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[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.

[knivesovt]

“ this wasn’t your fault.” || From @spilledblood for Sophia || alexander mahone.

          How long had it been since she had seen that familiar face? Aside from the hallucinations ( and nightmares ) that often plagued her fragile mind. Part of her thought that this moment was just another one -- her imagination getting the best of her yet again. Her stomach felt like it was turning over, a certain tightness in her neck as she stared at the ghost of Rick Grimes once more.  His words caused her eyes to fall shut, willing herself to believe them as best as she could. There were so many nights that Sophia had cried herself to sleep, wishing that things had gone different that fateful day, out in those woods. But she had been chased by another walker, forced off of her trail back to the highway. And here she was, what seemed like years later, staring at Rick Grimes as if no time had passed at all. He looked a little different -- more grey and rugged, aged from the hardships that this world had to offer.            “ It really does feel that way . . . like everything could have been prevented if I had just stayed there. If I had just waited . . . ”

[opheliasbrokenmind]

Hey darling! I hope you're doing well. 💙 It's quite a basic idea, but could you write a headcanon about how Mahone would comfort you when having a panic/anxiety attack or something? We all need some fluff and cuteness and comfort from our dearest blue-eyed agent I guess. ✨ Thank you, and have an amazing day!!

sorry it took me a while to answer but i really enjoyed writing, i hope you enjoy reading it as well! i’m not sure if that’s what you’ve asked for, i didn’t want to trigger anyone so i just chose to write a character with light panic instead of a panic attack. thank you for requesting and always feel free to send me an ask <3

‘I don’t know what I’m going to do, oh God.’ You whined as you scanned the papers in front of you. Alex stopped reading the book you recommended him a few days ago and looked at you, ‘What’s wrong, love?’

‘I’ll mess everything and this will be my last presentation.’ You answered, talking mostly to yourself and didn’t notice him as he got up from the comfortable couch and walked to your desk. ‘Is there anything I can do to help you? Just tell me the problem.’

‘I don’t feel ready at all, Alex. Maybe I shouldn’t have started this postgraduate thing in the first place.’ You sighed and you felt him moving around you until he was standing behind your chair, his big hands resting on your shoulders.

‘I know how much you like learning, y/n. You’re preparing for this for days and we both know you’ll be one of the best tomorrow morning. Even if you fail, that’s not an end, you can always make it up next time. Now, why don’t you just let me help you?’

His words sounded true and you closed your eyes as his rough fingers started to knead your tired muscles. You let out a soft sigh and he smiled, ‘That’s better, huh?’ You nodded and he continued, focusing on you and thinking of ways to help you relax.

‘I’ll make some tea, okay? God knows how much coffee you drank this week.’ He said and you rolled your eyes playfully, ‘That’s funny coming from you, Agent Mahone. You literally function with coffee.’ He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek, ‘What can I say, I’m getting old, honey.’

‘You’re just thirty-five!’ You protested as he walked to the kitchen to make some tea, it never felt like there was a huge difference between your ages. ‘And you’re not even twenty-five!’ Alex shouted back and you got up with his words, making your way to the kitchen. ‘I’ll be, soon and I like the fact that you’re wiser than me.’

‘Oh and here I was, thinking you were the smart one with all of your university work.’ He turned to you as you waited for the water to boil. ‘I’m just book smart but you are doing what you believe is the right thing to do.’ He grabbed two cups and placed them on the counter, ‘And I like impressing you with my stories.’ You chuckled lightly, starting to calm down as he talked to you. ‘Did you mean making me worry even more?’ You asked and looked at him, he was safe at home, with you. At work, he was this cold man with a sharp suit but at home, he was in peace. You liked the way he looked, careless and beautiful.

‘Something caught your eye?’ He asked and took a step closer to you, you responded with resting your head on his chest, his strong, muscular arms holding your waist and pulling you closer to himself. ‘You catch my eye every single time.’

‘Mmh, my baby is sweet tonight, isn’t she?’ You smiled and looked up at him, he knew how much you enjoyed the sweet names he called you. ‘When I’m not?’ With that, he chuckled, remembering all those times you stood up against him and teased him mercilessly.

Then you sat to the kitchen table, enjoying the silence and drinking hot tea. ‘You can make the presentation to me, you know. Think of me as your professor.’ Alex offered and it sounded like a good idea. You brought your papers and stood up, speaking wildly as he sat still, his attention all on you. The way your eyes shined with passion, the silky sound of your voice brushing his ears softly.

‘Did you like it, professor?’ You asked as you finished and offered him a smile. ‘Let me think.’ He teased so you leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, ‘Please, take your time.’ You whispered and he smiled widely, ‘You know you can’t kiss your professor like that, right??’

[f-reedm-inds]

SPOILERS ALERT!

these are my reviews on most of the prison break characters. part 2! read part 1 before this. if u want. thanks.

so, here we are. REMEMBER! if you’re watching prison break or you haven’t seen it yet but you’re planning on doing so, don’t read these. if you’ve seen it all, then hi, these are my thoughts on some of the characters of this incredible show. i know this post is probably gonna flop, but idc. i wrote these because i have a deep love for this show and i wanted to share it. so, we finished with lincoln jr. in the last post, now let’s continue with

henry pope

this man??????? this man is one of my favorites!!!!!!!!!! i know i say this a lot about prison break’s characters but he really is!!!!!! i care about him a lot. he’s the ultimate man of law. i’m 100% positive he’d be a great grandpa. i know that’s random but i guess i just want him as my grandpa. so sad that micheal ruined his career. he’s perfect and i love him.

veronica donovan

........ she tried all her best and paid with her life for all of the investigations she was doing for linc. she’s a great character. i care for her and seeing her die made me really sad. i expected it but i didn’t at the same time, u kno?

john abruzzi

he’s not a great man, okay. we all know it. he has done many horrible things, one of them being cutting micheal’s finger toe. that was not cute. fuck i hated him for that. but i also cried when he died ...... so much. i knew he was too focused on that fibonacci thing and that that obsession would only get him to bad places. 

“i kneel only to god. i don’t see him here.” let me just say!!!!! that last line was deep. like reaaally deeeeep. i screamed “NO SHUT THE FUCK UP THEY’RE GONNA KILL YOU YOU DUMBASS FUCK YOU” when i first saw it. he didn’t listen to me tho. he decided to die instead.

don self

this guy makes me soooooo angry. I liked him at first! he even earned my trust. but turns out he’s a big asshole. he hurt my feelings. imagine me instead of micheal in the gif above. that’s what i’m doing in my mind. 

david apolskis

tweener.. cutie. okay, let’s be honest: he made mistakes. many. but let’s also remember that his actions were only determined by the need of protecting himself. never forget that. he was young and had no one. he had such a shitty life, which he didn’t deserve at all. alexander mahone, oh how i love you, but oh how i hated you for killing him. that wasn’t necessary. he was just a kid with a life that was forced on him and that he didn’t choose. i love him. also, he’s hot.

aldo burrows

uhm.. i liked this man. even tho we don’t see much of him, i liked him. he didn’t make the best decisions for his children, but he tried to change the future he had with them. alexander mahone, here we are again. fuck you killed a lot of characters i loved in this tv show. how do i love you the way i do? who knows. yes, i cried seeing this man die (i know i may seem like i cry a lot but honestly it’s just prison break ..... nothing makes me cry like prison break. i sound insane, huh? am i? probably). you can’t blame me tho, he was killed right after he reunited with both of his children. that’s brutal.

christina rose scofield

ooooooh my god. i hate this woman. from the bottom of my heart, fuck you christina. you had the chance to have the most incredible sons and you screwed that up. your loss. let’s all bow down to sara for killing this one.

TO BE CONTINUED! see ya in part 3! yes, this post is long. i’m sorry (i’m really not).

part 3: https://f-reedm-inds.tumblr.com/post/183126886824/spoilers-alert-these-are-my-thoughts-on-most-of

[niennavalier]

This sounds stupidly random but this episode made me miss Alex? There’s a reason, I swear, and it’s something that this episode brought back to mind.

The whole conversation between Sara and Jacob. Like, it’s super easy to dislike him, especially cause I’m pretty sure everyone here ships Sara and Michael (of course). And there’s things that make it seem like he’s gonna be working against them, which ...yeah I want, too. But like...his whole speech about game theory? And about how that can twist a man’s morals? For as much as I do believe in Michael being a good man (duh, how can I not be totally in love with him?)...Jacob does have a point. Just hear me out.

I get the argument that he’s just trying to skew Sara away from wanting to help Michael (also perfectly plausible) but he raises valid arguments that have a lot to do with the themes of the show - actually it’s a lot of what Wentworth has said of Michael in this new season, especially if you watch the stuff from SDCC 2016. It’s literally the same thing. And it’s not even a new thing either.

And now for my pitch for why I really think it would’ve been interesting to have Alexander Mahone back for this season.

I think I read somewhere that the reason they didn’t bring him back because they didn’t have any new story for him. Even though I think he’s pretty much the only character who spanned more than one season in a major capacity and isn’t dead? (ie, Bellick, who spanned more than two seasons but died, or McGrady, who is an alive main but was only around for a season...or Gretchen who...did we ever find out what happened to her? IDK is she still in the Florida prison? Anyway...) But I’m pretty sure they first introduced Alex as being basically a parallel to Michael.

Here’s a link to a post I reblogged a while back that has a quote from Wentworth about this.

Or here’s the quote itself straight off that post (I just recommend clicking the link because nice gifs, right?):

“I think Mahone is a reflection, whether Michael realizes it or not, of what he could one day be.  If he continues to walk down this very dark road, Michael might wind up very much the man that Mahone is today; someone who started out as a good man doing good things and then became a good man doing questionable things and then became a questionable man doing evil things.” - Wentworth Miller

It’s kinda what I’ve always thought was interesting about Alex, the fact they’re so alike and so different at the same time. That they have these parallel journeys, just offset by a few years. I mean, I just refound a gifset of that scene in season 3 (not everyone’s favorite season, I know, but still) of Alex telling Michael to go for the kneecap, and Michael responding with the question about fighting dirty being his secret. (right here!) It’s weird looking at it now, knowing that Michael is now the one with this “deadly new set of skills” in this season.

It seems like Michael’s the one who’s used to “fighting dirty” now.

But in the original run, we never really saw this parallel come to fruition. Michael was never forced into positions where he had to go past being “a good man doing questionable things”, I guess is what I’m getting at. Now that the years have passed, though, and he’s been off doing whatever, it seems like we’re seeing the rest of that path (or some form of it, because I and the audience would find it hard to ever think of Michael as anything but a good man). Regardless, things are different now. His journey more fully parallels the one Alex would’ve had pre-season 2, at least in some ways.

Which is why I think it’d be really interesting to actually have Alex on at some point. Because through the original run, he basically walks that path backward, the way I see it. Comparing him in season 2 to season 4, he ends up more like Michael. Still more ruthless, but not at all his season 2 self. And given that we don’t have a plot for him, I’m assuming it’s safe to say he’s still on that side of this road, I guess, a lot like his season 4 self. So I just think that if he was on, to get to see that contrast of these two fairly similar people who have followed parallel paths and now ended up in...basically the opposite position to how they met, in a way, would be fascinating. As an audience, for sure (or at least, for me) but also maybe for the characters? I think it’s something Alex would recognize from having gone through it himself, and something of a shock for Michael to suddenly be...seeing it from the other side, I suppose.

I mean, two really smart guys (I like the gifset that types then as Ravenclaws because A) I agree and B) house pride) who are (presumably, at least in Michael’s case at the moment until canon clears things up) being forced to do awful things by some big bad organization lest their families be hurt (again, presumably for Michael, but I’d say that’s more than reasonable even at this point). Both good men with good intentions to start who end up getting their hands dirtier and dirtier in the process. And the path this takes them both down. I mean, it’s a cool parallel. (also, that quote seems weirdly prophetic now even though it’s probably 10+ years old).

And, again, I get they didn’t have a story for Alex, and it wouldn’t necessarily be worth bringing him back in absence of that. I wouldn’t want him there solely for the purpose of propping up Michael’s arc. Absolutely not. But it’s just a ramble of thoughts that’ve been stewing around in my head for a while, and what Jacob said actually brought it back to mind.

(Just to recap, so no one hates me: no, I don’t even particularly like Jacob - if he’s working with the enemy I wouldn’t be surprised at all. He just raises some points that I wanna look at from a character arc perspective. No, I would never think Michael’s a bad man, or beyond saving. I 100% believe there’s a reason for all of what’s happened in the past 7 - 11? - years and this is all to keep his family safe somehow. Nor am I even saying he’s where Alex was in season 2, and I really don’t think he’s solely manipulating Sid and Whip and the Korean guy whose name I don’t remember - he’s still him, so that’d be harder for me to reconcile if it was true. Although I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s manipulating Ramal, kinda like the end of season 3, in a way, just saying, but that’s not the point. I could never imagine him killing a 19 year old kid, like Tweener, no matter what he’s been through. Plus he burned himself to be able to get a note to Sara to keep her and Mike safe; like I’d ever really doubt Michael after that. Also, no, I don’t just believe in Kellerman’s footage he sent Sara to make this argument. I won’t believe it unless Michael actually admits to that under his own free will, cause ffs Kellerman doctored footage to get Lincoln the death sentence. Just...fitting that into the fact that Michael has changed to some extent over the years, because that’s the one thing that I feel like interviews have made very clear - they’ve all changed.)

[prideguy]

Max Emerson’s sweatpants, Austin Mahone’s curls, & Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman’s morning shower / Queerty

Max Emerson’s sweatpants, Austin Mahone’s curls, & Jeffrey Bowyer-Chapman’s morning shower / Queerty

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This week Andy Cohen suggested gay porn to fight Brunei, Calvin Klein showcased a handful of queer talent alongside Shawn Mendes, and Liam Hemsworth left very little to the imagination in a pair of short shorts. Here’s what happened on Instagram:

Olly Alexander got some sun.

Omar Sharif Jr. wished for a nice Jewish boy.

Matthew Risch went to Florida.

Derrick Gordon spread love.

[fichtner-fics]

No Good in Goodbye (Alex Mahone)

Warnings: consuming alcohol, missing your oved one af

A/N: HELLO BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, I brought you a brand new story!! I hope you’ll enjoy it! Also, I posted it on AO3, where I upload quite often my mostly Criminal Minds related fanficions; if you love that series too, and you want to read something Reid and Hotchner related, click here and enjoy them as well ✨

[gif is not mine as usual<3]

My fingers slowly danced along the edge of the cold, now empty glass while my thoughts were spinning. Another day in the office, another day with shitty tasks, and another day to go home to an empty building. I couldn't bear the loneliness of my apartment, so instead of going home, I visited a bar nearby.

It was one of the hardest type-o-nights. When I missed Alex more than the other days. Missed him so much, that I even tried to ring his cell during the afternoon. The result was the same as it had been for months; my call went to voicemail, where Mahone's firm voice asked to leave a message. I was very well aware of that, so I tried either way.

After we somehow managed to live through his imprisonment in Sona, his escape brought no relief. Since they managed to escape, the FBI and the Company, for obvious reasons, were on their trail. I haven't seen or heard about him for… almost half a year. And what was most maddening of it all - there was no one, no one in the universe to ask about him. They mustn’t contact the outside world, or they could get easily busted. Even though I totally understood it, my understanding didn't soothe the void that was eating me up from the inside. 

"Is this seat taken?" a man suddenly asked from somewhere behind me. I snapped my head as I was caught off-guard by the firm male voice. I took a quick glance at the person, but I couldn't see his face anyway; he was wearing a hat, deeply pulled into his face, sunglasses covering his eyes. "Sorry, it's a bit crowded here," he explained. I remained silent but nodded a tiny towards the chair in question.

The man seated himself, but I couldn't return to my previous thoughts. I felt a bit confused. Nobody was around us, so I didn't understand the explanation at all, but for some inexplicable reason, I didn't feel myself in immediate danger. From the corner of my eye, I took another look at the man. He was just sitting there, head lowered, looking at maybe his arms that were laying on the counter.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" the bartender approached him.

"Two whiskeys, please," he answered lowly. "One for the lady," he added. A weak smile appeared in the corner of the guy's mouth, but he nodded and left to deliver the order.

I frowned. At this point, I started to get anxious. I visibly turned towards the man, now fixating on him without shame, hoping he'll notice me and say… anything. As I was watching him, a thought started to form in the back of my brain. He felt suddenly… familiar somehow. I couldn't explain why, but I felt I had to know him from somewhere.

"Cheers," the bartender said as he placed the two glasses in front of them. I shook my head a bit to regain my senses. I almost spoke up and asked if I knew him, but before I could say anything, the unknown man reached for a glass, and I saw his hand.

The hand which I held countless times. The hand which caressed my face, held my waist and danced on my skin. The hand which held guns, arrested criminals and fought with demons. 

The hand, which I knew better than my own.

I wasn't able to move. All my body froze as I realized why I wasn't afraid. Who he was.

My jaw slowly dropped, tears ran into my eyes, and a lump formed in my throat. I slowly reached out as well, unable to speak, to carefully touch the back of that so-loved hand. I drew a breath to say his name, to say anything, to whisper into the air, but he spoke up faster than I could begin.

"Don't," he asked. "We'll have to find a safer space," he added.I slowly caught my hand back while I nodded quickly, even though the man hadn't looked at me ever since. I would literally do or give anything just to have even one minute alone with him.

I watched numbly as he drank out his whiskey in one sip, then followed his example. The strong liquid burned my throat and made me flinch, leaving my lips numb. He slammed the table with a ten-dollar bill under his palm, then turned towards me. I waited for his signs, cause I had no idea what he had on his mind.

This time he was the one who carefully stroked the back of my hand, and I truly anticipated him entangling his fingers between mine. When that happened, I felt at home again.

"Just follow, please," he asked simply. 

He led us to the shore; we walked under the pier that stretched out into the sea, among the wooden pilings where no one had been. There was some kind of fair going on up there, all the people flocking there instead of the cool, wet, dark beach.

"Okay, that's enough" I heard him murmur. I didn't notice that he had stopped, so when I wanted to keep walking, he reached to my wrist and pulled me back a little. That made me spin, and the next second I found myself right between his two arms. He lifted me from the ground with the same motion, making me clasp his body with my thighs like a koala bear. As I put my arms around his neck, I buried my face between there and his shoulder. I didn't cry, I didn't speak, I didn't do anything for minutes besides just squeezing my eyes shut and holding onto him as tightly as if my life depended on it.

"Oh my God," I heard him breathing right into my ear. I sighed deeply.

We had been a couple for almost four years when he decided to join Scofield and his brother to help them take down the Company. I knew what his job had always meant to him, and how dedicated he was all the time, but… it was safe to say that nothing could have prepared me for anything we were to live through. These were the most complicated, most terrible, most painful months of my life that I had to spend without him.

"You're here" I muttered finally, still in disbelief. 

"I'm here" he answered. I felt him nodding slowly, then pulling away a bit. He carefully placed me back into the sand on my feet, while holding straight eye contact. We didn't let each other go anyway; his hands remained resting on my hips, while mine kept on holding his neck.

As I was standing chest-to-chest in front of him, I swept the hat off his head to reveal the face I loved the most in the whole wide world. His eyes were glittering bluer than ever, but beyond that, everything had changed. Black pockets sat under them, his whole face was thin, and the wrinkles on his forehead multiplied. My lips parted to say something, to say anything, but no words, no sounds left my tongue. I was unable to speak, too stunned, too shaken to do so. I carefully cupped his cheek with my right; electricity ran through my body as I wasn't able to hold him for months.

"Alex," I muttered, being raised on my tiptoes by then. I didn’t even wait for his answer, my lips immediately found his, just to melt together in a sad kiss. In a sad, long-desired, feather-light kiss.

"You're shaking, love" Mahone breathed on my skin, after we pulled away for a few inches.

"Are you okay?" I asked, not hearing his question. His well-being and health were the most important, everything else was secondary. I couldn't see any scratches, cuts, bruises, or grazes on his skin, but that didn't mean much.

"I'm okay," Alex nodded. "We’re with the Homeland Security. They take good care of us" he tried to joke, but I was just feeling too much to appreciate it. I pulled him back instead; he pressed his forehead to mine, while his palm drew slow circles on my back.

"How did you know?" I murmured.

"The bartender" Mahone answered just as low. "A few weeks ago I asked him to notify me whenever he sees you," he explained.

"Once an FBI agent, remains an FBI agent" I sighed.

"Tell me everything" Alex pulled away, and looked in my eye. "Everything that happened to you, what I had to miss. The details of your weekdays, weekends, holidays" he whispered emotionally. "We don't have so much time and I want to know it all" Alex smiled at me; his beam was quite broad, I almost believed that everything really was alright.

"Can we get a few hours?" I asked desperately either way. "Just a few, alone in some empty apartment, or in a park, whe-"

"We can't, love" he shook his head simply.

"You can't go back into the void," I pleaded with wide eyes. Did he want to leave again? After a visit this short? "I won't survive another… f-five months without you" I shook my head quickly, not seeing a thing because of the tears in my eyes by then.

"We have to finish what we started. This is just one job. One final job, then we're free" Mahone put his two hands under my chin to reinforce his words. My gaze was jumping from one of his sky-blue eyes to another in the hope of reading anything out of them.

"Take me with you then" I offered suddenly, with full honesty. If one thing, that was true that I would follow him to the end of the world.

"I'm not taking you with me" Alex stated firmly, right after I finished my sentence.

"I could help you" I tried to argue, but he just tenderly brushed his thumb along my lower lip.

"Do you trust me? Honey, do you trust me?" he repeated as I didn't answer for long seconds.

"With my life" I murmured under my nose.

"Then trust me in this one too. We will find a way" he emphasized every word, then nodded encouragingly at the end. I sighed deeply. I believed him, but it was just too much. 

I used up all my words, so the next right thing seemed to silently hug the man in front of me, and let all my anxiety, and frustration out into the embrace. My arms snaked around his torso almost so strong that I was afraid of suffocating him. Alex didn’t seem to be bothered though; as I ducked my head into his shirt somewhere around his collarbones, he pressed light kisses on my temple.

"Aren't you cold?" he asked some minutes later. I just shook my head.

"I don't want you to disappear again" I murmured on his skin.

"I will come back to you" he tried to encourage, but I was too invested for that.

"Yeah, in person or in a coffin?" I snapped, maybe a bit harsher than I intended to. I felt Alex sighing, and after a few seconds' break, he tenderly made me straighten up.

"Do you know that payphone that is right in front of the mall?" he scanned my face. I nodded slowly, cautiously. "Be there every other Saturday, at two pm, when the crowd is at its highest. I'll try to call you…" When he said those words, my heart skipped a beat and my ears went deaf. I basically didn't hear anything after this half-sentence, but I tried to focus as hard as it was possible. "... but I can't promise anything. Are you listening?" Alex tried to make me concentrate, but I was only able to stare up at him thankfully. "No, you're not, I lost you, I see that," Mahone laughed in a low voice. He nudged his nose to mine lovingly when my palm reached to the back of his neck.

"Would you really do that?" I asked back, still in disbelief.

"Of course, my love" he whispered.

Silence fell between us again. I was slowly caressing the tiny hair on the nape of his neck. When his gaze jumped from my eyes to my lips, then fell to the ground, I knew it was time.

"I have to go, baby" he breathed.

I made him lower his head, and when Alex did so, I pressed my lips onto his - maybe my heart thought it could make him stay.

"I need you to close your eyes" he continued, pulling back. I lightly shook my head, but I knew that it wasn't worth fighting against. I stared deeply into his beautiful blue eyes again, to which he responded with a light caress on my face. "Count to ten, and promise me that you won't peak," he asked quietly, but seriously.

"Will you really call?" I asked desperately, for the millionth time.

"I promise to do everything to be able to" he nodded just as firmly as before. As my eyelids slowly fell, I felt teardrops running down my face. I suddenly felt a warm breath on my face, that made me forget everything.

"I love you so much," Mahone murmured onto my lips. I felt him place a slow, tender kiss on my mouth.

It was replaced by the cold breeze after a few seconds. I didn't count until ten; I opened my eyes after six, but the shore was empty. I was standing alone under the wooden bridge, a few footprints leading into the water.

[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.

[opheliasbrokenmind]

hey, i truly love your writings, you're so talented omg. can you write maybe something w alex mahone, like arguing badly over the smallest little domestic thing but then they realize how stupid it was and some fluff and cuteness at the end?? thank you sm and take care xx

hii, thank you!! i don’t know if i like how this turned out but i hope you like it, let me know what you think xxxx

‘It’s not going to work out.’ He says as he puts the hammer on the ground, staring at the creation which was supposed to be a table you ordered online from Ikea. ‘Look, here are the instructions. We’re going good, it’ll be alright, Alex.’ He grabs back the pieces and you try together for another ten minutes, it seems like the damn thing is not going to build.

��You just couldn’t go and buy from somewhere, could you?’ He finally snaps and you sigh with boredom, ‘I like this one and it suits the other furniture.’ You frown so he bites back a comment about how obsessed you are with the appearance of the house, why does it matter that much?

An hour later, you are where you started. ‘That’s it, y/n, I won’t lift a finger for this anymore.’ The look on his face is furious and you have the same expression, ‘Now you’re mad at me because you couldn’t put it together? Oh, I’m sorry!’ Your voice raises easily, the frustration bringing the worst in you.

‘Don’t start again, please. I can’t understand the point of this, this table is clearly unnecessary yet you keep pushing me.’ In a way, he says the truth but it drives you mad, ‘Is that so? You can work your ass off for FBI all day long but you can’t make a table for our house? Then I hope you can make dinner for yourself because I’m not cooking tonight.’ You go upstairs, he shouts just before you close the bedroom door, ‘Don’t bring my work into this again, y/n!’

You don’t even make an attempt to answer, that’s another topic you argue about all the time. Alex sits on the stairs, thinking about your words. At some point, you are right. You are meant to be a family yet he’s always gone, chasing criminals but he’s good at it so what he can do? He knows you hoped things would be different after the promotion, that he’d be home at a reasonable hour. To him, promotion meant more responsibility, more danger and less time with you.

He remembers your conversation about having a child, ‘I work all day, Alex and I can’t get someone to look after the baby. I think it’s better not to have one until we’re more relaxed than now.’ You were right but he couldn’t help but desperately want a kid. After his childhood, he always dreamed of a family of his own and now, he couldn’t imagine one without you by his side.

I should be calmer with her, he reminds himself. She deserves better than that, than me.

Then he makes his way to the kitchen, deciding on pasta since he doesn’t have the culinary skills you do. You try to teach him some recipes from time to time but well, he isn’t home most of the time and when he is, he’s too tired to do things. Once he is done, he gets upstairs and knocks on the door, ‘Come in.’ Your voice is soft, calmer now.

‘y/n, I’m sorry.’ At the same time you mumble ‘I’m sorry.’ and the next moment you are both smiling. ‘I was rude to you.’ You say slowly and look at him, his blue eyes focused on you. ‘I hate it when I throw your job back at your face. I know what you’re doing Alex, and you’re pretty good at it. I knew it before I agreed to live with you, I’m sorry for acting that way.’

‘I understand you, sweetheart. Because when I’m away I miss you so much but it’s gotta be like that for a while. Do you think you can stand that?’ He asks honestly, he never keeps the truth away from you. ‘As long as I get to see you again.’ Your answer makes him lean into you and kiss you softly.

‘I made some pasta for dinner. I know it’s not much but-’ You cut him kindly, ‘That’s nice. Maybe we can watch something later?’ Alex puts a strand of hair behind your ear, ‘I’ll fix the table first, it really matches with the carpet and the other furniture.’ You nod with a smile and he can’t help himself so just pulls you into another sweet kiss, savouring the taste of your lips once again. Yes, you have your ups and downs like every couple but after all, you are together in this.

[fichtner-fics]

Christmas Miracle (Alex Mahone)

Warnings: none (besides some spoilers in the context describing, mention about family problems (just a few words)), in contrary TOO MUCH FLUFF AND CUTENESS OMG my heart just can’t take that

Context: So this is a bit out of the PB storyline. Cameron, Alex’s son is alive, but Pam is not in the picture at all. I didn’t exactly clarified, where she is or what has happened to her (she’s not necessarily dead), and from the point of this fic it doesn’t matter. What does matter: Cameron is five (just like in the serie), living with his dad, spending so much time with Y/N (who isn’t from the office, not even working in law-enforcement). And the rest is down there, I just wanted to explain the basics. 😊

A/N: So I thought it would be nice to surprise you with a little Christmassy-Mahone, with so much fluff, cuteness, love, joy, gingerbread and sparkles. This is the end result. ✨  (2298 words??? sorry I was just typing and suddenly it happened) (I’m already visualising a secod part of this, help, things started to get out of my control)

Originally I wanted to post this on the 22nd, BUT I JUST COULDN’T WAIT YOUR REACTIONS so tell me tell me whatever you think about this. 😭😭

I know this is quite early to say, but I want y’all to have yourself a very happy, merry, holy, jolly, fun Christmas, take care yourselves, and rest as much as you can. We all have things to recover from, so let this period be that recovery’s time. Thank you all for making my 2020 whole, giving me some light during these shadowy times. It is such an adventure which started this year. ❤

I know I have 2 requests pending, I’ll start the next year with them. Pinky promise!

[yeah, that’s Carl Hickman on the gif, but as I realized there’s no footage in the wide Internet of Mahone smiling so I had to improvise😆; gif’s from here, thank you!]

Alex and I were friends for such a long time. Though during his marriage we hadn’t seen each other as frequently, our friendship remained. What’s more, since they split up with Pam and he was left alone with his son, I was the first person he came to. I usually cooked them and spent so much time with the little boy. We grew closer and closer – with both of the boys. With Cameron in the sense of a mother-son relationship and with his father… well, I fell in love with him, and I was quite sure that he felt almost the same way. There was nothing on Earth I would enjoy more than our long nights with deep conversations and a cup of tea, which happened pleasantly often. We could talk about anything and everything, he shared with me all his ups and downs, everything at the office, in his (ended) marriage, and vice versa. I didn’t have a failed marriage to talk about, but given my drunk father, I had some things to share about as well. Long story short, basically we would just have to say things out loud to become a couple.

Given Alex had to work late (unfortunately) on the 25th of December, he asked me to look after Cameron, which I took happily. I already planned our whole day during the night before, so I arrived with decided plans at their house.

First things first, we of course bake some gingerbread to build a house. When finally it wasn’t hot, I put everything on the table and called Cameron. While I was gathering some tools missing, he took the plate in front of him.

“We won’t have anything left to build the house if you keep eating all those gingerbreads” I said laughing and messing up little Cameron’s hair. He giggled but kept chewing a gingerbread man’s leg. “And tell me” I asked, sitting on the chair next to him “what did you wrote on your list?”

While I was waiting for him to answer, I started to prepare the frosting and the tubes with coloured icing in them.

“I asked a huge… truck…” he said excitedly. “With a remote controller. And a toolbox for myself, because daddy has his own, and I want to help him repair things. And some Lego!”

“That’s amazing. You will have so much fun with these” I smiled at him. “Give me two sidewalls, please” I said after finishing the preparation of the necessities. It wasn’t the funniest part of making the house for a five-year-old, but I hoped that by involving Cameron in the process would cheer him a bit. I put some frosting on the sides of the gingerbread, then glued two pieces together.

“And I asked a gun, too” he said suddenly, while we were holding the pieces to stick. I laughed in surprise.

“Like daddy’s” I presumed.

“Yes” the little boy chuckled again. “To fight the bad guys, so daddy don’t have to do it alone. And you know what else?” he whispered, leaning close to my ear. His huge, brown eyes sparkled in excitement, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“What else?” I whispered back, pecking his cute cheeks.

“I asked for you to be my mommy” he said out finally, scanning my face just to see my reaction.

At first, I couldn’t find the words. Just in a half second all our shared little tender moments with Alex flew in front of my eyes and suddenly I was aching for his love even stronger. I was so in love with him, I would do anything to know he feels the same. And of course, I was fond of this little boy, too. I already imagined the tree of us being a real, whole family.

“Aww, you’re so sweet, darling” I hugged him finally. He put his little arms around my neck and hugged back tightly. Luckily the frosting between the two gingerbread parts was stiff enough now to stand alone. “That would be my best Christmas present, too” I said quietly.

After our little squeeze-session, Cam helped me piping frosting and icing, pouring sprinkles and gluing sweets on the gingerbread roof with some syrup. Of course, at the end he looked like he was the one who had been decorated, but it was nothing a solid wash wouldn’t fix.

Rest of the day passed by with playing, laughing, and while he had his daytime nap I rested too. When I noticed the snow started to fall, I got so excited for Cam to wake up and see it.

It was around 4pm when I heard some noise from his room, so I went to take a look. He was sitting up in his bed with cute messy hair and sleepy eyes.

“Good morning, my sweetheart” I whispered happily. I sat next to him on the bed, letting him to lay on my lap. I started to play with his soft hair. “Did you sleep well?” I murmured. He was to drowsy yet, but his waggish smile already sparkled on his face.

“Yes. And… I dreamt about stars and reindeers” he said after a yawn. “And you and daddy and I was playing in the snow, really.” 

“I’m so happy you dreamt these nice things” I smiled at him, gently touching his nose. Talking about it reminded me the fact that it was actually snowing outside.

“Hey, you want to see something amazing?” I asked after some minutes, leaving him stretching a bit and playing with his plush rabbit. When he agreed in a quiet, husky little voice, I took him, and we left the room.

Cameron stayed in my arms as we stood in front of the window in the living room. We were watching the silently falling, huge snow-petals. I was surprised that he didn’t change his mind after a few minutes and wanted to play or do anything else – he was unusually cuddly that day. He just leant to my chest with his thumb in mouth, breathing quietly while I was slowly rocking him. There were no lights on in the house besides the light garland’s yellow twinkle on the Christmas tree, which gave such a warmness to the room. It was just the two of us, the snow and the spirit of Christmas around us.

“Are you awake, honey?” I whispered, because I thought he fell back asleep. Feeling him nodding made me smile. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Can we go out for a walk?” he asked in a dreamy voice.

“We should wait for your dad to come home” I suggested. “If he arrives and it’s okay for him, we can go and check the Christmas lights in the street. How does it sound?” I placed a kiss in his hazel brown curls.

It was his first thing to ask when Alex entered the house a few hours later. He said yes of course, so we put on some warm clothes, and left. Cameron ran forward, leaving us slowly mooning behind him.

“Did your day went well?” Mahone asked quietly.

“Yeah” I looked at him. “We built a gingerbread house, which you could see only in its ruins, because Cam pretended to be a shark and… bite the roof off” I laughed. “We played hide and seek, drew some amazing pictures and while he took his nap, I finally finished my book.”

“I’m glad to hear” Alex nodded. As we walked, he suddenly offered me his arm. I glanced at him, and with cheeks turned into rose I accepted the gesture. “Thank you for being here for us” Alex whispered. “I have no idea what I would do without you. Truly.”

I smiled but remained silent, only fixing Cameron standing mesmerized in front of a huge, sparkling snowman statue. His words came up in my mind, and at that moment I decided not to let the moment go.

“Did he tell you what’s he wishing for?” I asked innocently.

“You mean the gun?” Alex burst out in laugh. “Yeah, well, he won’t get that one. Not yet” he shook his head. I refused the temptation of rolling my eyes.

“Mommy look” Cameron shouted when we finally reached where he stood. Timing is perfect, little guy, I thought myself.

“What did you say?” Alex asked immediately, astonished. I remained silent, curiously waiting for what was going to happen. “Since when do you call Y/N mom?”

“It’s a secret, dad” said the little boy. “Only Santa has to know, and mommy has to know” he added, while nodding seriously. Then he took my hand and started to pull me where he saw the thing he wanted to show me. Alex just frowned more, but this time looking at me, waiting for a proper answer.

“It’s on his list” I mouthed while smiling wide at the confused agent. I only hoped this is enough information him to understand the situation. Letting him go, I crouched next to Cameron, to look at a little sheep in a Nativity Scene he was excited about.

“Look at him, he’s so cute” I said kissing the little boy’s rosy, cold cheeks.

“Can we have one at home?” he looked at me. I chuckled and looked towards Mahone who stood a few steps behind us. His face surprised me. He was watching us so tenderly, with sparkling eye, slight smile glued on his lips. I felt my cheeks burn suddenly and I had to fall my eyes.

“I don’t think your dad would approve” I answered to Cam. “Go, have a look at Rudolph” I suggested, pointing towards an at least three metres tall, red reindeer-silhouette. The boy nodded, then he started running immediately.

“Don’t rush, son” Alex tried to calm him, without any effect at all of course. I stood up biting my lips, because I had no idea what the agent will say about what happened earlier. “So, what’s this between you two and Saint Nick?” he laughed as I took his arm again. We walked slow, so he could scan my face as I looked at him almost laughing in embarrassment.

“Cameron wants Santa to make me his mom” I replied shyly. “I think he wants him to be reminded. But as you heard, it’s a secret, so I shouldn’t have told this to you.”

“This means I have to wrap you and place under our tree?” he asked. I heard on his voice that he was playing. If it wasn’t for his arm, I’d fly away by happiness for sure.

“Why, do you think it’s a wish so easy to make come true?” I teased back.

“Well, this is Santa Claus we’re talking about. He can do anything” he looked at me, smiling wide.

Suddenly I felt myself ran out of words. These past three minutes made me fall for Mahone even harder, but I couldn’t imagine what was going to happen. I pulled him closer, and in the same moment he lifted his other hand to fold on mine. When I looked at him in surprise, I found his wondrously blue, sparkly eyes already fixing me. He smiled at me, and I suddenly got sure about the meaning of the word ‘Christmas miracle’.

We remained silent until finally reaching Cameron, who basically looked around in the whole street while we walked slowly after him. When he noticed us, hugged our legs.

“Hey baby” I ran through my fingers in the boy’s hair.

“Aren’t you cold, buddy? Can we go home now, you saw everything?” Alex asked.

“Yes” Cameron nodded looking up at his father, but he suddenly froze. “Look daddy, mistletoe!” he pointed above us. And he was right. We stood right under the huge reindeer, who has a great deal of mistletoe hanging in his neck. I laughed out loud, shaking my head. This only could happen in movies.

“Do you know what it means, Cam?” Alex asked his boy but smirking at me. He shook his head. “We all can wish something” Alex explained, awfully misinterpreting the whole thing. I curiously watched them, my eyes jumping from one to the other, and I couldn’t believe what Mahone was doing. “But we must close our eyes, otherwise it won’t come true” he warned his son. “I count to three, then everybody shuts their eye, okay?”

“Okay, daddy” Cameron replied, then he lifted his hands, ready to place them in front of his face. When Alex counted three and Cam covered his face, we looked at each other, and within a split second he placed his cold lips upon mines. I felt him cupping my cheeks and I pulled him closer by his waist. He let me go after a little while, but before he would completely pull away, he whispered just on my lips:

“I love you.”

“I love you too” I breathed back. Suddenly we heard Cameron bursting out in chuckling. When we looked at him, he stretched up his arms towards me, giving a sign he wants to be taken up.

“And I love you so much too” I squeezed him after lifting him in my arms, making Cam laugh even louder.

“What’s so funny, little man?” Alex asked smiling as well. He stood next to me so close, resting his hand on my waist. I looked aside at him, just to see the joy in his eyes.

“I peeked” Cameron giggled with his little hand in front of his mouth. He was so sweet I almost couldn’t bear.

“You were so fast making your wish” I said pretending some surprise. Alex laughed through his nose.

“Because I knew what I wanted to wish” the little boy rolled his eyes. “But you didn’t wish. I saw” he stated.

“What makes you think we didn’t wish?” his father asked.

“Bec…” he yawned just in the middle of his sentence. “Because you kissed Y/N, so you didn’t have time for… wishing” he grimaced by pulling up his nose impishly.

“Hey, I made one” I said while nodding. “Did you make one?” I looked at Alex.

“Of course, I did. And you know what? It came real immediately” he added, looking straight into my eyes. Cameron gasped in surprise, and Alex pressed a soft kiss on my temple.

[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.

[opheliasbrokenmind]

Hey pal! I've got a request for you :) How about Mahone having a concussion and has to stay in hospital for weeks and company's not happy with this and force him into field again and he gets hurt again bc he can't concentrate and all :') I hope everyhting's alright with you

i just realised how much i’ve missed writing for him <3

‘Has anyone heard from Agent Mahone?’ Wheeler asked the office and you watched the people shaking their heads. It’s been three days since he disappeared and you found yourself at the FBI building, looking for him. ‘Do you know him?’ A woman with a sharp suit appeared in front of you and you frowned, ‘Yes, I do. I thought he could be here since he works late.’

‘And who are you supposed to be?’ She sounded harsh so you didn’t soften your face as you answered, ‘A close friend, and you are?’ You hoped the emphasis on the word would ring a bell and when she replied, you knew she got the message. ‘His colleague.’ You forced a smile and nodded, ‘Nice to meet you, Miss?’

‘Lang.’ She said and walked away, you stood alone and looked at the other man, ‘Thank you for asking people.’ The agent simply nodded and you left the building, thinking of a way to find him. Then your phone started to ring and you picked it immediately, ‘Alex?’

‘Good afternoon, Miss y/n.’ You looked at the screen and read his name again, then you frowned. ‘Who is this? Where’s Alex?’

‘Don’t panic, I’m calling from the Northwestern Memorial Hospital. Mr Mahone had an accident.’ You froze on the street and leaned to a wall, trying to stay calm but your heart was beating madly. ‘Is he alright?’ You managed to say and the woman on the other side sighed, ‘He will be. He was saying your name in his sleep so I thought I could call you.’

‘I’ll be there as soon as possible.’ You said and she ended the call. Your hands were shaking when you finally found a taxi and thanks to the traffic, you were there in twenty minutes. Time seemed to slow down though, every single minute pained you until you walked into the hospital.

‘Hello, can you tell me which room Alexander Mahone is staying?’ The secretary searched his name and turned to you, ‘Are you his wife, Pamela?’ The name pissed you off but you just shook your head, ‘They divorced. I’m his... friend.’ The girl smiled softly, ‘I see. We tried to reach her but she said she wasn’t living here anymore. His room number is 407.’

Once you found the room, a doctor was leaving but you ran after him. ‘Doctor, wait!’ The man turned to you and waited, ‘I’m here for Alex. Can you tell me what happened?’ He nodded, ‘All we know is he had a concussion but we’re not sure what caused it. It can be an accident or a fight, I’m not sure.’

‘What would you say?’ You asked and the man sighed, ‘Considering his line of work, I’d say a fight but that’s just a guess. Mr Mahone is a strong man so he will recover but it’s going to take time. We have to be sure he’s resting and your presence will be helpful.’ You listened carefully and asked once he was done, ‘Is there anything I can do now?’

‘Talk to him. He probably can’t answer but he’ll hear you. Let him know you’re here for him. If anything happens, ask for a nurse.’ Then he left and you stood at the corridor, trying to convince yourself that he’ll heal soon.

You opened the door and the scene in front of you hurt your whole body. The agent was lying unconscious on the bed, there was a bandage around his head and he looked so pale. Then there were cables on his body and machines beeping loudly. You forced yourself to close the door and walk to the armchair next to him before you let a tear fall down. 

It took you a few minutes to gather up, then you reached his hand and it felt cold compared to your warm one. ‘Hi, it’s me, y/n.’ You said and waited for a reaction but he didn’t move a finger so you continued. ‘I called you a few times but you didn’t answer. I thought you were on a mission or maybe you wanted to have some space, that you’d let me know soon. I went to the Bureau today and asked Agent Wheeler but he said nobody heard from you. Then a nurse called me from your phone, said you were saying my name.’

‘You scared me so much, Alex. I’m still afraid, the doctor said you’ll be fine but I just can’t help but fear... Don’t you ever leave me, okay?’ You sighed and played with his fingers, ‘Agent Lang asked me who I was and I told I’m your friend. Well, I think we are more than that, I mean you’re more than a friend to me but I wasn’t sure if you wanted people to know so I didn’t say anything more. I didn’t want to put you in a difficult position.’

‘Oh, I always talk and now I can talk as much as I want but I hate it. I don’t want to talk, I want to hear you talking. I want to see your eyes, the blues filled with energy and watch them.’ Then you didn’t know what to say, it felt like nothing you could say would change the situation so you stayed silent. You watched his chest moving as he breathed and you focused on the fact that he was alive and you were by his side. Otherwise, you knew you wouldn’t hold your tears.

Doctors and nurses came and left, informing you everything looked fine. When it was almost three in the morning, you got up from the armchair and pressed a soft kiss on his cheek, ‘Good night, Alex.’

You woke up at eight and went to grab a cup of coffee, ‘Maybe the smell of coffee can wake you up, huh?’ You smiled to yourself and sipped your drink, admiring him. ‘I realise how beautiful you are now, you know? I wish I could remember every detail of your face. I also feel stupid, because I should’ve told you this earlier. Now I’m not even sure if you can hear me but just know that... you mean a lot to me and I don’t know what I’ll do if anything happens to you.’

Your hand found his fingers once again and you pressed your lips on his hand, ‘I know things with Pam have been hard and I want to be by your side as long as I can.’ He squeezed your hand weakly and your eyes widened with shock, ‘Can you hear me? Wait, I’ll call the nurse.’

‘I swear, he squeezed my hand.’ You explained to the woman and held his hand again, ‘Alex, can you hear me?’ The nurse waited but nothing happened. ‘I don’t want to upset you but that was probably a reflex.’ She gave you a weak smile and left, you sighed and rested on the armchair.

‘I avoided to answer before but yes, I used to play the piano. I wanted to be a pianist but then... I broke my wrist and it still hurts if I push the limits. Then I decided to study Art History and you know I’ll teach at the university next semester.’

‘I like to admire those paintings and they remind me of you. I know you think you’re a bit old for me but... I don’t believe it’s about ages, what’s important is understanding the other person and I’m trying to understand you. Every time I tell you something, I feel like you care about it and I like this about you, so much.’

‘I like hearing your voice.’ He whispered suddenly and you grabbed his hand, intertwinning your fingers, ‘You are awake! Wait, let me call the doctor.’ You tried to get up but he stopped you, ‘y/n, I need to talk to you first.’

‘There are some people and they know what happened to Shales. What I did to him... They want me to catch the Fox River escapees and I’m here because I had a little argument with one of them.’ Your jaw dropped as you listened to him, ‘Are you serious? Do you want me to call the police or the Bureau?’

‘No, they can’t help and if they find out about Shales, they’d send me to prison without blinking an eye.’ He watched you carefully and you sighed, ‘We’ll talk about this later, okay? What matters now is your recovery and I’m going to take the doctor now.’

The same doctor checked him and said everything was normal, ‘You need to rest at least one week to heal, otherwise, it can leave permanent damage. How do you feel now?’ 

‘I don’t feel bad.’ He said and the doctor smiled to you, ‘You see, now you can worry less.’ Then he left the room and you felt your cheeks getting hotter as Alex watched you with a sincere smile on his face. ‘Before you ask, I heard pretty much all of it.’ You turned your head to avoid his gaze but his hand stopped you, cupping your cheek softly. You leaned into his touch and closed your eyes, ‘I meant every word.’

‘I know you did but I’m not sure if that’s the safest way now, y/n. These people are on my back and I have to give them what they want. I don’t want them to know about you, I can’t risk it.’ You moved away and frowned, ‘What are you trying to say?’

‘I need you to stay away from me until this is over.’ You didn’t know what to say for a moment, ‘What? No, Alex, I want to be with you.’

‘I want you, too, love. Just for a while and when it’s over, I won’t repeat my mistakes. We’ll have a life together, alright? I promise.’ A tear dropped on your cheek and you wiped it away, ‘Don’t do this, don’t push me away.’

Later that day, you went home to have a shower and bring him some clothes and when you were back the next morning, the secretary said he checked himself out and left. You tried to reach him but his phone number was invalid. You didn’t know the visit the Company paid to him and what would happen if he continued to stay in the hospital and do nothing.

Six days after that you woke up to the knocking on your door and you weren’t expecting to see him. You stepped back so he could come inside but you noticed how it pained him to move. ‘What happened?’ 

‘I almost had Scofield but then... he ran away and let’s say that didn’t make them happy.’ You watched him sitting on the sofa and taking off his suit jacket. ‘Are they going to attack you every time something goes wrong?’ You helped him to unbutton his shirt as he leaned back, ‘If it’s not me then it’ll be Pam or Cam.’

‘Alex...’ You tried to speak but the words left you, leaving you in pain. Then you noticed the purpleness on his chest and tears escaped from your eyes, crying as you stood on your knees with his shirt in your hands. He grabbed your arms and you saw the muscles on his arms tighten, ‘I will be okay. It was a mistake to come here but... I didn’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be alone.’

You pressed a kiss on his chest and stood up, ‘I’ll draw you a bath right now, is it okay?’ He whispered thank you and you turned back to give him a kiss on the lips, ‘Then we will have dinner and you’ll get a good sleep.’ Once his body was relaxed and his stomach was full, he let you tuck him in a blanket and you two cuddled until one of you fell asleep. That night, he realised even at the worst times, there was something beautiful and unique.

[opheliasbrokenmind]

pain - alexander mahone

this one is for sweet @argetlam007​ i hope that’s what you wanted and i hope you like it :) it’s a bit short but i enjoyed writing, it broke my heart though... let me know if you like it and i’m always open for requests 💖

‘Agent Mahone, are you sure you are alright?’ The police officer asked with a worried tone, after seeing his face and clothes covered in blood. 

‘I told you I’m fine.’ He replied defensively, still refusing to acknowledge his scratches and bruises. Then he recognized the car, it belonged to one of his superiors and he hissed, knowing what’s next.

‘Hey, Mahone! I heard you’ve done a good job, but not so clean, eh? Go home and clean up yourself, will ya? I’ll see you at the office later.’ He knew speaking back wouldn’t get him anywhere so he walked to his car, not sure where to go. The experienced agent could patch himself up, of course, but once he was in the car, he found himself driving to your flat. 

Some of his wounds were still bleeding and the idea of how terrible he was looking bothered him, he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, yet he needed to know if you still wanted it. Even how many times you tried to convince him you understood his line of work and it was okay for you, Alex pushed you away. Not that he didn’t want you by his side, he thought he was dangerous. As a man who lost many things, he couldn’t risk to put you in danger. He told you about his concerns before leaving and for some reason, you weren’t angry at him.

It’s been a few weeks since you last talked, you were always on his mind though, the way you smiled, your eyes sparking up with such light. He missed everything about you, the meals you prepared together, your sweet voice filling his ears as you hummed a song, your childish excitement for simple things. Whenever he felt alone, he remembered how you gave him soft kisses, light as feathers and whispered sweet nothings into his ears. 

The agent stopped the car in front of your apartment and climbed the stairs as a wave of pain washed through his tired body. He knocked on the door and heard your quick footsteps, he wondered if you were waiting for someone. When the door opened and there wasn’t anything between you and him, his heart skipped a beat. You, on the other hand, were in utter shock, trying to understand if the blood belonged only to him. 

‘Should I take you to the hospital?’ The tiniest of smiles curved his lips as the cuts on his face ached, ‘It’s not necessary.’ 

‘Are you going to stand there or get in?’ You asked and he stepped inside, the fresh and sweet smell of the house is awfully familiar to his nostrils. ‘Look y/n, I know-’ He started to speak but was cut off by you, ‘Let’s clean you up first, we can talk later.’ You walked to the bathroom and he followed behind you, feeling like he was back at home. He held the cold stone of the bathroom counter to support himself as you searched for the first-aid kit and some clean towels. 

‘You better get rid off those clothes.’ He obeyed while you washed your hands with soap and wetted one of the clothes. Alex sat on the counter as you tried to ignore the reflection on the mirror, purple spots on his back were underwhelming. You started to wipe the dried blood on his face and he slightly flinched, ‘I’m sorry.’ He didn’t say anything and let you clean his face, he didn’t know what to say. When you were done the white towel was red, he washed his face with warm water and washed his hands, too. 

‘I have an antibiotic cream for open wounds and these little band-aids, is it okay?’ You wanted to be sure you were doing it right, it wasn’t something you were used to. ‘Yeah, that’ll work.’ 

‘Okay then, I guess this might hurt a bit.’ Then you touched the cut on his right cheekbone and even though he tried to stifle it, a painful moan escaped his lips. You found yourself squeezing his hand with your other hand to remind him you were there, ‘I’ll be done in a minute, here, hold my hand and squeeze if it hurts.’ You applied the cream with your fingertips to all cuts, touching them gently and he watched your focused face, trying to understand what was going inside your head. 

His fingers brushed your knuckles and you took your hand to open the plasters, avoiding looking into his eyes. You patched the wounds and stepped back to look at your work, ‘It’ll take a while to heal from these.’ He turned to the mirror and studied his face, ‘Thank you.’ You stared at his back and your stomach twisted at the sight, whoever did this to him, he gave the damage he wanted. ‘They must’ve hurt you a lot.’ 

Alex turned back to you, ‘Oh, you should see the other guys.’ The ghost of the smile disappeared as he saw your face, the warm tears were shining in your eyes. ‘It’s... your back... what they have done to you?’ A silent scream left your lungs as a tear dropped to the ground. He stepped closer to you, ‘I was alone but I caught them, right? I just faced some problems but I’m okay now, nothing a painkiller can’t solve.’ 

‘No, you’re underestimating this. These are not minor injuries, have you seen the purpleness on your back? It could’ve been worse, God, you could’ve been killed Alex! What would I get then, a ripped body? You should’ve gone there with backup, not by yourself.’

‘Maybe I made a mistake but I’m here now.’ He brought his hand to your face to wipe the tears away and you closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. ‘You keep telling me we shouldn’t be together because it’s dangerous for me but the thing is, you’re the one who needs to be safe.’

‘Do you want to be concerned all the time?’ 

‘If you’ll come back in one piece at the end of the day, yes, I think I can grin and bear it. For the records, I’m worried anyway, whether we’re together or not.’ You sent a warm smile on his way and he gave a sigh, ‘You, y/n, do things to me.’

‘You must be hungry, leave the clothes here, I’ll wash them later. There’s a pair of sweatpants you forgot and some t-shirts.’ After ten minutes, he was dressed up and leaning on the doorframe of your kitchen, watching you making a soup. ‘I missed this view so much.’ He commented and you turned to him, ‘It’s your favourite and I left the painkillers on the counter.’ 

‘This means a lot, y/n. I was afraid you’ll leave me like everyone else. I just don’t know how to thank you properly.’ He revealed once your soups were finished and you were sitting on your bed. You stopped playing with your hands and looked into his eyes, ‘Then don’t you ever leave me again because I can’t stand, I can’t.’

‘I promise you I won’t.’ He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, feeling your warmness right next to him. You rose up a bit to plant a kiss on his mouth, your lips tracing his face and leaving featherlight kisses everywhere they touch. His hand found its place on the back of your neck and the other one cupped your cheek to kiss you gently, your fingertips brushing his back under his t-shirt and his muscles tightening under your palms.

You were both breathless once he broke the kiss for air, ‘I hope my cooking skill’s not the only thing you’ve missed about me.’ 

‘Hmm, definitely not.’

[opheliasbrokenmind]

goodbye kiss - alexander mahone

i can’t believe i’m posting this wooww i’m super excited!! short story, i’m watching prison break (i’ve just finished season 2) and i couldn’t help but notice how underrated agent mahone is.. i mean i had to write for him, also william fichtner is a great actor and he’s making me thirsty :) i hope i transferred his character through this little writing, i hope you enjoy reading and please let me know what you think. lana del rey’s ‘goodbye kiss’ cover, the movie ‘one day’ and some prompts inspired me to write this.

! to my peaky followers, i’ll tag ‘not peaky’ to my other works and even though how much i love this man, i’ll still write mostly for the shelbys. i love you xx

‘y/n, can you call me when you get this? It’s just... I need to speak to someone. Not someone. You.’ The familiar voice made your stomach ache, it’s been months since you’ve heard from each other. You couldn’t deny the fact that you missed him so badly, but it was he who wanted to end all of this. Something in his voice changed your heartbeat, something was terribly wrong because he’d never called you otherwise. 

He started acting strangely after he ended his marriage with Pam, it was the first time he called you after years. He said he wanted to see his best friend but you sensed that was something different. You didn’t question, you never did. You just wanted to be there for him all the time, unlike the others. When you were children, you’d never ask when he showed up with fresh cuts and bruises. That was what calmed him, being around you. 

Time took a lot of things from both of you, he lost his feelings and you lost nearly all of your loved ones. You decided to hold onto your memories, all the chances you’ve lost. He regretted the choices he made, how could he be so stupid... The years you’ve lost, the missing part of you in his life tortured him many nights. 

You sighed and dialled his number, afraid of the words that’d come out of his mouth. ‘Alex? Is everything alright?’ You heard his breath and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, still yearning for him. ‘Where are you?’ He asked quickly. 

‘At home. It’s four in the morning.’ He didn’t answer and hang on the phone, leaving you with a heart beating fastly inside your ribcage. After all the time, he was still able to make you these things. Like you were seventeen again, you smiled to yourself with the memories. The idea of him made your heart flutter when you were a teenager, now it caused you anxiety. 

You jumped slightly with the knock on your door, you weren’t expecting this. You thought it was one of those nights where he was almost drunk and wanted to check on you. But the man in front of you was completely sober. 

‘Can’t sleep?’ He asked as he stepped into your house, his beautiful blue eyes wondering on you. 

‘What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be out in a mission or something?’ 

He smiled a little, his lips parted slowly to answer, ‘It can wait, everything can wait. I wanted to be here, with you.’ You closed your eyes and massaged to your temples, wasn’t it too late for those words? ‘It’s been years, you know. Why now?’

‘Because I miss you, y/n.’ 

You knew he was telling the truth and maybe it was what hurt you the most in the end. ‘You’re awfully honest now, Alex. When we were kids you avoided telling me your feelings.’  You turned your head to the floor, not wanting to meet with his eyes. 

‘Don’t you think we’ve already lost a lot of time?’ This time you looked up at him only to see his eyes shining with tears. ‘I’m not the person I used to be.’ You whispered, the words hurting both of you. ‘Me neither.’ He sounded broken.

‘What if you end up hating me-’ He walked to you, ‘Don’t push me away... not me. Please, y/n.’ A tear rolled down your cheek but he was already there, wiping it away. ‘I can’t understand, why now?’ You asked as he embraced you in a hug, breaking your heart once again. ‘This life, this job... I’m afraid it’ll be the end of me and I don’t want to die knowing I never said it back. I love you, I love you so much that it scares me. Y-you don’t have to feel the same but I can’t get you out of my mind. No matter how hard I try, you are there.’

His hands reached up to your face and you leaned in, he was desperate for you. ‘Are you going to tell me what’s happening?’ You asked as he buried his face to your neck, it wasn’t easy at all for him. ‘I fucked up, I don’t know what to do. Everything’s falling apart and I’m just watching under the water... Help me.’ 

You held his hand and once you were on your bed, he rested his head on your lap, letting you take care of him. You took off his jacket and put it aside, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the first buttons of his shirt. A little pillbox was inside one of the jacket’s pockets and you noticed it, ‘How often do you use the little guys?’ 

‘Frequently. Why were you still awake tonight?’ 

‘I went on a date, didn’t turn out so well if you wonder.’ You smiled and he turned his head a little to watch your expression. ‘I heard you visited Cameron in the hospital, Pam was quite pissed off.’ 

‘He told me about how much he misses you. He also said his mother doesn’t want him to see you or me.’ He sighed, ‘I have to stay away from him if I want to keep him safe. There are people on my back and they’ll do everything to keep me under their control. I... made a mistake and Cam paid for it.’

‘Isn’t there anyone who can help you?’ 

‘I’m a dead man the second I speak, there’s no happy end this time.’ Your fingers found their way to his hair, ‘How did you involve to this? I thought everything was good.’

‘You remember Oscar Shales, the man who raped, tortured and killed a woman? I chased him for a long time and when I caught him, I couldn’t take him to the authorities. Instead of letting him get out of the prison a few decades later, I killed him and buried the body in my garden. That’s why I started to use drugs, his images haunted me everywhere. Those men knew what I did and they chose me as their toy soldier, I’ve taken so many lives and they’ll end me anyway.’

‘God, Alex... You never told me about this.’ You tried to react but there weren’t enough words for your emotions. 

‘What was I supposed to do? You told me you loved me and I left you all alone and then I married Pam even though I still had feelings for you. I didn’t want to use you anymore, I didn’t want you to feel guilty because of me.’

Your fingers combed his hair to the back, the tiny moves relaxed him a little. ‘What happened happened, but you’re here now. Is there anything I can do?’ The man shook his head slowly, ‘Nothing, I have to leave early in the morning. All I can ask for is tonight and I need it desperately, you’re the only one who thinks I’m not crazy.’ 

‘It’ll be okay, you’ll get through this and when it’s over, I’ll be here waiting for you.’ You whispered as he sat next to you on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. ‘Do you think you can still love me? I’ve got blood on my hands, y/n.’ Your fingers caressed the soft skin of his cheek, ‘I hadn’t spent a day without thinking about you, I never stopped loving you.’ He closed his eyes with your words, they meant too much to him. 

His eyes locked with yours once again and he took the first step, moving closer to you. Your lips parted slightly without asking for your permission, you’ve wanted to kiss him so many times but this time was totally different that your whole body ached for him. The familiar smell of his cologne filled your nostrils and you breathed in him, your lips meeting each other finally. You let out a soft sigh and kissed him back passionately, his hands easily finding the fabric of your nightgown and pushing it up slowly. 

The air felt heavy to you as you tasted his lips, they were the softest ones you’ve ever got to kiss. Alex melted into the kiss, he’d never thought he’ll lose and find himself in someone’s arms. Your presence kept him sane, the warmth spreading from your body to his made him want to kiss you until the sunrise. There was something missing when you weren’t by his side, he felt lost. Now that you were with him, kissing him gently, he wanted time to stop right there. 

Even though you were already on each other, you wanted to be closer. It was a heartbreaking scene, anyone would tell the same. You both knew it was a goodbye kiss, you were too desperate for each other. A teardrop fell down your cheek again you couldn’t stop yourself this time, sobbing quietly as he broke the kiss. ‘I don’t want to lose you, please come back, come back to me.’ He left light kisses all over your face as you sobbed quietly, ‘If anything happens to me, please look after my son.’

You couldn’t come up with an answer so you closed your eyes, letting him shower you with kisses, his touch on your skin making your knees go weak. When you were finally asleep, he pulled you to himself in his sleep, the need of your presence never leaving him. In the morning you woke up alone, a piece of paper waiting to be read. 

‘I love you and I will always love you.’

[fichtner-fics]

First post, omg!

Hey Tumblr World!

Finally I convinced myself to open a brand new fanfic site for our one and only William Fichtner. 😆

Let me introduce myself. My name is Nicole, I’m a Hungarian 21 yro uni-student, and I’m a REEEAAAL fangirl. The main fangroups I’m in is the one of Billie Fichtner (ofc), Ruth Wilson, Matthew Gray Gubler, but I also love so very damn much Luke Evans, Colin Firth, but also Jeanne Tripplehorn, Emma Thompson (just to name a few women too). My most recent, brand new love is for Lin-Manuel Miranda, cause currently I’m watching the series His Dark Materials, and... I fall so easily, what can one do. 😆

My fanfiction-writing past is dating WAY back in the historical years of 2012. So, I write since some years. Usually I write short stories you could call comfort-stories, which are also my favourites to read too. I’M LIVING FOR those fluff, smooth, cute little stories with our most-loved fictional characters. 🤗

First I saw William in the movie called The Lone Ranger, and at the end of the movie I literally felt sorry for Butch Cavendish. 🤣 So yeah, I saw him under the mask, felt his loving heart under Butch’s rock-hard one, and here we are, he’s my favourite, number one since 2013. I watched Prison Break and Crossing Lines because of him (and I got new loves from these series also, who would have thought 🤣 Wentworth Miller and Marc Lavoine tho 🤤), REWATCHED them for about two-three times, and so on.

I’m writing fanfictions about him for such a long time ago as well. I was so disappointed when, back in time, you just couldn’t find ANY Fichtner/Mahone fictions here (not to mention poor Carl Hickman; I haven’t even tried to search on his name). I would love to read other stories besides of mines, because, as you may know, it’s SOOO different, when you can read others’ posts. I’m happy to see that nowadays there are more fans of him are here then were 4-5 years ago. I’m so thankful for you all. ✨🥰  My secret hope is to become one of these blogs, offering some stories to read for new and old fans of him scrolling here and trying to find something.

So yeah, long story short, he’s in my life for such a long time, and I’m finally taking a step forward and I decided to post my own stories. The main reason I haven’t done this before is the language. As I mentioned, my native is Hungarian, which means I have to translate all the writings I want to post here. Now is the time when I say let’s try this, and, let’s try not to feel bad about it. I will make mistakes, I even have made in these past few rows as well, but please, forgive me. I don’t know if my English sounds too formal (which I feel it does 🤣), or if I use too much the personal pronoun ‘I’ (which I feel I do 🤣). I’m trying to improve.

I don’t know if anyone will read this ffff LONG writing, I don’t know if anyone will read any of my writings, but I’m here, I’m enthusiastic, and I’m ready to post my first little fanfiction here! ✨