#agent mahone

[autismscofield]

i honestly think michael scofield had more chemistry and even sexual tension with all of the male characters rather than his WIFE sara tancredi 😭 him and sucre, and him and MAHONEEEE!!!! everytime they were on my screen i genuinely thought they were going to kiss ....

[eniokai]

I am a pathetic, weak person

[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??’

[landosmclaren]

i LOVE alex mahone so much

[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.

[opheliasbrokenmind]

does anyone else feel the pain like i do now? it's almost 4 am and here i am, reading unfinished fics from 5 years ago... :(((

[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.’