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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 :)

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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.

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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.”

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

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Lots of love,

Ava <3

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