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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.

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millie’s long list of malex fics | prettiest thing i ever stole by haloud / @haloud​

No one blinked an eye the day Manes turned up dead on his kitchen floor, a bullet in the back of his head. They turned up at his graveside and said he was a hero, then they turned up at the bar and said it was only a matter of time.

Michael shot Alex's daddy dead, and it felt good, felt so good he knew he couldn’t do it again or else he might never stop finding men with loud voices and heavy hands to put down in the ground.

prettiest thing (the fever dream remix) by christchex / @michaels-blackhat​

Michael wasn’t sure where they were. He knew what happened, the hell of his hand was hard to ignore and the shake in his body told him the adrenaline was winding down. Shaking in the passenger seat of his own truck, he tried to look out into the night. He tried to focus on anything besides the burn of his hand the press of Alex’s hand to his thigh and just how damn good it had felt to pull a trigger and watch a demon fall.

Michael Guerin got his hand smashed and then shot Jesse Manes. He's not entirely sure what happened after.

comment: with sign-ups for the remix event closing today, i thought it might be a good idea to feature a really spectacular fic + remix combo we are luckily enough to have. hal wrote the haunting prettiest thing i ever stole, a human au look at what could have happened if michael had a gun in the toolshed and used it. it’s got this fantastic outlaw vibe to it that instantly drew me in, a vibe that is emulated in christi’s remix of the fic, which focuses on what michael was feeling in the direct aftermath of the toolshed. it’s a great little piece in it’s own right, and both authors have provided extra snippets into this verse. remixes don’t have to be pov switches, of course. they can be reimaginings, aus of aus, and all manner of things. this is just such a brilliant example of a remix that i wanted to highlight the work of these two.

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