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honey-minded-hivemind · 3 months

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🐋Siren AU, Scene One:

(Warning: mentions of cannibalism, Reader being chased from their old home, possible child murder, and Reader wanting to bite everything that tries to touch them. You have been advised)

• The ocean before you spreads beyond you, vast and impending. There is no coral, no colorful fish, no seaweed. It is an unending abyss of blue, fading darker and darker the farther it is from the sunlit water above... But, you have nowhere else to go...

• You used to have a different home, a different life. Born to a school of reef mers, all colorful and elegant, you were different from birth. You were black and white, not a speck of any other color to your tail... And your tail, it wasn't built like the others', full of trailing fins and frills, but bulkier, thicker. While the other guppies made fun of you, you took care of yourself. After all, you were stronger than them. If one bit you, you whapped your tail against their head. If they scratched you, you pinned them to the sandy floor until they begged to be let up. After awhile, you were just left alone, ignored and abandoned in favor of more similar playmates...

• You hated when you found out what you were... It had been a regular day, learning what you could from an elder, playing by yourself, and keeping away from the gossipy guppies, until a hunter had burst into the coral reef. The moment they saw you, they had screeched, "I finally know what they are! A siren!" Murmurs went up, followed by an elder asking for proof... "Proof! Here is your 'proof '" they had spat and they tossed a fin, just like the one along your back, into the group. "I tore that from a siren north of our territory! It was large, a behemoth! In the same colors of that one, bone white and ink black! It wasn't just any siren, but an orca!"

• THAT set the entire school into an uproar. Shrieks and cries burbled into the water as the nearest adults lunged at you, claws aiming for your fins and eyes. You managed to duck by, swimming as fast as you could around the panicking mer. The reef flashed past you as you swam, bits of rock and coral scraping against you as you dodged reaching claws and sharp harpoons. Until finally, you slipped out into the open waters, slapped out by the tail of one of the hunters, who tried to follow you. It only took that for you to turn tail and flee, striking out into the uncharted waters...

• And here you were now, alone, bleeding, and with no skills or school to help you survive. The one thing you had that was yours was your pearl earring, long and dangling, that you had found by yourself when you were only twelve winters old... You weren't sure how it wasn't torn off in the chase, but it brought you a small comfort to keep it. With a bubble-filled sigh, you kept swimming...

• The sea stretched on, never stopping or ending. No signs of any other life were to be found, save for small squid that came up at night, fleeting and swift. It was... unnerving. It had only been a week since you left, and your wounds had started to heal. You found out, only a few hours after leaving the reef, that a harpoon had nicked your tail, leaving a jagged, painful scratch along its side. That complicated swimming, but you couldn't stop. If you stopped, it was likely something would try to eat you while you rested. You couldn't risk a shark, or dolphins, or another siren finding you. If mer would kick out one of their own, someone they had raised, all because they were a siren... Would an actual siren do worse?

• Your reprieve from these thoughts was finding a small, rocky outcrop pointing out of the endless blue. The waters here were colder, foggy and sometimes filled with chunks of white. It wasn't ideal to stop here, but you needed rest, and this was the only opportunity you had had since your escape... Still... You approach the rock carefully, and once found clear of danger, you curl into a small crack, just big enough to fit you.

• Your dreams are fitful, full of sharp claws and deadly spears and familiar voices leering at you, pouncing in for the kill-!

•With a sharp, fearful click, you wake up. Your fingers rub over your arms, as your tail curls up, trying to squeeze yourself into a smaller ball. You feel the small gills of your neck flit, until you are able to calm down from the nightmare... But just as you settle back down... You hear an eerie sound, something that reverberates through the water around you...

• Tensing up, you stay quiet, staring out into the darkness beyond the crack. The moonlight filters through the water, painting everything in alien blacks and silvers, until the noise dies out... Everything is quiet, save for the small rush of a current nearby. The world seems still, unmoving... until something shifts into the light, something large and dark, and you shrink further into the crack. It's the largest thing you've ever seen...

• Another eerie sound rings out, something between a hum and a wail, loud and fervent. You clap your hands over your ears, trying to muffle the noise. Whatever is out there moves again, until you can't see it anymore... With a small shudder, you turn your head away from the crack entrance, and drift back into slumber.

• In the morning, when you wake up, you cautiously approach the crack entrance, sensing the water near it for any vibrations. Luckily, none are there... When you gather your nerves, you slip out, careful not to aggravate the scars on your tail. There are more white chunks in the water, and there are small bits of light turning the water a jewel green. Nothing seems off... No mers, no fish...

• "So, that's where you were hiding."

• A shriek escapes you as you turn around, only to find something larger than you and the rock outcrop...

• It's large, with scars banding it's arm and chest, with old wounds lining its tail. Their teeth are sharp, and their eyes are reddish-brown, like drying blood. Talons as sharp as hooks are at the end of each of its fingers, long and deadly... And their tail... It's... It's... the same as, yours...?

• "What, never seen another siren before, kid?" it asks, in a growl-like voice. In a sharp arc, you dive back into the crack you came out of. A curse echoes around you, as the being shifts around the rock so they can gaze into the small crevice. "Kid, kid, calm down. It's just a joke."

• "..."

• "You've... never seen another siren, have you?" It- he, it sounds like a he- peers at the entrance. One of their claws scrapes at it, but it won't entirely go in. "You can come out, kid, I'm not gonna eat you," he tries. You push yourself as far back as you can go, even when you feel the rough walls scrape your harpoon wound open. A hiss escapes you, following a small stream of blood. Another sound comes from the much (much much) larger siren, like a low growl. "Are you bleeding, kid?"

• You don't answer, only squeezing yourself in further. You're uncomfortable, pressed this far back, but it's the farthest you can get from what is essentially an adult who is bigger and obviously more dangerous than the mers you knew. A billowing sigh escapes the larger creature, the water rippling around it. "Kid... if you're bleeding, it needs to be looked at. Can you please come out?"

• "... No..." You shiver, trying to will yourself to be strong. If push comes to shove, you can't go down without a fight. What are you, afraid? You survived a murder attempt! SEVERAL, murder attempts! You can face some oversized whale, right?!

• "Kid, I can't take 'no' for an answer. Now, please come out. Don't make this difficult." The creature sounds tired now, maybe a little irritated. You let out a warbling click, the most threatening one you can muster. The creature stills, and seems to back off...

• Then... something weird happens. A loud, mournful wail-click, filled with a desperate, assertive tone rocks the waters, sending a cool ripple into you... But... the song sounds nice... Soothing... You shake your head, ripping yourself free from it.

• "No! I'm not going out there! You might eat me! Or WORSE!" you yell, covering your ears. The siren outside let's out an annoyed noise, only for it to pause...

• "Why the h*ll would I eat ya, kid? And what do you mean, 'do worse'?" Then there's a loud, deafening growl, and he speaks again. "The mers... they did that to you, didn't they?" When you don't speak up, he takes that as an answer. "Of course those sons of eels would do that... Kid, look, I'm not like them. We are not like them. We don't do that. We don't scare off kids, we don't try to kill 'em, and we definitely aren't about to make you bleed. Now, I'm going to say this one more time: Please come out."

• You shiver as the water only seems to get colder the longer you stay still... But still... "I... I can't...." You can't go back out there just to be chased off again, or have to battle against a siren whose older and stronger than you, who could easily rip you apart and leave you for the sharks...

• "I'm sorry, kid. That gives me no choice..." The calm wail-click starts again, and even though you try to cover your ears, it does nothing to block it out or to stop the vibrations rocking you gently. Tears enter your eyes, and you try to beg him to stop... But the song seems to echo inside your own head, a peaceful noise offering only relief and warmth... A small whimper escapes you, only for the song to get louder, softer, until you're lying down on the rocky floor and drifting off... The song keeps going, deep and affectionate, until you feel relaxed and tired... A slow rumble halts the song, and you let out a small warble, asking for it to come back...

• " 'Kay, kid, let's see ya." Something clicks besides you, dragging you out of the dark rock and into a warm palm. You sigh contentedly, the heat from it like the warmth of a thermal vent, constant and inviting... Something turns you, until you're staring into dark, vibrant eyes. You blink sluggishly, reaching out a hand to touch it...

• "Oh cr*p, kid... they did a number on you, didn't they?" A sad noise escapes you, and the voice stops. "Don't worry, we'll fix you up... Wait..." A nudge rolls you onto your stomach. "Kid... you look... just like me..." A croon comes from above you, and you feel more warmth pressed into you. "Okay, kid... Looks like I might just have to keep ya, huh? You sure are quite the little survivor, aren't you?" When you nod sleepily, the grip shifts, until your tucked against a warm wall... "'Kay, I can't say no to that... Let's get ya back to the pod, okay, kid? I know the other pups will be happy to see you..."

• You yawn, hearing a deep chuckle. "Seems like you need a nap... Night, kid. Get some rest. I'll keep you safe..." And with the gentle heat keeping you content and sleepy, you fall asleep... "Let's just hope Creed doesn't get word of you..."

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #🐋Siren AU #platonic yandere wolverine #he's the older siren in this #platonic yandere xmen evolution au

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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)

#yandere love letters #love letters #yandere #yandere dc #yandere marvel #yandere harry potter #yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #yandere game of thrones #yandere writings

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fxckn-sxck-fr · 2 days

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𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄

Yandere Scott Summers x GN Reader

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓: When Scott feels his authority over you — the authority to keep you safe — is undermined, he has no choice but to show a little tough love. And, unfortunately for you, he doesn’t hold back.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: platonic yandere content, strict mentor Scott, younger rookie reader, infantilism if you squint, slight intimidation tactics, argument, sparring gone wrong, technical physical abuse(?), Scott just goes ham on beating the shit out of you, all in the name of keeping you safe of course, blood mentioned, sight manipulation, sickeningly soft Scott at the end.

Cyclops goes too easy on you.

All the other X-Men know it; Wolverine and Gambit always make sure to tease you about it every chance they get. Despite all of the hard work you’ve put in since you joined the team, it’s like your field commander thinks you’re made of glass with how he opts for defensive maneuvering in sparring lessons. He’ll never throw a punch or go for the kick, instead blocking or catching whatever you throw his way. You swear he even lets you go for the take down rather than letting you earn it yourself.

It’s just so frustrating. He’s the one who keeps saying you have to prove you’re for a mission… how can you do that if he never gives you the chance? You came here to be one of the X-Men, so you deserve to be trained like one. Hell, he even exchanges blows with Jubilee, and she’s no older than you are. Meanwhile, the most you get is a slight shove or the gentlest pin-down known to man. How is this preparing you for anything out on the field?!

“(Y/N), stay focused.”

And there’s his annoyingly demanding voice snapping you out of your spiral of irritated thoughts.

The two of you were “sparring” in the Danger Room, long after everyone else left. As usual, you mentally jeered; he always has something he wants you to hang back for, because even the most trivial things need to be “corrected” in his eyes. Today, you were unfortunate enough to “push your punch,” as he put it, and now you were stuck with him until he finally deemed the problem fixed. After being forced to punch the air for a solid 10 minutes — not without his very much needed critiques, of course — you were finally back to directing your fists at him.

(At least this is a chance to take out my anger on the source, you bitterly thought to yourself.)

The mundane you-punch-and-he-blocks experience (because that’s all it is; you weren’t really “sparring”) has been going on for the past 5 minutes. You’ve gotten in some solid blows, some of them actually catching him by surprise, much to your satisfaction. But it was obvious your heart wasn’t into it, and it was only a matter of time before he noticed.

Catching your next punch in his hand, he gave you a tight frown. “Hey. Did you hear me?”

“Loud and clear,” you responded through gritted teeth. It was easy enough to twist your fist out of his grip, which only added to your vexation; he should’ve at least pretended to try.

“Doesn’t seem like it,” the older mutant retorted, crossing his arms over his chest (part of you wanted to take this as a chance to deliver a sharp kick to his side, but you refrained). “I could’ve easily neutralized you from how sloppy that blow was.”

Before your brain could catch up, your mouth spat out a loaded question; “then why didn’t you?”

“(Y/N),” he lowly warned.

“What?” It was hard to keep the poison out of your tone, but you tried your best. “I’m one of the X-Men too, you know. I can handle it!”

The visor over his eyes made his expression harder to read. All you could go off of was the bottom half of his face, and from the way his jaw tightened, you could tell he wasn’t in the mood for this. “You can’t.”

“Wh—” you were caught off guard from the pure vindication of his words, causing you to drop your fighting stance entirely. “Yes I can! You can’t just decide that!”

“I’m your leader,” he spat out, “I can decide whatever I want for the sake of my team.”

“You can’t call yourself my leader if you don’t let me on missions! That’s just unfair!” To accentuate your exasperation, you threw your arms out to the side. “Look, man. You can bench me all you want, but at least train me with the same respect as everyone—”

He was quick to cut you off. “This isn’t about respect, (Y/N). You’re just not ready for that level of training, and your performance today proves that. You’re getting lazy.”

“Only ‘cuz you don’t take me seriously,” you scoffed. Before he could say something to that, you quickly continued. “These aren’t sparring sessions. Not actually helpful ones, anyway. I mean, if you’re never gonna fight back, why even bother?! You may as well have me waste my time punching a training dummy instead—”

“That’s enough,” he snapped at you, but you only continued.

“Can’t you just hear me out?!” A frustrated groan tumbled from your lips. “I’m not asking you to drop me in the middle of a war zone, I just want you to actually train me!! At this rate, I’ll never be ready for a mission!! Please, Cyke… I wanna be trained for real!”

Cyclops went eerily silent at this. While you couldn’t see his eyes, the glare he was giving you translated quite well, causing a shiver up to go up your spine. Nevertheless, you stood your ground; you finally spoke your mind, and you weren’t going to let him intimidate you out of this. You’ll easily take an optic blast to the face if it meant getting your point across.

“… Get ready, then,” was his flat reply.

You were only given a fraction of a second to process the implication before he quickly took on a fighting stance, delivering a precise jab to your rib cage. His movements were nothing but a blur to you, the painful blow almost knocking you off your feet as you let out a shout. He gave you no time to recover as he threw his next punch, which you fortunately managed to dodge, albeit barely. A rapid procession of fists followed, and you could feel the gusts of them as you desperately tried to keep up your evasive maneuvering.

It soon became harder and harder to keep up with how fast he was moving. You eventually had to resort to blocking with your forearms; an experience you found to be quite painful. The sheer power from his punches made your bones feel like they were gonna splinter, the skin of your arms already burning from agony. One nasty hit at the wrong angle could very well break something. Surely, Cyclops was keeping this in mind, right?

The focus you had on his upper half made you completely neglect keeping an eye on his legs. This mistake quickly caught up to you when his knee collided with your jaw, the reflexive flinch of your hand being too late to stop it. As your teeth smashed together and caught your tongue in the process, his fist gave you no time to recollect yourself as it planted itself square in your nose. Stars filled your vision, your balance becoming less and less controlled. Cyclops easily took advantage of this and delivered a turning kick to your side, right in the same spot he initially punched you in.

You felt your head colliding with the Danger Room’s floor before you even realized you were knocked down.

The taste of blood filled your mouth, and you could vaguely feel some trinkling out of your throbbing nose. Weakly attempting to push yourself off of the ground, a strained grunt left your vocal cords as you became quite literally painfully aware of the aching in your arms. Just as you managed to get up on your hands and knees, a downwards force suddenly pinned you back against the floor and effectively knocked all of the wind out of your lungs. You could feel the heal of his boot against your shoulder blades. He was applying enough pressure for you to distantly worry about your rib cage, and all you could do was pathetically struggle against it.

“This is what I meant,” he coldly remarked. “You can’t handle it.”

Blood mixed with saliva dribbled down your chin as you tried to spit something back. “Th-This isn’t—”

“You’re not ready,” he interrupted, the foot he has on your back only crushing your chest further. “For the field, for the Danger Room simulations, for any sort of training that could leave you like this.”

Finally, the pressure on your back was alleviated, causing you to gasp out for air. Your vision was become fuzzy, but you didn’t dare succumb to the darkness, instead rapidly trying to blink away the splotchy holes. A wet cough from your lungs only worsened the burning sensation through your body. Below you, the floor was becoming a canvas of speckled blood, both from your nose and mouth as you desperately heaved for air.

Fight or flight was the only thing keeping you conscious at this point.

“C… Cy—ke,” you wheezed, desperately struggling to get up on your hands and knees again. “Please, I…”

“Stay down,” he warned from above you. The danger that laced his words made a shiver go up your spine, causing your movements to falter. After a few moments, however, you gingerly continued to push yourself upwards, which caused your field leader to growl out a low, “(Y/N).”

It took all your strength to ignore him; to ignore your better judgement.

Cyclops didn’t take to kindly to that.

The feeling of his hand cradling the back of your neck made your shoulders jolt, and it wasn’t long before your face collided with the ground. He kept a firm grip on your head as he swiftly maneuvered your hands to his liking, pinning one to your back against his knee and the other right next to your face. It quickly dawned upon you that struggling was futile, yet despite that, you tried anyways. A frustrated sigh left the older mutant’s lips at your thrashing and twisting.

“This for your own good,” he chided, tightening his hold on you. “Stop struggling. You’re only going to hurt yourself.”

“You’re—!! The one h-hurting me,” you snapped back. A cry of pain ended your sentence as he dug his knee further into your back.

“It doesn’t have to be this way,” said Cyclops with a low tone. He was letting you take his full body weight, and you found it increasingly harder to breathe. “Why can’t you just let me do what’s good for you? Why can’t you just let me take care of you?”

That last part rendered you completely still. Take care of you? What the hell did he mean by that? Was this seriously his idea of taking care of you? Giving you the kiddy treatment and then beating the crap out of you when you ask to be treated with actual respect?

What the hell is this guy’s problem?!

He must’ve taken your state of shock as a white flag, because the weight on your body was finally letting up. As much as you wanted to take this as an opportunity to catch him off guard, it suddenly dawned upon you just how much agony you were in. Your chest ached from your lungs to your rib cage. The nerves in your forearms felt like they were punched numb. You couldn’t even breathe from your nose and instead had to rely on your mouth (it didn’t help that the ghost of air over your wounded tongue created a sharp sting). What little fight you had left in you was rapidly depleting, rendering you completely tired on the ground.

“There,” he breathed out, the softness in his tone sounding foreign to your ears. “Just relax. Easy, now. You’re in no condition to try anything, you hear me?”

You couldn’t even muster up enough energy to roll your eyes at his coaxing murmurs. Though it pained you to admit it, he was unfortunately right; now wasn’t the time to be testing your luck. His hands slowly moved away from your head and wrist, his knee eventually following suite after a deliberate moment. Then, as delicately as he could, he peeled you off of the floor and into his strong arms. Every part of your body felt like it was on fire, and you couldn’t stop the pathetic wince from your throat.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you now.” He gently tucked your head in the crook of his neck, rubbing soothing circles into your shoulder blades. “Let’s get Beast to check you over, yeah?”

No response came from your mouth. All you could do was slump against his chest and fight a losing battle against the beckoning call of unconsciousness. His quiet coos started to sound more and more distant, and before you knew it, you were out like a light.

Cyclops goes too easy on you.

Perhaps you finally found out why.

#❥ TW: YANDERE #❥ YANDERE CHARACTER #❥ PLATONIC YANDERE #❥ YANDERE SCOTT SUMMERS #❥ YANDERE SCOTT SUMMERS X READER #❥ GN READER

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bad4amficideas · 19 days

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Things I love in x Reader (or why I'm sick and twisted... they say)

(What I really mean is, send recommendations plz ❣️)

Also I'm bored and do lists and edit things make me happy so this post is gonna be a mess in alwaya

General

yanderes

Isekaaaaaais

Soul/mate au (not confuse with abo)

Poly relationships

Porn/smut/lemon/you-know (sex pollen is a trope not used enough trust me xD)

Star Wars

Clones (like, almost ALL?)

Clones feeling guilty over almost killing reader O66

Sith au

Mandalorian au

InApropiate use of the Force

Disaster Lineage x Reader (platonic Yoda, romantic Dooku and Qui Gon)

KANAN x reader, I DARE YOU! (so sorry Hera)

Brutalia x reader

Robins (4 or 5 I'm IN) x reader

Ra's Al ghul, deathstroke, dilf chara x reader (bonus if sugar daddy/mama)

Ra + Tim + Reader

Robin (ANY) & Raven x Reader

Hal Jordan (w/ Barry Allen) x Reader

InApropiate and inhuman use of Lantern and metahuman powers

Marvel

Cyclops x Reader

Cyclops x Emma OR Wolverine OR Madeline OR Havoc x Reader

Cyclops x Emma x Wolverine x Jean x Reader

Moon Knight System

Matt MURDERdock

Daredevil AND/OR Deadpool and Spider-Man (Team Red)

Miles G. AND/OR Hobie Brown AND/OR Peter B. AND/OR Miguel O'Hara AND/OR Peter Noir

Clint Barton, Loki, remember-he-is-intelligent-as-chivalrous Thor

Actually any chara in yandere setting

#wishlist #work in progress

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bees-writting · 4 months

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HIIII- I’m Bee, he/him pronouns and I write for funsies, feel free to ask me anything that doesn’t disrespect the guidelines :)

Here’s the masterlist, it will stay updated : MASTERLIST

This will be updated as I see fit

Here’s the writting run down yall

Don’ts

Smut

Homophobia (may be written for storyline purposes but don’t blatantly request it bc you don’t like the gays)

Transphobia (same as above)

Racism (same as above)

Irl serial killers (I knew a girl don’t ask)

Illegal sexual stuff (I’ll write stealing and shit but not the nasty bad stuff like that yk)

No discrimination

No actors themselves (sorry it makes me uncomfy, but you can do characters, or characters played by a specific actor)

No OCs written by other people (I may write one of my OCs occasionally)

I refuse to straightify gay characters (I write mostly mxm anyways, I will gayify straight characters- might be controversial but idc)

No like little minors if that makes sense- like no young Percy Jackson but like teens I’ll write for since most characters are teens

Dos

Yandere

MaleXMale

MaleXFemale (Occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

FemaleXFemale (occasionally, mostly a mxm blog)

Gay characters- (like me)

Trans characters (also like me)

AUs (depending on the AU)

Poly (depending on the characters)

Idk request it and I’ll let you know ig

That’s the basic guidelines both for writting and in general, if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

Here are some current characters I’m willing to write for! - if you want someone from another fandom or a unlisted character feel free to ask if I’ll add them to my list!

Harry Potter Universe

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Barry Crouch Jr (PLEASE I LOVE HIM)

Evan Rosier

Sirius Black

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Young Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle Jr

Matteo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Teddy Lupin

Newt Scammander

Marvel/X-Men

Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield and Tom Holland- I have a Vendetta against Mr. Maguire)

Harry Osborne (TASM 2, AND PLEASE I BEG REQUEST HIM I LOVE HIM AHHH)

Loki

The Winter Soldier

Thor

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Hawkeye

Black widow

Peter Maximoff

Young Charles Xavier

Wolverine

Beast

Mystique

There are so many of them so if the person isn’t listed just ask if I’ll do them and I’ll let you know

Once Upon A Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Ruby(Red riding hood)

Heracles

Peter Pan(but not canon like not the whole weird family thing they’ve got goin on)

Mulan

Tinker bell

Jekyll and Hyde

Jefferson

August

Ingrid

Knave of hearts

Once Upon A Time (Wonderland)

Knave of hearts

Red Queen

Cyrus

Alice

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson- teen version

Nico Di Angelo

Luke Castellian

Leo Valdez

Annabeth Chase

Clarisse La Rue

The Hunger Games

Finnick Odair

Peeta Malark

Johanna Mason

Lucy Gray

Sejanus Plinth

Effie Trincket

Haymitch Abbernathy(?)

The Owl House

Luz Noceda

Amity Blight (only fem.)

Edalyn Clawthorne

Lilith Clawthorne (only platonic she’s AroAce)

Raine Whispers

Emira Blight

Edric Blight

Gus Porter

Willow

Hunter

Darius

Night At The Museum

Jed

Octavius

Ahkmenrah

The Flash

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Hartley Rathaway (Male only)

School Bus Graveyard

Aiden Clark

Ben Clark

Ashlyn

Logan

Tyler

Taylor

Misc.

Five Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Klaus Hargreaves (The Umbrella Academy)

Willy Wonka (Charlie And The Chocolate Factory, or from Wonka)

Meeks (Dead Poets Society)

Gabriel Boutin (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Nathan Byrn (The Bastard Son And The Devil Himself show)

Mike Schmidt (FNAF Movie)

#Bee-Writes #fanfic #writers #alternative #authors #fanfiction prompts #fanfiction #masterlist #masterpost #prompt list #dos and donts #please please please #request #open requests #harry potter #school bus graveyard #miscellaneous #the hunger games

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Writing Schedule (all requests) ;

The following is the list (IN ORDER OF WHEN THEY'LL BE PUBLISHED), including some that I just want to write for myself and I know y'all will enjoy. The rules are you CAN VOTE IN THE COMMENTS TO MOVE IT UP THE LIST. Every ONE VOTE moves it up ONE SPOT.

This list can be found LINKED IN MY MASTERLIST whenever.

Enjoy!

The Invitation UwU

Jerry fright night

Fezco (bywie)

Forty (my bestie uwu)

Harley Quinn (animefan bestie)

Labyrinth

Jace Wayland (jamie version) (for funsies!)

Nacho (365 days 2 & 3 LOL IM SORRY)

Mummy

Michael Meyers

DBD Danny (emeraldborealis)

Deadpool

Eddie Gluskin (sweetp)

Noes Quentin (wheatybread)

Spiderman (Andrew Garfield cuz he’s hot ig?)

Edward Cullen (greenxtea0)

Brahms “pt 2”

Scarecrow (who tf is this)

Ironman

Optimus Prime

Imhotep (mummy)

Superman x r x Batman

Peter Maximoff (who tf is this)

RE8 Chris

Hellboy (horrorfan-666-anoynmous)

Jason Vorheese

Pyramid Head “pt 2”

Joe Goldberg pt 2

Wolverine x r x Scout (xmen I think?)

Erik Lensher (also xmen I think?)

Superman

Batman x r x Terry (who tf is this)

Raul de León x r x Javier Williams (control z)

Platon Bat/Catfam x r x platonic Joker

Ninja turtles (axolotl mutant sister) (platonic? I guess? Idk)

Other Mother

Batman (poison ivy r)

Edward Scissorhands

Stephen Strange (is that doctor strange? probably?)

DBD Trickster

Redhood x r x Batman (who tf is this)

Derek (teen wolf)

Winter Soldier x r x Captain America (who are either of these hoes?)

Bigby Wolf (wolf amogus)

Platonic Cullens (werewolf r)

Ghost Rider lmao (megamindsushyygushywap)

RE8 Big Booba lady x r x Ethan (wife)

Andy (little shop of horrors)

Candyman

Goliath (gargoyles)

Predator

Bubba Sawyer

Alien x r x Predator

Leprechaun

Hannibal

Loki x r x Thor (who tf are these hoes)

Hellsing x r x Dracula

Gerald (witcher)

Them supernatural hoes, dean or some shit

Silco x r x platonic jynx

Chucky x r x Tiffany

DBD Huntress

Anakin Skywalker

Jacob Black

Anabella

Jurassic Park (wife-of-yandere-dc)

Mandelorian x r x platonic bb Yoda

Big Daddy pt 2

Otto (spiderman) (honey-beeuwu) (who tf is this)

ON HOLD : Arthur (moon knight) (cat bby)

ON HOLD : Khonshu

ON HOLD : Cedric Diggory (cool Hufflepuff r)

ON HOLD : Calux (truth or dare)

ON HOLD : Klaus (umbrella academy)

ON HOLD : Tommy Shelby (peaky blinders)

ON HOLD : Miles Fairchild (youngstarfish friend)

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l0verb0t · 3 months

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REQUESTS

REQUESTS INFO.

I can write oneshots, drabbles, hcs, & fic series. You can be as thorough as you want when requesting something. Inserts are automatically given they/them or no pronouns if not specified. Requests will usually take a week or two to complete. If you have any questions, please ask & I'll try to reply as soon as I can.

(more conditions + character roster under the cut.)

OKAY WITH DOING: fluff, angst, romantic/queerplatonic & familial/platonic reqs, specific pronoun inserts (ex. xe/xem or neopros.), & polyam reqs.

DEPENDS: coming out reqs, song/lyric reqs, possessiveness/jealousy, && female insert reqs. (the last one heavily depends. if it's for a type of group that's rarely represented, ex. disabled, of color, trans, etc. i'll heavily consider it.)

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES: sexual content (implied is a maybe, but that'll mostly be in a playful/joke form), heavy gore, age gaps, minor × adult reqs, incestous reqs (all forms - step, foster, & familial figure count), celebrity/actor reqs, &&& abuse/yandere.

CHARACTER ROSTER.

[ Mutuals and/or friends can request sources & characters outside this list. | More to be added. | These lists are for characters I know well enough. If there's a character from any of the following sources that you'd like for me to try, request & I'll consider it. ]

MARVEL.

Bucky Barnes. (won't do anything that has to do with "The Falcon and the Winter Soldier" series.)

Venom. (mostly based on movie vers.)

Eddie Brock. (mostly based on movie vers.)

Spider-Man/Peter Parker. (won't do mcu vers, uncertain about the other franchises.)

Deadpool/Wade Wilson.

Daredevil/Matt Murdock. (mostly based on tv vers.)

Foggy Nelson.

Wolverine/Logan Howlett.

Rogue/Anne Marie.

Gambit/Remy LeBeau.

Cyclops/Scott Summers.

Jean Grey.

DC COMICS.

Nightwing/Dick Grayson.

Red Hood/Jason Todd.

Starfire/Koriand'r.

Batman/Bruce Wayne. (Esp. Batman Unburied vers.)

The Riddler/Edward Nygma. (Only Unburied vers. atm.)

Poison Ivy/Pamela Isley. (Only Unburied vers. atm.)

Harley Quinn.

Killer Croc/Waylon Jones.

Gentlemen Ghost/James "Jim" Craddock.

[platonic/familial only.]

Robin/Damian Wayne.

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT.

Danny Johnson/"The Ghostface."

Susie, Frank, Joey, & Julie/"The Legion."

#love.file #navigation #reader insert #dc comcis #xmen #<- sorry to flood your guys tags But. keah

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i-cant-sing · 3 years

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Have you seen LORD Dimitrescu?? 👀👀

I can only imagine how weird it would be for him to be a platonic yandere

Lord Dimitrescu? What the hell are you talking about- Oh!*searches "Lord Dimitrescu"on Tumblr* So, um *clears throat* WAS NOBODY GOING TO TELL ME ABOUT THIS? I have told you guys my knowledge about this game is insufficient and you couldn't have informed me of the stuff the fandom was coming up with?

Thank you kind anon, for bringing this man to light.

Anyways, the first thing that came to mind was he kind of resembles Wolverine (yknow, from Xmen?). But I agree, with the way he's been drawn by most artist, it's hard seeing him be a platonic yandere.

Luckily for you, it is my job here to convert all milfs and dilfs into loveable parents! :D

Hm, perhaps I will entertain some asks for Lord Dimitrescu. Right now, I'm trying to figure out how to start my teen reader plot story.

#lord Dimitrescu #yandere lady dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil8 #resident evil village #resident evil #resident evil 8

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bones-aa2 · 2 years

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My WIP list

Hey! So this is just what I'm working on currently :)

Amount of wips currently (8)

Marvel:

Yandere!romantic druig w naive reader

Yandad!doctor Otto Octavius drabble

Yandad!wolverine w daughter!reader who has the same powers as he does (drabble)

Yan!dad MCU Loki w Older teen reader finding out abt her powers (she/her pronouns)

Yandere!platonic Avengers w Rebel!teen Stark reader

Yandere!Tony stark w afab!reader pt2 (pt 1)

Yandere!Moon knight headcanons (Platonic)

DC:

Yandere!Parental Justice league w baby!daughter reader (She/her pronouns)

Others

None yet :(

#.bones txt

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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..."

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere wolverine #platonic yandere sabretooth #platonic yandere xmen: the animated series #platonic yandere victor creed #platonic yandere logan howlett #platonic yandere graydon creed

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anxiousnerdwritings · 2 years

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Yandad Deadpool would often break into the X mansion to see his X-Men!bby, who by the way has never met him before and is scared of him cause he's a strange adult man who's delusional and says he's their dad. Also, imagine the X-Men themselves being platonic Yanderes over them, Wade would get his ass kicked by all of them for scaring y/n. Members like wolverine, magneto and Storm would be the most overprotective ones.

I just imagine yan!dad Wade having pestered and pestered Logan/Wolverine, Piotr/Colossus and or Ellie/Negasonic Teenage Warhead to no end to be able to visit his bby at the school only for them all to say no (countless times probably) and thus giving Wade only one option; to break into the mansion and see them himself.

Poor darling just went looking for a midnight snack only to end up in the bone crushing hold of some weird man who is referring to himself as their father while also looking off in the distance and talking to a so called ‘audience’ about how cute his bby is. Then in walks a very grumpy and tired Wolverine who is not having any of this, along with the rest of the X-men who are just as tired and now also extremely upset and annoyed.

Whenever Logan, Ororo, and Erik see Wade its always on sight. Logan has his claws at the ready, Ororo electrocutes him with lightening multiple times as well as letting him be carried off in a tornado, and Erik is impaling him with everything he can. It can get pretty messy and it will. Meanwhile the rest of the X-men distract and or comfort the darling from the strange/weird ordeal they just went through.

Also, it just hit me but after every time Deadpool tries to interact with or steal his bby and gets thwarted by the other X-men, I just imagine him being blasted off into the sky like Team Rocket from Pokémon.

#anxious answers #yandad deadpool #yandad wade wilson #yandere deadpool #yandere wade wilson #yandere x-men #yandere x-men concept #yandere marvel concept #yandere concept

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Platonic Yandere Wolverine and teen reader

Okay, @yanderefangirl ! Just, general headcanons, or a drabble, or scenario? I'll go with...headcanons:

• Wolverine is the sort of guy who'd see any teenager (especially one with an odd mutation) and adopt them on sight. That is one of the few things that almost every X-Men media gets right/keeps

• Reader likely is at the Institute, because how else would they meet him (unless he rescued them or met them if they were both from Wepaon X)?

•This man may not hug much, but if the weather is cold and/or he and Reader are stuck out in the cold wilds of Canada on a mission, he will use himself as a personal space heater for them (and the other mutant kids). Would be the sort to on a regular day to bundle them up in a jacket or sweater so they don't get a cold or the flu. He may be immune to diseases and ailments, but his kid isn't, so he's going to do everything he can to keep then healthy

• Reader cooks him dinner once, and now he can't get enough. He will have cook-outs with them, seeing who can cook the best steaks, burgers, fish, shrimp, salmon, chicken, turkey, porkchops, lambchops, mutton, tenderloin, you name it, and he and Reader taste-test what the other makes. And the other X-Men don't mind, as they get to eat whatever those two don't (they make a lot of food, and the teens and adults will fight over who gets to eat the best bits )

• Reader mentions problems with a bully a few times, and because he doesn't stand brats hurting his kids, he pays them a visit... Suffice to say, they leave Reader alone after that

• Sometimes he spies on Reader and the others. He knows that it would be called overreacting, but there are bad people out there, who'd gladly hurt the kids for being mutants or for being near him. He's not having any of that, and the few times he catches any creeps, bigots, or even once an agent, he deals with them permanently as long as none of the kids can see him (The Professor knows about these, as Logan tells him, but the Professor doesn't stop him)

• If Reader wanted or tried to leave, Logan is adamant they stay. They don't need to leave, they're young, impressionable, and there are people out there who would break them until there wasn't anything left. If they're still insistent (or sneak out) he's putting them under house arrest. He loves them, like he loves all his kids, but he can't lose them. He can't. And if that means he has to keep them bound to the Institute, then so be it.

• All in all, the guy's is a papa wolf/mama bear. Mess with his kid, you'll wish you hadn't, hurt their feelings, you'll get hurt, and if you so much as look at them inappropriately, he'll make sure that he and his claws are the last thing they EVER see...

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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I like to imagine that Wolverine is just chiling in the background with smol bean reader and teaching them how to commit crimes without getting caught

Oh yes, he is! He's just trying to be good uncle/dad/godfather to this tiny tater tot.

Wolverine: Do you remember what I taught you, kid?

Reader: Yes!

Wolverine: And what was that?

Reader: To sneak snacks from Scott's pockets, steal the Professor's keys, and if caught by Sabretoowth, kick him in the crotch and bite him!😁

Wolverine: I am so proud of you☺

Reader: Yay!

Also Reader: I got your wallet! Here ya go, Mr. Remy!😃

Gambit: Now that's mon petit!😆

Wolverine: shocked expression

Wolverine: The student has become the master... I'm even more proud of ya, kid... Also, Gambit... I'm gonna kick your *ss🙃

Reader: Language!

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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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❄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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