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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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X Men Animated Yandere Sabertooth and Wolverine meeting a child who was created using both of their DNA

Ohoho, yes! I love those two! I write them as brothers, so I'll be careful in how the DNA thing works. That being said, we'll go with this:

Trying to knock sense into his brother was like trying to knock sense into a boulder.

Hard, rough, full of broken bones, and painful.

The b*stards at Weapon X had erased anything, everything, all of their past together, everything that had ever mattered from his runt's mind, and then had the audacity to use him as a weapon. Use BOTH of them as weapons. Forcing them to kill, to tear apart, to sabotage-

All because they were mutants.

And humans hated mutants, no matter what.

He killed them, the ones who did this to them. That still didn't fix things, though. He did fix quite a few of them up, though. Fixed them right into dinner. Into trophies. Into minced meat and bloodied bones.

That being done and over with-

He didn't expect to find a kid who was more or less a mixed clone- sibling- something, of the two of them...

Logan had done what he could throughout the years, trying to find his identity, his past, his lost loves...

Sadly, that past was full of hurting, hurting of him, hurting of others, and somehow, someway, Sabretooth always seemed to be nearby. Watching. Waiting. Pouncing. One of the few people anything like him, and the guy's a full-on nut-case.

Just peachy.

But he at least did his best to do good. Creed, he couldn't say that, could he?

But apparently this new bad wasn't his fault.

It wasn't his, either.

Who woulda thought the sickos who ran Weapon X would have made a kid?

Who would have thought that kid would have had parts of both their DNA, making them a clone of sorts, if not their own sibling.

The two can't stand knowing they have a mini other running about, one who has every flaw and nature that they have. Who is only a cub, a pup, nothing more than a kit trying to survive in a world too hateful to love 'em...

Course, they plan to fix that.

If they could just keep the kid away from the other feral-

"Back off, Creed!" Wolverine growls, unsheathing his claws as he faces off against the larger feral, who only growls back.

"Stay outta the way, runt. They're just as much my sibling as yours," he purr-growls, slowly moving in.

The two of them know Reader is watching them from their hiding place in the trees, eyeing them carefully.

This battle isn't about lost brotherhood or vengeance. This is about custody rights to the newest feral, THEIR own flesh and blood.

The moment their claws cross, the kit is scrambling through the high-up branches, looking for a way to avoid them as they tussle across the icy dirt, rocks and pine needles scattering in their wake. Sabretooth winds up on top, his knee pressed into his younger brother's ribs, the weight causing them to creak.

"Get off!" Logan hisses, struggling under the force, only to be met with a tut.

"Now now, Jimmy... That's no way ta talk ta yer older brother... Now, calm down. 'M not gonna keep the cub away from ya. But... I think ya might need ta take a small nap. Yer as grouchy as a pup without their milk," purrs Victor, and in a quick motion, stabs a large dart into Wolverine's neck, waiting until the smaller mutant falls unconscious.

"'Kay, kit, it's yer turn! Now, ya can come out and take it easy... Or ya can play hard, and take a long nap like the runt over here..." he calls out, slowly pulling himself up and dusting off the snow that's covered him.

When they don't respond, he huffs lightly, then lunges onto the nearest tree, clawing his way up, until he finds where Reader hid themself. He grins, glad to know they didn't leave while he and their brother fought...

"Time ta come home, kit..."

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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💕Love Letter WIPs💕

Yandere Brother!Bruce Wayne to sibling!Reader dating Guy Gardner (platonic)

Yandere Bruce Wayne to Unwilling!Biological!Kid!Reader who becomes Deathstroke’s apprentice (platonic)

Yandere Bruce Wayne to Horror!Author!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Step!Dad!Bruce Wayne to Step!Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Connor Kent (romantic)

Yandere Damian Wayne to Jokerized!Twin!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Arkhamverse!Riddler/Edward Nygma (romantic)

Yandere Beast Boy/Garfield Logan (romantic)

Yandere Jason Todd to Horror!Author!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Joker to Horror!Author!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Stalker!Batwoman/Kate Kane (romantic) [TW: self harm]

Yandere Lena Luthor to Fem!Horror!Author!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Talia al Ghul to Damian’s Twin!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Ted Grant (romantic)

Yandere Ted Grant to Biological!Kid!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Inertia/Thaddeus Thawne to Bart’s Civilian!Friend!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Wally West to Hero!Reader (platonic)

Marvel

Yandere Daken/Akihiro to Logan’s Platonic!darling!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Erik Lehnsherr (platonic)

Yandere Mom!Emma Frost to Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Frank Castle (platonic)

Yandere Blob/Fred Dukes (romantic) {angsty}

Yandere Kraven the Hunter to Escaped!Darling!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Brother!Wolverine/Logan Howlett to Surrogate!Sibling!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Toad/Mortimer Toynbee to Villain!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Teacher!Natasha Romanoff to College!Student!Reader

Yandere Peggy Carter (platonic)

Yandere Fanboy!Peter Maximoff to Musician!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Thor Odinson to Child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Sabertooth/Victor Creed (platonic)

Yandere Doctor Doom/Victor von Doom to Unwilling!Child!Reader (platonic)

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF

Yandere Robert Baratheon to Friend!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Cersei Lannister to Baratheon!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Cersei Lannister to Joanna!lookalike!Reader (platonic) COMPLETED/POSTED

Yandere Oberyn Martell to Stark!Reader pt2 (platonic)

Yandere Rhaella Targaryen (romantic)

Yandere Grandpa!Tywin Lannister to Joanna!lookalike!Reader (platonic)

House of the Dragon/Fire and Blood

Yandere Alicent Hightower to Viserys’!Sickly!Brother!Reader (romantic) COMPLETED/POSTED

Yandere Aegon II Targaryen to Septa!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Daemon to his and Rhea’s child!Reader (platonic)

Yandere Helaena Targaryen to Handmaiden!Reader (romantic)

Yandere Maegor the Cruel (romantic)

Other

Yandere Severus Snape to Lily!lookalike!Reader (platonic) [Harry Potter]

Yandere Draco Malfoy to Hufflepuff!Reader (romantic) [Harry Potter]

Yandere Brother!Regulus Black to thirdborn!sibling!Reader (platonic) [HarryPotter/Marauders Era]

Yandere Mariano Guzman to Madrigal!Reader (romantic) [Encanto]

Yandere Klaus Mikaelson to Escaped!Reader (romantic) [The Orginials]

Yandere Bela Dimitrescu (romantic) [Resident Evil]

Yandere Stalker!Donatello (romantic) [TMNT]

Yandere Galadriel to Human!Reader (romantic) [Lord of the Rings]

(+some anime love letters from my sideblog)

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Yandere Sabertooth and Child reader who's ability is to transform into animals and talk to them

Now, I had thought of that power before! I'm glad someone else gets it! May I call you Fauna Anon? Let's see what we can do for you:

Sabretooth was many things.

A villain, a beast, an animal given human skin. A menace and a murderer.

What he wasn't was a babysitter.

At his feet is a kid, maybe a toddler, or maybe five? who's talking to a bird, which keeps staring at him then back to the child. It caws loudly, flapping its wings, earning a shrill caw from the tiny tot. What surprises him is when the tot turns into a bird themself, a baby bird with downy feathers and small, shiny eyes.

His surprise only grows when the bird, a large crow, snatches them up and goes to take off.

"Oh, no ya don't, ya feathered devil," he growls, clawing at the bird. It swiftly dodges him, letting out an indignant cry. Inky feathers shoot by as it tries to make its grand escape, the kid (baby bird now?) clutched fiercely in its talons.

"Caaaaaw!" chirps the ball of feathers, happy and oblivious it is being kidnapped.

"Get yer own d*mn kid! That one's mine!" Sabretooth snarls, finally leaping up- snatching the birds- and landing back down to the ground below. "I'll be taking that," he says smugly, prying the kid from the crow, then letting the large bird fly off. He looks down at the little bundle of fluff in his hands, ready to chew them out for letting themself get kidnapped-

Except the kid (who was bird) is now a kitten.

And his thoughts come to a complete halt.

So cute...

So tiny...

He pokes it gently, earning a small lick.

It's...

HIS.

The kitten soon changes back into a kid, who excitedly hugs him.

"Yay! That was fun! You're really good at tag!"

"Oh, am I?"

"Yeah-huh! But Mrs. Crow cursed you and your forefathers tenfold, saying she hopes you fall to a bear and become a feast for her and the other crows."

"... Aaaaand that's enough nature for you," he sighs tiredly, picking up the cheerful tot and stalking back through the woods.

He can't believe he had to fight a bird for custody of HIS kid. What is the world coming to?

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Heeeee look anyway I don't know much about marvel but anyone would be fine 🥹

I love reading your stories sm

Oooooo, it's time, @danni1323! Are you ready...?

(Warning: Read the bingo card... This is the ❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU, so expect panicked Reader, dark scenarios, and guilty platonic yans... Viewer discretion is advised...)

This was the about the seventyeth time they had tried to escape. It had gone well at first, as they'd made it as far as the edge of the facility grounds lake... Until one of their old mentors had caught up to them.

The struggle had been fierce, with Reader trying to bite through the hands that caught them, scratching and hissing like a wounded cat, yet it was all for naught. The older mutant, Sabretooth, had pinned them, and had actually handcuffed their wrists together.

Suffice to say, Reader made their fear known.

"Let me go!"

"Cub, this is tha seventy-eighth time you've tried ta run from us. I don't want ta do this, but ya aren't listening. You don't have ta run. We'll take care of ya. I know we've failed ya in tha past, I know that. But ya aren't leavin' us again. I promise ya we won't hurt ya ever again. Ya have my word," sighs the larger feral, Sabretooth, who then starts to walk back towards where the facility is. Reader tries to tug their hand back, but they're only tugged forward, forced into walking with him unless they want to lose their balance.

"Kid, cub, please stop fightin' this. Yer only gonna hurt yerself by struggling."

"No!"

The feral let's out a small groan, but stops for a moment. He looks down at Reader, his eyes picking them apart... A new glint seems to form in them, then in a steady twist he hauls Reader up into his arms, soon holding them in a bridal carry.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Reader can't hide the panic or fear in their voice, nor stop trying to get down, all of which is met by a hand rubbing their back, while their handcuffed one helps hold Reader up, pressing them against their old mentor's chest.

"I'm keepin' ya from hurtin' yerself. I can't trust ya ta walk the rest of tha way, and I'm not goin' ta risk havin' ya bite yer hand off just ta get away from us. It's okay that ya don't trust us, that ya don't trust me. But I won't let ya hurt yerself er get yerself sick with worry er bein' out in tha cold. Now, just relax, 'kay, cub? I'll take care of everything," their captor rumbles, who then continues, carrying Reader the entire way back, petting them and making small promises. They're greeted by their other mentor, Wolverine, who only let's out a soft sigh and let's them in.

Reader could have lived with being stuck in their designated "room" for a bit, or being left to sleep as punishment. What they didn't expect was for the two ferals to bring them deeper into the facility, through the corridors and halls, until they reached a room that smelled of antiseptic and medicine. Reader couldn't help but let out a small, almost inaudible whine when they were brought in. The room looked a bit like a doctor's, with a large chair-bed-recliner thing, bright lighting, a table and cabinets with a sink, and various charts and graphs along one wall. They're less pleased when the one holding them sets them down on the chair/bed, humming softly.

"W-what are you doing?" Reader asks, voice wavering. They give a small tug to the handcuffs, but it does nothing. "W-what's going on?"

"Don't worry, cub. We know ya've been strugglin' with seein' us again, of bein' back here again. It's rough, we know. But nothin's been workin', nothin' we say or do or try helps ya any, er makes ya feel better. It's hurtin' ya, cub, and we can't let ya keep hurtin'. Just take a deep breath and lean back, 'kay? We need ta get ya settled before we can begin."

Reader feels their hear skip a beat, freezing up. Their breathing picks up speed, their eyes darting around as they try to find an escape, a way out-

Firm hands push them down, even as they start to struggle, scratching along the soft cushioning and the wrist that is cuffed. They're only held still, and soon they feel something thick wrap around their hand. A thick, padded strap, tying their other wrist down to the chair/bed they're on. A shrill scream escapes them, a wailing cry of total terror and panic. The two older ferals try to calm them down, but are met with harsh wrenching and struggling. Sabretooth trys to shush them, voice soft and pleading, while Wolverine takes another strap and wraps it around Reader's chest, limiting their struggling even more.

"Shhhh, shhhh, I know, cub, I know. It's all scary, but this is fer yer own good. We need ta keep ya still while we give ya yer medicine. Shhhhh. It'll only take a minute. We know, we know, it doesn't make sense to ya, but it will, okay? Just try ta take a few deep breaths, 'kay, cub?"

The two take that time to wrap thick padded cuffs around Reader's ankles, then moving up and strapping another around their stomach. Sabreooth slowly unlocked the handcuffs,, removing the metal bindings around both their wrists, soon replacing it with a soft, plush one, tying it down and rubbing his thumb across Reader's knuckles. When Reader tried to bite, wailing louder and crying, a pair of hands holds their head still, while another pair straps their neck down.

"Shhhh... We did the hard part, 'kay, cub? It's over. All we have ta do now is give ya yer medicine. That doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

A choked sob breaks free from Reader, and they feel a large hand wrap around their smaller one. They can hear shuffling, soon followed by the sharp scent of a drug. They feel their heart pounding in their chest, the weight of the strap only making it worse. They can't see either of their old mentors, but they can hear them and smell them, only adding to their paranoia.

"Okay, cub, we're all ready. Yer gonna feel a small pinch, and then yer gonna start ta feel a little sleepy. 'Kay?" Reader tries to say something, but only manages to hiccup, tears rolling down their cheeks. The hand holding their's tightens, rubbing and squeezing, burning hot against Reader's chilled skin. A sharp cold touches their upper arm, and Reader tries to jerk away, but the straps hold firm.

Then a sharp prick is felt, and the needle slips in.

A tingling, cool liquid enters, and one of them starts to count down.

"Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... And one."

The needle pulls out, and a small pat is given to their arm. Reader tries to force themself to stay panicked, to keep their terror and fear in their mind, but the drug slowly works it way in, numbing their thoughts up. They can feel their breaths gradually slowing, their heartbeats softening, their emotions slowly calming down. "Wh't... wh' d'd y' gi' m'...?" they mumble, their words slurring thickly together. Their muscles have relaxed, and keep doing so, furthering the spread of the sedative. Their face feels wet, and they feel tired. A yawn pushes past their lips, then they feel their eyes start to shut. They try to push them open, but only manage a small flutter before they fall close again. They feel all tired and doze-y... Their thoughts are foggy and cloudy and soft... Heh. All soft like a blanket.... or cloud... or a nice fur. Heeeeh. They like being all soft and cuddly. A small chuckle leaves them, and then they feel themself pulled softly under, falling into a quiet, gentle sleep.

"Look at ya, cub... Ya already feel better, don't'cha? Just take a nap, little one. Yer papa's here." He runs his hand through his cub's hair, marveling at how peaceful they are when asleep. His brother chuckles a little, a grin peeking through.

Their cub is so cute.

They deserve ta feel good. Ta feel loved. Ta feel calm an' happy an' safe.

Maybe they had ta use... harsher methods... but it worked, didn't it? Their kid is finally gettin' the rest they need, feeling' completely at peace an' unable ta feel scared er frightened.

It's worth it, isn't it?

"Sleep tight, cub. We love ya."

They patiently undo the straps, careful as they release Reader from their bindings. Once they're free, Victor picks them up, settling them against him. The two already alerted the Professor and the other adults about what they'd done, how Reader was feeling better. After all, it was their idea, wasn't it? And look how well it worked out. They take their cub back to the room they'd put together for them, and settle them into the blankets and sheets. One of them decides to stay with them, letting their brother go back to help their cub's siblings and let them know how it went. His arms are wrapped around them, keeping them pulled into his embrace. Their soft breaths fill the air, their scent that of a calm and snow and honey. It brings a smile to his face.

His cub sure is sweet, even after all these years. Sure, they had ta help them a bit, but it finally made them feel better, right? So why worry about it more than that? He knows they'll wake up, an' they'll have ta try again ta earn their trust, their acceptance... But maybe addin' a small bit of medicine ta their food will help them, yeah? At least make them sleepy er relaxed enough so they won't run away again. So they an' their group can try to rebuild their bonds with Reader.

Heh.

It sounds like a plan.

"I love ya, cub..."

And with that, he pulls them closer, snuggling his sleeping child and joining then in their peaceful dreams...

(Note: Sabretooth and Wolverine are brothers and platonic, okay? They just decide to both parent and be dads for Reader. Sabretooth's dialogue is in black and Wolverine's dialogue is in orange. I left it up to you decide which one cuddles with Reader/you at the end😊 Did you enjoy the fic? Please, let me know! And feel free to make art for this part of the ❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU if you want, okay, @danni1323? You and everyone else can make art for this and the rest of the ❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU and Multiverse, if y'all want to😊💛)

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU... Part One:

(WARNING: Depictions and mentions of abuse, neglect, physical harm, self-harm, depictions and mentions of wounds and blood, self-harm ideation/actions, and Reader at one point is thought to be dead/almost dies. Viewers discretion is advised...) (Side note: Wolverine and Sabretooth are brothers, and their relationship is platonic, and Kurt, Kitty, Fred, Lance, and Todd join the X-Men/Brotherhood after the X-Men/Brotherhood lose Reader and have changed)

• They weren't always the way they are now. There had been a time when they were hopeful, happy, cheerful... Or maybe it was obvliousness, their subconscious the only part of them to understand that something was wrong.

• You can't remember much of anything past the age of five, but you remember some parts of your childhood. It was spent with a mutant group, ones who had taken in or had others like yourself, who were honed to be soldiers. To be unstoppable weapons. You thought they were good for the longest time. Too long, to be honest. You weren't smart back then the way you were now. You didn't understand jokes or sarcasm or much beyond facts in a book. You didn't really understand that the others, the kids and the adults, didn't like you. That they thought you were annoying. Useless. Simple. Someone not worth the effort. Someone unworthy of being with them. Someone unlovable.

• When training, you tried your best, but you weren't naturally aggressive in the way they said you should be. That for a feral mutant, you weren't much of one. You tried to be quick, tried to be kind, tried to go along with what they told you to do, who they wanted you to be. But you just... weren't that. You weren't ruthless, weren't violent, you cried when you killed a moth by accident, what was to be expected? But you still, somehow, did well enough to be allowed to stay. To not disappear. Or maybe they just couldn't be bothered to do anything about you, one way or the other.

• The kids thought you were weird. You looked weird, acted weird, talked weird. They thought you weren't bright. They certainly made jokes at your expense, you knew that, you simply couldn't understand the jokes and sarcasm they used. It hurt. It hurt, bad enough that you grew quieter, more sullen and downtrodden. You weren't as happy or talkative as you once were...

• It came to a head when you caught the ire, the hatred, of your two "mentors"... Two of the three adults ferals, the ones you heard whispers of late at night, talking about how you might be related to them, perhaps a clone... You weren't sure what you did, just that when they found you that day, you were dragged off into a lone room, given no explanation or warning. Their faces were filled with a blind rage, a freezing wrath, and the next thing you know you're being yelled at. Loud, furious roars, a tight, bruising grip on your arm, and no way out... And suddenly-

• SLASH!

• A searing pain filled your senses, and you're crying, trying to hold a hand to the wounds on your face, hoping to stop the pain, the hurt, the redredredred- They order you to stop crying, to stop wailing, or they'll give you a reason to. And so you cover your mouth as best you can, sucking in sharp breath after sharp breath, blinded by the blood dripping down your face. It stains the floor, once clean, a filthy, ugly crimson, garnet-colored ichor growing into a small puddle. They huff, but go to leave, only telling you to clean yourself up. And then they're gone, and you're on your own, and nothing is right anymore.

• Over the next two weeks, you keep your head down and stay out of everyone's way. No more talking than needed, no direct eye contact, and no being around anyone for longer than you're required. You weren't blind to it anymore, were you? That you weren't safe. That you weren't cared about. That you were alone. And with that realization, you grew to dread being near them, near the other kids and the adults and anyone else who was around. But... you had the beginnings of an idea. One that could end your suffering... It would be risky, but... At this point, you'd rather risk the threat of death than stay another day.

• It's at night when you make your move. It's quiet, dark, chilly. You aren't dressed for the weather, and you aren't prepared for whatever is out there. All you have are the clothes on your back and the boots on your feet. You make it mostly all the way, out of the compound, facility, whatever they called the place yo- they, lived in. There's snow out, thick sheets coating the ground and flakes of it dancing down from the sky. It's beautiful... You wished you could have enjoyed it, but there wasn't time to do so. You made your way from the field towards the woods, the icy dirt crunching beneath your feet...

• "Wh-? Reader, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

• And then you're running, as swift and fleet as you can, as far away as you can run. Your feet carry you through the frosty woods, stirring up small bits of snow as you race by, the wind howling around you as you flee for your life. Sometimes your feet nearly slide out from under you, having stepped onto an ice patch, but you quickly right yourself and go faster, forcing yourself to keep going no matter what you hear or how much it scares you...

• Until you eventually reach a seething, ice-studded rocky outcropping. The beginnings of a river spill over a ledge, crashing into a foaming, roaring current, twisting away into the wintery night. You're stuck. And then the worst possible thing happens- they find you.

• "Reader. Get back here. NOW."

• You take a step back, pulling your hands closer to your chest. The noise is almost unbearable, being so close to the raging water so close to you. They only take a step closer, an angry, annoyed look on their faces... "Get over here. NOW. Or you're going to be in even worse trouble." A whine hums in your throat, a pathetic sound. You take another step back, and feel a subtle shift in the rock beneath you. "That's it, I SAID-!"

• CRACK!

• The ground beneath you breaks, sending you tumbling down into the rocks and water below with only a scream as your last words. And soon, all you know is the icy touch of water filling your lungs and the sting of rocks on your skin...

• You weren't sure how you initially woke up... You weren't sure you were even alive... But with a weak, gurgling gasp, you cough up the water sitting in your lungs, gagging into the dirt as you try to hold yourself up. When you eventually finish with one last rasping breath, you crack open your eyes, looking around you. You're by the river, lying in the dirt and rocks and silt of its shore, which is surrounded by endless snow-capped trees and endless sky. And somehow... You feel a small pang of hope. You made it, after all. You weren't dead. You were... free. Of course... now you had to actually get to where people were. Find food. Maybe drink some of the water from the river...

• You weren't quite sure how long you had stayed in the wilderness, scrounging up small, half-starved animals and barely surviving the few times you tried to take on larger prey. Having your cheek ripped open by an antler and having a bear bite through your arm weren't fun experiences, but you had learned that while you could hunt some prey, the larger, more filling prey wasn't what you could go after. You'd learned plenty of things from your time alone in the wild, but your loneliness still grew. It was always festering under the surface. You were glad once you stumbled into a small town, dragging yourself through an alley to spy on the normal going-ons of humans. You hadn't really seen or met a human since before you were five, and you only had the hatred of the X-Men/Brotherhood to explain them. Which led to your decision to scout the woods around the sleepy town, to find a way to read them before you met anyone. And what a thing you found: A small, dusty yet cozy abandoned cabin, just right for you to move into.

• And so that was how your first year was spent, foraging bones and rocks from the forest and hunting animals, selling their pelts or even the whole bit of prey to make a living. You came up with a small story for any townsfolk who asked about you, saying you had an ill family parent to take care of and a relative who visited from time to time to make sure your schooling got done (it was all a lie. You had to say something, and saying you were a mutant child who escaped a dangerous group of bigger, meaner mutants was a no-go). They more or less bought it. They didn't press for any information after that besides occasionally asking if the fake family members were okay. All in all, you had been doing... alright...

• You didn't reveal anything beneath the surface of your skin. You didn't talk about your nightmares, of being back with them, of being hurt, of being laughed at, of being killed- You didn't mention how you got hurt when you hunted, how you sometimes used your own claws to do the hurting for you, slicing them through your skin until blood ran like water- You couldn't bring yourself to deal with your panic attacks, your paranoia and inner turmoil, the fact it hurt to think-

• Yet it didn't last more than three years...

• You weren't sure how they found you. You weren't sure if it was an accident, or if they knew you were alive the entire time, or if someone tipped them off. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter, because they'd stumbled on the little town and had found you within a few days. Seeing them for the first time in so long... You only felt a rising, bubbling feeling of blind fear. It didn't matter if their faces went all weird and soft, or that they tried to get near you, you didn't care- You ran, you bolted, running deep into the woods and not looking back for a second. It didn't matter what you left behind! You had to move, you had to run, you had to fleefleeflee-!

• It shouldn't have surprised you when something thunked into the earth next to you, thin and sharp and leaving an odd smell behind. It shouldn't have surprised you when your old mentors managed to find you, their eyes dark with something that wasn't hate or malice... But you didn't think it would be any better. You know a few of the others, older now than when you last saw them, are close by. You keep your claws out, your face set into a fearful snarl, ready to flee or bite or scram at a moment's notice.

• "Oh, cub... What did we do ta ya?" You do your best to keep an eye on both of them, which proves difficult. They're on either side of the small clearing, each watching you with sharp, unwavering eyes. It doesn't help that when you try to move further away, as far as you can from them, they only move towards that side, keeping themselves in your way of escaping. Their scents are off, something dark and deep and somber, not their old usual fury and annoyance. Their claws aren't out, either... It's strange, for people who want you dead... (Right? They want you dead, to kill you, right?) "Shhh... Cub... I know a lot has happened... I know yer scared, an' yer hurtin', an' I know it's our fault. I know nothin' we do er say can make up fer it... But... please... please give us a chance ta help ya. Please... all we want is ta help ya. All we want is ta give ya what we should've from the beginnin'..." Your eyes dart between them fearfully, a soft whine building in your throat. This is worse than your nightmares. This is your nightmares come to take you back. And you can't have that.

• You try to dart out of the clearing, trying to dodge past the hands that go to grab you-

• But large, warm hands grab the back of your shirt, tugging you back into an iron grip. "Cub, calm down, please! We promise ya we aren't gonna hurt ya! Yer safe, yer okay, yer not gonna be hurt-" You don't pay it any heed, kicking and scratching and biting at what you can, doing everything in your power to break free from the arms keeping you captive. It does nothing. All that happens is the arms tightening and a flurry of panicked words filling the air. "Kid, cub-! Just, calm down fer one minute! We can talk this out-! Please, ya gotta stop fightin' us, ya gotta stop fightin' me! I know yer scared, I know, just, please-!" It doesn't matter what either man says, as all it earns from you is a fearful scream as you struggle harder. The scents around you are rife with sorrow, salty and cold and damp like earth after rain. You hear a wounded noise come from them, but you don't stop your attempt to escape the hold on you. A long, hurt sigh whooshes out, followed by the hold on you pinning you further.

• "I'm so sorry, cub... But we can't let ya keep goin' on like this. Yer hurtin' yerself. And we just can't let that happen."

• And just like that... something presses into your flesh, a sharp sting, which is gone just as quick. A hiss escapes you, your hands suddenly clawing so you can feel at where you were stung. "Shhh... don't worry, cub... It's justa small sedative... It won't hurt ya, all it's gonna do is make ya all sleepy an' tired..." Your eyes widen, then with a small shriek you try to tug yourself away. You can already feel the drug seeping in, a buzz at your skin and thoughts. The more you struggle, the more your thoughts cloud up, earning more movement from you as you do your best to snap out of it. Something akin to a sob breaks loose from you as your tugs and scratching grows weaker, the drug nestling into your system and numbing your limbs. Your mind keeps growing more muddled, thick and soft and syrupy... A hiccup pushes past your lips, being met by a hand patting lightly at your hair. It's weight feels good, the warmth sending you deeper into your tired state. When you try to speak, the words leave you, turning into a sleepy mumble, your body slumping into the hold around you. Everything feels quiet... barely there... So soft... So calm... Hardly any thought stays inside you as your breaths soften, the fear and fight leaving you as you stumble into unconsciousness...

• "Good cub... Just go ta sleep... We'll help ya feel better, that's it..."

• They're careful, one of them holdin' their kid while the other alerts the others, letting them know they have Reader with them and that they had to use a sedative to calm 'em down. It feels so surreal, seein' their once bright kid so... tired. So scared. So hurt. Bein' near 'em, even tha other teens, scared them enough that they were runnin' inta freezin' weather, all ta stay away from 'em. But... They can't let 'em go. Not again. The last time they let 'em go, they thought they died (maybe they actually did, and only came back due to their small healing factor...). They hurt them, they terrified them, they were tha reason they were afraid, the reason they were hurtin'. And now the kid was hurting themself. Was causing themself pain, with no one ta stop them er help them er let 'em know they'd be alright. They'd be d*mned if they let it continue. They'd be worse than dead if they left 'em ta wilt away on their own, ta slip off inta the blinding snow once more... They might have ta keep them calm, make it so they're relaxed enough so they can help them... But they'll do anything, just ta keep them alive. Ta make them feel loved. Ta be their family. And this time, they're gonna do it right...

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For the ❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU, the older ferals had a large room renovated into a special room for them. And it looks like a giant cat room.

Literally.

The floor is covered in blankets and pillows, heating pads under the plush carpeting in case it is really cold. There are smaller rooms/huts inside, like those made for cats, with fluffy floors and a rounded dome to cocoon it. Scratching dummies and posts, and bridges spanning the walls and above the floor, cat-condo-like structures all over the place, one in the center, one in each corner of the room, full of small rooms with padded walls and platforms with soft rugs, even hammocks large enough and strong enough to hold all of them. There are plenty of plushies too, for the younger ferals, when they can't immediately have the adults with them. (They missed/miss Reader, and having plushies made/make them feel better, just a tiny bit, so they could/can hug something and pretend it was/is Reader, and that they could be around them again).

Have the adults ferals sometimes put the younger ones into their instincts or drugged them before, so they could cuddle them and take care of them completely without any fuss or crying due to guilt or doubts? Yes. Have all of the ferals fallen into their instincts and spent that time acting like pack animals or littermates, snuggling together and grooming each other and napping in one snoozy dogpile? Also yes.

Logan/Wolverine and Victor/Sabretooth did everything they could to become better, so they wouldn't fail the other kids, especially their remaining cubs/pups/kits. They knew they would never stop having nightmares for what they'd done, and the guilt would never leave, but they would do their best to help the remaining kids, and take care of them they way they should have from the start. So did all the other adults, too.

When Reader is found and brought back, they have plans to get them to relax in this room, and if needed, they can get Hank/Beast to help trigger each feral's instincts, or they can sedate Reader, too, maybe both, so they can all try to work on building up trust and rebuilding their relationships. All they have to do is take it steady and slow, and be patient. Be loving. Be gentle. This is what they've wanted to do since that awful night, and now that they have that chance to right their wrongs, they aren't about to turn it down...

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Yandere Wolverine and Sabertooth with fem teen reader who tries to reject their powers (same powers as wolverine and sabertooth) and tries to avoid them, wanting to be a normal kid?

(Sorry if this is confusing, ignore if you want. Have a good day/night!)

Oh yes, that's it! Good job, anon! (But I only write gender-neutral Reader). Should I call you Feral Anon? Anyways, yeah, they wouldn't leave alone a Reader who is just like them (as they can't leave each other alone because they're the only other mutant who matches their feral instincts and rages). The idea of a Reader who won't even try any of it, that makes then curious, if not concerned. So they want to take them on, be their mentor (if not their dad). Let's try it:

You were a mutant.

The problem was you were a feral mutant.

Feeling urges to hunt, to hurt those who hurt you, to run wild and free and never stop, to assert your dominance and submit when faced with someone you trusted-

It was too much.

You did your best to push it down, shoving it deep inside where it couldn't surface, where it couldn't hurt anyone. But moments like this really test you-

"Kid, ya need ta feel yer emotions. Ya shouldn't bottle 'em up. It'll hurt ya, kid," advises a mutant, a feral one who calls himself Logan. He says he's with a group of mutant peace keepers called the X-Men, and that they wanted to help you. The problem is, you didn't want to be helped.

"I'm fine," you reply, curt and to the point.

Maybe you're not as fine as you say you are, but you're not about let him know that.

"Kid, yer lying. I can smell it on ya. Why're ya so adamant about this?" he sighs, huffing lightly. He seemed nice enough, but still-

"It's none of your concern. I'll be fine," you push, and he drops it for the time being.

Wolverine wasn't your only problem.

So was another feral.

Sabretooth.

"C'mon, kid! Don't ya want ta let loose? Let yer rage take over? It'll make ya feel better," he says, chasing after you. You'd made the mistake of being on your own, and now were running from a feral mutant more intimidating than Logan.

"No!"

"Why are ya so stubborn?! Ya feel it too, don'tcha?! The rage, the fire, that bloodlust!" yells the larger mutant. He growls, but stops talking, going back to a silent pursuit.

These situations happened a lot. Not that you wanted them to, but they did.

What drove you crazy was the fact they DIDN'T STOP.

Not once.

Sometimes you took to sleeping in your closet just so you could feel safer, less watched. But you just knew that it was delaying the inevitable.

After all, if they were like you... They didn't like taking "no" for an answer... And after being rejected so many times... You think they've about hit their limit...

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Yandere Sabertooth and pre teen reader with a cat tail and cat ears and cat senses

Ooooo, yes! My favorite X-Men villain! And cats! One of my favorite creatures! This will be good. (Should I call you Sabretooth Anon? Or Tiger Anon? What would you like to be called?) Let's see what I can do for you:

He'd lived a long life. A rough life. Survived bloody war after war, committed atrocity after atrocity, torn and gutted and destroyed anything in his way-

He wasn't sure how he ended up with some cat child.

Specifically, one who wouldn't leave.

They were like a... a Neko, or gajinka, or some animal-hybrid thing. Cat ears on their head, cat tail swaying behind them, and purring when happy and hissing when mad. It's like the higher powers of the universe decided to condense everything that was cat and bundled it into the form of this child.

They trailed after him, asking questions and trying to rub their head against him, chatting about anything they can think of. It's annoying at first, but he gets used to it.

Then they start leaving gifts for him.

A leaf they found. Some coins. A fish they caught.

He begrudgingly accepts them, if only so they'll stop leaving more surprises.

He finds out he's attached when Magneto thinks of getting rid of them.

"No. They're not going anywhere," he growls, glaring evenly at the magentic mutant. He's not even sure why he'd think of sending them away.

"Sabretooth, they are of no use to us here. It would be best to send them elsewhere, where they won't be underfoot," presses the old mutant. From the way the metal table is creaking, he's started to get annoyed. That's too bad for him.

"And I say they should stay. They're not a problem. Are they? The kid doesn't mess with anything, and they keep quiet. That's more than you can say 'bout yer brats," Sabretooth purrs, huffing lightly when he sees his boss' eye twitch. Good. It's been too long since he properly got the old iron ore properly riled.

"Why are you so stuck on them staying? Is the mighty Sabretooth attached to them?" Magneto grinds out. And suddenly he's not feeling so pleased.

"And...? They need someone to watch them, and I doubt you want a stray kitten turning to, oh... Xavier," he says, feigning thinking it over. When he sees the other man's shoulders stiffen, he knows he's made his point.

"... Keep them out of trouble, Creed."

"Of course, Boss." He knows he has a smug grin on his face, but-

Who cares one whisker about it?

He gets to keep his kitten.

And he sure as h*ll wasn't going to give them up just because the old magnet couldn't understand their value.

Look, the kitten made him...

Happy.

Calm.

Full of purring and rumbling chirps, instead of angry growls and hissing fury.

So if that means they're not ever leaving him...

So be it.

"Hey, kitten, want to go hunt some dinner?"

"Yes!"

He's happy and the kit's happy, and if someone even tries to ruin that happiness, he'll gut them, and see how smug they are when they wind up dinner for the buzzards.

"Let's go, kitten!"

When he's greeted with a thrilled chirp and a fluffy tail curling, he can't help but give a softer grin.

Yep, that's HIS kitten...

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EEEEEHEHEHEHE, watch me whip this out in one go 👨‍🦯

Whether reader had been the child/clone of Wolverine or Sabertooth, whichever of them it is wouldn't make a very impactful difference in how the take over plays out... but of course they would both take things very differently, and it would change the shear angle and depth of the pain it causes, and the manner they deal with it in, they have always been two sides of the same coin.

If reader was Logan's kid, it crushes him, the weight of him failing to protect the kids was nearly too much in the first place, but realizing that reader, someone they'd all thought didn't have any family (outside the xmen), was his? A very important part of him breaks, and when he learns how reader felt? There's isn't any hesitation when he crosses the line to the point where he can't return to who he was before he lost them.

Viktor is similar to an extent, except where Logan does all of it in the hopes the end result, this newfound peace might will justify their actions, Viktor DOESN'T believe that. He wants BLOOD, and he'll get it because no one thinks he's wrong, especially not his brother, he's lost someone so important, that none of what he has to do to make the future a place where this kind of thing never happens, there are no consequences strong enough to steer him from the path he takes.

AAH This is so fun! Is there one of the moms you wanna hear about first?

🐑 Anon

Oh wow... That is a good observation and point you made, them being two sides of the same coin, 🐑 Anon... And no, it wouldn't be an impactful change towards the take over, but where those two might have either been quick with death or a little more lenient... All of that is gone. If anything, they're cruel with any punishment towards enemies. They have no chance to atone, or to try to find Fury. Once they've crossed a line, that's it. There is no out, and there is no escape...

Logan wasn't sure why what happened had to happen. He wasn't sure why they'd had to lose four of his their kids. It had happened quick, too quick, for him to stop or for anyone to interfere. He still believes if they were only a second faster or a moment ahead... that maybe they'd still be there. (He knows it's not true; that what happened was deliberate, specifically set up so there was no way to save them).

It felt worse, somehow, knowing that besides losing two of his students kids, he lost his own flesh and blood as well.

No one had known Reader had any family. Not outside of them, anyway. The sort of pain he feels, knowing they'd been family, his blood... It sends shivers of ice running down and bubbling acid shooting up inside him. He'd had them that close. Right in his reach. And he'd never picked up on their blood ties. Neither did Reader.

They should have been his from the start. His child, his pup, his to take care of and love and protect. He'd never be able to do that now. They'd never have what they wanted, no, needed: Family.

They'd had them, yes... But... it wasn't entirely what they wanted, was it?

And they never pushed for much more than what they'd been given, never overstepped their boundaries...

He wishes that they had.

Reading over the notes they left behind, hidden carefully in their room, reveals a lot of things they didn't know about Reader. A lot of things he didn't know about Reader. How lonely they were. That they wanted to have deeper relationships with them, with him, but felt guilty for wanting it. The shame that ate at them, for wanting more than what they had. It even depicts smaller notes, gift ideas and surprises and plans for how to make them all happy. How to make them feel loved. They even have drawings tucked away of all of them... All of this only tears him apart further and makes his instincts snarl for justice. Vengeance. (For their forgiveness). To right the wrong done to them, done to him, done to their kids...

It doesn't take him long to reach the conclusion on what needs to be done.

Further still, it doesn't take him much effort to eviscerate the b*stards who'd done this to his kids... To their family. To his family. Even when he's painted in thick coats of sticky red he doesn't stop, doesn't feel remorse or guilt for what he's done. Why should he? His kids were dead. They'd been taken from their families; they'd been hurt, tortured; they'd had hope dangled in front of them; and then it was snatched away, along with their lives. From the video feed he and the others saw... Reader hadn't had a swift death. It was drawn out. And those monsters... They'd made the other three watch, up until Reader was unresponsive, unable to hold themself up and unable to stay awake...

It never was a choice, the path he and the rest of them took.

If it brought peace, if it helped right any of what happened... Then they had to do it. They couldn't be there for their kids. They couldn't have them back with them, home and safe and recovering and being joked with and taken care of... No. But what they could could was prevent it from happening to anyone else. He took pleasure in avenging them. And looking at the new era it brought around... It isn't perfect, no (it doesn't have them, and if they're not all together, then its not perfect), but... this is as close as it gets. He has to stick around. It's not like he could die, not easily, anyways. His friends need him. His kids need him. And so he stays.

He hopes, somehow, that it truly is worth what they'd done. Because if it's not... He's too far to go back to how he once was.

Victor knew how awful humans were. That a lot of people were awful, with no rhyme or reason. That they destroyed anything good, and would rot whatever was left to the point of being beyond recognization.

They'd crossed a line, taking them.

It didn't matter what he or the other adults of the X-Men or Brotherhood did, to search for them. They didn't find any trails, or traces, or clues as to who took them or why. By the time they had... it was too late.

Seeing the footage sent...

(They're on their knees, there's blood in Reader's hair, their body shakes and their eyes are red with tears there's so such blood so much red the scars laced across them the gouges in their skin the way the knife slits through each layer of flesh until they're choking on red red red- The others are forced to watch, and they're fearful, pale and ashen, crying-)

He can be forgiven for seeing red.

He can be forgiven for gutting the ones who did this to them. To him. To their friends and siblings and parents. His claws and fangs tear through anyone in his way, and the way those little lab rats and soldiers and worthless pigs squeal and flail under everything he gives... It only fuels his bloodlust.

His brother doesn't fight him on this. Nor the X-Nerds or the walking Magnet or any of them. For once they're all in complete agreement (he hates this is what it took for them to all get along). It feels like the old days, of having everything torn from him and having to fight for it, or having to attack to avenge the wrong done to him or his brother. It's wrong what they did to them. To him. These little lab rats... they took something they had no business taking. They touched what wasn't their's. And now they get to reap their reward, be it his claws or the weather witch's snowstorm or his brother's claws or the impaling metal of his boss...

One of the little rats says something. How it wasn't their fault (ha...ha...ha they're going to die slowly for that). That the government had them do it.

And for just a moment, he pauses.

So... it wasn't just a few smaller parasites looking for blood. No, no... it was the entire nest full of them.

In that case... it seems they have another enemy to destroy.

He takes his time, torturing the ones who had the most to do with what happened. To be fair, the others do as well. Yet when all is said and done... He shares with the little leeches a nice bit of information, before he finishes them:

"This isn't just business, ya know. You took something... someone... who didn't belong to you. You took what wasn't yours. Maybe in tha past, this would have been quick; I'm sure ya would have liked that. Heh! No. It wasn't just anyone you took. Ya took our kids. My boss' son... my brother's two whelps... an' Reader?"

His fangs twist upward into a deranged smile at the mention of them.

"They were MY kid."

The utter horror and fear on their faces when he says that. It's a fine wine to him, same as their blood which pools beneath them, same as their tears and screams which echo around with no one to care... Their agony is his one way of relieving some of his own...

He'd had a kid... One he could have raised, could have had pack with... And they were gone before either one of them knew. It's a new kind of pain, one he hasn't felt since with his brother...

Bringing about the new world, it doesn't take much time or much effort. Several people fight back, try to run or hide or kill them. He's glad to break them, be it their mind or body, until they're pliable enough for the Professor and Beast to work with. He doesn't care if the humans live or die. He's willing to keep the peace, sure... But if any of them try anything, try to go after the remaining kids, or the new ones...

Heh.

They're worse than dead when he's done with them.

He wishes they were here, if only so he could apologize. That he wasn't able to protect them. That he wasn't able to stop what happened. That they didn't go peacefully, to their rest...

Yet as long as he's around, something like that won't happen again. It doesn't hurt that those who know about it are too scared to try anything like that again...

(Oooo... I'm not sure. I am curious over both possible moms! They're both awesome! You could try Storm, then Mystique, maybe? Who would you like to start with first, 🐑 Anon?)

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ohh!! Milky Snow au would be so interesting with the complex and conflicting instincts going on. Poor Reader already has it rough...but their Omega guardians treating them like that for so long and then having to deal with them suddenly changing their behavior? Poor thing...

-Night Anon

Yeah, Reader would be going through it, wouldn't they? All of their life, they felt worthless, unlovable, and had the people around them abuse/bully them, reminding them of how much they didn't want them... But then after their "death", they're suddenly acting weird and pretending to care? Reader would be trying so hard to get away, to fight off what urges they have and to remain in control. They don't want to be around these people, the ones who've hurt them so, and they don't want to fall into their instincts around them. They feel like that's the worst thing they could do. The platonic yans would be trying so hard to get Reader to feel special and cared for, but they're only met with fear and struggling. But they'll do what they can to prove how much they care, how much they love their cub...

(Thank you for commenting, Night Anon!)

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In the ❄Milky Snow🍼 AU, an ABO AU for ❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU, Creed!Reader would be more distressed, as right next to their trauma and dislike of the platonic yanderes, they'd be dealing with their instincts, as well as pushing them down and trying to ignore them. It's bad enough they were denied most, if not all, of their childhood, it's bad enough that they had to raise themself after they escaped, it's bad enough to have to deal with their deepest traumas and insecurities and nightmares, but add to that their instincts that scream at them to hide and stay as far as they can from the platonic yans, to keep themself at a distance from every living being, yet have urges, the need for attention and care and love, which they haven't felt in years, if ever... It feels like too much, so it's easier to shove it down and keep it forcefully under than to try to feel what they feel, to put up with anymore issues than they already have.

The moment they're with the platonic yans, they're stuck. They can't leave, as they're always dragged back. They won't eat, as they don't trust them not to poison them or hold feeding them over their head. They only feel fear and panic and the need to run when they even smell the others, let alone when they see them. Their instincts cry for attention, for love, to be wanted and protected and cared for... But they won't willingly accept it from these people, who've only ever shown their hate, their anger, their absolute disrespect for Reader and their feelings. Reader doesn't trust them not to go back to how they used to be, and aren't willing to give them a chance in any form.

The platonic yanderes take problem with this.

They want to take care of Reader, to be friends with them, be family, be pack. But their past actions had consequences, and this is one of them. They won't stop trying to prove their regret, that they've changed, that they only want to love Reader now, instead of hurt them. When Reader keeps running, refusing to eat, and hiding for days, that's when they reach a tipping point. Reader doesn't trust them and won't even stay in the same area as them, and they keep hurting themself, refusing to eat or to stay warm inside or to even talk about their feelings. So, the adults decide to finally step in, and try a new method...

They didn't want to start with this, but... maybe dropping Reader into their instincts, getting them into their pup state-of-mind, would help them. At least they would be easier to keep an eye on, and to take care of. They wouldn't mind dropping themselves into their instincts either, if it meant they all could forget the past and their fears for a moment and just be able to relax, to care for Reader and the other cubs and pups,, and to keep themselves from going insane over the fact that they've caused so much damage (they were already kinda insane). Trying to nurse/feed Reader was already rejected before by Reader, but if they were just... put under... drugged enough to calm down... to let themself be taken care of... the adult ferals could for once take care of them and not be fought over it. They could actually be close to their cub, all of their cubs, and start to rebuild trust, to stitch together what bonds were left, and try and start over...

Reader, if they ended up sedated, would be annoyed as long as they could (until a heavier drug is used, or are dropped into their instincts). They aren't up for "cuddling" or "nursing" or "talking about their emotions". Are these people crazy? They HATE them, don't they? Why keep up the caring act? Except the platonic yans don't stop, and just keep going along with trying to "care" for them... Reader tries to fight it, tries to get away, to stay in charge of their urges...

But the platonic yanderes have plenty of sedatives and drugs to keep them calm and relaxed and soothed, and have enough blankets and hugs and milk to keep their cub/sibling/friend/ward happy. And the moment they actually manage to get Reader under, to have them finally give in... they're still scared, upset, but they're so much more receptive to their care, and they can finally shower them in all the affection and love they can...

(You can bet that Reader in this state is kept in the special room the ferals have that I've previously mentioned, the giant cat room-like room, and you can bet they're being snuggled between their "siblings" and "dads")(Remember, Wolverine and Sabretooth are brothers and platonic, no inc*st, they just decided to both adopt and parent Reader and Laura and Kyle)(Please don't be weird about it)(They also technically adopted the other X-Men and Brotherhood teens, too)(They just have their own special rooms, that aren't the feral room)(They all cuddle and snuggle and get tangled up in a large huggy mess of arms and legs and blankets and pillows and plushies)(Wolverine and Sabretooth are Omegas here, and they want to nurse all of their cubs and pups)(Whether the cubs, pups, and Reader, want it/accept it or not)

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Saber Anon. Kit reader likes to snuggle especially in their sleep

Oh h*ck yeah they do! They're a cuddle buddy. (Not to mention they make little baby animal noises in their sleep). Be they a baby, a toddler, a preteen, a teenager, or even a young adult, you can bet that the platonic yandere feral/s are keeping them around during nap time. How could they peacefully nap without their favorite kit? Especially since they don't try to run or bite them while passed out in the blankets like a tired kitten.

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yandere Laura and Sabertooth and child reader who is a hummingbird mutant

Woo! I like what you're thinking! And those two would have a doozy of a time trying to keep up with a hummingbird mutant Reader.(May I call you Humming Anon?) Let's do it:

They weren't sure how it came down to this. An agreement over something irreplaceable, a threat to break whatever broke it (whether it be each other or an enemy), a promise made with blood to decide honor such an important uptaking...

It was a custody agreement, over a young hummingbird mutant. You.

Laura liked you. You were always happy, chattering a mile a minute, all while sipping on juice and eating graham crackers, not a care in the world. You chose to hang out with her of your own free will. You weren't upset when she got things wrong, or weirded out by her trauma. You accepted her as she was, gently hugging her and distracting her with games and fun. You pulled her into games of tag, races to see who the fastest was, competitions over who could drink the most juice. You always included her, even picked her over others.

It wasn't a surprise to her when she decided she would take up being your sibling.

Victor had heard word of a new type of feral mutant running- well, flying- about. A kid with hummingbird wings and jewel-colored feathers, one who had caught the eye of his brother's child. And what good uncle would he be if he didn't go and see them? (He was curious, and if he could use them as leverage, so be it).

He didn't expect to be greeted by sunshine personified, you, a child with buzzing wings and a penchant for sugar. You'd pulled him into a race, and he followed along (he was trying trying chase you down, see if he could capture you). He lost. HE lost? Well... that's new. When you rewarded him with his own box of orange juice for playing along, he came to the conclusion he had to have you as his. A kid who could outrun him, was nice to him despite his fearsome appearance, and had the interest of Logan's pup?

Count him in.

The two ferals found out rather quickly the other had eyes on you, thus leading to their confrontation. Neither one wanted to lose you, especially to another feral, but then, they came to a standstill.

They could simply... team up? Or at least split custody over you. Why not? Laura could be a kid with you and help tire you out, keeping you filled with sugar, and try to bring her dad in on adopting you... While Victor could teach you how to use your powers, giving you an idea of how to defend yourself, showing you new places and treats, and also driving his brother into a protective frenzy, thus sealing the deal that all four of you were family...

It's a win-win situation.

So with a blood pact made and a deal sworn in secret, the two older ferals decide to give sharing a try. How hard can it be between family after all?

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Sabretooth or wolverine (or both) w/ blind reader? :>

Okay! I'll try my best. Please forgive me if I get anything wrong. Do you mind if I do headcanons for this one? Thank you for offering this idea up:

• Wolverine with a blind Reader would be described in one word: Overprotective

• He'd always be worrying about them, watching them and staying alert in case they needed help or were in trouble

• He would try to let you be independent, but only to a certain degree. He wouldn't want to discourage you, and he isn't going to try to limit you anymore than being vision impaired has done

• Would never make fun of you. If you're okay with it, he'll make jokes about being blind as a bat, or jokes about people who can see but obviously can't see what's in front of them. The guy just wants to make them smile, make them laugh, just wants to make them feel welcome

• Will sometimes stay up late just to keep you company and to secretly help you if something were to happen. He makes sure everyone keeps the Institute clean, so as not to make it harder for you to get around. Want a cool walking stick or cane? The guy will whittle you one and design it with your favorite animal, making a little bust of it at the top and etches in the wood so you can see it with your sense of touch

• If anyone picks on you for your disability, he will gladly kick their *ss. No questions asked

• If Reader has a mutation that helps them sense their way around the environment, Logan will do everything he can to help hone your skills to the point you are a master of it

• The worst he would do is possibly put you on house arrest, if not room arrest, if you tried to run away. He worries, worries to the extremes, and if his fears come true and you were to get hurt or kidnapped or tried to leave him, leave the X-Men... he will make it so you cant leave. Not without him. Not without them

• 7/10, he tries, he cares and will not tolerate abuse or neglect towards you, but the moment he feels you're in danger, he's keeping you in the Insitute where he and the others can keep an eye on you and help you 24/7

• Sabretooth with a blind Reader would be put of his depth

• He is around someone who can't see him or anything around them, yet they can still get around on their own. The man is confused

• He gets over it when Reader uses their walking stick as a weapon, alongside their mutation (something like echolocation, or super senses, or maybe the ability to see auras, or some blind/vision-impaired animal). And he realizes there is more to them than what he initially thought

• When Reader sees past the many, many traumatized and vicious layers of him, he finds himself growing attached. Someone who can't see and they see him not as a monster or animal, but someone worth seeing, and worth helping

• After that, he's around them. ALL. THE. TIME. If Reader is on a mission or has somewhere they have to go, he volunteers to accompany them. If someone has a problem with it, he doesn't mind using thinly veiled threats to keep him by their side

• If anything happened to blind Reader, he would be enraged. Scared. Terrified. The person or mutant who caused them harm or kidnapped them is dealt with, until there's nothing left to break. And after that, he keeps Reader with him at all times

• If Reader tried to leave, he would resort to possibly drugging them, or limiting their environment to be with him and his current group or to one of his hidden safe houses. He isn't running the risk of them ending up hurt like his brother, and he sure as fr*ck isn't letting them go. He's too attached now

• 6/10, he is okay-ish if you don't mind having him with you at all times, and he would believe in your ability to defend yourself. But the moment you get hurt and he's reminded you're a kid, and one who has a disability, is immediately making it so you can't leave him

• If these two had the same blind bby... Sabretooth would likely try to keep both Reader and Wolverine with him, while Wolverine did his best to get himself and Reader back to the Institute. Neither one wants to go without their loving bby, but while Victor would share with Logan and try to guilt trip him into sharing and staying, Logan would take the closest opportunity to grab Reader and run, not looking back or stopping until they're with the Professor and the other X-Men, who all can help protect their kid/child/friend/sibling

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Do you mind doing Omega!Sabertooth with a teen alpha!reader who doesn't feel like they're helping enough? (I think I was Night anon?)

Oooooo... I don't mind doing that at all! And glad to hear back from you, Night Anon! Let's try it:

Sabretooth thought of himself as rather lucky.

He'd survived several wars, had survived the experiments ran on him, survived his and the runt's psychotic, drunk pig of a biological father.

He considered himself luckier though due to his kid.

They were a newly presented alpha, one who he'd rescued as a pup, from some mutant traffickers. Kid had fought tooth and nail to protect the others, even though they barely reached up to anyone's hip. How could he not take then under his wing, teaching then everything there was to being strong, formidable, and superior to their enemies?

He just wishes they'd stop running themself ragged.

The kid, a teen now, had a nasty habit. One that at first, had been rather welcome, until Victor had discovered just how far it reached, how much damage they did to themself to deliver. They liked to take care of others, liked to provide things. Y'know, make food, tidy the nests, keep an eye out around their territory. Simple things.

What he didn't appreciate was when they'd spend hours going through the blistering cold to double check, even throuple check, that their current territory was safe. The way they'd spend an entire week baking and cooking from sun up to sun down, making enough food to feed a small army. How they wouldn't stop messing with the nests, fluffing pillows and arranging blankets and rearranging them, going for hours without sleep (which they sorely needed) all in the name of perfection. Of usefulness.

It wasn't any wonder at all, really, that he intervened.

So what if he might have laced a little sedative into their milk? The kid needed rest. Needed HIM to take care of them, NOT the other way around. He WAS an omega, that meant he was protective, caring, doting, going above and beyond to keep his pack safe and warm and with him. It's not much effort (if any) to heft them up in his arms and settle them on top of him, keeping the two of them settled in a large nest scented with lavender and smoke, hints of milk and honey underlying the scent.

"Kid, ya don't have ta work yerself ta death. That's MY job, seeing as I can't die. I know ya want to be a good lil' alpha, an' keep me taken care of an' happy. But as yer omega, it's MY job ta take care of ya. So just relax, kitten, and let Papa take good care of ya," he sighs, snuggling them closer. Their head is laying in the center of his chest, small breaths puffing out in their dazed state. He rubs a little at his chest, letting out a small purr when he feels a bead of milk pearl out.

Heh. Looks like he'll be able to make his pup feel real good.

"Now, let's get ya some milk, kitten..."

(Note: Between mutants in the ABO AUs (who have ten times the instincts and urges of regular human ABO), having younger pack/pups/kits/cubs drink milk from an omega is a normal thing. Their milk happens to have something in it that relaxes them, both in mind and body, and is used as a bonding experience. For new mutants, it likely seems weird, scary, even. For Reader, though, who's been a mutant from a young age and with Sabretooth since then, it's normal for them/accepted).

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Yandere Trio Laura, Sabertooth and Wolverine and child reader who has a raccoon mutation

Aha! Yes! They're definitely in for it now! And Baby Racoon Mutant Reader is so fluffy and cute! Let's do it like this:

There was a new feral mutant running about. That mutant happened to be a small child, with a ringed, fluffy tail, fuzzy gray ears, and a dark birthmark across their face.

They were a racoon mutant.

Logan was the first to find them, so he considers his claim the most valid.

Something had been stealing fruits and vegetables from the Institute's garden, so he'd set up a few traps to catch the little vermin. What he caught was not an opposum, fox, or rabbit.

It was a kid.

One that looked like a little racoon.

They were scared, shaking, letting him realize they weren't trying to cause trouble, and they likely hadn't had a great life beforehand. So he does what he can, trying to take them into the Institue. The fight him over that, but the moment he hands them a plate full of eggs and bacon, they stop fussing. What sold the idea of keeping them was when they handed him the bigger pieces of food, and kept shoving it at him until he ate it.

They were a keeper.

Laura meets them awhile later, when she goes to visit her father. She was hoping to find him and try to bond a little bit, perhaps learn an odd life lesson, or try some new thing normal people did (or a not so normal thing the X-Men did). She instead found a small thing scurrying around the kitchen, trying to reach the highest cupboard. Seeing as it was impossible to reach it, she did what was supposed to be good: Opened it herself, took down what was in it (a box of pretzels) and handed it to the tiny mutant.

It repayed her act of kindness by handing her handful after handful of pretzels, taking turns to eat their own handfuls.

She grew attached to them.

They were sweet, not knowing anything about her, and doing something as simple (and something she desperately craved) as sharing.

She would make them her sibling (certainly her father wouldn't say no to that cute face?).

Victor meets the tiny rascal when he's scouting the woods around the X-Men's mansion, looking for weaknesses and seeing if he can spy Logan while at it. What he finds instead is some fluffy tot with a bushy tail and weird birthmark foraging mushrooms and nuts, happily shoving them in their mouth after plucking them off the ground.

The moment they hear him, they turn and look up. Instead of screaming or running or crying, they look at his face, then at their pile of bounty, then pick out the biggest mushroom from it, rolling it over until it lands at his feet.

He's confused.

He's less confused when they point out-

"You smell like Logan. Logan's family is my family."

And how can he say no to that?

A sweet kit, and the first person beside himself to acknowledge Logan as his brother. Plus the kid said they were family first, so what is he or Logan going to do about it? Argue? It would just break their heart (he's using it to his advantage. Let's see his brother get rid of him now! Plus free feral kit, so it's a win-win!).

When the three of them all discover they share the same racoon baby, well...

Laura's fine with it. As long as neither of them butt in with her sibling-bonding time, she'll allow their presence.

Logan wants to fight Victor, but is glad Laura accepts her new sibling (he considers it a present/childhood ceremony for her, and maybe him, too).

And Victor is glad that Laura is fine with him, as long as he sticks to the schedule she made for sharing the little tot, he's less glad when Logan keeps setting traps and the X-Men team on him.

All in all, they'll (barely) tolerate each other, but if the others don't stick to their scheduled time and days with Reader, none of them will hold back their wrath over being cheated out of their time with their little rascal.

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