post/112357471489/can-i-please-request-a-ficlet-just-one-where-its
Prompt: Can I please request a ficlet? Just one where it's April Fools day and the students keep pranking Erik and Charles and they eventually both get fed up and attempt to prank them all together. xxxxx
Erik slammed the door behind him ashe marched into Charles' classroom. "That's it!" he fumed. "I'm done with this." He slapped the dead frog down on Charles' desk, making Charles jump two feet in the air.
"Jesus. What are you doing with a deceased frog in my classroom?" Charles gasped.
"You know, I wouldn't have a dead frog if it wasn't for your goddamn students!"
"Oh, so they're my students now." Charles smirked. "They get this side from you, Erik. Not me."
Erik nudged the frog closer to Charles, who inched away slowly. The frog got closer and closer until Charles, his nose wrinkled, picked it up and hurled it at Erik, who got a face-full of wet dead frog. "Fine!" Charles grunted. "This is the second dead animal and fourteenth prank today for either of us, and April Fool's Day isn't even half over yet."
Erik, still wiping his face with his sleeve, muttered his agreement. "But how do we stop them?" he added. "There's no way. They'll just keep coming with their vulgar drawings on the chalkboard and their porcupines under the desk – Don't ask," he grumbled in reply to Charles' confused look. "I'm going to be limping for the next week."
"Well that'll teach you to wear shoes when you're teaching – "
"I was sitting at the desk! No one was going to know – "
Charles silenced him by clearing his throat. "I guess you've learned your lesson."
Erik slumped into one of Charles' empty chairs and massaged his foot gently. "Okay, fine. So what are we going to do to them?"
"Do to them?"
"How else do you expect to stop them?"
"I don't know, I was thinking I could just 'convince' them not to."
"Where's the fun in that?" Erik crossed his arms. "No, we've gotta show them who's boss. Though…it would be a good idea to use your power. Yes yes yes," he said, rubbing his hands together. "This is going to be good."
It didn't take long to execute their plan. They did it during the students' lunch period so they would all be together. And then, curled up in their bed, each leaning against the other with a steaming cup of tea in his hand, they got to work. Erik adjusted the pillows behind Charles and then watched as he closed his eyes and began to focus.
They heard the shout all the from the cafeteria two floors below. Charles was too focused to react – beads of sweat were already forming under his hair – but Erik grinned, imagining their faces. And he didn't have to imagine for long – Charles squeezed his eyes shut even harder, and soon an image of the scene was projected into Erik's mind.
All of the students were running to and fro, bouncing back and forth between the tables, food flying and people yelling. Bobby was desperately attempting to calm people down, trying to shoot ice at people's feet and freeze them in place, but nothing was coming out of his hands. Kitty was running into walls, backing up, and then running into them again.
They watched the madness continue for another few minutes, until Erik was laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe. He poked Charles' arm. "All right, let them go, Charles. And give them one final warning."
Charles was panting from the effort of using his power to such an extent. He grabbed Erik's hand and clutched it as he cast a final message into the minds of every student.
Remember, your power is a part of you. Never take it for granted. Oh…and this is for the dead frog. We win. See you next April 1st. Yours truly, Professors Xavier and Lehnsherr.