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millie’s long list of malex fics | leave the light on by sabrinachill / @sabrinachill​

“Explain it to me again — why do we need to pretend to be married?”

It’s a question Michael knew was coming, but not one he has a good answer for. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

He cuts his eyes away from the road to steal a glance at the passenger’s seat for the seventeenth time in the past hour; the view is the same as always. Alex, frowning so deeply his entire face is drooping downward, his dark hair dancing in the wind that whips through the windows as he stares at the simple silver band circling his ring finger.

Its twin sits on Michael’s hand.

A Malex Fake Marriage fic.

comment: the absolute joy that this fic brought me (and others) during may/june cannot be accurately described. i eagerly awaited an update every day and mattie never disappointed. now that i can read over the whole thing, it’s only gotten better. the ramp up of tension, the action of the second half, it involves a list of amazing tropes, the main of course being fake marriage. god, it’s just so good. but don’t take my word for it! get over there and read it!

millie’s long list of malex fics |  Alienated by mansikka / @mansikkaomenabanaani

His head is pounding. His tongue feels both dry and like the final resting place for something rotten, which it might be, judging by the taste in his mouth. Michael rolls his neck, forehead pressing into the wafer-thin pillow provided in his cell. Are there normally pillows? He can't remember. Michael can't even think clearly enough to remember what happened last night. He knows alcohol was had, and maybe a little acetone in between. There was a lot of physical activity judging by the way his entire body aches. When Michael sits up to investigate the split knuckles and ache suggesting a bruise forming on his jaw, it speaks of brawling instead of fucking. That kind of night then. Could be worse.

After Caulfield and Max's death, Michael hits rock bottom and then just keeps on digging. Alone in the world, how the hell can he dig himself back out? In which, Michael Guerin learns to trust; other people and himself.

comment: this is a “michael is a total mess post-season one” fic. it’s a malex fic but at its heart, it’s a michael fic. i honestly just like fics where michael pulls himself together for himself, where he realises he has friends and doesn’t have to push people away. the malex is a wonderful bonus! the flirting is very sweet and it never feels as though one of them is earning the other; they’re just working on their own stuff separately and working their way back to each other. mansikka always writes heartwarming malex, plus there’s a (pre season two) buffy cameo!!

millie’s long list of malex fics | all the works and days of hands by haloud / @haloud

On the other side of the mat, Michael stretches, curling his hands and flexing his wrists, pulling his arms up to the ceiling and exposing the line of hair leading down past the waistline of his pants, cinched tight. He’s lost weight. Somewhere else, at some other time, Alex would walk over to him and lock his arms around his waist and make Michael wrestle him to get free and he’d be warm and solid and brimming with warmth in his grasp. But right here and right now, Alex bounces on his feet again, flexes his palms, and just can’t wait to get his hands on him again.

Alex and Michael spar to pass the time, and Alex learns a lot about his fighting style.

comment: there isn’t a single thing about this that i don’t like. it’s hot and sensual; hal’s writing always is, but there’s always something more to it. alex teaching michael to spar, to defend himself, the sparring as a different kind of touching and intimacy... whew boy!! just thinkin about it has got me all worked up and emotional. give this gem a read if you have a spare minute. then read again and soak in the beautiful prose.

millie’s long list of malex fics | In the Bleak Midwinter by aewriting / @aewriting

In the end, none of it had mattered.

Not the perimeter alarm Alex had so carefully installed around his property. Not the favors he’d called in from his decade of service. Not the hours he’d logged poring over Project Shepherd files.

No, they’d gotten him on a normal Wednesday, up in Albuquerque, right before Christmas..

When Alex and Michael are caught by Jesse and imprisoned together, they find themselves facing increasingly desperate circumstances. Will they be able to find a way out when it's clear that Jesse has no plans to let them out alive?

comment: any fic that involves the capture of one or both halves of your ship has the potential to be devastating and boy howdy does this fic deliver. probably don’t start this one if you’re looking for a feel-good fic, but if you’re in the mood to enjoy some angst, hate jesse manes, and get real sad about boys who will endure anything for one another, i can’t recommend this fic highly enough. the emotions in this author’s fics are always so raw, so near to the surface, and despite how much it hurt me, i would read it again a thousand times.

millie’s long list of malex fics | A Soft and Elegant Semaphore by InsidiousIntent / @insidious-intent

It was the kind of day that required a solid sartorial armor before venturing out into the world, and Alex had spent the last six months cultivating an entire wardrobe. The neutral oversized clothing he had hid under since his return to Roswell was now solidly folded and packed away in space bags, replaced with deeper hues of navies and burgundies.

He moved to pick the black wool coat, draping it over his arms. While he was never overjoyed about these occasional visits to Master Sergeant Jesse Manes, he had kind of resigned himself to the reality of spending a lot of time around people (and things) who had tried to kill him. 

Roswell New Mexico is moving forward. Alex Manes is not.

comment: this is the kind of spooky shit i like!!! the underlying tension throughout the fic, the way that alex solves the mystery and how michael intervenes... i don’t want to say too much and spoil the way things unfold through the fic but it gave me goosebumps, and then came for my heart with the malex. it’s weird and beautiful and i was really captivated by it.

millie’s long list of malex fics | Things That Break by Nestra / @changingthingslikeleaves

As far as Michael is concerned, the competition for the alien with the most complicated love life is now a three-way tie.

Isobel, still mourning her dead husband, or the idea of her dead husband, who'd turned out to be an alien serial killer.

Max, who'd blitzed that serial killer (who had murdered his girlfriend's sister) and still probably wanted to tell Liz that her dead sister's burned body was in a pod in a random cave.

And Michael, who'd managed to fall in love with the son of the man responsible for torturing and killing the family he never knew he had. And who now has to figure out a way to explain his magically perfect hand, because Max couldn't keep his healing powers in his pants.

Sometimes things have to break before they can be made whole.

comment: another amazing post s1, pre s2 fic! there are a million and one things in this fic that i wish had happened in season two, and these little snapshots of michael’s time after the finale paint enough of a picture that you can imagine the days in between. he and alex have some conversations though, and you know that’s what i love to see. their conversation in the final chapter is one of my favourite post-s1 “get everything out on the table” conversations. even with season two almost done, i still go back and read this.

millie’s long list of malex fics | Temporary Wounds by prouvaireafterdark / @prouvaireafterdark

Michael’s pretty sure he’s never hated anyone more in his life.

Well, he thinks, clenching his newly healed left hand into a fist, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration. But still. Fuck this guy.

Michael can see him in the reflection of the mirror above the bar, crowding into Alex’s space, his hand very clearly on Alex’s thigh, where they sit at one of the back tables with a bunch of dudes Michael doesn’t recognize. He sees how relaxed Alex looks too, all confidence and casual smiles, his arm slung across the back of that blue-haired fuck’s chair, and it just… well, it breaks his fucking heart..

When Alex brings his new boyfriend to the Wild Pony, Michael could really use a friend.

comment: (not actually unrequited) pining!! michael and maria friendship!! communication!! this has all the hallmarks of a great post s1 fic and i hope you’ll enjoy it as much as i did. i especially love the conversation in the third chapter, how michael waits for alex to get all his thoughts out before reacting. love that for them. michael also uses the phrase “blue-haired fuck”, which the author cites as 90% of the reason that this fic got written. i’m all about that!

millie’s long list of malex fics | Overstayed Welcome by christchex / ​@michaels-blackhat

Alex smiled down at Michael, curls wild against the metal bed of the pickup truck. This was a dumb idea, even on the outskirts of town sex in the back of the pickup was not the best idea, but well. These things happen.

Especially when Michael had been teasing all night, when Michael let his hand wander from the steering wheel to the seat, from the seat to Alex’s thigh, from his thigh to the fly of his jeans. Really, Alex was only human. There was only so much temptation he could take. 

They didn’t even make it inside. The dark of Max’s house was inviting, but Alex hadn’t even walked around the back of the truck when Michael had met him for a kiss. After that, well dropping the tailgate was a lot closer and easier than getting into the guest room.

Alex and Michael's place is getting renovated. Max regrets letting them stay with him.

comment: proving once again that christi is one of the funniest fic writers i know, this fic is a series of snapshots that feature horny malex and a long-suffering max. it is laugh-out-loud hilarious. seriously, who else would write a scene with the iconic vine dialogue: “who ate my brother’s ass?” only this legend.