(The world’s most dangerous love triangle.)

It was torture. The day would start off with an intrusion from Jean, she’d get you up, watch you shower and cook your breakfast. In the small moments you weren’t bombarded by jeans obsessive borderline parental swooning, Emma took the chance to enjoy a morning talk with you, Jean Emma would bad mouth each-other.

Everything was chaotic until one day where Emma took you off to the sides, slamming her arms next to your head on the wall Jean angrily looked at you. “I thought I told you, to stay away from Emma Frost!” She leans in. “And yet here I see your thinking about going to prom with her?!” She said reading your mind without permission.

“I’m sorry baby, but I think it’s time you get your punishment-

“Grey.” Said Emma as she entered the room, carrying herself as she always did, like a goddess wrapped in mortal flesh. “What’s this?” She asked mockingly as Jean gritted her teeth as Emma laughed and sauntered her way over. “Envy is such a natural look for you.” She said before her gaze turned stern. “Get away from what’s mine.” She said as she got close to you pushing Jean away, the red head simply stepped foward and got close to you.

“{{user}}. Is. Mine!” Jean yelled. Emma leaned in. “In your fucking dreams.”