dream decay

this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!


‘  at night i dream of you.  ’
‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’
‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’
‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’
‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’
‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’
‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’
‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’
‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’
‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’
‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’
‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’
‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’
‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’
‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’
‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’
‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’
‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’
‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’
‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’
‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’
‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’
‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’
‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’
‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’
‘  please don’t go.  ’
‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’
‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’
‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’
‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’
‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’
‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’
‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’
‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’
‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’
‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’
‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’
‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’
‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’
‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’
‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’
‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’


‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’
‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’
‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’
‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’
‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’
‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’
‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’
‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’
‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’
‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’
‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’
‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’
‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’
‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’
‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’
‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’
‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’
‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’
‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’
‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’
‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’
‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’
‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’
‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’
‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’
‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’
‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’
‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’
‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’
‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’
‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’
‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’
‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’
‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’
‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’
‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’
‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’
‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’
‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’
‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’
‘  would you even miss me?  ’
‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’
‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’
‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’
‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’
‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’
‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’
‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’
‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’
‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’
‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’
‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’
‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’
‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’
‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’
‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’
‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’
‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

the suburban still at 5am,
the blue black blue
of a fresh new sky
competing with the
tired yellow of the street lights.
my neighbour’s garage opens
every day at the same time,
the sounds of the motor
rumble against my window
as a cigarette is lit, worry exhaled;
a dog is called back inside.
most of this world is still asleep,
realities momentarily warped
in slippery wisps of dreams.
and they wake to another:
a fence, a double garage,
the rolled up newspaper waiting
to be unfurled flattened consumed,
and the job to finance it all.
the accepted monotony
and the melancholy of
the commonplace measured
in mere digits of currency;
a bitter barter in a mechanized
illusion of existence.
even when i have not slept,
it is difficult to discern
a dream from a nightmare.
—  Nav K, hebetude

Chauffeur Charon
On his daily rounds
Picks up a mother,
A prophet,
A siren,
And an earthworm.
An odd crew for
A Saturday
But at least they’ve paid their dues.
All except the earthworm)

His oar beats a steady rhythm.
Old water
Polluted with
Haunted memories and
Unrealized dreams.
Reeking of

And the siren says
She hates the feel of
Human hair between her teeth.
The prophet’s eyes are a startling blue
He says softly
There are no birds here.
And the mother and the worm say nothing.

The mist welcomes them home


Abandoned House by Michael Gonzalez
Via Flickr:
Priceless abandoned Victorian House unearthed in Sparta, Georgia.

Nightmares (emmett x reader)

Emmett grasped your hand a little too tightly. You winced and pulled back, pain clearly expressed all over your face. He stared intently at you for a long while, his gaze slipping lower. He was focused on the neckline of your shirt… How it exposed your throat…

He launched at you. You hit your head on the stones below, causing you to yelp. Soon after, you felt a burning sensation spread rapidly all over your body. You cried out for help as the pain felt worse and worse…

You woke up drenched in sweat, and you pulled your knees toward your body. You were hugging yourself, and desperately trying to keep yourself from crying. It was all a nightmare…

“Was it another nightmare about me…” You heard a deep voice murmur from the edge of your room. It caused you to jump slightly, and quickly wipe any fray tears on your face.

“No…” You lied. Emmett half smiled, and sat at the edge of your bed. Still, he wasn’t as close as you needed him to be.

“You know, i may not be a mind reader like Eddy, but… You still suck at lying y/n” he spoke, but looked downward at the dark carpet.

“Are you scared of me?” He continued. His voice was softer than usual, and the feelings behind it broke your heart.

“Emmett, you know I’m not…” You started, moving a bit closer to him. “I know you’d never hurt me, Em.”

Emmett looked at you now with a sullen expression. You wanted desperately to hold him in your arms, and tell him that you trusted him with your life… But that hadn’t worked all week. The nightmares were always of him, attacking you. And he always felt guilty. And it killed you inside.

You moved closer to him, and wrapped your arms around his stiff frame. He hid his face on the crook of your neck, and stayed there for a long time until he hugged you back.

“Am I at least hot in your dream?” He asked trying to lighten the mood.

“Always. Sometimes you have a muscle shirt, and sometimes you’re shirtless. Those ones are the best” you replied, jokingly. “And I must admit, you look very attractive when your have the primal look in your eye. But then you get all ‘bitey’ and… Yeah.”

He half smiled, and straightened up. His arms pulled you onto his lap, and he gently kissed your forehead. “I’m sorry you have nightmares about me… I wish I could do something to stop them.”

“Emmett, I know you’d never hurt me. I’m just very easily freaked out… And i just found out vampires exist… So.” You replied, “when I was 10, i had nightmares about Zombies for a whole month.”

“Zombies?” He asked, an eyebrow raised and trying not to laugh.

You smiled sheepishly, and nodded.

“I hate zombies… I’d rather have you in my dreams than a decaying slow walking thing. Plus i know you’ll be here to comfort me once I wake up.” You said and pecked his check.


by Ellys Lawlor

Your everyday is dying -
your body spotted with mould,
left wilted and decayed.
Your dreams are dying too,
with days written on your wrist
there’s no solace for you in rest.
Your home isn’t yours anymore,
the threshold closed to all those
without reasonable purpose.
Yet you squint in the sunlight,
cracked and unaccustomed to
the Sun’s harsh daylight glare.
So you retreat once again
back to where you belong -
welcome back to your crawlspace,
a familiar just for you.

Due to the harmful affects global warming has had on the Earth, clean air and habitable land are scarce! People are fleeing their homes, searching for ways to save themselves before the Earth itself becomes a dusty dream in our decaying minds. 

You must wonder, how are you supposed to live in these cruel conditions? How will you prosper? You cannot afford buying a sky home, you’re just a high school student!

Alas, do not panic. Your ą͙͓̺̙̰̳̟̄̐͋͌͐n͖̲̖͔ͥͯ͗̊ͫ͐͝s̈́ͯ̃͋̽̎͏̙͇̻̯̺͇̰̥ẅ̵̢͉͈̙̱̘̹̻̄e̳̲̬͍͉͔̠͈̐̏̏̀̚͘r̡̞̻̪͕̗͉̰ͫ͊͊̃ͫͣͮ̏̚ lies just around the corner.

Enter PROJECT ICARUS - A floating sky dome dedicated to protecting young prodigies as the Earth decays away. Here you’ll find a living complex with food, space, and anything else your heart could desire. It has enough supplies to last a millennia and enough technology to keep our hopeful kids tucked safely away.

Will you approach? 

Project Icarus is a tumblr/discord run DR OC GROUP. The roster will have 14-16 students, along with a 2 ½ week schedule. We hope to have you flying with us soon!~

Applications close May 18th. (15 days remains)




Summary: Zelda Ruiz is an 18 year old mexican/american mutant, she can stop and travel through time, when she arrives to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters, on her first day she meets Peter Maximoff, the silver haired guy with awesome musical taste who turns out to be her teacher.

Parts: 7/?

Fandom: X-Men | Days of Future Past | Apocalypse.

Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver.

Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie / Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman | Pyro | Cypher | Phoenix | Cyclops | Mystique | Beast | Shadowcat | Storm | Professor X | Polaris | Gambit

Warnings: Main character falls in love with Peter Maximoff, her music professor. | 12 year age gap | Swearing | Spanglish | Spanish |


At first this was going to be a Reader x Peter fanfic but it was really hard for me to do it so I created a main character, but you can imagine it’s you.

The story takes place in 1990.

I am really sorry if my English kinda sucks but it’s not my first language.

Feedback is always welcome.

I watched Apocalypse again and I decided to change the course of the story, I hope you like where the story is heading.


Peter’s POV.

“Lorna, what the fuck? Are you petting the cat with a fork?” I hear a yell coming from the kitchen.

“Well, it’s a cat, and this is a fork, so yeah, I’m petting the fork with a cat.” A female voice replies with sarcasm.

“That’s not what I asked Lorna, WHY are you petting the cat with a fork?”

“It wouldn’t let me cook breakfast, and I can’t touch it because of my allergies Remy, so, I’m petting it with a fork instead of throwing it out to the streets, you should be thanking me.”

“Oh my dear Lorna, what’s wrong with you?”

I heard the voices approaching to the living room, the table was behind the couch and I  to be honest, I was really amused by the conversation so I didn’t want them to discover me right away.

The footsteps and the voices reached the living room and I heard them placing the plates on the table.

“Lorna” The male voice said.

“What?” The girl asked.

“Lorna, there is a homeless granny lying on our coach.” I laughed softly and layed still.

“A homeless granny? But we locked the doors yesterday.”

They approached the couch and I bursted lin laughter when I saw their expressions.

“Hello little sis.” I said, still laughing.

“Peter, what the fuck are you doing here?” Both asked.

“Well, I was around the neighbourhood, it was late, and I remembered you lived here so I decided to drop by, but you were asleep and I was tired so I slept in your couch.”  I shrugged, Lorna didn’t seem pleased with the anser.

“Pete, Xavier’s School is in North Salem, that’s an hour to Manhattan, we live in fucking Jersey, are you saying you ran the whole night?”

“Nah, as I went out for a walk, got bored and came here.”

“Besides Peter, your eyes are red an swollen.” Remy pointed. “Either you are drunk or high.”

Lorna leaned closer to me and sniffed the air,

“Nah, he doesn’t smell like alcohol, he smells like sadness and despair.”

“Wait wait wait, were you crying?” Remy asked, leaning closer and sniffing me too. “You smell like an old lady who got dumped by his wealthy husband when he ran away with his mistress.”

I sighed, before I could answer, the sound of the cat  breaking a glass filled the room.

“REMY! YOUR FUCKING CAT DESTROYED MY JELLY JAR!” Lorna shouted, running to the table and carrying the cat with magnetic energy.

“Lorna, calm down, Figaro is just hungry.” Remy approached her slowly. “Lorna, put the cat on the floor please.”

The fight continued for ten minutes until I stepped in and cleaned the disaster, Figaro was resting in my lap when we all sat around the table to eat cold waffles.

“So, why is the reason you’re here P? I mean the real reason?” Lorna said, slowly drinking her Orange Juice.

“It’s complicated..” I sighed, tears filled my eyes as I remembered Zelda.

“Peter, there’s no need to cry, the waffles are already too salty because someone used it instead of sugar.” Lorna raised an eyebrow , staring at Remy.

“Lorna, you cooked breakfast, stop blaming me for salting the food, I already told you to mark the jars.” He replied, I laughed softly, being with them always meant I was going to laugh a lot.

“Pete, seriously, are you okay? You really look like an old lady who has been dumped by his wealthy husband.”

I finally broke down and told them everything, about Zelda, since the first day we met,the Coney Island date and the way I saw her with Doug, being all cutesy.

“So, you were dating a girl who up cheating on you with one of her friends? Classic.” Remy said.

“Dude, you’re not helping.” Lorna replied. “Anyway, how old is she? She sounds pretty inmature to me.”

“Um… She’s 18.”

“Were you dating a student? Ugh.”

“We weren’t dating, I mean, we hung out together a lot, we’d play bass, read comics, play videogames, she’d read out loud to me, that kind of things.”
“But, you weren’t dating.” Lorna started picking up the plates using her control over the magnetic energy.

“No, I was going to make the first move yesterday but I found her hooking up with one of her friends, and it hit me hard so I ran away.”

“So, you’re staying here for a while” Remy said. “Don’t you have a class to teach on Monday?”

“I’m a music professor, the School can go on without me, besides, Charles only gave me the job because of my dad.”

“What about the X-Men?” Lorna asked. “Won’t they need you? You might be an irrelevant professor but no one equals your power.”

“They’ll manage, they have Kitty and Kurt, Jean can stop them with mental shields, I wouldn’t worry that much.”

“I’m not really sure about this Pete, I still think the X-Men need you, but you’re my brother so you can stay.”

“Okay, you can stay but I’m not sharing my room with you.” Remy said. “You can sleep on the couch.”

Zelda’s POV.

I haven’t seen Peter since the Coney Island date, it’s been a week and I’m supposed to be at the gym in 15 minutes for my training, Doug is sitting next to me in the cafeteria, Bobby and Anne are taking breakfast with us.

“Zelda, can I talk to you for a minute?” I raise my eyes and see Counselor Pryde, I’m glad to see her, she might tell me something about Peter.

I stand up and follow her to her office, she seats in a couch and I do the same.

“As you might have noticed Zelda, professor Maximoff is no longer with us.” I gasp, I can feel my heart beating faster as I hear the words coming out of her mouth, I can tell she notices. “Oh, darling, he’s not dead, he called yesterday, he said he was taking some time off, he’s staying with his sister in New Jersey.”

Peter left? This can’t be happening, shit, why did Peter left? If there was something wrong, why didn’t he say anything? Why didn’t he tell me about it? Shit Zelda, why couldn’t Peter tell me, mi abuela tenía razón, carajo Zelda, vas y te enamoras del primer hombre al que te ponen en frente y resulta ser un completo imbécil.

“Zelda, are you listening to me?” C. Kitty’s voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and of course, I wasn’t listening, I was freaking out.

“Sorry, I was thinking, who’s going to be my trainer?” I asked.

“I just told you that.” She said, rolling her eyes. “Professor Wagner arrived from Germany on Wednesday, he’s a teleporter, he’s also here to replace Maximoff on the Arts Section, I believe he can help you to explore different aspects from your power.”

“Um, okay Counselor, thank you.” I give her a shy smile, she tells me where to find professor Wagner and I reach him at the library.

I ended up liking professor Wagner more than I had expected to, he believed in studying theory, we spent that day studying quantum physics, he saw the silver cross my abuela gave to me on my 15th birthday and inmediately approved it, he told me he worked as an art conservator in Europe, restoring churches with historical heritage.

Weeks passed and I hadn’t heard anything from Peter, I was still pretending to date Doug but we had planned to break up as soon as we could, I missed Peter but I tried not to think about him, in the meantime, professor Grey announced her engagement to professor Summers, professor Wagner changed our Art Class from Music to Theater and convinced us to stage a play, he also helped me a lot with my powers, we hadn’t moved to the time-traveling thing yet but I had learned a lot of stuff about what I could do according to physics.

About a month and a half after Peter left, the tv was filled with articles about mutants dissapearing, and the nightmares started too.

In my dreams, I could see decaying bodies piled all around the place, lakes of fire flowing through the city, earthquakes, tsunamis, all kinds of natural disasters; Anne knew about my nightmares and took care of me whenever I had one, we grew closer after that, she became my best friend, she was very intrigued about my dreams, I didn’t want to think about them, but she insisted on doing some research, she made me keep a dream journal so we could be more specific in our search.

Our research took us back to 1983, when the second generation of the X-Men defeated Apocalypse in Cairo, when Agent McTaggert warned professor Xavier about Apocalypse, she explained that there were secret societies that considered mutants a signal of a second comming of god, those cults worshipped Apocalypse and wouldn’t stop until Apocalypse ruled the world.

We discovered that one of the four horsement of  Apocalypse, Pestilence, managed to escape, she was a telepath with telekinetic abilities, Psylocke, and had remained a fugitive until now, Anne and I began to build a theory in which Psylocke was leading one of the cults to bring Apocalypse back to life.

It sounded crazy as fuck but it made sense somehow, the mutants that had disappeared were powerful, and Professor William Verne,  an expert in Ancient Egypt from Harvard,  had disappeared too, we believed they wanted to use his knowledge to summon Apocalypse.

Anne and I kept our theories private, and we were surprised that the X-Men hadn’t stepped into battle yet.

John, Bobby and Doug were angry because we didn’t spend time with them anymore, that gave me the perfect excuse to “break up” with Doug, we were both relieved when that ended and I had more time to focus on my training and the research.

It’s been three months after Peter left and and Anne and I are convinced that there is a cult trying to summon Apocalypse back to life, the posters in our room were replaced by newspapers, maps, pictures and everything we could get our hands on that had something to do with Apocalypse, the cults or potential horsemen.

It’s Monday, I’m with Anne in the common room, we have a free period after our first class, we’re talking about Grey’s assignment for Tuesday, another essay, about the portrayal of Monsters in classic literature, not having to worry about Apocalypse for a while it’s a relief.

“Anne, Zelda, can you come with me please?” I’m surprised to see Professor McCoy standing in front of us, he looks worried.

We stand up and follow him, we arrive to Professor Xavier’s office.

“Anne, Zelda, please sit down.” Xavier says politely, we obey.

The office is occupied not only by Xavier and McCoy but also by Raven (Mystique),Grey (Phoenix), Summers (Cyclops), Munroe (Storm) and Wagner (Nightcrawler), the second generation of the X-Men would be complete if Peter was there, but I quickly erase that from my mind.

The door opens once more and Counselor Pryde arrives followed by Bobby and John, Logan (Wolverine) is with her too, once they sit down next to us on the couch, the professor begins to talk.

“Anne, Zelda, Bobby, John, you may wonder why I’ve sent for you today, ten years ago, when this team of X-Men defeated Apocalypse, the last horsemen, Pestilence, managed to escape…” Storm’s face darkened at the mention of the horsemen, she had been one and I could tell those days were still an open wound. “As you have seen in the news, the most powerful mutants around the world have disappeared, one of my dearest friends, Professor William Verne, head of Harvard’s History departament, disappeared last week.

Zelda, Anne, we know you’ve been researching about the topic, Kitty has been keeping an eye on your investigations and we are glad we have such capable students, we believe, Psylocke is leading a cult formed by the most powerful mutants in the world to summon Apocalypse back from the death.” Xavier explains to Bobby and John, the room becomes silent.

“I still don’t understand why did you brought us here professor.” Anne asks, breaking the silence.

“Psylocke’s cult outnumbers us for a wide margin and the truth is you are part of the few students who can control their powers, but you’re also the oldest and the most powerful ones, Anne, your ability is to absorb mutant powers but you also have super strenght, Zelda, you can travel through time, you have premonitions too, don’t you?” I nod silently.

“Bobby, you have improved a lot since you arrived here, and your powers evolved from being able to create ice with the water particles from the air, to have a mild control over matter, and John, your pyrokinessis has grown more powerful with time, you can even create little fires with the energy around you.” Xavier continues speaking. “ That’s why we want you to become part of the X-Men.”

“Professor, are you sure this is a good idea?” I ask, “Being part of the X-Men would be the greatest honor in the world, but aren’t we way too young for the battlefiedl?”

“We were about your age in our first mission.” Raven says, “And we know Professor Xavier isn’t very fond of the idea of sending students into the battlefield, but we don’t have a choice , if we act now, we can stop this before they summon Apocalypse, but we need your powers, specially yours Zelda, if you can stop time, you can give us a wide advantage out there, just think about it.”

“Yes Bobby, you get to use cool code names.” Grey says, adressing to both Bobby and John.

“Okay then, I’ll be Iceman, John will be Pyro and Anne will be Rogue.” Bobby anounces, we all let out a chuckle.

“What about you Zelda?” Xavier asks, “Can we count you in?”

I feel everyone’s eyes staring at me, I’ve trained a lot with Wagner but mostly I’ve read about physics so I’m not really confident with my powers, but they need me, and I think I can help them, or at least I’ll do my best, my fighting skills aren’t that bad.

“Yes professor, count me in.” I reply with a smile.

“Really? I disappear for five minutes and Apocalypse rises again?” A voice says as the door opens, I would recognize that voice even in hell.

The color leaves my skin and I feel dizzy.

“Peter, you’re late.” Raven points.

“Welcome back Peter, we’ve missed you.” Xavier says. “Now, we can proceed with an attack plan.”

His hair is shorter and he’s not wearing his signature silver jacket, he’s wearing a black blazer with a Captain America shirt underneath, blue skinny jeans and black Converse, he looks different from the Peter I knew four months ago, more mature, older, and he doesn’t even look at me as he takes a seat next to Storm.