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[chemicalmongrel]

misstantabismuses:

She was about to hoist the heavy bucket over her shoulder when a new sound caught her attention. It had been barely audible, however, it had been unmistakably the sounds of paw prints and dark claws touching the cobblestone. Though the creature seemed to be able to move remarkably quietly for its size.

Interesting.

Jinx put the paint bucket down again and pulled out her Gatling gun. Hand resting on the handle, she tried to figure out where the monster was coming from. Jinx cleared her throat and called: "Heyah! I know you are here, big monster. Why don't you come out? I promise I ain't gonna shoot yah...yet."

Something dull and muffled echoed in the beast's ears. They snapped to attention and angled toward the source. But it was hidden amid the alleys and thoroughfares, drowned out by the gathered throngs incessant chatter and foot traffic. So wherever it may have came from was lost, heard by the monster alone in the city that never slept. Then the iron and copper filtered into its nostrils. It lifted its head off its forearms and looked down the street.

Burnt, twisted metal mingled with the pungent stench of gunpowder. Notes of sulfur indicated a discharge. Like someone had packed too much ground pepper into a single bite of chicken and felt it up in their sinuses. Yet there was something else running undercurrent to the poignant awfulness. Something threaded through the caustic gray hanging heavy in the air. The iron and copper. A heady scent the howler could pick out from halfway across the city, whether topside or skirting along the sumps. One that incited the chambers in its back to shift and grind glass against metal. Regardless of whether this was what the man was looking for, it was something neither could ignore.

It rose up and shifted across the rooftops, scaling the pipeworks and weaving through vent stacks. Smog clung to its fur. Wispy trails of the gray curled past its shoulders. Each breath leaving a gout of the chemical pollutants billowing out from the esophiltres lodged in its shoulders. This city was the howler's hunting ground. No hazard it had could hamper the hunt. Wandering toward an alley where the flicker of chem-lumens was dimmest, the beast smelt something new. It was one of citrus with a metallic tang. But it was minute compared to the intensity of the gunpowder and iron. Whoever was behind it knew how to pick secluded spots. For this alley was out of the way of any prying eyes. A sharp mind. The scrap of glass against metal grew while the mechanisms woven throughout the creature whirred in anticipation. Mucus-green eyes cut through the dark and saw a small woman standing amid a ruin of paint, the aftermath of an explosion and the telltale signs of tinkering. Her twin tails brushed the cobble. Each a vibrant cobalt blue that clashed with the droll palette of the alley. Blue. A painful sensation yanked at the man, tugging the beast's heart and head. It dropped from the roof and landed with nary a sound save the click of its claws against the ground. But it was still enough for the woman's attention to be piqued. Another predator? Possibly. She spoke and his ears cringed, flattening back against his skull. Blue. Pink? SHUT UP! The monster emerged from the shadows when she turned, eyes pointed toward where the shadows were densest. It towered over her, hunched over as it was. And unveiled the fur and teeth and sick green glow of the chemicals coursing through its body.

Glaring down at her, the creature snuffed the air while the machinery in its back whirred. "You were there..." came the low rumble of gravel from the back of its throat.

[lazyjellyfish300]

by the moon 🐺

Synopsis: the story of you, the daughter of a village baker and how you came to fall for the mysterious Atsuya Kusakabe who harbors a dark secret that plagues him every full moon. One problem: you're betrothed to Naoya Zenin who you do not love. 🌕

Banner/divider cred: @/saradika-graphics

Words: 9.3k (I can't believe it either tbh)

CW: x FEMALE! READER, MINORS DNI, SMUT, P IN V, LOSS OF VIRGINITY, MASTURBATION, CUNNILINGUS, SUI IDEATION MENTION, PET NAMES(PRINCESS, SWEETHEART, ETC) SOME HISTORICAL MISOGYNISTIC ATTITUDES, DARK CONTENT, DUB CON, POSSIBLE NON CON JUST IN CASE, IT'S NOT TOO CRAZY BUT PLSSSSS TAKE CARE IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE. INFIDELITY , BITING, WEREWOLF! KUSAKABE, KNOTTING, BREEDING, PREGNANCY, ROUGH SEX, SPIT, CUM, CREAMPIE, NAOYA SUCKS, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP WITH NAOYA, CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR, NEAR DROWNING, VIOLENCE, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD, DOMESTIC VIOLENCE, ANGST, FLUFF, NON GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF KILLING ANIMALS

A/N: for the amazing Monster Mash event hosted by the incredible @nanamiscocksleeve . Thank you sooooo much for having me!! 💕💕 HAPPY SPOOKY SEASON! 🎃👻 And ty to @actuallysaiyan for being my source of inspiration for my first go round writing werewolf smut. 💕😩

Snow in October was rare, yet the quiet beginnings of the unexpected snowfall began to dust the ground, the shimmery white blaring against the deep orange and green of the forest.

You tugged your blanket tighter around you as though you could sense the bitter chill directly through the frosted window of your new manor house, its unforgiving walls causing your mind to wander far off elsewhere during this same time of year, five years ago...

He was the first and only man you ever loved, and the way you met him was entirely by accident.

The riverside village you grew up in was quaint, surrounded by trees with the innumerable evergreens of the deep forest just on the outskirts.

Despite its charmed exterior, its inhabitants were gossipy, prone to mob mentality, and rather superstitious. One stray rumor quickly added kindling to the fire of another like a domino effect, leaving the poor victim scorched and shunned. And although you knew better, something about you always yearned for something greater outside the small minds of your town, the daughter of a mere baker.

Day after day, smoke and chatter filled the small streets as merchants hustled for a living. Farmers ushered livestock, fish were gutted, and business carried on as usual. Preparations were well underway for winter's timely arrival as the village made haste to meet this year's quota to avoid famine.

A large chunk would go to House Zenin, led by Naobito, the ruling Lord of the region who lived on the other side of the mountains. An early frost like this caused winter's kill to afflict the vast river and the population of fish, putting many livelihoods in jeopardy.

This unsettling pressure was tangible in your interactions with the locals, including your father who was more short tempered than usual as the orders for bread came in quicker than he could fulfill.

So, you did what you do best which is run away into the forest despite numerous warnings and disapproving nods from your neighbors not to wander off, especially during the heart of October when the full harvest moon's appearance would happen like clockwork. This would could give way for a completely new problem that plauged nightmares and local legends:

Lycanthropes.

This year in particular coincided with a blue moon.

The issue of a werewolf had not haunted the village in hundreds of years. Though, with this blue moon on the horizon, it only fanned the flames of unrest, villagers insisting the Gods must be angry due to this year's scarcity and were sending a werewolf as penance for their grievances.

However, some took this opportunity to indulge in the fascination behind the supernatural and trade old stories around the fire during the harvest festivities, hearty drunken laughs echoing from the bitter ale.

You supposed, as you thought to yourself as you sauntered through the expanse of the forest floor along the twig laden paths, that coming face to face with a werewolf wouldn't be all that terrifying.

Who's to say those beasts weren't capable of feelings or just as fearful of humans as they were of them? You thought it thrilling to run underneath the moon and be chased by such a creature. A creature that ran on two legs like a man with claws and sharp teeth, big and strong. Easily overpowering you. Something oddly alluring about the primality, the taboo behind the uncertainty of what he'd do to you when he caught you. You, his helpless prey he'd rip out every corner of the forest that concealed your sweet, sweet scent away from him...

But all of these things, you surmised, would land you directly in the village looney bin had anyone else accessed your thoughts.

As you wander, you don't realize you're being watched until your observer makes himself known.

"Village is that way, miss."

You whirl around, eyes widened when you're greeted with the stern gaze of a young man who was weathered and rugged like someone much older, eyes a shade of brown that competed with the intensity of the bark of trees that surrounded you. Bushy brows that almost met in the middle, dark spiky hair, and a sharp jawline that framed his handsome face.

"I'm sorry -I'm..." You hesitate. The first rule not to wander in the forest, already broken, soon to break the second of not speaking to strangers as well.

"I'm not looking for the village..."

Atsuya Kusakabe tilts his head. You were like a lost fawn. A dead one if your survival skills and sense of judgement were truly as poor as his prior observations of you led him to believe.

"Do I know you?" You prod, eyes searching his face attempting to jog your memory. "Wait, I think I know you..."

Kusakabe looks away, trudging silently towards his cottage that was tucked further down the path, towing a wooden cart with fishing tools and you stumbling behind him.

"You're...are you....you're the Kusakabe boy?"

You had heard rumors of the scorned family, who, many years ago were banished after the mother was thought to be a witch. The fate of her young son remained unknown, until now.

Your eyes catch a glimpse of one particularly long scar that adorned his forearm. He takes notice and unfurls his sleeve down in response.

"Ya really shouldn't be out here. If ya turn back now, you'll be home before sunset." He shoots an annoyed look at you when he realizes he won't be rid of you so easily. "Seriously, you're not concerned about your safety at all?"

"I am, I just—"

"Jus' what?"

You shrug. "I like being in the forest. It's better in here than it is out there."

"Really, a girl who likes being in the woods?" Kusakabe's eyes narrow as you approach the small cottage together.

"Yeah. I mean it's not so far fetched. My dad's insufferable. The villagers are annoying. The girls my age want nothing to do with me and the boys my age are all painfully rude and arrogant. It's much better in here where I can be alone."

"Well, get used to it, princess. In here is no place for someone like you."

"Someone like me?"

"Yes, you. You're delicate." His eyes briefly appraise you again.

"I'm not made of glass."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

Kusakabe scoffs. "You're one of those proper girls. Ya know the ones that spend all their time reading books? The pretty ones that always get married off to some rich bastard Lord an' have a bunch of babies."

You couldn't help but remain stuck on the fact that he called you pretty as he turned his back to you, stowing the cart in a shed adjacent to his cottage.

"Well, you're wrong about that. I'm not getting married to any Lord." You straighten up.

"Right, we'll see about that." Kusakabe leans boredly against the shed.

Silence persists for a moment and you try to think of a way to prolong this encounter.

"You're a fisherman?"

"Ya."

"Where do you fish? I've never seen you at the river." You lean on your hip, eyes trained on his.

"I don't go to that river." Kusakabe folds his arms.

"Why?"

He clears his throat, his family history flashing briefly in his mind. "For reasons..." The pause in his voice contains an indiscernible pain behind it. "I go to the lake on the other side of the forest."

"There's a lake?" Your curiosity is piqued.

"Ya? Ya never seen it?"

"Well, maybe you can show me one day?"

"Not a chance, miss." A smile tugs at his lips after thinking for a moment longer. "Okay.... Maybe. But I wouldn't be doing all this for free."

You think carefully. "How about some bread? And in exchange you show me the lake and the ins and outs of the forest I don't know about."

Kusakabe's stomach inevitably grumbles. It had been so long since he tasted bread, having been exiled from the village so long ago. Such things were a luxury to him. He can't help but agree.

"Deal." He notices the sun beginning to dip in the sky. "But seriously, get going, princess. Night's just gonna get darker." He reaches for a lantern that sits on the gate in front of the cottage. "I'll walk with ya."

You walk together, chatting the whole way while he silently listened, fighting to disguise the faint ghost of amusement on his face as you incessantly speak, recounting stories from your childhood, what you ate yesterday, your theories on how the universe came to exist while he escorts you to the forest's edge.

"Well, here ya are, miss. Have a g'night."

"Goodnight, Atsuya."

He smiles, his name was warm when it fell from your lips. His first pleasant interaction with someone his age for the first time in years. He can't shake you from his thoughts that night as he wanders away in silence.

And so, this became a routine. Every afternoon after your studies, you'd run off into the woods until sunset, winding and finding your way back to Kusakabe, greeting him cheerfully with a biscuit or roll. Talking for hours and hours about everything and anything, this blossoming friendship between you two. He couldn't place it, but something about the promise of you jovially running down the path to see him every day became his motivation to let his feet hit the floor in the mornings.

Your father begins to notice, becoming more cold and harsh than usual.

"I don't know what you're up to, but it needs to stop, missy, you hear me?" He scolds you one evening.

"Winter is coming and you're off galavanting in the woods like usual. If you put half as much effort into lazing off as you did making yourself more suitable for marriage, then perhaps we wouldn't find ourselves on the brink of bankruptcy."

You went to bed that night with tears in your eyes, relentlessly tossing and turning as sleep evaded you. Marriage wasn't for you. Or at least your father's idea of it. Loveless and transactional, selling you off to the highest bidder.

You got up in a rush and promptly put on your cloak, off to the woods once again to see Kusakabe despite your better judgement.

Unknown to you, your father hired a group of young men from the village watch guard to keep an eye on you. You despised them and their leader just so happened to be Naoya Zenin, son of the renowned Lord Naobito.

You heard rumors that you were one of the prime choices among the young ladies in the village to be his bethrothed, but everything about him made your skin crawl.

He was rich and handsome on the outside, but the ugly innards of his heart overrode those two things completely. Callous and cruel with a particular sadistic liking for torture, you vowed to stay as far away from him as distance would allow.

The feeling that Kusakabe gave you compared to him was night and day.

Naoya snickered from his tent as he watched your candle disappear into a clearing, nodding for two of his accomplices to follow.

"Let's see where the little brat is off to this time."

"If we're lucky, we'll get to watch her get eaten by something."

Naoya chuckled darkly, "Now, that's no way to talk about my future bride." A smirk painting his loathsome face as he watched you scurry into the night.

-----

"Kusa!"

Kusakabe jolts awake inside his small cottage, heart pounding in his chest when he sees a small flame outside his window, answering you with a wave of disbelief mixed with excitement.

"Hey! The hell're ya doing out here..?"

"I had to see you."

Kusakabe nods and immediately brings you inside, glancing cautiously in both directions. The darkened silence of the forest putting him at ease as he closed the door behind him.

"My father's driving me crazy..." You sigh as you strip your cloak off, landing in a heap beside the modest fireplace and planting yourself onto the rocking chair beside it.

Kusakabe realizes this is the first time the entirety of your beauty became revealed to him, the shadows from the fire painting an air about you that was rather bewitching. No sooner does the thought enter his mind than he banishes it completely.

"Tell me 'bout it."

"He wants me to get married." You tell him with a sigh. "He doesn't care if I'm happy or not. I feel like my whole life is being decided for me and it's so, so unfair..."

Your lip trembles and Kusakabe has to resist the urge to pull you into his arms. The surgence of his feelings he had been in denial about for some time making themselves apparent at last when he lays eyes on your precious tears.

"Hey..."

Your soul flares alight when he crouches down next to you, a supportive hand resting on your thigh. You twitch slightly and Kusakabe waits, thinking perhaps he was too forward, but then you do something that surprises him and you collapse into his chest entirely with a broken sob.

"Kusa...Kusa...hold me..."

Kusakabe raises his hands in surprise but then melts completely as he pulls you into his lap and into a protective carry against his chest.

It was only now that you realized how truly strong he was. He sets you gently down on his bed just on the other side of the room, rocking you back and forth, his brow furrowing as he squeezed you a little tighter.

"M'here, m'here.... m'holding you angel, I've got ya..s'okay....s'okay..."

Your quiet cries dissolve into hiccups as you stare over Kusakabe's shoulder, calmness starting to settle in, realizing being wrapped up in his arms was where you wanted to be all the time.

"Shh..." Kusakabe closed his eyes, relishing the feeling of holding you at last. Warmth traded between you both with every passing moment.

He pulls away for a moment, keeping both of his large hands on your arms, running them up and down slowly and searching your face before he brings a careful hand to your face. The right, followed by the left as he gently swipes at the wetness under your eyes.

A loud hiccup exits your chest and he can't help but smile at the adorable sound.

"Feel a little better now, sweetheart?"

"I *hic* ....sort of..." You sniffle.

"Hey, s'alright..." He murmurs. You notice his lips part a little bit as he takes in your features, an irresistible warmth that starts to creep up between you two that made the air undeniably foggy.

He whispers your name, "...tell me somethin'.."

"Yes?" You straighten your back. "Yes, Atsuya?"

He hesitates, then abruptly decides to take the leap. "You...ya like me, right?"

You give him a mildly confused look.."Of course I like you.."

"No, goddamn it, I mean..." He chuckles and looks at the floor in tired defeat. "Sorry, princess. Language. I mean..." He lifts his brown eyes with a sigh, boring into your own. The softest manner he has looked at you dead on the entire time you've known him.

"I mean..." He says gently. "I mean do ya like me, princess? Do ya feel somethin special f'me?"

You have forgotten how to breathe, but this feeling of being breathless was not one you would come to regret. The heat in your face becoming very noticeable to you the longer you gazed at his beauty. This remarkable young man you didn't realize you were in love with until he had the courage to say it out loud.

"If ya do...I mean, like I do for you, then...then you could stay here." He straightens up, the initial fear of confession over with and a fire lit under him as he continued. "I would take care of ya. I could be a good husband to ya, princess. Wouldn't let anything happen to ya.. keep ya safe..."

He brings his face even closer. "And I'd love you for all of my days..." He cups your cheeks. "I'd even ask your father's permission. So what if he hates me. Couldn't live knowin that I didn't at least try for ya."

"Atsuya..."

He sighs, closing his eyes as he gently kisses your forehead. "Please..." Before he carefully presses it against his own, bringing both of your clutched hands to his chest. "Please, tell me ya do, I—"

But he can't speak for the face of a goddess is staring back at him as you blindly lean forward and capture his parted lips in a delicate first kiss.

His hands automatically pull you even closer to him, clutching you against his chest like salvation as he kissed you tenderly in that small cottage in front of the cackling fire.

----

The group of men look nervously at Naoya beside them in the bushes outside, who's watching the whole thing and keeping eerily silent. But they don't have to guess to know he's absolutely seething.

"My...my Lord...." one of them steps cautiously closer before Nayoa snarls and knocks him aside, snatching the torch away from him and striding towards the cottage in a blackout fury, aiming it at the roof.

"My Lord, wait!!!" One of the guard's eyes goes wide when the moon outside begins to peek through the cloud cover.

Inside, Kusakabe's head jerks up in alarm, pulling you closer to his chest when he hears a yell outside his window, cursing when a flicker of moonlight begins to leak through the windows.

Oh no...

He gravely underestimated how soon the phases would arrive on the calendar. The sclera of his eyes begin to darken, before they become bloodshot, his eyes becoming intense and golden.

"Kusa...?" You look up at him in worry, horror painting your face as you see the distressing look on his face, his face twisting into something sinister.

"Princess, listen..." He fights to keep his voice gentle, it's still the one you know, the one that belongs to your darling beloved. You cling to him in worry.

"Atsuya, what is happening...?"

"Ya need to go—"

You yelp as he hastily sweeps you into his arms, running with you towards the back door, the smell of smoke telling you the cottage was on fire.

Suddenly, his whole body feels alarmingly hot, your eyes widening terror when purple and green veins begin to darken under his skin, the muscley sinew bulging, the sickening sound of flesh tightening and nauseating crackle of bones being broken. The veins in his neck throb as patches of thick hair begin to sprout all along his face and arms, his elongating claws pricking and drawing blood which you scream in pain as they knick your skin before he shoves you out into the harsh cold of the night.

"Run..." He chokes out. The last trace of the real Atsuya you fell in love with before he slams the door closed.

You stare in utter disbelief at the cottage, the burst of orange from the fire and shattering glass pulling you out of your state of shock.

"Kusa..." You murmur, darting towards the front of the cottage, utter dread settling over your entire body when you see Naoya and his group of men, throwing rocks and more lit torches on horseback, taunting and yelling in diabolical glee.

"NAOYA...STOP!! PLEASE!!"

You sprint towards where he's standing, laughing at the misfortune. "Don't hurt him!!!"

He sneers at the sight of you. "Get back, you whore. Toji, restrain her."

You yell in protest as the dark man's strong hands lock you against his chest as you kick and squeal to no avail, heart sinking and crying out in anguish when the roof of the cottage collapses, setting the surrounding trees on fire in uncontrolled blaze while the men cheered.

"Atsuya..." You feel a tangible pain of inconceivable heartbreak with a sear in your chest unlike anything you've ever experienced as you could only assume that poor boy was dead. All because of you.

"You...you FUCKING BASTARD!!!!" The grip Toji has on you has loosened just momentarily for you to barrel straight at Naoya, attacking his face, his arms, chest, torso, anywhere you could reach as you tore and ferociously clawed at him like a madwoman.

His anger turns on like a deadly switch as he growls loudly and seizes your arms while you cry out in a mixture of grief, fear, and pain as he overpowers you swiftly and knocks you to the ground, only before his assault began to worsen in a feral rage as he struck you repeatedly in the face.

Before he can strike you again, you shut your eyes as your consciousness teetered on the edge before a blood curdling scream rattles your bones. You open your foggy eyes, the group of men slowly backing away and turning to run away in fear. You weren't sure what you saw, but it could not be anything other than the largest wolf you've ever seen.

Only it wasn't quite a wolf. It stood on its two hind legs, towering ovover a shrieking Naoya as it mauled him relentlessly, the unmistakable squelch of breaking flesh and fleeting drips of blood staining the forest floor.

You hear the yells of men behind you rallying together, charging the beast. He turned his head, yellow eyes and teeth coated in foaming saliva and broken chunks of Naoya's flesh as he snarled wildly at them with the face of your deepest nightmare before you lost consciousness.

-----

That was five autumns ago. You felt tears brim with longing as you gazed out of the window of your lonely bedroom. The harsh bitter cold of outside seemed more compassionate than the firelit halls of your new home as you were slowly ripped out of your daydreams and faced the reality of being betrothed to a man you did not love.

"Woman, look at me when I am speaking to you."

You turn slowly, eyes sullen with defeat as you look up at the scowling face of Naoya, which was now deeply scarred from that fateful night you were just recollecting.

"Yes, my Lord."

"It's about time you addressed me with some respect." He tsks. "You were off in the woods again last night. If you come home at an unreasonable hour again, I will revoke your permission to ride in the evenings altogether. Have I made myself clear?"

Oh, last night.

You usually took your rides in the afternoons. But as the wedding drew near, the haunting of Kusakabe's memory became more unbearable. So, you started taking them at night, riding horseback to the forest's edge under that old tree you and him would lay under all those years ago just overlooking the vast lake, hoping that the moonlight would somehow bring him back to you.

This miserable existence as the forced betrothed to this disdainful man had caused you to check out entirely. Not caring if the hour was late and he found you out. Sometimes, you dared to think death would more kind if the Gods would not let you be with the man you truly loved.

Maybe that night he really did perish and you were chasing a ghost after all this time.

"Yes, my Lord."

He leans over you with gritted teeth. "You will do well to learn your place. We've only days until our wedding and you will honor me. Is that clear?"

When he sees that faraway expression in your eyes, he boils underneath with jealousy. The look of a woman whose heart lies somewhere else.

"That thing is dead. Do you not remember, foolish girl? I killed it this harvest. Its head now rots on a spike outside these very walls."

You did remember. How could you forget the revenge tour Naoya set out on as soon as he healed from the werewolf attack? Scouring the forest with his men and hunting packs of wolves to near extinction you were sure.

He would do everything within his power to make absolute certain that Atsuya wouldn't live to hurt him or steal what rightfully belonged to him ever again, dashing all of your deadened hopes that he would come back for you.

But, when Naoya paraded his last kill in the streets you felt in your heart that it was not really the head of your lost love.

Naoya would sooner switch places with the beast and put his own head on display before he would ever admit it, but, deep down, part of him trembled in fear that Kusakabe still lived and would come for revenge of his own.

Naoya brings you to his eye level. "That so-called love of yours is not coming back. He's dead."

You tremble and you feel your blood run cold as it seems he relishes in your fear and his dominance over you.

"You will give and submit yourself to me fully, whether you want to or not." Naoya's yellow eyes flicker away from you before one last warning. Tears finally spill out of yours with the deafening sound of the oak door slamming shut.

----

The ground breezes past you at the speed of light as you descend deeper and deeper into the forest, the wind biting your cheeks. Thoughts of Kusakabe fills your head as the salty tears blur your vision causing you to momentarily lose your balance, hands tightening the reins as you encourage your horse, faster and faster, akin to your boiling frustration that you knew wouldn't last much longer.

You tread even farther than you've gone before and chart your course to the other side of the vast lake, now putting yourself with more than a few hours journey away from the village. Not that you'd be returning.

When you arrive at the lake overlook, you bring your horse to a halt, breathing out slowly as the peaceful sight of the dark water grounded you. A distant rumble of thunder echoes throughout the valley and the winds pick up, gently sloshing the waves. Determined, you get down, shedding your cloak and boots, walking to the edge of the black sand, as you take in the oranges, reds, and greens of the autumn drenched forest around it and the ashen clouds hanging overhead painting the world almost a grey blue. How fitting to be surrounded by heaven one final time.

You rock back and forth on your toes lightly to settle your mind. You think of him, of Atsuya Kusakabe. Using his face and the distant memory of his rough voice to slowly guide you to fight off the piercing cold of the water around your ankles, then your shins, thighs, and torso.

Living together in your happy place away from where anyone could touch you as your frantic breaths stilled from the chill and you floated on your back on the mild current. Not giving a damn if he was a werewolf or not. Living freely without shame in love. Maybe raising up a family of your own. Belly swollen with his pups. Dreaming of their little faces that bore a mixture of you and him.

All of this, the fleeting enchantment of the forest, the biting murky tides pulling you further and further from the shore, and Atsuya Kusakabe's name uttered from your lips as you close your eyes, unaware of a looming wave before it swallowed you in one gulp.

----

The soothing heat radiating from a small cackling fireplace greets you as you slowly open your eyes. You're groggy, cold, fingers pruny, and damp hair. Your nose and throat feel on fire and your chest aches. A cough rattles from deep inside and you sit up quickly, heaving as you bend over, discovering you're clad in a long sleeved nightgown with several quilts wrapped around you. You feel dizzy and a numb pounding in your head makes itself known.

"Hey, careful. Don't move too quickly all at once, princess."

You whip your head at the voice which you surely thought was from the grave.

"Atsuya....?"

Those oakey brown eyes were just as deep as the day you met him. He stood there, rugged and tall. The years had weathered his appearance even more, but certainly not in a bad way. His hands were more calloused, gruff complexion more tanned with the evidence of working regularly in the sun and crafting his survival in the rough terrain, unshaven stubble along his square jaw. A man.

You stared at him as though he was made of glass. A facade of fog and smoke. You reached out to touch him and he brought his hand to meet your own. "Yeah, it's me..." The wrinkles by his eyes more apparent as he bestows you a caring smile, guiding a small wooden bowl into your palm. "Here, drink this. It'll help with any pain you're experiencing."

Your bewildered expression remained, still unsure if you were dreaming, dead, or somewhere in between. Finally, you look down at the soup with a reluctant approach.

"S'perfectly safe, princess." Kusakabe reassures. "It's chicken broth."

That pet name shudders through you and you recognize it really is him. You rise up quickly and throw your arms around him, almost spilling the broth.

"Jesus!" Atsuya tenses, sets down the bowl, then relaxes as he greets your hug with his own, one of his hands gently holding the back of your neck as he allowed his face to become buried in your hair.

"I thought you were dead..." You whisper as a tear leaks out of your eye followed quickly by another.

He grips you tighter in response. "I missed ya too, beautiful..."

"How...how did you come to live here? What happened that night? The last night that I saw you?" You pull away for a moment and look into his eyes, running your palms over his cheeks. "Why didn't you come back...?"

Atsuya sighs deeply, leaning into your touch and gently removing your hands from his cheeks, enveloping them in his own. "I wanted to..." He closes his eyes momentarily then opens them, his expression more serious. "But first of all, why'd ya come out here by yourself...? The hell were ya doin' on the lake during a storm like that?" His voice is stern but it trembles at his last question.

You take a step back, caught off guard by his question. "I..." You turn away from him completely. "It's..." You hesitate, trying to stop tears welling in your eyes. "I don't really know. I was upset and I just needed to get away..couldn't bear it anymore. Just wanted to feel something." You bring a shaky hand to your face to swipe at the increasing wetness. "Part of me thought you were dead. I was grieving that. But I don't understand why you didn't at least come back to say goodbye. Letting me think the worst when you were here this whole time."

His heart shatters, his guilt the consequence of his cowardice. But he knew he was only trying to watch out for you, as well as himself. He had no desire to worsen relations between him and the village that cast him out.

Even worse if they obtained knowledge of his true secret. One that he was hoping you didn't fully piece together that fateful night. He couldn't love you if he were a dead man after all.

"I heard 'bout the engagement." He said solemnly. Silence drags the moments between you until it's indiscernible how much as passed. He looks at you, trying to muster up a little more lightness to the conversation and change the subject slightly. "Decided ta be somebody's wife after all, huh princess?"

You huff out a little air. "Was hardly my choice." You cross the room back to the chair he sat you in, bringing the quilts back over you and cupping your hands around the warm broth. Kusakabe takes the stool in front of you. "Lord Naoya Zenin can choose any woman he wants for his bride. The wedding is in three days."

A bolt of jealousy courses through Atsuya followed shortly after with a seethe of silent anger at the mention of your fiance. Not realizing it was to him. "Oh..." He clears his throat, trying and failing to disguise his obvious disdain. "Didn't know that..." He looks at you. "Well, congrats, princess. Hope you're happy with him...."

You look at him with that obvious look of love that said the opposite, but you realize you'll have to fake it until you make it. "Thanks, Kusa."

He knows you well enough to know when you're putting on a facade, but right now, he just wants it to feel like old times again when you and him could speak for hours.

"Well, how's palace life, princess? Now that you're a real life princess?"

You giggle, looking down. "Hardly a princess. A Lady, if we're being technical. The beds are nice and the food is better but nobody warns you how boring the Lord's council meetings are."

"Oh?" Atsuya smirks and leans forward on his elbows, making himself more comfortable. His forearms and generous biceps you notice flex slightly as he props his chin on his fists. "Tell me all 'bout it."

And several hours have now escaped as you chatted away by the low fire. You updated him on life as a soon to be member of the ruling class, telling him all about your education, music, teaching him a few phrases in Latin and other local dialects you picked up from your time as a pupil. You discuss again your theories on everything and he soaks all of it up like water to a parched man.

Now it seems like the passage of five years has become irrelevant as this reconnection between you both made it feel like you never left. Darkness is now fully descended upon the forest. You look out the window, realizing Naoya surely would be on his way, scouring the forest when your horse wandered back to the manor without its rider. You could only imagine the the unforgiving consequences he would inflict on you this time for your defiance.

Atsuya senses the shift in your energy, like there was unrest in your soul that was troubling you. He hesitates but then asks quickly without thinking too deeply about it.

"Are ya really happy with him, princess?"

"Hmm? Oh I'm. Well I'm..." You clear your throat before taking a distracting sip of your broth.

"I spared my father and I from the streets. My happiness and personal satisfaction really come secondary to all of that."

Kusakabe's thick eyebrows raise at this new maturity and attitude in you, but he waited as you continued.

"...In addition our land will have a new Lady to rule alongside her Lord and provide him with successors. It is vital to the Zenin clan."

He looks at you, longing brimming in his expression. "But you're not in love with him?"

Alarmed he could apparently read your mind, your lips part. For a moment as you gaze at one another, the space between you feels very thin. Just like it did that night five years ago when you felt the warmth of his lips for the first time.

But, the fear of being branded a whore for dabbling with someone other than your betrothed before your wedding kept you silent.

"Is he good to ya?" Atsuya asks softly. "Does he make ya feel like I could?"

"He...takes care of me, yes."

"But he puts his hands on ya."

You blink rapidly in defense, resisting the urge to cry again. "M-many lords do when it comes to their lady. It's within their right."

"Yeah, but that don't make it right..." Kusakabe says a little irritably.

"Perhaps I should go."

"No." Kusakabe insists, a little harshly at first, then resumes his gentle tone. "S'well past dark now, princess. You're on the other side of the lake. Ya wouldn't reach home til an hour before dawn."

The knowledge he bears of the creatures of the night eats at the back of his mind. "Ya don't know what's lurking out there. Trust me, you're much safer here til the morning."

"No, Kusa please? I'll be alright..." Exhaustion from your near drowning has overwhelmed your body at this point, your eyelids fight to stay open but your fear of your fiance's wrath is still very present in your mind.

"Really, I don't want Naoya to come looking for me out here. I don't want him to hurt you again. I fear what he'll do if he finds out I came here..I can't put you in that kind of danger again, Kusa."

He scoffs. "Your stupid fiancee can't hurt me, princess. And he won't hurt ya. I won't let him, sweetheart."

"Kusa..."

Kusakabe pauses then trembles. His body on fire. He's sensing the changes that are taking place in the clouds in the night sky outside the window. He needs to get you asleep. Now. As soon as possible for your own safety.

He knows it's selfish to keep you here but he doesn't care. Fate brought you back to him and he'd be damned if he let it take you away from him again. Especially to someone as evil as Naoya. The slowly appearing moonlight outside is working against him and he must act quickly

"L-look, princess. Just sleep here til the morning alright? We'll figure somethin out." He looks anxiously at the window then back at you as he manages a coaxing look. "C'mon, let's get ya to bed."

Before you can say otherwise he brings you to his chest, the firmness and warmth of his body all the persuasion you needed to just let him take care of you.

He takes you into another room in his new cottage which is noticeably nicer than his old one, setting you on the bed with a gentle creak and bringing the covers under your chin. The exhaustion works itself quickly into your system and your eyelids become overpowered immediately.

"Kusa, you aren't gonna sleep too?"

Kusakabe smiles, leaning a hand on your forehead. "Course I will, princess. M'just makin sure you fall asleep first."

The moon juts from behind the clouds even more and he swallows nervously. "If ya wake up and notice I'm not here, I'm probably just out getting wood for the fire, okay? Don't panic and whatever ya do, just go back to sleep, alright sweetheart? Promise?"

"Mmmm... mhmmm....." But you're already in dreamland.

He eyes you tenderly one more time, standing up slowly and walking towards the bedroom door, shutting it gently before he crosses swiftly to the threshold. He almost sprints outside before he disappears into the bushes with a pained cry shortly followed by snarls and a haunting howl that rattled through the evergreens.

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Hours later, a breeze from the wind in the dead of night brushes the cracked window in Kusakabe's bedroom open ever so slightly causing you to slowly rouse from your deep slumber.

The comfort of being where you longed to be for all these years at last rendered you particularly safe and content, so much that the faintest ember of desire began to tingle between your thighs.

You bit your lip, unable to resist the allure brought on by the lingering haze of sleep and the scent of Kusakabe that was everywhere in your surroundings, in his bed.

Your hand slowly snakes down your body, softly gripping your breasts and tweaking your nipples on the way down as you arch your back. You sigh and dig the crown of your head into his pillow, rolling your clit. The air is disturbed quietly by your little pants, your eyes prying open as the arousal gently leaks into a gradual flood. You notice your lover is gone, but remembering his words, you stay where you are. The way your aching pussy is begging for your attention more and more and the smell of him on the pillows immersing you like the real thing is too good not to follow through.

"Atsuya....oh, fuck....fuck me so good, Atsuya..."

You've done this many times, envisioning him so often fucking you for the first time. Only honorable young women kept their virginities intact, reserving them for their wedding nights. According to plan you'd be forced to give yours to Naoya, but you still dreamed of Kusakabe anyway.

Hopeful that one day Atsuya would be the one to make you cum with a shudder of his name. The first man to roam his eyes all over your naked body. Thinking about the sweet agonizing stretch of his cock that quickly bowed to sinful deliciousness while you moaned to make yourself all his.

His pretty drunk little cock slut who was just an innocent virgin before now underneath him in his bed, stretching herself all out on his thick cock who belonged to him and him only. His pussy to cum in and breed.

Your fingers could only take you so far. You moaned sweetly, gathering the pearly slick and working it into your clit, back in, and out.

"Kusa...mmmfuck I love your cock so much....so much, baby..."

You lock down that heavenly spot, shutting your eyes as you see his face so clear as day above you in your mind, his parted lips and sweaty face as he fucked you with everything he had. His heavy, sweaty cock so long and thick and veiny. Fuckkkkk, his hairy body and chest. Picturing him raising your legs and folding you up while his cock had you creaming all around the base as he hit that deep spot inside over and over with filthy precision before you finally snapped and cried out with your glossy juices permanently staining his sheets.

-----

The sweet, sweet honeyed scent of your pussy hits Kusakabe like a train. Immediate sex pollen as it winds its way into his enhanced nostrils and settles deep in his core, his aching werewolf cock and balls swelling with his seed.

Must breed. Must have you tonight. Make you pregnant by the morning so your piece of shit fiance can't have you. Ruin you permanently for anyone else because when a werewolf finds his mate, only death could stand in the way of what destiny declared to be all his.

The moonlight continued to flood the floor of the forest as he sped past the trees in a blacked out lustful haze. Your pussy: wet, silky and soaked in slick the forefront of his mind.

You scream as he bursts into the bedroom, gathering the sheets all around and clawing your way up the headboard at the sight of the nightmare with yellow eyes.

You tremble and shake as cold sweat pops up on your forehead, your poor heart about to give out as it absolutely pounds in your chest, echoing in your eardrums. Absolutely expecting this moment to be your last on Earth before Atsuya would come back to find your mangled bloody body and guts strewn all over his bed like a horror scene.

But, the beast is calm. He edges towards you slowly, a clawed hand reaching out as you felt his warm leathery palm lock around the meat of your calf as you softly whimper.

"P-please....please..."

In one fell swoop, he drags you to the edge of the bed, spreading you wide open, claws like scissors as they shred your nightgown completely. You yelp as the cold air hits your naked body, leaving your nipples pointed and bumpy. You squirm to get away only before he immediately dives into the glistening mess that was still sticky between your thighs. You cry out from the stimulation that hits you like a rock. His rough, hot breath against you, you hear him groan as his large oversized tongue flattens against your clit, recognizing the low tone of your sweet Atsuya.

"Kusa...?" You whisper.

He grunts almost to say yes, too drunk off the immediate taste of your free flowing nectar he had only dreamed and fucked his fist full of cum to for all those years.

"Ffuck...Kusa? Kusa.....ohhhh..." You stared down at him between your legs with wide eyes and jaw open in shock. God, this shouldn't feel that fucking good. This was hundreds of times better than your fingers.

But why, why was your brain firing up your arousal even so as this fearsome thing stared up at you?

He was so hairy and wolflike but his body bore resemblance to a man. Buff and strong and solid as a rock. It intrigued you, it enthralled you. It felt wrong but God the way he was eating your pussy like he had been long deprived, this feeling of utter euphoria felt so fucking right.

If this was what real sex felt like then you'd let him fuck you all the time.

You go slack and grind against the large meaty wet muscle in his mouth sighing breathlessly as he stroked you with it again and again.

"S'right, baby...give yourself to me..." He rasps in between generous licks.

"Atsuya..."

"Fuck, I dreamed of this....fucked my fist s'many goddamn times to this..." He grunts, his claws knicking the insides of your thighs, making you cry slightly in pain.

"S'okay, s'okay... you'll be strong f'me, won't ya, princess?" He lifts his head from your pussy and licks all along the tiny puncture marks, his wolfy drool oddly soothing as he relishes the sweet metallic taste of your blood. "Gonna breed you once you're ready f'me..."

"Atsuya....oh, God..." You run your fingers in his hair and hold on for dear life as he dives right back in. "Kusa...Kusa, r-right there...right there, baby please!!"

His low growls and thick poky hair on his chin tickle your inner thighs as he plunges his tongue even deeper, your tight little hole loosening up for him under all his heavenly treatment. His tongue could almost pass for three of your fingers on its own, gasping as you feel yourself bloom open around him, silky walls coaxing his tongue deeper as he fucked you with it, determined to wring out your second orgasm tonight and his first with you all into his insatiable mouth.

"Don't stop, please don't stop...Kusa, baby..." You tremble and gasp, thighs trembling around his wolfy ears. He pulls away, and you see his monstrous face in all his glory clearly through the moonlight for the first time, sharp canines and the fur around his chiseled chin all drenched and covered in your shiny slick.

"My Atsuya..."

"My beautiful mate..." He whispers, locking your legs around his waist. Between the v lines covered in dark brownish auburn fur, you see his pulsating cock and the biggest breeder balls you've ever seen, the size making you simultaneously tremble and drool. "You're ready to take me..."

"Kusa, please I've never done this..." Your lovely eyes meet his ravenous ones. A swell to his ego rises and his eyes darken, confirming his suspicion that no man had you before. And none ever would except him.

"Oh don't worry, you'll take me, darlin. Trust me, jus' relax..."

The bulbous, swollen tip rubs at your folds. You coo sweetly at this and he decides to tease it a little again, eager to stuff you but realizing he likes it when you get all whiny and desperate when you gush around his cock.

"Yeah? Feel good?" He mutters gruffly, drool dripping down his fangs as he glides his cock in between your loose dripping lips, his throbbing shaft now coated in a new shine of your dribbling juices as he moves and strokes it up and down, the veins of his girth softly nuzzling and prodding at your puffy wet clit with every careful swipe.

"So good...Kusa...so good, baby....mmmm I love it so much..." You moan as you begin to squeeze and knead your breasts.

You're getting greedy. He realizes he needs to do it now, needs to bury his cock deep inside you if he wants this to work and get you pregnant. Wafts of your evident ovulation and heat inhaling through his nose as he begins to push his cock against your entrance.

You mewl and whine as you feel him absolutely stretch you out to new limits. He draws his hips slowly back, letting the back and forth motion spread the built up slick around his cock to act as lube.

"Kusa, I c-can't...so big...you're too big..."

He brings the rough pad of his thumb to your clit, some sweet relief shooting up your spine like electricity and arching your back again allowing him to push his cock even farther inside your deep pussy.

He chuckles. "Haah, really, princess? Lookit how much of me's inside your pretty pussy already..."

He smirks wickedly as he brings a clawed hand to an emerging bulge in your belly, which you realize with eyes widening is the outline of his cock, a feeling of ecstasy sparking between your thighs again when he harshly presses on it, pressure going to your clit which makes you drip around him even more again.

"There..." He licks his lips as a wolfish grin slowly spreads across his face when his meaty cock is nice and fully sheathed inside your squishy cunt, an experimental thrust of his hips elicting breathy pleas from you.

He thrusts deeply, and picks a rapid pace. Every movement intentional, deliberate and intense. Not an inch of him spared from you as he really lets you feel him, stuffs you nice and full with every mouthwatering ridge, vein, dimple and curve of his wolfy cock.

"So warm n'tight.... Shit.... n' it's all f'me..." He growls possessively. "Tell me you're mine. M'the only one that's gonna fuck this pussy, breed ya with my pups n' these...." He cups your breasts, flicking your nipples, the sharp edge of his claws poking your perky buds ever so lightly. "These will be nice n full of milk, my milk...."

"Fuck, I'm all yours, sweetheart... Just wanna give you babies..." You sputter as you feel yourself go dumb on his cock. "Please fuck me, ruin me so nobody can have me, Atsuya..."

"Fuck..."

He snarls and his grip on your thighs is near bruising before he folds them up, now slamming ferally into you in mating press, his heavy balls smacking against your anus. The depth you found him inside you at this angle really put you to the test. But, you were determined to take him, determined to let him make you a mommy and breed you full so Naoya couldn't have you. Be his pretty little cum dump and fill you, fuck you and love you anytime he wanted.

God, you would let him do anything to you.

"M'gonna...m'gonna..." You feel like you're about to see heaven as he pummels into you even faster, shooting thick spurts of cum inside your virgin womb. He bites down on your shoulder and you scream then sigh as you feel his cock twitching madly inside you as his balls emptied. The volume of his cum was so excessive that it leaked out in gobs of creamy silver white, running down your pussy in filthy trails and staining both your pubes with the sticky substance.

Atsuya sloppily licks your shoulder where he bit as he jolts intermittently a few times, making sure what amount of his cum did land inside you went deep enough, his seed surely working quickly already to make you pregnant.

"Mine...mine, mine, mine mine....all fuckin' mine..." The mantra works him up, gets him excited as he begins to pump inside you again.

"Kusa..." You groan from the building ache, but bite your lip and lay your head back on the pillow when he brings his thumb right back to your clit, activating that tried and true spot he discovered earlier.

Something strange happens. You feel his cock harshly throb inside, pulsating against your walls in a way that almost felt like he was vibrating inside you.

"Baby....that-fuck..." You grit your teeth as the sensation spreads like a shockwave against your body. "Kusa...?"

He smirks, moving his long fingers up and down your ribs, sliding underneath your back and gripping the plush of your ass, using it to firmly shove you down on his cock, causing the lewd mixture of cum, saliva, slick, and blood to squelch out of you a little bit with a dirty wet plap.

You cry out and he captures your chin in his fingers, forcing you to look at him. The head of his cock swells immensely, making you feel impossibly full like you're going to be split open. Your eyes widen in horror as you claw at his arms. He nearly crushes you against his chest, grunting as he moves a little bit inside you to provide you with more friction to ease the ache.

"S'okay...s'okay, s'okay. Let it happen baby, fuck just let it happen, gonna make you mine for good, now. Fuck jus, jus, relax, baby, yeah?" He spits on your clit, the area where you're connected an almost unrecognizable sopping mess covered in both your fluids. He rubs your clit again, which works to loosen you up a bit again, however it's bordering on overstimulation.

Sensing your discomfort, he sucks on your breasts, giving you deep, slow thrusts into the practically ocean of cum inside you as the knot nears completion in its formation, doing what he can to distract you from the ache.

He was taking care of you, his beautiful new mate. This had to happen for the ritual to be complete. You were the first human he had ever knotted in, and he wanted to savor every moment since you would be his last.

You sob, nearly passing out from the overwhelming mixture of pleasure, pain, and elation unlike anything you've ever processed in your life. You go limp in his arms, and he runs a hand, bigger than your face over your cheek, smiling when you blink up at him in a daze through your lovely lashes.

"Did so good, my darlin', so good..." He kisses your sweat covered forehead and looks down, attempting to withdraw his cock from the cum plug he built up around your connected bodies, but it remained cemented in place, the knotting complete.

"Atsuya....my love..." You coo weakly.

Warmth floods him from the inside as he pulls you into a loving kiss.

"You're mine now for good, princess..."

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Your horse was found wandering in distress in the woods the next morning. Naoya set his men out on a blind hunt in fury, determined to find you and drag you home where you would be whipped to unconsciousness, and then Atsuya made an example out of and executed publicly in the streets.

However, he never found such luck. Your soaked cloak and discarded boots were found floating in the lake and his discouraged men called off the search when they believed you were long buried in a watery grave.

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Months later in the dead of winter, you hugged and stroked your swelling belly, calling your sweet Atsuya over to put a hand over yours where you could feel his two pups kicking inside you.

You looked at him with love stricken eyes as he prepared you some vegetable soup. This was bliss. Tucked in your little cottage deep in the woods far away where nobody could hurt you. Spending your days doing what you loved and taking care of your little dwelling, then being doted on and adored and loved and fucked in the evenings by your werewolf husband.

Rumors had reached you that Naoya never did take a bride, having been murdered in the streets by his own men when they became fed up with his self serving ways. Either way, it didn't matter, but this piece of knowledge that your abuser met his well deserved fate eased any remaining unrest in your soul.

This permitted you to continue in your sphere of eternity in those darkened woods with Atsuya Kusakabe by your side.

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Variants

Please read part one to understand part two! ⚡️🐺 if you choose to be lost that’s your business but I warned ya!

***I do not consent to anyone translating, copy and/or repost my work!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! MDNI

Warnings 18+: Cursing , Angst , Mentions of Death , Blood , Smut - Logan being an absolute MONSTER (this is very graphic) & Ororo being folded like a pretzel, lil bit of Voyuerism , Oral(Female Receiving) Face Sitting 😁, Scratching , Fingering/Masturbation , Minor Begging , Basically, Pray for her pussy. 😭

Pairings: Logan Howlett (Cavillrine) x Ororo Munroe also known as Storm

Description: Logan & Storm have a heart to heart. ⚡️

Word Count: 6.8K

Song: Earned it by The Weeknd

Side Note: Ororo's thoughts are in Italics Bold and OG Logan's voice is in orange italics.

Side Side Note: There are some elements taken from the X-Men movies but this is my own twist on it. I do not own the rights to those films or the characters. (Halle Berry is also not the Storm here)

Part two

Since Ororo’s arrival on Earth 199999, the weather has been less than satisfactory. The humans either blamed the wrath of Mother Earth or “Those Damned Mutants.” There was no in between but they were right about one thing.

The Storm goddess did have parts to play in why the weather was the way it was. Ever since she’d been here, her powers have been obstreperous; unpredictable and uncontrollable. It took her almost 20 years to get it right back home. And now here she was again starting from scratch. 

But the weather wasn’t the only thing that she had a hard time with. Nightmares haunted her at night; leaving her companion as exhausted as she was. She screamed, wept, and even had full conversations. 

On occasion, he’d get up from the large sectional that he slept on and drag himself to the bedroom. He wouldn’t dare wake her though, he’d just watch as she would cry and struggle to breathe. A part of him was afraid to wake her up while she was in such a state. He’d prefer to have his insides raw instead of scrambled like an egg.

As much as it pained him so, he’d watch her suffer until she quieted down. And by then, twilight had come and sleep was no longer an option.

Today was a regular day for both of them. Logan was tucked away in the garage working on something that’d aid his boredom. While Ororo was focusing on peeling the clouds out of her view. Her eyes white as snow and focus dead set within.

With her straining came the grunts and the gritting of her teeth. Blood began to drip from her nose and her headache returned. ‘Almost—‘ She huffed as her held up palms began to shake as if they were holding something heavy. And finally, the clouds disappeared from view.

Letting out an exhausted sigh, her eyes returned to normal and her arms dropped to her sides. They felt so heavy. And the headache remained. But on the bright side, she’d finally made progress and plucked a big rain cloud out of view of the blue sky.

‘Y’know, we could’ve used someone like you back in the day.’

Ororo whipped her head around but stumbled slightly when the dizziness came just as quick. ‘Mmm.’

‘Whoa, easy.’ Logan said as he reached out and grabbed her waist, helping her catch her balance once again. He took a good look at her, ‘You’re bleeding…’

She wiped her nose with her wrist and looked down at the bright crimson blood, ‘Oh… yeah. Looks like I am.’ She uttered softly.

‘You don’t seem surprised. Lemme go get you something to clean that up with.’

Letting out a gentle sigh, she leaned against the wooden railing for support when he let her go. Her mind felt like mush and she felt like she had a cinder block placed atop her head. And those moments of him leaving her side had felt like an eternity.

His heavy footsteps brought her out of her thoughts and she was able to pull herself upright to face him. In one hand he had two cream colored, large pills and in the other was a glass of water with a white wet cloth thrown over his wrist.

‘Jeez! What the hell are those?!’ Her eyes grew at the sight of the drugs.

Logan smirked, finding humor at her reaction, ‘its acetylsalicylic acid.’

Ororo’s brows tugged into one as she took the glass of water into her palm, ‘Aspirin.’

Giving her a nod, he outstretched his hand for her to take them.

‘Fuck, they feed these to horses?’ She pinched them up into her fingers before dropping them into her mouth and taking a big gulp of her water. She swallowed in hopes of swallowing both of them, but only swallowed one. ‘Ugh! They’re so hard to swallow!’

Logan laughed, ‘Only cause you’re thinking too hard! Drink some more water.’ 

She knocked back another gulp of water and swallowed hard. With her hand on her chest, Ororo whimpered and glanced up at him, ‘That went down hard. That’s super gross too.’ She took the cloth and wiped her nose free of the smeared blood.

‘Well it’s medicine, Ororo it’s not supposed to be tasty.’ He chuckled deeply once more as he rested his weight on his arms, leaning against the wooden rail.

‘It—‘ she paused for a second and did the same. She glared at him in a knowing glare. He’d been calling her Storm for weeks on end. But he said it right as if it came naturally.

‘You said my name right.’

Logan looked over at her, ‘I’ve been practicing. Besides, you call me James and I think it’s only fair that I address you by your name.’

Aw, she couldn’t help but feel a twist in her chest when he said it. It sounded just how James would say it. Effortless and again, natural. Easy. A smile curled on her lips, ‘Well, that’s thoughtful. Thank you.’ 

‘Mmm.’ He hummed softly before peeling his eyes away from hers to look up at the sky. ‘Seems like you’ve made some progress huh? It feels good to see some sunshine.’

She brought the glass up to her lips once again to take a sip then placed it down next to her. ‘I guess the world has me to blame for that.’ She grumbled with a gentle pout.

‘I don’t. I think the gift that you have is extraordinary.’ He smiled at her softly, ‘If you don’t feel like carrying the burden of how the world thinks of you, we can always switch?’

Ororo laughed and shook her head, ‘I don’t think I’d manage well with being one of the heaviest mutants on Earth. I’m already clumsy as is. Me falling will send me to hell I’m sure.’ The both of them laughed once more before they grew quiet again. ‘Thanks.’ 

Since she’s been conscious, Logan has been making it his responsibility to make her feel as comfortable as possible. It was the right thing to do. She came from an entirely different world and landed dead center in another one. He couldn’t imagine going through something like that alone, so he’d figured that she didn’t have to.

‘I want you to meet some friends of mine.’

Raising a brow, Ororo laced her fingers together. ‘Friends? You mean—‘

‘Yes, them. I don’t know what happened to the Xavier on your world but, there’s one here… and he can help you with controlling your abilities.’

A soft smile curled on her lips. It was a thoughtful gesture. She couldn’t really say that she was surprised. Beneath that hard exterior, her James was just as kind. ‘My X—…’ she sighed softly as the memories played back in her head. 

It was a death she could never really heal from. He was like a father to all of them. And she would’ve never thought she would’ve been the one to do it.

‘Professor Xavier died long before…’ she bit into her bottom lip and glanced away.

‘Before?’ Logan pressed as he placed his large hand at the center of her back.

His touch had seemed to bring her back to reality. She blinked away the tears and cleared her throat when she felt herself choking. She knew that she was gonna have to talk about it eventually. She couldn’t be reticent about her past forever. 

Soft thunder grumbled in the distance causing Logan to look up at the sky. Once again, the sun vanished and light gray clouds took its place. 

‘Here, let’s go inside. I heard ladies like tea. I think I have chamomile.’ He held his hand out for her to grab.

A feeble smile curled up on Ororo’s features. This look had come quite familiar to him. He witnessed it everyday. But perhaps today, he would try playing a part where he can bring joy behind her smile, instead of sadness and dismay.

Instead of taking his hand, she gave him a nod and walked towards the patio doors and pulled it open. 

Logan watched her walk into the house before scooping up the glass that she left behind and followed suit. He closed the slide door behind him before placing the cup into the sink. Then, he filled up the tea kettle and placed it on the burner. 

Ororo plopped down on his recliner and pulled her feet beneath her as her grief became her ailment once again. Her brown eyes were sad and she sported this foreboding frown. 

She sat there, her mind thinking about the day that Charles died. Things weren’t supposed to go down that way. Jean was supposed to willingly come home with them. She was supposed to get help. But Magneto was there. And he brought back up with him.

‘Here.’ Logan deep voice uttered as he held the mug out towards her. 

Ororo looked up at him before taking the warm mug into her hands. She gave him a hesitant smile before turning her attention away once again. 

He walked to the sectional that sat across from her. ‘I see you’re comfortable?’ 

She was dumping her tea bag into the water so the herbs could soak better. ‘Hmm?’ 

‘The recliner. You like it?’

Ororo gave him another fake smile, ‘Yes, it sits well.’ Her bleakness was quite telling. He knew that when she became cold and short, that she was more than likely fighting her inner demons. Those demons being the torturous memories of her past life. The good and the bad.

Logan sat there quietly, his elbows resting on his knees, slouching over with his silver dog tags hanging as he tried to figure out what to say to her. One would think after losing so many people, he would know what to say to her. But it was different when one of the people that she’d lost was actually him in another timeline.

‘You don’t have to say anything…’ she said softly as she toyed with her tea bag, swirling it around in the now flavorful hot water. 

‘Huh?’

Ororo’s eyes flickered up from the substance in the mug to his face, ‘You don’t have to say… anything.’ She paused, ‘I’ve been here for almost two months and you deserve to know more of the truth.’

He sat up straight, looking up at the ceiling when the storm caused the lights to flicker on and off. He then glanced down at her, ‘Uh— you sure you wanna talk about this? The um—‘

‘It’s fine.’ Rain began to beat down on the roof of the cabin and its windows. It would’ve made the perfect lullaby, but they wouldn’t be doing much sleeping tonight.

‘Jean Grey… killed Charles Xavier where I’m from. And she’s also dead… because James killed her.’

Logan’s face hardened at the news. He was taken aback from it. The people that were alive and well on this Earth, were dead and gone on hers. ‘Wh-How did she do it? Was he not-‘

‘No. Previously before Jean’s death, she died before that… or so we thought. Drowned at the bottom of a lake to save us. She killed Scott—‘

‘Cyclops?!’ He sounded a little less surprised this time.

‘Yes… her lover.’

‘Pfft, well. That would make sense he’s a dick.’ He uttered before taking a sip of his tea and placing it on a coaster. 

Just as she thought he’d say. That alone caused a tiny smile to quirk up on her lips for a short moment before she nodded, ‘Anyway, she was brought back to the school so she could be nursed back to health. But when she came back she… she didn’t come back whole. Someone— something else resided within her. She was cold, evil, impulsive— just out of control.’ 

Logan was listening intently.

‘Magneto—‘

‘Tuh—‘ Logan clicked his tongue as he sat back against the sofa, ‘He a problem in every damn universe?! Jesus Christ!’ 

As much as she wanted to laugh, Ororo kept herself under control. This was a serious conversation and it was a very important moment for her. ‘Unfortunately so. Magneto got ahold of Jean. Thinking that he could manipulate her into standing side by side with aiding the civil war against the humans for the cure.’ 

‘The cure? You mean like…?’

‘Yes, exactly what you’re thinking.’ 

Logan never understood the thought process behind “curing” mutants. But he felt that mutants had the right to protect themselves from those who wished to do them harm. 

But the code of honor of the X-Men went against that principle because then, they appear to be what the humans paint them out to be. The fine line between them had often crossed when he was involved. 

‘But even she was too powerful for him. We went to Jean’s childhood home in hopes of bringing her back to New York. But we were already too late. Magneto was there and things got out of hand.’ Her heart ached as she remembered just seeing his suit laying there before her and James. ‘Magneto’s men kept us busy and by the time James  got to them… Charles was… dead.’ Tears filled her eyes but she quickly wiped them away with her thumb.

‘Wh-‘ he began, ‘Ororo, I’m sorry to hear that. That must’ve been… that must’ve been very hard for the team. I couldn’t imagine losing him like that. And Jean… man. That was deep.’ He let out a shuddered breath.

‘Yeah…’ she trailed off before looking down at her tea again. ‘Then uh— a few years later, the sentinels took over and well— that’s how I got here.’

‘Sentinels? I’ve heard you mumble their name in your sleep.’ Logan paused and narrowed his eyes, ‘What were they?’

Looking back up at Logan, she instantly was reminded of their appearance when she heard their name. They were what fueled her nightmares. They held nothing behind their eyes. No compassion, no feelings not once or ever. They were created out of hate and were programmed to do a job that the humans had been trying to do for centuries.

Swallowing her spit she started, ‘In 1973, Mystique murdered Senator Robert Kelly.’

‘Good!’ Logan said cheerily, ‘He’s also a Grade A dick.’

‘No, not good. He was proposing a bill… a bill that the government would create an army of robots to eliminate the race of mutants. The United States was kind of hesitant at first and considered it such an inhumane situation. But all he had to do was die. So, after his death they hunted her down but not because she was a fugitive but because she possessed something that could aid the cause.’ She sighed softly before continuing, ‘Her ability to take the appearance of anyone and even possessing their abilities.’

‘When they caught her… they killed her. They took her DNA and remodeled it around the idea of “Mutants are dangerous and shall be put down, no ifs ands or butts about it.”. And so, the Sentinels reigned. They began with the lookers… anyone that didn’t fit the human appearance. But that didn’t matter anyway, because they even put humans on their hunting list.’

‘Jesus Christ.’ He murmured as he ran his hands over his face. 

‘He wasn’t there… all hope for that was gone. We had an idea to go back in time to right the wrongs. But they found us out and killed everyone except me and James. We got away but then they found us again by detecting our abilities. Strange created this portal but no one knew where it led to. But they were already waiting for us there. Those damn things… always one step ahead.’ She scoffed and shook her head. 

Go!!! I’ll hold them off!

No, no, no, no! I’m not leaving you, James!

You have to, Storm. If you don’t then who will continue our legacy?! You have to go!

His words stung just as they did then. She didn’t want to leave him behind. The intention was for both of them to go. But James made for a hell of a distraction. Tears fell down her face and she sniffed.

Logan automatically put two and two together. Because if James wasn’t here but she was… the unthinkable happened.

‘He sacrificed himself to save you.’ 

She wiped her tears and nodded. ‘Yeah.’

‘Fuck. Jesus — Storm, Ororo. I’m sorry. That’s… that’s rough.’ He sighed as he tore his eyes away from her. After absorbing all of that information, anyone would think she was losing her mind or perhaps it may have been a figment of her imagination. But her behavior. The nightmares, her grief. 

Even he felt the pain from all of her loss. No one could fake something like that.

‘I don’t — I don’t even know what to say other than… you are probably the strongest person I’ve ever met.’ 

Ororo scoffed and wiped her nose, ‘Thank you, Logan. I just thought I’d never be without him… y’know?’ 

Logan cleared his throat and nodded, ‘Well uh…You’re not exactly without him. He’s with you in spirit.’ 

A smile curled up on her face softly and as she nodded in agreement, ‘Yes, yes I suppose he is.’

***

Their conversations about their contributions to society had been drawn into the night. They laughed and talked about what the craziest things they’ve done to save people and the craziest things they’ve seen in general. 

‘Well, I’m gonna shower. I’ll be out for dinner in a little while.’ Ororo gave him a smile; now cheered up after the much needed talk. She placed her empty mug down on the coaster and pulled herself up from the comfortable chair and started down the hall. Then she stopped in her tracks and turned back around to face him. ‘Oh, Logan—‘ 

He’d picked up their mugs by their handles and stood up before turning around to face her. ‘Yeah?’

‘Thank you… for everything.’ The rain had come to a light drizzle and the thunder ceased to exist. A big pretty grin curled up on her lips before she spun around and walked towards the bathroom. 

As he watched her walk away, he let out a gentle sigh as he felt his heart palpitate in his chest. The uneasy feeling caused him to clear his throat. 

She stood in the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror. She felt like there was a time for a change. Time for her to start the process of moving on and healing the way she wanted. 

Memories of James running his fingers through her locks and how he’d learned how to braid her hair so it would stay out of her way when they’d fight. How he used to tug it when…

Opening the medical cabinet, she rummaged in there until she found a pair of surgical scissors. Bringing the legs into her fist, she contemplated what she was about to do. Doing this, would be the start of cutting the old James out of her life… and letting the new one in. 

Taking the scissors to the spots where the dreads began, Ororo began to snip them off until she was left with nothing but a small pixie Afro. She felt lighter physically and metaphorically. She'd miss all of her hair. It was down her back and it became a part of her identity. But it was time that she made a new one for herself.

Scooping up all of the hair, she placed them in the bathroom’s waste bucket. 

Ororo couldn’t believe what she’d done. Taking scissors to her hair like that; hair that was way past her rump and took her 15 years to grow.

But she wanted to start anew. There was no escaping her new life and it was time she stopped running from it and heal the right away. And to do that, she had to let him in.

Her brushed out hair. It was cute and brought out the roundness in her face. It also made her appear youthful. 

She turned on the hot and cold knob before stepping into the spacious walk in shower. She reached over and grabbed her body wash, lathered it up in an African bathing net and began to scrub herself as if she were cleansing herself of her past instead.

Mmm, you smell so good.

Tell me how you want it baby.

That’s it, my little storm cloud.

Ororo shut her eyes, ‘Mmph!’ She hummed as she felt a familiar tingling sensation in her lower belly. She let out a gentle whimper as titillating memories clouded her mind.

Her heartbeat began to pick up when his voice flooded her ears. This was James' favorite place. It’s where he would wash off the labors and hardships of the day or in some cases, weeks. And it was also James’ favorite place to fuck. She could practically feel the ghost of his hands all over her body. Gentle sighs and suppressed moans rumbled in her chest as her hands followed while the water rinsed away her suds.

Meanwhile down the hall in the living room…

Logan was sitting on his leather recliner where she’d left him after their emotional conversation. His reading glasses rested at the tip of his nose as he read some of his mail. ‘Yadda, yadda—‘ Then he paused. A particular scent filled the air. Taking over his senses that instantly caused goosebumps to trickle over his skin.

Then, the whimpering and whining followed. 

With his own heart ramming out of control, he took off his glasses and let out a deep, shaky breath. He could feel his animalistic urges creeping up on him. And the more he tried to conceal them, the more carnal they became. His body began to heat up and his cheeks became flush. 

‘OK—‘ Logan grumbled as he ran his fingers through his curly locks. ‘Just be… cool. You’ve been around plenty of women.’ Well, she happened to be the first woman he’s been attracted to in a while. 

‘I want you so bad right now!’ She whispered.

He snapped his head towards the door down the hall. An unwarranted growl vibrated in his chest as he slowly began to give into his lascivious urges.

‘God, please don’t make me do this.’ He uttered to himself as he brought his hair into both of his fists and tugged at it; walking into the opposite direction to walk out the front door. 

But as soon as she called his name…

‘Mmm, James!’

That was the green light for him. ‘Goddammit.’ He hissed as he quickly tore off the wife beater, then his belt and jeans. Socks and his briefs were gone by the time he’d even made it to the bathroom door. 

Not even bothering to knock, he gently pushed the door open to see her brown silhouette through the patterned shower glass door. Glancing to the right was her long white dreadlocks sitting in the trash can. He’d be sure to ask why she got rid of them later. But right now, he had more pressing matters that he must attend to.

Ororo was in a deep trance as her own hands made love to her body as if they were James’ instead. A mewl left her lips as she unknowingly turned to face him in the shower; putting on a show for him.

Inhaling deeply at the sight of her gorgeous body he could feel the familiar numbness creeping up his spine. He watched as the water trickled down the peaks and valleys of her body. Oh how he’d wished he were in its place instead. To be able to touch her like that. 

He also took note of the battle scars she possessed and the others that came naturally; her stretch marks on her hips and waist, thighs, her belly and breasts. God she was perfect. Logan swallowed before he slammed the shower door hard enough to grasp her attention.

Her eyes slowly opened as a harsh gasp escaped her chest. She quickly covered her pretty brown tits with her arm and hid her crotch with her free hand and thigh. ‘Logan! What are you doing?!’

‘You called, I came.’ He said as he took a step forward.

She took a step back, ‘I—I did not! I—I said…’ Ororo looked up into his dilated, hooded eyes. The same eyes James used to give her when it was time for him to breed her.

‘Hmm?’ He hummed as he took another step forward.

‘I said… I said James! I wasn’t—‘

‘You weren’t talking about me? Yet, I’m the only James here… and we—‘ he walked forward through the water as her back was finally pressed firmly against the cool tile. ‘We are practically the same… right?’

Practically would be an understatement. From the way they wore their hair and clothes to how he spoke. The only thing that set them apart were their eyes. And she could admit, his eyes were quite unique. Blue like the sky with just a touch of brown as if God spilled a little bit of honey into them.

‘I—I—‘ Ororo was stuck in his gaze. She felt as if she were to take her eyes off of him, she’d die. His eyes were her lifeline in this moment.

Logan brought his hand up and rested it against the wall to trap her there. ‘You’re gonna allow me to do what he can’t?’

Ororo let out a gentle shudder as she slowly dropped her hands to reveal her body to him once again, inviting him in. 

He scooped her up in his arms, earning a surprised gasp from her lips and a gentle giggle followed. ‘Fuck, you smell so good.’

She wrapped her legs around his waist, ‘So that’s how you found me out… you smelled me.’ Ororo teased.

‘I did.’ Logan smirked, ‘That’s what animals do right?’

The woman had no idea what had come over her in those next few moments, but the longer he held her in his arms like this, the more aroused she became. Leaning in, she parted her lips before slipping her tongue into his mouth. He welcomed her lips into his as their tongues instantly massaged at one another.

Had it not been for Logan holding her up in her arms, Ororo was sure that she would’ve crumbled to her knees. But it was delicate and languid as if they were exploring and learning about one another. The kiss felt familiar but so different at the same time. She ran her fingers through his wet curls as a moan rumbled in her chest. 

Logan broke the kiss and looked up at her with lust induced eyes as he sank his teeth into his bottom lip. ‘I love your hair like this.’

‘Yeah?’ Ororo purred.

‘Oh yeah.’ He chuckled before meeting one another’s lips in a much more greedier, confident manner. As they devoured one another, Logan reached beneath her and began to rub at her cunt.

She gasped sharply as she ripped her lips away from his. 

‘Tell me how you want it baby.’ He uttered as he gently worked his fingers against her pussy.

Just like James.

Licking her smile, she demanded, ‘Why don't you do a taste test hmm? See if I taste as good as I smell?’

Logan grinned and placed her down on her feet, ‘I like the sound of that.’ He snatched her lips up into hers one more time before he took her hand and spun her around gently. Lightning bolts for stretch marks danced around the curvature of her juicy ass. And just like that, the growling returned.

Huffing like a hound, Logan got on his knees and assumed the position for her to mount his face. 

Being that he was still tall even on his knees, he had to help her onto his face. His mouth opened, tongue out and flat for the proper seat while his nose nestled right against her asshole.

Ororo’s head fell back as her eyes fluttered closed as a naughty little moan slipped from the home of her lips. Steadying herself, she placed her hand on his stronger shoulder as one arm held her upright. 

With her free hand, she reached behind him and ran her fingers through his semi-wet dark hair. Her toes curled as Logan began to lap and drag his thick tongue from her clit all the way to her ass.

‘Ooh fuck.’ She shuddered out as she reached up to cup her breast in her hand. 

He had a tight lock on her thighs as he let her take the reins with her hips so she could control how much pleasure she wanted to feel. But that all changed when he decided to take the control back and lick, suck and kiss on her pussy as if it were her pretty mouth instead. ‘Mmm!’ He groaned, damn she did taste even better than she smelled. 

It was like a big grizzly bear finally finding the jackpot of rich honey. And he couldn’t get enough!

‘Logan, oh—‘ she hissed as she felt the tingling sensation in her clit as he began to suck and flick his tongue over the sensitive numb. ‘Aaaw!’ Ororo tried to move but he had her locked in so tight, she couldn’t even move if she wanted. So he kept devouring her until she finally erupted in his mouth. 

They haven’t even gotten to the penetration part of the session and she was already aspirated; out of breath and shaking from the very first orgasm that she had in what felt like forever. 

Placing kisses on her inner thigh as they shook, Logan unleashed her from his deathly hold and helped her unmount from his face as if it were a saddle. 

Ororo held onto his shoulder as he rose to his feet. Her knees were wobbly and she was smacking her lips together. ‘I’ve — I’ve got cottonmouth.’ She pouted up at him.

Logan towered over her as he wiped her juices off of his lips with his thumb and sucked it off. ‘You won’t have it for long.’

The shower was turned off and he had her legs wrapped around his waist again. Their tongues and mouths molted together as they indulged each other sloppily. Not being able to make it to the room, Logan carried her off to the sofa. Cool shower water dripped from their bodies and he laid her down on the couch.

When he ripped his lips away, Ororo was finally able to take in some air. She brought her trembling swollen lips between her teeth as she finally took in his body. Her desperate hands slid from his shoulders to his wet hairy chest where his dog tags rested against him. She drug her fingernails down his pecs to his abdomen. Spreading her thighs nice and wide, Logan placed one of her legs atop the cushions of the sofa. 

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Watching as her huge tits rose and fell with each anxious breath. If she hadn’t been touching him, she’d think this was all a figment of her imagination. She just couldn’t get enough of his godliness. How the droplets of water only defined his body. 

Suddenly, Logan sank his middle finger and ring finger inside of her; palm side up.

Her eyes fluttered close, whining as her head fell back against the arm of the sofa. ‘Mmm fu—oh!’ Massaging and kneading her walls from the inside out, Logan pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed it in circles to add to the pressure. Low animalistic growls echoed in his chest and his black pupils were the size of marbles.

This was no longer the Logan that she felt comfortable with but an animal with one purpose. To mate and breed.

‘S-shit—‘ Ororo stuttered as she looked between her thighs to watch him finger fuck her g-spot. ‘Ooooh Logan! I’m gonna cum!’ She wailed; her legs twitched and spasmed as he stroked her sweet spot. Her eyes fluttered up to look at him as her body began to tense against her will. ‘Oh—GOD!’ Heaving fast as her eyes dropped down to the massive member that stood high in attention; leaking with his own pre-cum. The way it throbbed and jumped as Logan edged her on further. 

A filthy, guttural cry escaped from her lips; her hips rose as he continued to rub it out of her. ‘Fuuuuck!’ She crooned. Dropping her hips back down onto the sofa; breathless as all get out. Ororo watched as he gently tugged his thick fingers out of her. Covered in her sweet stickiness, he wielded no hesitation as he sucked his fingers clean. 

Was she in disbelief? Yes. But surprised? Not really. 

Were they this disgusting in every universe? 

Snarling at her tart taste, he snatched her waist and pulled her closer. Taking a hold of his long, girthy cock, he slapped the erected muscle against her clit. A gentle groan left his lips as he rubbed himself against her clit. God, he was losing it. 

‘Logan.’ Ororo whined out.

His head snapped up as his ears perked up at the sound of his name. Like an excited puppy. So exhilarated, that if he had a tail it would wag violently. But he didn’t let his excitement get in the way of the true task at hand.

‘Beg.’ He demanded.

Ororo let out a shuddered sigh as she watched him grab one of her ankles in his large hand. ‘Pl-please?’ Her lips pouted just a little and she never took her gaze off of his.

Logan growled lowly in approval, ‘Good.’ Adjusting his hips, he placed his hand behind her thigh, right above the back of her knee. He kept her legs spread as he pressed his fat mushroom tip against her slit. Her needy pussy pulled him in a warm embrace, earning a loud grunt from him. 

She hiccuped as she inhaled too much air as she felt the pressure and pleasure merge into one. ‘Mmmmph!’ Her thighs began to tremble the deeper and deeper he descended. ‘Ugh!’ 

He gritted his teeth together as his eyes fluttered shut. He wiggled his hips a little as he made room for himself inside of her. ‘Grrr—od—‘ he let groaned eagerly as he finally bottomed out within her. ‘—Dammit!’ 

Goosebumps covered their bodies as if they were connected to one another. He leaned down and pressed another sloppy kiss on her lips. As their lips collided, he stalled his hips as her comfortable walls held him tightly. 

Breaking the kiss, Logan looked down into her eyes as he pulled his hips back and rolled them into her. A strangled moan left her lips as she looked up into his animalistic crazed eyes. His dog tags dangled and rocked above her as he began to slowly pick up the pace of his hips. 

‘Ooh, Logan. Shit yes!’ The heaviness of his hips ramming into her was so familiar. It left her in a reminiscence of how James used to train her to take him the way she was supposed to. 

You have to get used to me lightning bolt. Fuck.

And so she did! Who knew that he was prepping her for this moment? 

Logan pumped his hips in and out of her like an animal in heat. Husky grunts and groans fell from his lips as his large hands held the back of her thighs. He was so deep inside of her this way. 

‘Mmm, so fucking wet for me. Shit!’ He sputtered as he dropped his dick into her deeper again while his hairy balls smacked against her puckered asshole.

A high pitched shriek left her lips in surprise when he began to beat at her cervix. Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she rested her hands atop his for leverage and squeezed tightly. Sweet aspirated grunts and mewls graced her lips as she bit into her bottom lip. She was holding back screams and sobs.

And when Logan noticed that, he brought his hips to a sudden stop. He leaned in close to her, his nose touching hers; eyeing her carnally. ‘You can scream… it’s not like anyone will hear you.’ Now he was determined to snatch her voice by the end of the night. 

Ororo didn’t know if she was turned on or scared. Perhaps she was both but he placed a sweet kiss on her lips, she was reassured that he would take good care of her. 

Logan began to pick up the pace again, earning a string of filthy curse words from his Goddess lover. His body pounded into hers as he panted harshly; mirroring the sound of the thunder claps outside. Lightning struck very close to the cabin as he fucked her so stupid, she couldn’t even form words. 

‘Fu—huck, ye— eah! Mmm, uh!’ She looked down between them, watching as his dick delved balls deep into her over and over again. Her chest heaved as her hooded eyes peered back up at him. ‘My Gods, Yes! James!’ Ororo tightened her hold on his hands as he began to fuck harder, faster. 

A loud and rough groan left Logan’s lips before he nestled his furry face into her neck where he placed gentle kisses. ‘Fuuuuck—‘ he grumbled as he retreated his hips and pulled his cock all the way out. 

Huffing heavily, he found himself dripping with precum again. ‘Jesus fucking— look at what you’re doing to me.’ He laughed mirthlessly. He sounded so esurient though; hungry and desperate for her. Logan was losing his mind. 

A tiny giggle left her lips before he slipped his sticky dick right back inside of her. Her back arched as he made home within her again. Her whining came shortly afterwards. ‘Fuck. Me. Logan! Yes! James! Yes!��� Part of her felt like she was fucking the old James. But something about how inhuman this one fucked her was brand new. He was relentless! Diligent and persistent in how he pleased her. 

James used to give her a moment to catch her breath but this one wasn’t so kind. 

He was desperate to please her and that's all he gave a damn about. 

Mine, mine, mine. 

‘Mine, mine, mine!’ He growled hungrily.

Just like him. 

Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as their bodies began to heat up with their salacious work out. She brought her face into her hands, digging her nails into his cheeks as he began to steal her breath away. Her mouth fell as her womb began to twist. Her walls began to tremble and her spine grew numb. A silent moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Logan hissed as she began to draw blood when she clawed at his cheeks; healing just as fast as the wounds opened. But he never turned his attention from her. It only fueled that beastly desire more! ‘Yeah, that’s it baby! Cum on that dick!’ He gritted through his teeth; his warm flesh covered in a thin sheet of sweat and the veins in his neck popped into view. ‘C’mon!’ 

A tear fell down the side of her face as he stole another orgasm from her. ‘OH FUCK!’ She’d finally released a loud sob from her chest as he rutted into her as if it were his last time. 

The pair fucked as if they were trying to build a family. Nasty, naughty sex filled their evening which landed them on the floor, and the bedroom. Ororo left Logan empty with nothing else to give. Logan beat down Ororo’s walls til her orgasms had become painful. They’ve done everything from Doggy style (Logan’s favorite) to Cowgirl. They were spent.

Laying in the king size bed, tucked beneath the warmth of the comforters, Logan had his heavy arm draped around her holding her close. Ororo smiled softly as her head rested against his hairy chest. She gently picked up his silver dog tags and ran her thumb over the numbers. All of the numbers but the last two were completely different from James. 

‘You’re still thinking about him?’

‘Who?’

Turning his head to look at her, he raised a brow with a small smirk curled on his lips.

Letting out a gentle sigh, ‘I’m only thinking about you.’ Part of that was true. She was thinking about him and how mind blowing their sex was. But she was also thinking about him. Not in the way one would think. 

Ororo was coming to terms that this was going to be her new life now. Everyone she’s ever known in her previous life or… timeline was gone. There was nothing left for her on that Earth anymore but here, she could make something of herself. She could get her power back under control. She could heal and live a happy life. By his side. 

Looking up at him, her small smile had turned into a grin. And when he’d return that grin, she giggled happily. Logan ran his thick fingers through her short white coils. ‘I really do like your hair like this, thundercloud.’ 

Her dimples deepened in her cheeks at the nickname. ‘Good, then I shall keep it that way.’ 

Stay there.

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Cookie Odyssey Chapter II: The Glorious Crème Republic

📚 There are surely no breaks in history being written here today… unfortunately, due to budgeting problems we lack a graphic for anything in Chapter 2 so far. But much like Chapter 1, you will need Odyssey Quills to advance the story in different scenes of the area, but THESE quills are exclusive to Chapter 2! That’s right, any quills you had in Chapter 1 after completing Day 5 will be converted to Crystals, where we’ll have a clean slate for the next chapter. Much like Chapter 1 again, you will complete relevant tasks to earn quills and other rewards on the side out of a set of 200, but you can only claim completion on 10 of these missions in a day.

🥐 This time around, there’s going to be a few battles tied into the story too! You don’t need more resources like Stamina Jellies or anything to do them, and you can skip them altogether once you’ve won that battle at least once! We need to establish that coordinate in time eventually! Complete Chapter 2 and those quills will also turn into Crystals!

But whether you’re there or not, you can always buy these new decorations under “The Republic’s Azure Streets” to make your kingdom in the image of the Republic! Two new Cookie House designs detailing the Azure Cupola Choco House and Mansion can also be bought with Crystals! Buy it once, that design is yours forever!

📚 Plus, its stylish design has absolutely no references to a similarly-azure staff elsewhere that someone found for no reason!

✨ I HEARD THAT!

New Costumes

🥐 Seven new costumes detailing Cookies on their days off are in the Costume Gacha to collect! You can either try pulling them using Rainbow Cubes, or buy the Epic ones using Rainbow Crystals at 100 each!

Pure Vanilla’s Pastel Blue

Red Velvet’s Cake Stylist

Espresso’s Classy Ceremonial Suit

Madeline’s Elegant Knight Vestments

Blackberry’s Inescapable Black

Werewolf’s Hype Beast Within

Beet’s Casual Hunter

A Report of One Fine Day Off

📚 Collect the “Pastel Blue”, “Cake Stylist”, and “Classy Ceremonial Suit” from the new set, as well as Cotton’s “Red Camellia” and Parfait’s “Feelin’ Blue & Pink” to complete this costume set and see what ol’ Chiffon has to tell us on his day off!

Balance Changes

🥐 Some of those outfits seemed to perk up the Cookies on their day off! Let’s see what happened:

*these changes are represented on the base Cookies without any toppings equipped

🍰 Red Velvet: Years with the Cake Hounds have improved his resilience, and with a bit of personal training, he can now use his “Crimson Hand” more frequently!

❤️⬆️ Base HP +4.76%

⏳⬇️ “Crimson Hand” Skill Cooldown: 20 -> 15 seconds

🐺 Werewolf: Much tougher and stronger than before under the full moon, Werewolf’s “Transformation” lasts much longer and can prove much more devastating!

🗡⬆️ Base ATK +13.04%

🛡⬆️ Base DEF +4.76%

❤️⬆️ Base HP +9.3%

🕰⬆️ Transformation Duration: 8 -> 10 seconds

💫➕ Added Stun Chance Per Attack while Transformed: +20%

🔥➕ Resistant to Interrupting Effects while Transformed

New Skill Description: Takes his wolf form, causing area damage. In the wolf form, Werewolf Cookie has increased HP and does more powerful, double-strike regular attacks. Targets hit by double strikes may be stunned.

👻 Blackberry: Years in pursuit of someone have improved her resolve, and now her “Ghost Servants” grant a more powerful Critical % buff!

🗡🛡❤️⬆️ Base ATK, DEF, & HP +4.76%

🔥⬆️ CRIT% Buff from “Ghost Servants”: 10% -> 20%

🕰⬆️ CRIT% Buff duration: 6 -> 8 seconds

🎯 Beet: She’s much tougher from a distance with her new sharpened beet-tipped bolts and additional target practice against weak spots, now allowing her to cripple her target with her “Hunter’s Sense” even more by hindering their healing!

🏹🛡❤️ Base ATK, DEF, & HP +4.76%

🏹➕ Healing Debuff from “Hunter’s Sense”: -50%

🏹🕰➕ Healing Debuff Duration: 5 seconds

New Skill Description: Shoots several bolts in a row at a target with the lowest HP. The bolt also casts a debuff reducing healing. Don’t mess with a hunter!

Other Improvements & Bug Fixes

🎯 Some things behind the scenes also got fixed, given a new look, or otherwise chased off the platform.

New Titles: Kingdom Arena

Unbreakable Shield

All-Conquering Blade

Arena Avenger

🎯 Critical hits now have a new graphic that show that an attack has effectively hit the mark.

An option was added to turn floating damage numbers on or off in Kingdom Arena and Friendly Battles.

Fixed problem where buff/debuff effects caused by other certain skills appeared unusually large when Werewolf Cookie would be hit while transformed

Text issue with Stamina Jellies in Affogato Cookie’s First Promotion package being displayed as Light of Resolution (that event has already ended) now properly displayed

Deception issue where levels of opposing Cookie teams in the Tower of Sweet Chaos would be displayed as the levels of Cookies placed in the player’s Hall of Ancient Heroes, now resolved

Fixed display issue with progress bar in Cookie Odyssey Chapter I advancing an unintended amount at a specific point

Notification issue where the ❗️ in Kingdom Affairs would not disappear is there was an empty space in the Hall of Ancient Heroes now fixed

Request issue where using the “Make All” button would fill the queue, including locked queue spaces, now fixed

Fixed an issue where the profile frame was not shown in the animation of receiving the profile image in Super Mayhem

An issue where Cookies would intermittently get stuck between placed decors was fixed

Deception issue where the displayed effects of the Beacon of Valor incorrectly displayed “All Cookies Level 70” in Cookie Alliance was fixed. Cookies will still be boosted to level 60 despite the level cap increasing to level 70.

Display issue on the Squishy Jelly Watch’s description that suggested the cooldown reduction was 25.4% at level 12 now displays the correct reduction percentage of 25%. All accounts created before June 14th can claim a compensation packet of 1,000 Crystals and 30 Treasure Tickets, and this will be in your mailbox for 7 days after delivery.

Coupon Codes

🎯 That is the end of this update log, but not the end of the rewards. A main event regarding Oyster Cookie is live and will be discussed soon. Enter the Coupon Code FOLLOWUSINEUROPE for 2,500 Crystals for free and CRKBEHINDNFUTURE for:

1,200 Radiant Shards

5,000 Crystals

1,500 Rainbow Cubes

10 Magic Cookie Cutters

30 Time Jumpers

130 Level 6 EXP Star Jellies

250,000 Coins

120 Topping Pieces

8 of each Aurora Item

[chemicalmongrel]

Anon bursts into a million petals upon being struck, heartbreaking at the sight of the wolf-man’s utter anguish. it was not her place - nor within her power - to speak his truth - any truth - into being. as much as it hurt, his peace would come in due time. All would be made right. it had to. (thanks again for humouring me! you’re a fantastic writer ✨🌻✨)

Pink and blue! Find them! FIND THEM!! Shingles and stone and metal quaked beneath the fervent stride of inhuman limbs, claws RENDING through it all like paper. Caustic ooze trailed behind a blurred, furred projectile and ate through fabric and stone alike. GRINDING teeth and RAGGED breathing vied for dominance over the sharp whistle of air whipping past a colossal frame. And yet those who heard, who witnessed the MONSTER race across smog-choked rooftops, ploughed into brazen pipes and careened through winding alleyways could do nought. Howler. A haunting word to die upon chapped lips. And with it, a silent prayer offered to statuesque bluebirds--let not the chimeric nightmare discover them. How apt an epithet for the BEAST. It loosed a HOWL and shook the very city with its fury!

Razor claws scrapped across the shingles of rooves, CRACKING clay and GOUGING metal alike. A fork and knife against polished porcelain. Acrid bitter pennies fill its mouth as it scrabbles across rooftops, burnt copper and the stench of the unwashed masses in its nostrils. Thoroughfares where the clinking of cogs and deafening foot traffic threaten to spill out into toxic puddle-strewn tributaries. Chemtech and metal prosthetics chafe its ears worse than anything else--they REEK of blood, of suffering! And the liquid FIRE coursing through its veins boiled its skin! WHERE ARE THEY! He needed to find pink and blue, nothing else mattered! Women SHRIEK and men HOLLER out to one another as ankle-high snipes and sump-sucking RATS scatter. The darkness cannot hide the incandescent glow of burning coal, cannot muffle the scrapping of glass against metal and heavy impacts of a living NIGHTMARE. There was nothing left to save, nothing but prey in a city of PAIN and HATE! The man has never SCREAMED so loud! FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FIND THEM FI- Stop screaming!

Metal screeches and a colossal weight dent a building's backside, jarring the beast for a moment. A divot has been left in one of several buildings forming a thin funnel of an alley. It stunk worse than the sumps. Salted brine mingled with caustic chemicals, overapplied cheap cologne and oily, unkempt hair. Yet everything paled compared to the group of chem-punks loitering in the sharp corner delineating the end of the alley's straightaway. Oil and fumes and stale alcohol. Rusted joints and corroded limbs. Wispy puffs of technicolor smog drift from modified exo-filters hanging from their necks. Stale shimmerwine stained breath. They threw bewildered looks down the alley before the beast rattled the dingy backstreet with its RAGE! Blades glinting in the light and sludge-filled sidearms are pulled in a scrambled hurry, drawn toward the rampaging BULL stampeding toward them. Hiccuping burps belch from the pilfered firearms in a humid staccato, each streaking across metal and mortar with their aim to burn holes through chimeric hide. Less than half of which struck true. Fewer still managed to peel away flesh and eat into the bulging muscle composing the MONSTER'S frame. All of them, however, brought MURDER in its heart. The CHAMBER drove HATE into its veins! Bone and sinew BUCKLED while its GAUNTLETS and TUBES blistered its skin. It drove forward at a fevered pace, SCATTERING the runts with an impact they were too inebriated to react to. Were they screaming before the sickening impact of pulverized bones and ruptured organs? Had they tried scrambling out of the way when it was obvious they were glaring down the business end of a runaway train? DOESN'T MATTER! BLADES, TEETH, and CRIMSON paint the world in mono hues while a symphony of AGONY and fear filters the world through Chiroptera ears. They beg and beg while footfalls echo from the side. Cowards run! Cowards hide! They'd die SCREAMING like the rest! The BEAST felt something push against its snapping jaws, kick at its stomach and whinge with the scrape of a ruptured lung. It reared back, DUG its claws into the chest, and SLAMMED the soon-to-be cadaver into the wall. Again and again! Until PULP was all that remained! Metal creaked and groaned until something gave way. And with a cacophonous SCREECH, the wall tore like an ulcer through stomach lining. Then the BEAST stood partway in an empty warehouse sitting near the waterfront. An open floorplan made dark from past tragedies. Scorched earth. A vacant lot. Pink and blue nowhere to be found. The pain throbbed and beat against the BEAST'S temples. There was nothing here to find, nothing but jumbled memories screaming in the dark of a dimmed mind. Voices fading away into the wind. Muddied by the distant holler of overgrown sump rats skittering away from their predator.

Nothing left--the world had moved beyond him. The man sunk back into the dark.

[chemicalmongrel]

Anonymous asked: “anon love” anon approaches, gently wiping away the once-man’s tears. this too shall pass, dear stranger. you will find your heart’s desire (a good heart and its sister) 🌼 (i did not expect that kind of reply and am now deceased. thank you.)

Fur bristles as the beast's scarred flesh twitches at the unwanted touch. Its tail stilled and the weight of an immense frame brought it onto its side. Acrid sludge continues to bleed from its eyes as it bored holes into the floor with absentminded scrutiny. Splitting pain stabbed into its head, hewing its skull and screaming into it the axe wound until the drum of war beat its temples. Blue and pink, they sat together with legs hugged to chests and bruised cheeks and cut lips. Pink wore bloodied badges upon scabbed knuckles. Blue tinkered with a tin can decorated with screws, knives, bolts and freeform crayon patterns. They were smiles and hugs and laughter, just like goggles and lockpick. Four--four children, four bouquets scattered to pieces about the beast. B R O K E N!

Warwick's ear twitched and angled to the side, both standing at attention. A voice spoke, hushed and grating. Fork scribbled against porcelain. Heart's desire. Pink's desire--protect blue, goggles and lockpick. A good heart, a good colour. Either paw tenses as the caustic ooze filtered throughout its body flowed into the brazen gauntlet stitched into its arm. A thousand-thousand biting gnats snap at the monster's flesh--an itch nothing could scratch. Scratches mar another's arm, pink flesh made white from deeds gone. Pink without blue, without goggles and lockpick. Where are they? W H E R E A R E T H E Y!

The floor shakes as both paws come crashing down upon stained floorboards. Wood threatens to give way to inhuman strength, groaning undercurrent to the whirring chamber embedded in its back. Petals and stems are crushed Goggles and lockpick, puddles of scarlet blooming from debris. Pink lays beneath metal--monsters loom in the smog, directed by a figure. The figure. The eye. O N E G L I T T E R I N G E Y E!

Liquid FIRE fills its veins! A madman's plunger splits muscle and pierces bone! Its world is RED and ORANGE and ANGER and PAIN!! The eye wants pink! Wants blue! Took goggles and lockpick! Can't save them all--have to save them! I T H U R T S!!

"LET ME FORGET!"

A treetrunk swung out from the MONSTER, slamming into the person and throwing them clear. MEANINGLESS NOISE! PAIN! PAIN! Fight through it! Fight for blue! Fight for pink! Follow the scent, find the EYE! The BEAST turns to the nearest window and throws itself through the shattered remnants of glass. Dulled blades DIG into hide! Splintered wood explodes from window sill as the BEAST disappears into the smoggy night.

[chemicalmongrel]

misstantabismuses:

"Hhhrrrrr", made Jinx and nervousness and pain twisted up her stomach. Her anxiety needled at her and the static in her head grew with each passing minute. Mylo and Claggor were lingering just out of sight like two jaguars, ready to pounce upon an unexpecting stag. Her hand trembled and Jinx slowly pulled it backwards, moving the trigger inch by inch. Pow-Pow's barrels were starting to rotate, however, no shot was being fired yet. "Where?", asked Jinx, feeling the words press their way through her teeth like her whole subconsciousness was desperately trying to stop her from questioning this development, "Where did you see me, wolf?"

Blue. She was right here and blue, bluer than she was before. But who was she? Blue. She was blue and indigo and violet and bruised and alone. Why was she alone? Strong, stronger than she knew but she shouldn't be alone. Not yet. Not in this town where blood flowed free. BE QUIET!! Words and scenes rebounded in the beast's head while the man spiraled. It was a hornet's nest. All buzzing and fleeting and stinging and pain. Enough to make the beast sick of the little man's snivelling little voice! Pink! No matter what, she would never leave blue to fend for herself! Never in a hundred years, a million years! SHUT UP!! No, there will be no peace until the man had an answer!

"...where is Pink?..." The words just fell from its lips, voice ragged and croaking from disuse. "...where..." Despite the whirring of the chamber and the spinning barrels threatening to air the lupine creature out, it took a step forward. Something made threatening by its size. Yet the way its tail hung limp and fur smoothed across its body, ears angled back. It made to reach out with its hand, the one in which metal and flesh melded together.

But it stopped, face spasming as the anguish burbled to the surface.

[chemicalmongrel]

misstantabismuses:

"Your sister is gone. You know that as well as I do." She had been able to remove most of the debris from Warwick's body, thus allowing the wolf to get on his feet easier, when the large beast spoke again. Jinx stopped digging, holding a chunk of debris in her arms, and listened as the gargled voice revealed a probable place to hide A tavern at the edges of the swamp level. Not The Last Drop as the Lanes were located in the entresol level and for lack of a better word almost the heart of the Undercity. "I think I know where that place is you are talking about. Come on, Wolf. Let's go."

Thunder and rain. You could count the number of natural phenomena the undercity got to experience on one hand. Sometimes on just three fingers, depending on how deep you go. But that did not preclude Zaunites from the joys of experiencing the byproducts of abysmal weather topside. And as the wind from above howled its way down through the spires, alleys, pnuema-tubes, pipes and vent stacks, water begins to pour in from the runoff drains spread all throughout. In time, it would become a deluge that flooded the Sumps. In time, the staccato of an angry god would force factories to shutdown lest they risk incurring the volatile anger of chemtech. In time, everything would become a hazy mist amid the drizzling rain. Just another day in Zaun.

To describe the trek down through Zaun, toward the golden disc, with any pleasant word would be a lie. Droplets of water plummeted all around the unlikely pair in a steady crescendo. It worsened the visibility of an already abysmal day of Gray. Making the already stagnant, penny-laden air muggy and humid. But the ambient ether was chilly compared to the gouts of steam pouring from the beast's shoulders. While dragging him through the thoroughfares, alleys and abandoned courtyards, the machinery threaded throughout his body vented excess heat into the air. It billowed out from eso-philtre vents. protruding from his shoulders. Bulky, glaring augments that huff and puff with each belabored breath--not dissimilar from the augmetics seen on overwrought chempunks. Although the steam was far more tolerable than the pulped viscera trailing behind them. Especially when squirming intestines, desperate to coil back up into the reforming torso of the beast, caught on something. But blue pushed on, Jinx carried a weight Powder may well have crumpled under--one far greater than even a chempunk could. After a time, the meager livings of lower Entresol gave way to the pauper's half-life in the Sumps. You could tell when you were getting close to the heart of old Zaun when the air curdled. Becoming thick and chunky, something you had to chew to make breathable. Where the Gray was thickest, pooling along the toxic runoff like a fogbank and hiding all manner of awfulness. Or when the streets became crowded, worn down or poorly constructed. Down here was where the truth of Zaun came out in force. Everything was for sale, and everything was stolen--heavy and unsightly augments kept adults from dying while snipes lurked in the shadows of alleys. This was where you went to when the city decided to spit you out. Were it not for Jinx's own reputation and the monster she lugged with her, the paupers and chempunks and runny-nosed snipes might well have pegged her for a mark. But Zaunites always knew their own when they saw them. And tucked away in one of the many rundown ghettos people, for some reason, kept clinging onto was a hint of gold.

Warwick's ear flicked at the sound of glass crunched underfoot and brick kicked aside--some amount of life was coming back to the wolf. Hidden away in a forgotten corner of the neighborhood was a building large enough to be consider a tavern. Perhaps an inn, once? Someplace for sump-scrapers and thugs to hang up their boots for a spell, find a bite to eat and partake of the rotten swill Zaun called alcohol. Except it was a pale imitation of The Last Drop, likely even before it had been turned inside out. A sign with half its letters worn off hung over the ruin of the front door, what few bolts keeping it in place threatening to give way. They read, T-e Su- D--c on the backdrop of what once was a glorious sun. And the contents of the building people had not seen fit to pilfer laid sprawled out afore it like a moth-tattered, mildewed pool of vomit. Inside faired little better. It resembled the platonic ideal of a common room for a tavern or an inn. Full of ruined furniture, a cracked bartender's area in the middle and shattered glass from broken windows above. Letting the rain and the wind in, dripping onto the stone floor. Producing a whistling sound from how it curled along the second floor railing. Something someone had hoped to one day make into what they envisioned an open place full of smiling faces would look like. The only thing left of a time when the fireplaces at either corner of the first floor were lit was a broken sun decoration dangling from cables overhead.

The man smelled the air, sniffing weakly. Where was the bacon and grease? Or the slightly stale beer poured from a recycled cask? It all felt empty, cold. Alone. He was home.

[chemicalmongrel]

misstantabismuses:

"Hey, it's alright, Wolf", Jinx whispered, stumbling over her own words; not knowing what to say, she fell into the mantra, Silco would tell her whenever she lost herself in her own head, "It's not your fault. You are not in the bad place anymore. You are here with me. You are safe. Everything is going to be fine. You'll be fine. I'm not dead, Wolf. See?" The Loose Canon sniffled softly as her tank top slipped to a side, revealing a bad scar parting the skin on her right shoulder. "Despite everything, I am not dead. I'm fine. So no need to worry." Above them, the air carried the smell of approaching rain and thick clouds robbed Zaun of the last few rays of sunshine, which may have fought their way down the dingy streets. The low grumbling of thunder and the wind, thugging at Jinx's braids, promised a storm to come. The Loose Canon peered up at the clouds in wary mistrust. Turning back towards Vander, Jinx said: "We need to get you out of the rubble before the rain hits. Do you have any shelter?"

There wasn't any strength left in the chimera's body to lash out at the pain that shot through his shoulder. He could barely even register it. Like a needle lost amid a haystack, the pain was all encompassing. More so than ever before. Yet the image of blue pouring strength that belied her knobby body, all knees and elbows, was forever burned in Warwick's head. So much was different. All of it wrong in ways the man might have struggled with had he all his faculties about him. Then the scene shifted and he felt his head resting against someone's lap. Had he not tapped someone's cheek? When was that, did it happen? All the thoughts in his head were trickling out of the fissure splitting the back of his head. His eyes lolled about until coming to rest upon Jinx (Blue? Powder? Who?), wincing from the blood and grime caked into her face.

Angling back and forth, Warwick's ears chased after blue's voice as it skittered up and down the debris. It was distant yet close. Echoing down the way yet resonating right up against his eardrums. Something that made less and less sense the longer his splintered mind tried to focus on it. He was dying, again. It was a familiar sensation given how many times he, man and beast, had since the madman discarded his broken body. Watching glimpses of sump rats skittering through the bar after hours, jumping up on the tables and knocking over glasses. Heedless to how long it took to clean it after. Seeing fleeting hints of white fur, cloven feet and a massive wolf trailing after the white. All mingled together until it became impossible to tell what was, what is and what wasn't. How pathetic he was. To die in pink's arms, now to die in blue's arms.

Droplets of brackish rain pattered down from on high, slipping from rooftops and gutters and the everpresent smog blanketing Zaun. It was refreshing. It was damning. It was everything a sad, lonely boy bereft of his mother had hoped to see when he looked up toward the absent skyline. Her face, too, faded into the flame. The scar biting into blue's shoulder brought the man back to the forefront, out of the fuzzy reveries of nothing. Even as drops of water started to pool into the crevices of his eyes, even when her words were muted and indistinct. The scar was an island amid the growing hot-cold of his body. It seemed otherwordly against her pale, grimy skin. Like an ugly crag that splits the lip of a cliff, it dips in and turns the pale to an even paler hue. Scar tissue and something else... was there something else? When did she get it? Where did blue wander to find it? For a moment, the crack of thunder scared off the lamb and her hunting dog. Its jagged light would never be seen from so far down. But the tremor of its thunder could be felt from anywhere in Zaun. In how it shook the filling of your teeth, leaving a burnt copper taste against your tongue. And filling your ears with the rattle of hollow pipes. One of Warwick's eyes went cold and dim, but the other still burned with the same pitiful fire as before.

Shelter? A home? The words itched at several parts of his head, made the beast keen and the man remember sights and sounds and smells. Frothy mugs and soft music joined with the occasional boisterous laugh while pool cues clack away. His hands are always busy with something, the cotton of a cloth or the smooth chill of a spigot. Whiffs of smoke mingled with the soupy quality of the undercity air, but the whine (was it meant to be making that noise?) of that expensive exo-philtrator unit he managed to get installed meant it would always be breathable. How could you describe a home in words comprehensible to anyone who hasn't lived in it? Especially when it wasn't yours anymore. But it wasn't the only place. He remembered the scent of oil a few days from expiring as it popped in a pan from the crystal burner stovetop. Soupier air a bit heavier with the Gray than usual. Something you could taste, all gritty and caustic. Made all the worse by how it sat in your lungs, festering in the humidity and sweltering heat, with spoiled lavender. Yet the colors were brighter than outside. And there was a promise of bacon (what passed for it) and sausage and stewed mushrooms. Was this home? He couldn't remember, but a small part of the man knew the latter still existed while the former was a bitter scab for blue, pink and green.

"...gold..." he wheezed "...'ear the sump... border wit'... entresol... a small div' wit'... gold disc fer a... sign..." Then his head slumped back, his one good eye dimming out of consciousness.

[chemicalmongrel]

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"Y-you aren't dead", Jinx whispered as she cautiously stepped closer towards the wolf, "Wow. That's impressive." She hadn't tried to kill him of course, but it still astonished her. Normally people didn't survive her explosions. Normally, loved ones didn't survive it when she jinxed everything. "Murderer." Her head shook low as she tried to ignore Mylo's accusation. It was not an accusation; it was the truth. Jinx placed her hand on the metal rod and said: "I am going to pull this out of you, Wolf, if you don't lunge at me. And by the way, my name is Jinx. What's yours? It's clearly not... Well, I don't think I can call you who you used to be, Wolf."

Moments before the WRETCHED gun with O N E E Y E hefted against blue's shoulder snapped at the BEAST, everything ground to a stop. The world got caught up in a picture frame. One you could put your hand through, feel around and mess with what it depicted. But only for it all to snap back into position. A moment to ponder, frozen in time. Voices layered atop one another until garbled memories jumbled into a Gordion Knot. Goggles and lockpicks and scabbed knuckles and symbol monkies. Jokes and jabs traded over a store counter. A man held beneath the Pilt, blood clouding already caustic waters. Years of promises shattered in a single night. He thought of the wordless promise he made the bodies lying on the bridge, scarlet pooling around them. Of the word he gave to two scared little girls, lost twisting in the wind. An oath of blood shared between brothers. Names and faces fading in the flames. It was happening again, only now he didn't have the excuse of leather strips biting into his extremities. Binding him down. Leaving him helpless to fight for those he took so much from already. QUIET.. A failure through and through- Heroes always die... ...I have never been better than this... This ignominious end seemed only fitting.

Despite itself, the BEAST bellowed with white-hot anguish clawing at its throat--one that shone through the missile's shout. Fire licked up its matted hide with the feverish appetite of a scampering sump rat. Oranges and yellows and reds mingled with crimson and phlegm-flecked chemicals. It CHARRED its flesh and SCOURED dark blue fur until it better resembled charcoal. Feeling like the hellish spawn between a first-degree burn and a heat rash. And then came the force of a HUNDRED hammers against its body. Bone and flesh RUPTURED, old scars splitting at the seams and weeping caustic ichor. Every limb cried out. It JOLTED back. The air sucked down its throat felt hot, tasted of rotten pennies and rancid mucus that threatened to POP its lungs. Burning shrapnel peppered the roof, ricocheting off shattered slate and riddling the MONSTER'S body. Some piercing clean-through. Others getting embedded like wasp stingers or coming to rest within the jagged canals burrowed into its MEAT! Worse still was how quick its body tried to mend itself. Like an overeager seamstress looking to claw out some recognition so she might have the means to start her own business. Its flesh writhed around where air ran razors over its body. Trying to knit itself back together, force SPLINTERED bone back into a cohesive shape. Despite it all, though, Warwick never took its eyes off blue. Was there a glimmer of a man in those eyes? A ghost of a man who always handed her a bucket of scrap metal, screws and oil crayons when he saw a burst of inspiration flash in her eyes? Something sad and angry, disappointed? Bitter, griefstricken? Who could say, really? The roof gave way.

At least a ton of stone, metal and burning wood was sent careening toward the crossroads below. Like a landslide without any incline to tumble down. Missing a walkway entirely and slipping down past several layers of Zaun. Punching a hole through the Gray. Leaving dust and detritus drifting in its wake. Swallowing the MONSTER in a dense, cloying cloud. Falling in the same manner Jinx had when, for the first time, her machinery worked. Only Warwick had no time to ponder before a heavy dose of reality shattered his spine and unzipped his backside like an overstuffed sausage. Then the rest of the debris came tumbling onto him, SMASHING his limbs and RUPTURING his body. Driving rebar and sections of pipe through his guts. Saddling the BEAST with punctured lungs and viscera turned to speckled jelly. So when she, Jinx, came upon the handiwork of her inventions--describing the pitiful sight before her as anything more than a dog that forgot how to die was generosity personified.

Whatever was left of the beast incited by the chambers and plungers had lost the strength to give blue the time of day. Having its very life spread out from under the rock and metal crushing its body would do that. Ichor and chemicals oozed from Warwick's split, ruined lips. Something important had broken inside his body. Despite that, whatever kept him going could be seen trying to put his body back together. When she spoke, his one good ear flicked before the eye that hadn't been smashed and starting to ooze out the sides drifted to attention. It was no longer crimson, nor was it a mucus green. It was a weak, pale blue.

He saw her face and felt his head pinch, trying to sift through the jumbled mess of its psyche. Searching for anything substantial. Anything to grab onto. Warwick barely even felt the rod lodged in his shoulder get removed. All he could do was muster the will to raise his ruined arm not pinned beneath rock and metal toward blue, toward Jinx, toward Powder. A name--if nothing else, a name would do. He remembered tapping her cheek with two knuckles when she was pouting. Whenever she had a fight with her sister, with pink. She always came to the same stool at the bar, face downcast and eyes puffy. Then he took out her cup, a jug of juice, filled it to the brim in front of her before then tapping two knuckles on her cheek to get her attention. So he did just that. Reached out to her face, straining his arm, before tapping her cheek. "...am sorry..." he croaked. "...'m fault..."

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Vi hadn't been able to accept that Jinx had changed. The Loose Canon was not going to make that same mistake when it came to the wolf. Vander was no longer Vander. He was someone new, someone more dangerous, someone monstrous. There was something comforting about that fact really! Simply because it confirmed everything, Silco had taught her years ago. Monsters survived. People succumbed. Finally, Jinx reached a very narrow street. Between the two house walls were a few balustrades and staircases, which created a strange and hard-to-recognise web. Jinx landed back on the ground and hoisted Fishbones off her back, propping him on her shoulders. Fingers looped around the trigger and she directed the shark's nose upwards, ready to fire. "Here, wolfy-wolf."

It was every NIGHTMARE the man could ever conceive made manifest right before his very eyes. Something that dwelled in the darkest corner of his heart. Tormenting his FRACTURED mind. Always shattering whatever semblance of normal he thought to have scrapped up from the floor he was left battered and BROKEN against. Chasing down blue. But the liquid FIRE scalding the BEAST from the inside out left nothing sacred. Not when the world was bathed in RED! Tainted by a MADMAN! Until there is nothing left but SHOUTING and SCREAMING!! Dont hurt her! BLOOD!! Don't hunt blue! BROKEN!! Please, listen, stop! NOTHING LEFT!! Every thought he had, it had, was stained by the chemicals and the madman with his wretched knives and foul tinctures. Both voices warped at the edges. Started to blend into a single screeching cacophony. Leaving its ears flicked back, pelt bristled and lips drawn back so its crushing teeth might taste the rancid air. Whatever lucidity Warwick, the BEAST might have had, it was drowned in the chemicals pooling into its lungs, heart and skull.

The chambers protruding from the MONSTER'S backside plunged in, slow and certain, while the arrow-tipped plunger burrowed into its MEAT. Like a drill scouring the land for oil. Clouding the sky with discarded detris. It fills it with FIRE and HATE until its body glowed a bright orange-red and felt ready to snap like a coil wound too tight. Steam drifted up off its body, gouts of smoke belching from the philtres in its shoulders, tendrils of smoke trailing from the corners of its lips and nostrils. Rotten BLOOD sprays across the cobble and metal, sizzling chemicals pockmarking both while bladed claws erupt from their MEAT casings. Until they are razor swords that burned with the intensity of a wildfire, one that RAGED throughout its body and produced a vivid orange glow. One that rivaled the sun so often hidden from the city below. Like a warning light cueing in passersby of the danger a moment too late. An echoing crack! resounded from the alley before a deafening ROAR startled the already panicked crowd a blue-haired woman tore through.

The scent of BLOOD trailed off out of the alley and into the crowd, so the BEAST gave chase! Kept low to the ground like a bull exposed to red, the MONSTER leaped out of the alley and barreled through crowds of gawkers. Leaving behind burning tracks with every thunderous stride. Scouring the rock and metal. Men and women were sent flying. Each screaming, shouting warnings to those caught in the way of a runaway train. But the pigtails twisting and flailing behind a blurred woman hopped up on her own BLOOD was the only thing the creature cared to keep its blazing eyes anchored onto. She VANISHED! Where did she go? BLUE!! Its eyes darted here and there before an ear snapped to attention, angling every which way at the sound of worn heels hitting slate. That's when it dug into the ground beneath, skidding to a halt and leaving a series of deep gouges across the thoroughfare. Craned its neck and sprung up with all the grace of cargo freight propelled by a canon. Before IMPACTING the roof, shattering slate and slapping whoever owned the building with a hefty repair bill in the future.

It turned every which way, searching for BLUE yet felt every hair on its body stand on end. Then it saw why. O N E E Y E Either arm rose up to shield itself from the grinning maniac resting in her hands while the chambers ground away in its backside.

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"Vi's on the other side of the river", Jinx revealed and venom dripped from each word, "She's in a big cosy house with a big cosy girlfriend. She left me...again. She chose that blasted sister thief over me. But it's fine." An angry chuckle left her lips. "It's fine. I am fine! I got Fishbones. I need no one else."

Jinx reached up with her hand and softly patted against the shark rocket launcher's snout. The Loose Canon had turned her head a bit to be able to properly look into dark blue glowing eyes, sharp, jagged teeth and the gash, parting one of the shark's eyes. He looked so much like him. But that had been intentional. After all, Fishbones had been meant as a gift for him. Just like the pepperbox was in some ways, once she had worked out all the kinks. After all, why else give the weapon seven barrels?

Was any of this even real? The thought echoed in his head until it was all the man could think about. Like something out of a radio talkshow. One where the host kept drilling the guest with the same confounded question, again and again. Yet no amount of deflecting could clue the witless bastard in on the room's atmosphere. JUST READ THE ROOM!! It was made all the worse by the fact that there was no air conditioning. Just a muggy, humid sort of heat. Something you could only get when too much polluted air congregated in one place. Thus all the irksome scents rife in the air were magnified. BLOOD!! No! Stay focused, don't hurt blue! Don't lose control, stay in the now! Warwick felt the chill touch of metal pressed up to his chest and recoiled as if struck. His chest was rising and falling in rapid motion. It was difficult to breathe. He felt something trying to claw its way out of his throat. But he stuffed it back down until it burned his heart, focusing on what was afore him. Yet he could feel himself tittering on a razor edge--emphasized by how the chambers in his back whirred.

He looked to blue and saw her face soften, tension draining from her every muscle. Her scent shifted from predator to something else. Something old. Something new. There was a new face beneath that blue and it had a hardset jaw that had seen a hundred fresh horrors it never ought to have endured. But it was also the same, shaped different now, but still had all the hallmarks of an energetic little girl who needed a cup of juice when things didn't go how she wanted. STOP!! Icy needles pressed into the recesses of his cranium, cracking the bone and rearranging the gray matter. His thoughts were all over the place. Scenes and places from a lifetime ago flittered by. Then blue said a name and the needles became white hot. PAIN... NOTHING!! Vander Vander Vander Vander VandervandERvaNDErVAnD- Quiet! Emotions ran rampant and it showed in the caustic sludge burbling in the chambers and tubing. From green to blue to violet to black to crimson and back again. It was a phenomenon seen in his eyes, too, dancing down that same gradient. What did he do, what did he not do? All PAIN and scalpels and shimmer-poisoned food forced down your throat through a tube. Keep EATING until you become big and strong, an efficient MONSTER. Just like you always have been! But then you just vomit BLOOD and feel your bones cracking! He was brought out from the spiral by another touch, warmer, sticky. Something he recoiled from again. Only now the grinding of his chambers became deafening in his ears. His blood raced at the irresistible scent of blood. Could feel his heart hammer away and his breathing worsen, could feel how the ooze in his veins grew hotter by the moment. Saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth but he held on, ground his teeth to dust and clamped onto his own tongue until he tasted iron.

"...other side? What..." its voice faltered toward the end. Sister stealer? Shacked up with a well-heeled Piltie? There was something interwoven with the name and how blue said it. How she spoke of pink. It was everything but what the faint recollection the man still retained said it was. Like reaching out and taking a bundle of thread, only to find they're frayed and tied off to wildly different sections of a tapestry. One you had no hand in making. One you had been cut out of by the hands of another. His eyes trailed across blue's face--what was her name?--until drifting to the item she tapped with a hand. Then his eyes and the sludge threatening to scald him from the inside out turned a black-mottled crimson. Jagged teeth and a crooked smile. Face offset and attention brought to an eye that was hewn. It glittered. Stared him down, glaring a crooked sneer. O N E G L I T T E R I N G E Y E!

Liquid FIRE fills its veins! A madman's plunger splits muscle and pierces bone! Its world is RED and ORANGE and ANGER and PAIN!! But the man held the beast off, even as its entire body recoiled and tensed enough to make its bones creak from the effort. "NO... SCREAMS-- RUN!!"