X-Men Preferences and Imagines

Your kid gets in trouble at school

Logan Howlett:
As Logan stormed into the house, the tension in the air was palpable, his daughter, Lily, sitting on the couch with her head hung low. "What the hell happened at school today, Lil?" he barked, his tone gruff but worried. She fidgeted, eyes darting to the floor. "I... I got into a fight, Dad," she mumbled, her voice barely above a whisper. Logan ran a hand through his hair, frustration mixing with concern. "And why's that? Did they pick on you again?" Lily nodded, her voice trembling. "They called me a freak... so I punched them." He softened, kneeling in front of her. "You know you can't just throw punches, bub. You gotta tell someone." She met his gaze, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "But I didn't want to be weak." Logan smirked slightly, pulling her into a comforting embrace. "Being strong means knowing when to fight, not just charging in like a berserker. Next time, use those words, alright? Your old man didn't raise a second Wolverine."

Scott Summers:
Scott stood in the kitchen, arms crossed as he waited for his daughter, Maddie, to come home. When she finally walked in, her face was streaked with tears. "Dad, I messed up," she blurted out, her voice shaky. Scott's heart sank. "What did you do?" he asked gently, trying to keep his composure. "I... I was late to class because I was helping a friend who was being bullied, and now I have detention." He sighed, the tension easing from his shoulders. "You did the right thing, Maddie," he said, moving closer. "But you have to be careful. You can't save everyone. What did the teacher say?" "That I should have been responsible," she sniffled. Scott knelt beside her. "Responsibility is important, but so is standing up for what's right. We'll figure this out together. Just remember to call me next time you need help. I'm proud of you for doing the right thing."

Young Charles Xavier:
Charles sat in the living room, worry etched across his face as his son, Jamie, stood before him, arms crossed defiantly. "Dad, it's not my fault!" Jamie exclaimed, frustration bubbling over. "They called me a 'mutant freak' and I told them off!" Charles raised an eyebrow, a small smile breaking through his concern. "You stood up for yourself, but words can cut deeper than you think. What did you say?" Jamie squared his shoulders, eyes sparkling with defiance. "I told them they wouldn't know true power if it slapped them in the face!" Charles chuckled, the tension easing. "You have a gift, Jamie, but using it wisely is the mark of true strength. Let's talk about how to handle bullies next time. And remember, your powers are not your identity. You're so much more than that."

Young Erik Lehnsherr:
Erik paced in the kitchen, the tension radiating off him as his son, Max, stood with his arms folded, clearly agitated. "Dad, I didn't mean to," he muttered, looking down at the floor. "I just... I lost control." Erik turned, his brow furrowed. "What happened?" "I accidentally made the lockers fly open when those jerks were picking on my friend!" Max explained, exasperated. Erik took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "I understand why you did it, but you have to control your powers. You can't let your emotions dictate your actions." Max looked up, desperation in his eyes. "But I was just trying to protect him!" Erik softened, moving closer. "I know, son. You're a good person. Just promise me you'll talk to me before you react next time, alright? We'll work on your control together."

Young Hank McCoy:
Hank glanced up from his latest scientific experiment as his daughter, Clara, stormed into the room, clearly upset. "Dad, I got in trouble at school!" she exclaimed, hands on her hips. "What did you do this time?" he asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I was just helping a classmate with her math, and the teacher thought I was showing off!" Clara huffed, crossing her arms. Hank smiled, knowing the academic passion ran in the family. "Well, did you help her understand the problem?" he probed. "Of course!" she replied, frustration lacing her voice. "But the teacher said I should focus on myself." He nodded, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. "It's admirable to help others, Clara, but we need to respect the classroom environment. Maybe next time, you could offer help in a way that won't draw attention?" Clara sighed, her anger dissipating. "Fine, but I just wanted to be a good friend." Hank leaned down, tousling her hair. "And that's a wonderful quality. Just remember, balance is key."

Peter Maximoff:
Peter leaned against the wall, trying to hide his grin as his son, Ben, shuffled in, looking guilty. "So, what did you do this time, buddy?" he asked, arms crossed. Ben sighed, kicking at the floor. "I got suspended for a week for using my powers to prank those bullies who were bothering me." Peter raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Pranking, huh? What exactly did you do?" Ben looked up sheepishly. "I made the lunch trays stick to their faces." Peter laughed, shaking his head. "That's classic! But you know we've talked about using your abilities responsibly." Ben nodded, still a bit downcast. "I know, Dad. It just felt good to finally stand up for myself." Peter stepped closer, placing a hand on Ben's shoulder. "I get that. Just remember, you're a hero, not just at school but everywhere else. Use that hero mentality wisely, and we'll make sure you can stand up for yourself without the suspension next time."