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jojo0039 · 1 year ago

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Fox River - Pilot Part 1

**Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or plot of prison break. I only own Jessica, Jason, and my other add-ons. **

Jessica is in her car heading to the station. She has a lot on her mind. Her ex-husband's execution is coming up and she keeps getting calls from his son wanting to talk. Just then her radio comes on.

"We have a 132 in progress at the Chicago National Savings Bank. All officials closest please respond." Jessica snaps to attention.

She is only two blocks over. She turns on her lights and races over to the bank. She gets out and spots the officer in charge.

" What do we got?" she asks showing her badge to the officer.

"One man armed, he already has the money but hasn't left let. We heard gunshots, but nothing else." the officer tells her.

"OK go ahead and try to make contact." she says to him grabbing her gun and standing behind the police car.

" This is the police." the officer says into the speaker.

"You are completely surrounded. Drop your weapon and come out with your hands on your head!" he speaks loudly.

Jessica holds her breath and prepares for the worst.

She sees that the man drops his weapons and heads to the officer.

"OK follow my lead." she says to him as they step inside.

She prepares for a fight but is not prepared for who is in front of her.

She stops dead in her tracks in surprise.

"Michael?" she asks in shock as she sees her smart and successful ex-brother-in-law standing in front of her.

She watches as the officer handcuffs him and leads him to the car.

2 days later, she is sitting in the middle aisle of the courtroom where Michael is having his hearing. She sees that her younger sister is representing him. She looks over when the door opens and sees LJ walk in. He quickly spots her and sits down beside her.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" she whispers to him.

He just shakes his head and engulfs her in a hug. She puts her arm around him and hugs him to her tightly. She listens on as the hearing starts.

"Rarely for an armed robbery do we hear a plea of no contest." The judge says before looking over to Michael.

"Are you sure about this Mr. Scofield?" she asks him.

Jess looks over at him to see what he would say.

"I'm sure your honor." he says with certainty.

Jess looks at him in confusion but holds her breath as her sister speaks up.

"Your honor we would like to recess. My client is not thinking right at the moment." Jessica still gets angry from hearing Veronica's voice.

LJ looks up at her.

"What's happening? Why is Uncle Mike not doing anything to defend himself?" he asks her with a look that breaks her heart.

Poor kid, having to see his father in prison, now his uncle too.

"I don't know kid. I don't know." she whispers to him.

She hears the judge declare recess and looks up and sees the defeated look on her sister as Michael looks over at the two of them.

LJ stands up as they start to lead Michael out.

"Uncle Mike?" LJ pleads as Michael looks over at him.

"I didn't want you to come." he tells him softly.

"Go home LJ. Jess make sure he gets home please?" he asks her looking at her.

"I didn't want you to see this. Neither of you." he says as the bailiff leads him out.

Jess watches with a heavy heart as they take him back.

She wraps her arm around LJ and pulls him out of the room.

"I need you to stay here for a second. Then I'll take you home OK." she says leading him to the waiting room.

"It's OK Jess. I wanna walk to clear my head." he tells her before giving her another tight hug.

"It was good to see you. I miss you." he whispers

She hugs him back.

"I miss you too kid. Every day." she says back.

He lets go of her and backs away and heads outside.

Jessica starts walking back to the holding cells.

She catches up with Veronica and Michael.

"He is not going to take this well." she hears him say.

She scoffs before walking around the bailiff to walk beside Veronica.

"Can you blame him." she says glaring at the both of them.

"He's your nephew. He's starting to think anyone he attaches himself to is going to wind up in prison." Jess says as Michael goes into the cell.

"He's not the only one starting to feel that way Michael." Veronica says as the bailiff locks him in.

"Can you give us a minute please?" Veronica asks him.

He nods and walks away so he isn't in hearing distance.

"What are you thinking?" Jess asks him.

" Ronnie just did everything she could but you just threw that book right into the judge's hands didn't you." Jess states lecturing him.

Veronica glances at her in shock. It has been a while since Jess defended or complimented her.

"I know." Michael says looking at both of them.

"Will you please tell us what is going through your head?" Veronica asks wanting to know why he is making this easy.

"We've all been over this." Jess rolls her eyes.

"We have known you our entire lives. You do not have a lying bone in your body." Veronica says to him.

"And we all know you definitely didn't need the money." Jess inputs..

"Guys please." Michael pleads.

"You both have been good to me my whole life. Jess you have been the best sister-in-law a guy can ask for and Veronica you have been an amazing best friend. But you both have to just let me do this please." he tells the both of them.

Jess just looks at him with tears in her eyes.

She turns around and walks out without another word to either of them.

#lincoln burrows #prison break fanfiction #michael scofield #prison break #jessica donovan

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zzzugzwanggg · 23 days ago

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To the one person who liked this post, this is for you <3

Really really want to write a fic where Michael Scofield washes Sara’s hair

#prison break #michael scofield #sara tancredi #fanfiction #archive of our own #fanfic link #prison break fanfic #prison break fanfiction #Michael scofield/ Sara tancredi

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theautismcorner · 3 months ago

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Once again begging for more people to watch Prison Break. If you like smart, tattooed, autistic men you will like this show. If you like crime shows then please give it a chance. You like when people punch cops? You’ll like this show. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WATCH THIS SHOW AND WRITE FANFIC ABOUT IT

#prison break #michael scofield #theodore bagwell #fernando sucre #lincoln burrows #sara tancredi #John abruzzi #wentworth miller #dominic purcell #sarah wayne callies #autism #autistic characters #crime shows #fanfic #fanfiction

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enha-stars · 1 month ago

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now where are the michael scofield fics

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jocollins · 4 days ago

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I need new people to follow.

Looked through my follows and understood that most haven't been active for years (like 11, 10, 6) wow

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cringe-y-gumi · 3 months ago

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You know how those random fun facts about historical figures seem? Like, "Did you know that this guy likes sucking his thumb?" Yeah

That and a modern AU where Dream and Techno's descendants are friends and one of them came across a video saying "Fun fact: Did you know that the infamous speed runner and tyrant feared by many in Java era, Dream, apparently likes to take off his pants in front of others showing off his back?" And Techno's descendant would be like, "Lol, Isn't that your ancestor?"

Both of them are unaware of their lineage tho so Dream's descendant would be like: "He's literally not. He can't be." (He refused to be his descendant just because of that). Dream's descendant, which now carries the last name "Wastaek," knows that their family is native in the mainland— which used to be controlled and ruled by Dream as much as they knew. Even so, he doesn't believe they could be in the same lineage since Dream has no official last name (tbh most of them in that era). And Techno's descendant would say, "You don't know that a hundred percent."

Then they'll have a stupid argument about their "ancestors" unbeknownst to them, a reincarnated Techno, with all of his memories, was listening and thinking to himself: "Lol Dream, they got you there..." He can't help but wonder if Dream was also reincarnated somewhere and if they'll ever meet in this lifetime.

#the last time they met is after Techno break him out of the prison and kicked Dream out #dreamnoblade fanfiction #dreamnoblade #fanfiction writing #idk if i should put this in rivalsblr as well #fanfiction au

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atinytokki · 8 months ago

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Orbit

Summary

Notorious space pirate Kim Hongjoong has turned himself over to the authorities in return for clemency for his crew. His execution is set to be an intergalactic spectacle telecast live across the galaxies. ATEEZ are left adrift, but they aren't giving up. This will be their greatest heist yet: stealing their captain back.

Originally written for the 8 Makes 1 Family Fest and cross-posted to ao3 and wattpad. First chapter here!

Comment if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters :)

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twohearts-hs · 1 month ago

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Defying The Odds: 1 - Michael Scofield x Reader Series

Words in Total: 2.6k

Pairings: Michael Scofield x Reader: afab x reader

Synopsis: Y/N was a victim of the mob since the age of fifteen, however, falling in love with the wrong guy and having an argument got her 25 years in prison for murder. She had a plan to get out in faith of her husband until she met Michael Scofield, who, despite his plan, fell in love with her. Now she has the mob and Michael Scofield's escape to worry about.

Warnings: Swearing, Prison, Murder, etc. you know the deal...

A/N: this is a complete series of ~105k words. Based on Season 1 & 2.

Hope you enjoy :)

Masterlist

Y/N stepped off the transport bus, eyes squinting against the harsh midday sun. Her eyes scanned the area in front of her. Up, down, left, right and then finally straight ahead. In front of her was the largest prison she had ever come across with in her life. However, she knew one thing which Sebastian warned her about…no one got out of Fox River.

She glanced up at the towering gates of Fox River Penitentiary – a fortress of steel and stone that swallows hope whole. Taking a deep breath, she glanced down to her cuffed hands and feet before glancing to the guards around her.

Calculating…she was calculating everything around her.

She could hear the shouting of prisoners echo faintly from inside, a sharp reminder of what lies ahead. However, as much as she could get over going to prison…she did go to summer camp growing up and both were so similar in her opinion. It was the fact that the judge ruled to send her to a male prison due to her crimes.

Fucking Sebastian… There was one thing she knew for certain, and it was she was going to get her revenge on him.

Him and his lack of loyalty to her because she was a woman even though she showed her loyalty since the age of fifteen when she used to run drugs at school for him. Now, he needed to get the Feds off his trail and dropped her name. As well, as an argument.

Charged with six murders, all first degree and even if she did do it…they deserved it. It was a secret she was going to bring it to the grave – even if she did not do it. She would never tell anyone that the knife that slit the throats of those six men was her. She was loyal to Sebastian and his organisation – had been since fifteen.

A officer stood by the entrances, arms crossed, is face twisted into a smirk. His beady eyes scanned over her figure which was not much as she was wearing a male prison suit. However, still a shiver ran through her.

Y/N’s eyes darted from his twisted face to the tag on his uniform – Bellick. Noted, a pervert.

“Welcome to your new home, sweetheart. You’ll learn real quick that this ain’t no country club. A woman in a men’s prison…can’t wait to see how this unfolds.”

Y/N doesn’t respond. She holds her chin high, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing fear in her eyes.

“Not my first rodeo being stuck with a bunch of boys, Officer Bellick,” she responded. “There’s a science to it.”

“Smart, witty. I read your file, Y/L/N. Did you seduce them before you slit their throat?” he remarked.

Y/N’s smirk fell, glancing down to the floor then retorting, “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Cockiness is going to get you no where.”

Behind her stood two guards that pushed her forward and through the heavy iron doors. Once inside, Y/N noticed instantly how the air was stifling, a mix of sweat, grime and despair. The clanging of cells doors slamming shut reverberates through the halls, each sound making her stomach knot a little tighter.

‘Do not be afraid,’ she kept telling herself. ‘You’re stronger than this.’

Y/N kept her gaze straight ahead, her heart pounding in her chest as they lead her deeper into the belly of the prison. She came into the main holding area which was three floors of cells and instantly, eyes were on her.

Inmates began to holler, whistle and remark her gender as she was a woman in a male prison. She was baffled at the fact she was here and probably they were too.

‘Stay strong.’

It was all Sebastian’s fault. Every little thing was Sebastian fault, simply because she was loyal to him.

Her eyes glanced down to the long-sleeved shirt and dark pants that did not fit her well enough but made do. However, as her eyes focused on the men around her, she could not help but know that every man in her was a criminal.

And now she was too.

The guards behind her were talking and she chose to tune it out, but she could not help but listen in when they said, “She won’t last a week.”

Bellick came around and stood in front of her. “This is your cell. You’re part of gen pop even though your crimes should send you to ad-seg. Don’t go thinkin’ you’re special ‘cause you’re new, a woman or known as one of world’s deadliest assassins. You’re caught, you’re here, therefore you follow my orders. Rules here are simply: stay in line, keep your mouth shut, and do what you’re told. Got it?”

Y/N nodded. “Yes, boss,” she stated.

“Your lawyer did well with arguing you to get your own cell in the name of you being a woman and the several outcomes that lead from that. However, you will join the rest of the men in here for everything.”

She nodded, though her mind was racing. She needed to stay focused, to keep her wits about her if she was going to survive this place. Additionally, she needed to figure out how everything worked if she was going to survive. Everything has a solution, an equation and a situation.

Every cell was identical. However, hers seemed extra cramped, even though it looked like every other. The steel doors slides open with a loud screech before she was uncuffed and thrown in.

“Cell 39. Home sweet home. Get in,” Bellick said.

Y/N stepped inside, her breath catching in her throat as the bars slammed shut behind her with a finality that sends a chill down her spine. The space is claustrophobic – bare walls, a narrow bed, and a toilet in the corner. It was completely different to her penthouse in New York City where she called home since twenty-one.

She stood in the centre of the cell, eyes scanning every corner. This was it. This was Fox River…her new reality.

“Hope you enjoy the view. Yards’s in an hour. Try not to piss anyone off before or during then.”

Y/N simply nodded, mumbled her reply and watched how Bellick and the guards turned and left her standing there, alone. The sound of their footsteps fading as they disapper down the hall. Y/N slowly lowered herself onto the bed, the thin mattress not giving her justice as the weight of prison settling in.

She was here until Sebastian could get her out. She had faith because she knew, being in a men’s prison for twenty-five years was not in her cards. She pissed Sebastian off and he threw her in jail.

Her own husband threw her in jail because he cared about the mob over her. Even if she did or did not kill those men.

Y/N sits on the edge of her bed, trying to remain clam despite the lingering stares from the other inmates. It’s clear that being a woman in a men’s prison makes her an immediate target. The guards may have brought her to her cell, but she was on her own now.

There would be a hierarchy and naturally it would turn into a patriarchy unless she made this place her bitch.

The clanging of metal doors echos through the hallways as a guard stood in front of her doors.

“Yard time. Try not to get yourself killed,” he said. The guard gave her a half-hearted smirk, but Y/N ignored it, rolling her shoulders back and stepping out. She won’t give anyone the satisfaction of seeing fear on her face.

The alarm went off and her door opened. She watched as inmates walked by and Y/N followed at the tail end. As they followed down the corridor, the murmurs and hollering started. Whispers growing louder, snickers turning into open taunts.

A inmate in front of her turned around, spotting her following behind him. “Well, well, well…what do we have here? Fox River’s new toy?”

She rolled her eyes.

“Watch where you’re going or you might trip,” she responded.

“Oh, she has a mouth. I know better ways-“

“Mind your damn business,” Y/N barked. “I am not here to make enemies, lovers or friends. Now move on.”

The guards around her barely react, only nudging her forward. The inmate’s voices swell as they approached the yard doors.

“Bet she won’t last a day in here,” she heard from beside her.

“I call dibs,” another one said.

Y/N simply rolled her eyes.

The door opens and Y/N stepped out into the yard. It’s crowded with inmates milling about in groups, playing basketball, lifting weights or just lounging around – until they see her. The air seems to shift, every eye on her.

She scanned the crowd and shook her head, heading to the benches in the corner. As she walked across the open space with her head held high, her footsteps slow and deliberate, refusing to speed up. Y/N scans the yard, already calculating escape routes in her mind if something does go wrong.

Where was the nearest exit?

Her eyes circled until she found it. However, the murmurs grow louder, more aggressive.

As she walked by inmates, she heard remarks. “Hey, sweetheart, you missin’ your girly magazines? Getting your hair done?”

Y/N’s lip twitched, her fists clenching slightly, but she kept walking. No need to waste words on them.

When she made it to the bleachers, a man appeared in front of her, blocking her with his greasy smirk, arms out wide like he’s welcoming her. The tension snaps tighter. Everything about him screamed disgusting or even perverted. He was skinny and almost malnourished and then he smirked, and a shiver went through her.

“Look what we got here…Fox River’s newest little plaything all ready for someone to play with. Must be my lucky day.”

His words hang in the air like poison. She rose a brow, stopped herself from saying a remark and then locked her gaze on this man, who was unflinching. Her eyes were cold, assessing. She could not afford to show weakness, but she knew exactly what to say.

“Funny, I didn’t take you for the type to run is mouth without backup. I guess I was wrong.”

The yard falls into a tense silence, a ripple of surprise at her response. The man’s smirk falters for a second before returning with even more malice.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’ll find out soon enough. Ain’t nobody here to help you. Not like the women’s wing where it’s all about girl power, is it? You’re the prey here and we are the predators. Now,” he came closer, “you’re a pretty thing and someone like you needs protection in a place like this. T-Bag is the name-“

“I think I will be quite alright,” Y/N said, getting up from the bleachers but he cut her off.

“Girl, you’re on my side of town and I do not take no as a answer.”

“Obviously then you’re a rapist,” she whispered to herself.

However, he heard that. “What was that, girl?” he said lowly. “Speak louder and to my face or don’t speak at all.”

Suddenly, a figure stepped out of the crowd that was beginning. He moved quietly but with purpose, standing in front of T-Bag, his back to Y/N.

“Walk away, T-Bag,” he said lowly.

T-Bag sneered, but there was something in this man’s eyes when he turned around to look at Y/N with a solemn look. He had kind eyes, she recognised, which was rare in this world, let alone in a prison.

“Now go,” the man said.

“Fine,” T-Bag stated with passion, “but we’ll see how long she lasts on her own. This is not a place where you fly solo especially if you’re a woman.”

As T-Bag disappears into the crowd, the man with the buzzed head and sharp features turned to Y/N, his expression calm but concerned.

“You ok?” he asked walking over to her and sitting next to her.

Y/N pushed herself away from him. “I don’t need rescuing.”

His eyes widened slightly, surprised by the intensity in her voice. He raised his hands in a peaceful gesture.

“I wasn’t trying to-“

“-I can handle myself.” Her tone was firm, but there was something in her eyes – a flicker of vulnerability she can not quite hide. She was strong, yes, but she was also exhausted. The constant weight of being in a place where she was always the target is heavier than she lets on.

This man does not push, he just nods.

“I know. But it doesn’t hurt to have someone watching your back.”

“The last time I had someone looking out for me, they made sure I got in here,” she quipped. Their eyes met, the distance between them a half metre, but enough to hear one another. She studied him like she was trying to figure him out. There’s no threat in his eyes, no ulterior motive, Just quiet understanding.

“Betrayal hurts especially from someone you love,” he responded.

“What do you want from me? Mock me, a conversation with me?”

He shook his head, leaning in slightly, his voice low so only she could hear. “Nothing. Just…be careful. This place has a way of testing you in ways you don’t expect.”

For the first time. Y/N’s anger softened, just a fraction. There’s something about him – calculated, calm, but with an undercurrent of sincerity that makes her feel…safer than she had since she arrived.

“Y/N,” she said, putting her hand out. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

His smile came up lightly as he took her hand. “Michael Scofield.”

She nodded, not saying anything at first, but simply processing.

“Michael, I don’t need you to fight my battles,” she told him. Michael tilted his head, offering a small smile, more an acknowledgment than anything else.

“I believe you.”

Y/N glanced at him, surprised by his response. Most men would’ve pushed, tried to prove their strength or dominance. But not him.

Y/N had studied men for the longest time. She knew how they acted, moved, whispered, purred and what motivated them. They were predictable and easy to read, but him…this man in front her. He was not open book rather he was a locked library.

She exhales slowly, feeling the weight of prison and its dangers pressing in on her again.

“Thanks,” she whispered, then glancing up from looking at her feet, “for stepping in. But next time, don’t. I don’t need a man to fight my battles when I am completely able to fight my own.”

Michael nodded, his expression respectful, as if he was already learned to read her boundaries.

“Understood.”

Y/N finally cracked the tiniest of smiles, something she had not done in days. “You’re different, aren’t you?’

Michael just shrugs, his eyes full of quiet understanding. “Just trying to survive. Same as you.”

Y/N nodded. “Then can I propose we survive this together then? Because you Michael Scofield…are a different type of man and I know men quite well.”

He nodded. “Deal.”

I hope you enjoyed! I had so much fun writing this.

Let me know your thoughts, opinions and comments! :)

Lots of love,

Ava <3

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minecraftbookshelf · 2 years ago

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Yoinked

An in-universe idea for what Ren is doing instead of Limited Life

On AO3

Falling hurts.

Landing hurts more.

"It worked!"

Ren spits out a mouthful of dirt and rolls over onto his back. He really should be on his feet now, scanning for danger, but he's winded and wobbly and his vision is swirling with purple particles.

He thinks he might throw up actually.

"Ren?"

He really doesn't want to throw up. Throwing up sucks.

"Ren, can you hear me?"

He manages a wheeze in response to the vaguely familiar voice.

"Are we sure it worked right? I don't think he's supposed to be that color."

"That's probably just a side effect, Lizzie."

"Oh, yeah. That would make sense."

Ren gasps in a breath. And another. It's easier now, though he still feels like if he moves at all his stomach will come up out his throat, dragging all his entrails along with it. His vision is less blurry now, he can see the...ceiling?

It's the ceiling of a house. Out of the corner of his eye he can see bright curtains hanging on a day-lit window. It seems oddly incongrous, given the violent tingle of magic shivering through every atom of his body. Does whoever this is have no sense of appropriate theatrics? Whatever this is should be happening in a basement at least.

It's a lot of magic actually. Now that he's thinking about it, he can't really feel his fingers. Or his hands. Or like, his body.

His vison is suddenly obscured by pink. A lot of pink.

Pink hair, specifically, and a very familiar face.

"Hello, Shadow Knight!"

"Shadow Lady," Ren manages to gasp back out and she grins at him. All sharp teeth and carefully controlled anger.

She smells different, then she had on the Game Server, Ren notices. She had smelled like the forest there, gradually becoming part of it as the games progressed. (That happens sometimes. The Game Servers decide to shape them for its own purposes. The way your body began to disintegrate on your red life in the first one. The way Ren went through several full moons with no more than a distant ache in his bones.) Here she smells...not quite human. A step to the left in a way that raises the hair on his arms. Ozone and ash and saltwater and blood.

"Give him room to breathe, Lizzie. We did just yank him through the Void with no warning."

Ren decides not to think about that right now and just focus on breathing and convincing his internal organs to stay put.

Eventually he is able to sit up and look around.

He's in what looks like the sitting room of a perfectly normal house (if it werent for the ripped up carpet and the sigils scorched into the floorboards.)

The curtains are pale blue and the carpet (or what remains of it) is black and white and there are photos hung on the wall, tournament trophies above the fire place.

LDShadowLady sits criss cross on the floor across from him, staring at him intently. Behind her is another familiar face and Mumbo waves almost sheepishly from his awkward perch on what looks like it was once a pristine sofa but at some point it had caught fire and the side nearer Ren is little more than a singed frame and piles of soggy ash.

The photo on the wall directly behind ShadowLady is of her in a wedding dress, spinning hand in hand with SmallishBeans in a suit, Solidarity in the background making a face at the camera.

"Welcome back," She sounds appropriately ominous at least. Always a pleasure to work with someone who understands drama.

"Why have you summoned me, Lady."

He's not 100% sure that's what has happened, but it seems a safe bet and it sounds good either way.

She cocks her head to the side and smiles. "I didn't. She did." And gestures grandly to something behind Ren's head.

It's another woman. A hybrid of some kind, Ren isn't sure what exactly but she smells like primate and her ears and eyes are large and the dappled fur at her temples is a soft grey that is almost lavender purple.

"Hello Ren," The mystery woman greets him. "My name is Netty. Netty Plays. I believe you know my husband."

Ren has no idea who she's talking about but before he can respond Mumbo leans forward on the sofa, working clay mixed with redstone through his fingers, back and forth, kneading it. It's a common stress response Ren has observed in him.

"There's another Game Server happening." Mumbo tucks the red-clay away in his inventory and stands, almost hitting his head on a ceiling beam. (If this is ShadowLady and SmallishBean's home that makes sense that their ceilings are not very tall.) "Would you like to join us for an interdimensional jailbreak?"

#trafficblr #limited life smp #interdimensional prison break #ldshadowlady #nettyplays #Netty plays #fanfiction #life series fanfiction #rain rambles #tl;dr the watchers may have blocked netty's magical connection to her husband #but they didn't think to block martyn's connections to other people #and she could FIND those #it took some time #but she found one #the strongest thread #and she pulled #mumbojumbo #rendog

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fichtner-fics · 1 year ago

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Guarantee

Warnings: your heart will MELT

A/N: Oh look, a shiny new Alexander Mahone fanfiction blurb!

I hope everyone is well and has the strength to get through everything going on in the world.

Guess what! I've started rewatching Prison Break for the fourth time, so I have the best of intentions for writing more in the future! It's very exciting, I'm still able to discover new and new aspects, new moments that I hadn't noticed or given much importance to before.

(Just for context, in case it's not clear; Y/N and Alex are already close in this little piece, but what's between them hasn't been named yet… But after this…😉)

Now, enjoy your reading, and THANK YOU!

[gif is not mine]

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"Sarah, they're still here, aren't they?" I asked in a rush as I hurried past the woman at her desk. She lifted her head but looked at me with question marks in her eyes. "The boys. They didn't leave?" I added.

"Oh, uh, no. Alex and Mike just went out, Linc is still in there somewhere."

"Thanks," I called out, and hurried off after them.

Fortunately, I didn't have to look around much once I had opened the huge metal gate. Michael was walking towards a police car, but Mahone was standing at the threshold between the shadows cast by the building and the sunny sidewalk, his head cast down. His blue police uniform shone in the early afternoon air; and something inside me shook as he stood there, so purely, so officially.

"Alexander," I said as I finally drew closer to him. He immediately looked up at me, and a kind smile spread across his lips in the same time.

I quickened my pace and without warning jumped into his neck when I reached him. Alex took a step back in surprise, but after the initial shock, he wrapped one arm tightly around my waist. He put his other hand on the back of my head and sighed heavily.

"What brings you here?" he whispered, so quietly that only the two of us could hear.

"I didn't want you to leave without wishing you luck," I replied, just as softly.

I felt him bury his head in my neck. I let the moment drag on for long before stepping back onto the concrete, of course blushing hard. Alex moved with me, and as he helped me find my balance, he positioned himself so that his lips were only inches from mine. It was my turn to get surprised. I rested my palm on his broad chest; I couldn't resist smiling any longer.

"Wait," I breathed against his soft skin. I pulled away in fear of giving in to temptation. "Let this be the guarantee. That you'll come back in one piece, unharmed. Alive."

I connected my gaze to his sparkling blue eyes, which in return bounced up and down between my eyes and mouth. At last Mahone's lips melted into a soft smile.

"I'll come back to you," he said firmly.

His promise became his final words, for Lincoln opened the wide iron gate at that exact moment, ready for their next adventure. I had my back to him, so I couldn't see the look on his face when he saw our silhouettes intertwined, but Mahone's eyes fell with his cheeks blushing.

"Good luck," I grinned broadly at him, stroking his cheek softly. After we let go of each other and the car drove off with the three men in it, I watched them for a long moment.

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jojo0039 · 5 days ago

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Fox River - Riots, Drills and the Devil Part 4

Jason is talking on the radio.

He watches as the army is being called in.

He rolls his eyes.

He has to find out if Jessica is still inside or not.

He looks up and notices that an inmate is trying to get their attention.

He watches as the Warden addresses the inmate.

The inmate tells them that they have a hostage.

Jason starts to worry as he walks over to Bellick.

"I need you to tell me who is all still inside now." he shouts at him.

The warden nods his head at Bellick and he goes to find out.

Jason and the warden both turn when there is more shouting coming from the inmates.

"We have a woman hostage!" they shout.

Jason starts to get really worried hoping that it isn't Jessica.

Bellick comes back over.

"They have the new rookie sir, they have Bob." Bellick says.

Jason turns to face him.

"They also have a female hostage too." he glares at Bellick.

"Warden I need a team to go in there and extract the hostages now." Jason says taking charge.

"We can't it's not by the book. We don't even know who the hostage is. We can't take that chance yet until we control the situation." Pope says before he gets pulled away by his men.

Jason looks back at the prison thinking up a plan to get inside.

Jessica and Lincoln are still following Terk.

Jessica is still getting a bad feeling about this.

Terk is just leading them farther away from the riot.

She makes sure she is staying close to Lincoln.

They follow him into a room that looks like the boiler room.

"Terk? Are you sure there's a way out?" Lincoln asks as they lose sight of him.

"Terk?" Lincoln shouts making sure that Jessica is beside him.

Terk comes out of nowhere and knocks Jessica hard against the wall knocking her out.

He grabs a wire and starts strangling Lincoln.

Lincoln struggles and tries to move Terk as Jessica is coming to.

She watches as Lincoln gets away and punches Terk before he falls to the floor.

"Lincoln?" Jessica whispers making her way over to him and helping him stand.

She checks his neck.

"You're going to be OK." she informs him wrapping her arm around him.

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Jason watches as the governor shows up making all the prison staff make their way over to them.

Jason sees the perfect opportunity and runs over to the side door breaking it open and making his way inside the building.

He has no idea which way to start but he makes his way where all the noise is coming from.

He hears a bunch of inmates coming his way.

He quickly runs into a room and hides.

He watches as they run past him.

Trish is hiding under the desk listening as the riot is being heard from outside.

She is trained but not trained to deal with a prison riot.

For once in her life she is really scared.

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Jessica is half dragging Lincoln through the maze of pipes in the room.

He is bleeding really bad.

"Its OK. We're going to get out of here so I can tell you I told you so." she nags as they continue not knowing where the exit is.

Lincoln rolls his eyes breathing heavily as he tries not to put too much of his weight on Jessica.

"You always did call me out on my shit." he whispers to her.

Just then Terk appears behind them.

Lincoln pushes Jessica away as he swings at Terk.

"Why are you doing this? Who sent you?" Lincoln asks trying to dodge the pipe Terk is swinging at him.

Terk is finally able to swing and hit him knocking him to his knees.

Lincoln looks up just as Terk is swinging down.

He grabs the pipe just as Jessica swings her leg kicking him away from Lincoln.

Terk loses his balance and falls off the platform landing down on the ground hard.

Jessica rushes over to Lincoln helping him up.

She puts her hands on his face looking him over.

"Are you OK?" she asks him frantically.

He grabs her hands from his face but not letting go.

"Jess I'm OK." he tells her reassuringly just looking at her.

He is slowly leaning his head down as her eyes are closing preparing for what is to come.

Their lips are about to touch when Terk lets out a loud moan breaking the spell and causing Jessica to step away from Lincoln.

They make their way down to where Terk is lying.

He is choking on his own blood.

He only has minutes.

Lincoln bends over him.

"Who sent you?" he asks him again.

"Come on tell me!" he shouts to him.

"Come on help me." he begs in defeat as Terk tries to talk.

Jessica leans against the wall catching her breath.

"I told you something wasn't right. Why don't you ever listen to me?" she shouts at him trying to get her frustration out.

He turns to face her standing back up.

#prison break fanfiction #jessica donovan #lincoln burrows fanfiction #michael scofield #fox river #book 1

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naoa-ao3 · 1 year ago

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A Free Man

Alone in his cell, counting the days and weeks, months and years Ethan waits but nothing comes.

Prison life is not for him.

If it were a normal prison he could escape, if it were a normal prison where they didn't know about or believe in magic he could have done something and gotten away but it isn't a normal prison and there isn't anything he can do.

Padded walls and lights that go on and off at the same time every morning and night.

He isn't a demon and the place is built for them.

He wonders sometimes if Ripper had ever thought of that or if he thought of him now at all.

He's bitter and wants revenge.

His little trick hadn't warranted all of this, whatever he had done and so he waits, waiting for the chance where he might finally escape, the chance when he can bring hell and chaos to this place.

He thinks when he does escape he'll go and have a nice kebab. . . maybe hit a beach of course that's after he pays dar old Rupert a visit.

He'll get his revenge and really there's no one he's ever enjoyed fucking with as much as Ripper. No one who takes it so poorly.

Rupert never was very good at managing his temper.

He thinks back on his own miscreant youth, tattoos and demons and spells they hadn't been ready for.

Those years had been a delight and he had never felt so a part of a group of friends. . .

Now they were the only ones left, him and old Ripper. All the others dead like Randall on the floor.

He whiles away his days and weeks, his months and years.

He tries to keep his mind busy and wonders at how strong the prison's fortifications are. He can't get out but what's to stop something that really wants him from getting in?

High above his subterranean world is the Nevada sun.

The last time he'd seen it had been when they'd moved him here, hands cuffed and soldiers acting tough.

They're young, young as he had once been and he feels only contempt for them because they aren't wise and they don't want to learn.

All but one who he's seen watching him. The boy wears fatigues but there's magic to him and he watches him hungrily as if waiting for Ethan to share a secret.

Once he'd spoken to him, jested that the boy aught to give chaos a try, even recommended a few words to use and suggested he try burning some candles.

He knew the boy went home and tried it, he could smell brimstone and hell smoke on him the next day and it thrilled him just a little.

This one is on the edge and all he needs is a little push, a few words of well placed encouragement.

One day the boy comes to him, tall and sharp boned.

"What are you?" He asks.

Ethan looks at him, amused it's taken so little time to tempt him. "Only human." He say's.

"You wouldn't be here if you were." The boy say's, face pressed to the little window in his cell door.

Ethan chuckles. "There are only a few things I can do that you can't." He said. "And with enough practice you might be able to."

"Tell me another." The boy say's. "Another spell."

"You liked that one, did you?" Ethan asks, grinning ear to ear. He can't help it. The kid is so easy.

"Listen-"

He gives the boy the words. Maybe with enough promises he can get the lad to let him out.

The boy goes away and Ethan waits.

Three days later he smells hell smoke and smiles.

The boy is back.

Back at his window and angry.

"What the hell was that?" He asks, face screwed up.

Ethan shrugs from his bed. "I gave you a taste of the good, thought you should have a taste of the bad too."

"Don't fuck with me." The boy say's, ineffectual and furious.

"Wouldn't dream of it but you do need to know what you're getting into. Wouldn't be fair of me not to give you some warning."

The boy backs down, not stupid enough not to trust him. "How do I know the difference?" He asks.

Ethan just smiles on. "I could show you. Save you a lot of trouble during the trial and error phase."

"You're locked up you old has bin, what could you teach me?" The boy asks but he doesn't sound like he believes himself.

Ethan shrugs again. "I guess we'll never know." He say's.

The boy disappears but he's back a day later.

Ethan waits to hear what he has to say.

"If I got you out. . . how do I know you'd help me?"

"You don't but the only way you'll know is if you tried." Ethan said, nothing to lose.

The boy shakes his head and leaves but he's back the next day again. "If I got you out, you'd just kill me and run."

"Thought I was an old has bin." He says dryly.

The boy frowns. "Three days from now. If you try anything I'll blow your head off."

He nods and waits his three days and then at night the boy is there again, key card this time. He looks wary, like he doesn't trust him and he shouldn't. Ethan isn't going to teach him anything.

"You swear it?" The boy asks through the door.

Ethan nods and get's to his feet. There's nothing here he wants to take.

The door opens and the boy motions to him.

"We have to go now."

Of course they do, it's an action movie and he runs after him, adept at running away.

Up they go, up slanting corridors under fluorescent lights and out until they're crawling through a vent and he can taste fresh air.

There are demons he owes back rent to waiting and so he encourages the boy to go first.

The idiot does, hearing warning bells down bellow, back in the subterranean kingdom of slanting corridors and fluorescent lights they've just left.

The demons make a mistake and they tear at the wrong man, getting their blood debt and what was due anyway.

He waits, crouching in the vent. He's waited this long and then it's silent and he pokes his head out.

He can smell hell smoke in the air but the boy is gone and so are the monsters.

It's just him and he shrugs it off, looking to the stars to tell him which way is west and once he's got his baring he heads back to where he thinks Sunnydale still is.

Where he hopes Ripper still is and all that payback he can muster.

Stars over head and tunnels down below be damned, he's a free man now and the world is probably just a little worse off for it.

#ethan rayne #buffy the vampire slater #btvs #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #escapes #prison break #demons #monsters #spooky #manipulation #magic #weirdness #horror #one shot #set after the series #ignores the comics

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