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My Hero (Alex Mahone)
Request: Can you do a Alex mahone x reader where she's his wife, adn he saves her from T-bag something like that?
Warnings: spoilers from 4x21, bad language, abuse, mention of rape, (basically I should mention T-Bag himself as a factor to be warned about), anxiety attack, crying
A/N: Of course Iâve written this based on 4x21, the episode called Rates of Exhange. And, to be honest Iâm quite happy with this one. Not exactly the first part (some lines Iâve borrowed in whole from the serieđŹ), but the ending! I hope youâll like it too! âš
Sorry for it took so long (meaning here every request Iâm indebted to you with), but Iâm so so thankful for your patience and request and feedbacks ofc!!Â
[gifs are not mine; I canât get over how they complete each otherđ]
Basically, the whole team minus T-Bag and myself was out on the field, trying to fight against Krantz and Michaelâs mother at the same time. It turned out that it wasnât just a coincidence that we were the ones left alone in our temporary flat. Because what we all had no idea about was me being the bait and the motivation for them to be successful â or at least in Krantzâs opinion and give the Scylla to him.
I was so naĂŻve, believing T-Bag could ever be capable of a complete turnaround. He was so co-operative in the past weeks, so generous, so helpful⊠of course he had a hidden motivation back then, too, he always had. But it wasnât at least me dead or the Scylla in Krantzâs hands.
I realized that itâs going to be not so okay, when the General phoned Michael, giving him an ultimate. Of course, it turned out shortly that there werenât going to happen any bargain at all, and finally Kratz threw me in front of Theodore just like that. He left us alone in the flat, letting him (even urging him) to do anything he liked with me.
I was shaking, trembling all my body while T-Bag pushed me leaning to the door. I couldnât see any solution what could save my life or get me out of here. I needed Mahone, only him. I truly desired to cry out his name, but I knew I had to stay focused and calm as long as I could. So, I just let him to handcuff me to the handle.
âTheodore, I promise you, if you let me go, I will stand by your side at the court. Iâll tell them you saved my life. Even Alex will be so grateful⊠just take me back to himâ I started pleading desperately, but with a fairly strong voice. I couldnât help but wincing when he suddenly stepped close in front of me, with his face inches from mine.
âYou know, all these past times, Iâve always been so⊠so jealous! You get what I mean, right? Look at you, precious little girlâ his eyes nearly scanned me through as he stopped for a moment, disgustingly licking his lips, âbeing married to that⊠dull, fuddy-duddy policeman. Donât ya really think I wonât have myself a little fun, when itâs only the two of us?â
âI know that you donât have the best relationship with Alexâ I said immediately. I felt I had to talk, unless he would touch me or do even worse things to me. âBut if you let me go, if you take me back to him, he wonât be ungrateful, trust me.â
âOh, I donât wanna hurt you. I wanna hurt him. And unfortunately, the only thing which can be hurtful for him is you being hurt. But donât worry. Youâll be returned in one piece. Only in a little⊠used⊠pieceâ he winked at me, and my stomach flipped.
âPlease, Teddyâ I whispered. All my strengthen flew away in a second. My thoughts were rattling in my head, I was panting, sweating. He decided to walk past me, and as he took a few steps, he sniffed my neck. Cold, disgusted feeling ran down my spine, but I relieved when I couldnât see him, even if it lasted only for few minutes.
Suddenly I felt the warmth of his body behind myself. He uncuffed me for a brief moment, only to separate my two arms, and cuffing them back to the two sides of the door so I faced him forward. I tried to fight him, but my weakness could do so little against his manly strength.
âWeâre gonna finish sooner than you would recognise, my dearâ he whispered straight in my ears, before stepping a bit further from me. My panting, heavy breathing echoed in the small room. I tried to detach myself from the situation. I started a mantra inside. Alex will come soon. Alex will save me. I must be strong just until then.
âOh, look at thatâ Theodore smirked suddenly. At first, I hadnât even had any idea, what could he see. I glimpsed at my trembling hand, and realized, just when he spoke again. âLook. At. That. What a beautiful wedding ring. Well, you know, itâs actually so good to see that Mahone has feelings too. But tell me, my dear little bird, has he been man enough to⊠go there?â he asked in a low voice, husky by the suppressed desire. He moved his hip and if I werenât lucky enough to be able to back a few inches, our skin would join.
His eyes jumped back and forth between mines and my lips. My stomach was spinning, and I truly fought not to burst in tears. Somehow, I managed to strengthen my voice to retort.
âAlexanderâs more a man than you could ever hope to beâ I breathed through my teeth, managing myself to look him straight into the eyes.
âThat was meanâ he said in a pitying voice, backing a step. âI wonder if youâd be so harsh if you knew how long Iâve waited for this. Our little shared private moments. You wouldnât behave like this, am I right?â
I didnât answer, only turned my head as sideways as I could.
âWhat if we⊠take this off?â he teased. âAs I see, this is only distracting you. Iâm afraid you wonât enjoy⊠me⊠enough if it keeps disturbing youâ he said, and after that he truly pulled the thing off.
âYou can take my ring, but you never can make me relish anything you doâ I said suddenly, even surprising myself with the strength of my voice. âYouâre a disgusting human being, and if youâve ever wondered why nobody loves you, let me enlighten some things. Youâre incapable of love, Theodore Bagwell. Not with your body, not in your mind. Every touch of you is filled with brutality, violence, and youâre nothing but a filthy rapist whoâŠâ
I could continue, using even stronger and uglier words, but he slapped me so strong I banged my head in the glass, and if it wasnât for my handcuffs, I would surely fall to the ground. âListen here carefullyâ he hissed. I could barely hear him because of the blood rushing through my veins so loudly after the hit. âNow Iâm going to show you, how functional and tender I can be.â
I heard the zipper of his pants opening, but I wasnât strong enough to prepare for the next minutes. I couldnât even open my eyes, only relying on my hearing. But instead of feeling fingers pressing on my neck or hands ripping my clothes off (as I imagined the next things would be) ⊠I heard a crash. A crash like when you break something wooden. Steps, shouting, skin slaps skin. Alexâs voice. Alexâs voice!
I forced myself to open my eyes. It was Mahone, who searched for something around T-Bag. He was lying on the floor with a closed eye and a ripped eyebrow. Just in the same second, Sucré rushed into the room.
âGet this pig out of my sightâ Alex hissed to him just before he could get surprised by the unconscious Theodore Bagwell. Mahoneâs voice echoed firmly in the frozen air. Fernando nodded quietly, while Alex stood up and turned all his attention to me. âIâm here, Y/Nâ he stated, while his shaking hands found the closure of the handcuff, put the key into it and freed me. âAre you hurt? Are you bleeding?â he kept asking.
I couldnât talk, not yet. When my loved one freed my hands, he immediately pulled me close to him, as I burst in tears. Luckily, he kept me by holding my waist, otherwise I would fall to the ground. All the suppressed tension surfaced, and all I was capable of was crying, unstoppably.
âCan you put your arm around my neck?â Mahone asked me softly. âIâll take you out of here.â
I did as he asked, simply let him to carry me anywhere heâd like. Honestly, those few minutes are just blind spots in my mind. All I can remember is his strong arms holding me, tears leaving burning trails on my cheeks, the spicy, aromatic and so familiar scent of Alexâs fragrancy, and his soft tone whispering my ears: âI love you. I love you so much, and nobody could hurt you, ever.â
He found a bedroom empty which we could chose as a temporary shelter. Alex carefully placed me on the sheets, then sat in front of me. My sobbing subsided as I slowly realized that he is the one holding my hand, he is the one breathing with me, and if this is so, nothing else matters.
âY/N, please tell me just one thingâ he asked as he wiped the tears under my eyes. âDid he touch you? Even with one finger?â
âNoâ I breathed so quietly I wasnât even sure if I said out lout. âNo, he was just⊠playingâ I added. Then I realized, what else happened, and the tears which just disappeared a second ago fogged my sight again. âBut Alex, he took my ringâ I looked into his eyes scared. âHe took it off my finger, but I didnât see his hands and I have no idea what he did with it.â
âItâs okayâ he smiled, lifting my chin up. âYouâre fine, and I donât care anything else.â
As I was fighting with guilt and Alex just wanted to pull me close. When I leant to his chest, he placed a long kiss on my forehead.
âCan you forgive me?â he whispered suddenly. I furrowed my brows, but he continued before I could ask what he meant. âI let this monster⊠to be alone with you, to do anything to you⊠and if it wasnât for Michael, he would have done anything.â
âItâs not your fault, Alexâ I ensured him, hugging his chest even closely. âYou couldnât have known. It was a part of their sick gameâ I continued with slightly breaking voice. âYouâre my hero. Truly.â
I felt him taking a deep breath, but the silence remained still. Before any of us could speak again, we heard the door opening. I snapped, stood up frightened, but it was just Sucré smiling shyly.
âI bet this is yoursâ he said and came inside to place some tiny in Mahoneâs hand. He nodded happily and wide smile started to form on his lips, but I was too dizzy yet to realize what is that.
When Fernando left us alone, he looked at me and offered his palm for me as he would ask something.
âShow me your hand.â
I did as he asked, placed my hand upon his, realizing what did our friend find. Alex put the not-so-long-lost ringlet on my finger, just as he did back at our wedding.
All kind of feelings were swirling in my head, but there were two eternally sure thing. Alex by my side and his undying love for me.
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