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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..."

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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 month

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🥚Tiny Talons🐉 AU Backstory/Post One (Not for 🥚Tiny Heir❄, 🥚Tiny Sting🐝, or 🥚Tiny Animus🔮) :

(Warning: forced spell to turn Reader and the other teens/dragonets into baby dragonets, Reader has the mind of their older self but it's trapped in a baby dragonet body, unknown whether Reader was a friend, foe, or victim of the adult platonic yans, cute baby dragonet Reader. You have been warned...)

• Waking up, you felt... weird. Nothing seemed wrong, yet something seemed... off? You were warm, and could feel a blanket or fur wrapped around you, covering you completely. Your talons and tail and head didn't hurt, so it wasn't that. Cracking open an eye, you saw that your scales looked to be the same color... So then... what was wrong?

• You stretch, feeling your talons brush against the soft fabric around you. It moves around you, jostled a bit from your movement; it falls a bit further when you try to get up. You can hear the soft noises of breathing, the rustling of paper, a soft humming in the air... Curious, you slowly try to poke your head out... And are met with a large room, dimly lit, save for a few lamps and candles in the darker corners. You start to realize something, looking around-

• You don't recognize this room.

• You can't make out much due to the darkness, but you can make out some hanging forms and piles, placed in different areas... But that's not what makes you feel worried. No... You feel worried by the largest dragon you've seen, partially bathed in light, who is busy looking over a scroll near the lights... Except you know this dragon, and they aren't supposed to be that large...

• With a wriggle, you pull yourself out from the blanket wrapped around you, freeing your movement. You feel your wings/wingbuds twitch at the chill in the air, making you shift uncomfortably. It's cold, now that you aren't wrapped up... but you can't go back to being warm. Not right now. You need to figure out where you are. So with that, you start to walk forward...

• Yet as you walk, you feel... strange. You wobble, your body not evenly balanced... And when you move, your steps are small and short, hardly making a dent in your effort to move forward. Your tail doesn't seem to be of much help, nor do your talons, no matter how far they stretch or which way they tilt. You start to make a frustrated noise, feeling annoyed-

• CHIRP!

• Except that isn't your voice that comes out. It's... it's some high-pitched cheep, one more akin to a baby than a dragonet. Your snout wrinkles up, confusion filling your thoughts. Why did you sound like that? You didn't think you were that upset. And you hadn't been a baby in the last few years, so it wasn't like you could make that sound anymore. You try to say something, but it comes out in a warble, not fully forming any word that you know of... You feel you chest constrict, and you feel fear stir in you.

• Before you can start to tear up, large talons wrap around you, picking you up and up and up... Bringing you face-to-face with the dragon you were trying to reach. They smile at you, holding you up so they can look at you. "Well, hello. I see you're awake. Did you sleep well, baby?" You freeze, feeling dumbfounded and insulted. Then with a harsh chirp, you try to point out you're not a baby- "Hey, don't worry, don't worry... What do you need? Are you hungry? Or thirsty? Did something wake you up, little one?" You huff, and try to speak again- and only manage to make more angry baby noises.

• "Okay, okay, I get it, you're not feeling happy right now. Can you tell me what upset you? You're not hurting anywhere, are you?" Talons brush gently against your wings/wingbuds, soon rubbing gentle circles at the base... next they move to your talons, giving small squeezes and inspections... until they finally reach your head, tilting it slightly and watching for any signs of discomfort. When you show none, they simply press a kiss to your forehead, tucking you back against them. "You don't seem hurt anywhere... Perhaps you're still adjusting..." You don't understand what they're saying; you're not a baby, and why would you need to adjust? They carry you towards a desk, setting you down carefully, then turn towards the lights, which surround a few cubbies and cabinets...

• You try to move off the desk, feeling annoyed and upset, only for their tail to push you back into the center, tapping you lightly. With a pleased noise, they come back, sitting down a few odd items: Small cubes of fish, a few berries, a weird syringe thing, and a small bottle, filled with a milky-white liquid. They nudge the fish and berries towards you, a soft look on their face. You promptly stare at them, trying to convey your displeasure. "Baby, I know you probably feel a little weird right now, but you're okay. Are you hungry? I brought you some snacks. See?" They pick up a berry, carefully moving it towards your mouth. "Can you try a bite?" They're met with a snort. "Honey, I know you might not feel good right now, but you need to eat. Can you do that for me?" You can feel your tail twitching, nerves buzzing with panic and worry. You keep your mouth firmly shut, trying to turn your head away... Then their talons carefully push the berry past your lips, and the sweet tang of raspberries hits you. For a moment you forget yourself, happily chewing the soft red fruit, even making a demanding noise for another... Until it strikes you what just happened, and you start to panic.

• Why- why were you acting like a baby? You weren't one, you were four or five (12-15) years old, you weren't a hatchling-! Another berry is pushed gently onto your tongue, and your mouth moves around it without a second thought, licking it and swallowing it within a bite or two. Oh three moons it happened again-

• A soft hiccup escapes you, soon followed by salty tears, and in a moment you burst into a loud wail. Talons are scooping you up, followed by soft touches and small kisses, as they try to calm you down. "Shhh, shhh, it's okay, you're okay, honey, I know it's a lot to take in, but you're okay. Do i need to go ahead and give you your medicine early? I wanted to wait, but if you're hurting this much, I think you need to take it now-" You try to stop them, trying to tell them no, but all that comes out are soft whines and hiccups, causing you to cry harder. Soon something is pushed past your lips, flooding your small mouth with a milky, sweet flavor, which you thickly swallow. A claw carefully wipes at your mouth, followed by soothing rubs against your tummy and back. You try to ask what they gave you (which only comes out as a confused warble), but are only met with soft shushing and a small flurry of kisses and licks...

• "Okay, baby, it's alright... That should help make you feel better..." They gently pick up a few more berries and cubes, then take you to one of the large hammocks, nestling the two of you inside. You try to protest... but your head feels soft... really soft... A small whine hums in your throat, only to be silenced by a berry being tucked into your mouth, and your thoughts fade out as you gently chew the sweetly tart fruit. Talons stroke down your back, a claw rubbing your wings/wingbuds in soothing circles, until your breaths start to even out. One last time you try to communicate, try to tell them something isn't right-

• Yet that dissolves into a content sigh as your head is laid again their chest, hearing the rumbling and thumping heartbeat underneath. The world slowly starts rocking around you, gently swaying back and forth... a tired noise slips past, then with a blink...

• You're asleep, dozing calmly on the adult's chest.

• They grin, watching as their little one takes a much-needed nap. They know that their transformation was likely rough, probably leaving them a little sore, hungry, and exhausted... But it was necessary. They feel their lips snarl lightly, as they remember why they and the others did what they had done. The incident... the past... it had hurt a lot of their dragonets. It had wounded them, enough to break some of them, to make them numb, leaving behind scared, frightened, hurt kids, who were a thread away from snapping... The adults weren't untouched, either. No. They had to deal with the aftermath, the care and healing of their kids, trying to keep them going and healthy and alive, besides keeping themselves sane. And they were left paranoid, fearful, vengeful, over what had happened. They tried to heal things as much as they could, but... nothing really seemed to make much difference...

• So they used a more... unusual method. Magic wasn't their first choice, but with it, they could start over... They could make things better, could give their kids (and themselves) a happier life, one not haunted by past mistakes and drowning doubts or plaguing nightmares. They kept their kids intact. They didn't erase their personality or their beliefs or who they were- But they put all of that in their subconscious, so they could be unburdened, so they could have a chance to heal and feel safe and loved on and cared for in this new state.

• With Reader, a few times they thought that maybe they weren't affected the same way... Except they still reacted the way a baby dragonet should. They tugged Reader closer when they thought about it. Their little honeydrop was probably just having their mind settling. Adjusting their body and mind and thoughts to match their age. And what a cute little baby they are! With their small wings/wingbuds, their soft antenna, bright little eyes, cute noises, and their stubborn baby-ness. How could they not want to bundle them up and never let go?

• They shift their wings to shield the two of them, forming a small canopy above them as they settle down to sleep. They can worry about everything else later. Right now, a nap with one of their little ones sounds like the best thing they can do... So with a soft sigh, they wrap a blanket around them, tucking the two of them into a warm, sleepy cocoon as they slowly sink into a cozy slumber...

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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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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU... From the Platonic Yanderes' Persepective:

(Warnings: Its the ❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU, so expect abuse, neglect, blood, and a whole lot of guilt. The platonic yans who knew Reader in the past weren't nice to them, and while they do get better, they didn't get better until AFTER they thought Reader had died... Viewer discretion is advised... Kurt, Kitty, Fred, Todd/Toad, and Lance joined AFTER Reader's "death"...)

• They don't think they'd always been that bad. That hateful. Awful. Horrible. Terrifying. Cruel. But whether they were or not... they'd turned into something they didn't even recognize, something that was a shameful, guilt-ridden part of their past.

• For the adults (The Professor, Storm, Mystique, Wolverine, Sabretooth, Magento, and Beast), Reader was... someone they acquired through odd means. They weren't the only one they had brought with them, as there were two others, similar to them, and all three were feral mutants. Yet somehow... compared to how the other children were, their "siblings" and the other kids, they didn't quite click. The kids (Scott, Jean, Evan, Rogue, Pietro, and Wanda) didn't like them much, either.. For both groups, perhaps it was how they talked about odd subjects, or was off in their own little world half the time. Maybe it was their forgiving nature, always smiling and trying to be nice no matter what they all said or did. Maybe it was because Reader was everything they had wanted for themselves, but had never been able to have, had never been able to be... Either way, it led to an annoyance. A dislike for them and their cheery voice and soft eyes.

• With the adults, they found Reader odd from the start. A child no older than five who, despite being an experiment, was not like their "siblings", nor like the other children they had on hand. They were... sweet. Cuddly. Someone who just kept trying and trying to get along and be friends with everyone. They didn't seem to have a mean bone in their body. It made them feel... weird. That they didn't seem to understand they were odd, that they weren't cared about all that much. How could they begin to? They were loud, they were persistent, they never seemed to want to be alone and didn't get what was wrong with the world. Not to mention all of the questions! They were irritated most of the time with them, tired of dealing with the steady stream of constant love and inquiries and attempts to hug them.

• Over the years, it was easier and easier to wear then down, to get them to shut up and stay out of the way. Reader didn't seem all that bright when it came to social cues or sarcasm or jokes or how the world really was, and the kids took every opportunity to poke at those. A few jokes here and there, whispers between each other when they were alone, practical jokes at Reader's expense. It was almost funny, watching them try so hard to understand what they were doing and getting all upset over it. Yet Reader never got angry. Hardly acted like a feral, hardly used any of their mutations to win, to protect themself. They made it so easy to mess with them. It was second nature for all of them to do so. To keep prodding and jabbing at their insecurities and lack of knowledge, earning snickers whenever there was more than one witnessing it. In the present, they all can't stop hating themselves over how they acted. How they were the reason they were gone. And how they weren't coming back. And it was all. Their. FAULT. And they couldn't change it, no matter what they did.

• Being the pseudo "siblings" to Reader made them targets, an easy mark (Laura Kinney/X-23 and Kyle Gibney/Wild Child). So they made it so they were the ones over Reader, the ones who were in control. The ones at the top of the heap. They didn't stick up for their "sibling", and they didn't intervene when the other kids messed with them. Why should they? They did it, too. Reader was at the bottom of the pecking order, be it with the kids or with the feral mutants in general. Just because they were a part of them didn't mean they'd stop. Didn't mean they'd coddle them or let their weakness rub off on them. Shoving them aside and staying away from them was natural for them. It wasn't their problem, and they weren't about to lose their own place just to help the most useless mutant they'd met. In the future, they'd wonder why they weren't more attached. Why couldn't they have stuck by their side, protecting them rather than shoving them into the deep end? Without Reader... where did that leave them? They were the only other one like them, someone who had tried to comfort them and befriend them, never caring if they got hurt in the process. Never holding their own shortcomings against them. And now they were gone, and it was awful, and they had one less pack member to run with.

• For the two older feral adults (Wolverine and Sabretooth) to teach Reader had been a task. They were someone who would rather hug someone than try to fight them, a kid who had to be told multiple times what to do, had to be walked through everything, and who seemed to fail almost every time when it came to being aggressive. Their annoyance ran deep, which turned to resentment, which turned to anger every time they saw them. How was THIS creature anywhere near related to them?! How was this thing even worthy of their powers? They were useless, pathetic, weak. They had some points when it came to strength and bite force, but that was a drop compared to the ocean of mistakes they'd made. The river of problems they were. Hating them didn't take much more. And how they'd hate this, looking back on it. They were monsters. There was no other way of saying it. It was their own fault, for pushing and forcing them and always yelling at them. Always letting their cub know what they thought of them, compared to the others. And they were left with a rotting, agonizing self-hatred for themselves. If they hadn't been so hard... If they hadn't been so cruel... Maybe their kid wouldn't have been dead, with no body to bury or mourn...

• No one was quite sure what led to the wounding of Reader. Perhaps it was a scalding lie, or pointing their fingers at each other until it eventually fell on them. Or maybe it was because they could blame it all on Reader, someone who couldn't defend themself and who no one cared if was punished. But when Reader had been dealt with... They were a different person. Someone who shook whenever the adults came by. Who kept away from the other kids with no prompting, walking the other way when they came by. They didn't speak unless they were asked a question, and they didn't look directly at anyone anymore. And their face... Where the skin was once smooth and unbroken, there were deep, rouge-stained gouges, a mark of their new change. It was welcome at first. Finally, they shut up and learned how they all felt. Until-

• They left.

• They left, in the dead of a snow-washed wintery night, leaving as fast as they could and not looking back. And a few of them pursued, chasing after Reader, who they knew was going to be in the largest load of trouble since two weeks ago, when they'd been taught their lesson. When they found them, they were at the edge of some rocks, a river close by and roaring below, and they all felt their ire grow. The adult/s demanded they come back, so they could be done with it. But Reader just stepped back, their arms folding up against their chest, eyes wide like a fawn caught by a predator. They'd demanded again, then again, yelling-

• CRACK!

• The rock fell out from under Reader, who screamed, high and terrified-

• And they were gone, swallowed by the raging waters below, bits of red and pink dotting the foam and surface, soon fading as the river roared on...

• Then suddenly... they weren't so angry anymore. For once, they felt... scared. Hollow. Horrified. It didn't matter when the adults ran over, checking over the remaining ledge and scanning the icy waves below, shouting loudly. It didn't matter when the kids who were with them peered around each other, trying to confirm what had just happened had actually happened. Nor did it matter when they searched the shores of the river and found nothing, save for a few pinkish bits of foam and shards of ice, carrying the scent of iron and frost. All that mattered was Reader was gone... And it was their fault. They had- they didn't mean- it was an acci- what- No matter what excuse they thought of or fleeting emotion they felt-

• Reader was DEAD. And they had no one to blame but themselves.

• The adults after that were... quiet. Sullen. Almost as though in a trance, like they were stuck on that night, like they couldn't get over the fact they saw one of their own kids just die right before their eyes. The kids weren't much better, trying to seek any comfort they could, whether they saw the death or learned it had happened. That winter was blistering cold, as though even the elements were numb and in disbelief.

• This was something they'd joked about... This was something that a few might have talked about... But now that it had actually come true... They didn't feel like laughing anymore. If anything, they felt like crying. Like curling up in a ball and disappearing from the world. This was- it was their fault, wasn't it? Thats what they all believe. If they'd reached out, or- or tried to befriend them, or maybe just treated them better, hugged them back once, they wouldn't have ran, and they wouldn't be frozen in the river, lost to the cold and quiet and night. But... maybe if they even HAD stopped them from running... who's to say they wouldn't have tried something else? If they thought they couldn't leave... would they have done something worse? Would they have actually-?! They feel sick thinking about it, throwing up when they can't stop themselves from imagining it. It's a nightmare, what they're living, and there is no waking up from it.

• The adults slowly start talking again, interacting with them and calling them all together... But according to them, they all... They all are going to try and be better. They say they never should have pushed them so hard, they never should have yelled or forced or neglected their emotional needs. That what they'd been doing before stops there, and it ends there. From now on, things are going to be different. And this time, they're going to learn from what happened. That no one is going to make the mistake they made again.

• They keep their word. The adults grow into caring, more loving figures. They listen to the kids, who turn to teens, and help them. If their views are different, they don't yell or roar or rage at them, don't force them to agree, they simply agree to disagree, and let them know they're there if they need to talk. If the ferals go into their instincts, instead of attacking each other or turning against the others of the facility, they go to a special room where they can simply go through their urges, cuddling together and trying not to cry or hurt themselves for what had happened. The teens become more understanding, caring individuals, being friends rather than foes, and help each other, staying careful of each other's feelings and boundaries. The adults are there, always trying to steer them away from danger, hugging them if they want it (even if they don't), fixing them food if they're hungry, playing games with them, and when they train, it's as a group, as a family, rather than as rivals stuck together.

• Somehow, about three years after Reader's death, a few of them had been exploring at a new area, where the river had run by. It's cold, being so close to it, and it still haunts their dreams, along with a blonde child with bright eyes... Yet one of them finds something, caught in the branches near an old den, sharp and thorny: A piece of cloth, tattered and withered by the wilds, but speckled with rusted brown... When they bring the tattered remnant back to their home, it's inspected, but when the adult ferals look it over... Their eyes go wide, and suddenly their sniffing it, soon looking at them and asking them in a desperate voice where they found it. The moment they say where it was, the entire group is called together to discuss something they haven't discussed in so long... The piece of cloth, it has Reader's scent... So there is the smallest, tiniest chance that... Reader might have survived, after all.

• It doesn't take any prompting for them to pull some of their team members together to form a group to investigate the area they found the shred of cloth, and to scout out the surrounding towns near it. If Reader did survive... they hopefully wouldn't have left the region. And if anyone had seen anything odd, such as a child with claws or a wet bedraggled cat of kid, they would likely remember it (and if they wouldn't share what they knew, they wouldn't mind threatening them to make sure they had every bit of information about it they knew).

• Searching the region, it's clear to see it is mostly desolate of human life, save for small towns hidden in valleys and forests, full of snow-capped trees and icy slicks of ice, flakes of snow falling down like rain. When they stumble on a tiny town surrounded by chilly woods and freezing weather, is when they finally catch word of someone who might have been Reader... A lone child, always quiet and scarred, who brings in pelts and bones for a living... Investigating further, the people say the kid has a family, a sickly parent and a relative who takes care of their schooling when they drop by, but that they've never seen them before. According to the kid, their family is paranoid, leaving them as the only one who isn't afraid of going out and making ends meet.

• Well. It seems they have their lead.

• And when they find a cabin, old and worn and wet, the air is scented... And the smell is one they haven't smelled in three years. Soon, a person can be seen, a lanky teen with long, scruffy blonde hair and bright eyes... The moment they see them, everyone freezes.

• Seeing them again... Seeing how scrawny they are... The scars that mar their skin all over... The hunched shoulders and wide, scared eyes... A scent that turns sharp and acidic, tainted by thick, overflowing fear...

• "Reader..."

• In a flash Reader bolts, darting into the cold woods, not slowing even when they call after them, not stopping when they go after them. Reader keeps a step ahead, fast as a hare as their feet carry them over rocks and past patches of ice. Even trying to dart them doesn't work, the tranquilizer thumping into the snow beside them. The snow keeps falling, dusting them all in powdery white flakes as they follow. The teens who came along fall back when the two ferals signal them, letting then know they'll handle the situation... It doesn't take them much longer to find Reader, cutting them off as they block off either side of the small clearing. And what a moment it is...

• Reader is so... small, compared to them. It doesn't help that they shrink in on themself, their fangs bared and eyes fearful. They can see the scars across their face better now, sliced in and deep, a different color than the rest of their flesh. It's hard, seeing them this way. They're too thin, too shaking, too fearful. Even scars line their arms, as though made by an object rather than by accident... And they realize that even though Reader has been away, they haven't been much better off...

• "Oh cub... What did we do ta ya?"

• Trying to step closer only leads to their cub stepping back. It doesn't take more than a heartbeat for then to try to dodge past them, swift and desperate-

• But one of them manages to snag them by the back of their shirt, dragging them into a hold. They try to reason with them, try to talk them down from a panic attack, being as gentle and sincere as they can. But nothing works. No promises of peace, no begging to help them, no pleas to calm down and give them a chance... None of it works. And they fight them. Sharp claws scratch at them, all while Reader struggles, screaming and wailing and biting, not stopping in the least. They try to do things without force one more time... But when their cub only cries harder, they know it won't go anywhere. Their kid is too deep into their trauma, too scared, and the most merciful thing to do is to cut it short.

• The syringe is jabbed in, quick and sharp, and pulled out a second later once it's empty. Explaing to their cub that it was only a sedative makes them cry harder, a broken sob escaping them. Their struggles grow wilder for a minute- until it starts to slow down, as the drug takes effect. They pat their head softly, a hiccup escaping the cub as the medicine calms them down, making them tired and relaxed. Feeling the way they slowly relax, their limbs slackening and their breaths slowing, a tired mumble coming from them... It isn't what they want, but they can't deny how right it feels, getting their kid to feel better. To soothe them when they've been hurtin'. When the cub passes out, slumping into his arms, he's every bit careful and soft, picking them up and letting his brother lead the way back to the others, alerting them that they have Reader with them.

• This isn't how they wanted it ta go... But... If this is what it takes ta keep 'em safe. Ta make 'em feel better. Ta take care of 'em... So be it. All that matters is helpin' Reader, keepin' em safe an' fed an' well, makin' em feel loved an' cared fer. They might have ta be a little forceful about it. That's fine. They'll be as gentle as they can, an' make sure their cub can't hurt themself er others. They'll keep 'em happy, they'll make it so they know how much they care. Even if it takes a lifetime, they'll keep proving how sorry they are, how much they missed 'em, how much they love them... They might well be immortal... Who's to say their cub isn't, too? And this time, they're all going to be a family. No more fighting. No more rivalries. All of them, together, will make things right. That's a promise that they won't break, no matter what comes their way...

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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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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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 month

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Hello! I was taking pictures of my cat and it got me thinking about the fallen snow au and the giant cat room you mentioned. I was wondering if you could make a little post of everyone reacting to reader sleeping in the cat room like this

No rush of course! Keep up the great writing ❤️

Oooooooh my heavens, look at that lil' bby!!!😍 They are so precious!!! And I can try to make a reaction headcanons list to how the different platonic yans act if they see Creed!Reader sleeping like this!!! Let's try it:

• Sabretooth would be purring, seeing his cub curled up like that. The guy would likely curl up with Reader, hissing if anyone who wasn't the other kids or his brother came close

• Wolverine would likely be having a cuteness meltdown on the inside (He does whenever he sees any of his cubs or pups doing something cute, he just shortcircuits on the outside for a second or two)

• Laura and Kyle (X-23 and Wild Child) would immediately be lying diwn next to Reader and hugging them like they were a stuffed animal. They woukd look like a pile of kittens or puppies sleeping together, not gonna lie

• If Scott or Jean saw them, they'd be taking pictures/mentally telling the Professor about it. They'd be trading the photos like trading cards, too

• Pietro and Wanda would be blushing, then asking if they can join the cuddle pile. Would find a way to steal Reader into their room if they knew they wouldn't face the wrath of the feral kids

• Rogue and Evan would just lay down without asking or taking no for for answer, and making themselves comfortable. They don't care what anyone says, for once Reader isn't aware enough enough run or hide, so they're hugging them, no ifs, ands, or buts

• The Professor would have pictures taken. He'd He'd also have Hank/Beast working on a new drug/medicine for the ferals, to help them fall into their instincts and to feel happy and calm. Is also able to read Reader's mind for once, since their mental walls are down, so he looks through everything that has happened to them, from their past to the after their escape to the present time

• Magneto would try to move Reader to his and his kids special room, then finds that he has to fight every feral and sleepy kid who joined them (even if they weren't allowed in the special feral room)

• Hank/Beast is working on a new set of drugs, sedatives, and medicines for the Reader and other ferals, to help them fall into their instincts easier, to help them feel calm, even to make them a little loopy/to lower their shields a bit. He asks if he can join, and when he promises to make an extra tracking device for Reader, is let into the snuggle pile

• Storm is let in, no questions asked, as Wolverine and Laura and Evan like her and view her as family. And because she could drop a snowstorm on Wolverine and Sabretooth and make it so she was the only adult allowed to be with the kids. So no one stops her if she joins them

• Mystique would try and sneak in. She wouod be caught, and depending on who catches her, woukd either be allowed to stay or (politely) thrown out

• The innocent teens (Kurt, Kitty, Toad, Fred, and Lance) would want to join, despite not knowing Reader well. They would be asked to wait a bit, and let the adults see if Reader will be up to it later (they want to make sure the drug/sedative still works well enough, and make sure Reader doesn't feel freaked out over having new packmates)

• Gambit, Colossus, Pyro, and Tabby are told they can join the other teens while waiting, and that in a few days they'll try and see if Reader is still up for it

• The ferals eventually say "scr*w it!" and kick everyone out, since they want time with THEIR cub/littermate, and everyone else can have their turn once they've had their's. They want to enjoy being with Reader, especially since they feel extra guilt at being related to Reader yet never helping them when they needed it most. So if they can offer comfort and warmth (and the adults can nurse them), then they'll take that chance

• The photos of sleeping Reader become trading cards, and soon, everyone tries to get photos of Reader when they're relaxed or just unaware. What can they say? They're cute, even if they are rather skittish and act like a (literal) feral kitten who's never been hugged. Of course, they now need to hide the cards from Reader, so as not to seem weird or even more avoided than they already are...

(Whoops! I, um... maaaybe did this for the ❄Milky Snow🍼 AU)... But it CAN be read for ❄Fallen Snow🩸 AU, too... Whichever one you prefer!!)

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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The bloodied snow au kinda like resonates with the 'open up your eyes' song from mlp 😆

Idk just a thought

Where reader also gets shunned out for her difference- and learning to never trust anyone but yourself kinda like that smthn 😸

True! I myself imagined the song "Other Friends" from Steven Universe The Movie! If you had to make the 🩸Bloodied Snow❄ AU a playlist, I'd recommend using or listening to Open Up Your Eyes, like you suggested, from My Little Pony The Movie, Other Friends from Steven Universe The Movie, Blood//Water by Grandson, Bloody Mary by Lady Gaga, Hayloft 2 by Mother Mother, Twisted by MISSIO, Bad by Royal Deluxe, Wolf In Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off, and Dance With My Demons by Blame My Youth...

🩸Bloodied Snow❄ AU Creed!Reader is pretty unhinged and traumatized. They don't want to leave their story at being the victim. They're so tired of being the helpless child who is beaten by their monsters. So this time... They're going to be the monster. The one that eats the other ones, that tears them down, that gets their fill and doesn't stop even then. They want blood, and they plan to get it, no matter the cost. Their wrath, their hatred, their fear, keeps them going when nothing else does. They could have chosen to slip off quietly, to never be heard from again... But they're so sick of going unheard. Of everyone getting away with hurting them. So this time, THEY are the one who's going to come out on top. They'll show their old "mentors", their "guardians", their peers, what a true mutant is. What it means to have complete power over someone. What it's like to be the prey hunted by the predator. Reader doesn't care about the innocent teens, the ones who are guiltless in their torment, their agony... They'll leave them alone... for now. But everyone else...? Heh. They're about to know what true suffering feels like. And nothing will stop them, nothing will hurt them, ever again...

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honey-minded-hivemind · 24 days

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OH I really like the idea of reader with an animalistic mutation! It could be something monster/werewolf-like, or possibly a different animal like a BEAR or some kind of big cat.

They'd have to be scared out of their wits, not able to rely on their powers and their enhanced senses doing nothing to help them out of this mess, because the pain they're in is blinding. Besides that they're caught up in freaking out at how their alive, despite all the gore and the wounds they're too scared to look at, they aren't dead, which makes no sense, and they want explanations that no one can give them.

On related note, If the kids did manage to slip away, somehow hiding under the radar for a few days even, I picture some sort of emergency forcing them to seek better refuge or certain supplies, and that's when their parents would catch up with them.

Lamb Anon

Ooooooo, that's good, thats good! I'm liking these asks, 🐑 Anon! I myself am always partial to a animal/feral mutation for Reader. And to top this situation off for you, and for everyone else? Imagine if Reader actually IS the blood child or relative of one the adults platonic yans. Maybe Reader was a child they gave up who only later wander back into their lives, only to later be ripped away by what had happened. Perhaps Reader was a mystery child they knew nothing about until after the event, and the guilt eats at them for never knowing their kid really WAS their kid by blood, too. Either way, it would only add fuel to the already massive fire that is the train wreck the kids are in. On a separate note, yes, the kids are also handling their own trauma due to dying? or almost dying, only to end up back in a world that they can't explain the changes of, but it's going rather poorly, not to mention they now have this to add to their growing trauma. It shouldn't be different, right, they couldn't have been down for long, the >,">#÷,/ only just happened, it's been at best maybe a day since what was done-

It hasn't been a day. It's not even the same year.

And they have no explanation why.

On a separate separate note, if the teens did escape the first encounter with their older, more grim and harrowing friends and family... They know they aren't out of the blue, not even close. They're dealing with people who know what they know, every plan and preparation and procedure for what to do if something goes wrong, how to track people, how to survive, places that are safe-

It's endless, how much they're out of their depth. They weren't sure they'd planned for this. That this was even a possibility. Sure, sure, they'd made a few safety precautions incase one or two of the teams' members went off the deep end or was mind controlled or possessed. They had never accounted for everyone being turned against them. And while yes, the four of them have powers and know how to use them, their powers (except possibly Reader's) aren't offensive. One of them can run really fast, faster than light if they want; one of them can walk through walls, doors, floors, anything; one of them can teleport anywhere within reason and within a two mile radius; and one of them has something that isn't any of that. Except they're all wounded, hurting, and traumatized. Fast guy can't run, phaser can't phase, teleporter can't teleport, and even though they could possibly afford to use their powers once or twice before complete collapse... they can't do so without leaving the others behind. And they don't want to leave anyone behind. So all they can do is stick together and hold out until they can make a better move. If only they have enough time to do so...

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honey-minded-hivemind · 1 month

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Bloodied snow au readerrr idk of the scars are still visible but yeah iam trying to make reader intimidating 💀💀

I would like to think that reader is like- wearing an armor to enhance their protection then some floofy cloak to keep them from the cold winter then they'll have accessories made from bones which was a crown then the earrings then necklace haha

But yeahhhh um this is it

It's been so long 🥹

Oh wow... I love it... You did good, @danni1323, you did good😍💖💛🧡

🩸Bloodied Snow❄ AU Creed!Reader looks like someone not to mess with, a monarch to an empire, a dynasty, of revenge. Their suffering may not end (not until they're dead or the platonic yanderes do something to them), but they'll show everyone who ever wronged them, who hurt them, who made them cry and bleed and hate themself, feel every drop of pain and fear and panic back, double, or triple, maybe even tenfold. They aren't going down without a fight, and they aren't stopping unless forced. This time, THEY are the monster come to feast, and they won't stop until their anger, their hatred, their fears, are sated, their turmoil finally put to rest... And then... They won't have to stick around any longer. They'll be done, and that means they aren't tethered to the past anymore. And finally, finally, they'll be free.

The platonic yanderes' only hope of stopping Reader is to capture them, and even then, they'd have to dig deep, deeper than even Reader can handle, to try and get to the heart of the matter. To try and fix them. To heal them. But they'd have to chain them down and make it so they couldn't fight them if they're to have any chance of coming near them without being attacked, of facing their full wrath and fear... So the question is... who will win? Will Reader win? Will the platonic yans? Will it be Reader's fears that come out on top? Which is going to be sane by the end? And what path will have to he tsken to get there?

(I didn't forget you, okay, Winter Anon! You requested a ❄Frozen Snow🌨 AU au of the au idea, where Reader was tired so much and slept so much, which helped keep the m alive in the ice, but once free, will now refuse to sleep, even if it's been days without any rest! And I'll get to it! It just might take a bit of time. Thank you💛❄)

(For @danni1323 :

Have a happy seal as a thank you!!! For your wonderful art and being nice!!!)

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honey-minded-hivemind · 17 days

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For the.📒Mutant High🧪 AU, remember the discussion/idea/scenario 🐝BeaBee imagined, and that I imagined to the point I thought they read my mind? where one (or more) of the ferals had to take off for a day to handle their instincts? And how they kept Reader with them, bundled up in the nest they made and unable to leave? Yeah...

So let's imagine a fun little scenario expanding on that:

Reader has a test that needs to get done. Except...

There are two problems.

One: It has to be done that very day, or the teacher from that class will either punish them for not doing it, even though they are required not to be there, or fail them... And..

Two: They're stuck with a feral (or two) because today was the day they experienced their instincts.

So, Reader has a small problem to fix.

It wouldn't be so bad if that one teacher who's having the quiz wasn't such a jerk (they were a human who didn't like any of the students, especially the mutant ones), and they knew Reader and a few others wouldn't be able to be free today to go to their class and take it. So what does Reader do?

They sneak off while the feral who is in the room with them is asleep. And it almost worked, too... except when Reader opened the door it creaked really loudly, their feral friend tried to hug them but they weren't there, so now Reader had to bar the door and promise to come back, just right after they've done the test.

It wasn't a surprise when once they'd reached the end of the hall, the door burst open... with an unhappy, enraged feral growling at the top of their lungs. Reader did the only thing they could think to do, and ran.

Running through the halls was usually prohibited, but in this case they had no choice. Look, they were doing their best! But if they didn't take the test, they'd be stuck with that awful teacher for awhile, and so would anyone else who missed that test! So if that means they're racing down the halls and stairs as fast as they can like a demon is after them, so be it! It only gets more complicated when they're having to rush an apology by everyone who ends up in their way, quickly shoving themself past them and apologizing as loud and fast as they can...

When they hear the confused, loud shouts behind them, followed by the angry huffing and snarling of their poor feral friend, Reader bolts around the corner. It doesn't take much longer to reach a few rooms, which they toss a few books and items into, hoping to throw their friend off their scent...

It takes a few more minutes, but they eventually reach their class, gasping and wheezing for air. Reader knows they look like a mess, and probably appear to be mildly out of it... but they made it!

...Only for the teacher to have a tight, not-so-happy grin on their lips, who opens their mouth, starting to snidely say something-

Then Mr. Lehnsherr slams the door open, face bright red and madder than anything Reader had seen before, looking more frazzled and out of sorts than Reader... along with the small group of students behind him, who look like a hurricane hit them...

"Who... said these students couldn't take their test another day?" His tone is sharp, and his eyes look like they could melt solid steel.

Everyone looks at the room's teacher, who quickly tries to backtrack, sputtering-

"SHUT IT! I just had to handle four of our feral students, when they should have been in their rooms! Along with them-" He spreads his hand to indicate the small herd of students with him. "They should have been dealing with these emotions safely away from the mains school body! So, tell me..." The chairs and hinges squeak, pens and pencil ends being crushed... "Why. Are. They. HERE?!"

The room is silent for a few moments, as the words sink in...

Then the teacher opens their mouth-

Only to be interrupted by Victor coming in, his amber eyes narrowed... and holding a bedraggled Logan and Kurt. His sharp grin indicates he's not pleased. Not. One. Bit.

"Ah... so yer the *sshole who riled 'em up! Peachy. Just. F*ckin'. Peachy. So now we know who can pay ta repair the mess around here!"

"I didn't do this!"

"Oh? Is that so? Then why aren't they-" He hefts the two younger ferals up- "and them"- he jerks his head at the scuffed students- "in their rooms? Tell me, what was SO important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?"

The teacher goes red, almost purple, in the face at his words, opening their mouth again-

"Save it fer the headmaster. I'm sure they'd love to hear who helped cause a school-wide incident."

Their mouth snaps closed, their face going from bright red to pale and ashen.

"Thank you, Victor," Mr. Lehnsherr mutters, then takes control again. "Students who were told they had today off, please fof the love of Cha- for the sake of not causing any more unnecessary damage, please go back to your feral friends' room. And please do not leave again, unless it's an emergency." He turns around, and the teacher is tugged forward, a metal ruler pushing them until they start walking. "As for you, you're coming with me. It seems we need to talk about necessary and unnecessary risks and rules..."

"Well, now that that's settled- Reader! C'mon! Let's get back before J- Logan bursts something," calls Victor, and Reader gets up, joining the disgruntled group of ferals and feral-buddy students. They discover Hank, who's holding Laura, while Bobby and Warren chat with each other. A few others are Pietro and Evan, who busy themselves by keeping up a light discussion with Todd. Rogue is there, same as Kitty, both of them helping to hold the other up, while chatting at Kurt and Logan, who both look rather unhappy.

Well...

They'll all be lucky if their feral friends are calmed down by Friday...

Still...

"Okay, everyone, let's keep it moving! Grab yer buddy er whatever and get the h*ll back ta yer rooms... Don't want to deal with that ... headmaster...hhhrmmmphhh... rnnnghhh..."

After what felt like the longest fifteen minutes, they all end up back in the dorms, each group splitting off and making plans...

Reader let's out a small noise as they're picked up, soon ending up back in the room they left earlier that morning...

"You... hrmmph! Just stay put-"

And Reader finds themself back where they started, albeit with their friend/s curled around them, making sad, wet animals noises and unhappy growls...

"Um... I'm sorry?"

"..."

"If I make pancakes in a few days, will you forgive me?"

That earns a pleased, happy chirp/growl, and Reader settles into the nest. It's going to be a long day...

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honey-minded-hivemind · 17 days

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Okay, okay... I had another au idea... It's a bit like the 🌺Lotus Eater AU, but... this would be its cousin au, kinda? Their themes match a bit, so do a few elements, but they're both stand-alone AUs?

I call this one... 🌸This Could Be Paradise🌙 (AU)...

A basic plot/premise for it would go something like this:

Reader wakes up on a strange (what they assume is an) island, but it's rather... big. It has fresh water almost in every water environment, it has plentiful fruits and vegetables and even prey animals, such as fish and chickens and cows... It's... quiet, though.

Then, one day, someone shows up.

(I'm going to say... Gambit... becausewe need a bit of comfort and so does he, after @][>)÷= @][>)÷=) (and he's a fun character, who's like a big brother/fun uncle)

And for once since they've been there, Reader feels hopeful and not wary, because this is someone they know, someone who is usually easy to talk to, and will likely have a plan to get off wherever they are.... Except he doesn't. He's acting... weird. According to him, he knows only his name and a few faces; otherwise, he doesn't remember anything besides waking up in a dark cavern on the island...

Reader is understandably freaked out.

Okay, the man with the plan doesn't remember much, if anything. So that leaves Reader as the idea person. Okay. They'll try to work with that.

Good news: The island isn't hostile and has plenty to eat and drink. There's no violent or crazy people so far. And if there IS a problem, they aren't currently running from it, so that's a plus. Does that make the situation good? ... No, not really. But it does make it better than 85% of most other insane situations they've been in. Bad news: They're (possibly?) alone on an unknown island. They haven't seen anyone else. And the only one of them who knows enough to remember they're in a weird, if not bad, situation, is Reader. Not the worst situation they've been in, again. But not ideal, either. So their plan?

They get to explore every inch of the island they're on, until something pops up that can help them.

It works.... albeit after three days of trying to explain Remy's life to him, with him mostly not believing Reader, or thinking they're very creative, but not remembering things correctly. They find a large, grandiose, very very odd... house? mansion? mall? city?... whatever it is. It's very big, it's spacious, and it's clean, from what they can tell. There are buildings within this one large one? Yet it doesn't make sense. (How can any of these places be here?) There are a few museums, galleries, aquariums, cafes... large rooms full of blankets and pillows and beddings... even things likes pools and gardens and balconies and whatever else one can imagine. Reader and Gambit, after going deeper inside the vast place, do find someone... It's one of their friends/teammates/mentors... (Reader is so glad that Gambit recognizes that mutant, because maybe now someone will think they aren't crazy)... Yeah. So, they do think Reader is the odd one out. According to them, they've been there the entire time, and they don't remember ever not being there...

Reader is rightfully scared now.

The two of them are invited to join the others, and while Gambit accepts, happy to see more of the people he remembers, Reader hesitates. They eventually accept, but keep their distance. Each step they take, every turn and new hall and new room, only makes them feel more on edge... They eventually meet with the others. For the most part, things seem okay on a surface level. But deeper? Most of them either don't remember anything before waking up in the buildings or cavern, or they simply change the subject... So Reader, while the others are distracted, slips away, going to find the root of the problem...

And somehow, they don't find anything.

The island is mostly empty, save for the animals and some diffent environments, but otherwise? There aren't any other buildings beside the... whatever the big one was. There aren't any other people there that Reader can tell. And they seem to be the only one who remembers... anything. No one seemed hurt. No one was unhappy. But... what the fr*ck is going on?

They find their answer when they eat a few odd flowers/fruits...

Their taste is sweet, saccharine... Their colors are appealing, inviting... Their scent is calming, heavy... But when Reader takes a bite...

It's like they can't remember a few things. And when they take another, smaller bite... those memories only blur further...

Suffice to say, they toss the flower/fruit as far from them as they can, and go to tell the others.

They do get to the building, navigating the complicated corridors and halls, and eventually find one of the adults. Reader explains everything, and the adult agrees with them, at the least saying it makes sense... only to then ask what's wrong with it. Leaving Reader confused and growing more nervous by each minute. The adult points out that they realize they are not from there, that they've known the entire time, but... do they really want to go back to where they used to be? What they remember, the few things not completely blurred out or wiped from their mind, depicts nightmares, hatred, fear, violence... So they ask Reader if that's what they remember too, and if so, are they really wanting to go back to that? To trade what is ultimately a safe haven, a paradise for all of them, for what sounds like H*ll?

Reader is quiet for a moment... and then they leave.

They're alone. None of their friends/family/teammates believe them, or they if they do, they're purposefully keeping quiet about the truth. Except... They get an idea. What if maybe the flowers/fruits act as a mind control/brainwashing thing as well? It's sweet as sugar, it smells like lavender and honey and chamomile, it's nice to look at... so what if it's purpose isn't just to make everyone's mind be wiped, but it was made or specialized to make them want to stay that way as well? ... It's gutsy, is what it is. And to find out, Reader is going to have to be very careful... There's one person who has been around them, and despite thinking they're odd, they'll likely go along with what Reader has planned: Remy...

Reader is careful, approaching him. They ask if he's willing to help them figure something out, to see if they're crazy or not... And they feel guilty when his eyes soften and he's trying to say they're not; yet Reader asks if he can let them explain... With a nod as their answer, they do: He and the others eat a sweet flower/fruit, and drink whatever juices or nectar come from it, right? Well... what would happen if they stopped eating it? Just for a while? Reader sighs in relief when Gambit agrees, then asks if they can keep it a secret until their test/game is over... which he agrees to, if only to cheer them up and calm them down...

Spending a week watching everyone and making sure their plan isn't found out is difficult. It's trying, especially when Reader is trying not to draw attention to themself or what they and Remy are doing... It's even harder when no matter what the conversation is about, Reader feels like they can't really say much because they know too much, and they'll be written off or considered more insane... Yet finally, (praise the heavens finally) five days have passed, and they can check on Remy... and they feel guilty, seeing how he seems nervous and fidgety for once. Because apparently they were right. It only takes a few pokes and prods at his memory for everything to come back, and Reader is soon trying to comfort him, because now he knows, too, and he isn't sure how to get them out. Somehow, after talking over what Reader's found, they devise a plan...

They need to leave. As soon as possible. If they can get someone else to follow them, then if they're too busy searching, then the two of them can try to drag them with them so they can make a rescue plan. Their one problem? Who to pick...

Whomever they choose, Reader is apologizing the entire way to them, all while Remy keeps trying to keep the peace between the three of them and keep them from running off. They have at most a week or two before they're caught, if they're lucky. Slowly, while they stay hidden and keep moving, the person they caught slowly feels the effects slipping away... And they slowly try to get Reader to confirm what is or isn't true, asking what their plan is...

And then during one night, it all goes south...

Remy wakes up to find their third member is missing, so he goes to find them, or at the least goes to see if they are on their side or not... Before he can find them, he's caught by a few of the adult platonic yans, who explain that they can't let them leave... Something saccharine and honey is forced into his mouth, and when's he's forced to swallow, his mind starts to blur around the edges... He tries to fight it, tries to fight them, but each movement sends him stumbling, to the point he's being held up... The last thing he hears before he blacks out is a soft apology, then everything fades to nothing...

Reader wakes up, possibly sensing the danger, and realizes they're alone. They carefully call out for Remy, then the other friend/teammate... And are met with cold, crushing silence. In a heartbeat they're up, staggering through the dark and hunting for any clues they can find... They stumble upon where Remy was caught, and a bit off is another area, showing signs of a struggle... and Reader realizes they truly are on their own now...

Reader goes to rescue them, able to enter and explore the behemoth building without any problem or kerfuffle... But everything in the building is so... quiet... Dark... A secret threat waiting to pounce... Reader manages to find a hall that smells of antiseptic and that thick, heavy scent of honey and nectar, and goes down it. They stumble into a lab area, soon finding Remy incapacitated, and Reader takes a step forward...

Only to hear a shift behind them, barely dodging just in time.

They weren't alone in the room. They'd been followed the whole time.

A few of the adults are there, and in the dim light of the shadows, Reader can almost swear their eyes glow a soft, faint pink. They say they need to stay still, and let themself be taken care of... That they've been feeling unwell, and that it's not necessary for them to hold on to the past, to the pain...

Reader runs, darting away from the hands that go to grab them. They're able to keep distance between themself and the others, carefully not to touch anything or slip... Yet when they notice one is missing...

Something heavy slams into them, holding them still, and the next thing they know something pricks them... A gentle feeling fills them, soft and sleepy and quiet, yet no matter how Reader tries to break free, they're soon limp, limbs heavy and head foggy, as they're carried to a medical table. Something... someone... says something, but it's faded before Reader registers what it is... Something wraps around their wrists, then their ankles... an object is placed against their face, forcing something sweet and thick into their senses... and slowly, everything fades...

(Reader wakes up awhile later, and are told they and Remy are going to be forced to forget what happened, their past, everything before waking up on the island... That it's for their own good, for everyone's good, and that they're only going to hurt themselves trying to escape. And for what? To go back to a world that hates them? That reviles them? A world that almost killed them? No... They'll be safer, healthier, happier, where they are. All they have to do is let themselves be taken care of, to let them get the medicine, that honeyed, nectary sweetness, back into their system, and everything will be okay... Just take calm, deep breaths, and let them handle everything, okay? They've got them... they're safe... Just take a deep breath... and relax...)

(Reader has a plan to escape, but... that is for part two...😉) (If you have questions about this AU, or the 📒Mutant High🧪 AU or 🖤Dark AU, feel free to ask them! I'm just not doing requests at the moment😊)

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honey-minded-hivemind · 17 days

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I have several ideas for a few scenarios/episodes for the 📒Mutant High🧪 AU, so I'm going to put them down for now (I think these are a few basic ones, but they'll do):

• In the 📒Mutant High🧪 AU, if Reader spent an entire week without sleep or eating much, you can bet one of the platonic yans is slipping something in their cup of chocolate milk or hot cocoa... They likely proceed to get Reader back to their bed, while wrapping them up in a blanket (some of them will spend the night/morning cuddling with Reader, enjoying the extra time with them and the warmth)

• Breakfast is usually a calm affair... or at least a pretty tame one, if not entirely calm. Reader probably helped make some of breakfast, and the moment the platonic yans catch word of that, thet are trying to grab every piece they can of Reader's cooked goodies (especially their pancakes, most definitely the pancakes) (a few fights almost break out, until Reader shows up, and then they're all calming back down)

• If Reader isn't eating much during breakfast, they will end up with their plate being filled by the other students, usually with a part of whatever they were having for breakfast. Suffice to say, Reader usually eats a few bites of the food they were given, even if they aren't hungry or aren't feeling well, so as not to upset their friends

• When one of the platonic yans falls sick, Reader takes it upon themself to take care of them. And they go all out. Reader is getting them a heating pad or a cold wash cloth, depending on if they have fever or chills; they're making chicken noodle soup from scratch, while also grabbing whatever crackers they can find, so as not to upset the platonic yan/s stomach; they're finding every blanket they can and making a bed/nest for them, adding fluffy pillows and stuffed animals, especially the heatable or lavender scented ones; Reader even grabs homework and makes notes for them, so the platonic yan/s don't have to worry about that while they recover... (they do their best to repay Reader after they're well again, and they do get their chance if...)

• If Reader fell sick, they have almost every platonic yan offering to keep an eye on them while they work on feeling better. Be it by getting them food, giving them medicine, helping them sleep, or anything else that needs to get done, they'll do it. That's their little buddy/pup/friend/pal/sibling/child, okay? They certainly don't mind helping them... (and if it means they get to hug them all day AND skip class, then that's a win-win in their book!)

• If an accident happened to the platonic yans, Reader is there to help them. They have a few band-aids on hand, and some clean water; they have a few pain-relief pills, for emergencies; and they have the teacher or school nurse coming, or getting ready for them, so if they can hang tight for one second, Reader can help-

• If Reader ended up in an accident... It had better be an accident. If someone hurt them... their will be h*ck to pay... The platonic yans are taking them to the nearest nurse's office, teacher, or bathroom, depending on the problem, and are doing what they can to keep their little buddy from feeling worse than they already do. If it's a papercut, they have a band-aid for them; if they fell and bruised themself, they're checking for sprains or broken bones; if they feel sick, they're getting Reader to the nearest bathroom, in case they're getting ill; and if someone hurt Reader or tried to bully them... well, a few of them take care of Reader and get then somewhere safer, while the rest of them handle the troublemakers...

• Movie nights are fun, and usually are a sleep-over night as well. While a few platonic yans like letting Reader choose the movie, a few have a few options in mind... And the first one who puts on an actual actual movie (not, like, Abbot and Castello Meet The Whatever or the 1930s classic ones, I mean something that's more... scary... actually scary), after seeing Reader cry, and is possibly scared themself and the others, swear off horror movies over PG-13... Plenty of them argue over who gets to sit next to Reader, but ultimately Reader decides (most of the time)... If they fall asleep next to anyone, that platonic yan (or two, if there is one on either side of Reader) gets to hug Reader while they sleep... And then everyone ends up in a large cuddle pile, because of course they do... (They make sure to have a sleepover every week, if not every few days)

(These were a few scenarios/episode ideas for this AU! 😊 I will probably make another list, if not actually write one of these scenarios, so I look forward to that)

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honey-minded-hivemind · 18 days

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Omg I’m so invested in this au now!!!! I love the vibe and everything you said about it so far. Your last post/answer about how the mutants sometimes get days off due to their mutation gave me this thought:

Some teacher, doing attendance: Reader Readerson?

Laura: Shes excused today because of feral reasons

The teacher: Huh? I thought she didn’t show a mutation yet? I wasn’t informed that she developed a feral mutation…

Laura: she didn’t

Teacher: then what are you talking about?

Laura: Logan started nesting and he’s refusing to let Reader out of his room right now, it has something to do with the protective instinct with the weakest member of the pack.

Teacher, stunned:

Teacher: okay, I’m not going to get involved in this, let’s just continue with chapter 7.

(Also I love 🐝 BeaBee!!!! Amazing. That’s what I’ll sign off with from now on)

- 🐝 BeaBee

Did you read my mind?! That's what I was thinking!!!😱😃 And yay, Laura! They, Reader, is too sweet to say no, and most likely they were asleep when the instincts took over, so it's not like they can leave anyway without causing a very, very big problem...

But yes, whenever the feral or partially feral mutants have to take a day off to handle their instincts (they're in a school and they can't hug or attack or nest regularly), they almost always request for them or move Reader into their room to cuddle with. So, that means Hank, Logan, Victor, Kurt, and Laura... along with possibly Todd, too... And Reader is slightly confused but happy to help! It would be nice, though, if they could get up to get them all food... (It's been three hours since they woke up, and no one has eaten anything since about 5:30pm or 6:30pm last night...)

• And to be fair, a few of the ferals do share rooms with each other/are roommates... For instance, Kurt and Todd possibly share a room, along with Evan and Pietro (they have bunk beds, and are bunk buddies)(Reader will jokingly see them as a quartet, like Ninja Turtles or some Power Rangers)

• Laura is likely with Kitty or Rogue, but because everyone sleeps over a lot in the rec rooms, she's usually able to curb most of her instincts by sleeping against Logan or cuddling with Reader.

• Aaand Victor and Logan share a room. Whenever Victor deals with instincts, he's the only one allowed out of the nest (their beds end up pushed together and covered with every blanket, sweater, and jacket they have) (Heaven help the school if all of the ferals/partially ferals are out the same day... Because they're likely keeping Reader with them, and no one is sure they can take on all of them to get Reader back to class/breakfast/lunch/recess...)

(Okay! You, ❤ Anon, I now dub🐝BeaBee!)(😊 And if you want to discuss more of this au or the characters or the world-building/backstories, please, feel free to ask about it or talk about it!)

(I and 🐑 Anon finished discussing the seven adults and their potential as Reader's parent in the 🖤Dark AU, and I was wondering: which platonic yandere adult would you want as Reader's parent? I'm curious. You can choose up to two or three, as I realize choosing just one is a little hard)

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Another cute scene I thought of:

Kitty: what did you guys get on question 6?

Pietro: I got 7

Wanda: I got 9

Kitty: Damn, I got 42, guess I flunked this math quiz… Reader, what did you get?

Reader, with this expression 🫠: I got George Washington…

-Later-

Professor Xavier (who’s favorite student definitely isn’t reader, what are you talking about?): I got your tests back. Except for Readers, sadly your test…drowned. You get an A though

- ❤️ Anon

🤣😂😅 Oh dear... I can see that happening! But I raise you this: What if Reader actually was correct? Now that would be hilarious 😆...

• I headcanon Reader is great with things like algebra and multiplication, just maybe not word questions in math or English

• Reader is good with drawing notes, charts, and diagrams/pictures for science, biology and anatomy classes. Scarily accurate, in a way, at least compared to the other teens closer to their age

• Reader has weaker arms, but really strong legs. They're a good defense on sports teams, so they're more likely to block someone or hit/kick/strike the ball to someone else (they accidentally kicked someone in the shin, hard enough for then to fall over in agony)

• Reader is good at baking/cooking. They tend to be okay with measurements, but struggle a bit when it comes to dry vs. wet ingredients and diffent oven temperatures

• I'm going to say the campus appears similar to a boarding school: Everyone lives there, basically

• Reader does not have a roommate; they are invited to stay over with others, though... or have a few platonic yans invite themselves to stay over with Reader in their room

• The town near the school (it's a few miles out) is pretty much like a ghost town, save for a few odd individuals... There are places to go for field trips, such as a science and history museum, an aquarium, an art museum, and some landmarks/environments such as a mountain range, the beach/coast, and a few forests...

• The Town has a few places to visit, for food or clothes or movies, it's just... really, really quiet... If it weren't for the few people living there, one would think they're in the middle of nowhere...

• Is there a uniform? Not exactly? Everyone has to wear a wristband that states their name and school number, but otherwise? There isn't much of a dress code

• The campus has dorms, it has a few built-in cafes and galleries, as well as an auditorium, gymnasium, pool, garden, library, and a few other places... (Don't look beneath the /&>=# &!))... )

• The students and teachers have their own living areas and recreational rooms. Sometimes the students throw large sleepovers in one or two of their rec rooms, because no one's room is big enough to hold everyone; Reader, once they join the school, is being invited to these sleepovers almost every time

• The students, the mutants ones, have their mutations. Sometimes they have to take a day or two off, due to them (namely those who have feral mutations and instincts, those with mind-reading or telepathy, those with specific needs where their mutation has to be controlled, ex. Rogue wearing gloves, Scott wearing glasses, etc.)

• Reader has a mutation, but for some unknown reason, it isn't showing or known to the students or teachers... They've had tests done and had the feral mutants see if they can scent the X-gene from them (it causes a distinct scent), and so far Reader has passed each test... It's confusing for a lot of them...

• There is a dark secret buried beneath everything, something pulling a few characters' strings and forcing paths and actions... But this secret keeps itself hidden and unknown... What I can say, without spoiling anything, is that it's not one person who's behind it... It's several...

And these are a few fun facts to know about the 📒Mutant High🧪 AU!

(Thank you, ❤ Anon, or Bee🐝!) (Or BeaBee🐝!)

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