1) Teenagers
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Plot: Erik tries pretty much everything to get his son Peter out of bed. Post- X-Men Apocalypse if Erik stayed
"I'll call your mother."
"What's she gonna do? Nag me to death?"
"I will rattle the bed again."
"It's like rocking a baby's cradle," Peter mocked, snuggling under the covers.
Erik growled and turned to Hank, who watched the father and son with a small smile. "Hank, get me some water, ice cold water. And wipe that smirk off your face!"
Scott had passed the room and returned to witness one of his teachers attempt to get his lazy classmate out of bed again. "Can you blame him? When I saw this the first time, it was pretty comical. Now, after eighty thousand times, not so much."
Erik's steely eyes settled on Scott, who could not help but slightly shudder under his gaze. "Mr. Summers, would you like some extra credit?" Scott nodded excitably. Who wouldn't? "Then get my son's lazy ass OUT OF BED!"
"Don't bother with a bucket of water though," Peter warned Scott. "I can easily dodge it and move my beauty sleep somewhere else."
"You will need beauty sleep if you don't get out of bed!" The metal in the room rattled, but Peter was unfazed.
"Nothing's worked, Dad!" Erik could imagine his son's arrogant smirk. "I'm a chip off the ol' block, headstrong and resilient!"
"He has a point," Hank mumbled, earning a fierce glare from Erik. Charles and some curious students gathered around the doorway of the room. Luckily, Peter's roommates had left already, since it was almost noon.
"Erik, the boy is still getting used to this school." Charles reasoned. "Besides, his powers require much sleep and he's only done this a few times - "
"- Four times, to be exact -"
"And it's his first week here," Charles added. "Give it a rest, will you? Or at least try something that won't disturb everyone else. I'm not a parent, but this obviously isn't working."
Erik glanced back and forth at Charles and his son's sleeping form. Then, he had a rather devious idea. But first, he needed a distraction. "Fine. What do you propose we do?"
"Night classes?"
"Sounds good to me!" Peter shouted gleefully. Erik, on the others hand, distrusted the idea entirely.
"He won't go to those either!" Erik looked down at Charles, grabbed his face, and kissed him passionately, making sure Peter looked up to see what was happening.
"Ugh! DAD! Not in my room! Fine! I'll go! I'll go!" Peter zoomed out of his room, knocking everyone down in his path, including Raven, whom Hank clumsily caught.
Once the crowd around the room dissipated, Charles looked up at Erik, flustered and stuttering. "E- Erik? W- What?"
The metal bender just gave him his signature sardonic grin and walked passed Charles. "Don't tell me you're surprised, professor."
Charles gulped and followed Erik. "Considering our... closeness over the years, I can't say I am, old friend. But don't you know that Moira -"
"Charles you don't love her," Erik stated matter-of-factly, pulling a coin out of his pocket and levitating it over his opened palm. "Not like she loves you. I may have been a recluse out for revenge, but I know what love is." He turned to Charles and gave Charles his rare, light, playful smile. "Besides, can she manipulate metal while looking absolutely groovy?"
The telepath chuckled and smiled up at Erik. "No. No I suppose not." They stood for a few moment in silence, smiling at each other, until they heard Peter pulling pranks downstairs.
"That's my boy..."