♡ He loves orange or lemon flavoured ANYTHING. Candy, soda, cookies and cakes, all of it. On that note, he has a sweet tooth to him and is constantly sneaking (and stealing) sweets in avoidance of the Sparrows often strict diet (which almost none of them follow and all of them know that too lol).
♡ Sunset and sunrise are his favorite times of day, to the point of getting up early just to watch the sun rise over the city. It's peaceful and lovely and he wishes he had someone to watch it with him...
♡ loves old movies, especially cheesy horror and classics and thus has a rather impressive movie memorabilia collection.
♡ Beyond Jayme, he's closest with Sloane and Fei. Sloane is a little protective of him, and he secretly likes her fretting a bit, and Fei is just really chill to hang out with. They don't talk really, she just randomly hangs out with him and then slips away.
♡ His favorite flower is honeysuckles, loving the scent and all the little insects that hang around them.
♡ Secretly, he's a romantic. Not in the roses and candles kind of way, his romance is softer than that. Keepsakes of your relationship kept in a shoebox, knows all of your favorite books/song/movies (and went through them all just to get to know you), calling every night just to check on you.
♡ beyond beer, he doesn't drink too much and even then, he rarely gets drunk. The man has a high alcohol tolerance.
♡ he's super observant and, even though he's not close to some of his siblings, he knows them better than they think he does. And he takes care of them in quiet ways, randomly picking up Marcus' favorite candy (because he was stressing out) or getting Sloane that book she mentioned (because she was sad again), just random stuff they don't think about too much.
♡ not the best at expressing himself, preferring to use acts of service and quality time as a love language. But he loves strong and hard and is loyal to the point of blindness. Secretly, he's a total sweetheart.
♡ has a great sense of humor. Self-deprecating at times and a bit sarcastic, but he knows how to make you laugh when you couldn't even smile and it's a great power to have. He can even get Marcus to lighten up and no one can really do that.
♡ suffers from claustrophobia, after an incident on a mission when he was a kid. Everyone knows, they don't talk about it but they make certain he's never in that position again.
♡ he HATES the stupid school uniforms Marcus still makes them wear, for God's sake, they're grown! It looks stupid!! But he still does it when he has to and dresses more casually when he can. He prefers loose, comfortable clothing, hoodies and sweaters and simple things.
♡ HATES HATES HATES fish/seafood of any kind, even the smell of it makes him queasy. Much prefers Italian, Mexican, and Chinese cuisine.
♡ he's a hand holder to the core. If he can't hold your hand, he'll get as close as he can, fingers brushing together for a brief moment, his hand around your arm or wrist, just...anything.
♡ loves music and likes to have something playing, often classic rock and love songs and folk. He especially likes Don McLean.
Honestly your Alphonso posts make me squeal in a way i can’t describe <3 you have such a way with words !!!!!
this might be a silly ask, but it dwells in my mind constantly, but maybe a lil something where the sparrows kidnap a gender neutral reader and alphonso and them bond (like how sloane and luther did), this idea lives rent free in my thoughts !!!
have a good day love <3
A/N: apologies for taking so long (health issues)! But better late then never, right?...right??? I loved writing this for him, mostly because he’s my special little guy but also because I LOVED all of Sloane and Luther’s scenes in the show and it felt good giving Fonz his own version. I’m working under the idea that Reader in an Umbrella so I’m giving them a random power...weather control.
Yeah, that’s cool.
Also, they totally met at the library after this, fell madly in love, got married, and lived happily ever after because this is the timeline where the Umbrellas stayed and everything was disaster free forever and ever, the end.
Pairing: Alphonso x Umbrella! Reader.
You’d always been the sunny sort of person.
Maybe it was your power, maybe it was your personality, maybe it was just because you grew up in a dark place and had no choice to go looking for a little light on your own. All of you did in your own ways. Klaus chasing his next high and Alison chasing the spotlight and all of the things the Umbrellas did in hopes of finding a little happiness. And you’d always been there for all of your siblings, supporting them quietly and lovingly.
So they were coming to get you.
Probably. Hopefully.
Because as much as you loved your family, they were, for the most part, often focused on their own weird, world-ending dramatics and sometimes forgot about the quiet sibling in the corner. After all, sunshine is such a natural thing, we don’t think much of it until it’s gone and we start to miss it and all of its gentle glow.
So if push came to shove, you could always force their attention with a hurricane, right? You had at least some dramatics of your own.
So you were pretty calm about getting kidnapped. Weirdly calm. They didn’t much like it, watching you with suspicion from afar and, honestly, you didn’t blame them. Sitting in the Sparrows living room felt...weird. It was your home and it wasn’t, all at the same time. A strange version of it at least, familiar and uncanny all at the same time, looking around it quietly.
“So, why am I here?”
They stopped whispering for a moment, the three that were watching you.
Ben was one of them, heart still wrenching at the sight of him, the familiar and the uncanny all over again. But the other two, you weren’t sure about them. The dark haired girl that had been spitting at people and the scarred man with lovely eyes...Alphonso, wasn’t it? That was his name, recalling hearing one of his sister’s say it. He was the one who eventually answered your question, clearing his throat as he came a little closer.
“We need to talk to you and your siblings.”
“So just talk to us?” you replied, grinning a little in confusion. “There’s no need to jump me and drag me back here. You could have just talked.”
“It’s not like you made a great impression.”
“True enough. Would you believe that’s not the worst first meeting we’ve had before?”
And at that he laughed, the sound of it deep and sweet, so much so that you laughed a little with him. The other two weren’t paying much attention anymore and that seemed to relax him a little, Alphonso taking a seat beside you.
“So you control electricity?”
“I control the weather,” you explained. “Sorry about the lightning, by the way, I just wanted you to get off Allie. But when I did...did you, like, copy me? Is that your power?”
“I can inflict my pain on others, so sort of. What you do to me, I do to you.”
That was why he was so scarred, wasn’t it? He had to be hurt to use his powers and all of those years of doing it, all of those scars...you wondered just how far Hargreaves had pushed the Sparrows. How much danger he’d put them it. How much it had hurt...but Alphonso wouldn’t really like those sorts of questions, would he? No, no, that wasn’t what he needed to hear right now, trying to think of something else.
“Hey, who had the room in the west wing? The one overlooking the garden, with the secret passage in the closet?”
And with his siblings not looking, the two of you slipped away to what was once your bedroom and now his. It was the same room after all. Same wooden floors, same light green walls and windows overlooking the garden and the city skyline. But the roses you and Grace had tended to were gone, replaced with a tall hedge and a concrete pathway leading off to a swimming pool. Another uncanny change. Gone were your books and your art corner full of paint and half-finished sewing projects, the candles melted to the windowsill, the lacy canopy around the bed. Alphonso liked movies, it seemed, with shelves full of them and a giant TV facing the bed. The room was neat and dust-free, an air purifier humming away, beer bottles by the mini-fridge and photographs on the wall.
“Did you take those?”
“Oh, yeah, it’s just...a hobby, I guess.”
“I think they’re beautiful,” you replied. “That one’s the Mary Shelly Library, isn’t it?”
“You had that in your timeline?”
“We did. I used to hide there all the time, just to get out of the house for a little while, reading for hours and coming home with a wagon full of books. I painted it too.”
You were still getting used to the fact that your home was gone and this one was, well, it was close. It was something almost like it. But you were still getting used to the fact that it was so different too. Just as you’d accepted a life in the sixties, it was gone too and now you were here. Standing here with Alphonso, looking at that photograph for what felt like forever. Without even asking, you both moved towards the closet. It was a little messier then the rest of the room, full of sweaters and sneakers and what looked to be boxes of memories, old photos and keepsakes. Moving them aside, your hands felt along the wall until you found it: a small button hidden in the baseboard, springing open with a click and a long, low creaking.
“Holy shit, you were telling the truth.”
“You seriously never found this before?”
“Never spent much time in here. Dark, cramped spaces aren’t my favorite place to chill.”
“It’s bigger up top,” you replied, grinning at him in the darkness. “I think you’re gonna like it, Alphonso.”
And he did. Following you up the wooden staircase, you opened the next hatch with a little difficulty, the hinges rusted from the years. Alphonso’s hand came to rest beside your own, brushing together as you pushed, his body so close to yours. The scent of his cologne was warm and earthy, his breathe deep and he swore a little. But then door opened as you both fell in together, laughter spilling through the air again, you knew that he liked it at once. It was a big room, almost as big as the bedroom, rafters thick with cobwebs and a circular window that allowed the sunlight to pour into it,
“Where is this?”
“In the attic, hidden behind a wall. I only found it because I used to play up there and one day when I was in the rose garden with Grace, I looked up and realized there was a window that shouldn’t be there at all. There’s another door, over by the corner, that leads into the attic.”
“Damn, this is cool.”
“Isn’t it?” you laughed. “I loved it up here! Strung lights across the beams and lacy curtains, I filled it with all of my favorite things...books and paintings and pictures of my family, all the pretty things I collected, my radio. Whenever I was sad or scared, I’d come up here and make the sun shine and dance.”
At your whim, the clouds in the sky dissipated and the sun began to glimmer again, smiling at the sight of it.
All of the memories in this room...sneaking up here with Viktor and telling stories, sharing pilfered treats with Diego and Klaus, listening to music with Luther, playing board games with Alison, you and Bed drawing together. Home. But it wasn’t home. This place, this room and hiding place, it didn’t belong to your anymore. The sun slipped away as the smile fell from your face, looking out the window at The City.
“Are you okay?” Alphonso whispered from behind you.
“I’m fine, I just...I never thought I’d see any of this again. Home. I watched it be destroyed and got lost in another time and now I’m here, looking at something that’s so close and so far from everything I was searching for. And I’m worried about my family.”
“I fist fought most of your siblings in my living room, I think they’ll be okay.”
“In my experience, taking a punch and getting attacked by crows are easier to handle then...other stuff. Wounds can heal. But the head and the heart tend to hold onto things, far longer then they should. We’re not too good at letting things go.”
Looking back at him and smiling weakly, you wondered what sadness he carried and if the hiding place would bring him any happiness.
“Aren’t you supposed to be, I dunno, interrogating me or something?”
“That was the plan,” Alphonso grinned. “But they never told me what to ask. Or maybe I just didn’t listen to ‘em.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Ben...what happened to your Ben?”
“There was an incident,” you said softly, rain drawing in. “A mission. We failed and he died and when he did, a part of us all died with him. In time, the Umbrellas fell apart and we all went our separate ways.”
“Where?”
“Oh, you know, Hollywood and the moon and anywhere the wind blows! I just wandered around pretty much. I watched on as close as I could. As close as they’d let me. For a long time, we didn’t even look at one another beyond weddings and funerals but everybody always answered when I came knocking at least.”
“I’ve never left home,” Alphonso murmured. “The Sparrows, we’ve always been together. Always…”
“You must be close.”
He laughed bitterly, shaking his head as he sat down and leaned against the wall. You sat beside him and wondered why your heart was pounding so hard against your ribs.
“We’re not,” he confessed. “The whole damn world thinks that we are but it’s just an act to sell shit. But when the fans go home and the cameras quit rolling, we just go quiet. We train together and live together and never leave because we got nothing else. We’re not close like that, well, except for Jayme. I don’t have much but but I’ve got her, and that’s close to what you’ve got.”
“What I’ve got?”
“A family. A real one. Messy and loud and one train wreck away from falling apart but, damn, you guys got each other like nothing else. I like that.”
“It’s funny but…” you faltered, smiling softly. “I never thought anybody would look at us and want something like out sort of mess expect for one of us. You’d make a good Umbrella.”
“You’d make a terrible Sparrow.”
And then you were both laughing and laughing until he began to wheeze, forced to flee the attic with you and fumble for an inhaler, your hand resting on his shoulder as he took a few deep breaths. He’d have to clean it up and air it out but Alphonso would enjoy his secret place, as much as you had, once upon a time. Maybe you’d make something of this place too, in your own way, looking out at the world beyond through his bedroom window.
“Hey, Alphonso?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for interrogating me,” you said with a smile. “I think this is the nicest kidnapping I’ve ever had and I was always getting snatched. It was kind of a joke in the family.”
At that he laughed again, shaking his head. The setting sun spun a crown of gold into his dark curls, his lashes low against his cheeks. Pretty. He was so pretty. You wondered who he’d been in your timeline, what he’d been like...but what did that matter? This Alphonso was here, right here and right now, and you were happy about that.
“Hey, assholes! Gimme back my sister!”
“Diego?”
Looking out the window together, you saw that it was Diego, throwing shit and shouting threats as the Sparrows began to gather in confusion. Apparently, he’d come looking for you after Luther had come home after being kidnapped but you didn't, the Sparrows claiming that you had escaped and the Umbrellas claiming that you’d never come back...but when had that happened?
“We don’t have her! She took...Alphonso?”
You’d come down to the gardens together, waving happily at your brother and your kidnappers.
“Where the hell were you?” Ben demanded. “You two vanished, we thought she took you hostage, so we took Luther.”
“Oh, Alphonso was interrogating me in the attic,” you explained happily, bonding down the staircase and joining Diego. “I guess you guys just didn’t look there? Anyway, I should probably get home now. Bye, Alphonso!”
“Bye, Y/N.”
He watched you go the whole way, something you only knew because you kept looking back at him. Truthfully, you hadn’t known what to make of this new timeline but now it didn’t seem so bad, did it? You smiled all the way home, heart so wild it felt like lighting was surging in your veins as you hummed a little song, Diego shaking his head at your antics and demanding that you “hurry up and get your ass back to the hotel.” Even as you slipped into bed, you were still smiling…
And so was Alphonso.
Laying in bed, looking at the photograph of the library, he thought about you all night, smiling until he fell asleep, his own heart thundering away.
❤️ Date Night with Alphonso ❤️ (because SOMEONE has to give the world the Alphonso Hargreeves content it needs! Tell me if you want to see the other Sparrows date nights tho).
❤️ 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.
• He'll want you to teach him how to make pizza and cooking/baking dates would become a thing because of it. Alphonso likes food and he likes chilling with you, best of both worlds!
It was his dream car, a Volvo P1800 in a deep cherry color. Jayme had tracked it down for him and fixed it up as a birthday present years ago, after spending pretty much his whole life looking at pictures of it and dreaming of something like this:
The sun setting over the open road.
Some old love song playing on the radio, a cooler filled with beer and a basket of junk food.
No maps, no plans.
Just his hand on her thigh as they drove far, far away...
The car was real. But "she" was just a fantasy, someone Alphonso only ecer found in dreams. As romantic as he was deep down, the man had long since given up on the idea of true love...until he met you.
You were perfect.
The sunshine to his storm cloud, the sweetness to his caustic attitude, you were everything he'd ever wanted. Meeting you had been, well, a disaster, to put it simply. But loving you had come quickly and easily, and how could it not? You didn't care about the scars. You didn't care about his sarcasm and anger and hurt, if anything, you had a way of making it all better. Somehow you could look at Alphonso and see what so many others couldn't: a funny, passionate man who was far sweeter than his acidic tongue made him seem.
You loved him.
And he loved you too, all of his little fantasies coming true within sweet, perfect you.
"Fonso?"
The sound of your voice brought a smile to his face, turning towards the sound of it.
There, on the street, you were walking home, wearing that little yellow sundress he liked on you, an armful of groceries. And he was waiting for you, leaning against the car that he parked not far from your apartment.
"Let's go," Alphonso said.
"Where?"
"Anywhere. I just wanna get in the car and drive with you, honey."
So that's what you did.
The groceries in the back seat, a pile of beer and junk food, Alphonso just drove with you, wondering where to stop. That little pizza place you both liked, the motel overlooking the city, maybe a beach somewhere. Sunlight melted over The City, the sky overhead painted with melted hues, pinks and purples and orange entangled with streaks of gold.
An old love song began to play.
A rough hand came to grasp your thigh, squeezing softly as you leaned a little closer to him.
This was happily ever after, Alphonso decided.
Him and you, doing nothing but loving each other. Yeah, he loved the car, but Alphonso loved you a hell of a lot more.
Request: Hi, I got an idea for a request with Alphonso x Reader, in which they cannot confess their love to each other Jamie is tired of watching this, so she comes up with a plan with the support of her family to bring them together. ❤
A/N: Thank you, 🌻Anon! I’ve always loved the “locking somebody in a room with their love interest until they make a move” trope in fandom but I don’t see it too much anymore...so I’m bringing it back!
Pairing: Alphonso Hargreeves x Reader (female).
This was getting real fucking annoying.
For months now, Alphonso had been mooning over you and, while he had thought nobody knew about, he was dead wrong.
Everybody fucking knew! All of them!! It was impossible to ignore the way he was moping around, all moon-eyed and miserable, just talking about you all of the goddamn time. It had gotten to the point that Jayme considered spending a day recording him so that she could play it back and let himself hear how pathetic he was.
“I wonder what Y/N’s doing...”
“Should I call her?”
“Y/N’s so pretty.”
“Or should I text her?”
“So funny/sweet/kind/perfect/blah, blah, blah!”
And you were certainly no better. Like nobody noticed the way you looked at Alphonso, following him around like a lovesick puppy. Anywhere he was, you were not far behind, and anything he did, you wanted to do too. It was utterly pathetic and Jayme was done with it, they all were. For the first time in their lives, the Hargreeves siblings (who normally did not discuss personal shit) were in complete agreement on the matter: something had to be done about the two of you.
But what?
That was the problem and what they had spent twenty minuets bickering over. But in the end, they agreed on a plan and what they would need to make it work:
A pizza, Alphonso’s cellphone, and a key.
~
Alphonso was on the couch, flipping through the channels on TV out of boredom when Marcus called down to him.
“Family meeting in the library.”
Weird. They didn’t typically have meetings in the library. But not wanting to suffer through another of Number One’s lectures, he got up and made his way to the library. It looked like he was the first one there, none of his siblings in sight...but there was a pizza box on the table. Looking back in confusion, Alphonso wondering what was going on as he waited...and waited...until he finally heard someone coming. But it wasn’t Marcus or Sloane or any of his family.
It was you.
Alphonso’s heart back flipped in his chest at the sight of you, a smile on your face as you turned the corner.
“Hey, Fonz! I got your text,” you said happily. “What do you need my help with?”
He faltered, confusion on his face as you stood beside him (and you were so, so close, he could smell your conditioner and feel your warmth and, fuck, he was getting lost in you again...you had a way of doing that to him). As happy as he was to see you, he had no clue what you were talking about.
“I never texted you.”
“Yeah, you did?” you replied, now equally confused.
There it was, plain as day on the screen of your phone, a text sent from his phone requesting that you come over and help him “figure something out”. But Alphonso quickly explained that he’d lost his phone the night before and had yet to locate it, so he had never texted this. Immediately, you both agreed that one of his siblings had to be up to something. But before you could take a single step, the library doors slammed shut, lock clicking into place loudly. Fro a second, you both stood there, stunned and confused. You were the first to make a move, pulling at the handles a couple of time. But the door refused to give away and you laughed.
“Okay, very funny! You got us, guys,” you called out. “Are you gonna let us out?”
But no one replied and the doors never opened.
“Can you open them or something?”
“These doors are reinforced and, as it just so happens, I don’t have super strength,” Alphonso replied. “So no.”
“Windows?”
Moving towards the windows, the flock of ravens patiently waiting in tree branches had you both backing up at once. They glared, an unspoken threat lingering over the unkindness. Try it and see what happens. Fei, it seemed, was watching and waiting...and Alphonso was not in the mood for a Hitchcock reenactment. So you were trapped. Together. And Alphonso didn’t know how he felt about that, sneaking glances and trying to think of something (anything) to say. But you were always looking at him too and he couldn’t think of a damn thing, moving back towards the pizza on the table. Stuffing his face was a good enough distraction. He hadn’t bothered to open it yet but revealed it to be his usual order..with a little something extra. Written on the inside lid was a message from Jayme:
WE AREN’T LETTING YOU OUT UNTIL YOU MAKE A MOVE, LOSER!
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fucking hell.
He was gonna die from embarrassment, he was so certain of it, heart raking against his ribs so loud he thought you might hear it.
“Fonz?”
Practically slamming the lid shut, he turned to look at you with his face hot and heart hammering as he turned to look at you. Fuck, you were so pretty...did you know you were that pretty? Probably. You probably had ‘em lined up down the block, somebody as wonderful as you...which was why he’d been holding back.
“Are you okay?” you asked, reaching out to him.
Your hand touched his cheek and he just melted, eyes soft and bright as he looked at you and leaned into your touch.
“Fine, I’m fine...just annoyed,” he replied. “Pizza?”
He wasn’t about to let you see what was written inside, so he handed you a slice (like a gentleman) and settled in beside on on the green couch. Normally he was all jokes and even a little flirtation but right now, he was dead silent and thinking it over. Apparently, his little crush on you was not a well kept secret...and his siblings weren’t joking either. Eyeing the ravens, he knew that his sister was watching and reporting to the others. He just didn’t know why. Did they have to humiliate them like this? Those nosy little fuckers...did they really need to watch him get shut down?
Because that was what was going to happen, Alphonso feared, he was gonna get shut down real fucking hard. But there was no other choice, he realized.
They weren’t going to let up and you had to go home at some point...might as well get it over with.
But he wasn’t doing it like this.
Getting up, Alphonso made towards the window and flipped off the crows before snapping the curtains shut. A little darker now, the sun having begun to set, he flipped on the automatic fireplace for a little light and tried to think of something to say.
“Sorry about my family, they’re idiots.”
Well. It was a something. You grinned, crossing your legs beneath you on the couch as he sat down again.
“It’s fine, Fonz. I mean, they’ll let us out at some point, right?”
And when they did, he was going to kill them all. Glancing at the portraits on the wall and a few random knickknacks, knowing full well that there were cameras inside. Chances were, they were watching so, yeah, he was gonna kill ‘em.
“About that...”
Bite the bullet, idiota, just bite the damn bullet!
“Look, I know why they’re doing this,” he began. “Didn’t at first but I figured it out and I know how we’re getting out of here.”
“How?”
“I...I have to...”
He remembered discovering his abilities and everything his father had put him through after in order to perfect it...all of the times he’d been hurt by others or even by himself. But this? This was worse, way worse. He’d take it all over this, over the hurt he just knew was coming. Heart heavy and throat burning with emotion, he tried to convince himself that it was better to just get it over with...put the damn thing to rest and start digging graves for those bastards. Swallowing hard, Alphonso felt your hand on his, the touch of you warm and sweet and so comforting.
“Alphonso?”
“I like you,” he confessed. “As...more then a friend. That’s why we’re in here, that’s why they’re doing this, and I’m sorry that-”
And then you kissed him.
Stunned stupid, he froze for a second. And then he was kissing you back with everything he had. Every second spent day dreaming, every confession left unspoken, every chance never taken was poured into that kiss and it was wonderous. Hands around you waist, Alphonso pulled you into his lap and kissed you again and again. The way your bodies clicked together was wonderous, two puzzles pieces perfectly in place. Hands on his body, heart beating again his, lips like honey, oh, he was so in love with this! He was in love with you! And you smiled against his lips, hands playing with thick curls, and pulled away fro only a moment.
“So, what is this?”
“Something beautiful,” Alphonso replied.
And then he was kissing you again, mumbling sweet nothings in Italian and not wasting a single second more. Maybe, he considered, maybe he wouldn’t kill his family...at least this time. The lock clicked loudly, door finally unlocked, but neither of you gave a damn. Lost in each other’s lips, neither of you going anywhere for a long, long time.
He was right where he needed to be and so were you.
Damsel in Distress // The Sparrow Academy Reactions.
Reaction: How would Alphonso, Jayme, and Ben react to meeting the love of their life when she saves herself and then them? Maybe she has powers too but keeps it on the down low and they meet by mistake.
A/N: I picked three separate powers for the three readers. One is telekinetic/summons force fields (and has minor healing abilities), one controls lightning, and the other is a mind reader. I always thought that mind reading was a cool ability (albeit one I would never want) and Twilight did a surprisingly good job of showing how useful it can be in fight.
Pairings: Alphonso Hargreaves x Reader; Jayme Hargreaves x Reader; Ben Hargreaves x Reader (female reader).
“I’m a damsel, I’m in distress, I can handle this.”
It was a secret, you’d been told.
Your powers, as wonderful as they were, needed to be kept a secret, if only to protect you. But despite your mother’s warnings, there was still that little voice whispering from within, telling you that there was so much more then this.
Why be ashamed of your gift? Why hide it, it wondered, when you could use it to help people?
Which is probably how you’d gotten into this situation, as troublesome as it was. Maybe you should have listened to your mother. Because now you had an unconscious superhero at your feet, a gun pointed at your head, and a few dozen bad guys gunning to take you out.
Luckily, you had a few tricks up your sleeve.
Bullets flew, blasting like hellfire as you summoned as shield. Iridescent blue light glimmered all around you in a protective dome, criminals staring in shock.
It was beautiful, almost like gossamer like, if gossamer could be bullet proof.
“What the...”
Before they could say a damn thing or make a move, the shield expanded suddenly, bright blue walls bursting forth and slamming the lot of them into the brick wall. Bones cracked loudly (and painfully) as the crooks crumbled to the ground, laying pathetically at your feet.
Well, that was easier then expected.
A noise stole your attention, eyes flickering towards the left.
From the shadows, another one crept close, gun in hand. And at your feet, the once unconscious superhero was beginning to rise from the fog. You should go, your mother’s voice whispered. But you couldn’t just leave him like this! So you stayed and you fought, proving yourself to be quite the match. The gun began to shake in his hand, as though grasped by an invisible force, before ripping out of his grasp entirely and flying into yours. The gentle click was nearly deafening in the alleyway as he froze in front of you.
“I win,” you said sweetly, smiling at the shivering man.
A low groan filled the air, Alphonso (that was his name wasn’t it?) rose to his feet. Clearly in pain, he took a look around the battlefield...and then he looked at you in shock.
“What the fuck?”
It was a shock, wasn’t it? Alphonso had come in swinging, thinking you to be some kind of damsel...only for him to be the one in need of rescue. Quickly handing him the gun, which he happily pointed at the asshole who had knocked him out in the first place. But you, he couldn’t help but look at you in wonder as you worried over him, asking Alphonso if he was okay. He was, for the most part, but he couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat when your hand caressed his bruised cheek. The touch of your was sweet, stealing the pain away, and it was an almost perfect moment...until the police sirens stole your attention, eyes pulling away from his.
“You’ve got this right?” you asked as he stuttered in agreement. “Cool!”
And then you were gone, running off into the night with a laugh. Alphonso watched you go, still wondering who you were and what had happened.
“Seriously...what the fuck?!”
Lightning crackled across your skin, eyes glowing as you glared.
You didn’t like bullies, never had. But you certainly liked teaching them a very memorable, very painful lesson.
A single blast had already taking down the wanna-be gunman, his unconscious body still smoking, but his friends felt like hanging around. Pinned against a wall and surrounded by a half-circle of losers, you grinned as they backed away in confusion. Six of them, one of you. Should be easy enough. You were new to the city but they must be locals, knowing a superhero when they see one...if superhero’s wore hoodies and converse sneakers.
Striking first, a bolt of lightning sent one of them flying back with a scream.
One down! At once two lunged forward, clutched knives and screaming threats, but you easily took one by the arm, twisting it back with a sickening crack and throwing him into his friend. They crashed together, first into a wall and then into a pile of trash. Three down, three to go. The big ugly one grabbed you and you grinned, body crackling with energy. The lightning blast was enough to send him flying and took another one with him.
And then there was one.
He was shaking in his boots as you smiled sweetly, eyes brilliant and bright. Gun in his hand wasn’t going to do much, you both knew that, but you could appreciate the effort. Lightning flickered between your fingers as you released a blinding flash of light.
Stunned, he stumbled back and you grabbed the gun, tossing it aside and throwing an electrified punch. Down in a single hit! Damn, you were good.
“Fuck...”
Turning around, you saw your would-be hero raising to her feet, wiping the blood from her lips as she looked around. Her gaze settled on you and, for a second, you forgot everything else. She was so...pretty. Really pretty. Those massive posters did her no justice. And then, in the classic Jayme way, she ruined it all by opening her mouth.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” she snapped furiously. “I had it handled!”
“Clearly,” you retorted with a laugh. “In case you didn’t notice, I was doing just fine before you decided to throw your hat in the ring...and how exactly did that work out for you?”
“Oh, you little –”
Before she could finish her vile little thought, you were gone, running off into the night. And she was watching you go, a smile slowly growing on her face. Fuck, you were cute. Really cute. She didn’t know if she wanted to fight you or kiss you...maybe both?
Voices whispered, thoughts crawling around in your mind...they just weren’t yours. It was strange, having everyone’s thoughts roaming around in your head. Uncomfortable even. But moments like this made you pretty damn grateful for it.
“Crazy fucking bitch...put a bullet in her –”
Before he could even take a shot, you’d kicked him in the face and sent him flying, blood spilling from his mouth. Grabbing the gun, you tossed through the already broken window before turning towards the other two.
One was going to throw a knife, the other planning to lunge at you.
“Smack that smile off her fucking face –”
“What the hell!”
Moving with graceful violence, you elbowed the ugly one moving towards you and threw him into his friend, knife plunging into his gut as they crashed into each other. A swift blow had them both out, standing up with a sigh. Sure, your white shirt was all bloodied and your jacket needed to be dry cleaned, but there was a bonus:
Silence.
Blissful, beautiful silence.
But it was broken by a flurry of confused thoughts, mind racing as the superhero stumbled to his feet. He didn’t know what had happened, trying to collect his thoughts. Then he remembered you and was worried at once, trying to move too quickly. It only lead to Ben (that was his name, you noticed from the memories) stumbling forward as you caught him.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m...fine,” he mumbled, dark eyes hazy.
“Fucking hell, what the fuck happened? So pretty...who the fuck is she? And where’s Chris?”
“I’m Y/N,” you replied. “And I think you were knocked unconscious. It’s fine, though, I took care of these guys. I don’t know who Chris is or where he is, you showed up by yourself.”
Ben looked shocked, blinking slowly. You didn’t even realize why he was looking at you like that at first...only to realize that he hadn’t said any of that that, he’d only thought it. Bit of a bad habit of yours. Stuttering something out, you were gone in a flash, leaving the hero dazed and confused and utterly flustered.
Oh, he was definitely finding you and figuring out what the fuck was going on.
