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for @elliebirdthings ♥️ Merry Christmas, Loey! I hope you have the very best day 🎄
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malex + love is a wild thing
for @elliebirdthings ♥️ Merry Christmas, Loey! I hope you have the very best day 🎄
Merry Christmas, @lsobelevans!!!
merry belated christmas, @suzteel!
danielle, i really hope you had the best of holidays, and have an even better new year. you deserve it!
👽❤️🎄🎅
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]
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?
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
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
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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.
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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)
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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.