#delmanes

An event for all the creators in this fandom to celebrate our slutty, smutty aliens and friends 👽💖

Friday, July 22: Down to Earth

Description: For smut of all flavors you might find in our little corner of the universe, the kinkier the better.

Examples include: bondage, phone sex, dirty talk, D/S, public sex, etc.

Saturday, July 23: Out of this World

Description: The sky’s the limit--explore scenarios and kinks with an otherworldly, sci-fi edge, whether AU or canon compliant.

Examples include: sex pollen, xenobiology, tentacles, use of alien powers (TK sex or electrostim, anyone?), handprint kink, mpreg, etc.

Sunday, July 24: Anything Goes

Free day! Let loose and go crazy with any smut idea that strikes you.

Submit your work by:

Tagging ‘rnmafterdark2022’

Tagging @rnmafterdark within the Tumblr post

and/or

Adding your work to the ‘RNM After Dark 2022’ AO3 Collection

Notes:

Smut, smut, and more smut, the kinkier the better 😈 (never written/drawn/giffed/etc smut before? Join other creators in experimenting and trying new things)

Non-fic submissions highly encouraged! Want to make a playlist to get our heroes in the mood? Got an idea for a gifset showing off the sexier side of Roswell? Have a list of your favorite smut fics in the fandom so far and want to write a rec list? However you want to participate, we want to see it 💖

Anonymous submissions are welcomed and encouraged using the AO3 collection

All kinks & pairings should be properly tagged

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Greg & Alex Manes Drinking Bert’s Mead With Their (Alien) Soulmate

I'll be doing very short codas throughout the day (hopefully) on how different characters find out about Alex and Michael. I'm sure RNM canon is gonna blast past those emotional beats, but I want them. This is selfish, selfish fic.

**I’ll be posting these all at once to AO3 when I’m done.

"So," Michael says, sliding into the chair across from Greg and pushing a fresh beer towards him, "you and DeLuca."

It’s a statement of fact, deceptively neutral, and Michael’s eyes are uncharacteristically unreadable. Greg smiles, cautious, but friendly, and replies, "So, you and my brother."

Michael sort of giggles, giddy and light, and Greg smiles to himself, shoulders going loose, the steel in his spine melting to liquid down his back. He takes a pull from the sweating bottle of Michael's offering.

"Are we about to make the same speech?" he asks with a raised brow. "Hurt them and nothing on either of our planets will keep me from hunting you down?"

Michael snorts and shakes his head, glancing across the bar to where Maria is single-handedly kicking a drunk rancher twice her size out of the Pony without so much as a fluttering eyelash.

"Hell, no." he answers. "Maria DeLuca could handle six of you before breakfast.”

Greg laughs, low and deep in his throat. When he looks up, Alex is just walking in, pausing to scan the room, assessing and reading the space for potential threat, before slipping through the crowd to the bar and leaning across the bar top, opening his arms for Maria. Greg falls silent then, takes another swig of beer and turns the bottle slow in his hand, staring at the label. Michael’s eyes follow Alex across the room, but he doesn’t rise to join him; instead, he waits.

“Yeah,” Greg finally mutters, “I guess the time when Alex needed my protection is long gone.”

Michael’s smile fades and he reaches out across the table and squeezes Greg’s shoulder, eyes warm and dark in the low light of the bar. He lifts his own bottle by the neck with his free hand and tilts it towards Greg.

“To partners stronger than we’ll ever be.”

Greg smiles, thin, but genuine, and taps the butt of his own bottle against Michael’s before raising it to his lips.