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call-me-a-simp · 7 months

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I'll always be here for you!

Rhea Ripley X Fem Reader Oneshot

Summary: You're at an amusement park with your girlfriend Rhea and decide to join her on a horror roller-coaster. Although you're easily scared you think it can't be that bad. Well you were wrong and a long night full of problems is waiting for you..

Tw: social anxiety, panic attack, selfharm, crying, screaming/shouting, blood, fear of loosing someone

"You okay?" Your girlfriend asks you, looking a little concerned. "You haven't said anything since we're waiting in line here"

You were at an amusement park and currently waiting in line for a crazy horror roller coaster.

You nod slightly and continue starring at the floor and picking at the skin around your nails. Rhea notices and takes your hands in hers, trying to stop you from hurting yourself any further.

You try to pull your hands away from her but she doesn't let go. "Let go, please!" You complain quietly. "Only if you stop picking at your skin. I don't want you to bleed again." Rhea says in a soft voice and loosens her grip. You sigh and let your hands slip out of hers

"I'm sorry, it's just my social anxiety again, sorry for ruining this" you mumble. "Oh no you didn't ruin anything baby!" Rhea reassures you, and pulls you close to give you a little kiss on your temple. You smile to yourself. *What in the world did I do to deserve this girl* you think.

The gates open and you're allowed to pick your seats on the roller coaster. The two of you managed to get the two places in the very front. You know how much your girlfriend loves horror and although you don't, you join the ride because you want to make her happy.

The ride starts and you immediately regret getting in. You're easily scared and there are so many jumpscares and other stuff that just freak you out. At the end you are crying and hyperventilating. Rhea helps you get out and tries to calm you but you break down into a panic attack.

"I'm so sorry darling, I- you didn't have to- oh I'm so sorry" she stumbles over her words and hugs tight. She holds you for a while, not bothering about the weird looks from strangers that are passing by.

After a few minutes your heavy crying and shaking slowly subsides and Rhea slightly pulls away to look at you. She cups your cheek, wiping away the tears with her thumb. "Let's get home" she whispers and helps you get up.

Wrapping your hands around her neck you bury your head in her shoulder, still sobbing. Rhea picks you up and you wrap your legs around her waist. She then easily carries you all the way to the car.

Once in the car Rhea softly asks you:"Was that a panic attack?" and you nod. The drive home was silent, your girlfriend kept her hand on you thigh the entire time, stroking it with her thumb or tracing patterns with her fingers to calm you down some more.

About an hour later you're home. It's already 7:30 pm. Rhea offers you the best princess treatment, carring you inside bridal style and running you a hot bath to relax, while cooking your favorite meal.

After eating she helps you undress so you could take your bath. "..can you stay with me? I don't want to be alone right now" you ask her, holding her by her hand as she was about to leave. Rhea turns back around with a warm smile "of course i can baby, I'd do anything for you!" She sits down next to the bath tub, holding your hand.

The room is silent for some time, but it's a comfortable silence. In fact, some of your favorite memories with your girlfriend are moments like these, where you just sit together and cuddle in silence or watch a movie.

"What's going on inside your beautiful, little head right now, hm?" Rhea whispers. She'd been stroking your hand with her thumb for the past few minutes, lost in her thoughts. "I don't know, just been thinking about what happened at the park.." you mumble in response.

"Hey if it's because you think you ruined something then no, you absolutely did not!" Rhea says and turns to look at you. She cups your cheek again and strokes it with her thumb. You lean into her touch and close your eyes. "It's hard to believe although I know you would never lie to me" you finally respond. You then chuckle to yourself, thinking how stupid this must sound to your girlfriend.

Rhea offers you an understanding smile. "Let's get ready for bed. We could turn on your favorite movie, what do you think?" She suggests. You nod, "I'd love that!" You smile back at her. She helps you get up and out of the slippery bath tub before grabbing a towel for you to dry off.

"Be right back" she says and hurries off in the direction of your bedroom.She returns with your favorite fluffy blanket and wraps you in it, including your arms so you can't move any anymore. "Burritobaby" she giggles. She's holding you tight from behind to keep the blanket from falling. "You idiot" you laugh and try to wiggle free. "You don't have a chance against me" Rhea jokes and picks you up, carrying you to the bedroom.

"Hey, you forgot my Pyjamas" you cackle. "Don't need your pjs, they're just another useless layer of fabric on your beautiful body" Rhea states and grins.She drops you on the bed before getting in herself.

"I love you just the way you are, burrito" she mocks you lovingly and kisses your cheek. You finally managed to free your hands and punch her jokingly. You both giggle until Rhea turns to grab the tv remote.

"Can we watch 'Finding Nemo' ?" You ask hopefully. "Sure we can" Rhea shrugs. "If it helps you then I'm open for anything" she smirks and kisses you softly.

The movie begins and your partner holds her arms open for you to snuggle up to her. It doesn't take you long to fall asleep in her comfortable embrace that makes you feel so safe and at peace.

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It's about half past two in the morning as you wake up from a bad nightmare. You're crying, shaking, but you didn't dare to wake your girlfriend. She was in desperate need of sleep due to travelling so much in her businesses and watching her lay there so peacefully, you didn't want to take that from her.

Trying to muffle your cries you press your hand over your mouth as you sneak into the bathroom. You're feeling uncomfortable still being naked so you quickly grab your pajamas and put them on. They're just shorts and a t-shirt but better than nothing.

Giving the door behind you a little push in order to close it, you walk over to the sink. Your vision is blurry and you're so focused on being quiet that you don't notice the door not fully closing.

You hastily open the first drawer. With shaking hands you look for the extra blades of your razor. There not there. *shit where did I put them??* your mind is racing. You're panicking. "Fuck!" You cry out and immediately curse yourself afterwards for not keeping quiet. *Great, now I woke Rhea* you think.

Opening the second drawer you don't even bother too much anymore with being quiet, thinking your girlfriend is awake now anyway. Rubbing the back of your hand across your eyes you manage to wipe away some tears to get a clearer vision.

Finding the blades you were looking for you try to take one out quickly, but struggle with your shaking hands. You finally get one out and start using it to cut your upper thigh. You're hoping for some kind of relief from all these bad feelings and thoughts and in the past it worked, but only for a few minutes.

Rhea knew about your past, and now you remember the promise you gave her. You promised her to try and talk to her first before taking matters into your own hands.You only cry harder, now that you know you broke your promise.

You didn't deserve her. She didn't deserve you, she deserved someone that she could do anything with, someone that would keep their promises and would be able to focus more on her instead of always being afraid of their own actions. Your mind fools you, just making it worse and worse.

You're kneeling on the floor, blood and tears streaming down your face and thighs and staining the rug in front of the sink. You're crying so hard you don't notice the person standing in the doorway.

Rhea was shocked to see you like this, she never once thought that the ride in the horror roller coaster would traumatise you so much. "Y/n?" She whispers and you flinch in surprise.

"God baby why didn't you wake me? We could have talked, I could have helped you" her voice is full of sorrow. She was blaming herself. Rhea slowly makes her way over to you, wanting to kneel besides you, hug you, take the blade from you. Anything to stop you from hurting yourself.

"Go away" you sob and your hand that's holding the blade begins to shake again as it's gripping it so hard. "Y/n, baby.." Rhea mumbles and reaches out to touch your shoulder.

"Go away, don't touch me" you repeat quietly. But Rhea doesn't hear you, or she does but decides to ignore it. Her fingers slightly graze you skin at that's when everything get's too much.

"I SAID DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME RHEA!" you yell at her and jump up. Your girlfriend looks at you, mouth agape and eyes wide with shock. You never screamed at her before, not like that.

She slowly gets to her feet and tries to reach out to you once again. "Y/n hey, let's talk about this. I'm sure we can-" but you cut her off.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" You yell and throw the next best thing you could grab at her. A bar of soap that was lying on the sink. Rhea stumbles back but it hits her right above her left eye. Tears form in her eyes. She's crying.

You break down again. What have you done. You're sure you've lost her now, surely she's gonna leave you after this. "I- I'm so sorry! I- I just can't handle this anymore I don't know what to do" you cry out.

"Come here" Rhea whispers sobbing. You hesitate a moment but then agree and take a small step towards her. A sigh of relief leaves Rhea's lips and she immediately rushes towards you and hugs you tight. You accept it and even hug her back.

You're standing there for at least a few minutes, just holding onto each other and sobbing. "It's okay darling, it's okay I've got you, I'll always be here for you!" Rhea whispers against your skin in the crook of your neck.

"I love you so much!" You sob in her shirt and cling onto her even tighter. "I love you too!" She murmurs back and kisses your neck. "And as much as I hate to let go of you now but we need to clean those wounds" she sighs.

You grumble, but you know it's necessary. You've already stained most of the small rug and since it's a white one it'll probably never wash out again. You slowly let go of each other.

"Sit down on the edge of the bath tub okay? I'll take care of you" Rhea says and let her hand glide down your arm as she turns to get her first aid kit. You do as she tells you to and wait patiently.

It's embarrassing, but on the other hand you truly feel safe and taken care of now. You feel loved but also guilty.

Your girlfriend stops the bleeding, disinfects everything and then bandages you. "You better now?" She asks with a warm smile. You smile back at her and nod. "Thank you! I really don't know what I'd do without you. Probably wouldn't even be here anymore.." you mumble the last part but she still hears you.

"Well, I'm glad you're here and many more surely are too!" She tries to convince you. You only nod again, keeping your eyes locked on the ground. "It's 4am now" Rhea says with a look at the watch. "We should get back to bed". She takes your hand and you stand up sighing.

Back in bed you snuggle really close to her, loving the warmth and the feeling of her skin against yours. "Thanks for making me feel loved" you whisper. "I'll do my best to keep that feeling" she replies and although neither of you can see it, you both fall back asleep with a smile on your face.

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Alright, got a new oneshot done. Hope you enjoy :D

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eldritch-ambrosia · 4 months

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“What?” Merlin finally asks, his voice dripping with annoyance from across the king’s chambers.

Arthur fumbles with his parchments, averting his gaze and raising his eyebrow at a page that was most certainly not upside down, heat rushing to his cheeks,

“Hm?”

“Arthur!” He says warningly.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well then, stop watching me!” Merlin rolls his eyes, leaning back down to grab for the sponge he had thrown in his frustration. “I’m doing my job, aren’t I?”

Arthur scoffs. “I’m not-”

“I can feel your eyes burning into the back of my skull, you prick.”

He wavers.

“I’m just… thinking.”

“Oh well don’t hurt yourself,” Merlin grumbles, scrubbing a particular part of the chamber floor harder. A wine stain that they both know won’t come off clean, from years prior, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. Trying to clean or trying to annoy Arthur though, he couldn’t really be sure.

He finally sighs, tossing the sponge back into the bucket, and stretching out his back. “What are you thinking about?”

He considers not answering. He’s the king, he can demand anything he wants from his servants, including leaving him the hell alone. Though that didn’t usually seem to work with Merlin and there were some conversations he couldn’t avoid forever.

“Why didn’t you accept the position on the council?”

Merlin turns to him fully now, head tilted in confusion. “What?”

“You could be in your own chambers right now. Large, lavish chambers,” he emphasizes, placing his parchment back down. “Dining and drinking wine and preparing for bed. Instead of… this.”

“My knees are getting a bit worn for this part, to be honest.” He says, standing and curving his back slightly, the crack of his bones echoing awkwardly through the chamber. “But I couldn’t do that to whatever poor fool would end up getting this job instead. I wouldn’t want to punish someone with your dirty socks and poor habits.”

“Hey-!”

“And then who would help Gaius? I am still his assistant, even if you seem to forget that. You’re telling me that you want Gaius to train someone entirely new to take over after him?” He crosses his arms, tutting disappointedly. “I didn’t know you could be so cruel.”

“Shut up, Merlin.” Arthur rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair. It was just like him to throw off a serious question about himself with some long winded complaining or stabbing at Arthur’s character.

Now, though, he knew why.

Merlin shrugs, drying off his hands with a spare cloth, his eyes scanning the room. He always did this before it was time to get Arthur ready for bed, a final once over of a job mostly well done.

“You asked.”

“Because I wanted an honest answer. Not your usual prattle.”

“I am being honest.” Merlin insists, though his voice wavers.

Sighing, Arthur finally pushes forward. “Is it because you want to stay by my side? Because you and I can’t be parted?”

“What?” His head jerks, his knuckles gripping the cloth tighter.

“If that is the reason, we can still be together when you’re a council member! Hell, you’ll be a nobleman so you can stay near me without having to serve. Get off your feet for a while.”

“You’re talking nonsense, Arthur.”

“I know, Merlin.” He says gently, standing. “I know.”

Merlin’s eyes are wide as he swallows hard, and Arthur is sure he can see him shaking. “I don’t-” His voice cracks. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“It’s okay,” Arthur says, approaching his servant as if he were an anxious cat and not his closest friend. “I heard you and Lancelot talking in the training room a few weeks ago.”

He considers what Arthur’s said, his eyes darting back and forth before they settle on the king. “And you’re just… fine with it?”

“Well, I wouldn’t exactly say fine with it. I wish you’d have told me, at the very least.” He stops, only a few feet in front of the other man. “But, I suppose, yes. I’ve thought a lot about it and I don’t think we should be parted either.”

“Really?” He asks, blinking owlishly.

Arthur nods, reaching a hand out to his shoulder. “I want you by my side, Merlin. Whether that’s as my servant or as my advisor, you will always be the person I turn to first.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly, though his eyes are still shining. “I don’t want you to do this just because you feel bad. And what would the other advisors say? And the knights?”

“They’ll have to go through me then. And I don’t think making an enemy of the King of Camelot will really go well for them. Do you?”

“An enemy?” Merlin smiles and Arthur feels his whole body sigh in relief. “Do you really mean that?”

“I do.” A pause hangs between them, a familiar and comfortable silence. Merlin brings his hand up to Arthur’s, gently holding onto where the king’s hand rests on his shoulder, and Arthur can’t help but think that to stay here, in this moment, would bring him utter peace.

He’d never admit that, not to Merlin, or anyone else for that matter, but he could accept it for himself and that would be enough.

“Is, um, there anything I have to do to… move forward?”

“For your job, not at all. I’ll take care of everything.” Merlin nods, grinning softly. “But for us, can you tell me? I don’t want to know just from overhearing you and Lancelot. I want you to tell me the truth. Please.”

Merlin’s grin widens, his grasp on Arthur’s wrist tightening. “Okay. Let me just…” And he leans forward, tilting his head down ever so slightly, pressing his lips to a startled Arthur’s.

The king freezes, heat rushing to his face, and he can feel his chest tightening as Merlin pulls back.

“I love you,” Merlin murmurs in the air between them and Arthur can see it in his eyes. Which means that Merlin can see the absolute shock in his in return. Merlin’s face falls. “What?”

“You… what?”

“I… You said you knew!” Merlin accuses, attempting to pull back but Arthur’s grip on his shoulder tightens. “You shouldn’t be… I mean, you know that! Obviously, you know that, right? Why else would you have said all that?”

Arthur’s red in the face, sputtering and feeling like an absolute idiot. “I know about your magic, Merlin! I had no idea-”

“My what?!”

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I know it's been done before but I'm a sucker for this trope. The only way I'm okay with miscommunication. Whatever you think happens next, it absolutely does :)

Hoping to write more Merlin blurbs to motivate me to finish my multichapter fics because writer's block is a bitch.

#bbc merlin #bbc merthur #merlin #merthur #arthur pendragon #fanfiction #writing #my writing #blurb #writing blurb #writing prompt #I spent the last hour of my birthday writing Merthur #seems on brand #also i had to stop in the middle because I kept thinking about Gwaine lol #writing practice #Merlin goes through an absolute rollercoaster of emotions during this

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youchangedmedestiel · 7 days

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It's been a while (months) since I haven't read a long fic, today I had time so I read psalm 40:2 and now. NOW, I'm fucking destroyed. A well spent Sunday afternoon and evening.

Fortunately, against all odds (but not that much), Cockles is there to heal my heart and make me smile again before going to bed.

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gloomysoup · 8 months

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so i quite possibly maybe might've almost died at work today... but that's neither here nor there. have another snippet of steddie (w much angst) while i process my new trauma over the next several hours :D

Her lips pursed as she watched. It was Nancy’s thinking face. It was a face she made when she was trying to figure out what to say. Like she was hiding something.

Why was everyone hiding something from him? What were they hiding?

“What?” he asked. “Why the fuck is everyone lying to me?” Nancy looked back, alarm clear in her wide eyes. “All week, you've all been hiding things. Lying. Not telling me something. I wanna know what the fuck everyone’s problem is!”

Eddie knew other eyes were on them the louder his voice got. He couldn't help it, though. He was so sick of all the lying. These people were supposed to be his friends. His family. What the fuck did he do?

“Eddie-”

“No, Nancy, just tell me what the fuck is going on!” He threw his hands up in exasperation. “I'm sick of all the lies and the sneaking around! Just fucking tell me the truth!”

“I can't-”

“Oh, you can't? Just like Wayne can't tell me anything? Like no one in this fucking place could tell me anything all fucking week? You can't?”

“No. I can't.”

“You're all so un-fucking-believable!” Eddie yelled. He knew he had caught the attention of everyone in the yard. He could feel Wayne’s stare. He knew Steve was looking at them too. He had a brief moment where he remembered there were children present– maybe he shouldn't have been cursing so loudly– but he really didn't care that much. He was pissed and frustrated. He couldn't figure out why everyone was acting like this. It's not like he had left Steve to-

Oh, fuck.

There's no way.

His face fell. All of the anger temporarily left his body. His eyes darted over to the pups, and it all made sense. He could see how much they looked like him. How they were with Wayne. Why Wayne was so close to Steve and his pups. The pieces were slotting together in his mind. For a fleeting moment, he felt such intense shame. He had left. He had left and barely said anything to Steve. He had left Steve to raise their pups all on his own. He was no better than his own parents; his dad fucking off whenever he felt like it, not returning for days or weeks at a time, or whenever his mom dropped him off at Wayne’s and disappeared for a few days. Like his mom leaving for good when Eddie was nine, and his dad told him she was dead. It was years before he found out that she had been alive that whole time, and only died a few weeks before.

Then he realized something else, and the anger started to set back in again. Eddie hadn't known. They all knew, and no one told him. Wayne had known. Not one person standing in that backyard had told Eddie he had pups. Pups he would have loved and cared for in a heartbeat. They had all lied to him. Kept his own pups from him. Eddie hadn't even known.

He frowned and looked at Nancy. “They're mine, aren't they?” he asked slowly, fighting to keep his voice as even as possible. He watched Nancy shoot a panicked look at Steve, and that was all the confirmation he needed. His efforts not to explode were thrown right out the window. “You all hid my own fucking kids from me? Seriously? How the fuck could you do that me?”

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justporo · 8 months

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A Night of Song and Laughter (Big Part 9!)

So, this is it - the main idea I had in mind when starting this story. You might've noticed it has taken me eight parts to get there, but yeah... There's just so much to explore. This is a really long part and I really poured my heart into this one and finished it in the middle of the night. So I really really hope you will love it (trying hard not to be desperate here, tbh). It's really quite a lot of romance for this part - Astarion deserves it and Tav too. There's seductive music casting a spell, Tav and Astarion dance, their hearts might feel closer than they've ever felt before - but they might be changed when they stop spinning around each other.

You can read this and the parts after it on AO3!

This was the song that inspired the idea: Satyros - Faun And the song that gave me the right mood for the end (only vibes, not the lyrics): Viva La Vida - Coldplay And just for the hell of it, take one of my all time favourite love songs: Muse - Neutron Star Collision

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Phew, here we go - hope you'll enjoy!

(Gif from here!)

After that you all turned into a giggling mess from there on out. All the liquor you’d drunk was really making you light-headed. Even Astarion seemed a bit out of it even though you weren’t even sure if vampires could get drunk. But frankly – you really didn’t care.

You’d taken to tell Astarion about some of your collective memories of your adventures as thieves – but only ones that made you scream laughing when you thought about them. Like the time Eodin (“this goddamn prick”, Daegin offered) had hidden in someone’s closet and had only gotten off the hook as a thief because he had pretended to be the lover of the lady of the house – who had been 80 years old, seemingly senile and almost blind. Or the time Daegin and Lira had posed as a noble couple at a party to get to their target although they were the most terrible actors Faerun had ever seen and the dwarf didn’t seem to be able to shake the terrible practiced accent after that for months!

Astarion laughed openly at all your silly stories, asked questions about details, enjoying himself so much making friends with Lira and Daegin that your heart felt like it might burst any second. After another story about how Miyena (“Bitch”, Lira whispered, getting praised by Astarion for her efforts) had almost burned all her hair and her eyebrows off in a failed attempt to use explosives to get into a vault, you were just done wiping tears from your eyes while trying to avoid dying from laughter again, Astarion asked: “Now, come on, my friends, there must be a story about Tav completely embarrassing herself. I truly can’t believe she would never get herself into trouble. At least from my short time of enjoying her company my experience is that you can’t leave her for half an hour before she’ll run off to save some puppy or getting herself thrown into the deep end – always ending up in dire need of saving.” You pinched his side to which he reacted with a dramatic yelp. “You’re one to talk. Like it wasn’t always you having your hands in someone’s pocket who looked at you funny, trying to steal from then and then getting caught”, you spat back at him and stuck your tongue out at him making fart noises. Astarion grabbed your nose and softly shook your face. “Not you trying to sneak up on someone and knocking over the tallest candelabra around!”, he countered, his silly act making you break into giggles again. You pinched one of his pointy ears so he’d let go of your nose.

“Alright, you silly geese, rear it in”, Daegin began, rolling his eyes at the two of you. “There actually is a story.” “Oh, colour me intrigued!”, Astarion exclaimed and turned his attention towards the dwarf.

You drew your brows together because you actually had no memory of what that story could be. Then the dwarf began telling the story while Lira was already giggling: “One time, we actually hadn’t gotten lucky enough to talk ourselves out of a hairy situation. We were actually captured by the city guard and thrown into a cell, awaiting trial the next day. And we were all really panicking because we were sure that – for once – we’d all run out of luck. But” – and here he threw you a secretive glance – “Tav had a genius plan to get us out of there.” The dwarf kept smirking at you and that was, when you remembered how that story went down. Oh shit – just to be prepared you grabbed the almost empty bottle of liquor and poured yourself another generous shot. Astarion leaned back as if to signify how taken aback and interested he was in how the story would continue.

“The one thing we were actually lucky about, was, that we were guarded by a greenhorn. And so, Tav ruffled her hair a little bit, opened up the front of her shirt a little and went to press herself against the bars of the prison cell and started cooing at this boy guard. Telling him that she was actually a nymph, only captured by accident and promising him that she would gift him the most unforgettable night of his life if he let her and us others free.” You buried your face in your hands but this bastard elf grabbed your hands and held them tightly while already starting to laugh. “Don’t you dare cover your face, darling, I need to see your face for this”, Astarion laughed and raised his eyebrow at you – and was that a glint of mischief in his eyes? You were basically burning up with shame in the meantime.

Daegin continued: “Well, the boy was hesitant at first saying how he couldn’t do that since he was only a cadet and stuff but Tav layed it on so thick, sweet-talking him, telling him in incredible detail what she would do to him if only he let us free.” You tried to bury your face in your hands again, now remembering the whole scene in incredible detail as well. But Astarion just shook his head and pulled you close to his chest while holding your hands in his iron grip and raising his eyebrows at Daegin in anticipation.

“So, he finally let us free”, the dwarf continued ignoring you struggling with Astarion so he would just let you sink in the ground “and he made big happy puppy eyes at her when she was standing in front of him – absolutely bewitched by her. And Tav”, now Daegin started struggling with holding it together “just stepped close to him and told him to close his eyes to which he happily obliged and then”, Daegin and Lira could barely stop chuckeling, you winced “she kicked him so hard in the balls you could hear him howl through half the city probably. And dare I say it probably was the end for this young man’s family plans.” Lira started howling with laughter, Daegin had to bury his face in his hands and you could feel Astarion’s chest shake with hearty laughter. And then you couldn’t help but join in, your body shaking with fits of laughter although you couldn’t quite tell if it weren’t sobs after all. You felt delirious from the alcohol, from actually being alive and being so lucky to make memories with your friends again and of course with him – this elven vampire that might just had gone as insane as your two other friends.

“Oh, my little siren”, Astarion laughed while finally letting go of your wrists “please, never do that to me!” He kept chuckling: “If you ever feel the need to kick me in the balls, please just do it fair and square.” He lost it once more, his head lolling back while laughing. You didn’t think you ever saw him this relaxed before – never had he opened that much before with anyone else but you.

You hugged him and pursed your lips while everyone’s laughter was slowly reclining. “Don’t worry, darling, I will”, you promised him sweetly but mischievously to which he put a finger under your chin to make you meet his gaze. His chest was still shaking with silent laughter. You thought he was about to say something, but he just shook his head, kissed your forehead, and then leaned his own forehead to it.

You kept hugging him while the other two of your band of thieves recalled even more stories. Breathing deeply you could feel yourself getting a little tired. Your vampire rubbed circles on your back, listening to your companion’s stories but sometimes throwing a caring glance at you to check if you were still alright. He could seriously be so thoughtful and sweet – you’d never would have thought when he’d first held a knife at your throat upon meeting you.

As you were just resting your eyes a bit while leaning onto Astarion you heard a soft, seductive melody drifting up from downstairs. Single notes plucked on a lute, a deep, pleasant voice humming to it. It should have been impossible to make this out over the crowd, all the chatter and laughter, over couples snickering in the dark corners of the tavern, glasses and goblets being clinked, between threats being made and dice being rolled. But you heard it. The melody enchanting you and reminding you of more memories that had been buried deep down in your mind.

You untangled yourself from Astarion and slowly walked through the crowd to the railing of the gallery, ignoring your soulmate's and friends' questioning looks. You looked down at the band of elves. The drow bard had his head thrown back, his eyes closed while plucking on his lute and humming. You could see the sheen of sweat on his face and body – he was shirtless now. He was softly swaying from side to side while continuing his tune, his brows drawing together seemingly concentrating hard on his task. The female bard had put down her violin for the moment, putting her hands on his bare body from behind, openly touching him everywhere, her eyes also closed. Were they simply two artists bound by the magic of the moment or eternal, unyielding lovers? Who knew? The rest of their band just seemed as enchanted: slowly, almost silently playing their instruments.

It was like a spell started to work its sly magic on the crowd – not imprisoning it nor silencing it but making everyone hearing this wistful melody sway with its highs and lows. You felt your heart react to the song. You knew it, you’d heard it once before and had never forgotten about it – and you knew exactly what was about to happen. Your hands gripped the wood of the railing hard, your heart beating with anticipation.

Astarion stared at your back while you watched the band. He thought the song started to sound familiar – wasn’t it… elven? His brows furrowed, there was something about the tune but it was evading his mind. His eyes flicked from the back of your head to your two friends. Daegin seemed oblivious to what was happening around him, not yet captured by the spell that was being woven around everyone else. But Lira was looking at the vampire, a knowing glint in her eyes. “If I’m right about what’s happening, you’ll be in for the surprise of your life, Astarion.” His brows furrowed even more deeply. Where did he remember this tune from? It seemed impossible to wrap his head around it. Could it be… he read and heard about it from legends? He turned back to where you were still standing at the rim of the gallery.

You knew exactly what was going on and what would happen. You had seen it happen once already in your life, in what had felt a lifetime ago and on an entirely different plane of existence. Your hands clawed at the railing still, while the tune started to rise more and more.

Finally, the drow opened his eyes again, breathing deeply. He threw a soft, longing glance at his partner who continued to hug her body to his and letting her hands wander over his form. “For this next song”, he then spoke, his somber and seductive voice carrying easily through the space as if it had been amplified by magic “I will need all your help for it is not only a song, but a ritual.” He enunciated every word with care, the crowd hanging on his lips for every word. “An old elven ritual and a trial to test the strength of your earthly bonds – as old as legends, maybe as old as the Gods themselves.” The song became more intoxicating by the second, making your hairs stand on end, as you felt it’s hypnotizing pull.

“To those of you here, tonight, brave enough to undertake the ritual, I say, come and be tried”, the bard spoke, his voice rising and his eyes wandering over the crowd. “And to the rest, I say, make way for those fearless enough to put what they think of as undying love on trial.” While he spoke the last words, the drow’s eyes landed on yours. On his lips was a knowing smile when he looked up at you and you felt a shiver running down your spine. You knew what you had to do. This might just be a show, the drow’s pathos only a party trick and the ambience merely a collective delirium but you could feel somehow that there was more at work. A kind of primal and untamable sort of magic had found its way into this hellhole of a city. And as it was being summoned it demanded to be paid its due.

You threw a glance back at Astarion who looked confused and unsure about what was happening, but your decision was made. And somehow you felt it hadn’t been your choice at all; rather that it had been made for you, long before anything else, by powers beyond your understanding.

The space in front of the stage cleared slowly as being pushed back by invisible hands. You were still looking at Astarion, then mouthed “trust me” at him before you darted for the stairs to make your way to the front of the stage.

Astarion was suddenly very much on edge, the whole situation feeling unbearably and torturingly similar to one not so long ago. Although he could feel that this time around it wasn’t the same deep, dark and threatening magic at work but something much more benevolent, he couldn’t stop the freezing feeling of dread clawing its way up his spine. He started to run after you, when he felt Lira’s hand grab hold of his wrist. Her eyes were shining with anticipation and warmth. “Don’t worry, Astarion. Tav will be fine and so will you – maybe even more so”, the half-elf said ominously and knowingly. Surprisingly your friend’s words and reaction did calm him although they didn’t soothe all of his fear. Lira motioned for Astarion to walk over to the railing and watch what might happen next. The vampire stood at the railing of the gallery impatiently awaiting what would transpire.

The crowd was just as tense with anticipation. You made your way to the round space now cleared in front of the stage. You stepped past the line of the crowd, steeling yourself with a deep breath and throwing another glance over your shoulder to see Astarion stand on the gallery watching you with deep worry in his eyes. Lira was beside him, a hand on his arm in a soothing gesture. On his other side even Daegin had made his way over to watch the spectacle, climbing onto the stool he had moved over. You smiled at your lover, then turned around. Your heart had never been so sure.

With you there had been three others stepping up to take this seemingly ancient test of love: three other women, two elves and one half-elf. Of course, this all had appealed to draw those with elven heritage out of the crowd. The magic in your blood connected the four of you for as far as you might be in any other moment in your lives. The same was true for the elven musicians. The four of you eyed each other, then you looked at the drow bard who had started humming again while waiting for you to come down to the open space. The wood elf bard had picked up her violin again and begun to play slow soft chords on it.

“So, four of you, delightful”, the drow bard spoke, already speeding up the tune on his lute. “Let us begin!”, he exclaimed and threw his head back. And then they began to really play.

The four of you stepped closer to each other. You had only seen and heard the happenings of all this once, but you knew exactly what to do. And so did the others. An ancient form of magic guiding you.

The four of you grabbed each other’s elbows to start and slowly began to dance in a circle – first to your right side, then to the other. You started singing in elvish, not even remotely sure what words it were that left your mouth. Then you let go of each other and started twirling each on your own while singing and clapping your hands.

Slowly, one by one the bards and the rest of the elven musicians took up your chant and so did the crowd. As you turned and turned you could see Astarion whenever he came into your view. His eyes widening with every second, not in fear it seemed but in wonder.

You closed your eyes for a second, while still singing and dancing, magic steadying your feet. Then the first of you four women disappeared into the crowd and returning with a tiefling man in her arms. They twirled together for a few rounds while you others kept dancing and chanting. The pace and volume of the song slowly picking up speed. Then the tiefling man was twirled from his lover’s arms to each of you in turn until he was in his original lover’s arms once more.

That was the point for you and the other two lone dancers to break off into the crowd in search of your own soulmates. You threw a quick glance up to the gallery. You felt all flushed from the hypnotic dance and song. You smirked at Astarion and curled your fingers at him in a “come hither” motion before you sped towards the staircase up to the gallery. Pushing past a very confused Kirin you met Astarion, who had also rushed towards you, halfway up the stairs. He grabbed your face with both his hands, anger, worry, wonder and fear all battling in his eyes. “What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is happening?”, he asked you desperately.

“Showing the whole world and the Gods that our love is unbreakable and that you’ll always belong to me and I to you”, you broke out breathlessly then grabbed his hands from your face and dragged him down the stairs, past a very confused Kirin – again. “Ye goddamn weirdo elves”, he shouted after you but you couldn’t care less right now.

You were the last to return with your partner to the circle of brave dancers. One other had grabbed another male elf and was already dancing and only mere moments before you the half-elf had dragged a human woman with her into the circle. As you entered the circular space you saw that Astarion could suddenly feel the pull as well of whatever it was exactly that was happening. His pupils widened, his mouth opened. You moved in close to him, grabbing his one hand and placing the other on his shoulder while he placed his other hand on the small part of your back pulling you even closer.

A slight moan left his lips when you started to move together. Not only had you never danced together – not that you even knew how to (although Astarion most certainly did) – but this suddenly felt incredibly intimate. The crowd had picked up the elvish chant even more enthusiastically than before. You heard them clapping and stomping which made everything even more ecstatic than before.

“Are you passing me on to the others as well or am I allowed to stay with you?”, Astarion asked breathlessly while twirling you, turning and turning. You let your head fall back for a moment while you laughed and shook your head no. “No, never! Now it is a competition, only one pair is actually chosen”, you explained quickly while taking quick gasps of fresh air in between. “Oh”, Astarion simply mouthed back at you.

You could feel sweat running down your face as you kept moving and turning around in circles at break-neck speed. Not sure how long it was physically possible to keep going without perishing on the spot you noticed how animated the vampire looked in your arms. All his fear was gone now, he had only eyes for you, making you almost forget that you were on display in front of a huge audience right now. If he had been able to flush and sweat you were sure he’d been just as agitated as you but even now it seemed a certain shimmer of liveliness had crept into the vampire’s face and body. Then you heard a scream coming from the crowd – it seemed one of the other couples had fallen. Shortly after you heard another shout of disappointment by the audience.

You concentrated only on Astarion now, on his piercing but soft red eyes, his loving smile, the way the wrinkles around his eyes creased when he laughed with you. How he held you steady against him to make sure you would never fall.

And he saw only you. How your face filled with warmth when you looked at him, how your eyes always openly showed your love for him, how your body felt against his, like you were made solely for him, to hold only you. How you were always the right thing he needed.

In this moment you were both completely sure of each other and each other’s love: that you would always walk by each other’s side and that no matter what might happen in this plane of existence, your souls would always find their way back to each other.

And as you were about to forget completely where you were, the world just rushing by in drifts of colours and snippets of sounds, you heard another scream coming from the crowd. The last other couple had not made it.

Realization only slowly dawned on the two of you. Astarion kept twirling you for a few more rounds but slowing down. When the vampire finally slowed you down completely, he suddenly dipped you impossibly deep down to give you the most pure kiss he’d ever given you, while the female bard dragged out one long and final note on her violin.

The spell was over, the crowd erupted, impossibly loud, stomping and cheering and clapping. People rushed to you to touch you and cheer you. You felt tears stream down your face and laughter bubble up your throat and you saw Astarion felt very much the same. Whatever had happened it had brought you together even closer. As Astarion lifted you up again, eyes blazing with love and passion, you let your eyes wander over the crowd. You saw that the wood elf had her arms around the drow again, standing behind him. And you were pretty sure now they were lovers by the knowing and appreciative smiles and nods they offered you. You saw Daegin and Lira cheer and clap up on the gallery.

Then you looked at Astarion again, tears still leaving wet trails down your face. He leaned in to kiss you again and you let him, wanting to be as close as possible to him.

The crowd broke into jubilant cries once more. But you didn't care, for you, there was only Astarion. And for him, there was only you.

#astarion #astarion x tav #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion x reader #astarion x mc #baldurs gate astarion #astarion x oc #astarion x you #fanfic #fanfiction #astarion ancunin #bg3 spoilers #a night of song and laughter #most romantic shit Ive ever written #this is not the end yet tho #I still have plans to keep you on this rollercoaster ride

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oldfashionedmorphine · 9 months

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Chapter 20…

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“Mike?”

He shivers, goosebumps erupting all over his skin again, and he keeps his eyes drawn upward as he replies, “Yeah?”

There’s hesitation in Will’s voice, “So back then… did… did you… did you ever… like me? Y’know, as more than… more than a best friend should?”

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#words cannot describe the amount of suffering i went through to write this #at one point i wanted to vomit from the emotional overload #idk how yall are gonna react to this… but as the writer who spent hours and hours reworking scenes and struggling #it was quite a rollercoaster #i hope you enjoy it because it’s exactly what i pictured it would be in my head #and this isn’t the end… there’s still a bit more story to tell #but we are nearing the end #iawwyh #byler fanfic #byler fanfiction

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wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart · 1 month

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Weekend recommendations

This weekend I want to recommend a fic from my collection The brightest stars.

This is one of the fic that has cost me the most tears, and that's a compliment. I'm an emotional reader and writer, and an old sap, but Afterlife by @knightjane is something special. It's so much HURT/COMFORT and the emotional rollercoaster is quite the ride. It also contains a few good surprising twists and that's something I love.

I recommend having a box of tissues ready before reading this and to be prepared to enjoy ALL the obikin emotional drama.

#weekend recommendations #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #fanfiction #fan fic rec #fic recs #recommendations #star wars fan fic #star wars #fanfic #hurt/comfort #emotional rollercoaster

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disgracedghostprincess · 10 months

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I DREW FANART OF @koolaidashley FANFIC “we’ll go from there” ON AO3 PLZ GO READ IT I LOVE IT SM AHSJSHSJDJDJD

also wanna thank you for making this wonderful fanfic I loved reading it till the very end and it’s just *chefs kiss* 10/10

Link to their fanfic is right here

#Leo and usagi are so cute #I love this fanfic and this au sm #broooo this fanfic is a rollercoaster #it’s so good #also love ur art Ashley #rottmnt #save rottmnt #tmnt au #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt art

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lauronk · 1 month

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the next bthb is….definitely coming along 😅

and it totally won’t be painful 😅

#bad things happen bingo #cradling someone in their arms #this one is a rollercoaster #during The Estrangement #just pulling out all the feels #and i make no apologies for it #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #joel and ellie

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monsieur-kazzle-dazzle · 8 months

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For the Zutara prompt:

Riding a rollercoaster for the first time.

“Come on, Zuko, it’ll be fun!” she called after him, running towards the machine. He hesitated.

“I don’t know Katara, are you sure it's safe?” he eyed the strange contraption suspiciously. Katara rested a hand on his arm.

“Don’t feel any pressure to go. You can always wait here and watch our things if you really don’t want to go on it. But I’m sure it's safe, or they wouldn’t be allowed to put it up.” he opened his mouth to answer, when he was nearly knocked over by Aang and Sokka who were wasting no time getting in line.

“This’ll be just like Omashu!” They could hear Sokka exclaiming excitedly as they hurried to get a good seat. Toph sauntered up, making a show of looking between the two of them in mock curiosity.

“Sparky, don’t tell me you’re scared?” Zuko sighed.

“I’m not scared, I just-” Toph cut him off, lowering her voice to an oddly accurate imitation of his voice.

“Oh I forgot,” she rasped. “Dying on a whatchamacallit,”

“A rollercoaster?” Katara offered, quirking her lip in that way that always made him soften. Toph nodded.

“Yeah that thing.” She resumed her Zuko impression. “Dying on a rollercoaster has no honour! I must die with honour!”

“Very funny.” Zuko shook his head, smiling. “I’ll go on it, but we’re sitting as close to Aang as possible.” Katara chuckled slightly, squeezing the hand he’d slipped into hers. They began walking towards the coaster.

“Aren't you coming, Toph?” Katara asked, turning to see the younger girl kicking it back in what was practically a throne made of earth.

“Nah, are you crazy? I don’t wanna die! Even with my metalbending, I’m staying right here, where I can see.” Zuko facepalmed, and Katara laughed gently.

“C’mon guys! It's about to start!” Aang called from the front of the coaster where he and Sokka were sitting, eagerly awaiting the start of the ride. Grumbling loudly, Zuko allowed himself to be dragged by the hand to the last two available seats, right in the middle. As the ride began, Katara slipped her hand into his, and he squeezed it gratefully, scowling down at where Toph and Momo relaxed in identical stone thrones. The ride unexpectedly jolted into action, causing Zuko to let out an involuntary gasp. Katara giggled as the coaster began its climb.

“You’re adorable.” she laughed, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “If we fall, I have enough water to ice-slide us back down to the ground. And who knows? Maybe Toph would catch us.” She seemed to notice his worried face, and hastily added “Not that I think we’re going to fall. Listen, Zuko. I’m so sure this is safe that if we do fall or something goes wrong I’ll eat an entire pouch of your fire flakes. That's how sure I am.” Zuko laughed, clutching her hand even tighter as the roller coaster neared the top of the track.

“You and your weak little taste buds,” he teased, and she laughed.

“It's not my fault you hotheads over in the fire nation like to put so much spice in your food that smoke comes out of your ears!” she retorted, nudging him in the side. He opened his mouth to respond, when all of a sudden the coaster reached the top of the hill and began speeding up and down the track with what Zuko considered not enough regard to gravity. He swore, gripping Katara’s hand so hard he could hear the waterbender beside him gasp slightly. He loosened his grip, mumbling an apology as the ride began its slow ascent to the second and final loop of the ride. She squeezed his hand back, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “That bad?” she asked, peering over at him with a slightly guilty look in her eye. He shook his head.

“No, I think I may have overreacted slightly.” he admitted sheepishly. “It really isn't much different from riding Appa when he’s tired.” Katara laughed, and Zuko felt a familiar fluttering in his stomach, which was quickly replaced by a large swooping feeling as they hurtled down the track. Zuko forced himself to open his eyes, allowing himself to appreciate the view. The rest of the festivities in the surrounding town, Toph and Momo surrounded by small children, Sokka and Aang up at the front with their arms in the air, and finally, Katara beside him, her hair billowing behind them as she whooped. He enjoyed the second loop much better, once he’d gotten over his initial skepticism. That didn’t stop his legs from shaking as he stepped off the ride, or the rush of relief he felt as his feet made contact with the ground. “That was actually kind of fun.” he admitted to Katara as they made their way towards Toph and the small crowd she’d somehow drawn.

“Does that mean you wanna go again?” Katara laughed, as he shook his head firmly.

“Absolutely not. Never again.” Zuko chuckled, leaning down to steal a quick kiss.

#zutara #zuko #katara #zuko x katara #avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar #zutara fanfiction #rollercoaster #fanfiction #fanfics #fic #toph beifong #sokka #momo atla #aang #hope you enjoyed!

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archoniluthradanar · 1 year

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Riding the Scream Machine with the Volturi masters

In response to a request by @earthlybeam

Every Spring, a traveling carnival would put up camp in the city. People from around the area would go there to eat, play games, and attempt the rides. You are excited to find out there is such a thing here in Volterra. You ask the masters to take you there to experience what the fun side of humanity can be like. Caius scoffs as he thinks its a ridiculous idea, but you challenge him.

"There might be rides there that test one's endurance. Are you afraid?" you ask, peering at him with a slight smirk on your face.

He scowls at you. "You should know better than that, little human. A challenge to me is an easy way to get hurt."

You smile and play with his collar. "You wouldn't hurt me, Caius. You would do anything to protect me." You run your fingertips over his cheek. He grabs your hand and holds it up to his face, biting your thumb gently. "Yes, I would," he says with darkened eyes.

"Then ride the coaster with me?" you ask, giving the blonde vampire a puppy-eyes look.

Aro overhears you both. "What about us, cara? Marcus and I would like to try this coaster you speak of. Do you doubt we could protect you?"

You think a moment and say, "All right, we'll ride the coaster 3 times, one time for each you to ride with me. Agreed?" You wonder if you've gotten yourself in too deep. Three times on the coaster. No food for me, you think.

When you reach the park, you wander the area with the three masters clustered around you. Then you see it. The coaster stands before you, tall and majestic...and scary when you hear riders screaming their lungs out.

Sensing your emotions, Caius places his hands on your shoulders. "Who's scared now?" he teases you.

"All right, Caius and I will go first. You two wait here," you tell Aro and Marcus. You give them both a kiss on the cheek. "Just in case."

You purchase six tickets altogether at the ticket kiosk and grab Caius' hand, heading for the back of the short line.

The train of cars begin the uphill climb on the creaking railing. Too bad this wasn't a more modern ride, with metal railings and seat guards that held the body in. You only had Caius to hang on to.

As the car rides slowly up the incline, Caius huffs. "This is boring. Why did you tell me it would be fear-inducing?"

"Wait until we reach the top. Do you know what's on the other side?" you ask, one brow raised.

"No, what is it?"

Before you have the chance to tell him, the cars reach the apex, there they remain for a few seconds, then fall downward at a great speed, taking your breathe away. You grab Caius' shirt, screaming into his chest. At first, the vampire is surprised by the momentum of the cars, but a smile breaks out on his face. He looks down at you, eyes closed, and cowering into his cold hard body.

"This is wonderful," he cries out over the noise. He puts an arm around you, and with his other hand, tips your chin up. "Watch, you coward!" He laughs the entire ride, until you finally open your eyes and look over at him. Seeing his joy at such a simple human experience makes you laugh too. For the rest of the ride, you cling to Caius while he holds you close.

When the ride ends, Aro pushes in front of Marcus to climb into the seat Caius has just vacated. "My turn," he says in sing-song voice.

Once the car starts the uphill climb, you hug Aro, hoping he understands your fear. With his gift, he should. Once the cars reach the top, you wait for what comes next, and scream all the way down. You hear Aro cackle like a loon, obviously enjoying the ride. While he holds your hand, he finally sees your fear, and understands. His arm moves around you and holds onto you tightly. But while the cars careen around the twists and turns, he lets you go and raises his arms up as he sees others around you do, still cackling.

You still hold onto his body beneath his raised arms, upset he would let you go. Finally the ride is over. You are about to leave the car before Aro, letting him know you're not happy with him.

You take Marcus' hand in yours and enter another car, sitting next to the tall master. "Aro let me go, Marcus. I was so scared."

He smiles reassuringly and wraps an arm around you. "I will not let you go, little one. But it did seem Aro was having fun. Wasn't that the reason for bringing us here?"

You feel badly since you know Marcus is right. You'll apologise to Aro later. For now, the cars are moving up the incline again. You're just glad there are no more masters to ride with.

Once the car reaches the top, you look over at Marcus, whose grim expression makes you wonder if he is going to like this. The cars head downward, you unable to keep from screaming. You feel Marcus' arm tighten around you while the car you're in jerks against the turns. You peek up at Marcus, who is still not smiling. You just hope he isn't angry at forcing him to join you, then you bury your face in his jacket.

The ride is finally over, and you hop out, a little dizzy by now. Marcus climbs out and grabs you when he sees you swaying.

Marcus' face breaks out in a broad smile, and he lifts you up in his strong arms, bringing you flush to his body. He kisses you and swings you around before setting you down. He quietly thanks you for the ride and takes your hand, joining his two brothers as you all leave the park.

#aro volturi #marcus volturi #caius volturi #aro volturi x reader #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #rollercoasters #the volturi #volturi fanfiction #Summer fun

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