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RoswellThis is an old fandom. I read in it when it was still active and on the air, but I never wrote in it... not until recently. Even now, I'm only dabbling at the edges of writing Roswell fic... mostly I'm just fascinated by Max Evans. Some of these stories may contain slash. If you want to get hold of me I'm here:My live journal is 'dis and 'dat This is likely the quickest to get my attention. or you might
be able to contact me here: Feedback is not obligatory, but if you're in the mood to pat me on the head, please do... it does make me smile. I guess I should explain. I'll write whatever entertains me with or without feedback. I tend to write fanfic to fill my own desire for stories that I can't find anywhere else or to make certain on-line friends happy, so if you don't feel like sending a note, that's okay. Here's the
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Important Note:Please read the warnings at the beginning of all the stories. Thanks. The stories:This is AU for Roswell and pre-series for Supernatural. Behind a motel in the middle of nowhere America a pre-Stanford version of Sam and an on-the-run version of Isabel Evans end up sitting at the same picnic table. Nastiness comes out of left field and Sam gets knocked around. (crossover SPN/Roswell, rated G)
My very first 'proper' Roswell story. Rated nc17 for teenage boys sexing each other up Michael crawls into Max's bedroom all bruised up. Max does a bit of healing, and then in the morning... some more sexual touching.
Theatrical Muse
I wrote Max Evans from Roswell on Theatrical Muse for a while. Max's TM responses are complied here
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