#alex mahone x Y/N

[fichtner-fics]

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.

[philcoulsonismyhero]

I got tagged by @alex-mahone (thanks!) so here goes...

a - age: 22 b - birthplace: Scotland, specifically Ayrshire in the southwest c - current time: 7:18pm d - drink you last had: Ginger flavoured Pepsi e - easiest person/people to talk to: My flatmate, the Hive Mind, my sisters, my mum, assorted other friends... f - favourite song: Too many to list. But the first random one that comes to mind is ‘The Last Goodbye’ by Billy Boyd, because even though the Hobbit films were meh, that song is such a lovely send off to the whole LotR film franchise. And it’s just pretty. g - grossest memory: This one’s funny-gross: there was this one time I was canoeing on Loch Trool with my friends from this outdoors club. We very quickly ended up swimming (because we tipped each other out of the canoes like the bunch of delinquent teenagers we were), at which point we discovered that the pond weeds in the shallows- and more specifically the lumps of mud held by their roots- made excellent projectiles. A very soggy and smelly mud fight ensued, and at one point my friend draped himself in huge clumps of the stuff and pretended to be a bog monster. It was hilarious, but also gross. h - horror yes or horror no: Nah. I don’t scare easily, which spoils the fun. Horror elements in other genres are good, though. i - in love?: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood is a really good show. j - jealous of people?: Not especially? l - love at first sight or should I walk by again?: I’m too aroace for this question, but fun fact: once I like a character I’ll often start appreciating them aesthetically. But I need to really get to know them first. m - middle name: Katrina, after my older cousin n - number siblings: Two younger sisters (2 years and 6 years younger) o - one wish: This is too broad a question and I can��t think of anything to say. p - person you called last: My middle sister, and we ended up talking for nearly two hours. q - question you are always asked: “So do you like/I’m guessing you like [whatever fandom is on my t-shirt/baseball cap]?” r - reason to smile: I’m going to be seeing a bunch of old friends tomorrow, including one I haven’t seen in ages. Funnily enough, all of the friends in question were on the aforementioned canoeing trip. s - song you sang last: An English translation of ‘Period’ by Chemistry, the 4th FMAB opening. It’s A Jam. t - time you woke up: Some time around midday? I don’t remember. I got to sleep in today for the first time this week, and took full advantage of that. u - underwear colour: This is a weird question. v - vacation destination: I have friends in various parts of America that I’d really love to visit. w - worst habit: I don’t eat or sleep nearly as often or as regularly as I should. x - x-rays: I kicked the bottom of a swimming pool once as a kid and had to get my foot x-rayed to make sure I hadn’t broken anything. y - your favourite food: The macaroni cheese recipe I can make from scratch, probably (says the lactose intolerant person...) z - zodiac sign: Aquarius 

I’m not going to tag anyone, but as usual if you want to do the thing consider yourself tagged!

[captainchilly]

I was tagged by @fraywest. Thanks! :D 

a - age: 21 b - birthplace: miami, florida c - current time: 11:10 am d - drink you last had: water e - easiest person/people to talk to: meghan probs (@crossedvagabond) f - favorite song: Take on the World by You Me at Six g - grossest memory: that time i got really sick for like 7 hours h - horror yes or horror no: nooooooo. i’m a baby. i - in love?: no j - jealous of people?: so many times l - love at first sight or should I walk by again?: love at first sight m - middle name: the most basic one ever: Marie n - number siblings: one o - one wish: to not have to work p - person you called last: meghan (it was on discord but close enough) q - question you are always asked: either how my first name is pronounced or how to spell my last name. r - reason to smile: i’m graduating soon s - song you sang last: Runnin’ Home to You from The Flash t - time you woke up: 8ish am u - underwear colour: beige v - vacation destination: i want to take a cruise in Alaska or in Norway w - worst habit: procrastinating x - x-rays: not besides the standard teeth ones at the dentist y - your favourite food: the blackout cake from the cheesecake factory z - zodiac sign: cancer

I tag @crossedvagabond @alex-mahone @morgimd @loosellps @saaralance

[inkedblueprints-blog]

❛ What are you doing here? ❜

Who Framed Roger Rabbit // Accepting

               ♖ —     That question was fair enough. Michael hadn’t actually thought of an answer   B E F O R E   it was asked because well,   MOST   people didn’t actually ask questions like that even if they thought them. Alex wasn’t most people though. He was the kind of guy that said   E X A C T L Y   what was on his mind. Something that Michael could respect-- it was just too bad that he didn’t have the same amount of respect for Mahone. 

               ❝ I don’t know really--- ❞     The pause accompanied by a casual shrug of shoulders was meant to appear nonchalant but, coming from Scofield it appeared as anything but. The man clearly had something on his mind.   Sona--     the place was a cesspool and it was   N O T   so slowly eating him alive. He wanted out and well, Alex if he could get his head together could   ONLY   be an asset in that escape plan.     ❝ Guess I was just checking to see what your head looked like but, judging by... ❞     Motioning towards the way his fists kept tightening around the bar that he clung to for dear life Michael shook his head.     ❝ Judging by that I think I got my answer. ❞     And that was yet another reason not to let him in on the     P L A N.     Never trust a junkie and right now Alexander Mahone was a junkie coming clean in the worst way possible. 

[fichtner-fics]

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 I’ve written this based on 4x21, the episode called Rates of Exhange. And, to be honest I’m quite happy with this one. Not exactly the first part (some lines I’ve borrowed in whole from the serie😬), but the ending! I hope you’ll like it too! ✨

Sorry for it took so long (meaning here every request I’m indebted to you with), but I’m so so thankful for your patience and request and feedbacks ofc!! 

[gifs are not mine; I can’t get over how they complete each other😆]

Basically, the whole team minus T-Bag and myself was out on the field, trying to fight against Krantz and Michael’s mother at the same time. It turned out that it wasn’t 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 – or at least in Krantz’s opinion and give the Scylla to him.

I was so naïve, 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 wasn’t at least me dead or the Scylla in Krantz’s hands.

I realized that it’s going to be not so okay, when the General phoned Michael, giving him an ultimate. Of course, it turned out shortly that there weren’t 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 couldn’t 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.

“Theodore, I promise you, if you let me go, I will stand by your side at the court. I’ll tell them you saved my life. Even Alex will be so grateful… just take me back to him” I started pleading desperately, but with a fairly strong voice. I couldn’t help but wincing when he suddenly stepped close in front of me, with his face inches from mine.

“You know, all these past times, I’ve always been so… so jealous! You get what I mean, right? Look at you, precious little girl” his eyes nearly scanned me through as he stopped for a moment, disgustingly licking his lips, “being married to that… dull, fuddy-duddy policeman. Don’t ya really think I won’t have myself a little fun, when it’s only the two of us?”

“I know that you don’t have the best relationship with Alex” I said immediately. I felt I had to talk, unless he would touch me or do even worse things to me. “But if you let me go, if you take me back to him, he won’t be ungrateful, trust me.”

“Oh, I don’t wanna hurt you. I wanna hurt him. And unfortunately, the only thing which can be hurtful for him is you being hurt. But don’t worry. You’ll be returned in one piece. Only in a little… used… piece” he winked at me, and my stomach flipped.

“Please, Teddy” 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 couldn’t 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.

“We’re gonna finish sooner than you would recognise, my dear” 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.

“Oh, look at that” Theodore smirked suddenly. At first, I hadn’t even had any idea, what could he see. I glimpsed at my trembling hand, and realized, just when he spoke again. “Look. At. That. What a beautiful wedding ring. Well, you know, it’s 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?” he asked in a low voice, husky by the suppressed desire. He moved his hip and if I weren’t 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.

“Alexander’s more a man than you could ever hope to be” I breathed through my teeth, managing myself to look him straight into the eyes.

“That was mean” he said in a pitying voice, backing a step. “I wonder if you’d be so harsh if you knew how long I’ve waited for this. Our little shared private moments. You wouldn’t behave like this, am I right?”

I didn’t answer, only turned my head as sideways as I could.

“What if we… take this off?” he teased. “As I see, this is only distracting you. I’m afraid you won’t enjoy… me… enough if it keeps disturbing you” he said, and after that he truly pulled the thing off.

“You can take my ring, but you never can make me relish anything you do” I said suddenly, even surprising myself with the strength of my voice. “You’re a disgusting human being, and if you’ve ever wondered why nobody loves you, let me enlighten some things. You’re incapable of love, Theodore Bagwell. Not with your body, not in your mind. Every touch of you is filled with brutality, violence, and you’re nothing but a filthy rapist who…”

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 wasn’t for my handcuffs, I would surely fall to the ground. “Listen here carefully” he hissed. I could barely hear him because of the blood rushing through my veins so loudly after the hit. “Now I’m going to show you, how functional and tender I can be.”

I heard the zipper of his pants opening, but I wasn’t strong enough to prepare for the next minutes. I couldn’t 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. Alex’s voice. Alex’s 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.

“Get this pig out of my sight” Alex hissed to him just before he could get surprised by the unconscious Theodore Bagwell. Mahone’s voice echoed firmly in the frozen air. Fernando nodded quietly, while Alex stood up and turned all his attention to me. “I’m here, Y/N” he stated, while his shaking hands found the closure of the handcuff, put the key into it and freed me. “Are you hurt? Are you bleeding?” he kept asking.

I couldn’t 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.

“Can you put your arm around my neck?” Mahone asked me softly. “I’ll take you out of here.”

I did as he asked, simply let him to carry me anywhere he’d 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 Alex’s fragrancy, and his soft tone whispering my ears: “I love you. I love you so much, and nobody could hurt you, ever.”

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.

“Y/N, please tell me just one thing” he asked as he wiped the tears under my eyes. “Did he touch you? Even with one finger?”

“No” I breathed so quietly I wasn’t even sure if I said out lout. “No, he was just… playing” I added. Then I realized, what else happened, and the tears which just disappeared a second ago fogged my sight again. “But Alex, he took my ring” I looked into his eyes scared. “He took it off my finger, but I didn’t see his hands and I have no idea what he did with it.”

“It’s okay” he smiled, lifting my chin up. “You’re fine, and I don’t care anything else.”

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.

“Can you forgive me?” he whispered suddenly. I furrowed my brows, but he continued before I could ask what he meant. “I let this monster… to be alone with you, to do anything to you… and if it wasn’t for Michael, he would have done anything.”

“It’s not your fault, Alex” I ensured him, hugging his chest even closely. “You couldn’t have known. It was a part of their sick game” I continued with slightly breaking voice. “You’re my hero. Truly.”

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.

“I bet this is yours” he said and came inside to place some tiny in Mahone’s 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.

“Show me your hand.”

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.

[fichtner-fics]

Brotherly Care (Alex Mahone)

Request: Hi, can I request a alex x reader, they together but in secret, and the reader is Michael sister and they have to share a hotel room and Michael caught them together (if you write smut) our something please <3

Warnings: none (I hope at least)

A/N: Sorry it’s a shorter one now. I hope it’s like what you had in mind, thank you for the request ❤ [gif’s not mine]

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I was sitting on the bed, turning my back to the door while struggling with the clips of my bra. I wanted to change clothes before Alex came in, and I was already wearing the lower part of my PJ’s, but the little metal hook just stuck. Suddenly I heard the door creaking.

“May I help you, miss?” I heard Alex’s sweet voice whispering in my ears. Wide smile ran through my lips, but I didn’t say anything, only nodded. He unhooked the cloth just within a sec, and while placing it in my palm, he pressed a light kiss on my neck.

“Thank you” I breathed.

“Are you sure you have to put that on?” Mahone asked when he was already laying at his side, watching me pulling my head through the PJ shirt.

“What are you trying to say… mister?” I asked back smiling, when I was ready and leaning on my elbow only a few centimetres away from his face.

“Oh, nothing” he laughed. “Liked the view, though” he added. He leant towards me; his lips found mines. We kissed each other passionately, then, while I was drowning in my feelings and in his love, Alex suddenly changed on our position. I laid down with him upon my body, keeping him close with a desperate and tight hug. I really enjoyed us finally being able to be ourselves, not having to hide our feelings.

Few minutes later Mahone pulled away, but stayed close in the same time, just staring at me, smiling. I cupped his face with my palm and smiled back.

“What?” I asked happily.

“I’m so thankful for you, Y/N” he whispered, while leaning towards me again. I barely could whisper a quiet “I love you”, before Alex kissed me again.

Just when his lips touched mines, we heard the door opening, and right after my brother, Michael’s voice.

“Y/N, haven’t you seen the…”

Things happened fast. When we heard the sounds, Alex lifted his head up, just to look Michael in his eyes. Mike stopped in his track, and when I sit up too, I could see his big, surprised eyes, his mouth fallen in surprise.

“I’m… sorry” he murmured, and immediately turning his back on us, leaving the room and closing the door behind himself. I rolled my eyes, swallowed back some nasty cursing, then I started to get out of the bed.

“Where are you going?” Alex asked while I searched for my slippers.

“Talk to him” I answered.

Lucky for me, Michael haven’t got so far. He was at the middle of the corridor when I closed the door behind myself.

“Mike” I called him. He immediately stopped but didn’t turn. “I’m sorry” I apologized standing in front of him.

“Since when?” he asked shortly.

“For half a year now” I replied. Michael scoffed then sighed deeply.

“Y/N, he’s a fed. An agent. What were you thinking?” he started to account me.

“He was a fed, but now he’s with us, whether you like it or not” I barked, but I gave myself a second to calm down, and only then continued. “Look. I know you don’t really like him. I know you had your affairs and I know what he was supposed to do you. But don’t forget what happened to him because of the Company and what led him into your team.”

“That’s different” Michael shook his head.

“Why?” I asked back. “Alex is a good man. And I’m sorry you had to figure it out this way, but I love him. I trust him and… I trust you too. Even if you don’t admit it yourself, there’s a reason you accepted him, a reason why you let him join. People change.” I added, but for now, I was finished with my speech. Michael was just staring at me, his eyes sparkling from the thoughts spinning in his head.

“I believe you” he said finally. “And if you’re happy, I’m happy” he smiled slightly. Relieved sigh left my lips then I hugged him tightly.

[fichtner-fics]

Stronger Together (Alex Mahone)

Request: anon asked “Can I request a Mahone x Reader, like they come go sleep and talk and super fluff please? <3″

Warnings: slight panic-attack (I would say), hard crying, spoilers ofc

A/N: Thank you for your request, dear anon! ❤ To be fair, this was chronologically the latest demand I got, but I was just working on the translation of one of my stories, and this (in my opinion... I hope😂) can be a proper story for this request. I hope it’s not too dark for the one you had in mind. 😐

[gif’s from here💙 thank you!!]

Context: Maybe now it needs some explanation. You know there is this scene when Lang and Sullins free Alex from Sona then he gets a room in a motel (?? or something, I have no idea, I should have taken notes when I rewatched it previously) before they get him to testify. So, here Y/N is the one who frees him, and they stay in this motel room together. AAAAND ACTION!

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While Alex was having a shower, I made the bed and took my PJ’s in my hands. And I was thinking. All the time, to be honest. He was out of Sona, yeah, but nothing ended here, not at all. I had no idea what was coming at us, but I could imagine. Tons of paperworks, endless stream of trials, work-all-night type of sleeplessness.

I was just staring in front of me when I sensed some movement in the corner of my eyes. Alex was ready, then he stepped at the door sill. He put on an old grey T-shirt and a pair of shorts to serve as his pyjamas. I smiled at him – I loved how amazing he in anything.

“Do you feel better?” I asked when I stepped in front of him. I cupped his freshly shaved cheeks in my palms.

“The shower helped” he nodded. I felt honestly happy for him, and I gave him a short kiss.

“Lay down, get some sleep” I asked before I let him go. Alex immediately shook his head, as if I said something disturbing.

“I’ll wait for you” he declared firmly.

“Well, then just get into bed” I asked for the last time before I headed towards the bathroom. And, I added just in mind, it wouldn’t bother me if you fell asleep.

Well, of course, it didn’t happen. Coming back from the bathroom I found Alex tucked in, the lights were on and his eyes were (tired, but) open.

“I see you chose a side” I laughed.

“Since I was faster” he murmured. His voice was dim because the duvet he pulled straight up to his nose, and husky because the sleepiness.

I happily laid next to him, and for a short moment all I could do was stare at him. Then I started softly caressing his face, with only my fingertips touching his skin.

“Thank you, Y/N” he whispered suddenly. There was everything in these three words. His sleepy, but always beautiful ocean-blue eyes found mines.

“Nobody can hurt you anymore. I won’t let them” I replied confidently. Alex gave me a bleak smile, but then he shortly fell asleep. I stayed much longer awake, holding him, leaning on my elbows. Slowly my feelings started overflowing me. I was so proud of myself for being able to stay strong for such a long time (since I got him outside of Sona, all I wanted to do was crying, but there just were not time for that), but seeing all the signs with my own eyes just hit differently. And all of them were only the scratches outside.

Mahone’s whole body was shaking when we met again at the gate. He lost so much weight but grew almost a beard and his hair got so long. On all his skin there were plenty of cuts, scars, burned spots… I couldn’t imagine what happened to his soul, if his body suffered this much.

I sighed deeply, then looked at my love sleeping tight next to me. Alex turned to the other side, all I could see was his back. I leant into his freshly washed, fragrant hair, then pressed a light kiss on his neck. Tears started to fill my eyes, and I felt falling, drowning into my black, desperate thoughts and I could breathe less and less. I needed some fresh air, but because I didn’t want to leave Mahone sleeping alone, I stood in front of the widely opened window. It was a cool summer night; the slightly cold air was perfect for my ruffled nerves.

Suddenly other things came to my mind. What’s going to happen next? How long will I be capable to be the shoulder he needs? How the hell could I go with him to the trials, and twiddle my thumbs while the court destroys him? And that only will be the beginning. We must find a way to live in safety, at least only for a short period of time. Establishing a family, having kids and living a normal life were things I just wasn’t brave enough to think of. My palms got wet, anxiety beat me, and I burst in crying. I immediately shut up my mouth with my hand, and I only could pray that I didn’t wake Mahone. I was so angry at myself – if I won’t let myself fall, if I stay strong, as I had been before, it wouldn’t have happened at all.

I had no idea how long I stood there tearing, sniffling, fighting with anxiety at the window, but suddenly I saw some movement from the bed’s direction.

“Hey, you okay?” Alex asked as he walked towards me. I froze, at first couldn’t even opened my mouth.

“Yeah, I just couldn’t…” I wanted to say, but at that time Mahone was standing straight in front of me and when he saw my tear-soaked face, he immediately pulled me into his hug.

“I’m here” he murmured. “Tell me, what’s going on, please.”

“I should be the one who hugs you, comforting you and telling sweet words into your ears!” Words just broke out of my mind. “Speak about that everything is going to be okay and letting you to lean on me. I should support you, keep you, not… not the other way” I rambled rapidly in one breath, with shaking voice and hurting throat. “You’ve seen so much terrible things in the past, you’re in a condition that I must… and, Alex…”

When I looked upon him with teary, desperate eyes I saw he didn’t quite know why I was over the edge, but there was zero chance for a more bracing explanation. I put my arms around his waist, and burying my head into his chest, I started to cry again. There was so much amount of fear inside me I couldn’t tell. If it wasn’t for him, I surely would have fallen to the ground. I just hold onto him, stronger and stronger as it would be enough for erasing everything happened in the past months, hours and minutes.

Mahone was quiet for some time, he only pressed kisses into my hair, but it wasn’t for too long before he started soothing me.

“Don’t cry, please” he whispered. “Take deep breaths, like this” he said, and started to act as he said, like he was showing an example for me. I followed him, and few very-very long minutes later I felt a tiny bit better. I lifted my head from his chest, which was soaking in tears as well, and I shyly let him wipe my wet, swollen face.

“What made you... explode like this, honey?” Mahone whispered.

“I was thinking about what happened with you inside” I explained in a staccato voice. “And about… future. What is our future? Will we ever have… family?”

As the powerful f-word left my mouth, Alex’s eyes got wider. I clearly saw the facts clicking together inside his head.

“There are thousands of things to do” I continued, “and I have absolutely no idea, what should I do first. I must arrange the trial; I must defend you. I have to hold on, to be the stronger one, because…” My voice shook again, but there was only one thing I wanted to say, so I went on. “Because I can’t expose you to all of this. You’ve got enough.” I finished my speech, but fixed my eyes on his neck and chest, because I didn’t dare to look into his eyes.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” he asked in a tight little voice. “I get you some water” he said, but when he wanted to let me go, I tightened my hug.

“Don’t you just start serving me” I countered immediately. “Just… I’m sorry for the drama.”

“What dra…” he started to bark, but he stopped and sighed deeply instead. “Okay, listen to me carefully” Alex lifted my chin. “I have no idea, where all this is from, like, fighting alone, but nobody has even thought about anything like that.”

“I know that without mentioning, that’s evident, because t…” I wanted to protest immediately, but he raised his voice and didn’t let me to interrupt.

“You can’t carry this whole damn globe on your shoulder” Mahone said slowly, quietly but strictly. “You’re the strongest woman on the Earth. But even you can’t do this alone. Apart none of us could. But let me tell you something amazing. We don’t have to do this apart” he smiled softly.

I put my right palm on his cheek, and when Alex laid his head a bit, I pulled him close. His forehead touched mine, and almost our lips touched too. I was just listening him breathing slowly, rhythmically. I closed my eyes.

“I’m afraid for you” I breathed. Alex slowly pressed a feather-light kiss on my lips, his skin barely touching mine. Shivering ran down my spine.

“I’m afraid for you, too” he replied after pulling away. “And I was worried during those three terrible weeks when I had no idea about the outer world, and I will be worried in the times ahead. But therefore, we must strengthen each other. Do this all together.”

While he was talking, he swiped my tears away again, then he looked at me confidently. That was the first moment after the past weeks when I saw the strong, determined agent in his gaze again.

[fichtner-fics]

More Than This (Alex Mahone)

Request: Could you do a Alex Mahone x Reader love/hate relationship? And a angst/fluff? (They end together)

Warnings: swearing, argue, mention of blood and death

A/N: I got my first request for a story, yay! Thank you so much, dear anon!! To be honest, I have NEVER written fighting/arguing scene in my life, I guess because basically I’m a conflict-avoiding type-o-person. I hope it’s not that terrible, and you had something like this in mind. 🥺 Tell me what you think. ✨💕 [well this came out longer than I expected, sorry😂 ; GIF’s not mine]

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We were working on a long and difficult case in the office. It started for 3 weeks now, and though we saw the light at the end of the tunnel, the great breakthrough, the final piece, the last clue was missing. We got that on one afternoon, to be exact, a phone call came in to Alex Mahone’s office, who was the leader of our team.

To be honest, I had no clue where we were with him. We had the potential to fight even about the tiniest details, but we shared some great laughs and kind moments as well. These few times were just enough for me to completely fall for him. His beautiful blue eyes mesmerized me, his smile (when he smiled at least) was wide and honest, and he looked just breathtaking in his sunglasses. I was his inferior for three years now, just enough time for develop strong and desperate feelings. This was the reason why our arguments broke me every single time.

When the call came in, Mahone immediately gathered us in the common room to give us some vision how the raid was going to take place. Everybody got their tasks in order, and I wasn’t too nervous when he left me for last. Much more when it turned out why he did that. Alex asked me to stay in the office just to hold the fort, as he said. I got some pity tasks like follow them on the radar, stay in touch with the center, but come on, they were going to the field. At first I hadn’t found my words, and when I was ready to reply angrily, they were far gone and I was left alone – for about the seventh time in the past one-and-half or two years. Alex just didn’t let me go to the field – and this was one of the main reasons why we were fighting about the most.

Today was the moment when I got enough. I took the keys of my car, got in and headed straight forward to the abandoned storage where they were assuming the location of our suspect. After my arrival and check-in, things happened fast. At the first moment I was walking quietly in the subdued light of a corridor, and at the next I suddenly heard Alex’s scream, then he jumped, pushed me to the ground and some shots were fired too. I realized only several moments later, when he asked for ambulance in the built-in microphone of his vest, that he saved me from the bullet of the killer. He didn’t left me alone but he didn’t talk to me either as we walked down the corridor. My hands were shaking, my shoulder on which I landed was on fire, and he gave a shit about me. Halfway we met the medical team. Alex told them in a few words what happened, then he left us alone – and me, broken.

  After being showed out by some medical technicians, I was given a huge aluminium foil against the cold and the potential shock. They checked my blood pressure, my pupils, and an ambulance man examined my shoulder too. I couldn’t really move my left arm, but at the time that was the last thing I cared.

My eyes were following Mahone as he walked up and down in the parking lot, while speaking on the phone. My heart was aching even more than my shoulder. I cursed myself for all the things I felt for that man, and at the moment I hated everything. I hated the way he could weaken me so that I’d give anything for him, his shiny, beautiful ocean-blue eyes, that could see right through anybody, that could burn in anger and even laugh sincerely when his lips were laughing too.

I thought if I follow them, though I act controversary his demand, the help would be greater, that nothing matters what were before – who the hell would have thought that it could turn out this bad.

When Alex finished his conversation, my heart jumped. I truly hoped he cared enough to come and check on me, but that didn’t happened. I got enough, stood up and walked to him.

  “I don’t want to talk to you” he said coldly when he saw me, not even looking into my eyes. I literally froze.

“Excuse me?” I asked back, but I was too late. “Alex, for God’s sake, would you listen to me for just one time? Please?” I yelled firmly as he turned his back on me, as he did for millions of times. He stopped for a sec, and I frankly thought he were about turning back – but this wasn’t happened. Alex walked straight away towards his car, as there was no one trying to talk to him, nobody broken and confused.

  Some colleagues of mine were kind enough to drive me back to our office an hour later. Just in the second when I stepped into the common room, an other one, who got back earlier than us, told me that Mahone was raving and wanted to see me as soon as possible. I sighed, thanked her the information, and looked towards the door of our boss. I knew it was going to be long and loud, so as I walked I tried preparing my soul for anything and everything I was going to get.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he started immediately as I entered in his office. I hadn’t even had time to close the door, neither to look around the room. At first I wasn’t sure from where his voice was coming.

“Well, next time you should wait until the door is closed before you start shouting someone’s head off” I replied sarcastically. “I’m glad to know that you want to talk to me now.” I added.

“You disobeyed my order” Mahone continued, without replying to what I said. He stood at his desk in front of the huge windows.

“What?” I barked. It was more than enough. “What order are you talking about?”

“I asked you one thing. One” he held up his pointing finger, almost lightnings were striking from his eyes. “Stay right here, next to your computer, not making any trouble. And what did you do? Followed us. And then? Almost got shot without any goddamn bulletproof west. Do you understand that, Y/N? Do you hear what I‘m saying?”

Alex was so angry I have never had seen him before. He was yelling, but when he cursed (for the umpteenth time of that day) he lowered his voice so, that it was almost just a hissing. He ran his fingers through his hair as he made some steps around the room. I truly couldn’t believe what was happening.

“I’m sorry, mister, you must confuse me with your assistant” I replied angrily. “I just did what is my job.”

“Your job is to investigate, not to play a heroine” he said storming. “I said what I said because I judged this situation was not for your capabilities. And, amazingly, I was right.”

“You knew I was capable, either way you wouldn’t choose me in the first place for this position” I replied. “And if you’re curious, I’ll never ever sit in my chair with my arms folded until you solve cases in the street. I’m a part of this team,” I pointed towards the door, “just like anybody else in this office, whether you like it or not. Oh, and if you may did forget that, you made me a part of this. You knew I could bear this.”

“And by being the part of the team, you must do what I say.” he added. “What do you think would happen if I’m not here? You would still lie there, frozen in… in your own blood.”

His voice shook, but I wasn’t sure if I heard it well. I just stood there, feeling like someone who got a ton of boiling water in her neck.

“He was dangerous” Alex explained slowly after a short silence. He emphasized every single word separately, as I was a stupid 5-years-old, who were incapable of understanding what the adult is saying.

“Thank you, I participated in the whole investigation, at least when you let me. How the hell I’m supposed to progress if you push me back behind working desks?” I asked sharply. “If I wanted to fill in charts and write reports, I would apply to the office next to yours. But tell me if I should leave and change, I’ll do it happily.”

Heavy, tense silence sat on the little room. Alex was leaning against his desk, looking at his feet. My eyes were staring this man standing in front of me, trying to figure out what was he thinking about.

“I thought we were more than this” I said suddenly in a lowered, disappointed voice. “And you know what, I thought we could be more than this.” I added, not caring about anything at all anymore. If he understood, he did, but if not… that didn’t matter either. “Are we done?” I spoke again, because Mahone didn’t say anything. I waited for a long minute, but he stayed silent. I scoffed sarcastically. “You’re insane” I murmured under my breath, then without caring anything I turned and walked towards the door.

Suddenly, when there were only a few steps left and my palm was already on the handle, I felt fingers carefully touching my wrist and pulling me backwards. I got so surprised that I couldn’t realize what was happening until I found myself in Mahone’s hug. I felt one of his hands around my waist, the other cupped my face and pulled me close to him. All this movements happened in a split second, and the next thing I felt was Alex, as he pressed his lips onto mines. We were kissing for minutes, fast and wild at the first time, but as we were calming down our movements were slowing as well. My fingers were stroking his neck, finding their ways into his sand-coloured hair. Mahone’s strong hands held me tightly – for which I was grateful, either way I would fly far away in the air. Though I was filled with feelings and confusion, slowly every piece found its place.

“I can’t lose you” he whispered on my lips desperately after pulling away. “I lost my wife, my kid… I can’t take your loss too. Please.”

My eyes started getting filled with tears, my hands trembled, and I felt myself as weak as never. I had no idea how he felt – I wouldn’t even dare to imagine that he may shared my feelings.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” I asked when I got my voice back. His face was now far enough I could look into his eyes, while softly stroking his cheeks. His blue gaze was almost frightened, jumping fast from my eyes back to my lips. “You must have seen that it wouldn’t be… platonic.” I smiled upon Alex in hopes that it may calm him a little bit.

“I didn’t want to pull you down. You deserve someone better, someone who’s not a complete… wreck… and I thought maybe if I’m strict enough with you, your feelings pass and you could give space for someone else…”

“I don’t need anybody else” I shook my head. “Alex, how… oh God. Instead of you, who could figure out what’s going on in my mind even from a few words and my look?” my smile widened, and finally I saw some happiness on Mahone’s face as well.

“Do you have any idea how you scared me?” he asked and became serious again straight away. I lowered my eyes. “I’ll change, I swear. But... promise me you’ll never do this again. And you’ll stay. With me.”

“I promise” I said quietly and as certain as I could. As Mahone gave a small kiss on my forehead, I tried to realize what just happened.