#tua preference

New to the city, you’d just moved there from Italy and had been so focused on making it your home that you hadn’t paid much attention to the whole superhero thing. It was something that only existed in the background and on billboards, until one of them had saved you. Caught in the crossfire of an attempted bank robbery, it had been Alphonso that saved your life that day, pulling you out of danger but stumbling along the way, the two of you tumbling to the ground together. Rolling so you wouldn’t be hurt, Alphonso had ended up laying beneath you as he looked into the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen.

So stunned by your beauty, he hadn’t even noticed that he was staring at you (and you at him), completely entranced by you. Everything just seemed to fade away, outside noises becoming no more than a murmur beneath the sound of two wild heartbeats.

“Um, hi.”

“Hi,” Alphonso replied softly, almost whispering.

And that was it.

He’d lost his heart to you in a single second and the worst part was that you didn’t even know you had it at all.

Alphonso had kept coming around after that, insisting that he as just being “your friendly neighborhood sparrow”. You had no clue that he was showing you any special attention at all, simply thinking that he had to be that wonderful. He’d take you on tours of the city and little adventures, using his influence to pull favors in order to delight you. Midnight tours of the museums, all of the best local restaurants, everything that he loved about the city Alphonso shared with you. And he was just being friendly, right? Because you guys were friends, just friends…

So why was he thinking about you so much? Spending hours upon hours missing you, wondering what you were doing and thinking up new ways to make you smile.

Why was he spending all of his time with you, either running around the city or on the phone?

How come his heart raced when you smiled at him and called him Alphie? Never had he heard such a sweet voice, holding onto your every word as you mumbled in Italian (you always drifted back to your mother tongue while in thought, something he loved about you) and chattered in English, laughing and whispering in his ear. If he closed his eyes, he could hear it, that sweet voice…

“Alphie!”

And why was he laying awake at night in his lonely bed, wishing more then anything that you were laying beside him and kissing him and...oh. Oh.

That’s why.

Love. He was in love. And that thought both thrilled and terrified him. He wanted more then anything to tell you how he felt, truly, replaying the confession a million times in his mind. There Alphonso would tell you how beautiful and intelligent and amazing you were, listing all of the things he loved about you...he would take your hand and tell you exactly how he felt and, in his head, it always ended the same way.

You would smile and kiss him, confessing your own love, and then it was happily ever after!

But Alphonso just couldn’t see that happening in real life.

Fantasies were only fantasies, right? And this was cold reality. In reality, guys like him didn’t exactly have lovers lining up. Especially not when they were as beautiful as you. No, he thought, you’d never ever want him.

So he freaked out and pulled away after that, too scared to even look at you...and it sucked. Because he just really fucking missed you right now. All he wanted to see you and speak to you and hold you. And this absence was hurting him, every ignored call and unanswered text just breaking his heart a little bit more. It was better this way, he told himself, easier. You could move on a be happy with someone else and he...he didn’t know what he’d do. Just that this was better. Safer. But you were not going to be ignored, refusing to let Alphonso just brush you away without so much as a goodbye. Which is why you ended up at his favorite pizzeria one night, surprising him before he could run away.

“Did I do something wrong?”

Alphonso stopped, turning to look at you, dark eyes full of sadness. Did you...did you truly think this whole thing was your fault? Any thoughts of leaving faded away as looked at you, guilt racking his poor heart.

“What?”

“You do not want to speak to me or see me, did I do something wrong?” You asked again. “Are you angry with me, Alphie?”

“No, no, no,” he hurriedly replied.

Speaking quickly in Italian, his heart just broke as he realized how badly he had hurt you. All of that loneliness and longing he’d thought he’s been shouldering alone had been your burden too and the guilt of it was crushing, At once he was moving towards you, hands cupping your face as he pressed his lips to yours. It was the very thing he’d been hungering for, walking around like a starved man and chasing dreams.

But the real thing was so, so much sweeter.

Drenched in the pale yellow light of the flickering streetlamps, Alphonso found all of his dreams hidden between your lips.

Kissing him...you were kissing him back and it was real, not just some fantasy. Hands wrapped around his shoulders, playing with soft curls as you leaned into him. He could feel your heart against his own, the beat of it just as wild, and smiled into the kiss. Just barely pulling away, lips lingered over yours as Alphonso's hands slid down to the small of your back.

“I just...I was afraid you wouldn’t want me,” he whispered.

“Alphonso, tesoro, I want you!” you replied, kissing him again. “I want you and I love you, more then anything else.”

“I love you,” Alphonso said with shaking hands and a soft whisper. “I love you so much.”

He nearly cried he was so happy, kissing you again and again. No longer willing to waste any more time, Alphonso took you home that night. You lay in bed together as Alphonso whispered a million apologies and you assured him that there was no need. All was forgiven with a single kiss...and kissing you was exactly how he would be spending his whole damn life.

Taking your hand and kissing your ring finger, he spent the whole not making his dreams come true with you.

Allison: Second Chances.

“But I want you to know that I’ve had no love like your love.”

The first time around, Allison screwed things up with you and it remained to be one of her greatest regrets...then the entire universe went to shit and now she’s got a long list of them!

But you’re right at the top of it.

She’d do anything just to have another chance with you, a chance to make things right again...and then there you are, as though you’d never left and there she is, loving you just the same.

And it’s perfect. She’s holding you so hard and kissing you (your lips are heaven, muffled confessions pressed between hurried, hot kisses), promising herself silently that everything is going to be different. This time she’s going to love you the way you deserved. This time Allison’s gonna get that happy ending.

“I love, baby, I love you.”

The way you say it is a magic spell, soothing her hurting soul and making the world seem right. The stars have aligned just so she can be with you again...and she’s not going to let anything take that away from her.

Viktor: Lost Memories.

“Babe, there’s something tragic about you, something so magic about you. There’s something lonesome about you, something wholesome about you, get closer to me.”

He loved you so, so much and you had loved him too...so why were you looking at him like he was a stranger? His heart is breaking, smile faltering as Five hurriedly explains whatever mess this is...but he’s barely listening, unable to focus on anything but this.

You don’t know him, you don’t love him.

But he loves you and, oh, his heart is broken...but it can be fixed, can’t it? You can love him again and, even if your old memories never return, he can help you make new ones.

It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay.

Viktor doesn’t really believe that right now...not until you make him believe. Once you had told him that his pain was your pain. You’d had this way of just sensing his hurt, knowing when he needed you the most...and you were suddenly there. And you didn’t even know why you were here, you just wanted to...hold him. To help him. And as you hold him, Viktor begins to believe it...maybe you can love him again.

And you do.

Though you do not know him, your heart sees all of the things you once knew...the magic in his eyes, the music in his voice.

You see the light in his eyes and, without knowing why, your heart thrills in your chest once again.

Klaus: I Thought You Were Dead!

“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her.”

Well. This was awkward. You had loved him in life, that crazy man, and you had mourned him in death...and now you were looking right at him.

Klaus.

The man you had loved and lost was standing on your doorstep, smiling like the love-struck disaster that he was. He was still a mess, clothing stained with blood and hair tangled in his beautiful eyes. You were shaking with emotion, holding onto the door frame as you look at him. Oh, it was him, not a trick and not a dream! It was him and he was real and you could barely believe it.

“Honey, honey, I can explain-”

A resounding slap filled the air, Klaus stumbling back before steadying himself on the porch. Okay, okay, that was to be expected. Deserved even.

“Listen, honey,” he stutters sweetly, “I can explain this!”

But those three little words (“I’m an immortal”) are muffled against your lips as you throw yourself in his arms and kiss him with a resurrected passion. And he’s kissing you back, allowing himself to be pulled home again.

Diego: I’ve Always Loved You/Hate To Love You.

“I’m straight on the level but I’d be the devil as long as your lovin’ was good.”

Diego had known you for years and you had loved him for years, always knowing that he would never, ever be yours. He was always pulling away (because he thinks you’re too good for him) and you were always left wanting more, more, more of his love...but he struggled to give it to you. And you hated him for it, burying that passion beneath sarcasm and violence.

Until it all came tumbling out.

Because he had loved you too and wanted you too and now that he knows the truth...there’s no way he’s letting you go. It’s kind of perfect, in s weird way. His whole world feels like its falling apart and the only thing keeping him steady is you.

Kind of weird, kind of perfect, kind of beautiful.

The argument (he forgets what it was about but knows that you were probably right about...as usual) gets lost in your lips as Diego kisses you, falling back onto the couch and forgetting about everything else. Who cares if the world is ending (again)? He’s got you and that’s all he’s ever needed, ever wanted.

“Y/N-”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice, Diego chasing the high that only your lips can give him. Now that he’s had a taste, he’s not gonna give you up.

Five:Looks Like We’re Stuck Together.

“So we’re slaves to any semblance of touch, Lord, we should quit but we love it too much.”

Wasn’t this just his luck? Being stuck with an annoying little twit! And you’re luck didn’t seem to be much better, trapped in a time loop until you suddenly got pulled into him.

What a great fucking day!

You’re bickering again, the stolen Sudan roaring down the street as whoever it was that was trying to kill him (or maybe you, no one was really sure yet) came roaring after you both. The old map is open up your laps as you scream at one another, both insisting that the other is wrong, dead wrong. He wants to go left, you want to go right, and neither is willing to back down. But your hands suddenly grabbing the wheel as the car screeches into safety...and whoever was trying to kill you veers left and crashes in a blaze.

And he doesn’t even give you a chance to gloat about it.

Pulling you into a quick kiss, the assassin leaves you stunned stupid as he mumbles a muffled “not a single word” against your lips.

The car stops to a halt beneath the desert sky, a thousand stars burning tonight. In a second the two of you will be on the road again, nearly dying over and over again but right now...right now he gets to kiss you and it’s pretty damn good.

Maybe his luck is starting to turn.

Ben: Soulmates/He’s My Best Friend.

"Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes. I feel like a person for a moment of my life."

You had known each other since you were kids and you had always loved each other.

Always.

To him, you were something out of a dream and he was so, so in love with you. And you? You could barely believe that he was yours but he was, Ben loving you as hard as you loved him. It was, you so often thought, fated to be. He was your best friend, your person, and your soulmate...the love of your entire life.

“Ben!”

He’s laughing and kissing you, sweet nothings murmured in Korean as you run, run, run away together. Happily ever after, he decides, is your lips on his.

So he kisses you again and again and loves you like no other.

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.

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.

Diego loves when you kiss his scars. He’s covered in them, years of crime fighting taking its toll on his body. He doesn’t like them much, thinking back to all of the stupid things he did (but there was some good in it too and some lives that he saved and he can’t forget that) and all of the times he put himself in danger.

But then you’re kissing every cut and wound and, oh, it feels like magic!

You’re cleaning him up from yet another battle, the fresh wounds neatly bandaged as you scold him to be more careful. But you’re so sweet about it, kissing scarred over wounds. He can feel your smile against his skin and he’s smiling too, mumbling something sweet as you kiss him again and again.

Perfect...you’re just perfect.

And Diego feels as though he’s falling deeper and deeper in love with every sweet kiss, wondering how something so lovely could ever exists.

Klaus loves the when you tell him how wonderful he is. The man’s self-esteem had been nonexistent since he was a kid (abuse will do that to ya) but you make him feel so fucking beautiful! The way you just shower him in never-ending compliments and affection is just wonderful.

It’s everything he never believed he would have.

You’re always telling him that he’s handsome and charming and sweet and perfect...and he’s starting to believe it.

He’s loving himself because you love him, seeing all of the things that you adore within himself. Suddenly there’s a light in his eyes that he never noticed before and a sweetness to his smile. And he’s kinder then he ever thought, music in his laugh and magic in his heart. That’s what you’re always telling him and that’s what he’s starting to believe.

“You’re magic...”

And when you kiss him, sugar and sweetness on your lips, Klaus thinks it true as true can be.

Allison loves when you kiss her neck. The scar wrapped around it is so ugly but you can just kiss that all away, can’t you?

The way your lips dance along her neck never fails to make her smile, eyes closed as Allison leans back into your embrace. You mumble something she cannot quite catch in between kisses though it’s certainly something sweet. Something about how brilliant and beautiful she is, about how much you love her.

Life has been hard on Allison, too hard.

She’s lost so much and suffered too much pain in only a short while, losing almost everything she knew and loved again and again. The scar reminds her of it all, memories of the worst moments of her life replaying in her mind. At times it feels like she cannot get a footing, every time she gets close to such a thing she falls again.

But you are always there to catch her.

And as your lips dance across her neck, playing with the rough edge of her scar as she grins and falls deeper into you.

This is just prefect.

Viktor loves hearing how strong he is. You make him feel like a man, like a hero, with the way you talk about him!

But he is a hero, having saved your life one night (and what a wild story that was!), and since then you had remained by his side. Never had Viktor had something so steady before. Your love had become a constant in his life, comforting and sweet, and he clung to it with everything he had. And you were holding onto him just as hard, wanting for nothing else in the world but this:

Music playing softly as scent of rosemary and thyme fill the kitchen, pans sizzling as Viktor laughs at something. Noticing that you’re struggling to open a particular jar, he steps in and earns a kiss for it.

“Thank you, love.”

And now he’s smiling like an idiot, the feeling of your lips still lingering on his skin. How can anyone make him feel so good, so loved? All of his life he has been made to feel weak, a lesser, unwanted and unworthy. But you’ve pushed that all aside and he’s so much stronger now, so much better when it’s just you and him.

You are a dream come true to him.

(just me fantasizing about someone who will open my jars for me...because I literally cannot).

Five loves when you gush about his smile. Only for you does he genuinely, truly smile. For others it’s a smirk, a grimace, always sarcastic and a little bit cruel. But for you he smiles like the sun, bright and beautiful.

And he smiles a lot when he’s with you.

You have this way of making him feel young again (which he once told you...and then had to explain how old he really was and everything else), all of the things that have haunted him slipping away when you take his hand and pull him into another adventure. And not a crazy, terrifying, bloody one. No, with you, it’s sweet and simple.

Since meeting you, he’s done all of the dumb kid things that he missed out on and he has loved every second of it, smiling like a damned idiot the entire time.

And once more you tell him how lovely his smile is and Five just beams, distracting you by slinging an arm around your shoulder and buying something from a drink cart, wishing that this day never had to end.

It’s no wonder he’s smiling all the damn time.

You are happiness personified and he cannot stop his heart from fluttering nor his lips pulling into a smile whenever you’re together.

Ben loves the feeling of your hands on his chest. For years, he couldn’t stand himself shirtless. It always felt as though there were monsters squirming in his heart, waiting to burst forth. The word “MONSTER” seemed stained on his skin, murky and terrible, and he cannot forget it. So he kept a shirt on as much as he could, disgusted with himself...until you came along.

It took a while for him to feel comfortable with it.

But in time Ben could relax with you without a shirt and allow you to touch him, resting your head beside his and your fingers draw patterns across his skin.

The touch of you makes him smile as he deciphers the little messages.

I love you, XOXO, I love you, kiss me, stay with me, perfect, wonderful, lovable, I love you, I love you, I love you.

And he’ll write a message too, his cool hands dragging softly across you heart. He writes all of the things that you makes him feel, kisses scattered in between messages. Happy, loved, adored, wanted, needed, I love you and love you and love you.

At once Luther was moving towards you, hunching down to fit through the doors as he entered the diner. Music played on the old jukebox playing softly, the few patrons inside sparing him a glance before looking away.

“Mama said there’ll be days like this, there’ll be days like this my Mama said.”

He’d only known you for a little while but, oh, he already loved you so much...was that too strange? Maybe so bu Luther could not help how he felt, how he loved. You were everything he’s ever wanted, everything he had spent his whole life waiting for. The other night as he walked you home, there had been something Luther wanted to do...but he’d been shy and scared.

Not today.

As he came close, Luther bent low over the booth and stole a kiss from you. For a moment you were surprised...but then you were kissing him just as passionately, a hand reaching up to rest on the rough line of his jaw. Pulling away with a smile, Luther knew two things:

One, this day had just gotten a hell of a lot better. And two, he was going to be doing that a lot more often.

“And she said someone would look at me like I’m lookn’ at you…”

It was late...and Diego really shouldn’t be here.

He knew that well enough. Hours ago he’d taken you home and then dragged himself home...only to return to the cozy little street you lived on. It was far too late for him to be here...so why wasn’t he walking away?

‘Cause he was an idiot, that’s why.

And you, you were way, way too good for him. Too perfect and too sweet and far too wonderful for this world and especially for him. Diego felt certain that you were some kind of magic...a wish come true or an angel from heaven, a miracle that had been meant for someone else. And maybe that made him something of a thief but he could not help how he felt for you. Because you were something pure and perfect in this crazy world. And him, he was a total mess of a man.

And he was standing beneath your balcony, trying to summon the courage to just do something.

Go home, he told himself, or go to her! Do something already!! The second choice was much more tempting. Every time he was with you, Diego felt like he was on fire. It was that magic again, wasn’t it? Wildness filled your veins and, with one soft touch, had filled him too. And he he felt it now, burning for you as he paced along the sidewalk...especially in his lips. Rough fingers pressed to his lips...he wished it was you, you in his arms and your lips on his.

He’d been wanting that for a while and it was only getting worse. The wildfire within was consuming him completely and he wondered if you even knew what you were doing to him…

“Diego?”

Looking up, he saw you looking down at him from the balcony. Hair blowing in the wind, a crooked finger beckoned him closer...and at once he was on the move, flipping from balcony to balcony until he found yours. Crouched on the stone wall, Diego felt the flames licking his soul.

He should do something or say something, Diego thought, anything! But you had him stunned stupid.

Like both poison and antidote, it was you that set him ablaze and you that gave him relief. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, you pulled Diego low and into a deep, wild, wonderful kiss. Diego stumbled off of the wall and into you safely, your back pressed to cool brick and his arms on either side of you. Pulling away for only a brief moment, you grinned at him.

“You took too long.”

And then you were kissing him again and he was falling deeper into the blissful blaze.

It was killing Klaus, how much he missed you right now. Seriously, where did you get off making him love you like this?

It was cruel, callous, completely unfair, making him love you so much! He really ought to put you in your place for it. And yet here he is, hurrying down the street in his furry black coat and too tall boots and heading over to your place...because you asked him to come over and you sounded sad and he’s a weak, weak man, okay?

And you, you’re perfect!

Beautiful, wonderful, stardust molded into a perfect person. You came into his life just like this, light burning through the darkness and crashing into his life in fiery bliss. He hasn’t been the same since and it’s all your fault! It was almost pathetic, the way Klaus worshiped you, and anyone could see that. He could see it...he could see you. You were walking towards him, soaked in the rain as you moved quickly through the city streets. He made to move towards you but stumbled suddenly, tumbling down stone steps with a scream.

“Klaus!”

You pulled him up and Klaus realized how amazing the touch of you was...and how close you were. Looking at one another, starlight burned in your eyes and Klaus felt the fire consume him.

And then you were pressing him against the cool brick and kissing him like no one ever had.

The taste of your lips were starlight and honey, your body felt like fire against his own. He could feel your heart, wild and wonderful and beating just for him! For a moment he was stunned stupid, so happy and so stupid...but then he’s kissing you fiercely, moving quickly and pressing you against the opposite wall.

He’s tasted your lips once and you have become his new craving.

It was quiet now and Viktor was thankful for that.

Everything in his life had been too crazy lately and he had felt lost in the chaos, unsure of what was coming next. It was fearful and raging and he was afraid...unless he was with you.

It was strange, wasn’t it?

You were a remedy for the misery that haunted him, making Viktor feel bright and free and beautiful. He could not believe that someone so lovely could exist in his life but here you were, defying all expectations and somehow loving him. It was incredible and he was falling, falling into you without a worry about what was coming next. Because whatever it would be, it would be with you and that was exactly what he wanted.

Music filled the air, Viktor’s music casting a spell over the world.

It was one of his favorites, the Phantom of the Opera, and he played it just for you. And you were utterly entranced, looking at him in a way no one ever had before and, oh, he loved it!

He loved you!

As the song ended and he placed his violin in its case, Viktor felt your hand on his shoulder. The touch of you was warm and soft and sweet and he was melting into it, turning slowly to meet your gaze. In his chest, his heart thumped to a wild song, singing just for you. Eyes lingered on your lips, mind on fire with everything he wanted so badly...and you must have wanted it too because your hand came you cup his cheek as Viktor leaned in.

For a moment his lips hovered over yours in an almost kiss, just a moment, as your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Unable to hold back any longer, Viktor kissed you softly, sweetly, and felt as though the stars had aligned just for this…

He had always meant to come home with you...always. But he was young and dumb and didn’t truly know how his powers worked back then. And in one brutal moment, you had been lost in time, ripped away from Five...and he had been looking for you ever since.

This was a forsaken place.

A loop, as you had come to call it.

It was a half-finished apocalypse, the same bit of time repeating over and over and over again unless something happened. You didn’t know how it even worked, though you had your theories. Maybe the apocalypse needed to completed or stopped. Maybe the loop was all it was. But until then, it played on and on like a song you just can’t get out of your head. You’d read about loops before, in the thick sci-fi novels that Five had enjoyed so much, paperback covers bent and pages yellowed. Time travel, deep space, monsters and apocalypses, it had all fascinated him. It could be as small as a few seconds or as longer as a century.

Here, it was only five days.

Here, no one really aged and everyone, every last suffering soul, died only to live again the next day. And no one knew the truth of the events.

Expects for you.

You had been here for god only knows, trapped in this godforsaken apocalyptic nightmare. And at this point, you were pretty damn good at it. The end of the world, you had learned, was rather simple and clean.

Day 1: an anomaly is detected in deep space...nothing to worry about folks! No need to panic!

Day 2: the whispering starts, spreading over the earth like a sickness. Something is coming, they say, something is coming.

Day 3: the world goes dark, as though the sun and moon have died away into nothing.

Day 4: fire falls from the sky and the whispers become screams of horror as the earth is shattered piece by piece.

Day 5: silence.

It is the end, it is death and life.

For the decades that had past (had it been that long? You’d lost count so long ago and never bothered to start counting again), you had been enjoying your demise.

No one, it seemed, would believe your warnings until it was far too late to do a damn thing about it (learned that the hard way...turns out apocalyptic warning are a good way to get tossed into the loony-bin and that’s not a pretty place to die). So instead you made the most of it. On day one you would steal a bunch of cash (bank robberies became easier with a fair pit of practice and you had stopped feeling guilty about it a long time ago) and fly to somewhere amazing. Foreign countries, exotic locations, theme parks, anywhere you wanted! And while everyone else screamed and panicked, you would die in serene bliss...only to awaken where you’d first found yourself:

The Umbrella Academy.

There was no one there, not anymore. You’d asked and asked and asked. About a year before the end of the world, the Umbrellas had gone into space for some kind of mission...and they’d just never come back.

You had looked for him, for a way out.

And when you couldn’t find one, you had waited...and waited...and waited...and waited.

“And I watch them burn, when will I ever learn? If I wait it doesn’t mean you will return.

He never came...and maybe he never would.

As much as you wanted to believe that this wasn’t true, there was a part of you that whispered it every night, in the final moments. Just as the fire started to fall, you would hear that cruel whisper and you would wonder...was Five even alive? And if he was...where had he gone? Maybe that was what this was.

All the bank robberies and heists.

When waiting in his empty home hadn’t worked and he had never come, you had gone looking for him, hoping that he was here too and looking for you. Over and over again you had traveled the dying earth and searched for his face in every crowd, in the eyes of every stranger. And he was never there. Never. Now you just watched the stars crash and burns as the screaming dulled into nothingness and you died too.

Over and over and over…

And sometimes you still checked.

Every so often, when you were tired of running from cops and counting stolen cash, you took your little slice of apocalypse in the Umbrella Academy.

You would break into the empty home and take residence in Five’s bedroom. It was still ready for him, as though he would return any second. And maybe this Five had been planning on coming back from wherever they had gone. Spare uniforms hung in the closet, a mask left on the dresser, and his books on the shelf. There were full notebooks lining the desk, filled to the brim with Five’s handwriting. Just random notes and thoughts...but your Five had carried a notebook and pen too and something about it comforted you.

Darkness would come.

And then the fire would fall once more, screams erupting. Playing a record player as loud as you could, you would manage to drown it out a little...and you would wait.

Over and over and over…

“And I watch them burn, when will I ever learn? If I wait, it doesn’t mean you will return.”

It was a hell of a fate, wasn’t it? Most people would give anything to be young and in love forever and ever but you had discovered that such an ending was not as happy as it seemed. You would forever be a lost kid, madly in love and stupid as hell.

Always dying and living and dying again, like some dancing corpse. And tonight you would dance, all alone.

It was the final hours of day four.

By now, as your expertise in the art of the apocalypse had taught you, mostly everyone was dead. The screams were becoming quieter, those who were left whimpering and crying and praying. It was the screaming that had scared you before, back when this had all started. The madness that began had been chaotic and, until you figured it out, it had been terrifying. But now it was the silence that frightened you. It was the realization that you were alone...and you were always alone.

You were always the last to die.

The music helped a little.

It you blared it loud enough to feel in your bones then it wasn’t so frightening. The academy shook with the sound as you danced through the halls. It was dark in the some, firelight filling the air. You danced with your shadow alongside you as the music blared, spinning until your legs gave out from beneath you and you collapsed at the top of the stairs with a smile.

It would happen soon.

The buildup took so long but the death itself was quick enough. If you closed your eyes and focused on the music, you would barely feel a thing.

And that was some small, minuscule something of mercy.

Reaching beneath the blazer (you stole it from his closet whenever you came to visit, just wanting a piece of him), you reached into your jean pocket and pulled out a folded photograph. You were thankful to have been holding it when Five had surprised you that day, laughing and ranting about how he had “finally figured it out.” He’d taken your hand and pulled you into his arms and you had thought (you had hoped) that he was going to kiss you.

“Let’s go,” he had begged.

And you did, not knowing what would become of you.

Now all you had left was the little thing you’d taken in a photo booth, torn in half. He had one half and you had the other. And it was all that had kept you from going insane after what felt like the millionth apocalypse, knowing that he had been real and he had loved you, even as you died…

Even if he was never coming back.

It was quieter out there now. The few who were left would die out one by one, like lights going out in the night.

It would end with you, as it always had.

You looked at his smiling face (he had the most wonderful smile and you wished you’d told him that) once more, you closed your eyes and focused on the little sound that was left. Beneath the blasting music, you could make out some far away things. Buildings crumbling into nothing, a faint car alarm, the crackling of fire. The earth shook with every violent implosion. Chandler swaying as the manor shivered, you tried to focus on the music...only to hear something beneath it.

A voice.

It was the sound you had been searching for through all of the lives and deaths, calling out through the manor.

“Y/N?”

Sitting up, you looked into the darkness just as a star collapsed into the earth with an array of brilliant, beautiful fire. In the burning light you saw a figure step through the crumbling doors, calling your name once again.

Five.

He was rougher, somehow, his eyes a little darker. Fresh cuts and faded scars littered his skin and for a moment, you wondered...but then he smiled at it was that same beautiful smile that you had loved for so, so long. At once you were running, stumbling down the stairs as the stars fell around the academy. Glass shattered around you like diamonds as the windows were blown out, the force of it throwing you forward.

“Let’s go,” he screamed as you fell. 

And he caught you with such ease, wild laughter muffled by your lips as you fell into a kiss.

The stars fell and burned as a bright, brilliant blue surrounded you both.

You didn’t know where you were going, just as you hadn’t so long ago...and you didn’t give a damn either. All you cared about what the beautiful boy you loved and this kiss, the blue devouring you both completely as you fell into a new beginning.

“Now all the stars have gone, faded into cracks of dawn. And I’m still waiting here, waiting for you to come home. I am waiting here, waiting for you to come home.