how soon is now records


Title: Professor Maximoff.

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: 4/?

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

Love interest: Peter/Pietro Maximoff / Quicksilver.

Characters: Peter Maximoff | Anne Marie / Rogue | Bobby Drake / Iceman | Pyro | Cypheer |

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

Notes: 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.

When I open my eyes, we are outside of Pizza Hut, Peter’s arm is still around my waist and I thank that gesture while I catch my breath.

“I was going to take you for mexican food but you’re mexican so you’d have killed me.” He says, I smile.

“Wise decision Mr. Maximoff, the whole Ruiz family would have killed you, food is sacred for us mexicans.”

We enter the restaurant and he makes me search an empty table while he orders our food, I look at him from the distance, he looks so desperate and I can’t help but laugh, 15 minutes later, he’s carrying a large pizza and two jumbo sodas.

“Half pepperonni, half italian meatballs and Vanilla Coke. ” He announces as he takes a seat in front of me.

“I barely know anything about you, I mean, I know you’re a 30 year old kleptomaniac who happens to be an X-Men but still, I’d like to know the real you.” I say.

I finish my second slice of pizza when he begins to talk.

“Well, Charles-from-the-future sent Logan-from-the-future to 1973 to stop some event that would result in the slaughter of millions of mutants in the future, they came looking for me, apparently my kleptomania was still a thing in the future.”

“So that’s why Logan hates time-traveling…”

“Yeah, he says it’s too compromising but whatever, they wanted me to break into the Pentagon and release Erik Lehnsherr, you know, that Magneto guy who killed JFK and tried to kill Nixon?”

“He’s your father.” And apparently I was thinking out loud, he sighs.

“He left my mom before he knew she was pregnant so I can’t really blame him.

Neither of us says anything, I finish my third slice of pizza and drink half of my coke.

“I really understand why Magneto acts like that.” I finally say, breaking the awkward silence.

“What do you mean by understand?” Peter asks, his eyes are filled with curiosity.

“Well, I understand what it’s like to be part of a hated minority, but being mutant makes the other people afraid, so they hate you more, I get that but I agree with Professor Xavier’s vision.”

“Really, how so?”

“My father used to work for a german pharmaceutical corporation in Mexico City, he’s a chemist, my mom is a nurse, he began his research for a cure for cancer and quit the Company, he married my mom and a NY’s University got interested in his research so they offered him a job, they moved to NY and took my granny with them, a couple of months later I was born, and people were racist all the time. Middle school was harder than you could imagine, do you have any idea of how hard it is to translate everything in my mind before I say anything?” He shooks his head. “Anyway, that’s not the point, what I’m trying to say is that I believe that mutants and humans can live in peace, I know is hard, because not even humans can keep peace but I truly believe that one day we will be able to achieve it, I believe that if we used our powers for a greater good, things would be different.”

“You are a deeply interesting person.” He smiles. “My mom would like you, I’d dare to say my dad would like you too.”

“You’d have to pass a lot of tests to earn my family’s approval.” I say, half joking.”Tell me, do you like spicy food?”

“Does Taco Bell count?”

“My abuela would totally kill you right now.” We laugh.

“I love when you speak in Spanish Zel.”

Carajo Maximoff, si sigues así, voy a terminar enamorada de tí..”

We decided to hang around the mall for a while, Peter took me to the Record Store and showed me his favorite ones.

I decided to buy him a gift, one of my favorite records, The Smith’s How Soon is Now?.

I bought Ice Cream for Peter, I took him to the book store and he helped me to pick a couple books I wanted to read, we played at the Arcade and he beat me at Pac-Man.

“All I’m saying Anne, is that if X-Men are allowed to have super cool nicknames, we should have them too.” I hear a familar voice near us.

We are standing on the edge of the fountain, trying to decide what to do next, when I see Bobby, Anne, John and Doug coming out of the Record Store.

“I want to be called Iceman.” Bobby says, Anne rolls her eyes.

“Lame, I’ll be Pyro, sounds way better than Iceman.” John says, I can see them approaching the fountain and I start to panick.

“John has a point.” Anne laughs. “Iceman sounds pretty lame.”

“No, wait, I had already came up with a name for you, you shold be Rogue.” Bobby smirks.

“Nah, not likely Bobby.”



“I, I think I dropped my earring in the fountain.” I say.

“For real? In the fountain? How is that possible?”

“I don’t know, but my abuela gave me that earring when I turned 15, if I lose it, she will kill me.”

“Oh okay, do you want me to call the janitor or something?” I shook my head, I have less than 15 seconds before they are able to see me, so I grab Peter by his shoulders and push him to the fountain, landing on top of him.

“What the fuck Zelda?” He grunts.

“I am sorry but I seriously need to get that earring back.”

Peter tries to stand up and I push him back to the fountain.

“In fact, I think my earring is over there.” I take his hand and we crawl to the other side of the fountain, I let out a relief sigh, Bobby and the others are nowhere to be seen.

“Excuse me ma'am.” The mall’s security officer is standing in front of me. “I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you and your boyfriend to leave, you can’t swim in the fountain.”

“Um, he’s not my boyfriend…”

“Look, I don’t care if he’s your boyfriend or not, you have to leave, now.”

“Come on Zel, we should go back to Campus now.” Peter says and the Officer’s eyes open in surprise.

“Oh my god, are you one of those X-Men guys?” He asks.

“You didn’t see that coming?” Peter smirks.

“OHMYGOD, you’re Quicksilver.” The officer is now fangirling all over Peter and I can’t stop lauging. “Can I have your autograph, my daughter loves you.”

“Sure, no problem.” The officer takes out his wallet and hands him a picture of his daughter -she must be 10 years old- with a pen. “What’s her name?”

“Sarah, this is going to make her really happy.” Peter signs the picture and hands it back. “But you know you still have to leave the mall, right?”

I sigh and jump out of the fountain and Peter follows me, hugging me and at the blink of an eye, we’re back at the School, he allows me 30 seconds to catch my breath and we speed up again, now we are in his room.

“Zel, I’m going to take a shower “ He announces, taking off his Sex Pistol’s shirt. “I’ll be fast but you should probably change, we are soaking wet thanks largely to you.” I roll my eyes.

“Do you have any idea of how important a quinceañera party is in my culture?” He shooks his head. “Then you don’t get why those earrings are so important to me.”

“Did you find them?” He asks, right now he’s wearing just boxers and carrying a blue towel around his neck.

“Nope, so I’ll better get started writing my obituary.” I laugh softly, Peter smiles and opens the bathroom’s door.

“Stay here, Kitty would kill me if she see’s you walking out of my room in your one so I’ll take you to yours, but you should really change,” He points at his wardrobe “Take a look and pick anything that fits.”

I find myself alone in Peter’s room and I decide to take a look, I walk carefully, trying not to stumble on anything because the room is a mess, I sit on his bed to take a closer look to the picture on his nightstand, the photo looks old, Peter looks 17, the green haired girl looks 15 and the little girl looks 5, I walk to his bookshelf, he has a few books, but it’s mostly occupied by comic books, and stumble into a box, I pick it up and it’s filled with Polaroid pictures, I sit on the floor and take a few of them out.

The green haired girl appears in at least half of them, they must have been taken on different days because she’s wearing different clothes, there are a lot of pictures with the little girl too and a few pictures of Peter in different concerts.

“Hey Zel, did you…” I hear Peter’s voice coming out of the bathroom and start to freak out, I’m standing in front of his wardrobe, half naked.


“What, why?” He begins to say… “Oh, I see why, I’m sorry.” The door closes behind him and I grab the frist thing I find in the wardrobe.

“Okay, you can come out now.”

“You happen to be wearing my favorite shit Zelda, I admire your taste.”

“It’s a nice shirt.” I admit. “But it was literally the first thing I found.”

“It looks nice on you, you should keep it.” He smiles and I’m sure my face is as red as an apple. “But try to give me my pajama pants back as soon as you can.” He laughs.

“Oh, wait” I push him onto the coach. “ Close your eyes.”

I take the Record I bought him out of my bag, open it and place it in the record player, the first notes of How soon is now? Begin to fill the room, I sit next to him and put the envelope on his knees.

“You can see now.” I say, he opens his eyes and reaches the envelope.

“The Smiths? Zel, what’s this?”

“I saw it at the Record Store, it’s one of my favorite songs, and it’s the single so I bought it for you, I wanted you to have a little part of my life.”

Peter hugs me.

“Thanks Zel, you didn’t had to.” He whispers to my ear and I can feel him smiling.

“But I wanted to Pete, now you can remember me everytime you listen to the song.”

His hug tightens for a few moments and when he lets go, he makes it slowly, our faces being separated for less than two inches.

I know he notices my heart beating fast as fuck.

He leans closer.

I just smile and bury my head in a pillow.

We listen to The Smith’s record a few times more, by the time we are done, he knows the lyrics perfectly, and he takes me to my room, Anne isn’t back yet.

“Goodnight Pete.” I whisper, placing a light kiss on his cheek, he blushes lightly and I give him a bright smile.

“Goodnight Zel.” He says, giving me a small hug before disappearing in a silver blur.

I’m reading The Great Gatsby laying in my when Anne enters the room, followed by Bobby and John.

“Zelda! How do you feel? I’m sorry for not taking care of you.” Anne says, sitting in my bed, Bobby and John sitting in hers.

“Don’t worry Anne, I’m feeling better, I slept through it.” I say.

“You are not going to beleive what we saw.” Bobby gives me a misterious look.

“What? You caught Grey and Summers making out in the teacher’s room again?” I laugh.

“Not even close Zel, we saw Maximoff with a girl at the mall.” John says.

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