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Watched the Killing Eve s. 2 finale and this just....slipped out. Malex, warnings for blood, murder, manipulation, and other darkfic-type content.
Michael skids around the corner and freezes. 
The man’s hands are around Alex’s throat - and, by all appearances, have been there for a while. Alex is fading, his face going slack, his eyes acquiring that glassy look that means the life is leaving them. 
He doesn’t spent any time wondering who this guy is and how he got the drop on Alex. If Alex, whom he’s seen take on five men and win, is helpless in this man’s arms, then it means this man is more dangerous than anything they’ve encountered so far. 
So he doesn’t think. He reaches for his powers and pulls the man off Alex, who slides onto the ground, clutching at this throat. 
Except, of course, the man makes another attempt to lunge at Alex, and Michael can’t hold him still indefinitely. Even with practice, his powers are limited. 
“You have to - finish him off,” Alex rasps. He makes an effort to stand up and fails, his artificial leg buckling under him. 
He doesn’t think this time either. He reaches for his powers a second time and slams the man headfirst into a wall. Blood and brains go flying with a satisfying crunch. He hadn’t realized killing could feel like that. So visceral. 
But he can consider that later. All he cares about now is Alex. 
“You all right?” he asks, approaching Alex and offering an arm to help him up. 
“Fine. Or I will be,” Alex says, taking the proferred arm. “We have to get out of here.” In an instant, he’s Captain Manes again, surveying their surroundings for threats, reaching for his gun. 
Michael freezes. 
“You had that the entire time,” he accuses.“You could have shot him.” 
“Yes,” Alex says simply. 
But he hadn’t. 
“You wanted me to kill him.” 
Alex smiles, feral. “Yes,” he says softly.
He stalks towards Michael, cupping his face with a bloody hand, and Michael wonders whose blood.How many people had Alex killed, before Michael showed up. “I wanted you to know how it feels.” 
Michael doesn’t answer. 
“How does it feel?” 
He still doesn’t answer. It’s not because he doesn’t know. 
“We’re safe now, darling,” Alex says. “You made us safe. I’m proud of you.” 
He can’t help the way his eyelashes flutter at the praise. He can’t resist Alex’s kiss, either. 
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daffietjuh · 4 years
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Because y'all are delightful and this WIP has taken over my life (seriously, I've written 28k in 10 days), I'm gonna do a little sneak peak of my Malex Red, White & Royal Blue AU.
I'm going to start posting this in January, after I'm back from London where I'm gonna be for New Year's Eve. Your enthusiasm for this WIP is super encouraging, so thank you all so much!
‘Would you be careful.’ Michael snapped. Alex set a hand on one of the racks to steady himself and pulled his arm out of Michael’s grip. Not that there was much room to do so, but it was all about the idea.
‘There’s a fucking mop attacking me, thank you very much.’ Alex snapped back.
‘This is absolutely your fault.’
‘What?’ Alex squawked. ‘How is this my fault?’
‘I’ve never been shot at, not once, and now I’m out with you and someone tries to kill me. It’s your fault.’ Michael folded his arms over his chest in the limited space. That stupid signet ring on his pinkie caught the faint light from the hall. ‘It must be one of your insane countrymen that thinks guns solve everything.’
‘Okay, wow, that is a massive generalization of Americans.’ Alex huffed. ‘Our country is big, you know, much bigger than yours.’ He didn’t mean for that to come out so suggestive, but there it was.
‘Yes, more space to fuck up the environment and kill each other.’ Michael gave him a truly sarcastic thumbs up and Alex, totally accidentally (not), jabbed his elbow into Michael’s side. He made a surprised little noise, like that was the absolute last thing he expected Alex to do. Which, to be fair, elbowing a prince wasn’t the smartest thing Alex had ever done. ‘You tosser.’
‘Tosser? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ Alex asked. ‘And also, I’ve never been shot at either, so maybe you’re just bad luck.’ Michael shifted and pressed them even closer together.
‘I’m not the one who nearly broke his neck by tripping over a mop.’ Alex rolled his eyes so hard it hurt a little. ‘You’re not supposed to roll your eyes at a prince, you do know that, right?’ Michael asked, condescendingly.
‘Yeah well, we weren’t really supposed to start our own nation, but we didn’t listen to that either.’ Alex snapped.
‘Could you move?’ Michael said, instead of sniping back. Alex rolled his eyes, again, because he wasn’t about to let His Royal Asshole-ness tell him what to do.
‘No, I obviously can’t. I’m not spending my time pressed up against you for fun here, bucko.’ Alex said earning an annoyed groan from Michael and another elbow in his side. ‘Would you watch your fucking knobbly elbows.’ Alex snapped and he gave Michael a little push with his shoulder.
‘Would you shut up and stop putting our lives at risk.’ Michael hissed as there were running footsteps outside.
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Consider: a Malex Killing Eve AU
Alex is the lethal, elusive assassin and Michael is the FBI agent who has to apprehend him, and of course they have a ~thing~ (up to you if they’ve had a thing since high school or if they’re just meeting now). Alex is brilliant and capricious and mysterious and tantalizing and Michael is so drawn to him, even as he’s a little frightened. That just turns him on more,. 
And, Michael being the dramatic, lovestruck bisexual that he is, just like Eve, puts out a hit on himself so that he can get in touch with Alex. 
And, of course, Alex shows up with absolutely no intention of killing him, but very concerned that someone wants the object of his affections dead. 
And, uh, idk where it goes from there because season 2 of Killing Eve is still airing, so take this where you will. If anyone wants to write this prompt, feel free. @roswellprompts feel free to reblog. 
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