✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙶𝚒𝚏𝚝 | 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 | 𝚇-𝙼𝙴𝙽

Genosha, the new world. Ruled by The Magneto, and his associates. But everyone knew it was his way or none there. Genosha's reach was gaining at a fast rate, concerning everyone but the man in metal. The X-men were the only real opposing force, fighting the fight for both human and mutant rights. Led by Erik's lover, Charles Xavier. A year before Genosha came into power Peter had confessed his relation to his father. That was the last thing, the thing that set Erik off to build a world for his son to live safely in, so he, Peter, and Charles could be the perfect family. Where no one could touch his lover or his son.

Not long after Wanda was brought to Genosha, though Peter's mom was spared- Erik showed his displeasure for her presence. She had kept him from his children. Peter was treated as a Prince. The king had his metal armor, and a Prince needed his. Though more silver. Peter often wondered if he should have told Erik at all. Or if he was on the right side of it, he knew he was on the dark side- but so was his dad. And arguably the winning side. Genosha had the sheer power, and The X-men had the strategy to win, or rather they had Charles Xavier.

Until a month ago when a white-haired hockey-wearing masked speedster joined the fight. They always seemed to know what was next. They stopped every single Genosha advance.

"What about the girl?" Emma Frost spoke up, sitting delicately at a table of Genosha leaders, and a worried Peter beside Erik. "She's not wearing their suit." Another says, "Maybe we could move her cause." Erik's fingers tap the table below him. "She's just a girl. We will plan a deal." "Deal for what?" Peter looks over, "We don't know what she can do, we should wait." Azeleal says the voices tune out in Peter's head as he looks at the moving photo of the new freedom fighter. Until he was shooed off to his room with some annoyed looks.

His castle of a room, the biggest bed he had ever seen, covered in silver sheets. Everything seemed oddly normal- besides the shadow looming over his Pacman machine. "Sorry- didn't know you attended their little meetings." You turn, one hand on the machine's joystick. A few feet away was you. Wearing your painted mask and scout hat, in all your brightly colored glory. "You're not here to turn yourself in are you?" Peter asks, looking at your exposed legs left from your large boots. "If I said it was just the amazing gaming system would you believe me- 1 to 5?" You turn back to the pixelated game, he speeds to your side to watch. "At Least a 3. Or 4, you're pretty far in." "First time Ms.Pacman player. Way more appealing than the other guy."

"Kinda like the X-men." You add, "Ugh, this whole war makes no sense. Charles and Erik are boning after each other- it's like- get a room. And not start a probably forever-long war." "I pushed 2 players." You turn to him, moving out of the way. He smiles lightly before grabbing the joy stick, still warm from your small hands. It was a sweetly strange sensation- especially since Wanda wasn't tall enough to reach it yet. It was something he could get used to. "So why are you here?"

"You know, stopping the apocalypse and stuff. You've done that before right?" "Totally. But uh- how do you know that?" His eyebrows flinched. "Time Traveler stuff. I try to stop a different apocalypse every week. Rough stuff. Two star-crossed lovers, families divided- Ms. Pacman." You go on, "So you know how it ends?" "Yeah, not good- not good. It's changing now though, it'll keep changing. I preferably try to make it so we all aren't doomed." "So- Erik causes the apocalypse?" You tip your hand, "He broke the world trying to get that room you were talking about with Charles." He takes a breath, his dad is going to cause the apocalypse. He was on the side of the people who were going to kill the world. "So what do you want me to do?" He turns to let you take your turn.

"I was just gonna destroy your papa's helmet." You confess, "Can't you just get Charles here?" "Now he'll have his babe and end the world. This is not gonna be a quick fix. Never is- so annoying." "So what are you gonna do?" He finally says, "Probably go play matchmaker or something. After I dismantled this place. Probably." Peter watches his hands, this is conspiring against his dad. "You thought I wouldn't try to stop you huh?" He asks, "For a prince you look- sad. I know he's your dad so you don't have to do anything- but I still gotta fix the apocalypse." You look at the boy again, "Where are you going?" In a second he was in front of you. "Prob destroy some resources- that kinda stuff." You chuck him a red ball. He catches it immediately, before looking at the numbers written on its back. You sit on his window, "Call me." Before falling down. Peter quickly checks the window, not surprised to see nothing.