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springdandelixn · 1 year

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Against the Tide - Part I

Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: unwanted touching, power imbalance, abusive undertones, more to be added as the series progresses.

Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion and Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale (biker au)

A/N: I have taken a dive into newer territory and it’s such a thrilling experience. It’s a first I’m writing for James Conrad so please be gentle. I do dedicate this piece to one of my babies, @michelleleewise 💙 Belated Happy Birthday, dear. Also a belated happy birthday to @coldnique!!

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

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You turn your head to face the back of the bar when you hear the commotion coming from the kitchen, the din of Melody’s angry voice mixing in with the clack of the pool balls from the other side of the bar and the music playing from the speakers. Luis, the new hire, must have messed up another customer’s order, probably burning the burger patties like he did last night.

You feel your phone buzz from your back pocket and pull off the simple black apron tied around your waist. Turning off your alarm, you peek from the kitchen window and tap your hand against the metal surface, a chuckle leaving your lips as you see Melody’s fuming face.

“What?!” She snarls and you only roll your eyes playfully at her rage.

“I’m taking my break.” You tell her, holding out your hand after. “Cigs.”

She pulls a pack from the back of her pocket and slaps it on your hand, giving her a playful wave with your fingers before looking at Luis and laughing at the way he frowns when Melody goes back to scolding him.

The summer night breeze is a welcome sensation when you step out of the bar and walk over to the side of the building where the cars and motorcycles of the patrons are parked. Tapping the pack against your palm you take the nicotine stick that slides free and tuck it between your lips.

Shaking the lighter, you flick your thumb against the small metal gear, watching the flame come to life and lighting the tip of the cigarette. You take a long drag, watching the embers eat at the roll of tobacco before huffing the smoke up into the air. A small sigh leaves your lips as you can’t help but contemplate what your life has become while watching the smoke form clouds around the full moon that shines in contrast to the dark sky.

All your life you’ve only been in Westmoor, never once venturing away from the small town, even if it’s just to visit the next one over. You once had plans of leaving the place you call home when you were a teenager, to abandon the miserable and abusive life you’ve come to know since you were born—your alcoholic father seeing you as a burden and your mother too afraid to fight back once he cracks his hand against your cheek.

You were free once your mother died from illness, running away from home and finding solace at Ol’ Sammy’s place. The old man treated you like you were his own, his wife, Eleanor, showering you with the love and affection you’ve never known. They’d even ward off your deadbeat father when he would storm up to their porch, demanding money you owed him for raising you.

You felt like you had a family in their presence but even so, your desire to leave just drew stronger. For there was truly nothing but hardship in this town. Yet no matter how hard you tried, saving every penny you can from years of working at Nick’s, leaving just seemed impossible.

Especially now with the gang of bikers that have seemingly taken over just about a year ago. Coming into town and claiming it as their own, with every resident scared for their lives as they shamelessly flaunt their power. They made it their job to make their presence known, terrorizing businesses and taking money for protection that isn’t needed. For no one comes to Westmoor to cause havoc, the only visitors being passersby and hunters during the fall.

The roar of a motorcycle pulls you from your thoughts and you stand rigid against the wall when you see the gang parking their bikes in front of you. You feel a chill run up your spine at their sudden appearance. It’s Wednesday and you know they’re not supposed to be here, Nick telling everyone at the bar when they’re scheduled to collect.

“Hey there, sugar,” Billy calls as soon as their engines die, the burly man getting off his bike and casually striding over to where you stand.

You do your best to keep your guard up, you know better than to face them alone. Rolling your eyes at Billy’s greeting, you drop your cigarette to the ground and stomp your foot on it to kill the embers before walking away. But a yelp of surprise leaves your lips when your pulled back, the air punching out of your lungs when your back hits the wall, eyes growing wide as Billy presses his hand against the concrete surface, trapping you.

“Leaving so soon?” He teases, the hair sitting over his lip moving in waves as he juts out his lips. “We just got here.”

“I’m done my break.” You say in annoyance, pressing your fists against his chest, trying to push him away. “Melody will be furious if I’m late.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you taking a couple more minutes if she knew you were with me.” His breath already reeks of alcohol, making your stomach turn as he leans closer to your face.

“That’s enough, Billy.”

Your spine tingles in fear when you hear James’ voice, Billy giving you another smirk, turning your head away when his fingers rub against your cheek when he pulls away from the wall.

Out of all the bikers, James is the one people fear the most. His calm demeanor is nothing but a front to his hidden rage. You’ve witnessed first hand when Richard, one of the bar patrons, beat him in a game of pool, the man never coming back to Nick’s after he was bedridden for almost a month.

He’s stopped drinking, his wife, Ingrid, said when you went over to their place to drop off a pie Eleanor made. But the brace around his neck and the bruises you saw decorating his face when Ingrid opened the door a little too wide said otherwise.

“You got a light?” James asks as he stands in front of you. You reach into your pocket and hold out the lighter, keeping your expression stoic when he cups your hand with both his, flicking the flame to life before lighting his nicotine stick.

You pull your hand back when he finishes, tucking the lighter back in your pocket and standing still as he takes a drag and huffs out the smoke, his blue eyes never leaving you.

“What are you doing out here all alone, dove?” He asks, his gaze lingering down your body before he meets your eyes again.

“I was on break.” You respond in a monotone voice. “Was just about to head back.”

“Is Nick in?”

“He called out. Said his wife is sick.”

“Is that so?” He chuckles, taking another puff of the cigarette, cringing when he blows the smoke at your chest. “I guess we came here for nothing, boys. Unless you can make it worth my while?” He asks and you quickly slip away when he leans in closer, your heart pounding hard against your chest when he grabs you all of a sudden. “And who gave you permission to leave?” You shiver at his tone, hushed yet menacing.

“I have to go back to work.” You reason, wincing as he tightens his hold on your wrist when you try to pull away. “You guys come in and have a drink, so your trip isn’t wasted.” You say in a rush, your voice shaking as you speak. “On the house, as much as you want. I’m sure Nick won’t mind.”

“C’mon, boss.” Billy interjects, his voice sounding like an excited little kid about to get a ice cream from the shop. “I also want to challenge Mikey to a game of pool.”

A grunt echoes at the side and you see James’ right hand man, Michael, standing and watching you impassively at the side. His tattoo-covered arms are crossed over his chest, his finger leisurely rubbing the base of the gun that hangs on his holster as if waiting for the opportunity to use it.

“Very well.” James groans and drops the half finished cigarette on the ground, releasing your hand all the same. “But you’ll be the one to serve us. No one else. Understood?” He demands.

You nod and quickly scurry away from him, your annoyance instantly flaring when Billy slaps his hand against your ass when you pass him.

The stuffy atmosphere is a welcome distraction as you walk back into the building. Melody stands behind the bar, the anger from earlier replaced with a smile. But as soon as she sees you, her lips slant and you know that she knows something isn’t right.

“What’s wrong?” She asks.

“Conrad and his minions are here.” You quickly tell Melody as you make your way at the back of the bar, the smile on her face quickly fading at your announcement.

“What are they doing here?” She whispers, turning her back when the boys enter the bar, helping you grab their drinks from the fridge.

“They’re looking for Nick.”

“Did you tell them he isn’t here?”

“I did but they won’t leave me alone.” You bite back, popping the caps of the bottles before setting them atop a round tray. “I told them they can have drinks, on the house.”

“What?! Are you stupid? Nick will be—”

“He’ll be happy that we kept them happy. You know how Conrad is.” You hiss, taking the tray. “And the last thing we need is for him to burn down the bar.”

“Fine.” She says in defeat. “I’ll try to call Nick, maybe he can make them go away.”

You don’t say anything. You already know as well as she and the whole town of Westmoor that it’s impossible to get rid of James and his men.

#james conrad #captain james conrad #james conrad x reader #dark james conrad #dark!james conrad #biker au #against the tide #kong skull island au #james conrad au #coconut bun stories

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shisabun-art · 2 months

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Three Kings Au:

Godzilla decided that Kong should introduce himself to Rodan. No, he did not go with him. No, he did not give him good directions. Yes, he is laughing his ass off about it.

Also, according to Netflix's Skull Island, Kong is a bird dad.

#rodorah #three kings au #rodan #king kong #godzilla #skull island #monsterverse #kaiju

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startheskelaton · 15 days

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Gonna catch smoke for this but I need to round out my Mothzillakong brain rot 🧡🤎

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nekkyousagiart · 15 days

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"Wrath of the Skar King" - [Godzilla X Kong: The New Empire]

#godzilla gijinka au #godzilla x kong: the new empire #skar king #godzilla x kong #monsterverse #gijinka designs #kaiju red #monsterverse skar king #nekkyousagiart #character design #kong skull island #hollow earth monsterverse #GxK #GxK spoilers

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months

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𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as violence, blood, mentions of cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your suspicions lead to a discovery you'll never forget. (Part of the Illuminate AU)

Characters: James Conrad

Note: This is our last installment for October. I had a lot of fun with this and I hope you did too. Let me know what you think about me possibly opening drabble reqs/imagines as little continuations of these fics.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

“Be careful,” you gird as James grabs his suitcase, his black wool coat buttoned up under his grey scarf, “the roads are awful. Are you sure you can’t delay?”

You cross your arms and shiver as the frigid winter seeps in around the front door behind him. He gives a mournful shake of his head. He looks gaunt and ashen, a feat for someone with his bone structure. He makes himself smile and steps towards you, cradling the back of your head as he draws you close to kiss your forehead.

You close your eyes and tilt your head up, claiming a kiss on the mouth too. He pulls you close, embracing you tightly. You feel him tense before he lets you go. Your anxiety heightens as you retract and look him up and down.

It isn’t unusual for him to travel for work, you knew that when accepted the job, and you can’t complain for the profit of his efforts. Yet, the last few times, you’ve had this uneasy feeling. A little voice that keeps whispering to you that something is amiss. There’s something you’re not being told.

“I will,” he avows, “love you.”

“Love you too,” you echo on impulse. You mean it but that doubt nips inside of you.

“I’ll call…” he says, “please, don’t worry too much about me.”

“I always worry,” now that is true.

“Stay in tonight,” he says as he tucks his gloves into his pocket and hooks his finger through his keys, “it’s cold.”

“Trust me, I won’t be out,” you scoff, “bye babe.”

“Bye,” he says reticently, unable to restrain a twiddle in his fingers.

He faces the door and lets himself out. You follow behind him as he pulls the door shut and you push on it to make sure it catches. You hover your hand on the lock and watch him through the slender pane of glass set into the door. He looks back as he gets to the car, raising his hand in a half-hearted wave.

He could cancel, couldn’t he? Say the weather was too much, the roads icy. He should be able to and he hardly seems eager to go. Or perhaps, only guilty…

You can’t wait another month for your answer. You back away from the door without locking it and take out your phone. You pull up the app and see the little dot in your driveway, backing out slowly. You shouldn’t have done it, you shouldn’t have slipped the tag in his bag, but you know you won’t sleep either way.

You’ll wait ten minutes before you leave. You slide open the closet and pull out your jacket and boots. You’ll have to keep your distance, try not to catch up. If he gets to the interstate, you’ll turn back. You’ll know then if he’s lying or not.

🌕

The sky darkens quickly. With your headlights off, it's even more umbrous. A full moon is expected and would help illuminate the road if it even deigns to emerge from behind the clouds.

You follow the dot on your phone, driving slowly to keep a safe distance, to not be seen. Your husband's care turns away from the interstate and your dread mounts. He doesn't head for the country roads either.

It's only as you take the next turn and hit gravel that you realise exactly where you are. You're headed into the industrial district. What a choice for a hookup. You're convinced now.

You dim the screen of your phone as the dot of the airtag blinks closer and closer in the app. You steer slowly over the stony lot past one of the block factories and past an inactive smokestack. You stop just as you spot the idling tail lights of James’ car.

You shut off your engine and watch as he does the same. You watch him through the darkness, the pillow clouds of the winter’s night casting him in ominous shadows. He gets out, his tall silhouette slightly hunched as he nearly staggers forward. He shakes his head as if he’s dizzy.

He nears the large building before him, soft light radiating around the crack of the large metal door. You note that he doesn’t bring his bag from the back seat. You already know this isn’t business, but that’s all the proof you need to sink into your despair.

You watch as the tall metal door slides back from within and he dips his head as he’s greeted by another figure within. You see only her outline. Her. You shudder and tear your gaze away, staring at the stone on your finger. You hear the heavy shift of the door as it rolls shut, clanging as it’s locked from the other side.

Fuck. What now? You know what he’s been up to but you don’t have a plan beyond that. Do you drive home and cry into a glass of wine? Do you get out and confront him? Tell him not to come back.

Suddenly, the world brightens around you as the layers of clouds recede and reveal the full face of the moon. The silver light beams down and shines on James’ car and the front of the dingy white industrial building.

Your eyes sting as you find yourself paralysed. Go back or forward. You don’t know what way to go.

A starling growl rips through the whistling wind and jars you. You look around, horrified by the noise, something eerie you can’t place. A wolf? Around here? You grip the wheel tight as your eyes return to the dented facade of the abandoned factory.

Your inaction, your indecision holds you there. Deep down, you didn’t want to believe. You couldn’t. You love James so much that maybe you can get through this.

Your hopeless thoughts are interrupted by the sudden shatter of glass. Shocked, you look up to the rain of shards as they fall from the second story of the building. A dark shape plummets from the height and heaps onto the ground, twitching. Oh god, it can’t be!

You lean forward, trying to see if the figure is still moving. Is it a person? Is it him? That fear submerges you and cuts through your hurt and anger. You get out without another doubt, leaving the car door open and you race towards the puffing body on the ground.

As you near, you slow, stopping just a few feet away as you realise it can’t possibly be your husband. It isn’t even human. The… creature raises its head, sniffing with its long snout as it bears its teeth with a ravenous snarl. Its silver eyes meet yours as you stumble back in terror.

What is that?

You shriek as it plants its feet and rises. You step backwards, twisting on your heel as you hurl yourself back towards your car. You run without looking back, hearing that thing pursuing you with its gritty breaths and crashing paws. No, no, no!

You pant as your shoulder hits the door of your car. You barely keep it from closing full and pull it back. As you do, you feel a fiery rip through your flesh, right down the back of your leg, ripping through your muscle. You kick back and launch yourself into the front seat.

You turn and pull the door shut, catching the wolfish monster’s head between it and the metal frame. You cling to the door as it snaps its jaw at you, growling and slobbering your leg throbs hotly. You shift the door and inch and pull it shut, slamming it against the beast's neck. It yelps and as it recoils and you let up enough for it to reel back in the dirt.

You quickly lock the doors and the windows and face the wheel. Your leg is almost impossible to control as it shakes, slick with blood as it seeps through your jeans. You’re dizzy as you feel your strength draining fast.

You won’t make it far if you don’t stem the flow. Fast! The beast hops onto your hood, its claws denting it as it hammers on the metal. You take your scarf from around your neck and tie it above your knee, tight, then tear away the dangling patch of your jeans to wrap the gash down your calf.

You shake as you sit back and turn the keys in the slot. You feel the fire radiating up your thigh, like your veins are filling with acid. The creature bends back the corner of your hood and the rumble of your engine dies as it buries its dagger-like claws into it. Fuck!

The monster turns its silver irises back on you, breath puffing as it watches you through the windshield. It spins and raises its paws, bringing them down on the glass, sending a spider web of cracks through it. It rears back again but before it can bring down the shattering hit, a blur swipes it off the front of the car.

You hear snarling and snapping. You squint as the edges of your vision blur. You’re losing too much blood. You can feel the world fading from you.

You glance over as another lupine creature tangles with the first. They’re fighting, rolling in the dirt and snow, thrashing and biting. Your head lolls back against the seat and your gaze wanders over to the building as you resign yourself to the weakness dragging your eyelids down.

In your final moments, worry bubbles over and pangs in your chest. That beast. James was inside, had it hurt him too? Is he still alive?

🌕

The world pulses around you, just on the other side of your unconscious. Blustering gales pound against metal, sweeping through and glossing over your raw cheeks. The rest of you is enshrined in ice, the dull hum of hot air blowing from something electric.

Your nose is dry and your lips are crackly, your body bound in achy knots. Your leg is emblazoned in fire as you quake, the frigid cold invading your very person. You cling to the blanket cocooned around you, groaning as your eyelids slowly lift.

There’s something musty in the air, a smell that makes your stomach churn. And your dry tongue is stained with the residue of something vile, metallic and visceral. You swallow and cough, rattling as you’re certain the pungent scent of blood is your own.

Visions of your wolfish attacker return to you and have you whining. Is this death? Purgatory perhaps. The high ceilings and iron rafters watching over you, a moon wrought in similar material hanging at one end of large space, with hands that tick like a clock, the words waxing and waning twisted on each side of the frame.

You cough again, a hoarse deep crackle that catches in your throat. You hear something, the soft clang of metal under rubber, soles nearing you as a shadow looms along your peripheral. A hush that hisses before a stolid heat spreads across your forehead.

“Shhhhh, honey,” James’ voice comforts you as it drawls like syrup, “don’t move, alright?”

He comes around the other side of the couch you lay on, his features narrowing in and out of focus. He drags close a chair and sits near you, taking your hand in his, doting on it as he kisses your knuckles. He tilts his head to press his brow to your fingers, as if praying.

“I’m sorry,” he utters, “I tried…”

“James,” you croak, “what…”

“I think… I don't think I was too late,” he doesn’t raise his head, “but I don’t know if it was the right thing.”

“Please,” you rasp.

“The moon wasn’t gone yet, it wasn’t…” He murmurs, “I wasn’t too late…”

You don’t understand his ramblings. He rocks as he clings to your hands, raising his head as his eyes glisten. He watches you, terrified and ashen. He leans in and stands slightly to place a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he cradles your cheek, “this is what I never wanted…”

“You…” you close your eyes and remember, “lied?”

“I had to,” he says, “to protect you. To try– if you knew what I am–” he stops himself. He shifts, the chair legs scraping, and you feel the blanket tug up your legs. You shiver as he moves your legs. He unwraps it from the fabric rolled around it. He lets his thumb trace up the scabbed skin and lets out another shaky breath, “it worked…”

“What is going on?” You hiss and snap your eyes open, whimpering as you try to rip your leg away from his touch.

“Oh, no,” he pulls back and puts his head in his hands, “oh, sweetheart, I don’t know… I never wanted you to hate me–”

You wince as metal rumbles, clattering loudly behind him, revealing a grey winter morning and letting in a virulent gust. James stands, nearly toppling the chair, and faces the new arrival. He squares his shoulder, a formidable man even without his posturing.

“You!” He snarls, “shut the damn door!”

“Huh?” The female responds with a grunt, “good morning to you too–”

“You fucking idiot!” He storms towards her just as she slides the door shut, the echo of it hitting the frame rattles you. And his timbre. You've never heard him so angry, or even speak like that. “You— You—”

You see the woman, a blond much shorter than him, but unintimidated by his advance. Her blonde hair is tinged scarlet at the ends, something red caked down her chest, shamelessly peeking out from beneath her shredded attire. She puts her hands on her hips as she faces him boldly.

“What?” She challenges, eyes wandering to you, “oh… who’s this, Conrad?”

He sneers and steps into her line of sight, “my wife. Who you scratched–”

“I… I did?” She scoffs.

“Fuck off, Yelena,” he shoves her, “don’t play fucking stupid with me.”

“Oh, you want to be a bitch?” She retorts, “what happened to pack rules. We don’t touch each other.”

“You were going to kill her–” Your head spins at their conversation. What are they talking about?

“She shouldn’t have been here!”

You hug the blanket as your teeth chatter. Kill you? Flashes of dark fur, the grind of bending metal, the hiss of the engine as it dies, and the beastly silver eyes. No, it can’t be.

“What are you?” You whisper.

Their argument quiets and the both turn to you, faces shadowed with guilt. The woman, Yelena, he called her, glances at him from the corner of her eyes. His shoulders drop and he hangs his head.

“She is still alive,” she comments. “Maybe I didn’t cut very deep.”

“Deep enough,” he shakes his head, “I had to…” he can’t finish the sentence. She frowns and pats his back, “you saved her life. You did what you had to and…” she smirks, “it isn’t so bad.”

“Speak for yourself,” he growls and shrugs her off.

He crosses to you again and resumes his seat. You watch him, speechless with confusing. You put your hands to the stiff cushion under you and push yourself up. You grunt at the effort it takes and your eyes find the ripple gash along the back of your leg. You stare at the crackly brown scabbing.

“How long…” you wonder.

“Ten hours. Look, I’ll explain but–”

Ten hours. A cute that serious couldn't heal that quickly. That's impossible.

The large door rolls open again. He cringes and his forehead lines with frustration at the interruption. You strain to see past him as a couple enters, the man striding nonchalantly, buck naked as a woman follows wrapped in a plaid blanket. She’s disheveled as he brazenly taps her ass, urging her ahead of him before he slides the door shut with an effortless nudge.

“Of course, Jesus,” James looks back over his shoulder, “Kraven, put something on. The fuck. What happened to not drawing attention?”

“Mm, it’s nice out,” the other man, Kraven grins, curling his arm around the woman who seems less than comforted by his embrace. She looks exhausted. “Oh, and who is this? So worried for me bringing back stragglers?”

James rolls his eyes and looks back to you. He’s quiet as he gives you a helpless expression. He stands and leans over you, keeping his voice low, “I’ll explain when it’s not chaos.”

He tries to press a kiss to your forehead but you turn your head so he can only peck your temple. Explain what? Who are these people? Where is she? The woman who must’ve drawn him into all this.

James crosses the room and snatches up another blanket, throwing it at the naked man. “A bit of decency.”

“Hey, this is my home,” Kraven snips.

The woman grabs the blanket as it drapes from his shoulder and she puts it around his waist, knotting it at the top. He lets her, unbothered entirely. He bends his head side to side, cracking the tension from it.

“Where’s the fucking coffee?”

“Language,” James warns as he looms before you.

“Kettle’s boiling,” an unfamiliar voice squeaks and another woman appears from the edge of the room. You have no idea where she came from.

Your head is pounding from the building wall of sounds around you. You hear the kettles now, heating up slowly, and the blasting blow of the electric heater, the wailing winds, the pulsing of heartbeats all around you. You cover your ears and cry out, “be quiet!”

“Ah, I see, a new friend,” Kraven muses.

“His wife,” Yelena explains.

“Another?” The quiet woman who drifts like a ghost adds.

“What happened to not shitting where you eat?” Yelena snips, “am I the only one who doesn’t bring their scraps home?”

“What scraps?” A voice comes from above and you peer up at a dark-haired man watching from the second level.

“Ah, don’t start, thrall-fucker,” Yelena sneers up at the man. The woman who stands near the shaking kettle looks away guiltily as the couple wrapped in blankets peek at her. Yelena chuckles, “oh, you didn’t know?”

“Quietttttttt,” another voice adds to the chaos as a tall blonde man appears at the top of the stairs, “she is sleeping.”

“Mm, and his precious little doll,” Yelena mumbles as she blows a raspberry. “When did you all get so goddamn cheesy?”

The kettle suddenly whistles, carving a cavern in your skull. You cover your ears and writhes, screaming again. Everything needs to stop!

“Enough!” James hollers, “Belova, Kemp, Kraven, Warlock, here. The rest, go!”

The room stills. The exchanges of looks, some amused, others skeptical, a few frightened. The woman in the blanket moves first as the man taps her arm, then the woman near the kettle follows her up the stairs as the tall blond descends past them and the dark-haired man above makes his way down without urgency.

Several doors above close as you look at those who remain. Yelena, that man Kraven, and the two other men. James turns to you, “Yelena, make my wife a coffee as I sort this out.”

“Is she dying?” The dark-haired man in wooly sweater asks. The other smells the air and his narrow eyes focus on you.

“She’s turning,” the blond declares.

“She is my wife,” James puts his hand up, “alright, so let me goddamn explain this to her.”

A few shrugs but no real response. Yelena pours the water that sounds like a tidal wave to you. James stands behind the armchair as he watches you.

“Look, this isn’t easy so I will be entirely clear. That… wolf you saw last night was Yelena, that woman there. And the other, if you recall, that…” his throat bobs, “was me. And these others, Kraven,” he gestures to the bare-chested man, “Adam,” the tall blond, “and Steve,” the man with the dark swoop of hair, “are the same. All cursed. Like me and now, you.”

“What–”

“I had to… you would die if I didn’t–”

You look at the ceiling, searching as your heart flutters. You don’t understand. It’s somehow not as bad yet worse than what you feared. He’s not cheating but he lied to you all the same. And now… if he had just told you, you wouldn’t have come. But would you have believed him?

Your eyes fall upon the metal-moon hung on the wall, the long arms marking the phases of the moon. Last night was a full moon…

“You’re…”

“A monster,” James confirms, “I’m very sorry. I couldn’t tell you. Maybe I should’ve tried…” he sighs and sits again, taking your hand, “I won’t ask forgiveness, it is entirely selfish to put this on you, but you will not be alone. Or judged. We only do what we must to survive.”

“What you must… you…”

“There are simple rules. When the moon is full, you’ll change. You can’t stop it but you must heed it. If you do not feed by sunrise,” he pauses and takes a breath. Yelena approaches with a mug and you take it dumbly, unsure what else to do, “then you die. It’s us or them.”

Your eyes gloss and you shake your head. What does that mean? You know, but…

“Last night…” you eke out.

“It wasn’t much,” he squeezes your free hand, “enough to keep you alive. With me.”

He has the sense to look mortified. You wiggle your hand free and turn your head. You can’t look at him. It’s not just what he’s done to you, but the thought of what he’s done to others, and what he’ll continue to do. What he wants you to do. What you have to do.

You swallow and stare at the black depths of your coffee. You feel your audience watching you. These beasts.

“I want to go home,” you murmur.

“Alright, I’ll take you…” he agrees softly.

“Now,” you demand, “away from these monsters.”

“Ha, you’re one of us–” Kraven begins.

“Shut up,” Adam barks at him, “James, we understand. Take her home. You are always welcome for the moon.”

“Wow, dinner and a show,” Steve snickers, “pretty good night if you ask me.”

Their casual attitudes are callous in your ears. Is this what you’ll become? Apathetic? Inhuman?

Last night, you were ready to do anything to keep your husband. You were even going to forgive him for straying from your marriage. But this, you don’t know if you can ever get past this.

#james conrad #dark james conrad #dark!james conrad #james conrad x reader #fic #dark fic #dark!fic #illuminate #series #au #werewolf au #kong: skull island

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incorrect-maraudersaandco-quotes · 7 days

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Regulus: Do you now the story of the mouse, the lion and the thorn? James: Yeah. Regulus: Well, there you go, in case we ever meet a monster. James: You know that story’s about the mouse becoming friends with the lion after taking the thorn out of it’s paw though, right? Regulus: No, it’s not. The mouse kills the lion with the thorn. James: Who told you that? Regulus: My mother. James: James: That actually explains a lot.

#I imagine this is happening during some au where their hunt horcruxes together #marauders #incorrect marauders and co quotes #incorrect marauders quotes #james potter #regulus black #source: kong skull island

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Kong continues to throw one hook after another across Gryphon’s face. He couldn’t let up until the beast in front of him was killed.

The great ape roared in a furious rage as memories of recent events clouded him, the destruction of his new family of the Kongs, his home, and now… Jia. That last one made him roar out in anger slammed his massive fist and broke the chimeric alien’s nose. The giant super weapon skid to a halt with his damaged wings, growling in frustration as he focused on his wounded body with his hyper-regenerative abilities. It took a few minutes when he was getting assaulted by the King of Hollow Earth, but he took worse beatings before. He cracked his neck as his nose and all wounds were healed fully, to which, angered the mighty Titan.

“That was for Jia!” Kong roared.

Gryphon looked at him with a confused, but apathetic, look, “Who?”

“The human girl you murdered! My daughter!” Tears stung his eyes from the moment he let that word escape his lips.

“Oh? Have I learned that the death of a small child pains you so much, I would’ve killed that young ape as well,” Gryphon said with a sadistic grin, "What was his name... Suko, was it?"

That was enough to break the camel’s back. King’s brownish-orange eyes displayed before letting out an enraged and mighty roar, beating his chest before charging straight toward the alien superweapon. The fact he dared to mock the grief of one he cherished the most in the world, the closest one he could think that could stoop to this level would be the late Skar King. But, this bastard, Kong wanted him dead more than anything in the world.

Forget Gojira. Forget the Skullcrawlers. Forget Skar King. Gryphon was the one he hated the most and he wanted to make him feel pain the way Jia felt it. He refused to let the young Iwi’s death be in vain.

#fanfiction #Godzilla #Kong #Gryphon #jia #princess of skull island #kaiju #monsterverse #Legendary pictures #angst #Gryphon is a sick son of a bitch #Gryphon AU #Jia's dead and Gryphon enjoyed making Kong suffer

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caffiend-queen · 2 years

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Six Sentence Saturday

Hey, did you know moving 3,600 feet of stuff into 2,200 feet of house is like a game of Tetris From Hell? Move one thing to slide in a box in it’s place and wedge the dresser just behind that and... oh! Your contractor is apparently bipolar so that remodeling is going to take a LOT longer because he’s out by your husband’s truck putting firewood in a little circle around it as a “safety spell.”

I always hate it when writers give a laundry list of excuses about why they’re not updating their stuff and here I am, doing... uh... that.

Anyway! Here’s six sentences from the next chapter of Blood and Music with our delicious and deadly Bodyguard!James Conrad.

Chapter 7: Lips Like Sugar

Amsterdam.

You were busy watching the people navigating the narrow streets behind the darkened windows of the SUV while Nigel and Billy prattled on about their favorite cannabis bakeries and their plans to immediately visit De Wallen after checking in to the hotel.

“You won’t be doing that,” Conrad said, eyes scanning the streets.

“I will certainly-” Billy huffed, ready to begin a diatribe about Continuing His Legacy as a Rogue when he was cut off.

“You will not-” Conrad was eyeing the manager of the Conservatorium Hotel already stepping up to the SUV to greet them, “-expose yourself to danger via countless windows and a street I cannot secure. I am sure we can find you alternate entertainment.”

Your brow rose as he opened the door and greeted the manager briskly, ushering Billy swiftly inside as Tommy followed closely, giving you a wink. Really? Alternate entertainment? How full service does this close protection agent stuff get?

No pressure, but I’d love to see what everyone’s working on. Especially YOU, @nildespirandum @imanuglywombat @myoxisbroken @threeminutesoflife @navybrat817 @saiyanprincessswanie @jtargaryen18 @what-is-your-plan-today @wrathkitty @lokislastlove @cockslut-padalecki @incurablyromanticsblog @thedarkplume @boxofbonesfic @devikafernando

#lips like sugar #captain james conrad #kong: skull island AU #captain James Conrad smut #cold impersonal european synthopop #80's and 90's music #six sentence saturday #I swear as god as my witness I'm finishing this chapter tonight!#Tom Hiddleston fandom #James Conrad's thin blue t-shirt

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I already ranted about this a little on Twitter and I wanna rant on here too! I just binged all of the animated show Skull Island on Netflix and all I have to say is...

Why can't Kong keep a girlfriend!? Either he dies, or she dies, everybody dies, or they end up seperated 'for thier own good and happiness' 😑

Like just let him have his little micro bride! 😤 There's nothing wrong with big strong King having tiny Queen to adore and protect!

I loved Kong the most in the Peter Jackson's film with Jack Black, and I cried so hard when Kong gave his life for her thinking she needed protection! The look in his eyes as she held his hand for the last time killed me! And you know what, there was love there! I swear up and down she loved him too—maybe not in the conventional way but still!

Imma be honest Kong in his interpretations feels more like a monster to me, not so much a giant animal like so many like to classify him, if that makes sence? Like has the same intelligence and sentience level as a human but lacks the ability to communicate. (Not saying that animals themselves aren't intelligent or sentient, just his is in a way that humans themselves can understand)

I'll say it again for the peeps in the back! JUST LET THERE BE MACRO/MICRO HAPPINESS 😤 LET KONG HAVE LOVE FOR CRYING OUTLOUD!

This has me fuming so bad I have to project and imagine this as another UT au idea just so I can feel better lol

Giant skeleton Sans as Kong—

Let tiny bride Reader ride in his palm or on his clavicle, sleep in his ribs while he sleeps with a little hammock tied up between the bones or a sleeping mat on his vertabre—or even his skull, hanging out in his socket like a cavern sfae from the world or riding in it as he goes into battle! Can you imagine? Someone trying to reach for Reader and Sans snapping his lid shut and fighting with one palm over it the whole time with his other lit in rage!? ❤️

And I like ths idea of having Sans unable to talk or write! Half the fun is trying to figure out his thoughts from the tiniest micro expressions or his seemingly blank staring. Reader confessing how much they love him but yelling how conflicted they are over it because they're different species and how could that possibly work, all the while Sans just wears his perpetural smile but his eyelights enlarge slowly as his heart thunders in his ribs but the enlarging isn't noticable because they're already so large to Reader's perspective 😩

Let people wonder if he enjoys the newly harvested tomatos as a sacrifice as he simply tosses it back with no reaction just as he does every other sacrifice he's given! (He totally does but who can tell? His smile hasn't twitched or anything) Only reader is able to deduce his enjoyment because the next sacrifice is corn and he huffs. Doesn't react beyound that as he tosses that back too. Makes his grin twitching at the corners all that more enjoyable when Reader purposefully encourages the tribes to offer tomatos again. He tosses it back and the tribesmen are confused cuz he looks like normal 😂

I just...ugh!

It really feels like Kong is cheated a lot in these shows and movies, I hate it 💀 At least I can imagine Kong-Sans is happy, poor boy 🥺

#Skull Island #king kong #Kong!Sans #sans/reader #rant #undertale au #i swear if they ever make a show where Kong gets his peace I'll die happy #Can you tell I'm a hopeless shipper? oops #kong/happiness #macro micro love pleaseeee #M rambles

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tardisesandtitans · 1 month

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Jesus Christ, I am making oneshots where Kang enters the Flowers and Kong universes and tries to kill Amy and James, but Sylvie (and maybe Casey) kills the Kang variant first 😂😳

No spoilers for the show or movie pleaseeee

#sylvie laufeydottir #loki au #loki (2023)#flowers #amy flowers #james conrad #kong: skull island

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File: King Kong

SCP#: ACN

Code Name: Kong, Ruler and Protector of Skull Island/ Rival of Godzilla/ Friend of Mothra.

Object Class: Keter/ Thaumiel

Special Containment Procedures: Naval Task Force Hestia-5 "Sea Monkeys" is responsible for preventing all SCP-ACN-beta instances from escaping either via re-containment or extermination. They are also responsible for helping transport SCP-ACN-Alpha to assist SCP-ABQ in any possible or currently progressing OK Class Omega Species Uprising Scenarios.

Mobile Task Force Dionysus-5 "Beastie Boys" is responsible for killing off any SCP-ACN-Beta or SCP-ACN-Omega instances that are trying to kill SCP-ACN-Alpha. They are also responsible for escorting and protecting Foundation staff from the hostile wildlife on the island of SCP-ACN.

Description: SCP-ACN is an island located [data expunged] just off the western coast of South America. On the island is home to many, thought to be extinct fauna and flora though also many Large-Scale Anomalies of various sizes. Many of these LSA are only 20 to 40 feet tall which is relatively small for LSA's hench these particular instances are called SCP-ACN-Beta instances. SCP-ACN instances consist of large reptiles, mammals, and insectoids which is typical for Species of Interest: the Titans. They mostly run through the island of SCP-ACN and reside in their normal environments, sometimes fighting for territory. What makes them anomalous isn't just their size but how they have all evolved to become the apex of their home territory either through camouflage, advanced hunting skills, or just increased intelligence. SCP-ACN-Beta instances are in a constant fight for survival and dominance over the entire island of SCP-ACN. This is mainly because almost all SCP-ACN-Beta instances are actually infant Titans. Should they survive long enough they can grow bigger or stronger enough to become proper titans on the island, essentially becoming SCP-ACN-Omega instances.

SCP-ACN-Omega instances are titans that grow up and evolve on the island of SCP-ACN for the sake of dominating it. They do this via two methods, either increasing population or by experience. Those who go for population typically try to breed as much as possible for the sake of having their brood become an army massive enough to overtake the island; this rarely works. Those that go for experience normally try to fight as many different SCP-ACN-Beta and other SCP-ACN-Omega instances as possible to be recognized throughout the entire island as unstoppable monsters. This method tends to work a lot better than the former. For whatever reason, all SCP-ACN-Omega and SCP-ACN-Beta instances are aware that in order to become Alpha class Titans they must dominate the island entirely. The only way to achieve this is to beat the current one, which is SCP-ACN-Alpha.

SCP-ACN-Alpha is the current Alpha class Titan that resides on SCP-ACN. SCP-ACN-Alpha greatly resembles the common Gorilla if it wasn't for the fact that he stands 200 Feet tall at the time of writing and is still growing. SCP-ACN-Alpha seemingly has the same intelligence of a regular Gorilla upon first contact but is actually quite intelligent to the point of being able to learn any Sign Language rather quickly. Though SCP-ACN-Alpha tends to hide its intelligence from many and only exposes it to those he trusts which is very few.

Like the island of SCP-ABU-1 is inhabited with humans who recognize SCP-ACN-Alpha as Kong. Kong, unlike other Titans, doesn't want power or to eat all they come across. Instead, SCP-ACN-Alpha, much like SCP-ABQ and SCP-ABU, cares for humanity and wants to protect it from vile Titans. However, SCP-ACH-Alpha and SCP-ABQ in particular do not get along well as their ancestors typically got into fights for survival. This was due to SCP-ABQ and SCP-ACN-Alpha both being Alpha class Titans they naturally fight as there can only be one Titan in the world who is an Alpha. Though upon initial interaction there was conflict between SCP-ABQ and SCP-ACN-Alpha, it ended rather peacefully after they teamed up to fight the strongest SCP-ACN-Omega instance at the time.

SCP-ACN was discovered in 1971 when a Foundation expedition team found a new island that might be connected to SCP-ABQ. The expedition team found the island but learning from the mistakes made regarding SCP-ABU stealth tactics and reconnaissance was prioritized while mapping out the island. As such the Foundation was able to encounter SCP-ACN-Alpha peacefully. However, the peace quickly ended when SCP-ABQ arrived with the intention of battle. The battle was fierce and unfortunately agitated many SCP-ACN-Omega and Beta instances leading to Foundation casualties. One SCP-ACN-Omega in particular proved to be quite powerful and tried to kill them both but failed miserably. It was thanks to their fight against it that SCP-ACN-Alpha and SCP-ABQ formed an unspoken truce. The Foundation is grateful the conflict ended this way as of now Humanity now has three powerful allies to fight alongside SCP-5514 against Large Scale Anomalies and other overwhelming threats.

Update 2020 - SCP-ACH-Alpha is currently 300 feet tall, it has been theorized by Dr Stroke that SCP-ACH-Alpha will possibly grow another 100 feet in height before reaching its growth limit. Thankfully SCP-ACH is still strong, devoted to defending humanity, and is still on relatively good terms with SCP-ABQ. It is with hope this peace will be maintained till the end of SCP-ACH-Alpha's natural life. However, it has left many to wonder, what should be done when instances like SCP-ACH-Alpha, SCP-ABQ, and SCP-ABU reach the end of their natural lives?

SCP: Horror Movie Files Hub

#DZtheNerd #SCP: Horror Movie Files #SCP Foundation #SCP Fanfiction #SCP AU #SCP #King Kong #King Kong: Skull Island #godzilla vs kong #godzilla series #monsterverse

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springdandelixn · 1 year

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Against the Tide - Part IV

Summary: Your life takes an unexpected turn as the leader of the biker gang that took over your town sets his eyes on you.

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, physical abuse, graphic violence, coercion, and manipulation. Some may be added in the future but always prepare your flashlights.

Characters: Dark!Biker!James Conrad x F!Reader, Michael from Legion, Billy Lee from Bad Times at the El Royale, and Thomas Sharpe from Crimson Peak (biker au)

A/N: The weekend is finally here! I hope y'all have a blast and enjoy some rest.

As always, your feedback is highly appreciated and reblogs would be amazing. And of course, I hope you guys enjoy! 💙

Against the Tide Masterlist

Days and nights pass by in slow monotony as your mind constantly rocks in and out of limbo. Your body is still feeling too weak from the beating your father bestowed upon you, that you consume nothing but hot broth and medication as you feel your stomach to be too fragile to take in anything more than what is provided; a fact you’ve proven after heaving the toast that Thomas brought you one morning.

The clothes you wore that fateful day are gone, replaced with a shirt that’s too big and underwear you know isn’t yours. You want to ask how this has come to be, who changed you while you were unconscious in the days past. But you don’t voice your concerns; you stopped doing so after being ignored so many times. Succumbing into the purgatory you’re bound into and hoping that, one day, you’ll be free to go home.

Thomas is the only anchor that settles you. Despite his silence unnerving you, his presence calms you—a familiar face in this foreign place. He’s the one nursing you back to health and tending to your wounds. And for that, you are thankful even if he is working for the enemy.

You stir awake one morning as the rays of the sun kiss your face. The heat is a welcome sensation as it pushes away the morning breeze seeping in through the windows. You blink away the sleepiness and groan as your shoulder throbs from lying too long on your side. Your throat, scratchy from being unused, uttering nothing more than a ‘thank you’ and a ‘good night’.

You look around to see any signs of Thomas, needing something to quench your dry throat. But as you try to push yourself from the bed, your body goes rigid when you feel an arm tighten around your waist, holding you down and preventing you from moving away.

“Where do you think you’re going?” James’ familiar voice, laced with sleep, brushes against your ear.

You don’t understand. Why is he here? Why is he sleeping beside you?

“You think I’d sleep somewhere else?” He groans as if reading your mind. “This is my room, remember? And this is my bed.” You keep still when he moves, pulling you flush against his chest and biting down on your tongue to stop yourself from making a sound when he takes a deep breath and nuzzles his face against the back of your neck. “And besides, the bed is big enough for two.”

The beating of your heart is the only thing you hear amidst the silence. Your hands ball into fists as James continues to press himself against your back, sweat beading at your forehead and your neck as the heat from his body, the blanket and the morning crowds you.

You try not to think, to ease yourself back to sleep, and hope that when you wake up once more, he’ll be gone and you’ll once more be alone. But your thoughts won’t quiet down, questions of why running around in circles, making your pulse climb higher and higher in a state of panic.

He’s far too close to your liking and you barely have any clothes on you. The blanket being of no use to shield you, to save you from the man on the bed. And your anxiety only seems to be spiking when you feel something hard press between your ass, a hum leaving James’ lips, his hot breath brushing against your shoulder as he pulls back only to push his erection once more against your ass.

The door suddenly opens and your eyes grow wide when you see Thomas standing at the threshold, a tray clasped in his hands, staring at the both of you on the bed. Shock is evident on his face and you silently plead for him to help you when he cautiously walks into the room.

“Boss,” Thomas intones, voice tight as he lays the tray atop the bedside table. “Th-e sher-iff is here t-to see you.”

“Tell him to wait, runt.” James drones. You squeak when he moves his hips once more, rubbing his clothed cock against your panties. “I’m still sleeping.” You hear him grin, your breath hitching when he runs his hand up against your side, the fabric of your nightshirt riding up along with his movements.

“He said he has to see you now.” Thomas pushes, his fingers flexing as he runs his eyes at the length of the bed, glancing quickly down at you before facing his boss once more. “Says it's urgent! Something about the rat.”

James’ hand stops its ascent and you feel the tension immediately thicken in the room. Thomas doesn’t move and neither does James, as if both men were engaging in a deadly stand-off. A small sense of relief then washes over you when the latter pulls away, the bed jostling at his sudden movements.

But a surprised yelp leaves your lips when his hand smacks against your ass as soon as he stands up, the rustle of fabric playing behind you, blanching as the thought that he was only in his underwear slips in your mind.

“You better be telling the truth, runt.” James sneers as he nears Thomas, the smaller man taking a step back when the other leans closer, his hand grabbing onto the collar of Thomas’ shirt. “Because if you’re not and this was some dumb ploy for you to cockblock me, it will be your blood staining my bike. Understood?”

Thomas nods and drops roughly on the ground when James shoves him, your body going rigid when your eyes meet the cerulean glare of the gang leader.

“You stay where you are, dove. I’ll be back as soon as that pig leaves.”

You only realize you were holding your breath when James finally leaves the room, tears prickling in your eyes as the fear of James being too close seeps out of your veins. You didn’t know what he would have done if Thomas hadn’t interrupted him and you thank your lucky stars that, despite being such a downfall for your childhood friend to join the notorious gang, you’re thankful for it all the same.

“Are you okay?” Thomas’ voice comes close and you nod as you take deep calming breaths, your hand latching on to his when he takes yours, squeezing his fingers as you try to find comfort in his touch. “I’m sorry I didn’t arrive sooner.”

“No—it’s okay.” You breathe, looking at your friend with a small smile before reaching over to wrap your arms around him. “Thank you for helping me. Really. Thank you.”

“I haven’t been much help lately and I’m sorry for that too.” He mumbles against your shoulder as he hugs you back, leaning your head against his as he runs his hand up and down your back. The gesture soothing you. “Eleanor passed by last night when Conrad was asleep.”

Your ears pique upon hearing her name, pulling away from the hug to face Thomas with curiosity.

“She wanted me to give you this.” He pulls back all the same and reaches into his back pocket, pulling out a silver object that has your eyes widening at the sight of it. Immediately, you take it from his grasp. “She said it gives you comfort every time Sammy is taken to the hospital and hopes that it gives you comfort while you’re here.” You feel your tears brimming in your eyes once more and you quickly wipe them away before they roll down your face.

Sammy gave you his old lighter a week after he and Eleanor took you into their home. Told you how lucky it was for the many times he’s lost it and found it again, adding that it would bring you the same luck it gave him. It was the thing that made you feel safe at night, thinking it to be a weapon to use against your enemies, against your drunk-beat father.

And even when Sammy can no longer fix it, a frown on his face when he told you that it was dead, you still kept it. Not because of the luck he kept saying it has but because such a mundane thing was the first present you ever got in your life, given by the man who had no business to care for you yet treated you as his own.

“That means I’m still in town?” You ask, clutching tightly on the silver contraption.

“We are, but at the outskirts,” Thomas confirms, yet apprehension paints his features. “Sammy and Eleanor only knew you were here because Sammy followed your truck when Billy was driving it.”

You want to ask what James did when he saw Sammy at his doorstep and if he and Eleanor are safe and unbothered by the gang or even your father. But you hold your tongue, not wanting to spook Thomas now that he was talking.

You’ll ask again another time or wait for him to willingly give out any information. You’ve gone so long without asking, what’re a couple more days?

The text of the novel you’ve been reading since the afternoon begins blending with each other. You’re unsure if it’s because of exhaustion or the sense of unease that slowly creeps up your skin. Purple and orange hues paint the sky, a picturesque view framed by your window, signaling the descent of the sun and the arrival of nighttime, and with it, James.

He never came back after that morning, leaving you on your own much to your relief. But each time you hear a murmur coming from the main room or a creak of the floorboards, the hair on your body stands in alert, his subtle threat of returning still lingering around you along with the unwanted sensation of James’ touch.

Still, you try to focus on the inscription on the pages, saying the words softly under your breath to ease your anxiety. But it’s no use. There is no calm to be had in this godforsaken place littered with the devil’s apostles. Only uncertainty and fear, unanswered questions if you will live to see another day or wake up amongst the dead.

Giving up, you place the hardbound atop the side table and lay down on the bed, tucking yourself tightly with the blanket even as the hot summer air fills the room, making the space stuffy and too warm for your liking. Nonetheless, the humidity won’t stop you from protecting yourself and keeping the gang leader at bay.

You force yourself to sleep, waiting for the night to completely take over and shroud your—no, James’—room in darkness.

The minutes bleed into hours and your eyes eventually start to droop, the rhythm of your heart slowly on its march as sleep consumes you, taking you into the vast oblivion. You wish for a dreamless slumber, to not see the faces of the people that haunt you while awake—your deadbeat father and James Conrad and his goonies.

Your body suddenly shakes and you jolt awake, eyes blinking wildly as you try to regain any sense of coherence. You yelp in surprise when James’ face comes into view, inches away from your own, and you push yourself against the headboard, holding up the blanket to cover yourself.

“Get dressed.” He says, a playful smirk on his face.

Articles of clothing are then tossed on the bed, your eyes drifting to them. Your own clothes. The one you wore at the general store—all clean and void of any blood.

“What?” You ask curiously, your guard still up as James stands idly by the bed.

“I said get dressed. We’re going somewhere.”

You look around, the room is still bathed in darkness except for the light coming in through the open bedroom door.

“Wh-where are we g-going?” You stutter, reaching for the clothes on the bed and clutching them against your chest.

“It’s a surprise, dove.” A smirk forms on his lips, the mattress dipping from his weight when he takes a seat. You flinch when he leans closer, his hand pressing gently against your cheek, slipping it lower to grab your chin and making you face him. “And I know you’re going to love it.”

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infinite-hearts-333 · 11 days

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THE BEAST.

Oura Thorn’s powers are based of a character from a movie, but unfortunately that movie is King Kong Skull Island, so expect scary thing. If your not a fan of death, cannibalism, yummy digestive facts and good scary CGI, i wouldn’t recommend reading the part called “THE INSPIRATION” and skip right to “WHAT IS THE BEAST?”.

The space rider au belongs to @onyxonline

THE INSPIRATION.

Alright! Oura Thorn’s power is based of two entities, the SkullCrawler from King Kong, for body, strength and speed, and Jörmungandr, the world serpent for purpose.

SkullCrawlers were my main source of bodily anatomy guide for the Beast. A massive, horrific bulky beast built like a tank and filled with an unstoppable desire to kill. This creature was intelligent, fast and ruthless. Not to mention metal as hell. The stomach acid in this thing was strong enough that the Skullcrawler eats someone, whole, and then regurgitates the bones thirty minutes later! That’s some strong ass acid. It is described by the Gojipedia that :

“Skullcrawlers are subterranean pack-hunting predators with insatiable appetites that are the results of their heightened metabolisms. Because of this, it is suggested that male and female Skullcrawlers will almost always devour each other after mating. They are highly aggressive, as well as incredibly persistent in pursuing their prey.”

And trust me if you haven’t see the movie, you do NOT wanna end up alone with even one of these freaks.

Jörmungandr is a creature of Norse mythology, also known as the Midgard Serpent or World serpent, and is an unfathomably large sea serpent or worm who dwells in the world sea, encircling the Earth (Midgard) and biting his own tail, an example of an ouroboros. In some scripts and stories- Jörmungandr is described as a Lindworm, which is a subspecies of dragon. Jörmungandr was the middle child of Loki, the Norse trickster god and the giant Angrboða. It was foretold that Odin took Loki’s children and removed them from Asgard. For Jörmungandr, they were tossed into the great ocean that encircles Midgard. There, in the ocean, the serpent grew so large that it could surround earth and grasp its own tail. Jörmungandr and Thor, the Norse thunder god, have a on-going feud and see each other as arch foes. During Ragnarök, Jörmungandr and Thor are foretold to fight each other to the death.

As recounted in Snorri's Gylfaginning:

“The sea will flood and the serpent will thrash onto the land. It will advance, spraying poison to fill the air and water, beside Fenrir, whose eyes and nostrils blaze with fire and whose gape touches the earth and the sky. They will join the sons of Muspell to confront the gods on the plain of Vigrid. Here is where the last meeting between the serpent and Thor is predicted to occur. He will eventually kill Jörmungandr but will fall dead after walking nine paces, having been poisoned by the serpent's deadly venom.”

It is said when Jörmungandr releases its tail is one of the signs of the beginning of Ragnarök (the final battle of the world, or the ‘end of the world as we know it’).

WHAT IS THE BEAST?

The Beast is a bipedal Lindworm with only two frontal limbs and a long thick tail for balance. It is covered in thick armoured plates, with jutting spines down the length of its neck, and the back of its head / cheeks, like Thorn does. Equiped with thick horns and a thicker skull, it can about ram down anything in its path with enough momentum. It is thin and nimble, and tanks a lot more than it looks like it can, using the large muscles in its arms and tail to be able to move fast, or catch prey. Its maw is filled with forward facing teeth, like a canine, but its throat and back of its mouth is filled with backwards facing spines, to grip prey and prevent escaping. Its tongue is long and flexible, capable of snagging someone and dragging them straight into their toothy demise.

The Beast only forces it’s presence when it senses an extreme unbalance in the world around it, forcing itself into control to eradicate any ‘pests’ or ‘weeds’ that would corrupt the survival of the world they are on. Although, just like Jörmungandr, eradicating the pest, also means the ‘end of the world’- destroying large amounts of civilisations, and killing many innocents in the process. Luckily, for Thorn, that hasn’t happened, yet. It is an animal- when it is in control there will be no reaching Oura Thorn, they are good as dead until the Beast has calmed- whether that means tearing the entire base apart to find the lack of balance or not.

However, not is all sorrow and death the minute the Beast is free. Like the World Serpent, there are times where the beast can exist and be calm. Though, usually, it will let Oura Thorn continue with their life by then, and fall back into slumber deep within them. Were a rider to disturb the beast before it slept, it would continue to exist, and often take the time to hunt, or look for a new problem for it to fix, ignoring the little critters around it. (Although, there may be a chance that though Oura Thorn, it may recognise you)

CAN IT BE STOPPED??

In terms of wounding the Beast- it’ll be hard, as a creature designed to force balance to any world.

The beast can’t swim very well, the heavily density of its muscles and bones make it sink and therefore, drowning it. Killing it would be hard in terms of combat, with its armoured scales. Its underbelly is less armoured and the skin along it’s neck where it’s spines emerge are a weak point but good luck getting close enough to touch it. And despite its brutal animalistic behaviour, this creature is smart. Tricking it with poison or having it swallow grenades ain’t gonna work here, just like with the Skullcrawlers. The best bet to killing this thing is having its arms and tail pinned, so it can no longer get away, and then hacking at it.

Keep in mind- if you’re not doing anything bad, and stay away from it, it shouldn’t actively seek out space riders to harm. If you get hurt, you’re in the way, lol.

WELL, IF SPACE RIDERS ARE GOOD, WHY DID IT APPEAR IN THE DOCKS?

Excellent question, figurative person!

Now, I’ve covered how the Beast works, if you’d like, go back to the OG post and see if you can figure out why you think Thorn lost control at the docks.

Ready? Alright. So the Beast only takes the reins when it senses ‘unbalance nature’ around it. Obviously it wasn’t the other staff, not the mail, but the cultists that were mailed to the base. But Infinite! They’re just Critters! Why would that upset the beast?

Another excellent question! The Cultist themselves, didn’t upset the Beast- but rather, the red smoke that they were breathing in.

That is the ‘unbalanced nature’ that has caused thorn to struggle to control themselves and keep the beast contained- the red smoke. And well understood with Onyx’s upload on Z’s planet- that stuff destroyed the entire world!! There is a specific reason that the red smoke is such a massive trigger for the Beast, but that would spoil a plot point I’m holding onto that I’ve been subtly hinting at. So you’ll all know laterrrr ~

WILL THORN BE EVER ABLE TO CONTROL THE BEAST?

No, unfortunately that will never be a reality for Ouřa Thorn :<

I love Thorn very much, but I find overly ‘op’ characters to be too unrealistic in my opinion. Thorn will never be able to control the Beast, or gain any other powers than that. The closest thing to ‘control’ Thorn will ever achieve is being so overwhelmed with one, or a mix of emotions, that it influences the Beast’s actions slightly. This can be seen in the dock accident, were instead of being careless and destroying everything, and probably eating the cultists, The Beast was influenced by Ouřa Thorn’s only two thoughts- to protect the other workers, and to ensure no one got hurt.

Thankfully, those two thoughts were just enough in comparison to the tiny amount of red smoke to keep a full rage at bay, keeping everyone safe.

(However! We do get to watch the Rangers + other critters do there damn best to try help Thorn tame it lol)

WHERE DID IT COME FROM??

There are records of other critters that had Oura Thorn’s power, old talismans and rock craving dating back to eons. Little is understood as to how it started, or why. Some are convinced it’s because of the prototype- the damage that he has caused with the red smoke has awoke a primal magic that is more dangerous than anyone knows.

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