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Gra! I love that you love Tyler²!! I love both of them too. Hoechl-bear with his cute bunny teeth and how he scratches his beard when he's bashful. His sexy "superman" glasses which I 100% approve of and his comfy cardigans/sweaters/shirts when he gets around to wearing them. Everything about him just screams S.O.F.T. Also doesn't hurt that he's a Virgo boy and I'm a Virgo gal and we are only a few days apart in birthdays :)
And then there is TJB, who puts the "Burn" in Blackburn. Such a multifaceted man and we never know what we get with him; naughty, soft, eccentric, vulnerable, cheeky, genuine, fashionista, hedonist, etc. I am just fascinated by his everything! I always wonder what a conversation would be like if I had 10 minutes with him. I think it could have the potential to be absolutely hilarious, ribbing each other but also being profound, just based on who I am as a person and certain glimpses we now of him.
I'm more the conversation kind of type than "I need to have a photograph of that person", if that makes sense. It's just what I value more and leaves more an impression ☺️
I also see we are time zone buds! Yay! Are you native German?
Tyler² are my jaaaaaam! 😍
I've been a huge (HUGE) Hoechlin stan for the past decade (how has it been a decade, omg 🥺), and he continues to make my heart happy every single day. 😌 He's SUCH a sweetheart!
And o/c he's playing my favorite superhero (Superman) and one of my favorite characters ever (Clark Kent), he played one of my two all-time favorite characters in the past (Derek Hale), and he's one of the most kind, adorable, best looking, best smelling, and all-around wonderful people I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. He also gives great hugs. Stanning him is a no-brainer, and I'll continue to do that for the rest of forever. 🥰
Tyler (B) is playing my other all-time favorite character (Alex Manes), and although I knew him long before RNM (Ravenswood, baby!) I kinda lost track of him a bit after the show was canceled (boo hiss). I tried to get into PLL bc of Tyler but the show just wasn't my thing. 🙈
So, I was aware of his existence (and thought he was hella cute and Caleb was awesome) but didn't follow his career closely. I "re-discovered" him via RNM, and man, what a gift he is. 🥰 Like Hoechlin, he's so much more than just a "pretty face". Like, yes, they are both incredibly hot and whatnot, but it's their personalities that's doing it for me. Also had the pleasure of talking to Tyler virtually a couple of times, keeping my fingers crossed that in-person conventions will be possible again at some point, and then I hope for him and Vlam to attend. I want a Malex pic with them gdi. xD But I also want to say hello (AND THANK YOU) to Tyler, and have a quick chat with him. A pic is a lovely visual reminder of an encounter, but it's the convo that makes the memories that much better.
And hey, I made Tyler (B) laugh during a virtual M&G, I'd love to repeat that in person. (I also made Hoechlin laugh - best thing ever!)
It says "Deutsch" under Nationality on my ID card, I guess that means I'm a native German. :P A couple centuries ago my ancestors came from Scandinavia tho, and I like to claim I'm "part Viking". ✌️
YAY for being time zone buddies AND Tyler² fans! 😊 *high fives*
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Just imagine! Alex wasn't alone in the DS recruitment room with Eduardo. A whole bunch of other "qualified" people were being "interviewed" at the same time (scientist, military/navy/air force personnel, NASA etc). But out of all of them, Alex is the youngest. So he gets shit from some of them ("who let the kid in?", "I didn't know they recruited children now to this thing" etc). But Alex remains calm but snarky. The "psych eval" starts, and he's like: "Well, I'm just a kid, I will let the grown ups deal with this." Needless to say, Eduardo is already smitten with him at this stage. The deal is sealed for him, when everyone around Alex starts to panic/problem solve/goes into crisis management mode, while Alex just sits in his chair, cool, calm, collected, having analysed the situation (around him people are dropping like flies due to lack of oxygen), and just muttering: "amateurs", and goes to solve the riddle with such ease and panache; cock-sure of himself. Conclusion: Eduardo is majorly turned on and just wants to nail his boy. 😏 Sound good?
I love it!
I specifically love the trope inversion of the competence kink being directed toward the younger party, on behalf of the older party!
One of the things I'm really curious about is also...how much of himself does Ramos see in Alex? How much of that is Alex able to use as leverage? and how much might Ramos be letting go by because he's impressed, and game recognizes game?
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Guerin stress knits or something like that. I just want him to knit, knows cute little things or socks or scarfs for Alex, especially when it gets colder outside. Maybe even known one big couples scarf, that they can wrap around both of them. Would you be up for this mini-prompt?
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It had started as a hobby, fueled by nothing more than mild interest. Isobel had had the needles lying around, a given up pastime, and because Michael couldn’t just raise a brow and shrug things off, he found he couldn’t rest until he knew how to stitch at least one line.
One line had turned into several, then – because Alex’s leg hurt worse when he was cold – a scarf to wrap around his leg.
“Did you knit this?” Alex asked teasingly when Michael offered it to him.
Michael fidgeted on the spot, his cheeks heating up. “Yeah?”
Alex blinked, like he hadn’t actually expected that answer. His smile softened. “Oh,” he said, and pressed the scarf to his face, inhaling Michael’s lingering scent on it. Michael couldn’t stop smiling.
It didn’t end there. It wasn’t until Michael and Alex were together that Michael realized how easily cold Alex got, and how quick he was to dismiss Michael’s concerns.
“I run cold,” he said once, rubbing his hands together by the fire. “It’s why we fit so perfectly.”
Michael had held him close to burrow against his own warmth, but hadn’t been able to forget the way Alex shivered against him. Michael found himself more and more with the needles between his fingers, leaving trails of scarves, sweaters, socks, hats.
Sometimes he found himself knitting as he and Alex curled up on the couch to watch a late-night movie or knitting in the morning as Alex made them their coffee. Sometimes he knit while Alex wrote music or played his piano, and sometimes it was while Alex did his physical therapy.
“Really, Guerin,” Alex insisted with a laugh as Michael tugged the newly-made knitted hat over his eyes. “I’m okay!”
But Alex didn’t get it. There was something so satisfying about being able to make something so useful and beautiful out of nothing, about knowing the formula and working with it with no fear of anything exploding in his face or hurting the people he loved if something went wrong. It was so much more satisfying, though, to see Alex in something of his. He wouldn’t have called himself shy, but the thought of actually asking Alex to wear his flannel or sweaters or jacket or anything, just so he would smell like him, so that Michael could be reassured that Alex was his and that they shared each other – it left him blushing and tongue-tied every time.
So this was as close as he would get. Alex wearing something he’d made left a warmth in his entire body and heat pooling in his gut. He loved knowing that the reason Alex was warm and comfortable and safe was because of him.
He was reminded of how infinitely good it felt when he and Alex were resting on the couch together one night, naked and under a blanket that Michael had made. Alex was lying on top of Michael as some black and white movie played, eyes closed, his lashes curled against rosy cheeks.
Michael kissed the top of his head, his forehead, his fingers. Alex whimpered under his breath and burrowed deeper into Michael’s chest.
“I like this blanket,” he murmured, his hot breath tickling Michael’s nipple.
Michael bit his lower lip. “I’m glad.”
“I like you.”
He giggled. Where Michael was prone to get more loose after a few beers, Alex got loose when he was sleepy. It was both very cute and very exciting, because he always said the sweetest, sexiest things when he was half-awake.
“I like you, too.”
“You smell so good,” he said. “Your blanket smells so good.”
Michael ran a hand down Alex’s back, and Alex shivered against him before burrowing in deeper. “It’s your blanket. I made it for you.”
Alex wrapped his arms tight around Michael’s waist. “It’s our blanket.”
“Our blanket,” Michael smiled. “I like that better.”
“I know,” Alex said. “I’m really smart.”
Michael’s grin widened. “Yeah,” he whispered against Alex’s hair, “you are.”
“’M still a little cold,” he whined. Sleepy Alex was also the only Alex that would be willing to admit when he was bothered by something. “Do we have a sweater around here?”
Michael looked over the couch’s edge and swallowed. “Just mine.”
Alex picked his head up, eyes half-closed. “Can I wear it?”
His heart jumped. “Yeah, Private. It’s ours.”
Alex sat up just enough to pull the sweater on, with Michael’s eager help, and he burrowed back into Michael’s chest, pulling the collar of his sweater up to inhale deeply.
“You smell so good,” he breathed. “Did I ever tell you that?”
Michael couldn’t stop smiling as Alex curled up, warm and comfortable, engulfed with him. He hugged Alex tight enough that he made a soft sound in the back of his throat, like a disturbed kitten.
Against his brow, Michael said, “Maybe once or twice.”
I’m so sorry this is so late! Y’all, I should tell you that even if I agreed to do a prompt, if it’s not in my inbox, I will absolutely forget about it. This was meant to be a tiny 100-word drabble, but it ended up being a full fic, so there’s that, at least!
#alex manes#michael guerin#malex#malex fic#malex fanfic#malex fanfiction#roswell new mexico#roswell nm#malex angst#malex fluff#tyler blackburn#michael vlamis
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Hi Rin, in case you do cross-overs, could I request a cross-roads demon Malex AU, with Michael being the demon and Alex, with his family's dark background, making a desperate plea to him?
by @cosmicspacecowboy. This was so much fun, I kind of want to write a whole novel out of this. Side note: I don’t do crossovers, but this wasn’t a crossover at all, it’s an au (which I also don’t do for one-shots, but this one was so interesting), so the prompt is a little confusing there.
Alex ran as he’d never run before, faster than his legs could bear to carry him. Yet he pushed on, forced himself forward. He had to keep running, the small box held tightly against his chest. He only hoped it would be enough.
There was a crossroads no one else knew of, except a man that was no longer alive to share the myth. A crossroads that this old man had warned Alex against.
“You will lose your soul to this creature that dwells there,” he’d said with wide eyes. “Beware, child. No threat of the mortal world compares to the threat of his.”
He’d been wrong. Even as Alex had heard his tall tales, he’d been wrong. He hadn’t known of the threat that loomed over Alex every day, the threat his own family posed. He couldn’t survive it. He wouldn’t. He had to escape, and there was only one way to do it.
Only through pleas and a promise of innocent curiosity did Alex’s grandfather finally relent, and tell him how one would summon the crossroads demon. Alex may have had his father’s wrath chasing him, but he also had the ingredients to his escape in his hand.
If this worked. Please let it work.
The road was a merchant’s one. Wide stretches of dry dirt that split off into two different paths. One led to more stretch of land, the other to a pine forest.
Alex fell to his knees at the center, set the box between his legs, and dug into the earth with his fingers. Sharp pebbles and fallen thorns off long-dead flowers carved into his fingers, the dust filled his lungs and made him cough, but he dug on and on and on. He took his chest with his favorite quill, a letter of his pleas for aid, and a small vial of his blood, and he buried it.
He ducked his head over the recently dug earth. All that was needed left was a tear. That wasn’t hard, as he’d been crying since he’d started running. And he’d been running a long time.
There was nothing but the sound of the howling wind in his ears, his heart racing, and his own breathless sobs. As the minutes passed and nothing happened, his despair grew.
“Please,” he whispered. “Please help me. Whoever’s listening. Please.”
His last word was barely above a breath, but in the silence of the wind, it echoed.
The last of his hope had just started to dwindle when he felt a warm hand on his head, buried in his messy strands.
“Don’t cry, Alexander,” the stranger murmured. “It’s a pity for such a lovely face to cry.”
Alex gasped and stood, the hand falling from his head. Before him stood the most beautiful man he’d ever seen with unruly caramel curls and emerald eyes that seemed to shine even in the dead of night.
He had stubble, a black shirt that revealed a hairy chest, and despite his soft tone, he smirked lazily at Alex, the one look hinting at thoughts that were nothing like the gentle voice he’d used.
Alex stepped back. “You – who are you?”
“Who am I?” the stranger grinned. “Why, my dear, would you ask for my help if you don’t know who I am?”
Alex’s fears were confirmed. “So it’s true. You’re – you’re real. You’re the crossroads demon?”
His grin widened, shining and dangerous like a wolf’s. “Please, call me Michael. Demon is such a foreboding term, don’t you think?”
Alex said the name, and Michael’s smile widened, turning to something hungrier. He felt a heat flush his face and he took another step back before he realized what he was doing, then he stepped forward instead.
“So you can save me? You can stop the people after me?”
Michael raised a brow like Alex had asked a very interesting question. “I can stop the people chasing you, yes. But my services aren’t free, darling.”
Alex swallowed. “I know,” he said, “I know you want something in exchange. I – I have no money, but I will give you anything else.”
Michael’s eyes darkened, and he chuckled under his breath. “That’s a dangerous promise to make, Alexander.”
Alex didn’t ask him how he knew his name. He didn’t care. “It’s a small price to pay to escape.”
Michael hummed, circling Alex, his eyes sharp. “Escape,” he repeated slowly, and slowly, his gaze moved back to the road where Alex had just come. Where they would catch him soon. “You have an interesting family, Alexander.”
There was something dark in his tone, something threatening, but Alex didn’t have the time to uncover it. He didn’t have any time at all.
“Please,” he urged, falling to his knees, his head in his hands. He was so dizzy, having run for such a long time.
“Tell me,” he fell to a crouch in front of Alex suddenly and smiled widely, as though there’d been no darkness at all. “Are you truly willing to give me anything?”
“Anything,” Alex pleaded.
Michael’s eyes fell down Alex’s chest, and back up to his face. “Even . . . you?”
Alex frowned. “M-Me? My soul, you mean? Take it, if that’s what you –”
“No,” Michael smirked, his voice quieter. “No, Alex. I want you.”
Alex’s heart hammered in his throat. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand.”
Michael’s smirked softened, but his eyes remained as sharp as ever. “It means you will be marked mine.” He reached out a hand, his fingers tracing Alex’s jaw. He exhaled shakily, his grin widening. “As long as I live, so shall you. Your family will never recognize you, and you’ll be safe from them . . . but I will come to you whenever I please. And you shall never belong to anyone but me.”
Alex flinched away from him, ignoring the shivers Michael’s touch sent down his spine. Michael’s gaze hardened, but he smiled as though he knew just what his fingers had done.
“I will call on you whenever I want to,” Michael went on. “I will be your companion, shall we say.”
“For what?” Alex’s breath quickened.
His eyes shined. “That will be for me to decide.” He tilted his head. “But I wouldn’t harm you as they have. You needn’t be afraid of me.” He smiled and leaned in until his lips were brushing the shell of Alex’s ear. Alex couldn’t move away. “I promise I’ll make it feel good.”
Alex stood, stepping away, shaking his head. He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, his entire body trembling.
Michael didn’t look pleased, but he glanced at the end of the road, “Time’s running out, Alexander. You’re at a crossroads, I suggest you choose a path.”
Alex looked back as well, thinking fast. His fists shook and he was breathing quickly, his eyes burning. When he spoke, his voice quiet, he cursed at the crack in his words. “Y-You won’t hurt me?”
Michael’s eyes softened. “I give you my word.”
And perhaps it was all a trick. What was a demon’s word worth after all? But Alex didn’t care. He wanted to go, and if he was completely honest with himself, the prospect of at least one companion over the time to come was reassuring.
“All right,” he breathed, then louder, “Yes.”
Michael grinned widely and stood. He seemed to realize he was far too happy and he pursed his lips. “Then I suppose we better seal it.”
“How?” Alex said quickly, before the others could catch him. Before he could change his mind.
Michael was before him in an instant, wrapping an arm around his waist. Alex gasped as he felt the length of Michael’s strong chest and flat stomach against his own, his muscled arm holding onto Alex tightly as though he already owned him.
“Brace yourself, Alexander,” Michael whispered against his lips, their foreheads resting together. “It’s going to be a very fun few centuries.”
Alex could only think that Michael was far warmer than he’d expected a demon to be before Michael slotted their mouths together.
Alex gasped, shocked, and Michael took the chance to slide his tongue in. Michael’s mouth was so hot, his tongue so sleek, his scent so alluring that a surprised moan escaped Alex’s lips before he could help himself. Michael groaned and held him closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
Beneath the haze of pleasure Alex couldn’t help but feel, beneath the realization that Michael’s hand was wandering towards the hem of his shirt, beneath the inability to help himself from cupping Michael’s face and keeping him close, beneath the desire to keep kissing him for the centuries to come, Alex vaguely realized that the world around them had turned silent. His heart raced for another reason entirely. The fear of the ones chasing him, the ones who had always been chasing him, was gone.
The promise was sealed.
Alex pulled away when he could no longer breathe, and the sound of the wind in his ears returned. But the panic did not.
Michael kept their foreheads together, holding onto Alex more tightly. He chuckled breathlessly.
“Oh Alex,” Michael grinned, his eyes half-lidded and dazed, though Alex knew he could not be under the same dizzying effect. “My Alex. Our time starts now.”
#alex manes#michael guerin#malex#malex fic#malex fanfic#malex fanfiction#roswell new mexico#roswell nm#malex angst#malex fluff#tyler blackburn#michael vlamis
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