#roswellsanta

[priceofwarmclothes]

malex + love is a wild thing

for @elliebirdthings ♥️ Merry Christmas, Loey! I hope you have the very best day 🎄

[manesalex]

Merry Christmas, @lsobelevans!!!

[maycanady]

merry belated christmas, @suzteel!

danielle, i really hope you had the best of holidays, and have an even better new year. you deserve it! 

👽❤️🎄🎅

[thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain]

Had so much making this video for @winged-fool. Hope you enjoy it, and have had a happy holidays! 

[Back From The Moon- Dalton Rapattoni]

[aewriting]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

This is my Roswell Secret Santa fic for @seeaddywrite

Thank you for the great prompt! And thank you to the good folks at @roswellsecretsanta for organizing this exchange!

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"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?

[roswellsecretsanta-blog]

WELCOME TO THE 2019 ROSWELL SECRET SANTA 

Even though Christmas is still a few months away, it’s never too early to get into the holiday spirit. What better way to do that than with a fandom-wide Secret Santa Exchange? ‘Tis the season for giving! 

HOW IT WORKS

Fill out the application form

Receive your recipient on October 24

Work on your gift leading up to Christmas

Remain anonymous and don’t let your recipient know who you are

Spread holiday cheer when it’s time to post your gifts!

WHO CAN PARTICIPATE

Anyone from any corner of the fandom can sign up

Regardless of their favorite ships or their favorite characters

Seriously, we want this to be open to everyone!

IMPORTANT LINKS

Event Guidelines

Event Schedule

Event FAQ

If you have any questions that those pages don’t answer, feel free to send us an ask or PM with your inquiries. If you have any comments/concerns about the application while you fill it out, we’re here to help with that too. We’re also going to track the tag #roswellsanta, which will be the tag everyone eventually uses to post their gifts. Be sure to spread the word!

APPLY HERE

[echo-bleu]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Title: I Can’t Chase You (But You Can’t Run)

Fandom: Roswell New Mexico

Chapters: ½

Words: 4987

Relationship: Alex Manes/Michael Guerin, Background Echo and Maribel

Characters: Alex Manes, Michael Guerin, everyone else but they’re the important ones :)

Summary: Liz and Maria drag Alex to Isobel’s winter cabin, thinking it will do him good to get out of rehab for a bit. Alex can’t ski, though, so he gets really bored by himself during the day, until Isobel’s brother slips on ice and ends up stuck inside with him.(My attempt at a Malex holiday rom-com AU, with just a touch of whump)

A/N: For my amazing friend @brightloveee​, this is your Secret Santa gift.

I really wanted to post today, but I struggled with this fic quite a bit, and it got longer and longer. So instead of missing the date, I decided to post it in two (possibly three) parts, with the first today, and you’ll get a drawn out gift :)

You asked for a Malex holiday AU, and I live to provide. I know you love rom-coms, but I’m terrible at writing them, so I grabbed a couple of prompts in the wintery prompts that were going round on Tumblr a while ago, and I shuffled and twisted them until I came up with something I felt I would enjoy writing.

It involved two pairs of crutches, and very awkward boys in love. I hope you like it!

Here were the prompts: 08. i slip on some ice and you’re the stranger who catches me (didn’t quite use that one, but it inspired me) 10. our friends rent a cabin to go skiing and we’re the only ones who stay inside 58. you’re my best friend’s older sibling that I only ever see around the holidays and this year we’re both single

Many thanks to @daffietjuh for helping me figure out the plot and @insidious-intent for cheerleading

Read on AO3

How was the party? the text from Liz on the group chat reads.

Alex groans. He knows she’s teasing him, that she’s just worried for him, but right now it doesn’t help his abysmal mood.

 Awesome,   he answers.  Please get me out of here.

 I wish I could,   Liz’s reply comes immediately.

 I know. Kyle is picking me up in an hour. Pray that I survive until then.

 Liz will pray,   Maria writes.  I’ll distract you.

 I’m hiding in my old room,  Alex types.   Told them I needed to do some PT.

 Good move. Does your room still look the same?

Alex looks around him. It’s the room he shared with Flint his whole childhood, the smallest bedroom in the house. It looks smaller than he remembers, even though there’s now only one bed, and it’s been turned into a guest room. He slept here last night. The worst part about coming back to Roswell for his first Christmas with his father in nine years is that since he’s not cleared to drive yet, he couldn’t make the trip over a single day, and he had to stay in the house overnight.

 Well, not the worst part, just the most annoying.  He still doesn’t know if the worst part is the incessant quips and comments from his father about  his  tastes, or spending  hours   in silence, watching each other out of the corners of their eyes, straight-backed and, in Alex’s case, in near agony from not being able to change position or remove his prosthesis.

 Flint is the only one of his brother who is on leave this year, before he reports to his new unit in Munich in January, and he and Dad clearly have something going on that Alex doesn’t know about.  Presents aren’t part of the Manes family traditions, so it’s only been stilted meals  around the too-large table between the three of them, and an awkward and just as stilted visit to Dad’s only living aunt, who lives at the other end of town and seems to think Alex is still four years old.

Alex snaps a selfie showing the nondescript guest room around him. Nope. Nothing of mine left. Took it all down before I left and gave it away.

Read on AO3

[spaceskam]

a soft place to land

here is my @roswellsecretsanta fic for @crookedferretspine! I hope you enjoy it! (also, special thanks to @insidious-intent for saving my ass by giving me an idea)

ao3

Maria slammed the freezer door behind her.

Well, rather, she let it slam behind her. The darkness of it engulfed her and she let the soothing chill distract her from her own mind. Her eyes shut securely and, for a moment, she just breathed. It didn’t matter that Carla, her other bartender of the night, would probably be on the hunt for her if she stayed in there for too long. She just needed a moment.

Maria’s day had been going downhill since before she even woke up. Her subconscious had graced her with a violent dream involving WWII fighter jets, Alex Manes, and an overwhelming amount of gore. Actually, the only good part of the entire day was when she quickly called Alex and he assured her he was fine. 

Despite the headache her nightmare had cursed her with, she still managed to get dressed and go visit her mother. Typically, the earlier it was in the day, the more coherent Mimi DeLuca was. Today did not listen to those rules. Maria could withstand only so long of being referred to as someone named Casey before she had to leave. That subsequently made her feel worse than before and was the direct cause of her not noticing some asshole tailgating her until she went to slow for a turn and he rammed right into her. Thankfully, it didn’t do any damage on her truck outside a few scratches, but it still added to the bullshit of the day. 

When she got back to the bar, she made a mental decision to have a better day. Which definitely would’ve worked if she hadn’t had every difficult customer in the book come in‒including a woman who felt personally victimized that Maria wouldn’t allow her to have a drink with a toddler on her hip.

To top it all off, Michael “Alien Disaster” Guerin sloppily made out with two different women in front of her before leaving with two different women. She knew he wasn’t meaning it as anything rude towards her, but it didn’t soften the blow of him rubbing it in her face that they could never, ever work. She didn’t think it would’ve even hurt so bad if she hadn’t been already having a shitty day.

Before Maria cracked completely under the shit of her day, someone knocked on the freezer door. She sniffled roughly and composed herself as much as she could before pushing it open.

“A little birdie told me you needed an Ice Queen to rescue you from the freezer.”

Isobel Evans stood across from her, smirk intact and hands shoved into the front pockets of her tight jeans. Her make-up was perfect and her hair was pristine and she made Maria look like garbage in comparison. But, when she held out her hand, Maria took it with gratitude.

“I have to go back to work,” Maria said, but she let Isobel tug her from the freezer.

They were friends. Or, something like that. Maria had been pissed that they kept such a massive secret from her and they sent the psychic to smooth out the wrinkles. That night had quickly led to pity drinking and a nice game of ‘who has it worse’ and then they’ve sort of just gotten along since. Maria went to her whenever she knew she had drained herself by practicing her new telekinesis, Isobel went to her whenever things got too much. No one had to ask, they knew just knew.

“You really don’t,” Isobel said, pulling her into a hug and wrapping her arms around her neck. Maria melded into the hug, trying to will away the tension and negativity in her system. “Look, it’s a slow night, the bar is dead, and I called Cam and asked if she could come to make sure Carla gets to her car after closing time. I’ve covered it all, babe.”

Maria let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and managed to relax against Isobel completely. 

“C’mon, let’s go upstairs.”

Isobel led her the back way up to her apartment above the bar, letting herself in with the wave of her hand. Maria remembered her being very proud the first time she unlocked a door with her mind and now she just did it naturally.

“Now, get out of those clothes, you smell like tequila,” Isobel said with that not-so-nice smile on her face that was reserved for loving sarcasm. Maria rolled her eyes, but obeyed and sulked towards her bedroom.

The door was left open as she stripped and searched for something comfy to wear. She needed to just engulf herself in soft clothes and soft blankets and Isobel’s soft skin and maybe, just maybe, she could have a better day tomorrow.

“I was going to make coffee, but then I don’t really think either of us want to actually, like, stay up longer than necessary, so I made tea,” Isobel said as she strolled in, sitting the mug on the bedside table and elegantly flopping onto the bed, “Chai.”

“Thanks,” Maria nodded, pulling a worn t-shirt over her head and leaving her legs bare as she went to grab the mug. She took a sip from the side that wasn’t already stained with Isobel’s lipstick. 

Isobel kicked off her shoes and her jeans, revealing so many inches of pale skin that it made Maria dizzy sometimes. Tonight, however, she was just too drained from the day to really notice and crawled in bed beside her. They faced each other like they did every night they needed someone and just stared.

Isobel smiled comfortingly and reached out to move Maria’s hair off her neck. It was weird how sweet and gentle Isobel could be. She was so often all sharp edges and sneering smiles that Maria hadn’t known there was a different side to get to know. She couldn’t lie though, she loved this version. 

The pillows and blankets rustled as Isobel scooted closer, repeatedly scraping her long nails through her hair. Maria closed her eyes at the feeling and tried to focus on that rather than how shitty she was feeling otherwise. It was soothing.

“You wanna talk about it?” Isobel asked softly. Her voice was deep and alluring, resonating somewhere within Maria like it was supposed to be there.

“Not really,” she admitted. Isobel moved closer.

“Do you want silence or a distraction?” Isobel wondered, her socked foot sliding up Maria’s calf and pushing through where her shins met to overlap their legs together. 

“Both?” Maria said weakly. What she really wanted was sleep, but she always took an hour minimum to get to sleep.

Warm lips pressed to her forehead and then her head was pressed to Isobel’s collarbone. She started humming a little tune Maria didn’t recognize, but it was soft enough to not be irritating but present enough to be soothing. Her nails scratched over her back. The lights turned off without either of them having to get out of bed.

“Thank you,” Maria whispered, “I needed this.”

“What are friends for?”

-

Maria woke up to the smell of turkey bacon.

She lifted her head, but let it drop back down once she noticed how heavy it felt. It seemed some time overnight her brain had been replaced with cotton balls. Her whole mind ached and she longed to go back to sleep until it went away.

“Well, Princess,” Isobel hummed, her body weight shifting the bed as she sat down, “I made you breakfast.”

“Thank you, but I’m not hungry,” Maria mumbled. Isobel sounded far away due to the fullness of her mind and she simply wanted to sleep and sleep and sleep.

“That’s okay,” Isobel agreed. The bed shifted again and Maria felt a body press up against her from behind. A nose nuzzled in the nape of her neck and arms wrapped tightly around her. “We can lay here for a bit longer.”

Maria wasn’t sure how much longer actually was. The day slid by as she drifted in and out of sleep, Isobel staying the entire time. She cuddled her close all day and fed her when she woke up and rubbed her temples whenever her head ached too badly. It was unconditional.

It was unreal.

“You are too good to me,” Maria mumbled when she finally woke up for more than a few minutes. Her mind was fuzzy with sleep and she let herself trace over Isobel’s jaw. “Why are you so good to me?”

“You’re my friend,” Isobel answered, “You were sad.”

Maria huffed and moved closer, bowing her head against Isobel’s chest. “Still. Too kind.”

Isobel shrugged and combed through her hair. She didn’t respond. She just held her for a bit longer. 

Time seemed to slip away once again and it was too easy to ignore that anything had gone wonky. Isobel was too warm, the bed was too comfy. It was just easy.

This was easy.

-

“Do you take extra hot baths to make it feel hot to you since your body temperature is already ridiculous?”

Isobel laughed and shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Maria let out a soft breath and stared at the woman in front of her. Both of them had their hair tied back in an attempt to keep it dry, but she wasn’t sure how effective that was when they were sharing a bath. She couldn’t seem to remember what exactly had led them there, all she knew was that she didn’t want this weird block of just them to end. Time didn’t exist here and she didn’t want it to.

“C’mere,” Isobel beckoned. Maria listened and closed her eyes, leaning back into Isobel as soft hands touched her skin.

Isobel covered her in soap with her bare hands, bathing her like it was normal. Maria did the same for her right back. It felt like more proof that time wasn’t real. She was slowly but surely becoming convinced that Isobel had discovered how to stop time and save it for them.

“What time is it?” Maria asked quietly as she relaxed against her, “What day is it?”

“About two in the afternoon,” Isobel answered in that deep, alluring voice of hers, “Friday.”

“Oh, that’s it? I feel like we’ve been here for days,” Maria said. Isobel chuckled and cupped water to pour over Maria’s shoulder.

“Good thing or bad thing?”

“Good,” she answered, “So good. I feel a lot better.”

“I’m happy to hear that,” Isobel whispered. The feeling of her hot breath against her damp neck was mind-warping. Alex 

“Thank you.”

“You’re my friend, couldn’t let you be sad.”

-

“That’s my alarm. I have to go to work.”

Isobel groaned softly and Maria smiled as she rolled out of her bed. The day had dragged in the best way. It had her craving days like this more often. Days where she could do nothing. Days where she could simply exist. Days where Isobel stayed over and didn’t leave.

“Thank you, seriously, you’re a really good friend,” Maria expressed as she quickly changed into something she could work in. Isobel stayed in bed, staring at her with an unreadable expression. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without you yesterday.”

“Survived, I’m sure. You’re strong,” she said, her body moving in a slow and lethargic way as she sat up. Maria tried not to get too mesmerized by it or the thought of how their skin smelled of the same body wash. “But strong people need some help sometimes.”

“I’m here for you if you ever need a day of pampering, you know that right?” Maria said, sending a grin her way. Isobel chuckled and slid out of bed. 

“Good to know,” she said, “I guess I should head home.”

“You don’t have to,” Maria blurted before she could stop herself. She wasn’t going to elaborate, but Isobel was staring at her and not giving her much of a choice. “I mean, you can stay here if you want. We can have another lazy night.”

Isobel seemed to be weighing her options but eventually gave a soft smile. “No, I should probably go home.”

“Okay,” Maria agreed, “But you’re welcome any time.”

Isobel pulled her jeans back on and slid past her towards the door. In a split-second decision, Maria decided to kiss her goodbye. Not on the cheek or the nose or even a friendly peck on the lips. She kissed her goodbye.

“Sorry, uh,” Maria whispered, “Not sure if…”

“No, that was good,” Isobel said, resting her forehead on Maria’s. Time stopped again, but only for a moment. “I’ll see you?”

“Absolutely.”

Isobel left without much clarification on what that meant. Maria didn’t think it was necessary.

She went to work in a much better mood than the day before.