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Friends or lovers?

Word count: 2815

Warning: this is pure fiction so, don’t ever do such a thing because of a guy! 

You admit to Kai that you’re in love with him, but he rejects you so you try to hurt yourself

Your body has been  laying on the cold, wet street, maybe for minutes, maybe for hours. Your eyes shot open, but somehow you were too weak to lift your head up, let alone lift your entire body and stand up. It felt like every bone in your body was broken, a loud ringing noise going through your ears and your vision blury but it cleared up as minutes passed. Somehow you finally managed to pull yourself up all the way, wiping your hands on your jeans that were already a bit stained with water on your side from the rain, but when you looked around,it was obvious that the rain didn’t fall in this place. It was sunny and there was no clouds covering the sky, the sun shinding down on you, the heat slightly burning your skin. You looked around a bit closer and the place looked familiar, like you had been there before. Not even minutes had passed and you realized it was Mystic Falls, but there was no one around. As if everyone else had died and you were the only person alive in there. You wrapped your arms around yourself, as if you were protecting yourself and as if you were trying to warm yourself up even though it was probably twenty-nine degrees outside. As you knew every street in Mystic Falls you haven’t been  scared of getting lost and knew perfectly where you wanted to go. You walked to Salvatore’s house, letting yourself in. Only at that moment it hit you that Bonnie sent you away and mentioned something about prison worlds. You were just an ordinary witch and she decided to lock you in there for no good reason. You had no magic or any magical powers for that matter, scared od how long you would have to stay in that prison world. Also you were all alone and you weren’t that kinda person. You loved having company but that time it was different. You plopped yourself on the couch, pulling your legs up, bringing them closer to your body as you wrapped your arms around them. You exhaled heavily, feeling completely lost and not even knowing what day it was or to what time had Bonnie sent you. That is until you saw newspapers on the coffee table in front of you. You furrowed your brows and picked up the newspapers, a story about some family being massacred in Portland. You looked closely at the top left corner and read the date on it. May 10th 1994. 1994? She sent you to bloody 1994? You sighed in frustration and threw the papers across the room and ran your fingers roughly through your hair, not feeling worried anymore, but angry. What were you supposed to do in 1994 all alone in this hell hole called prison world? You went to check the rooms if they had any clean clothes for you to change into. A pair of black jeans and a plain white shirt had been placed on the bed as you immediately assumed they belonged to Elena, although you couldn’t understand how all the things were the same in prison world as they were out there in the real world. 


Weeks had passed and you felt a bit better, learned to live on your own. Sometimes it was even kind of fun. You had the entire town to yourself, even the food in the store was free. Literally. No paying for it, so prison world had its perks. Even though it had been fun, you always had a feeling that someone has been following you everywhere you go. Like someone’s eyes were focused on you and everything you did everyday. Even when you were in the house, it felt like someone was right then and it was starting to be creepy, even a pinch of fear always went through your body and it made your heart beat slightly faster. Many times you tried to ignore it, but the sounds of something tumbling down weren’t helping.

You went to the store one day and took everything that you needed that day, bringing it home in two big plastic bags, struggling with them as they were really uncomfortable to carry. You opened the front doors and let yourself in, closing the doors with your foot and placed the groceries on a big table in the kitchen. You checked if you took everything that was on your list, making sure you hadn’t forgotten anything. You took out a bag with strawberries in it, but before you could have placed it in the place you wanted, a male voice spoke up, making you drop a bag with strawberries, scattering them all over the kitchen tiles.

‘You know, it’s really unfair how you always got the good stuff and just bring it here.’ He said and walked towards you, coming out of the dark. When he stepped into the kitchen, you saw his face clearly. He was very young, maybe around 20, maybe less. The first thing you noticed were his gorgeous blue eyes that stared into yours deeply, making you weak at the knees.

‘Who are you?’ you managed to spoke up, your voice trembling, which you hadn’t noticed until you finally said something. You bent down to pick up the strawberries, acting normal and as if nothing was happening around you, but fear somehow found it’s way into your body, making your hands shake.

'Manners, I’m Kai. Well, Malachai actually. You might have heard of me or read, whatever. See, everyone knew about me. It’s cool, huh?’ He muttered and picked up one strawberry off the floor, putting it under the water and washed it before placing it into his mouth, biting on it and throwing half of it away. You put the remaining strawberries into a bowl, Kai walking behind you and stopped only a few inches away from you. You swallowed a lump in your throat and sighed quietly, somehow unable to take your eyes off him.

'You mean, cool in a 'I killed half my family because I got bored?’ You muttered, not thinking of possible consequences.

'It wasn’t like that and as far as I know, you know nothing about me or what my life was like so why judge me?’ Kai asked and chuckled, clearly not caring about your opinion on him even though he acted like he did. He placed his hand on the kitchen table and trailed it with his finger, leaving a small mark on the table varnish.

'I’ve read enough to know that you’re a psychopath who deserves to be here.’ You said with a shaky voice and walked to the sink, pouring yourself a glass of fresh and cold water.

'Well then you’re no better than me since you’re also trapped in here and let me tell you, unless you’re a Bennett witch, we’re stuck here. Probably forever.’ He muttered, a huge grin on his face that was driving you insane. You felt attracted to him but at the same time you wanted to punch that grin off his face. You had mixed feelings and that had never happened before.

'Well I’m not a Bennet witch.’ You stated.

'Not a Bennett witch, but, you are a witch.’ He trailed off as you eyes went wide. How did he know that? You hadn’t told him or even showed him that you had magic. In fact, even if you did have magic, you weren’t able to feel it. It felt like it was gone.

'How do you know that?’ You asked him and took a step backwards, trying to get away from him.

'I can feel your magic. And now, you’re going to help me. Well, I’m actually going to help myself because I know you would never do that for me.’ He said abruptly and rushed towards you, grabbing onto your writst as red light started glowing right when his hand was gripping onto your arm, the pain getting stronger with each second.

'Stop! What are you doing?’ You cried out but he didn’t care. He kept going, your legs giving out on you, but a few moments after he finally stopped, making you drop down on the floor.

'What. The hell. Was that?’ You said through gritted teeth, making a pressure on your hand where Kai’s grip was.

'I just siphoned some of your magic.’ He squated down in front of you, moving a lock of hair from your face. 'Awesome, right? I know.’ He chuckled.

'What do you mean siphoned? What does that mean?’

'Well, I just showed you what it means. I absorbed it, ate it, however you want. Now I have magic again but after some time I lose it, but it’s pretty cool now. The feeling of- power. So, thanks for that.’ He booped your nose and smiled again.

'You know, it wouldn’t kill you if you asked nicely the next time, even though I’m not sure that there will be next time.’ You trailed off and got up, shoting a judging look in Kai’s direction, leaving him alone in the kitchen as you walked into your room and closed the doors behind you. Somehow you felt relieved that you weren’t the only person stuck in this prison world, but then again, you knew that you’re going to have to face him again and who knows what his next move would be.

After a year of being stuck in prison world with Kai, you grew to like each other. You got closer and learnt to be friends and to help each other instead of hurting each other. You had found that it had been easire that way and if in way someone accidentally appeared there and tried to hurt you, you would always be there for each other. You had been spending a lot of time together, teasing one another. It’s easy to say that you have found happiness even in an abandoned place like 1994 prison world. As months have passed, you were starting to like Kai more and more each day, finding everything he did amusing. Every time he locked his eyes with yours, your heart skipped a beat or every time he smiled at you or hugged you a bit stronger, your heart started beating faster. You have already admitted to yourself that you had officially fallen in love with Malachai Parker, but you were just afraid to admit your feelings to him.

'Ok, but seriously, we could totally travel all the way to Washington.’ Kai said and chuckled at the same time, making you laugh, as he took a bit of an apple.

'And what would you even do there?’ You asked, his idea sounding extremely hideous.

'Oh, you know, take pictures or something. Although I’m not sure with what. We only have this camera here.’ He stated and lifted the camera up, showing it to you and then placing it back on the kitchen table.

'Well, it’s not like we can post those pictures anywhere for other people to see and don’t forget the lack of internet here.’ You said and got up, brushing your hand accidentally against his arm. He looked down where your hands met for a split second, but quickly shook his head and looked at you again, showing you a big smile.

'Who said that anyone should even see those pictures. It’s just for fun.’ He said and then both of you went silent for some time. The only sound that was echoing through the kitchen was your and Kai’s breathing

'So, do you- have anyone out there?’ He asked you out of nowhere, your eyes quickly finding his as you couldn’t hold back your smile. 'What?’ He chuckled.

'Yeah, my family who’s, not too fond of me.’ You answered.

'No, I mean, like a.. boyfriend or something.’ He said as if he was too embarrassed to ask such a question.

'No. Although, I am in love with someone. I’ve been for a year actually.’ You blurted out and swallowed hard, your heart beating as if it would jump out of your chest any second, afraid of how Kai was goign to react to your words. He just nodded and went silent again, but then after a few seconds he looked back at you, his brows furrowed.

'Wait. Are you- is that me you’re talking about?’ Your hands started to shake and a lump in your throat appeared again, not allowing you to breathe properly. You couldn’t find the words to answer so you just nodded, a small smile shining across your face, but that smile quickly faded away when Kai jumped out of his seat and kicked the chair away from him, making your body jerk a little bit. 'It is. You’re- you’re in love with me?’ He asked you with a sharp voice, looking angrier than ever. That wasn’t the reaction you had always imagined.

'Y-yes.’ You stuttered.

'You can’t be in love with me. I don’t love you, ok?’ He said harshly, his words hurting you more than anything in your life. Not even Bonnie sending you to prison world hurt that much, or that time when Kai siphoned your magic when you and him met for the first time. 'I don’t have time for such a weak and pathetic witch who can’t take care of herself and just cries all the time. I mean, what’s with all the crying?’ He trailed off, by the time he was finished, tears were streaming down your cheeks and you couldn’t hold back your cries anymore. You got up of your chair and ran directly to your room, slamming the doors behind you. You dropped down on the floor on your knees, your face burried in your hands as you let your tears out to drop down on the floor every so often, repeating Kai’s words in your head. You have never imagined it going in that direction. You thought that he would say that he has been in love with you for as long as you have been with him, but none of that happened. It went in the worst possible way, breaking your heart into million pieces. After who knows how long, you somehow managed to pull your body off the floor and walked into the bathroom, opening the cabinets. A couple of bottles filled with pills flashed in front of your eyes as you took one of the shelf and opened the cap, throwing it down on the floor. Your cheeks were stained with tears and you didn’t want to be like that anymore. You wanted to forget everything even for a little bit. You had just lost the only person who was in your life and the only person you had truly loved. You sat down on the floor and kept staring at the pills in your hands.

Loud footsteps were approaching your room, making you turn your head and look into that direction, waiting for a second as Kai appeared in front of your eyes, quickly rushing to your side and knelt beside you, slapping the pills away from your hand.

'What do you think you’re doing? Are you crazy? You can’t do that to me.’ He said, panicking, fear splashing across his face, his voice shaky.

'Why? What do you care? You said I was a pathetic witch that can’t take care of herself.’ You cried out, Kai wiping your tears away with his thumb, his soft palm remained against your cheek.

'I didn’t mean it.’

'Then why did you say it if you didn’t mean it?’ You sounded desperate, looking for any kind of explanation.

’ Because I’m scared. I’ve never felt like this in my life and I’m afraid that- that you’ll leave me or hurt me and I can’t be without you. I just can’t.’ He admitted, his forehead leaned on yours, his hot breath caressing your face.

'I would never leave you, Kai. I love you too much.’ His hands cupped your face and kissed your lips for the first time. You felt as if someone had taken a heavy rock off your chest, finally letting you breathe properly as you pulled away and took a deep breath, feeling relaxed and happy at the same time.

'I love you, ok? I love you. I’ve never felt this before and it’s scaring me. It scares me more than anything out there, but somehow having you right beside me feels just right.’

You couldn’t help but smile at his words because you felt just the same as he did. You had the same feelings and you loved him so much it hurt, but in a good way. You couldn’t imagine your day without him and the only place where you wanted to be for the rest of your life was right beside him. Right beside Malachai Parker.

So this is based off a prompt I received for a fusion with Klaroline and Suits from the amazing NikMik and two nonnies. Also big shoutout to my Klaroline/Darvey Girl Squad of Kate - @accidental-rambler - and Jo - @fanfantasticworld (who made this amazing cover too). 

Legal Eagle and best closer in NYC, Klaus Mikaelson, would be nowhere without his longtime and in some cases long-suffering executive assistant Caroline Forbes who organises his life and that rather large ego. Their chemistry has always been undeniable but lately things have begun to heat up when Klaus’ siblings interfere and Caroline’s hunt for a boyfriend evokes some unexpected jealousy from her boss.

As is customary the opening dialogue in italics are from the show, hope you enjoy!

She Works Hard for the Money

Mikaelson St John Offices, NYC - 7:02am

“I can’t believe it, you have no idea what to say.” Klaus uttered reclining back in his chair, obviously completely shocked she had no snappy retort for once. It would have to be the first time in her entire life, or at least since she’d known him which was close to seven years now. She didn’t respond, just placed her hands on her hips in a show of clear frustration.

“What’s the date today, I want to write it down,” he asked, locating his nearest pen and notepad and curving those crimson lips into a mocking smile while waiting for her reply.

“It’s the 7th of kiss my ass and the 8th of set your own goddamn meeting,” she shot back, turning on her heel and storming out of the office before she was tempted to tip that glass of water over his head.

“Is that the Mayan Calendar?”

“Nope, that’s the Caroline calendar,” she growled, slamming his door shut.

Caroline rested her back against his door and closed her eyes, she was too old for this crap. The fact she could still hear him chuckling from the other side of the door was enough to make her barrel back in there for round two but it was Monday morning and she’d need some caffeine and a croissant before she attempted that. Arguing with the best closer in New York City was winnable, she knew that from experience, but definitely required some sustenance first.

“I’d know that tense body language anywhere,” a voice interrupted making Caroline reluctantly open her eyes. Katherine Pierce was immaculately dressed as usual in a black pencil skirt and fitted, white shirt with her long dark locks fastened in a chic bun. “What did he do now?”

“Oh, you know just the usual,” she huffed, falling into step with her friend who was also the firm’s resident paralegal. Katherine was juggling her law studies at Columbia while employed there and her work was second to none, not that the partners would expect any less. “Takes advantage of the fact I’ve had no coffee and it’s 7:00am on a Monday morning to taunt me.”

“Why are men so damn childish and arrogant?”

“Well, in Klaus’ case I’d say it’s definitely that infuriating god complex he wears like a badge of honour. I suppose I deserve it really.”

“How exactly?”

“I thought I was being proactive by hunting him down at that bar all those years ago and basically begging for a job. I mean call me stupid but all of that career progression excitement must have gone to my head.”

“Maybe so but you’re the only one standing, how many associates has he fired in your time?”

“Too many to count,” she shot back. “And that doesn’t even include all the mail room staff and remember poor Glen?”

“How could I forget, I’ve never seen anyone fire a person for getting the wrong flavoured muffin,” Katherine quipped. “So really, this is his way of showing how much he cares I suppose?” In his own weird and sadistic way, Caroline knew that much was true.

She’d had the best of intentions to be a dutiful and cooperative assistant in the beginning but his ass-like tendencies couldn’t go unchecked and she’d told him exactly what she thought. Many had tried in the past and many had found themselves unemployed for their efforts but not Caroline. He seemed to enjoy sparring with her and if there was one thing Caroline hated it was losing a fight.

“Anyway enough about Klaus, how’s your day looking?”

“Apparently Elijah Mikaelson is coming into town to go through the firm’s records and guess who’s the lucky person that gets to help him?”

“Why haven’t I heard about this?”

“I have no idea, Enzo was the one who told me about it.” Enzo St John and Klaus had a long history. They studied law together at Oxford and had gone on to work together, first in London and now they were name partners at their firm in New York City. He’d also recently married Rebekah, something that an over protective Klaus was still trying to get his head around.

“Now that is not like Elijah,” Caroline said knowingly. What the hell was going on? Elijah had every right to peruse the records given Mikaelson & St John was an American offshoot of the UK firm but to not tell his brother about it was another thing.

“Maybe he wants to surprise him, you know show a little brotherly love?”

“Have you met Klaus?” Caroline joked.

“So what is the eldest brother like then?”

“A serious workaholic,” Caroline explained. “He’s also tall, dark and extremely handsome.”

“It so isn’t fair that our bosses are that good looking,” she sighed wistfully.

“Klaus is not that good looking,” she drawled, rolling her eyes for extra effect. Just hearing herself say it aloud Caroline knew she was lying. She just hoped it didn’t sound as forced as it felt.

Caroline would have to be blind not to find Klaus attractive, she was human after all. She blamed it on that dark blonde hair that curled teasingly over his ears and those damn dimples that had a tendency to appear without notice and had the power to silence her mid sentence. She was pretty certain he used them to get what he wanted and was slightly annoyed he’d employed that tactic on her. She’d learnt to control herself though, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction after all.

“At least sound convincing when you say it,” Katherine scoffed. “We need to go out and meet some eligible and available men with good temperaments.”

“You make it sound so easy.”

“Bonnie sent me this,” Katherine said, producing a flyer from her folder. “She thinks we should go on Thursday night.”

Caroline stared at the paper in disbelief, had it really come to this? Granted she had no love life and hadn’t for some time, her last attempt at a functioning relationship was some brooding, hair obsessed idiot called Stefan for six wasted months. The hair product jokes had come thick and fast from Klaus not surprisingly. For some reason he maintained a keen interest in her social life but Caroline was sure it was so he could tease her mercilessly.

“Speed dating? Really? We are attractive and intelligent career women, do we really need to meet guys this way?”

“That we may be Care but all us attractive, career women do is work. Well that and talk about Klaus and his latest mood.”

“We do not,” Caroline denied.

“Ah yes we do,” she shot back without hesitation. “I know more about your boss than I ever needed to know.”

“So what time do you want to meet?” She replied, choosing not to address her comment about Klaus. She’d always put it down to the fact that he was her employer so of course she’d talk about him but one look from Katherine told Caroline that she needed a new hobby.

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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: 6/?

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 |

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.

Feedback is always welcome.

Pd. PLEASE DON’T HATE ME, I PROMISE THIS IS WORTH IT.


“Zel! Where have you been?” Anne asks, she’s sitting on the couch, drawing.

“Uh, I, I…”

“You went to Coney Island.” She says, I feel the color leaving my skin.

“How do you know that?”

“Zel, you’re carrying a pink dinosaur, and you smell like sand and cotton candy.”

“Ohh, right, sorry, I’m just a bit tired.” I leave Gunther on my bed and walk to the wardrobe, I take out Peter’s Pink Floyd shirt and a pair of cotton pajama shorts.

“I’m going for a soda with Bobby and John, want to come?”

“Sure, give me a second.”  I get up, grab my hoodie and close the door behind me.


We arrive to the cafeteria, Bobby and John saved us a seat next to the window, I make my way to the table while Anne gets the drinks.


“Zelda.” Bobby says.

“What?” I sit in front of them.

“Why are you wearing Maximoff’s shirt?”

“This is not Maximoff’s shirt…” I begin to say.

“It’s his favorite shirt, everyone knows that, he says it brings him good luck or something.”

“Zel, have you been secretly hooking up with him?” John asks.

No I haven’t been hooking up with Maximoff, but damn, I wish I had.

“Why would I be hooking up with Maximoff John, it makes no fucking sense.” I grunt.

“Then, why are you wearing his shirt?”

“this shirt is Doug’s “ I blurt the fist name that pops into my mind.


They are still laughing when Anne arrives with the drinks.


“Whoa guys, what did I miss?” Says Anne as she sits next to Bobby.

“Zelda says she’s wearing Doug’s shirt, I say it’s bullshit, that shirt is Maximoff’s.” Bobby says.

“Of course is Doug’s…”

“Maximoff? There’s no fucking way that shirt is Maximoff’s.”

“Thanks Anne, finally someone is speaking with logic.”

“But, I don’t think that shirt is Doug’s either, I believe you are having a secret affair with someone, you went to Coney Island today and I’m 100% sure you weren’t on your own, you suck at fair games and you were carrying a pink dinosaur.” She smirks.

“I-I was with Doug, for real.”

“Look, there he is.” John points at the door, Doug is standing there, searching for a table, wearing blue pajama bottoms and a white shirt. “Why don’t we ask him?”

“Don’t you dare Lighter.”

“I want to know too Zel.” Anne laughs.

“DOUG! OVER HERE!” Bobby waves at him and he makes his way to our table.

“Hey guys!” I stand up, giving him an awkward hug. “Um, hey Zel:”

“Doug, we’re so happy you are here, we wanted to ask you a question.” John chuckles.

“Um, yeah, it’s okay.” Doug is the kind of person that “Um's” a lot.

“You see that shirt Zelda is wearing?” Bobby points, Doug nods. “Is that shirt yours?”

Fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit crap.

“Yeah, of course it’s his shirt, right honey?” I say, resting my head in his shoulder.

“Is it Zel?” He shooks his head.

“Yeah, totally, you gave it to me after we slept together last night.” Bobby and John open their eyes in surprise.

“Oh, right babe.”  Doug holds my hand, I look at him. “I’m going to kill you.” He whispers.

“No shit, since when have you been dating guys?” Bobby asks.

“Um, we’ve been dating for about 4 hours.” Doug nods.

“You got to third base before being his boyfriend, Doug, you’re officially life goals.” Johny says, he lets out a grunt after I kick him.

“And when were you going to tell us, it’s not fair Zel, we share a room and you never told me you liked Doug.”

“We were waiting to make it official, he asked me to be his girlfriend today at Luna Park.”

“Yeah, I took her to the Cyclone, and we had Ice Cream.”

“Well, congratulations lovebirds, I’m amazed but you guys make a cute couple.” Anne greets us.


The rest of the night passes in a blur, we move from the cafeteria to one of the common rooms, the one that happens to be next to Peter’s room, and I’m stuck with Doug, we share one couch, I sit on his lap while we talk, Bobby, Anne and John go to sleep an hour later, I try to go but Doug grabs my hand.


“Zelda, would you please explain me why did you tell everyone I was your boyfriend?” Doug asks, he seems mad, I don’t blame him.

“If I tell you, promise me you won’t tell anyone, not Anne, and specially not Bobby or John.” I beg.

“I won’t but you better have a good reason because I’m about to kill you right now.”

“It’s Maximoff.” I sigh, “We’ve been hanging around since that day at music class, when we sang The Cure’s Lullaby.”

“Wait wait wait, you’re telling me that you’ve been sneaking all around New York with Maximoff? The rumors were true then.”

“Yeah, I mean, we’re good friends, but if Xavier finds out, he’ll kill me, he already lectured me about boundaries between professors and students.”

“Zel, you know my mutation allows me to read body language and to understand the truth within every sentence you speak?”

“Doug, you tell me that everytime we talk.”

“You are in love with him, madly in love with him.”

“I know, but he’s like a shit ton of years older than me, and that would never work.” I sit back on the couch and bury my face in a pillow.

“Zel, I’ll help you, you’re one of my best friends and if you’re in love with Speedy Gonzales, I’m going to help you.” I start laughing.

“Thanks Doug, you’re the best, please don’t kill me.” I say, hugging him.


Peter’s POV.


When Wanda was six, I took her to her first day at school, I stayed there, while she waved me goodbye before entering the classroom and way after the doors were closed, in that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, and I realized how much I loved Wanda, I mean, I obviously love her because she’s my little sister but I was 16 and I didn’t really worry about any other things than stealing video games and records, but I realized how much it would hurt me if something happend to her, I wasn’t going to let anybody hurt my little girl, I owed that to my mom, my dad was a dick, but that didn’t mean I was one too.


Charles, Hank and Logan appeared in my front door a week after, we broke into the Pentagon and released Magneto, according to Logan, we had changed the future, saving the mutants from the Sentinel program that Bolivar Trask was desinging, they thaught me I could use my powers for the greater good, but it wasn’t until 1983 when I decided to do something about it, I joined Raven, Jean, Scott, Kurt, Hank and Charles to defeat Apocalypse and his horsemen, we became the X-Men’s second generation alongside with Ororo.


Two years later, I told Magneto he was my father, he was shocked at first, and he became distant, shortly after, I learnt I had another sister, Lorna, and Magneto had no other choice than to work in our relationship, we’ve improved since then, and I get to see the girls pretty often, but I never felt like I belonged.


I mean, Xavier’s was great, everyone was pretty understanding and supportive, but I always felt like an outcast, partly because of Magneto being my dad, but I always longed for someone who liked the same things I liked, someone who enjoyed music, comic books, videogames, someone I could talk to about my problems, about concerts, the girl I wanted to introduce to my girl, the kind of girl who would play with Wanda and her Barbies because she wanted to, but that person never arrived and I eventually got used to the loneliness.


Lorna and my mom set me up for blind dates but it wasn’t okay, I believe they didn’t get the concept of having chemistry with someone.


I tried college and I dropped it on the third semester, it was just too boring, why did we have to study about the color symbolism in every damn Shakespeare play if threats like Apocalypse were wandering freely all around the Universe? Somehow my dad convinced Charles I’d be a good teacher, so he offered me to teach music, and I’ve been teaching here for 3 years, and my mom was glad I had a steady job.


And then Zelda arrived.


With her sharp questions, sarcastic comments, her blue hair and her hazel eyes, filled with curiosity,  and her smile is enough to light up even the darkest of my days.


On Friday’s, after binge watching horror movies, she’d fall asleep in my arms, while whe listened to The Smiths, Radiohead or whatever she wanted, she had taken the control over my record player.


That night, afterI left Zelda in her room, I felt the kind of pain you feel when you miss someone, I take two hours to convince myself that I need to make a move before I screw everything up, and I make up a plan.


When I open the doors of my room, I hear her voice in the common room, my heart beats faster as I speed up to find her, she’s sitting in some guy’s lap, with her head resting on his shoulder, I recognize him, Doug, he’s in her class and has his arms wrapped around her shoulders, giving her small kisses on the top of her head, and the sharp pain I felt when I took Wanda to school on her first day, comes back.


I speed back to my room, taking out a backpack from underneath the bed, I begin to fill it with random clothes


I wait, as the voices fade away in the hallways, I lock my room and walk to the front door, I close it behind me, and start running, it takes me a while.


I don’t want to think, but I can’t help it either.


She’s fucking 18 Peter, she’s not into you, don’t you see? You were his toy all the time, she was just playing with your feelings.


I try to keep running, but focusing on the road is difficult when tears are blocking your sight.


I finally give up, somehow I arrived to a park, and throw myself into the grass, sobbing.


It’s the first time I ever cried because of a girl, and it sucks, because I love her.