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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.

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millie’s long list of malex fics | put out my senses by Nestra

Michael woke up as soon as the power went out.

Even in July, it got pretty cool at night, but the cabin picked up plenty of heat during the day, so Alex usually slept with a fan blowing across the bed. The disappearance of that white noise drone was almost a noise itself. Other absences slowly made themselves known—the hum of the refrigerator, the digital clock on the microwave, the charging lights on their phones and Alex's computers—all gone, leaving behind a heavy, almost oppressive blanket of silence..

For the prompt "Something super intimate/sexy during a snowstorm or blackout with Michael worshipping the hell out of Alex."

comment: for anyone in need of some very sweet porn without plot today, look no further. there is a real sensual element to this author’s writing, which i think is only heightened by the setting of the blackout. it’s lovely, uncomplicated smut.

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