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[dogreed-blog]

And so ended my journey with this series of games. I'm officially taking a vacation with Legacy of Kain drawings. And what can I say, having walked this path with you? "The coin is still turning" , "time fade even legend"? I look at old Kain and say, put on a fucking helmet before you go on a trip. No, seriously take care, use a condom, insure your life, and so on. Don't be like Kain, don't skimp on yourself..

[fullmoondagger]

Hello dear Legacy of Kain community!! I would like to take a small moment of your time to ask that with Soul Reaver 1 & 2 Remastered approaching and the hype it's gathering, I think it would be a nice move to tag remaster specific posts as such to avoid confusion with the originals 💕 It will make lokblr easier to browse for specific things !! (Or filter out if you dont want any spoilers 👀)

Thats all thank u 🧛‍♀️🗡️ Can't wait to see everyone more active again :]

[art-from-within]

Everytime I come across Mohg/Morgott or Godrick content in my timeline, I need to remind myself that pregnancy is actually a very painful process, motherhood is a responsibility and that I am not mentally sane enough to even CONSIDER a relationship with them. Think girl think

[daeley]

Human

Vampire

Wraith

[kaesaaurelia]

Finally bit the bullet and sprung for a subscription to HeroForge, then fooled around with improving the designs of some of the characters from my Good Omens fic set in 1926 Chicago.

(The cat is very important.)

[taonpest]

I'm having...................old men brainrots........

[spacetrashpile]

god i love when ttrpg campaigns haunt a song every time you ever hear it

[djvillain]

Blood Omen: Legacy of Kain (Let's Play) Part 8 - The Once Great King

[harbingerofwhump]

@specializationisforinsects

⚠️GO S2 SPOILERS⚠️

Fallen Pt 5

Voice of God: This seems an appropriate time to share a couple of the characteristics of demonic corporations. First, demon corporations are stronger than human bodies, just in case of incidents such as this one. If not for this fact, Crowley would have most certainly discorporated when his skull met the rock. Not that he is safe from such a fate, at the moment. Second, the blood of demonic corporations is black, due to the mixing of sulphur with previously angelic genes.

[mckiwi]

The Dance of 1650

Chapter Two: Rumor Has It

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Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Good Omens

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley, Aziraphale/Crowley

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, OFCs, OMCs

“I did the ‘I was wrong’ dance in 1650, in 1793, 1941–” -Aziraphale S2:E1 39:45

If 1793 was the crepe incident and 1941 was the magic show, what happened in 1650? Or rather, what happened the time Crowley was accused of witchcraft?

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This is written for Whumptober 2024. All of the prompts will be used by being divided up between six chapters throughout October. Each chapter will have a list of the prompts used in the tags.

Bell took a shaky breath and pointed at Crowley, “Witch!”

“That’s our cue to leave,” Crowley whispered to the girl and urged her to stand. The girl clumsily got to her feet and Crowley pulled her along. 

“Don’t let them get away!” The Witch Hunter exclaimed and threw his stone. It hit Crowley in the back of the head, causing her to stumble, but she otherwise continued with the girl in tow. They shoved their way through the mob. People grabbed at her clothes. Tried to take the girl from her. By some miracle, they managed to escape and make their getaway. 

The girl panted behind her, “What’re we going to do?”

Crowley looked frantic and pulled them into a small shelter, bracing against the door, “Hide. Run and hide. That’s what I always do.” The mob was drawing nearer. Crowley could hear the clamor and promises of death. The girl started to cry again. “Shh! You’re fine. We’re fine. You’re not going to die, you have my word.” 

The Hunter was getting closer, “you all go look over there. We’ll continue down here.”

Crowley cursed under her breath and squinted through a small hole in the wooden door. “We’re gonna have to run. We’re sitting ducks in here.” 

“Where would we go?” The girl whispered fearfully. 

“Anywhere but here,” Crowley extended a hand, which the girl readily took, and prepared to flee. “We’re gonna have to wait until they’re not looking. On three. Ready?” The girl nodded. “Okay. One… two… three! Go, go, go!” They burst out of the wooden shed right as the Hunter barged his way into another building. They wove through trees and buildings alike rapidly. 

Unfortunately, the girl couldn’t keep up. 

There was a sharp cry as the girl’s ankle twisted from underneath her and her knees hit the gravel. Crowley skidded to a halt and cursed for the second time in as many minutes. She pulled on the girl’s arms and urged her to get up, “Come on! We’ve gotta go!” 

“I can’t! I think it’s broken!” She prodded at her ankle and winced harshly in pain. 

“Great,” Crowley seethed through clenched teeth. 

The girl suddenly went wide-eyed and pointed behind Crowley, “Look out!”

Crowley went to whip around but was stopped by a rough hand slapping over her mouth and a strong arm winding itself around her shoulders. She thrashed wildly in the grasp and felt the beginning of scales crawl up her collarbone. “Shh!” Her captor hissed and wrapped his arm tighter around her. She used the shift in stance to kick at the man’s shins. “Ow! Would you stop that! It’s me!”

“Mirraful?” Crowley mumbled into the hand. 

“Sorry?” The man prompted. 

Crowley rolled her eyes and wiggled within the arms holding her hostage. Seeing that Crowley was no longer actively fighting him, the grip loosened and his hand fell away from her mouth. “Aziraphale?” She breathed. 

“Yes! Who else?” He retorted and let his arms fall to his sides.

“Was that really necessary?” Crowley demanded. 

Aziraphale held his hands up in mock surrender, “Okay, maybe not my best plan, but you get testy when stressed.”

Crowley gaped at him and exclaimed, “Testy?” 

“Shh!” Aziraphale hissed at her again. “Help me carry her to my place.”

“Your place?” Crowley echoed but did as she was told, taking one of the girl’s arms while Aziraphale took the other. Together they pulled her to her feet and shuffled onwards. 

“Yes. My place. Do we need to get your hearing checked as well as your head?” Aziraphale looked at her sideways. 

Crowley brought her free hand up to the back of her head, and it came away red. “Huh. Didn’t even realize it’d gotten me that bad.”

There was a hint of concern in Aziraphale’s eyes, “I’ll look at it later, for now, let’s just get away from here.” Crowley didn’t need to be asked twice. The trio haphazardly made their way toward Aziraphale’s lodgings. 

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“There we go, dear girl, all patched up and in tip-top condition,” Aziraphale gave a reassuring pat to the girl’s bandage-bound ankle. He carefully lifted her injured foot from where it was resting in his lap and placed it on the cushioned stool he had just stood from. “That should heal up nicely in no time at all.” The girl, which the two had learned was named Lily, rolled her ankle experimentally, pleased to find it no longer hurt as badly. “Now tell me, if you don’t mind, that is… how did you come to be accused of witchcraft?”

Lily straightened from her propped-up position on the chair, “My father is Dunbar’s doctor, so he’s been teaching me some things since I was young. Whenever he’s gone on trips, I take care of the people here.”

“Is your father currently away on one of these trips?” Crowley asked from her position at the kitchen table with a wet cloth held to the back of her head. “Is there anyone at home with you?” 

Lily nodded her head, “my father’s been gone for a few weeks now, but he’s due to be back home today.”

Aziraphale released a breath, “And your mother?”

“She died giving birth to me. The townspeople think I’m cursed.” Lily explained sourly. 

Crowley’s eyes unfocused as she Looked into another plane, “No, you’re not. You’re one of the lightest shades of grey I’ve seen in a long time.”

Lily looked down at her dark dress and raised a questioning brow. Aziraphale cleared his throat, “I’m very sorry to hear it. But as Crowley said, no, you’re not cursed. Those people are just being silly.”

“Why do they think you killed the old minister?” Crowley asked. Lily audibly gulped. “They think you poisoned him– infected him, or something?”

“I didn’t kill him!” Lily exclaimed. 

Crowley held up the hand without the cloth placatingly, “I didn’t say you did. I asked why they think you did. Good at questions, me. You’ll see.”  

The tension in Lily’s shoulders only grew. “He had been sick for a few days. With my father gone, I was the one attending to him.” She took a deep breath. “I was the last to see him alive.”

Aziraphale inhaled sharply, “Oh, Lord.”

“‘Killed him in his sleep,’ that woman said.” Crowley laughed shortly. “I told you something was wrong, Angel.” Aziraphale cut his eyes over at the demon. “Right, we should probably get her home, then.”

Aziraphale made a noise of disagreement, “don’t you think the people will recognize her?”

Crowley’s face twisted, “euh– well, I mean– wh, sh, a, mmh… yea, probably. They’d definitely recognize me, so we can’t go out in that crowd to take her to her father.”

The angel’s eyes lit up, “what if we take her father to her?”

“Wot, bring him here?” Crowley narrowed her eyes. 

“Yes, I could go collect her father, or at the very least make him aware of the situation. You two could stay here and out of sight.” Aziraphale explained eagerly, already moving to grab his coat. 

Crowley considered it for a moment, “You know, that might actually work. You’re acting as the minister right now, after all.” Something shifted in Crowley’s eyes, “They wouldn’t suspect you of consorting with the enemy.”

Aziraphale pressed his lips together and the skin around his eyes crinkled, “No one ever does. And let’s keep it that way, yes?” He turned his attention to the girl intently watching the two immortal beings, “Now, dear girl, Crowley is going to stay here with you while I go and find your father. Which house do you live in?”

Lily blinked up at him then startled, “Oh, um. The house with the green door. Three houses down the road with the stable.”

“I know where that is!” Aziraphale said cheerfully, “That’s not too far from here. Excellent, I’ll go get her father, Crowley–”

Crowley raised a hand, “I’ll stay here and watch her. I’m aware.”

Aziraphale nodded to himself, “I’ll be off then. Lily, you’re welcome to whatever food or drink you find. Don’t let Crowley take all my wine.”

“Oi, I’m working,” Crowley argued. 

“We both know that’s never stopped you before, Dear.” Aziraphale chided and closed the door behind himself. 

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It took half an hour to find Lily’s house. Aziraphale realized belatedly he never actually considered what he would tell the man. 

Hello, your daughter has been accused of witchcraft because you left her alone for God knows how long. Please refrain from such actions in the future or you might find yourself with–

A horse huffed at him, breaking him from that particular train of thought. “Oh, hello!” Aziraphale noted its reins were tied to a post in front of the house. He ran a hand over the horse’s snout. “You’re such a sweet thing, aren't you?” A coin-sized piece of brass hung from the halter. One side had an engraved bell while the other read a name. “Scout. I take it that means your owner is home?” The horse huffed at him again. “Well, nothing for it but to check, I suppose.” He knocked on the door.

There was some shuffling inside the house. After a few moments, the door opened enough to reveal a stocky man with auburn hair, “hello?”

“Hello! I’m the new minister here, Azira Fell. I was just popping along the town and meeting all the people here these last few days, and I do believe this is the first I’ve seen of you. I apologize, I don’t think I quite caught your name?”

“It’s Doctor John Davis. Pleasure to meet you, Brother Fell.” Davis stuck out a hand for Aziraphale to shake, which he did. 

“Do you live here alone?” Aziraphale asked. 

Davis swallowed, “No, it’s me and my daughter, Lily.”

“Oh, Lily is your daughter? It’s a good thing I decided to talk then, I have some important news to share with you. Do you mind if I come in?”

The man paled at that and stepped out, roughly shutting the door. “No, I think we need to speak out here.”

Aziraphale hesitated, “alright. Well, it is of a rather… sensitive nature, I’m afraid.” Davis didn’t move. “Have you heard of the events that took place earlier this afternoon?” 

Davis nodded, “I heard of what happened with my daughter, yes. Do you know where she is?”

“She’s perfectly safe, I assure you. She’s actually at my lodgings with my friend. Would you like to come and collect her?” Aziraphale asked. 

The girl’s father seemed heavy in thought, “You said your friend was with her? My daughter is safe?”

Aziraphale nodded, “Yes. My friend, Crowley. She protected her from the crowd earlier this afternoon. She’s quite good with kids, you see, but never let her hear you say that. They’re both at my lodgings.”

“I’ll come with you then to see her. Just let me sort some things out quickly,” Davis gestured toward the front door. 

“Oh, take your time. It’s only a half-hour walk from here,” Aziraphale answered. 

Davis opened the door, “Thank you, Brother Fell. I’ll be out in just a minute.”

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The girl’s father closed the door with a sigh, revealing a man sat next to the window with a pistol in his lap. “I thought I told you to keep the door open,” the man said. 

Davis considered his options, “I know where the woman you’re looking for is.”

The man perked up at that, “The Snake woman?”

“I believe so,” Davis agreed, “and I’ll tell you where, but I need to know my daughter will be unharmed.”

The man nodded, “you have my word as a Witch Hunter,” Bell promised with a cold smile. 

Davis hesitated, “she’s at Brother Fell’s lodgings. We’re going there now. I can distract him for some time if you and your men can get down there within half an hour?”

Bell stood and grinned, “Certainly. Your daughter will not be harmed by my hand, Doctor Davis.”

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Davis stepped back outside to see Aziraphale petting the horse once again, “are you ready to go, Brother Fell?”

“Oh, yes.” Aziraphale patted the horse one last time and joined Davis on the street. “Are you not taking your horse?”

“That’s not my horse,” Davis said. 

Aziraphale gasped softly, “I didn’t realize you were seeing to a patient. This can wait just a tad longer if you need to finish up?”

“Not a patient, either,” Davis answered with a light, humorless chuckle. 

They walked in silence for all of two minutes before three horses swiftly passed by them, heading in the direction Aziraphale had come from. Aziraphale startled, “Wasn’t that the horse at–”

“So tell me, Brother Fell, how long have you been a minister?” Davis asked suddenly. 

Aziraphale blew a raspberry, “Hard to say… for as long as I can remember, I suppose. Certainly since before you were born. How long have you been a doctor?”

Davis smiled, perhaps the first genuine smile Aziraphale had seen from the man, “since my daughter was born.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” Aziraphale praised. “Did you deliver her?”

“I did,” Davis answered. “She’s my pride and joy. The last piece of my wife I still have with me.”

Aziraphale frowned slightly, “what happened? To your wife? Lily had mentioned she died in childbirth.”

The doctor inhaled deeply, “I couldn’t protect her. I promised myself I would never let that happen again.” 

“I’m so sorry about your wife,” Aziraphale said, then added, “Bless you and your daughter.”

Davis felt immensely lighter, like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, only for guilt to constrict in his chest like a boa. His next breath rattled, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

The man faltered, “What does God say about harming others? For the sake of protecting your own people?”

Aziraphale considered this, “Well, I’m hardly one to speak for the Almighty, but there is the sixth commandment. ‘Thou shalt not kill.’ But if you’re looking to protect your family… I’d certainly try to avoid an altercation, but it might be unavoidable. Adam killed for Eve, for instance, to protect her.”

A few more horses rode past them. “I think I’ve harmed someone,” Davis confessed. 

Aziraphale made a noise of surprise, “Before you continue with that, might I remind you we’re not Catholic. Anything you say may have to be reported to the proper authorities.”

Davis shook his head, “I needed to protect my daughter.”

The angel looked at him, “Of course, that’s your child. It’s human nature to protect your offspring.”

The doctor looked back at him, “Will God forgive me?”

Aziraphale stared at the man, looked away, then looked back with a sigh, “I don’t rightfully know, to be honest with you. I’d like to believe so, but I know someone who was disgraced by God for far less.”

Davis blinked away the moisture gathering around his eyes as they neared Aziraphale’s house, “I’m sorry.”

Aziraphale opened his mouth to question why, until he spotted his house. The front door was broken down and the kitchen window was shattered. “Oh! My Lord!” He raced to the front of the house and felt his stomach clench in fear. Inside, tables and chairs were overturned. A curtain was torn from the wall. A few dishes were haphazardly splayed over the floor. Much to Aziraphale’s distress, a trail of blood led from the kitchen to the door. A soft sniffle came from one of the lower cabinets. He flung open the door to find Lily curled up inside, unharmed. 

“Lily?” Davis asked from the doorway. Upon seeing Lily, he dropped to his knees and let out a dry sob, “Lily!” The girl immediately ran and clung to her father. Aziraphale couldn’t take his eyes off the blood trail. It smelt of iron with a hint of sulfur. 

“Where’s Crowley?” Aziraphale asked no one in particular, already knowing what the answer would be. 

Lily sniffled again and turned to face the angel, “they took her! They think she’s a witch!”

It was fortunate Aziraphale didn’t technically have to breathe. He didn’t think he could with the way his lungs felt like they were collapsing in on themselves. “Took her where?” He felt a sudden spike of pain flare from the very familiar presence. He felt it as she crossed over the consecrated ground of–

“The church!”

[kitten4sannie]

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏: 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝟏 - 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐮𝐞

pairing: mafia! ot8 x undercover officer! reader (fem)

genre: mafia/organized crime au, drama, angst

w.c: 3.3k

ch. summary: after countless months of preparation and ensuing anxiety, you finally revisit the infamous Black Pirates, but from the other side of the law, and it’s almost as if you’ve never left.

ch. warnings: not too many….uhhh very light depictions of violence, a bit of blood, a bit of manhandling (not the sexy kind), mingi is unhinged (?) and has a gun lmao, no smut this time but just you waittttt

a/n: hi thereeeee i cannot tell you how excited i am to share this with you all 🥹 this is my first mini series and i’ve never tackled anything this big before so please be patient with me when it comes to updates~~ (also this chapter will be the shortest of them all given it’s the intro hehe) but aaaaaaa i’m so happy we can go on this journey together >w< now sit back, relax, and enjoy ~ and if you like, please pleasee share your thoughts and feedback with me <33

song rec: scene 1 - value ~ ateez, concrete jungle ~ bad omens

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“Are you ready for this?” 

All you could hear was your heart thumping inside your ears, unable to focus on your Commander in Chief’s loaded question, tuning into the sounds of keyboard tapping and faceless chattering about the current crimes and cases that were plugging up the figurative drain of your local prescient, rather than what he was saying to you. Were you ready to infiltrate one of the most prevalent crime families your law enforcement agency has come to know and loathe over the better part of the year? Not as their friend, but this time, as an enemy? They had half your city in the palm of their hands and were itching to take it over, pushing the drug and gun trade into overdrive, washing countless loads of dirty dollar bills, and in turn, leaving you and your agency to clean up the mess they left behind — and what a mess they always made. Bullets, bodies, and broken dreams. Crime and punishment. Officers, regulations, and yellow tape. An endless game of chess that nobody ever seemed to win. The perpetrators of this game, their faces never left your mind, etching their likeness inside the grooves of your memory even after being away from them all for so long, at least, until now — if you stopped being such a goddamn pussy and answered your boss. 

“Y/N…? You can back out if you need to…” He gave you an apologetic smile. “Given your history, I know it might be a lot on you. We can always put somebody else in instead.” 

“No..!” you suddenly protested, bringing a closed fist near your mouth as you forcefully cleared your throat. “With all due respect, sir, I’ve been preparing myself for this since you helped me…change course and join the academy.” Realizing you were digging your nails into your palms, you relaxed your grip, leaving red idents behind. “And, of course, when we realized what the Kim Estate was actually doing behind closed doors.”

“It certainly wasn’t tennis,” the seasoned man chuckled softly, leaning back slightly inside his fraying office chair, rubbing at his eyes from underneath his reading glasses, not aware of how prominent his eye bags were becoming. He let out a small sigh. “Y/N, I have a lot of trust in you. Going back into that world as an undercover operative is not a walk in the park under any circumstances, but this…they have proven to be unpredictable. I’ll ask you once more. Are you sure you can handle this case?” 

In all honesty, you were never too sure what you could handle, both in your professional and personal life, but the uncertainty never stopped you from diving in headfirst. And this, this case, being one of the dominos that would knock them all down, well…it was simply too delicious to pass up. 

You stood up, bowing your head to your superior, before giving him a knowing nod. “I’m ready, sir.” 

-

Your closest friend back in your police academy days and fellow undercover partner, Yeonjun, was the first person you spotted upon exiting your boss’ office, well, specifically his bright red hair, slowly navigating past the maze of desks and whispering coworkers to make it over to him, privy to the looks some of them gave you as you slipped past them — though it didn’t phase you anymore. Your past did not define you. At least, that’s what your therapist had been telling you the past few years. 

“Hey, partner,” Yeonjun greeted you with a smile, reaching out to hand you a paper cup full of freshly steeped coffee, leaning back to sit down on the crowded surface of his desk. “Tomorrow’s the big day. You ready?” 

You took the steaming cup, your jaw tensing as the bitter liquid hit your tastebuds. “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be, Choi.” You always thought of someone else when you uttered that surname. He was the complete opposite of your partner here: calm and collected, soulless when he wanted to be and full of love the very next moment, ticking back between the two like a malfunctioning metronome. You hated him for it. 

“Hey, it’s just Yeon, now. Come tomorrow, I won’t be my normal sexy self.” He pulled his freshly printed fake ID out of his t-shirt pocket and held it up to your face, replicating the toothy smile he had inside the picture. “Well, still sexy, yeah?” 

Chuckling, you leaned in, studying the fake ID, impressed by how real it looked. “Very sexy, Yeon, but remind me why you dyed your hair red? Is it the quarter life crisis settling in?” 

Yeonjun rolled his eyes, tucking his ID back into his pocket. “Ha-ha, funny. I just thought I should look the part if I’m going in as some renowned hacker.” 

You pushed a few files out of the way to lean against Yeonjun’s desk beside him. “Have you been studying up on your skills then?” 

“Of course, I have. I know I joke around a lot, but I’ve  dedicated my life to this, Y/N…” 

You looked down at Yeonjun’s hand, the one that rested on the desk in between you, his fingers drumming against the surface. “Good, because they don’t play around…”

The drumming stopped. Yeonjun turned his head to look at you, a flicker of light inside his brown eyes, like he was trying to understand you. “Do you…ever think about your life before the academy? Before this? Do you wish you could go back?” 

You bit into your lip, gazing past Yeonjun’s hand at one of the files that contained information about the very people you would be betraying. “I…just want to be good. Do what’s right…That’s why I left all of that. It’s why I’m here now.” 

He leaned over slightly until his shoulder pressed into yours, using his pinky to nudge at yours. “Not many would do what you’ve done, y’know. Giving up their way of life for something like this.” 

You nudged back, staring into the half empty cup of coffee you were still holding onto. “Not many people are this stupid.” 

“Not stupid.” Yeonjun pretended to clink his empty paper cup against yours, giving you a soft smile. “Brave. You’re the key component of this entire operation, Y/N. That’s huge. You’ll make a difference. Isn’t that what this is all about?” 

“Maybe…you’re right,” you replied softly, once again distracted by the folder from before, the one that was slightly open just enough to reveal the image of a man with slick back hair, dressed in quaint Victorian style clothes, with a big bow wrapped around his neck. Kim Hongjoong, owner of the Kim Estate and leader of the Black Pirate Organization. You knew him all too well, and all his closest cohorts. Would they recognize you? You hadn’t seen them since you were a young girl, forgotten by most and lost inside a system that didn’t care about you, except for the ambitious young man that swore he would one day be sat atop his ivory tower with those that followed his path. And now there he was, living the high life inside his big shiny mansion, sipping on fine wine, while you were still forcing down bitter instant coffee day after day, surrounded by people that looked at you, but never really saw you for what you were, whatever that was. Maybe Hongjoong knew. 

“Y/N…? You’re staring off into space again…” Yeonjun whispered near you, getting up from the desk once you came back to Earth. “Anyways, it’s late, and we have a lot to do tomorrow. We should get going.” 

“You’re right, we need as much rest as we can get.” You stretched out your legs before standing back up, just now noticing that you were the only two left inside the workspace, the light from your Chief’s office still peeking out past the dusty blinds. Maybe your Chief knew. 

Packing up your briefcase, you smiled at Yeonjun. “Should I dye my hair too?” 

Yeonjun pouted, resting his own briefcase against his hip. “That’s my thing.” 

-

Particles of dust and dirt filled your lungs, joining the blood that you began to choke on. It hurt to breathe, but your body carried on supplying oxygen to your lungs, not giving you a choice in the matter. You rolled over onto your back to face the night sky, your teary eyes focusing on the twinkling stars and the bright blue moon that loomed over the town, storm clouds rolling past until they blocked out the pretty view. Heavy rain began to pour down, soaking you to the bone. Even though you were losing the will to live, you still held onto the silver pair of scissors that you used to prove a point, even though it might’ve cost you your life. That was still something. However, your dear mentor still stood over you, his neck being clutched tightly by his trembling fingers, crimson slowly slipping past them. 

“See what happens when you bite the hand that feeds you? Ungrateful brat,” he choked out in between shallow breaths. Frustrated, he let out a gurgled growl, tossing his bloodied shank onto the dirt road beside his feet. You could’ve sworn you saw tears slip down his flushed cheeks, but then again, it was raining. “I didn’t want to do this…but you gave me no choice.” 

His closest companion took a step forward to securely grasp his upper arm, urging him, “Sir, we need to get you to the nearest hideout. I won’t let you bleed out like this.” 

The disheveled man’s other trusted subordinate placed a gloved hand on one of his shoulders, squeezing into it with urgency. He surveyed you past his foggy glasses, pushing them up the slope of his nose. His eyes were once filled with a sense of endearment when he looked at you, but now, they held contempt. “She made her decision, sir.” 

The struggling leader turned his head to look back and forth between his dear followers, then at his men who all waited behind them, their rain-streaked faces contorted with conflicted apprehension. They stood perfectly still like statues, until the all too familiar sound of sirens rang out in the distance. That’s when they all scattered, like rats, escaping from the flashing lights and disappearing into the dark of the night.  

Your soon to be killer was the last one to leave, looming over you as though he was Death himself, beads of rain, sweat, and blood dripping from his chin and down onto your face below. “Just one question, darling…” He held his neck tighter than before, growing dizzier from all the blood loss. “Why?” 

A small, self-satisfied laugh painfully bellowed from your chest, causing you to grab at your stomach where it had been sliced into. “The blade cuts both ways, sir. I was just following your lead…” You weakly lifted your hand up in the air, as though you wanted to reach him, but simply couldn’t. “Why aren’t you proud of the monster you created?” 

The man began to beam at you, but the corner of his lips stretched to an unfathomable degree, as though he had carved a smile into his own face. He lifted his chin up just enough to rid himself of the shadow that was cast over him, his brown eyes now void of anything, simply black. Soulless. “Oh, darling…the monster was always there. I simply dug it up.” 

You suddenly woke up and sat upright in your bed, your entire body covered in a layer of sweat, leading you to desperately kick off the comforter that had trapped you inside the sweltering heat. Upon realizing you were no longer caught inside a warped memory from your adolescence, you looked down at your stomach, lifting up the edge of your shirt to see if your scar was still there, sighing softly when you saw the jagged patch of skin. 

Your past doesn't define you. He doesn't define you — none of them do. And, now, you had the opportunity to create your own definition, and get a little revenge while you were at it. 

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“Do we ring the doorbell…?” Yeonjun asked from beside you, nervously shifting his weight from foot to foot, getting a bit dizzy from trying to take in all of the glory of the Kim Estate. 

You were too busy studying the faded stains of blood left on the stone floor below to notice how out of character Yeonjun was already behaving, not that you could blame him. A similar prick of anxiety was already embedding itself into your mind, but you waved it away as soon as it made itself present. “We may be entering a lion’s den, but we won’t behave like them. I’ll knock.” 

Yeonjun nodded swiftly, clutching the handle of his messenger bag tightly inside his sweaty hand. “Hopefully they don’t eat us alive.” 

You gently pushed a few strands of hair behind your ear, making sure you didn’t disturb the positioning of the micro earpiece that was sitting just behind your tragus. “They won’t, as long as we prove our worth.” 

You grabbed onto the obnoxious ivory door knocker, and just as you were about to make your presence known, you found yourself being yanked into the mansion by someone much bigger than you, Yeonjun’s squeaks of protest becoming background noise as soon as the man slammed you against the nearest wall. What felt to be the cold barrel of a compact handgun pressed up into the bottom of your chin with a click, your assailant’s focused, deep-set eyes boring into your own. “Is this how you welcome all your guests?”

“Not all of them…some I leave dead on the doorstep before they can even get a chance to beg on their knees,” the man muttered in a distinctly gravelly voice, a small chuckle bubbling out of his throat. Usually, the people he dealt with would be pissing themselves at this point, but it just seemed to be another day for this strangely familiar visitor. 

You could almost see your partner out of the corner of your eye, already on his own knees, his distinctively red hair being held onto by a nameless man in a 3-hole knit balaclava. It was then that you angled your head up slightly to get a good look at your old friend, feeling the barrel push harder into your skin. “Every guard dog has to have their fun, right? And, if you blew my head off now, well, where’s the fun in that?” 

“You’re right, doll.” The tall man’s plump lips quirked up into a smirk, slowly dragging his gun past your chin, down your neck, and along the softest parts of your body, poking and prodding at you in an attempt to humiliate you. “Should I see how many new holes I can give you? Fill them all with hot lead?” 

“At least buy me a drink first,” you said through gritted teeth, trying not to show any discomfort when he pushed the loaded gun roughly into your abdomen, directly into your scar, not that he could’ve known it was there. 

He seemed to enjoy your pained response, leaning his head back to let out a sudden laugh, one that was short and abrupt like a bark. “You’re one crazy bitch…” The man licked over his plump lips. “I like that.” 

It was just then that somebody else entered the foyer, their presence so distinctly powerful, the lot of you couldn’t help but notice before he even stepped foot in the room. “Is that any way to treat a valued guest, Mingi? I thought I trained you better than that.” 

Mingi immediately de-cocked the gun and brought it behind his back, tucking it away inside the waistline of his tailored pants. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Seonghwa patted Mingi’s shoulder with a gloved hand, giving him a small nod of understanding, before turning his attention to you and Yeonjun, the both of you cautiously standing with your backs against the paneled wall. “I do apologize for my guard dog. We try to keep him on a tight leash, but sometimes…he gets loose.” His shifting eyes formed half crescents. “You understand.” 

Yeonjun glanced over at you for guidance, and you responded with a small smile, before nodding your head obediently at Seonghwa’s words, Yeonjun following your lead. “It’s not a problem.” 

Seonghwa clasped his hands together, shaking his head slightly, a strand or two of raven hair falling past his forehead from where the rest of it sat perfectly still. He couldn’t seem to understand why he was experiencing a bout of deja vu. “Where are my manners?” He pressed his palm into his chest, and gave a small bow. “I’m Park Seonghwa, the second in command, if you will, here at the Kim Estate.” 

Yeonjun bowed back instantly, pushing his dyed hair behind his ears as he stood up straight. “My name’s Yeon. That’s what I go by online.” 

Seonghwa’s eyebrows raised up slightly. “Ah, I know you.” He chuckled to himself, glad that he was able to pinpoint the air of familiarity, but still annoyed that something wasn’t quite right. “You’re that hacker that’s going around and fucking with the local government, aren’t you?” 

Yeonjun was glad he didn’t eat too much that morning, otherwise he would’ve already thrown it up by now. He brought a peace sign up to his face and smiled. “That’s me, professional shit-stirrer at your service.” 

As more men began to trickle into the foyer to see what all the commotion was about, Seonghwa slowly turned his attention back to you, the true object of his frustration. It’s like he had seen you many times before, in a dream, perhaps? In the casino they ran behind closed doors? Or maybe you were one of the many playthings that were brought in to appease the voracious appetites of his degenerate cohorts. Either way, Seonghwa both loved and loathed the way you were already inside his mind, like you had already lived there, and your existence had simply been unearthed by the sands of time. 

“And, you are…?” he asked in a slow, calculated manner, his head tilting to the side. 

“I’m a diamond expert,” you explained vaguely, motioning to the large suitcase of supplies you were holding. “I can see the value of most things from a mile away, much like your dear leader.” 

Hongjoong was already aware of your arrival. You could feel it in your bones. 

Seonghwa brought a closed fist to his chin, nodding at your words, still not completely sure why he felt so uncomfortable. “But, who are you?” 

Your bubbling amusement was starting to rush to the surface, unable to keep yourself from smiling. And, just like that, you reunited with your dear mentor, except on opposite sides of the chess board. You were delighted everyone was there to witness the beginnings of your awaited rematch. “Why don’t you ask him? I think he’ll have an idea of who I am,” you replied giddily, prompting you to motion your head to the man that stood above the rest of you. 

You felt something stir within the men that looked at you, as though what had been hidden for so long had finally come to light. You weren’t a ghost, much to their surprise — well, at least, not yet. You were, of course, taking a gamble with your life, and your partner’s as well, but risks were meant to be taken, rules were meant to be broken, and strings were meant to be cut.

As though right on time, Hongjoong dug his nails into the mahogany railing of the expansive landing, his free hand unconsciously adjusting the bow that was wrapped securely around his neck. He understood the most out of all them. Value. You looked up to him, moving your fingers as though you were using a pair of scissors. 

“Remember now?” 

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[felassan]

Post on the Dragon Age website:

"Journal #2 The Voices of the Veilguard Get acquainted with some of the voice actors and join us for our upcoming character panel at SDCC! --- Hey everyone, We're packing our bags and heading down to SDCC this week and alongside that comes more Dragon Age: The Veilguard reveals! Today, we're excited to reveal some of the voice actors who bring our characters to life - a few of whom will be joining us for our character-focused panel at the convention. ICYMI, our SDCC panel "Dragon Age - Meet The Heroic Companions of Thedas” will feature Creative Director John Epler and Creative Performance Director Ashley Barlow as they discuss bringing the cast of Dragon Age: The Veilguard to life. Moderated by Lucy James, host and video producer at GameSpot, panel attendees will hear from Neve, Emmrich, Harding, and Lucanis’ voice actors as they discuss their motivations and inspirations that have lit up the personalities and uniqueness of each companion. The panel will be held on Friday, July 26 from 3:15PM - 4:15PM in Room 6BCF.  If the panel isn't enough to satisfy your Dragon Age cravings and you'll be at SDCC in person, join us at the Dark Horse Comics booth (#2615) where we will have swag to give away as well as talent & developer signings. Keep an eye on our social channels for more information on this. Discord members who drop by the booth and show us that they're a part of the server will receive a Romancer pin while supplies last. For those of you who will be keeping an eye on SDCC coverage from home, we'll have the full panel video available at a later date. Stay tuned. With that said, let’s get into our cast."

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"Four Rooks are Better than One Featuring the most comprehensive character creator in Dragon Age yet, your character, nicknamed Rook, debuts with four different voice overs to make this story truly your own. Rook is Dragon Age: The Veilguard’s leader in the making who has to bring the Veilguard together to take down the threats on Thedas. Immerse yourself even further by picking your voice, with two options from US/North American personalities and two from the United Kingdom/EU.  Rook’s voices have been provided by iconic television, film and video game personalities Alex Jordan (Cyberpunk 2077, The Amazing World of Gumball), Bryony Corrigan (Baldur’s Gate 3, Good Omens), Erika Ishii (Apex Legends, Destiny 2), and Jeff Berg (Battlefield 1, NCIS). What even is Dragon Age: The Veilguard without the Veilguard? These 7 companions stand ready to join the fight to restore order to Thedas. We're happy to announce that our cast of companions includes: - Ali Hillis (Mass Effect 3, Naruto), returns to the fray as Harding, the dwarven scout, a Dragon Age: Inquisition hero with a big heart, a positive outlook, and a ready bow – as well as unexpected magical powers. - Ike Amadi (Mass Effect 3, Halo 5: Guardians, Insomniac's Spider-Man) as Davrin, a bold and charming Grey Warden who has made a name for himself as a monster hunter. - Jee Young Han (Perry Mason, Unprisoned) as Bellara, a creative and romantic Veil Jumper obsessed with uncovering ancient secrets. - Jessica Clark (True Blood, Pocket Listing) as Neve, a cynic fighting for a better future, both as a private detective and a member of Tevinter's rebellious Shadow Dragons.  - Jin Maley (Star Trek: Picard, Silicon Valley) as Taash, a dragon hunter allied with the Lords of Fortune who lives for adventure and doesn't mind taking risks.  - Nick Boraine (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Black Sails) as Emmrich, a necromancer of Nevarra's Mourn Watch who comes complete with a skeletal assistant, Manfred, voiced by Matthew Mercer (Critical Role, Fallout 4). - Zach Mendez (Horizon Forbidden West, Married Alive) as Lucanis, a poised & pragmatic assassin who descends from the bloodline of the House of Crows, a criminal organization renowned throughout Thedas.  Last but not least, we’re excited to let you know Gareth David-Lloyd is returning as Solas, and Brian Bloom as Varric. We have so many more people to introduce you to, including some returning characters, but we’re not quite ready to reveal all those yet, because of you know - story spoilers.  While that’s all we have for now, we’re eager to meet those of you attending SDCC and to continue our summer filled with reveals from Dragon Age: The Veilguard. Talk soon. — The Dragon Age Team"

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[grimmtells]

✦ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

Yamikage is one of my favourite characters in the anime, so naturally he gets tossed in the "redesigned to perfectly fit my tastes" + extremely self-indulgent lore adjusments. Because if the scenarists won't care about him, I WILL ! ((More Info below !))

✦ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰, 𝐘𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐬 ───

𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖘 Yabunreis are beings born from shadows and moonlight, only when the clock strikes midnight. They are assassins who possess powers that are to be feared. Their homeland, Evernight Star, is a planet casted in the shade of an everlasting night; and their capital is a large edo-style village located in a region called "Dimland". The village is the home of the Nichibotsu Clan, consisting of only yabunrei assassins. Other such villagers are nocturnal inhabitants of Evernight star, including bioluminescent cappies ! Yamikage is almost the perfect default of a yabunrei. They always have white hair, strangely textured, ashy purple-y skin of varying tones depending on the person, and usually, stark white eyes with no pupils. Yamikage's are red. They all dress in dark blue clothes. and silent chain mail.

✦ 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 ───────────

As unmatched assassins, yabunreis are highly prized mercenaries. Many people from all planets travel far and wide to Evernight Star in order to pay for their services. The village’s riches stem from the Nichibotsu Clan’s work across space, taking care of whichever target their visitor wanted them to. They are neutral and do not care for the agendas of whoever pays them. The Nichibotsu Clan was sought out by King Arthur when the war against Nightmare broke out. He offered no monetary compensation, but a promise on his honour as king that Fable Star, his kingdom, would ally themselves with them if Evernight Star ever came to face extraterrestrial peril. As the threat that Nightmare posed would also affect their side of the galaxy, the yabunreis accepted. While they did not all go, they sent a generous number of assassins to the GSA.  The yabunreis that took part in the war are currently located in Nightmare’s fortress after betraying the GSA, and sent out on different planets to carry out assassinations for HNM.

✦ 𝐀𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 ───────────

Yabunreis are inherently linked to the moon, night, the shadows cast during that time and the Arts of Ninjutsu. Their abilities include :

((Most basically lifted from Aragami 1 and 2, my biggest inspiration for this lore))

✦ 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ───

Yabunreis don’t evaporate or turn to dust in the sunlight, but not only does it weaken them, it renders all their abilities unusable. To put it simply, yabunreis are only regular ninjas in broad daylight. While their physical prowess remains formidable, they become a much lesser threat than if it was nighttime.

✦ 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 ──────

When a yabunrei is born during a lunar eclipse, their eyes are red, unlike their kin whose eyes are completely white. It’s a testament to their link to the Blood Moon, a symbol of high power and an omen of greatness in the eyes of the Nichibotsu Clan. Only two Yabunreis were born during a lunar eclipse : The former deceased leader of the Clan, Shokukage, and the current leader, Yamikage.

+ Some random doodles I was too lazy to finish

[daeley]

I was obsessed since last week with this old game

The pilars 💜

Favorite armor

Two options at the end (Kain is not going to sacrifice himself for the good of the world, obviously)

I like Kain in the 2D art of the game but damn he's ugly in the 3D animations, even the old Kain from Soul Reaver looks good in comparison (handsome old man)

I didn't do it so well :S

I'll probably play blood omen 2, I never played that game and it makes me curious.

I had to play with retroarch on my tablet, since my mom burned all my old games when I was a kid....yeah with fire!, I felt so bad because I was a really good student and only played occasionally, but she saw me playing silent hill games at 1:00 a.m. (perfect atmosphere)

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GET AWAY

Summary: you’re bad omens merch girl. You all decide to go on vacation, after tour. Your boyfriend is a real dick, and Noah tells you how he really feels.

Warnings: sexual content, p in v sex, oral (f receiving), a little violence, mentions of blood, cheating. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/n: not gonna lie, it was 3am and I was exhausted. I kind of rushed through the smut. This is not edited. I’m on vacation, and posting from my phone. So sorry it looks a little rough.

We finally walked into the lobby of the condo we were staying at for a very much needed vacation. Noah and the guys just finished an amazing tour, and they all decided to go to Miami Beach for the week. I became close with the guys after landing a job being their merch girl. “Everybody got their room keys?” Matt walked up with his suitcase, making sure we were good to go. Everyone gave their confirmations, as we headed towards the elevators. “I’m so excited for this week, we really needed this.” When I got no response, I turned towards my boyfriend of 1 year Justin. Nose deep in his phone, tapping away. “Hello?” I asked annoyed for the 100th time today. He finally looked up from his phone “hm? Oh yeah, for sure.” And down went his face again.

I rolled my eyes, turning my attention back to the guys with an excited smile. “So what do you guys have planned today??” They all turned towards me, giving me their full attention. Noah speaking up first. “I think me and the guys are gonna go buy some drinks, and sit on the beach. We had a long drive. Kind of just wanna chill for the rest of the evening” I nodded my head in agreement. It was kind of a rough drive, especially being packed in a van with 7 people.

“You guys wanna join us?” As I nodded my head yes, Justin quickly spoke up. “Nah man, thanks tho. but we’re hitting up the bars tonight.” I looked up at just confused as hell. “Why do you wanna go to the bars? I thought we all came together to hangout TOGETHER?” AGAIN I was completely annoyed at his lack of consideration for me and my feelings. “Babe chill out. We literally have all week.” I quickly shut my mouth, and turned away before we got into an argument. I didn’t wanna argue with him, much less in front of the guys.

They all gave me an empathetic look, as the elevator doors finally opened. Everyone started piling in, Justin shoving in front of me with the rest of them. The elevator being at full capacity. I looked at Justin in pure bewilderment. “Seriously?” He turned towards me, and laughed. “We’ll see ya at the top! We’re all going to the same place.” Not only was I completely humiliated, but I was shocked.

Mine and Justin’s relationship was far from perfect. I just don’t understand what happened. We used to be so happy together. He used to be the best boyfriend. Then a couple weeks ago, he started acting different. He looked towards the rest of the guys, expecting them to laugh with him. As the doors started closing, a hand stopped them last second. “I’ll wait with you.” Noah grabbed his suitcase, rolling out and standing with me. The guys all gave him look, before the doors finally closed, sending them on their way up.

“Well that was a dick move.” Noah was the first to speak between us, as we waited for the next elevator. Me and Noah used to be really close friends. Best friends even. I befriended him, before the rest of the guys. He’s the reason I met Justin. I spent months, and months hung up over Noah, just waiting for any kind of sign that maybe he felt the same way. Eventually I had to move on, and Justin happened to be the one I moved on to. He was really attractive, and really sweet. We got along great, and had a lot in common.

My feelings never matched the same intensity as they did for Noah, but I was hoping the more time I spent with Justin, the feelings for Noah would eventually go away... but they haven’t. I just have to keep pushing them further and further down. I’m not sure why, but ever since Justin and I became a couple, Noah became distant. We don’t hangout anymore unless it’s with the rest of the guys. We don’t text as much, unless it’s about work. I guess that’s why it’s so awkward right now that we’re alone.

“Yeah it’s just been a long day for all of us.”

Why am I taking up for my asshole boyfriend’s shitty behavior? Not sure. We didn’t speak anymore, and continued awkwardly waiting on the doors to open. After the short ride up to our floor, we split separate ways to our rooms. “Thanks by the way….for waiting for me.” Noah turned towards me with a small smile on his face. “Always.” I felt my heart skip, as he turned back around, headed for his room at the other end of the hall. I let out a sigh walking towards our room dragging my luggage behind me.

I tried opening the door but it was locked. I banged on it a couple times, waiting for Justin to open it. Finally after a minute or two, the door swung open. “Hey. Took you long enough.” I scoffed, pushing past him, into our bedroom, slinging my suitcase against the bed. “You left me!” He huffed closing the door, before walking towards me. “Noah was literally with y/n calm down.” He rolled his eyes, plopping onto the bed.

“Yeah because YOU my BOYFRIEND didn’t! What if he didn’t wait with me??” I was getting angrier by the second. His lack of care for my wellbeing really hurt. Yeah I might be acting a tad bit dramatic but still. It’s the principle of it. “My god babe! Then you would have came up by yourself! Now come on get ready.” I gave up. I knew arguing with him was pointless. I don’t even know why I bother.

Opening my suitcase, I grabbed an outfit and my makeup bag. I went straight to the bathroom to get ready, getting drunk and letting loose sounds like a great idea.

(Two days later)

I woke up to the sound of the bathroom door slamming shut, and the shower running. Groaning into my pillow, I finally sat up grabbing my phone to check the time. 7am. Why the fuck is he up at 7am? He never wakes up at this time, much less before I even do. The sound of buzzing, pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked over at Justin’s side of the bed where his phone lay. I picked it up to answer, and let whoever was calling know that he would call them back later, until I saw the caller ID. “A” before I could answer, the call ended. I went to unlock his phone, when a text popped up on the screen.

“Hey I’m here. Can’t wait to see you ❤️”

I felt my heart fall to my ass. No way. He’s cheating on me? With who?!? I quickly opened his text threads, seeing the the same contact a few scrolls down. There it was. All the proof I needed, to confirm it. He was in fact cheating on me. Flirty texts, a bunch of selfies sent back and forth. I felt like throwing up. The bathroom door swung open, and Justin walked out towel drying his hair.

“I’m going into town for-“ he stopped dead in his tracks, staring at me like he saw a ghost. “Who the fuck is A?” We sat there silently, just staring at each other. “Just a friend babe, don’t start acting crazy” I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Just a friend huh? Okay.” I threw his phone back at him, climbing out of bed. I grabbed my phone, and some clothes headed straight to the shower. I quickly sent a text in the bands group chat that they added me in a while back, Asking if they wanted to hang out today. I hit send, stripping off my clothes hopping into the shower.

I met the guys at some seafood place, to grab some food before we hung out on the beach. “So where is Justin?” Folio asked, digging into his crab legs. My smile instantly disappeared, thinking back to this morning. We haven’t spoken since then. I’m too humiliated to tell them, and I don’t want to ruin everyone’s trip because of my relationship issues.

I smiled, coming up with a quick lie. Well sort of a lie. “Oh he’s uh meeting up with a friend, he said he’ll catch up with us later.” They all nodded, and continued eating starting up another conversation. I let out a small sigh of relief, at the attention not being on me anymore. When I looked over, Noah was staring at me with a look I couldn’t quite read. I sent him a smile, that he then returned.

After we were all finished, and stuffed full we headed to the beach. I sat in my beach chair tanning while the boys ran through the water and threw a football around. The sound of footsteps met my ears, until they stopped right beside me. I lifted my head, looking over at Noah. He was soaking wet, from being in the ocean. He looked beaut- stop it y/n. He grabbed his towel, drying his hair and body before sitting down beside me.

“What’s going on y/n?” I laid my head back down, still smiling at him. “Just tanning. What abou-“ he quickly cut me off, shaking his head. “ no I mean what’s going on? I think you forget angel…I know you. I can tell something is bothering you.” Thank god I was wearing sunglasses. I could feel the stupid tears welling up in my eyes, along with the butterflies erupting in my stomach. Angel. He always used to call me that. I assumed he stopped out of respect for Justin…but I missed it. I didn’t want to lie to him, but again, I couldn’t ruin this trip. They worked so hard, and they deserve it. So I decided to tell him half of the truth.

“It’s nothing Noah, I promise. Me Justin just had a little argument this morning. Everything is okay now though. No need to worry about it.” I gave him the most convincing smile I could muster, and he just nodded his head thankfully ending the conversation. It was now getting dark, so we all packed up our things and headed to our rooms. Exiting the elevator, I gave each of the guys a hug. When I got to Noah, he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. I squeezed back, not wanting to let go.

When we finally released each other, I said one more goodbye to them headed to my room.

Noah pov

After we said bye to y/n me and the guys all hung out in our condo. I spoke up, interrupting the guys conversation. “Something’s going on with y/n but she won’t tell me.” They all looked at me, nick talking first. “Yeah we could tell. Just didn’t wanna pry.” I nodded in agreement. I knew she wasn’t being honest down at the beach, but I didn’t wanna make her uncomfortable. “Probably her dick head of a boyfriend pissing her off.” Jolly sighed, flopping onto the bed behind me.

Justin. The asshole who stole the women of my fucking dreams. I don’t care how cliche it sounds. It’s true. I’ve been in love with her for two years now. Justin was my friend, or so I thought. I mistakenly told him about my feelings for y/n. I told him everything. How I was planning on telling her how I felt. When I was gonna do it and where. Then all of sudden, he walks in the next day flaunting her, and their new relationship right in my face.

I was devastated, but I acted happy for y/n. If he was who made her happy, I had to accept that. But Seeing how he treated her a few days ago when we got here, made me think differently. He ignored her the whole way here, and then was gonna leave her in the lobby. The hurt look on her face, made me rage. I’ve never wanted to beat the fuck out of someone so bad before.

I could feel my anger rising just thinking about it. I need to calm down, and quick before I go beat his ass right now. “You gonna come drink with us Noah?” Folio asked, as they all gathered their things, but I declined. “I think I’m gonna go take a walk. I’ll be back later.” They all nodded goodbye, and went back to their conversation, as I headed down to the beach.

Y/n pov

After I got back to my room, I threw my stuff in the corner sat down on the living room couch. I let out a frustrated groan, shoving my face in my hands. I don’t know what to do. Obviously the right decision would be to dump his sorry ass. I’m just scared. Other than all the shitty things. What me and Justin have is good. It’s…comfortable. Justin is also Noah’s friend. If I leave him, who’s to say Noah doesn’t take Justin’s side? Then I’ll lose my boyfriend… and most importantly… Noah.

Just the thought of losing Noah shatters my heart completely. The door suddenly opened, Justin waltzing in with a smug smile on his face. “Hey babe.” I rolled my eyes, standing from the couch. I grabbed my phone, and slipped my shoes back on headed towards the door. “where are you going?” I stopped before opening it, turning back towards him. anger filling my entire body. “I need space Justin. I really don’t want to talk to you right now.”

He scoffed rolling his eyes. “You’re seriously pissed off that I have friends!? Wow y/n get the fuck over yourself!” He really knows how to get under my skin. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know friends flirted with each other and sent hearts back and forth.” He threw his stuff onto the bed shaking his head. “I just need space Justin. I need to think.” He didn’t bother looking at me, as he started unbuttoning his shirt. “Whatever y/n.”

I took that as my cue to leave, and walked out of the room slamming the door behind me. I can’t believe him. I have done everything for him. I have put my all into this relationship, and he couldn’t give a fuck less. I walked down to the beach, to relax and just think. I love the beach at night. Nobody is usually down here at this time, and the sound of the waves are so peaceful at night.

I sat down on one of the wooden lounge chairs, and finally let out the tears I’ve been holding in all day. I sobbed until my throat felt raw. After a little while I calmed down, but silent tears continued to fall. If I leave Justin, I might just lose everyone. I can’t let that happen. Where did it go wrong? Can we even come back from this? Maybe we could try couples therapy… that’s a thing right?

“Didn’t expect to see you down here.” I jumped at the sudden voice breaking the peaceful silence. I quickly wiped the tears off my face, smiling up at Noah. He was smiling until he saw my puffy face. He sat down beside me, throwing his arm over my shoulder pulling me into his side. “Hey..what’s wrong angel?” There he goes with that damn nick name again.

I shake my head, ready to brush it off again until he grabs the side of my face turning it towards his. We were so close. If I moved just an inch closer our noses would brush. “You know it’s really hurting my feelings that you keep lying to me y/n. I know something is going on. Tell me.” I couldn’t control it anymore. A sob broke free again, and Noah held me tighter to his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair until I finally calmed back down.

“He’s cheating on me Noah.” I finally confessed. This is it. I’m about to lose the one person that I care about most. I felt his body go stiff, but not a word was said. I could feel his heart pounding fast against my cheek. I decided to break the silence, I couldnt stand it. “I just.. I don’t know what to do. We were doing so good. Then it all just..went to shit..we kept fighting. I was hoping it was just phase, but I was wrong.” I sniffed, pulling away slightly to look at him. He was pissed. Seething.

I was so scared of what he was going to say. Would he be mad that I was accusing his friend of such a thing? His voice interrupted my thoughts. “You don’t deserve that y/n. He doesn’t deserve you.” I was speechless for a minute. He’s choosing my side? He’s been friends with Justin way longer than he has even known me. I could feel my anxiety slowly dissipating.

We finally disconnected from each other, but stayed close. Our shoulders pressing together. “I guess I’m just scared. I haven’t been alone in so long…I just..I know it sounds pathetic. He used to make me feel so loved. When it was good, it was good. I was able to look past all the bad. I’m scared to start over. What if I don’t find someone who loves me like he did at one point?” Noah listened intently to every word.

“You’re not pathetic y/n. It’s normal to feel the way you do, but please listen to me when I say you don’t deserve it. You deserve every fucking good thing in this god forsaken world, and he is a fucking idiot.” My heart was beating out of my chest at every word that came out of his mouth. He is making it so hard not to fall deeper in love with him.

Love. Did I really just say that? Yes I did. Because I do, and I’m tired of fighting it. “You know I used to be so confident. I was always putting myself out there. Wasn’t afraid to make the first move. I was outgoing, and fun. I let him ruin me, how could someone love a person so fucked up.” The tears started falling again, as I harshly wiped them away.

“I do. You’re not fucked up. You’re hurt. I’m sure right now isnt the best time to say this, but fuck it. I’m tired of keeping it to myself. I love you. I have fucking loved you for two years now.” I was frozen in shock. I can’t believe what my ears are hearing right now. I feel like this is a dream, and I’m about to wake up any minute. We stared at each other, until I finally found my words. “Noah ..are you serious?”

He nodded his head, as we just stared at each other. “Yeah…and Justin knew that too.” Justin knew?? What is he talking about? “What do you mean?” I was in disbelief at what I was hearing right now.

“Well Justin was my best friend…or so I thought..since we were kids. I mistakenly trusted him. I told him about the feelings I had for you. Told him about how I was gonna ask you out. When and where…everything.” he looked away, looking at the ground.

I stayed quiet, waiting for him to finish. “Then the next day, he walks into the house…with you. Hand in hand.” I clenched my hand to my chest. My heart physically hurt. I can’t believe it. I could have had Noah, I almost had Noah….but I said yes to Justin. Of course I didn’t know at the time, but still. It hurts just as bad. “Noah…why..why didn’t you say anything?” He let out a small tired laugh.

“You seemed happy angel…that’s all that mattered. All I wanted..I didn’t wanna ruin that for you.” He said softly, finally looking at me again. My tears finally slowed down, and I softly grabbed his hand resting on his thigh. “Noah…if I would’ve known…” I was at a loss of words. This is my chance. I had to tell him the feelings were mutual. “I felt the same way…I do feel the same way. I thought you didn’t see me like that.. that’s why I said yes to him.”

Noah chuckled, rubbing his hand down his face. “Guess we both fucked up huh?” We both let out quiet laughs. We kept eye contact, but said nothing. Before I knew it, we were both leaning in. When our lips finally touched, my whole body melted into the kiss. His hand moved from under mine, to my cheek. Before we could deepen it any further, a loud voice interrupted us. “OH SO THIS IS WHERE YOU WENT? TO FUCK MY BESTFRIEND?”

We jumped apart, both quickly shooting up from our seats. Justin. Fuck. He was walking fast down the beach from the condos we were staying in. I quickly jumped over the chair to him. “Justin wait! It’s-“ he got in my face, before shoving me backwards. “SHUT UP WHORE! I SHOULD HAVE FUCKING KNOWN!” As I fell back, I landed on the chair, the wooden edge scraping the skin of my leg.

I looked down, to see a nasty gash on the inside of my upper thigh. Before anything could be said, Noah flew from behind me. He tackled Justin to the sand, sending blow after blow to his face. All I could do, was watch in complete shock. I’ve never seen Noah so angry. After a few more blows to Justin’s face, Noah stood back up. “DONT YOU EVER PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON HER AGAIN YOU DICK!”

Justin just laid there, groaning in pain. Noah turned back around, grabbing my hand. “C’mon we’re getting your stuff, you’re gonna stay with me.” I let him lead me away, not before stopping beside Justin. I looked at him for a few seconds, he was fucked up. His nose was probably broken, and his lips were split. I calmly spoke. “In case it wasn’t obvious…We’re over.”

We got inside, and headed towards the elevator. As we waited for the doors to open, I could still feel Noah basically vibrating with anger. The doors opened, and we walked straight in, and rode up in silence. We got to my room, and luckily I only had a few things taken out of my bag. So we quickly grabbed them, stuffed them back in and went to Noah’s room. When we walked in, he sat my suitcase on the desk in his bedroom, and turned towards me.

“Shit you’re bleeding.” I looked down, and sure enough, blood was running down my leg straight into my shoe. “It’s okay, it doesn’t even hurt anymore.” He walked straight past me, and into the bathroom. I heard him shuffling around in the cabinets, and come back with a little first aide kit. I tried to protest again, telling him I’d just rinse it off in the shower. He ignored me, and bent down infront of me.

“Spread your legs for me.” Although he said it innocently, I couldn’t help the blush the covered my cheeks. He got the disinfectant wipes, and cleaned off the blood and around the gash. Pulling out some ointment and a big bandaid, and started applying them gently. As he did, I caught a glimpse of his right hand. His knuckles were busted. “I’m so sorry Noah.” My hand found its way to his head, running my fingers through his hair. I felt guilty. I ruined our trip, because of my fucked up relationship, and now he’s hurt. He froze, and looked up at me, clearly confused.

“Why are you apologizing to me?” He stayed there, waiting for me response. “Your knuckles they’re busted…and I ruined your trip.” he didn’t move a muscle, looking straight into my eyes, and just shook his head. “You didn’t ruin anything, and I’d do it again.” His voice was just above a whisper. “He put his fucking hands on you, I want to fucking kill him.” He placed a kiss to the bandage on my thigh, before slowly rising to his feet. As soon as he got in reach his lips were back on mine again. His arm going under my ass, to lift me all the way up with him, to his full height. My legs wrapped around his waist without a second thought.

Our kiss deepened, as he walked us to the bed, laying me onto it. His kisses moved down, over my cheek, and down my neck. “Noah…” I whined, ready to just feel him. All of him. He lifted his head, planting another kiss on my lips. “I know baby..” he lifted my shirt up and off of me, throwing it somewhere else in the room.

His lips instantly attaching to one of my tits, while his hand groped and played with my other one. I was a moaning mess. He was barely doing anything yet, and I’d never felt so good in my life. His lips moved down my stomach, to the top of my shorts. “I wanna taste you so bad baby.” He whispered against my skin.

.“Noah please..” I am not above begging. I finally have the man of my dreams, and I want all of him. Now. He unbuttoned my shorts, dragging them off a long with my underwear. He took no time to spread my thighs. He groaned, seeing how wet I was for him. All for him. With one last kiss to the inside of my thigh, he dove straight in. His lips wrapped around my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

I gasped in pleasure, my hands falling to his head. I grabbed handfuls of his hair softly tugging it. He groaned against me, sending delicious vibrations through my core. “You taste so good baby.” He ran his tongue up and down the full length of my pussy, until I was shaking with pleasure. “I’m so close Noah..please please”

He took his left hand, teasing my hole with two fingers before fully sinking them in. I moaned out at the feeling. He continued pumping his fingers, and licking my clit. I could feel my orgasm coming, as I started grinding my hips into his face. I came with a loud whine of his name. He moaned again, as he licked up my release.

“Fuck…such a good girl.” He leaned over me, kissing me hard. Shoving his tongue in my mouth, so I could taste myself. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and off of him, throwing it onto the floor. Our lips connected again, as he reached for his sweats. He pulled them down just enough to pull his dick out.

“Are you okay?” He was panting, struggling to stay still. I nodded my head, begging him to move. He stood back up completely, holding my thighs apart, watching himself disappear inside of me, over and over again. “Fuck Noah, faster.” He felt incredible. I’ve never felt this good during sex. He sped up until he was pounding into me. He kept my thighs spread wide, pushing them into my chest. The new angle making him reach even deeper. “Fuck baby your pussy feels so good wrapped around my dick.” All I could do was moan in response. He looked back down between us before spitting directly on my clit, and rubbing over it with his thumb.

“C’mon baby, cum for me.” I was so close, and I could tell he was too. After a few more thrust, I came hard around him. Pushing my head down against the mattress, and arching my back, my head was fuzzy and light. “Good girl…fuck..” he quickly pulled out, finishing on my chest and stomach. He leaned back over, bringing me into a wet rushed kiss. “I love you so much angel..”

“I love you too.”