❤️ He's always been a stay-in rather than a go-out kind of guy. Alphonso will go out somewhere if you really want (or when he really wants to, on occasion) to but he prefers just to be chilling out at his place or (even more preferably because it's private) your place.

❤️ Pizza, beer, and movies are the perfect way to romance this man. Bonus points if you:

• wear his shirts (and nothing else, he loves you in his clothes).

• pick a movie he LOVES so he can go all movie buff about it, telling you little trivia about it and mentioning something owns from the movie.

• start dozing off beside him, it makes him smile and hold you tighter.

❤️ Loves pizza anything but...if you MAKE him a pizza? A heart shaped pizza?? With pepperonis??? Oh, he'll be smiling like an idiot all night long. He doesn't talk about his relationship with his family very much but Alphonso will casually bring this one up around them (and doesn't care when they tease him a little because, hey, he's in love and his love made pizza, nothing can keep him down).

❤️ Super touchy. Stealing kisses, cuddling, a rough hand on your thigh or around yous, throwing an arm around your shoulders or waist. Alphonso's super affectionate and needs to touch you as much as he can.

❤️ WILL ignore his siblings all night, unless it's Jayme (because she's his favorite and gets privileges) or Sloane (because she never bothers him when he's with you, so it must be important if she's actually doing it). But the others can fuck right off, this is his night with his girl!

❤️ Notices that you've started keeping his favorite beer in your fridge and he's just, ugh, so in love with you. Over time, there's other stuff too. A drawer cleared out for his spare clothes, his toiletries kept in the bathroom, pictures of him on the walls. And he'll return the favor too, keeping your favorite candy in his candy stash, your clothing hung up in the wardrobe beside his, little things like that.

❤️ Even though all of this is not what some would call romantic, Alphonso DOES try to make it more romantic, just to woo you. He'll bring your favorite flowers when he comes over, hangs up fairy lights (because those are pretty, right??) to set the mood, just random stuff like that. It's super cute though and works every time.

❤️ Sometimes, Jayme crashes but neither of you mind. She likes hanging out with Alphonso (and you, she really likes you, even if it doesn't show) and sometimes needs a breather from the house too. So she'll crash on the couch with your guys, roll her eyes if you get too affectionate (not that Alphonso cares). He'll sleep in your bed when the night is over and she'll take the couch, the two of them walking home in the morning.

"Sorry for crashing date night."

"Nah, don't be. Y/N likes having you around.

"Yeah, I like her being around. I guess."

But they're both smiling and, even though it didn't sound like much, a lot was said.

❤️ He loves classics, mystery, and horror but he actually really likes rom coms too. The man's a romantic at heart and is a sucker for a happy ending, he just doesn't advertise that too much.

Little Details:

• Alphonso will occasionally fall asleep too and he does snore a bit. Luckily, you seem not to mind.

• Occasionally, he'll actually take you to the movies. Load up on popcorn and candy, sneak a few beers in under his jacket and all that. He also likes drive in movie theaters as well.

• You will end up messing around during a drive in movie at some point but that's always been a fantasy of his anyway. Alphonso will be smiling for days afterwards and be in such a good mood that even Marcus mentions it.

Sloane: Destined to Be.

“'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissing me.”

She believed in things like that, pretty things like soulmates and destinies written in the stars, everyone has a fate.

And you were hers.

You came into her world like starlight and she didn’t know what to make of you, this bright and beautiful thing. All she knew was that she loved you and that you loved her too...and that in itself is all she’s ever wanted. She’s dancing with you, laughing as your lips kiss along her neck and shoulder. Your lips are heaven on her skin and her voice is honey to you.

“Come on, sweetheart,” you whispered. “Come away with me!”

And he just that, taking your hand and running off into happily ever after. Who cares what’s coming around the next corner?

As long as she has you by her side, Sloane knows she’ll be okay.

Jayme: Oh, Fuck, I Love You/Frenemies to Lovers.

“Remember me, love, when I am reborn as I shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.”

No. No, no, no, no, NO! This is NOT happening. She doesn’t LOVE you, hell, Jayme doesn’t even LIKE you! You’re so...so annoying! And weird...and pretty...and prefect...and yeah, she thinks about you all of the time. All day and all night. And sometimes she looks at your lips and dreams about kissing them and once she dreamed of marrying you (you had a house and a dog and it was great) and...and she loves you.

Oh, fuck!

So she’s a little mean to you. She bullies you a bit (but is also really sweet) and is snarky all of the time (heaven help anyone else who even LOOKS at you funny, she will kick some ass) and she thinks that nobody knows how much she’s in love.

But you know. And you love her too.

And Jayme’s losing a battle she never even knew had begun, the walls coming down as she just falls more and more in love with you.

“Jayme...”

But when you moan and mutter her name and press your lips to her skin, oh, she just melts for you, baby! Forgetting all of her fears, Jayme kisses you again and again until her lips are swollen and her mind is hazy, drunk off of whatever this is…

Love.

It’s love and it’s not that bad...it’s actually pretty fucking fantastic.

Alphonso: Beauty and the Beast.

“I need you to run to me, run to me, lover,. Run until your lungs are bleeding.”

To clarify, you never refer to your love as such a thing and neither does he. No, that’s what every newspaper, gossip mag, and fucking Twitter are calling your relationship when someone leaks a photo of you two kissing.

In any other circumstances, he would have loved this picture.

The two of you are on the roof, looking over the city as the sun sets. Colors stream behind you and the sun makes a ring of light over you both, Alphonso’s arms around you as you kiss. He would have loved it...if it weren’t for the fact that something so special to him has been turned into a gossip mag’s fodder and for the big, black letter that announce it to the world: BEAUTY AND THE BEAST! HAS ALPHONSO HARGREEVES FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE TO LOVE THE PRINCE WITHIN? And it just hurts.

You’re pulling it away now, tossing the headlines into the fire as Alphonso hides away in your arms again.

“I love you, I love you, darling,” you murmur against his lips.

And he’s kissing you like his life depends on it, shutting out the world with every beat of his heart. You love him, you love him...and that’s all he needs.

Sparrow! Ben: Enemies to Lovers.

“And that day that we'll watch the death of the sun that the cloud and the cold and those jeans you have on and you'll gaze unafraid as they sob from the city roofs wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you.”

You hate him and he hates you, plain and simple. But, hey, you’re a hell of a fighter and he can’t deny that you’re sexy as hell. And you think he’s hot, he just fucking knows it. After all, you’re always coming after him, throwing punches and insults. But even in the grit of the fight, there’s that tension, that wanting.

He’s never wanted anybody as much as this.

And Ben’s got you just where he wants you, tentacles wrapped around your body tightly. He presses himself against you from behind, lips scorching your neck as you struggle.

You move to meet his lips, stealing a kiss...and then you stab the tentacle wrapped around you, taking off as Ben screams. Oh, you wicked little thing! He’s grinning as blood runs down his face, watching as you blow him a kiss and promise to play again.

William Shakespeare, Othello.

Jayme isn’t easy to love, that much she knows.

She can be mean and snarky far too often and her nasty habit of pushing people away when they start getting close certainly doesn’t help. Loving her was a battle that no one had been willing to fight for too long. But some how, despite all of the snark and venom, you loved her anyway and a part of her still couldn’t believe it...no one really could.

They said it all of the fucking time.

Maybe opposites really do attract but everybody else seemed to focus on just how opposite you really were, something of sugar and salt.

And every time they said it, Jayme just felt a little bit more.

Because maybe she didn’t deserve you and maybe you weren’t going to stick around...and maybe, just maybe, that thought terrified her in a way she could not explain. And then there was Jenna. Fucking Jenna. She was perfect, beautiful and charming and oh so wonderful!

Jayme hated that bitch.

Because Jayme could see the way she was looking at you, flirting with you, so carefully creeping closer and closer and, oh, Jayme could feel the venom building up. She wanted to scream, to spit, to break that bitch’s pretty little face into a million fucking pieces. But she didn’t. She couldn’t. Because, as much as she wanted to hurt her, she couldn’t bare the idea of hurting you...all her life, she’d never struggled with cracking skulls. But for you? For you she would hold back the rage.

You could see it, that fire in her eyes, though she didn’t know that. Sensing the fury within, you excused yourself from the party and followed Jayme as she stormed off, chasing her to the rooftop garden.

“Jay?”

She was standing at the edge of the roof, surrounded by greenery and roses as she gazed up at the sky. Coming close, you placed a hand on the small of her back and she sighed, the touch of you such a sweet comfort. Together you sat on the edge, head leaning against her shoulder as you looked up at the starry sky.

Andromeda, Aquila, Libra…

“She likes you,” Jayme suddenly said, breaking the silence with quiet fury. “Jenna. And I...I hate that. I hate the way she looks at you.”

“Baby, the only one I’m looking at is you,” you whispered.

And she smiled, despite herself, turning to look at you. Stardust glittered in your eyes on on her lips and she kissed you, needing the taste and touch of you so, so badly. Neither of you returned to the party. Instead you stayed up there in the clouds, counting the stars and stealing kisses. In time the anger dissipated (and later when you would tell her how proud you were that she didn’t unleash the way she wanted to, she would confess that she only did it for you) and Jayme felt okay again.

She felt loved and it was all she needed, the love of her life and the stars in the sky.

Sculptor, Orion, Musca…

Klaus is a mess and you, darling, just make him a hell of a lot messier.

It’s utterly ridiculous how much he loves you, but what’s even more ridiculous was that you loved him back. Him! Klaus Hargreeves! He was a screw-up, a disaster, all glitter and gore and misery and he was loved.

And that scared him.

Love, was no soft little creature, no, it was a fucking monster.

It was a beast that slithered in and destroyed with all of it’s poison and sharp teeth and it had bitten the man one too many times. He’d been hurt, over and over again by the beast. Scars littered his skin and soul and Klaus found himself terrified that he might loose you too. Heart aching and mind racing, Klaus had pulled away after that, wondering if this might be better.

Was it safe to love you?

Would you be happier without him?

Sometime he thought about that, imagining you happy as can be with someone else...someone safer and sweeter and normal. But the thought alone was too much to bare, did you want somebody else? Or did you want him? He prayed to the universe, to God, to anything that might be out for something, anything...some kind of sign to prove it to him.

And it was you.

You were the sign of love, no, you were love incarnate! Sitting outside his door, plucked from your garden and wrapped neatly in newspaper and twine, were flowers. Lilies. They were his favorite lily, Casa Blanca lilies, with sweet snowy petals. Once he’d told you about that and Klaus realized that you must have grown these for him...he smiled at the sight of them, fumbling for the note tucked between the flowers, reading what had been scribbled in you familiar handwriting.

“We loved with a love that was more than love...”

Heart fluttering in his chest, Klaus ran to you at once, love note and a lily still clutched in his hands. Falling against the door, he knocked and said your name like a love song, smiling as you opened the door.

“You gave me flowers,” he said breathlessly, falling into you. “You love me!”

Her phones suddenly buzzes to life, soft light breaking through the darkness as Jayme smiles and slips out from beneath the sheets. She stays still for a second, listening carefully...and then she’s on the move. Creeping through the quiet house, Jayme is careful not to wake her siblings as she passes by each of their bedroom doors.

Marcus’s white noise machine hums, ocean sounds playing softly.

Ben’s snoring softly, tossing and turning in bed.

Soft thumps come from Sloane’s bedroom, her powers activating in her sleep as random items float and fall around the room.

Fei’s ravens sleep and so does she.

Alphonso’s TV still plays, having fallen asleep during a movie marathon and quiet screaming echoing as some dumb teens get murdered.

Christopher mumbles in his sleep, chirping nonsense.

And you’re waiting on the porch, looking up at the stars as you wait for her. Hoodie up, she can just make out your features and bright eyes. The sight of you has Jayme smiling, door slowly opening as she whispers your name.

“Y/N, let’s go...”

At once you’re in her arms (and you fit so perfectly, made just for her to hold), kissing her like nobody ever has and laughing into her lips. Her heart is flipping and skipping around in her chest as Jayme pulls you into the house, dark eyes glancing over her shoulder as she listens carefully. She’s got you pressed between her body and the wall, your arms around her shoulders as she takes a breath…

“Shhh...”

Listening. Waiting.

Worried about getting caught, her heart fumbles in her chest as she holds tight to you and wonders if what she heard was her world crashing down...or just her imagination.

There’s nothing. No one. The family still sleeps and she is safe, you are safe. And she’s kissing you again before pulling you up the steps and down the hall. Sneaking past her siblings once more, Jayme brings you into her bedroom. The blue walls are covered in posters and a few pictures of her family, left a little more disorganized then some of her sibling’s rooms. Marcus is always after her about that. But hidden in it are little pieces of you, keepsakes from dates (ticket stubs from movies and a napkin from your favorite diner) and little gifts you had given her (a woven bracelet of black leather, books you loved, the mix tape you’d made her), the hoodie she stolen from you tossed over the desk chair. Bringing you to the bed, Jayme undresses with you, kisses stolen and laughter muffled as she pulls you into the dark blue sheets.

Stars glow in her bedroom ceiling in crooked constellations, her arms around you as Jayme holds you close.

“Jay?” You whisper. “Are you okay, baby?”

Half-smiling, she looks at you with a softness saved only for you and you alone as her fingers stroke your cheek. This still feels so unreal to her...holding you, touching you, loving you, and being loved in return. But it was real, you were real and you loved her.

You fucking love her and it was something so wonderful to know.

“I’m fine, I just...can you stay with me?” her voice breaks softly and your hand wraps around hers.

“Always.”

She kisses you once more and, just like that, you fall asleep together. Falling into such sweet dreams, Jayme ends up sleeping through her normal morning routine...which is probably why Alphonso ended up in her bedroom the next morning, expecting to shake his sister awake and instead finding a fun little surprise in her bed.

The two of you, half-dressed and cuddling as you slept soundly.

Your head is resting on her heart and Jayme’s smiling in her sleep, tucked into the tangled blankets and roused only by her confused brother’s whisper.

“Uh...Jayme?”

Eyes open and flicker towards her brother...then to the clock..and then to you, confusion melting into terror as it all begins to make sense. She is so fucking busted, Marcus shouting from downstairs for her and Alphonso.

“Shit!” she hisses, rushing about the bedroom to get ready and waking you (half with a kiss and half with a violent shake that sends you out of bed) all at once. “Shit, shit, shit!”

How the hell is she gonna handle this?

How is she supposed to get you out of this house with Marcus on a warpath?

Jayme’s panicking as you both get dressed, mind racing as she tried to figure something out. But Alphonso once again proves why he is Jayme’s favorite in the family, stepping up to save his sister (and you) from total disaster.

“You,” he says to his sister. “go handle Marcus. I got her...but we are talking later.”

And that was how Jayme ended up being scolded by a furious Number One as she stood silently, trying so hard not to let anything show on her face...which was hard when she saw you and Fonz running past the windows and escaping down the street. You had just enough time to blow her a kiss before vanishing, relief flooding in her heart.

“What do you have to say for yourself, Number Six?”

“It won’t happen again.”

Because next time, Jayme thinks to herself, she going to be real fucking careful. The tension subsides slowly and nothing more is said of the matter...until that night, when she and Alphonso go out for pizza and he demands all of the details.

So she tells him all about a beautiful girl that brings her sweet dreams and makes all of this worth it.

The chaos that had unfolded that day was disastrous enough. But you and your brother Viktor were tow emotional powerhouses, the fear and anger feeding into something dangerous and undeniably beautiful. As his own family cornered yours, Marcus had watched as you showed the Sparrows just what you were capable of. Fire burst as you screamed, a burst of power rippling through the air and knocking him off his feet. The entire academy shook as two powers unleashed, a blinding white song blasting into dark fire.

He should have done something, he should have been frightened or angry...but he wasn’t. All Marcus could do was stop and stare at you.

The hero watched in awe as you spread your wings, eyes like fire and furious scream echoing, and you tried desperately to protect the ones you loved...and you had protected him too, pulling Marcus away at the last second as the world crashed. The roof had collapsed a little, debris nearly crashing down onto him until he rescued him at the last second. He was fire and he was flying, Marcus hovering with you, for a moment as the flames danced.

‘Are you okay?’

The voice in his mind, your voice, was sweet...soft. And he somehow knew that, despite this whole mess, you didn’t want this. You didn’t want to hurt him.

‘Who are you?’

‘...Y/N.’

Marcus looked into you eyes as the fire fell away and he fell too, entranced by the color lingering beneath the flames. You were, he decided, the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And maybe that had something to do with why he ended up at that diner, sitting across you and Viktor. He was surprised to learn that neither of you were number one, numbers seven and eight respectively. That, he thought, had to be a mistake. But his father always had a way of making those...you seemed just as surprised at your brother’s show of power (and a little impressed by his threats) but willing to make a deal.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”

You smiled and reached across the table. Palms up, you offered Marcus something and, despite not knowing what it might be, he trusted you and took your hands int his.

The touch of you was soft, hands clasping together so perfectly. Fire burned once more, eyes alight, and your power hit him like a tidal wave. Marcus saw everything, every memory, every emotion, everything you and your family had been through for so long. He felt like he was drowning in it, the supernova of your soul consuming his own.

‘We don’t live in a universe of rules-’

‘All the what-ifs start to haunt you.’

‘I know what it’s like to love dangerous people. Difference is...they love me back.’

‘My cult is going to be so pissed!’

‘I thought it was my job to keep everyone safe, and I just made it worse.’

‘We could have years, we could have days, but we only have one life. And we gotta go with our hearts.’

‘We didn’t choose this life, we’re just living in it.’

‘-we live in a universe of chances.’

But if he was drowning then you were the air in his lungs, keeping him sane through the memories of insanity. Your eyes, bright and beautiful, gazed into his as your voice spoke calmly over the never-ending clamor.

‘I’m not trying to hurt you, Marcus, and I’m not trying to hurt your family. I don’t want that. All I want is for my family to be okay.’

The power faded and Marcus gasped, still clutching your hands like a lifeline. He was shaking but you, you were the calm after the storm, never faltering for a second. Viktor grinned, clearly used to the level of power your possessed, as you whispered his name and asked if he was okay. And he was. Opening his eyes, Marcus saw you smiling at him, memories fading to the back of his mind. There was, he decided, nobody else like you.

“You come with me,” he stated. “I grab the case and we call this whole thing off.”

Though he called it insurance, the truth was...he just wanted to be close to you. And he was already imagining what might come next, eyes flickering towards the raven watching him through the window. Let them watch, Marcus thought to himself. Let them scheme and pout. He had much better things to do. Taking you with him Marcus returned to his (and your) home, hoping not to be seen. And luckily, you knew a way to get around his family without being noticed. He’d seen it briefly in your mind, a dark tunnel lit up by glowing pink stars.

“It’s an old tunnel Klaus and I found...used it all the time to sneak in and out of the Academy.”

Marcus had never found it but apparently Alphonso had, beer bottles scattered across the brick floor. He kicked them aside in annoyance but you only laughed, pulling him along. It would be simple enough, he thought, grab the suitcase, get out, and put this whole thing to rest. And then maybe...maybe he could ask you out. Take you to dinner or something.

And then it all went to shit.

Because Grace was crazier then she had been before, all Satanic symbols and shit, and there was some creepy...glowing...thing she was worshiping. Marcus was in shock, reaching out to touch it until you pulled him back.

“We have to go. Now.”

“Do you,” Marcus stuttered. “Do you know what that thing is?”

“No, but my brother will.”

~

Five was clenching both his jaw and his fists, murder in the old man’s eyes as he glared at the lot of you.

“Five seconds,” he hissed. “I was retired for five fucking seconds and in that time you all managed to anger the Amish, get kidnapped, conspire with the enemy, and some how stumble upon a brand new apocalypse? Perfect! Just perfect!”

He screamed in frustration, mumbling obscenities among panicked planning, Marcus glancing between the two of you.

This was the solution to the end of the world? Some scrawny kid and mean old man hybrid?

“Are you sure he can help-”

“And you!” Five spat as he whirled around. “You see your robot nanny going all psycho about a glowing ball in the basement and you. Try. To. Touch it?! The only reason your dumb ass is even alive right now is because of Y/N and speaking of!” He was in your face in seconds. “You two don’t speak for this family! And you don’t run around with the enemy!”

“Don’t you think we have bigger problems then the Sparrows right now?” you calmly retorted.

And from there on, it kept being shit.

The world was ending and his world was falling apart, Marcus’s heart breaking a little bit more every time. First he lost Jayme and Alphonso (they died without ever knowing how loved they really were and that would haunt him until his final breath). Then Fei and Christopher too. Only he, Sloane, and Ben were left...but you were there too. Marcus didn’t know what to make of you still, dark eyes always following you as he tried to make sense of it.

You were terrifying and beautiful, like a wildfire brought to life and given bright eyes and a sweet smile. You were like nothing he had ever known and everything he’d ever wanted, dreams of you haunting him even in waking hours.

And he loved you.

He barely knew you but he loved you and wanted you. His sister was getting married, the world was ending, and Marcus...he wasn’t going to waste a second of it. He’d always been the type to go for what he wanted, never letting anything stand in his way, not even the end of the goddamn world. What was the point of holding back now? Some things he could never go back and change but this was something he could control, a regret that could never come to be. Wandering through the hotel, he found you getting ready for the wedding in your room and thought you more beautiful then ever. The silvery-gray dress you wore was something of moonlight, one glittering sleeve draping down your left arm and a slit up the skirt revealing your leg and silver heels.

“Wow,” Marcus muttered. “You look...amazing.”

You smiled at him coyly and Marcus took it as an invitation, closing the door behind him as he came in. It was easy talking to you, the worries for the future (whatever little bit of it that he had of it) fading away as you fixed his tie and talked about the wedding.

“I think it’s prefect,” you declared. “They’re making the most of what they’ve got and just...being in love. Is there any better way to die?”

Marcus laughed, taking your hand in his. Though a little surprised, you didn’t pull away as he spoke.

“I was gonna ask you out,” he said softly. “Before all of...this went down.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, had it all planned out. Dinner at the Rose Lounge, they got reserved dining rooms...and a ballroom. We’d go dancing after. Then I’d take you to my favorite place and we’d just look at the stars. I’d give you my jacket if you got cold and, if it was alright...I’d ask if I could kiss you.”

You were close, so close, and you fit into his embrace as though you were made for him. Lips lingering over his, Marcus smiled.

And then he kissed you, his body and soul on fire as he fell into you.

This, he decided, this made the end of the world worth it. Marcus’s arms wrapped around your waist and held your tight against his chest. He was melting in the blissful blaze of you, kissing you with everything he had. The wedding was about to start. That alone had the dinner and the dancing...so there was just one other thing left. The one thing he’d always dreamed about. Pulling away, Marcus slid a hand into his pocket, looking down at the glittering thing he held.

“I always thought...I always thought that I’d meet somebody amazing. And we’d fall in love and I’d get my happily ever after and if,” Marcus laughed, shaking his head. “If we could have done it right, I think you’d be that somebody. I think this was meant for you.”

It was a necklace of smooth, shining silver. The chain was delicate and strung upon it was a simple charm, the letter M etched into a circle.

Was it totally corny? Alphonso had told him so (which is probably why he didn’t tell anyone else about it). He was nervous, wondering if you liked it or if you even wanted it, if you wanted him...but you only kissed his jaw before turning around, allowing Marcus to clasp the necklace around you. He was smiling like an idiot as you took his hand and lead him into the wedding. He still wasn’t sure if your family even liked him but...but maybe they didn’t totally hate him. Sloane smiled brightly at the sight of you together and Klaus waggled his eyebrows, a goofy grin on his face.

If this was the end of the world, it was a good way to end, two messed up family’s dancing the night away as the universe itself fell apart.

Marcus had never seen his sister so happy, utterly moonstruck with the giant she now called her husband. And Ben couldn’t hide it, he wanted so badly to be one of them, hanging onto Klaus like a lifeline...not that Marcus could really blame him. He hadn’t been able to look away from you all night, dancing the apocalypse away with you in his arms. While everyone was looking at the sky, he was looking at you.

“Hey...”

Sitting on the stairs, his arms are wrapped around your waist as lips trial over your neck and you laugh breathlessly, leaning into his embrace.

“What are you up to?” you whispered.

“Didn’t you hear?” Marcus replied in mock surprise. “The world’s ‘bout to end. Let’s make the most of it.”

And just like that you’re running through the halls, laughing as Marcus chases you through the hotel. The dress moves like silver fire as you run through the shadows, looking back as you dart around the corner. Following behind, Marcus is surprised by your lips as you steal a kiss before bolting away again, daring him to catch you. And he does just that, pulling you into the vacant room he’d earlier claimed as his own, the door slamming shut as he fell against it. Falling into his arms, you kiss him deeply and he feels that wildfire swallow him again, hands on your hips as he holds you close. Your heart flutters against his own, lips trailing across his jaw and neck as he moans gruffly.

He doesn’t want to think about it tonight.

Everything he’s lost and is about to lose...he’s not thinking about it. All Marcus can focus on is your lips on his and your hands on his body, pulling the suit off piece by piece as he brings you to the bed. He’s wearing next to nothing and laying back on the sheets, grinning as you hover over him. Using your power let the dress fall away into a pool of silver.

Beautiful...you’re so, so beautiful.

And he’s so in love with you, eyes roaming over your body and lingering on that shining silver M. It’s all that’s left, your body bared as he gazes in awe.

If only…

Shaking the sad thoughts away, Marcus pulls you into another kiss and falls into the blissful wildfire. Though he did not know what was coming around the corner, he didn’t quite care. Happiness is the taste of your lips, your hands on his heart, and the heat of your body as you burn for him, whispering his name as the universe falls apart.

“Marcus...”

Pulling you from his lap, Marcus rolls and places you on the sheets, leaning low. His lips brush against yours as he whispers everything about you (beautiful, wonderous, terrifying and glorious and so, so lovable), fingers entertaining with your own as he held on tight.

Marcus decides that you were right...dying in love was truly the most beautiful was to die.

So he kisses you again and makes you his, drowning you in all of the love that he wished he could had given you, if only fate had been a little kinder.

The apocalypse belongs to lovers.

Walking hand in hand through the city, Alphonso had you laughing with his antics. It had been a good night and he was in a good mood, pulling you into his embrace to smother your neck and face with kisses as you sighed his name so sweetly. Alphonso, Alphonso! You said his name like magic and he was under your spell. And you were under his, stealing kisses and pulling away with stunned lips and bright eyes, drunk off of his kiss. There’s nothing better then this, you think to yourself. Nothing better then pizza, beer, and your man by your side. You’re bickering sweetly, debating which movie to watch tonight, when a sudden popping sound steals your attention.

Gunshots.

At once you’re on the move, bolting towards the direction of the sound. A jewelry store on the corner catches your attention, a black van parked in the alley and masked figures moving across the window. You can’t see the hostages but you can see the guns and a few bad guys in need of an ass kicking. Alphonso takes the front and you take the back, sneaking quietly through the alley. There’s a creep waiting by the back door and by the time you take him out and get inside, Alphonso’s already got two more on the floor. There’s at least three more, according to the unconscious lump out back, but you’ve only got eyes on one of ‘en. Alphonso’s got him shaking in his ski mask, that mean smile on his face and your heart thrills at the sight of him.

“You must be new here,” he quips. “or maybe you’re just an idiot.”

The gun raises and you glare, ready to beat the hell out of this guy...nicely.

“You are one ugly mother fu-”

Well, now you’re not going to be so nice about it. Fury fills your veins as hurt flashes through Alphonso’s eyes. He tries to be tough and not let that kind of thing get to him but it does. It hurts him every time and, damn it, you’re not about to let somebody treat the love of your life like that! Bursting into sight, Alphonso knows to duck for cover as you raise up and clap your hands in front of you. A sonic blast rips through the air, sending that asshole flying into the wall. Yeah, that’s gotta be a concussion and at least a few broken bones...maybe some internal bleeding if you’re lucky! Tweedle Dee and Dum enter the room but bolt at the sight of you.

Fast thinking, you thought, but not fast enough.

A sonic scream echoed, blowing out the back wall and sending them flying into the alley. Within seconds, all six were cuffed and either heading to jail or the emergency room.

And you two were heading home, a heavy silence hanging over you.

Alphonso wasn’t laughing or joking around anymore, just holding your hand tightly as you walked through the streets. He doesn’t want to talk about it right now, that much you know, needing a little bit more time. So you just squeeze his hand and just take him home. Hiding away in Alphonso’s bedroom, he nurses a beer slowly and stares out the window. There in the distance is his family, suited up and looking serious...he hates that billboard, having confessed that to you. Hates ‘em all.

“Fonz?”

Joining him on the bed, Alphonso’s arm instinctively wraps around you and holds you close. Something about holding you like this made the hurt melt away, at least a little bit. So he holds you a little bit tighter and takes another sip of his beer.

“You’re not ugly, baby,” you whispered.

“Hard to believe that when the whole world is screaming it in your face.”

He saw it all the damn time. Articles, comments, mean little quips spilling all over the place. The world had declared him to be the ugly one, especially compared to his brothers. When you’re relationship had been leaked all anyone could wonder was why you were dating him instead of Ben or Marcus. Because he was baeastly, hideous, one ugly son of a bitch. And he remembered every cruel comment, every gossip mag, every time someone stared or pointed or some little kid cried at the sight of him. His heart feels heavy in his chest, throat hurting as tears began to well. But then he feels your lips on his neck and it soothes him, your voice whispering in his ear.

“You have the most beautiful eyes...so lovely and dark and full of light. Like stars! Whenever I look at the night sky, I think of you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, baby, and you’re smile’s so sweet! I look at your lips and I just wanna kiss you.”

He’s smiling despite himself and moving in your arms, now his head is laying on your heart. He can hear your heart beating wildly and with every beat, he feels more certain that you’re telling the truth and that maybe he’s a little bit beautiful too. Fingers play with the crown of dark curls and you’re smiling again.

“And your hair!” you whisper. “I love your hair, I love playing with it...and you’ve got the kindest hands. There’s nothing on earth like you’re touch, baby.”

“Keep going,” Alphonso begs.

“Your voice is my favorite sound. And I love the freckles on your back, that cute little constellation.”

It goes on all night long. Sipping beer and stealing kisses, you tell Alphonso all of the beautiful parts of him. And by the end of it, he’s believing it and loving himself, just a little bit. He’s forgotten all about those losers and all of the cruel remarks that he’s been carrying around. It all just vanishes, as though you’ve spoken a magic spell. You might be magic, he thinks, and he might just be a fool in love but damn it, you’re just too perfect.

Raising his gaze to meet your own, Alphonso kisses you softly.

And you kiss him back as though you had been craving nothing else, hungry for his love.

“I love you,” Alphonso mumbles against your lips. “so much, mi amado. I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you, baby.”

And you do, you do. You love your man more then anything on earth. He’s what you were born for, what you fight for and adore.

Just him, just like this.

~

Lips grace your neck.

She’s just come home, tired and bloodied as she falls into you. Jayme is a creature of habit and you know her every move from memory.

The clattering resounding through the apartment is her keys being tossed onto the side table, door slamming behind her and lock clicking into place (she always makes sure to lock everything, so worried about your safety). And the two thumps are her combat boots, kicked off to settle beside the sneakers you keep by the door. A weary sigh fills the air as she takes a moment to herself, to breathe, to think, to feel. And then she comes to find you.

You are waiting for her in the kitchen, sensing her presence as she comes.

The scent of smoke and dried blood mingle with fresh coffee as she comes close, pressing you between her body and the counter.

“Coffee’s almost ready.”

“Hmmm...” mumbling absentmindedly, Jayme’s fingers brushed your hair away and exposed your neck to her bloody lips. “I missed you.”

Lips dance along your neck in a crooked line, blood staining your skin.

And you smile, leaning into it, because you missed her too, coffee machine humming along with the beat of your hearts. She holds you and kisses you, loving how you keep her stable in this disastrous world.

Every kiss saves her, just a little bit.

~

Foreheads press together, dark eyes gazing at you through a haze of dark lashes.

Jayme had stumbled into your apartment without thinking, knowing that she wanted nothing else but you. Everything and everyone else just fucking sucks right now and she’s so angry and hurting but you, you, darling, are the remedy for the aching in her heart. Storming out of the academy, she ran to you right then, ranting and pacing furiously for a long, long time. But the anger has subsided slowly and now...she just wants yo hold you.

And she’s here now, hiding in the dark with you.

Moonlight spills over lovers in a pool of silver as Jayme presses herself into you softly, forehead against your own and eyes locked together.

Has anyone ever been as lovely as you?

Eyes so bright, lips so sweet, all stardust and sugar...oh, she just loves you so much!

She doesn’t need to say another word, you know that she’s hurting right now. And she doesn’t need anything else as you kiss her softly and whisper into her lips, everything else just vanishing into this kiss. Anger fades away into passion, Jayme kissing you deeply.

And it all just feels right once again.

~

Lips trace a trail across your shoulders.

Laying naked on her bed, you are bathed in the light of the setting sun, all golden and glowing and sweet, fast asleep. She looks at you and thinks of honey, smiling at the sight of you. Stripping from her uniform, Jayme joins you in bed and lays beside you as fingers travel up, up, up your spin. You shiver in your sleep and she smiles, kissing your shoulder.

“Jay…?”

The sound of your voice, soft and sleepy, just makes her heart flutter (she feels stupid for saying it, but it’s true) as you stir beneath her. A kiss, kiss, kiss is drawn from shoulder to shoulder and you’re sighing so sweetly, melting beneath her touch.

Slowly you roll in her embrace, back against the sheets as you look up at her.

The sun is in your eyes and a smile is on your face as Jayme grins at you, wondering how one person can be so stunningly perfect…

“Jayme…”

Her name is magic on your lips, a siren song that draws her in as she kisses you again and again.

~

Arms wrap around your waist as she pulls you into her embrace.

Her head rests against your shoulder as Jayme cuddles close, cheek pressed flat against your shoulder and looks at the window.

Twilight has come over the city, sunlight slipping slowly into darkness. Most people are sad at the end of a perfect summer day but Jayme counts the seconds until darkness. During they daylight hours, she’s mostly busy and can barely steal a moment to be with you (and that sucks so much). But in the dark she is free to be with you once again, to love you and to be loved by you, and she just lives for these moments.

Your hands fold over hers, the touch of cool metal making her smile.

The rings you wear are simple silver bands, her own typically on a chain when training or fighting. But tonight it’s on her finger too, ring glinting softly side by side in the light and simple inscription glittering.

J + Y.

It’s just a little piece of you she likes to keep with her, a reminder of who she has waiting for her at the end of a day.

~

Lips wander the valley between your breasts.

You writhing beneath her, hands tangled in her hair as you moan her name like a prayer. She is your goddess, Aphrodite on earth, and you are in the palm of her hand. Jayme is beautiful and terrifying, something of lightning and roses and ichor, and you are so, so in love with her. Her lips are a fire against your skin, wildfire raging from your belly to your breasts as you moan.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” Jayme whispers against hot skin.

Hands gently squeeze your breast, a little moan making her smile.

Jayme loves to see you fall apart for her, just for her. Because nobody else can make you feel the way she can and she knows it too, taking her time as you fall apart.

Gasping softly, you can feel her smiling against you, kiss after kiss making your mind hazy with love and lust. That beautiful wildfire burning its way up, up, up your neck, sweet nothing whispered in between.

You are so pretty, she declares, and perfect and all kinds of lovely.

And she loves you so fucking much, lips hovering over your own. Unable to take it anymore, you pulled her into again and, oh, she feels that fire too.

Jayme kisses you again and knows that she’s not going anywhere, not tonight.

Home is right here in your lips, right where she belongs.

~

Legs tangle with yours, laying in bed and looking at the stars.

Jayme loves nights like this, all tangled up in you with no worries about tomorrow.

Laying against the pillows, you hold her from behind, hands wrapped around her waist. Jayme loves the star, something you discovered long ago. She can name ever constellation from memory and all of the myths that follow them. And you know her, every freckle and scar and secret little detail that you alone have discovered. Past lovers never hung around too long (that was how she wanted it back then, so selfish and so lonely, but you’ve changed her so much) to know her like this but you?

You know her and you love her and tonight you are holding close her as she gazes at the stars and you gaze at her.

Sometimes she points out the constellations, sometimes she tells you “star stories”.

But tonight you lay in silence, tracing patterns across her stomach.

Jayme’s never felt so happy, so complete. There had been something missing before she met you, a void in her life that only you had been able to fill. Like a blank sky punctured with holes, you’d filled her world with light and she loved you for it.

Closing her eyes, you hummed a lullaby to the beat of your hearts and Jayme drifted off into dreams of you.

~

Lips press to your own again and again.

There’s nothing she wants to do more then to kiss you, so existing just for this. Your lips are heaven and starlight and sweetness and she’s terribly addicted to you.

But you are just as enamored and just as in love.

So she kisses you again and again, falling deeper in love with you with every kiss. Her mind is hazy and her lips are hot, body pressed to your own. Jayme can feel the beat of your heart and it sings with her own, a perfect little song. She pulls away, only for a moment, and bites your lips playfully, softly. But you pull her right back into you again.

“Kiss me,” you beg.

And she does, forgetting everything besides you lips.

It’s just you and here, just the way it should be. Lovers want for nothing but each other and Jayme’s got all of you right here in her hands and heart.

It was almost pitiful, the desperation and adoration she felt for you, love to the point of utter devotion. But it was beautiful too and she’d never been so happy before.

Which is why she’d held back when it came to meeting her family.

She loves them, of course she loves her family, but the Hargreeves are not the perfect heroes they proclaim to be. They are walking disasters, every last one of ‘em. Marcus has an ego the size of Jupiter and control issues like you wouldn’t believe, Ben’s a cocky little bastard filled with tentacled terrors and self-hatred, Alphonso’s cool, Sloane’s two seconds from bolting out the door and never looking back, Fei’s constantly spying on everyone, Christopher can be a little mean, don’t even get her started on their so-called father, and Jayme...well, you love her.

So maybe you’ll love them too.

She’s been thinking about it for a while now, playing around with the idea of introducing you in the back of your mind. Alphonso, of course, already knew you and liked you a lot.

He was her absolute favorite of them all and had been the first to know of you, having met you accidentally and liked you right away. You were, he decided, simply perfect for his sister and the happiness you brought her was worth everything and anything.

And it gave her a little bit of hope.

The truth was that she did want you to meet her family. Yeah, they were a mess, but they were her mess and she loved them. Refused to say it often but totally felt it. So Jayme wanted them to meet the girl she loved too. Honestly, at this point, they had to know that something was up. She was either sneaking out to meet you or sneaking you in/out of the academy (with a few near misses along the way) and while she did it better then Fonz, it had to be obvious. And she was right too, a few of her siblings already suspecting something. It was the way that she smiled so much more, always looking at her phone and drifting off into dreams.

Yeah, they had to at least suspect something was up with her at this point. So she might as well bite the bullet and get it over with, right?

She was holding your hand tight and trying not to imagine all of the things that could go wrong...and you’re nervous as hell, that much she can tell. Because you’re holding onto her tight and she can feel your pulse dancing rapidly too, hand squeezing her own.

“You don’t have to,” she said softly. “Not if you don’t want to.”

“I do!” you replied at once, squeezing her hand softly. “It’s just...”

What if they’re crazy? What if it all blows up in her fucking face? What if they cause a scene or start a fight or scare you off and she’s left all alone forever and ever-

“What if they don’t like me?”

Oh. That’s what you were freaked out about? Jayme laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. She’d been so caught up in her family’s drama that she hadn’t even noticed your own. You’d been freaked out too and she should have noticed that sooner, she should have said something. But thinking that they wouldn’t like you?

“First of all,” Jayme said with a smile. “They are going to love you because I love you. And if they got a problem? Screw ‘em. I’ll leave and take Fonz with me. He’d do it.”

“I would,” Alphonso agreed instantly.

“So you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

And hopefully, neither did she.

“With every step we take,

Kyoto to the bay,

Strolling so casually.

We’re different and the same,

Gave you another name.

Switch up the batteries.”

It was a Sunday night and, while they mostly did their own things through the week, Marcus, for some reason, insisted on Sunday night dinners for “bonding”. It was mostly so he could brag in interviews about them without lying, Jayme thought. He liked that perfect superhero family thing and tried so hard to make it real. But really, it mostly just ended in a screaming match or a fist fight, Sloane crying and everyone storming off to fume about it for a while.

But tonight was going to be different.

Because tonight, as she walked into the dinning room, she had you by her side. Everyone is shocked to see a stranger in the house and a hell of a lot more shocked to see that stranger holding Jayme’s hand. Ben mouths something to Christopher who chitters softly in reply, Marcus clearing his throat loudly.

“Jay? Who’s this?”

“My girlfriend.” She replies as she takes a seat.

You’re sitting next to her in the silence, her family looking at you in confusion. Still nervous as hell, you hold onto her for dear life.

“Hi, it’s...great to finally meet you all,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”

They shared a look, all of them, and Jayme could tell that you were freaking out a little bit from the way you’re hand was shaking. She squeezed it three times (her code for I love you was three and you’d learned to pick up on it) and shot you a smile, silently praying for her fucked up family to something right.

“I wish you’d said something earlier, Jayme,” Sloane said. “I’d of planned something!”

“...What?” she asked at once, glancing at her sister.

“You know, a nicer dinner, her favorite champagne, something to welcome her to the family.” Sloane smiled at you, eyes bright. “Hi! I’m Sloane.”

“Hi.”

You’re not shaking anymore, the grip you have on her hand loosening. Sloane is taking the lead this time and being her oh-so sweet self, asking you all about your life and family. And Jayme’s starting to think that this might not be such disaster because so far nobody’s freaking out or fighting. It’s actually kind...nice? Is that a thing they can do? Christopher chatters suddenly.

“Should have known Jayme was in loooove from the way she was sneaking around and smiling all the time!”

“Chris!” she hisses, shooting him a deadly glare as he feigns terror and they all chuckle.

And just like that you can let go and talk with her family. Sloane is sweet, Christopher is charming, Ben is...not as terrible (though he does question why you like Jayme and you handle it so perfectly too). Fei makes you laugh with a few well timed quips. And Marcus doesn’t say a damn thing, actually being nice to you.

It’s a goddamn miracle.

You spent the night with her and this time, there was no sneaking around. Tonight Jayme took you by the hand and lead you to her bed once more. Laying together, you steal kisses in the shadows and whisper about the night.

“Do you think they liked me?”

“Hell yeah they did,” Jayme whispered, kissing the top of your head. “They fucking loved you, I can tell.”

You’re smiling and her heart just thrills at the sight of it. The academy is not yet quiet, little sounds of her siblings slipping through. Marcus is exercising before bed to music and Sloane is in the kitchen for her nightly cup of tea. She can hear Christopher and Ben chattering away and Alphonso too, the TV playing from his bedroom. It’s a little bit perfect and she realizes that she’s never been so happy before. It feels like whatever was missing from her life has been complete, with her family actually happy for once and you in her arms.

“But you know what?” Jayme says with a grin. “I love you a hell of a lot more.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Fuck yeah,” she grins. “I fucking love you.”

You turn in her embrace and smile at her, playing with her dark hair as you look into your eyes. She feels pretty beneath your gaze, beautiful even, lips hovering over hers in an almost kiss. Her heart is aching for you as your body presses to her, hearts beating together is a jumbled symphony.

“I love you too,” you whisper.

The world fades away with just a kiss, Jayme falling so sweetly into. If there’s such a place as heaven, it must exist within your lips.

“If you gave me a chance, I would take it.

It’s a shot in the dark but we’ll make it.

Know with all of your heart, you can’t shake me.

When I am with you

There’s no place I’d rather be.”