only love something if you suffer for it." Forrest grabbed Michael's hands, forcing Michael to keep eye contact. "It took me and Alex years and a literal war to understand that love is not painful. It’s hard to believe, both at home or in a battlefield, and even to this day I wake up with doubts.” He paused, taking a deep breath. Michael could see Forrest tensing up, an indication that the next words were hard for him to say out loud. 

“Maybe my family is right and being gay is a punishment, and I deserve to be loveless and miserable for the rest of my life. When you hear you’re not worthy enough times, you start believing in it. Some days nothing, and I mean nothing, can change my mind."

Forrest noticed Michael was getting uncomfortable, and let go of his hands. Both took a sip of their drinks before Forrest sighed, and Michael could see the sadness behind his eyes. A sadness he knew all too well, one that everyone carries but few could hide well. It was a sadness that put doubt in people's heart and turned their self-worth into smoke. Michael wanted to hold Forrest and tell him that everything was going to be alright, but it was probably Alex' influence.

"Alex told me you grew up in the system, the next family worse than the last. I’ve worked with endangered youth, kids with similar stories, and I know how ugly it can get.”

Michael tensed up even more, a reflex that Forrest mistook for annoyance or anger. Michael tried his best to relax, to show Forrest it wasn’t him. It was an unconscious reaction from years of abuse. The historian hesitated for a moment, but then continued.

“What I’m saying is that... it was hard for me to learn that suffering for love ain't romantic or cute. Alex and I want to help you get out of this destructive path you are going through, but we need to start things right. No lies, no secrets, and specially no shame." Forrest grabbed Michael's hand again, but this time Michael was more comfortable. "I want you both to be happy, even if it means me getting out of the picture eventually." As a reflex, Michael tightened his hand, a silent 'no' for the possibility. Forrest smiled and let his thumb caressed the back of Michael's hand.

"I know you can't make any decision right now. First because you just broke up with a long-term friend, and second because of the handprint. Much of your feelings are from Alex, so you are biased. But..." He stopped to bring Michael hands to his lips, and Forrest kissed them lightly with a hint of a smile "once we settle down, we can try something different.”

Michael was taken by surprise. He ran many scenarios in his head, and none of them came close to <i>that.

“I mean, what's the point of being a gay historian if I keep my mind closed towards contemporary interpersonal relations? Monogamy is a recent construct to better control nuclear households and… and... I am going to stop because I am losing the focus here.”

Michael laughed. He understood more and more Forrest's appeal. After a few hours of almost losing Alex and breaking up with Maria, Forrest managed to make Michael laugh.

“Alex says I get a bit too passionate about this matters and..."

"Can I kiss you?" Michael blurted, surprising even himself. "I know, I know, the handprint and all, but Alex's feelings are still fuzzy from the drugs and I am pretty sure he doesn't control every single emotion I have." Now it was time for Forrest to be taken aback. He pondered for two heartbeats and nodded, still processing what just happened. 

Michael caressed Forrest face, mimicking what the historian did few moments ago on the back of his hand. Michael’s calloused fingers brushed the other man’s face, bringing him closer. It started as a brush of lips, and then escalated to a slow and tender kiss. It was one of those that meant comfort, not sex. It made Michael feel warm and safe. Forrest was saying "I accept you and you can stay", and Michael almost felt like crying.

The kiss was broken when they felt the weight shift in the sofa. Michael didn't know for how long they’ve been kissing. The only thing he processed was Forrest on his lap by the time Alex showed up. Michael was starting to panic when Forrest just let a little laugh, going back to the couch to give Alex a kiss on his forehead.

Michael's heart only came back to normal because he could feel how calm and peaceful Alex was. If not for the handprint, he’d definitely be running away right now. After the initial shock, Michael started to process how easy it felt to kiss Forrest while actively ignoring how he was the current boyfriend of his ex.

"You're overthinking again, Michael." Surprisingly (or maybe not), this phrase came out of Forrest, again. He didn't need a handprint to understand what was going on inside the alien's head, and that scared Michael. If only by knowing the stories he understood Michael better than his siblings, what would Forrest be able to do with a little more intimacy?

"War taught us that we can't take tomorrow for granted." Alex said, with a hint of tiredness in his voice that only existed after a drug-induced sleep. "That doesn't mean I'll feel sorry for you and let you go away with all the shit you put me through, Guerin." Alright, back to the last name basis then. "But I will, actually we will, offer you a chance of redemption, but it will all depend on you."

"Own your mistakes and learn from them. Don't project your faults onto others." Forrest said while standing up from the couch. "That means no more bullshit, Guerin."

Michael felt oddly comforted by both men being so straightforward. Yeah, he could get used to this bluntness. Maybe this is the first change he has to make from now on.

"Once this handprint fades and we’re in fully control of our emotions, we’ll talk about possibilities. Right now I just need to focus on not dying from an infected wound which an alien helped to heal." Alex said, finishing Forrest's tea to the last drop.

“Now, let’s give ourselves some time to digest everything. God knows I still need to process that I made coffee for an alien”. Which, by the way, would you like some more tea, captain?” Forrest stood up and grabbing the mug from Alex' hands. He didn't have to look at Alex to know the answer. "More coffee for you, Michael?" He motioned to the mug on the table.

Michael nodded, still mesmerized by what was happening. They had a long path ahead of them, but he knew how easy could it be to fall into a routine with them. Maybe the Slpiknot mug would slowly turn into his mug, and this realisation terrified him.

Michael slowly gave the object to the historian. He felt like if he moved a bit too abrupt, everything would dissolve and he would wake up in the airstream. Instead, the only thing that happened was Forrest going back to the kitchen and Alex completely relaxed on the couch. 

“Did he give you the whole speech about monogamy and nuclear households? I mean, the whole speech?” Michael shook his head no, and Alex let out a soft laugh. “Then get ready for at least a two-hour lecture from him. I’m not exaggerating. He has a powerpoint presentation about it.” 

Michael could feel more of Alex as the seconds passed, and he has never been so sure that he wanted to change. Forrest and Alex started talking about nothing in particular and Michael closed his eyes, letting himself be surrounded by the tenderness and warmth radiating from that place.

the end

[bisexualalienblast]

[slynella]

Watching RNM and being part of the fandom here has been sooo great ♥

I started to watch it because i had literally nothing else to do at that time and i never thought it would change my life so much x)

So... to celebrate the past few years, i went through old sketchbooks to find drawings i never shared here \o/ (some are on IG tho).

First, a Teen Pod Squad drawing from early 2020.

A Forrest drawing right after 2x04 because i loved his introduction.

Some sketches while trying to figure out what i wanted to do for the Missing Alex Manes Hours Event. Tbh, this serie of Kylex drawing is one of my favorite RNM related work.

The first Musketeer Alex Manes (with a more traditionnal outfit rather than one inspired by the BBC TV show) I drew for @echo-bleu 's fic : To Fall, There is Death (RNM Big Bang 2020)

And finally, some sketches for All I Ask Is A Tall Ship And A Star To Steer Her By, @daughterofelros 's fic for the RNM Big Bang 2021

👉🛍️ My Shop

[manesalex]

Every Alex Manes Scene (120/?)

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Analyzing GIF…

[dayscrazed]

Malex Oklahoma AU- New Chapter: The Farmer and the Cowman

During a night hanging out with his brother and sister, Michael vents about his Alex frustrations and the bad blood between him and Forrest. When the guy shows up, things get even more heated.

[gra-sonas]

RNM S3 - WE'RE OFF TO A DEVASTATING START 😭

[roswellnmsource]

[pastelwitchling]

Hey I was wondering if you could write something where Michael runs into Forrest somewhere in town and after a conversation Michael realizes how seriously bad things were for Alex, and how close he was to losing Alex in a whole different way and Forrest pretty much saved him from that.

I just keep thinking back to how depressed Alex was during that season and his line in episode 10. I feel like hai mental health should have been focused on a lot more. Considering how serious some of the stuff going on with him has been.

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It was one of those mornings. Michael had woken up with Alex in his arms, rarely the first of them awake. He got to watch his husband sleep, not daring to so much as kiss his closed eyes for fear of ruining the peace.

“I worship you,” he’d whispered against Alex’s cheek, and taking advantage of the opportunity, decided to slip out of bed and grab them breakfast so that Alex woke to something sweet.

He leaned his elbows on the Crashdown counter now where Liz stood behind the cash register, humming Alex’s song to himself.

“Someone’s smiley,” Liz grinned. “Where’s your better half?”

“Still sleeping,” Michael said. “Doesn’t really do that much.”

“He doesn’t?” she blinked. “Oh wow, you’re right. Now that I think about it, I don’t think he slept much through high school either. Huh.” She shook her head, sighing. “Well, that’s always been the Manes allure, you know? Alex has always been a little hard to really know.”

Michael smirked. “Not to me.”

Liz chuckled. “I’ll have your order ready in a sec.”

“Thanks,” he said, and sniffed. The bell above the diner door jingled and Michael, by instinct, threw a glance over his shoulder. He did a doubletake, any semblance of a smile gone.

Forrest Long caught his eyes as he approached the counter, and smiled. “No way. Alien Guy.”

“Nazi Guy,” Michael said, trying and failing to sound nonchalant. His journey with Forrest over the years had gone from indifference to anger to panic as he’d noticed the way Forrest and Alex looked at each other, and now his feelings towards the poet historian was a dull fear and anger that lingered in the corners of his mind and threatened to overwhelm him.

He was suddenly very glad Alex wasn’t here.

Forrest leaned on the counter next to him, eyes falling to his ring. “You really got married.”

Michael raised a brow. “You don’t sound surprised.”

He grinned in that easy way he always seemed to be able to do. “Alex told me.”

Michael nodded, eyes widening just fractionally. “Alex told you?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged a shoulder in that cool way he always seemed to be able to do. “We keep in touch.”

“Ah.”

Michael had tried to sound disinterested. Based on the way Forrest stared, he didn’t think he’d succeeded.

“We care about each other, Guerin,” he said. “But that’s all. Hey,” he patted Michael’s arm, “I’m happy for you guys, really. Alex deserves everything he wants and he’s always wanted you.”

Michael looked down, the tension in his chest loosening slowly. “And I’ve always wanted him.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “I know. You don’t think I ever noticed the way you looked at me whenever I was with him? You’re not exactly subtle, Guerin.”

“Not about Alex,” he conceded. “So you’re staying in town? Or just passing through?”

Forrest chuckled, shaking his head. “I know what you want me to say, but I’m actually staying for about two weeks. I have some work left with my last bosses,” he said quietly, referring to Deep Sky.

Michael nodded to show he understood. “Alex is doing pretty well over there,” he said, not without some pride in his voice. “But I guess you already know that, too.”

“Not actually shocked,” Forrest admitted. “I always knew he was a genius.”

“Again,” Michael tilted his head. “You know we’re married, right?”

Forrest laughed. “Yes, Guerin, I’m aware. Look, what do you want me to say? He’s smart, I’m not surprised that he’s kicking ass. Just . . .” he faltered. “Is he . . . doing okay?”

“What, with marriage?” Michael was unable to help but square his shoulders a little bit. “Oh he loves it. Never been happier.”

“No,” Forrest said, his smile soft. “But that’s good. I’m talking about . . . him.” He tapped his temple with two fingers. “Up here?”

Slowly, like understanding the picture of a puzzle that was only partly put together, Michael realized what he meant. Something Alex had said to him two years ago suddenly echoed in his memory now.

“I need to believe in a reason to stay.”

Michael had wanted nothing more than to hold Alex then. Tell him he was the only one. Kiss him and promise him he loved him until the tremble in his lower lip went away and he never said anything like that again. He never stopped regretting what had actually happened.

He had no idea that Forrest had seen that in him. Had Alex said the words to Forrest, too? Had he told him first?

“How’d you know about that?” he asked.

“We talked a lot,” Forrest said. “And . . . we’ve both been there. Only difference is that it got easier for me over the years that I stopped . . . it stopped getting that bad. But Alex . . . he’d never say it out loud, but it was other things, you know? Small things. How indifferent he was to getting hurt, how numb he could look. If I’m being honest, that’s the real reason I worried about Deep Sky recruiting him, and I told him that, too. It wasn’t that I was worried he’d get killed. I worried that he’d try to.”

Michael stared. And stared and stared and stared. He’d thought that incident in the bunker had been Alex’s slipup. A little dark thought thrown out in the heat of an argument. Deep down, he’d wanted to deny that it had ever held any real weight, even as he knew it had.

He just hadn’t imagined it was always this bad. Then a terrifying thought hit.

What if Michael had been too late to act? What if he’d pushed Alex just a little harder? Alex had been getting worse and worse and Michael had seen that pain in him. He’d just chosen to push it aside and ignore it.

He’d chosen to hurt Alex more.

“It’s a good thing he has you now,” he said and smiled as a waitress handed him a to-go bag. “I mean, Alex has always been a little hard to really know.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, brows knitted as Forrest left, though Michael was stuck in his thoughts. “Hard to know.”

 Michael came home to find Alex’s back turned to him in bed, the smooth expanse of skin and muscle making Michael’s fingers twitch, the blanket draped across his hips as he scrolled through his texts.

Alex looked over his shoulder as Michael stepped into the room. “You’re back,” he smiled, and his eyes fell to the tray in Michael’s hands. “And you got breakfast?”

“I wanted to make it back before you woke up,” he said, and instead of waiting for Alex to sit up to place the tray on his lap, he set the tray on the nightstand, pulled back the blanket, and lied down behind Alex, wrapping him in his arms.

Alex’s naked back pressed to Michael’s clothed chest. Michael buried his face in the crook of Alex’s neck, breathing him in. Alex covered Michael’s arms on his stomach.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

Michael hummed, and negated that instantly but hugging Alex tighter. “I love you, Manes. I’ve always loved you. I’m sorry I didn’t show it like I should’ve.”

Alex said nothing a moment. Then he turned over in Michael’s hold to face him. His fingers grazed Michael’s jaw, his thumb ran along Michael’s lower lip. Then his lips quirked, amused.

“You saw Forrest, didn’t you?”

“Saw him,” Michael said thickly and swallowed. “Talked to him.”

“I love you,” Alex promised, and Michael slung a leg over both of his.

“I know,” he said. “But I don’t know why. I didn’t take care of you when I knew you were hurting, Alex. I didn’t know if you’d want me to take care of you, but I should’ve done it anyway. You’re all I’ve ever cared about and I should’ve showed you better.”

“Guerin—”

“Long told me about all this stuff he knew about you like I should’ve known it, too, and I did, Alex, but I didn’t do anything about it.”

Alex cupped Michael cheeks, silencing him. “Michael.” He nuzzled Michael’s nose. “I’m okay. Okay? I’m okay.” He sighed. “We’re not those people anymore. It’s you and me now. I’m okay.”

Michael spread his fingers across Alex’s lower back, his other hand covering Alex’s hand on his cheek. “And if you weren’t—”

“You’d be the first to know,” he promised.

Michael held him closer. “I need you to trust me with everything.”

“I do.”

He gave a wet laugh despite himself at the words Alex had used to marry him. Alex smiled like he could read Michael’s mind and hugged him, pressing his face to Michael’s collarbone.

“I love you, too, by the way,” Alex said. “In case it wasn’t obvious.”

Michael squeezed him until they were both laughing again.

“It is,” he said. “That’s why there’s no way in hell you’re going to Deep Sky to see Long without me there. I don’t want him to forget who you chose.”

Alex chuckled, scrunching his shoulders and curling deeper into Michael’s warmth. “Sounds like you’re warming up to him.”

***

Happy malex Monday ❤️ I’m out of town this week, so I prepared this fic almost a week ago and saved it in my drafts to post today.

[idealuk]

Alex: Role play for me.

Michael: *Does so they can get his ex out of a human hospital so their friends can properly treat her alien ailment*

Michael (their next scene): I’m going to go off by myself.

Alex: No. We’re finally getting together this episode.

Alex (their next scene): I’m going with you, we’re doing this my way, because I’m the one who joined a secret government agency that might want to study you  to make your world safe and used my now-ex (Who is that again?) to recruit me because they know that I love you for us. We’re finally getting together this episode.

Alex (their next scene): *Successfully flirts with Michael using the least-sexiest words by way of posturing how to save Michael’s ex and Michael’s brother from Michael’s dictator father* We’re finally getting together this episode.

Alex (their next scene): *Is profoundly emotionally vulnerable for Michael* We’re finally getting together this episode.

Alex (their next scene): *Wants to stop Michael from killing Michael’s father because he’s inside of Michael’s brother’s body* Maybe I need to add some physical sexual tension. We’re finally getting together this episode.

Michael: *Immediately compliant and defenseless*

Alex (their next scene): *Saving them both, Michael’s brother, and, therefore, also Michael’s ex from a dictator* You got to beat my ass-hole father with his own crutch (been there with my own crutch). My turn with your truck. Sorry that he’s inside of your brother. We’re finally getting together this episode.

Alex (their next scene): *Like the bossiest emotional boss, exuding future-husband energy, he’s been for the entire episode* Stop hugging your ex, it’s my turn, because she is my best friend. We’re finally getting together this episode.

Alex (their next/final scene): Your mother was a genius and a fighter and you’re just like her. We’re finally getting together this episode.

Michael: I understand that you can’t tell me any thing about the secret government alien-studying agency because I’m an alien.

Alex: You’re not getting it. We’re finally getting together this episode. Total transparency it is then. I will tell you every thing.

Michael: Oh. That’s new.

Alex: ... Wait--What is happening?

Michael: *Goes to kiss Alex* Yeah, okay, we’re finally getting together this episode. It was MY plan all along!

Alex: *Immediately compliant and defenseless* ... Oh. Finally.

They’re both dumb-ass Jedi soulmates, your honour, the fandom rests our case.