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when the lights go down (maven calore x reader)

cw: nightmares, hurt/comfort

a/n: this is my first ever fanfiction i think, originally posted on ao3

I got up, gasping for air, not being able to see clearly. The room spun in front of my eyes making me sick to the stomach. I desperatly needed to puke.

I was almost used to it by now. Waking up in sweat with fear that just behing my closed bedroom doors death is waiting. That's what years of terror did to a person. War was cruel and had no mercy towards anyone.

I brought shaky hands to my wet face- from sweat but now burning tears slid down my cheeks as i let out quiet sobs. It was so stupid but understandable at the same time. In front of my eyes—it was so real i couldn't breathe sometimes— i was losing everyone i loved all over again. Everyone i cared about on the verge of death. I saw him, barely breathing, silver blood sliding down his neck—dying—and i just stood there, not being able to do anything.

I had never even admitted that to him- my feelings or the nightmares because i knew his mother took all of it from him. He wouldn't understand so it was all pointless.

The memory, not real, and it will never be real, i swore to myself, made my chest hurt, i started sobbing even harder this time.

And it was desperation or need for comfort that made me get out of that haunted place i called my bedroom and walk out the door.

The marble floors were cold underneath my bare feet as i walked slowly still with tears in my eyes.

The palace was huge and anyone could get lost in it, even me, but there was one path i always knew- towards him. Maven's chambers stood out to the rest of the palace, at least to me. Anytime i was with him i felt as if no one could hurt me. Like i was safe from the rest of the world. In his head we probably weren't that close, but i could comfort myself by pretending.

I was still convinced this was one big mistake, but now that i found myself in front of big doors that led to his private rooms, i couldn't go back. Maybe he will toss me out, laugh at how weak i am, after all we lived through the same experience.

I didn't care. All i wanted is to at least see his face or hear his voice, no matter what he was saying to me. So i knocked once and secretly prayed that he wouldn't hear me. If he doesn't open i will have to suffer alone for the rest of the night, afraid to close my eyes. It was familiar to me that my sleep was cursed by nightmares. It would be easier than to appear weak in his eyes.

But no one heard my prayers as he opened the large woden doors. I tried to wipe my tears as much as i could.

His eyes were still half closed, soft white shirt crinkled from sleep and hair rustled. He didn't seem very happy that someone woke him up. He looked so unfamiliar to me in that moment because i was so used to his organized-put together self. If i hadn't been so miserable i would even laugh.

At the sight of me it was like someone had sobered him up.

"What are you doing here?"

"I couldn't sleep." My voice was weak. It was the longest explanation i could give him.

After studying m for a moment Maven crooked his head, "Are you okay?" He spoke gently, like i was some wounded animal that needed his saving. And in some way, i really was.The look on his face made me know that he was aware of my cursed dreams

That was it, i thought, my breaking point. Something really cracked in my chest as i practically threw myself at him.

He was caught off guard he froze for a moment. I didn't care if he's going to mock me for the rest of my excistance for this, i needed it, needed him.

Few seconds passed and he relaxed a bit wrapping his slender but strong arms around me. Then i started sobbing into his chest.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He whispered into my hair, "What happened?"

He closed the door behind me and guided me to the edge of his bed. I sat down and he kneeled beside me, looking up with his blue eyes, searching for the answer.

"I watched you die," my voice cracked mid-sentance making it sound even more painful. And when he realized what i said his eyes grew wide. I wasn't sure what was going through his head now, but i still continued, "I watched you die, and i wasn't able to do anything—"

Now was my time to feel caught off guard as he took me into his arms. I never saw Maven hug another human being, but he should do it more often because now, he held me so i don't break.

"I am alive," his hand brushed the back of my head, "I am alive because of you, don't ever doubt that." His words made me sob harder into his chest.

His scent consumed me as i closed my eyes against him.

Maven never broke the hug and we sat there, in the dark of his room, until i parted us and looked at his beautiful, beautiful face.

"I hate nightmares," i said after minutes of silence. "Sometimes, i wish your mother took them from me too."

He frowned at that, still holding my hands, "She took my nightmares, yes, but with them she robbed me of my ability to love, to care."

His fingers traced invisible patterns on the back of my hand. He wasn't looking at me. "Sometimes, you make me forget that." And i felt as if my heart was beating again.

I didn't know what to do after that. Did i get the comfort i wanted? I wasn't sure, but his words did make me feel better, so i got up and started walking towards the door. I hope our relationship wouldn't change much after tonight. I knew i would feel stupid and even more miserable in the morning but i guess it was worth it.

Then suddenly i felt the burning hand around my wrist, "Why are you leaving?"

Did he want me to stay? "Well, i tho—"

"You thought wrong. Come here," he said as he pulled me closer to him, and under the red covers.

I layed my head on the burner prince's chest that rose and fell with each of his breaths. The proof that he was alive. Alive and well and beside me.

After a while, when the lights completely went down, i wasn't sure if i was asleep yet but i heard him whisper, "I will take your nightmares if it means you'll sleep peacefully."

#maven calore #maven calore x reader #red queen #red queen fanfiction #maven calore fanfic #kings cage #war storm #glass sword

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mrtwizz · 1 year

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Mastermind M.C.

Pairing: Maven Calore x Reader

Warnings: Elara, that's it shes the warnings, other than that it's just not proof read and manipulation?

Au where Maven isn’t forced to be betrothed to Mare idk ignore the plot of the books for this Word Count: 1.8k

The moment Maven Calore laid eyes on Y/n Tyros he knew he wanted her all for himself. He knew he would do anything for the girl. So he began his scheming, he was vastly different from his mother in many ways. But his scheming to get what he wanted was just like her.

As a child, Maven had no friends. All he had was his mother who had forced him to walk before his tiny body was ready to do so. At one point he had a brother whom he loved, but soon enough his mother had erased all love he may have felt for his brother and father.

So he did what any little boy did, he learned all his mothers tricks for manipulating others and getting what he wanted.

The day where Y/n and Maven truly met was a ball, held for one reason or another. Neither seemed to know nor care. While Cal was being asked to dance by every Lady in the court, Maven danced with one girl the entire night.

From the moment their hands touched, the stars had aligned. The simple touch had lit a fuse of chain reactions. The pair danced for hours before they decided to sneak out of the ballroom.

“Where are we going?” Y/n asked, as Maven pulled her along.

“You’ll see.” Maven said and smiled at the girl.

For a moment all that could be heard in the corridor of the palace was the click of their shoes and small laughs. Soon enough Maven had taken Y/n outside of the palace to a small garden, during the day it was bright and the colors of the plants and flowers shone in the sunlight. But in the light of the moonlight the colors were dull but nonetheless beautiful.

The pair sat down under a tree, neither worried about their dress wear getting dirt on them. Not even Y/n who was wearing an iridescent white gown that looked to change color as the light shone on it.

Y/n looked around, admiring the stars from where they sat while Maven admired Y/n. He took in her jawline, the slope of her nose, the way her eyelashes curled, and how her hair framed her face.

“You’re staring.” Y/n suddenly spoke, finally looking away from the sky to look at Maven who’s face heated up with embarrassment.

“How could I not admire someone as beautiful as you?” The younger prince asked a rhetorical question, and it was Y/n’s turn to blush.

“Shut up.” Was all Y/n was able to mutter before looking away from Maven’s blue eyes.

Maven just chuckled and the two sat in a comfortable silence.

A gust of wind made goosebumps appear on Y/n’s skin and made her shiver a little.

“Cold?” Maven asked, already knowing the answer.

“Only a little?” Y/n responded.

Maven wordlessly removed his jacket that was decorated with different metals or something, Y/n wasn’t really sure what any of them were, and wrapped his jacket around the girl's shoulders. Then he moved closer to her and wrapped an arm around her.Y/n just smiled up at him and laid her head on his shoulder. The two sat there in that position until Y/n fell asleep. Maven realized that there was no use in trying to wake her up, and assumed she would wake up on her own soon after.

Only he was wrong and both of them fell asleep.

Y/n woke up first, Maven was lying on his back and Y/n was lying on his chest. The pair were still on the ground and the sun had begun to rise.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, Maven. Maven wake up.” Y/n gently shook Maven to wake him up, who thankfully woke up easily.

“Oh mother is going to have a field day with this one.” Maven muttered, running a hand through his hair.

The prince and lady quickly got up and brushed as much dirt off of themselves as possible. Maven wrapped his jacket around Y/n’s bare shoulders once more.

“People are going to talk.” Y/n pointed out, standing in front of the younger burner prince.

“People always talk.” Maven laughed.

“No I mean it, imagine if Lady Bolos heard about this one? Imagine the heart attack she’d have.” Y/n laughed at her own joke.

“The horrors, two people sleeping!” Maven clutched at his chest, as if having chest pains.

They walked back into the castle the same way they’d left the night before, only this time Maven walked Y/n to her room.

“Thank you.” Y/n said, gently leaning against the door.

“For what?” Maven asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Everything.” Y/n shrugged and opened her door and closed it behind her.

The girl left Maven confused and wanting nothing more than to talk to her for hours more.

Weeks passed before the two saw each other again, but first the press had gotten wind of the two sleeping in the garden on the night of the ball.

Prince Maven Calore and Lady Y/n Tyros are rumored to have not slept in their beds the night of the ball.

It has been rumored that the young prince and lady slept in a closed off garden…

“Anything you have to say for yourself, Maven?” Elara’s voice sounded as though it were scolding, but that would mean she had to care about her son for her to scold him.

“We left the ball, your parties have become boring, mother. Y/n and I talked then fell asleep in the garden.” Maven picked up the paper his mother had been reading moments prior.

He scanned through the paper to see what the press had to say, there wasn’t much speculation other than that the two were a couple. Later that day he wrote a letter to Y/n.

Dear Y/n Tyros,

It seems as though we are the new hot couple of the Kingdom. I suppose you were right that people would talk, I do wonder if Lady Bolos has had a heart attack. But all of that aside, I want to see you again. You have plagued my mind, Y/n. When I wake up until I fall asleep you are all I find myself thinking about.

-Sincerely, Maven Calore

Y/n laughed at Maven’s dramatics, and blushed at the knowledge that he had been thinking about her.

Dear Maven Calore,

You have quite the way with words don’t you? You really know just how to make a girl swoon.

Jokes aside, mother is hosting a party next month on the seventh. If you happened to show I wouldn’t turn you away. -Y/n Tyros

For the next month there were many letters exchanged, many letters full of flirting, even more of the two just talking. It was to nobody’s surprise that Prince Maven showed up to the party that night. That night was the second most important night in Maven’s scheming, he already knew he had charmed the girl. Now all he had to do was make it seem effortless the way he loved her.

This night it was Y/n’s turn to tug Maven out onto a balcony, into the moonlight.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this, darling.” Maven spoke with a teasing tone and smile.

“Whatever, we can go back in there if you insist.” Y/n turned to go inside, and Maven grabbed her wrist.

Y/n didn’t say anything and instead moved so she was holding Maven’s hands in her own. A blue flame began to lick at Y/n’s finger tips, she played with the flames with amusement. She always found fire so beautiful.

Maven was always astonished when she did this, and Y/n knew this. But nonetheless it always amazed him to see someone else hold his flame.

“How do you do that?” Maven whispered, cradling Y/n’s hands in his own as her fire danced around in her cupped palms.

“Do what?” Y/n asked, looking up at Maven through hooded eyes.

The moonlight caught her face just right and enhanced her features just right. Maven was in awe of the girl standing before him. It didn’t take a mind reader to know that he was infatuated with the mimic.

“Make everything so beautiful, even my own flame is dull compared to yours.” Maven muttered the last part, knowing she would hear anyway.

“Maven darling, I am mimicking your flame. There’s nothing more beautiful than you, nothing brighter than your flame. You may see yourself as the shadow, but you are the flame itself.” Y/n spoke softly, her own flame died away.

Y/n continued, “Where others seek out your brother or father, I’m only looking for you. The entire world could be on fire, and I would still somehow be looking for you Maven Calore.”

She took a step closer to the boy, desperately wanting to be closer even when there’s no room between the two.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say Maven? I love you. And I completely understand if this was all some sort of game, but I need you to know that I truly love you. I love you, Maven.” Tears began to well in the young Lady’s eyes, threatening to spill.

He had done it, he had made her love him. Later he would pat himself on the back for being a mastermind, but for now all he could do was be infatuated with the girl in front of him. Maven was caught up in his own mind, the thoughts reeling in his brain.

“It’s okay Maven,” Y/n was kicking herself, she truly thought all the years of her trying to make the prince fall for her had worked. Tears lined her eyes and she desperately tried to keep them at bay long enough to leave Maven’s presence.

Seems as though she read him wrong, she began to pull her hands from his.

“Y/n, no. No I mean, I love you. I’ve been in love with you for months now. From the moment I saw you, I knew that I wanted for you to love me,” to make you love me.

The tears she had been holding in slipped from her eyes, and she laughed a pitiful laugh at her own demise. Maven wrapped his arms around the crying girl as she buried her head in his chest.

All his scheming had worked.

#maven calore x reader #midnights fics #maven calore #red queen #red queen x reader #maven calore imagine #maven calore one shot #red queen imagine #red queen one shot #victoria aveyard

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littlebugs · 1 year

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headcannons

i'm debating on wether i should write maven calore or the darkling headcannons...

been a while but i'm back online

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losers-clvb · 6 months

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slow burn // one

pairing: lucas samos x nymph!female!reader

summary of chapter: y/n osanos found about her engagement through the red servants' gossip. after months of trying to convince her uncle, lord osanos, to call it off, it's revealed that they have to move the wedding up.

content of chapter: anger, irritation, arguing, the older adults are like the worst people ever, use of y/n, arranged marriage, like one swear word, reader is looked down upon, reader is mean to lucas

word count: 1.9k

Y/N was to marry the Samos boy. There was nothing anyone, including Y/N herself, could do to stop it from happening. She had been trying for months since the news broke to her, news she only found out when she had overheard Red servants while passing by the kitchens late one night. When she had pressed them to find out how they had figured this news out, they were hesitant to tell her, never having seen the young woman so angry before. She wasn’t known for speaking harshly to the help despite most of the other Silver’s doing so. When they finally broke and spilled that it had come straight from the mouth of her uncle, Lord of the House Osanos, she had been speechless. She knew she had to stop it from happening.

“House Samos is full of brutes and maniacs,” she had tried to reason. This only made her parents and uncle angry, all of them becoming even angrier when Volo and his own family had walked in only seconds later, obviously having overheard her comment. He had sneered at her before walking past her, nearly knocking her down in his movements. Ptolemus and Evangeline, his children, seemed not to care too much about her thoughts. The eldest of Volo’s children had only smirked over to her, eyes shining like a cat chasing its prey, while Evangeline looked rather bored. It was Lucas, their cousin and the man she was supposed to marry, who seemed to be the odd one out, looking equally as annoyed as the nymph girl.

Y/N ignored them all and turned to leave the room, knowing whatever they were to speak about she had no say in anyways. It was when she reached for the door, hand resting on the doorknob to pull it open, when she nearly had a heart attack.

“The wedding has to be moved up.” Volo announced to the room. This was unexpected. Everything had been planned to happen within a set number of days. There would be a welcome party for guests two days before, a ladies’ tea and gentlemen’s social hour the day before, then the beautiful wedding. Lucas was to go with the royal family back to Archeon and his wife was to follow. Y/N was supposed to have at least a few more weeks to get used to the idea that she would have to spend the rest of her life tied to someone she didn’t even know.

“What?” She turned to the rest of the room. It didn’t look like Lucas was surprised by this, something that made her scowl. He obviously was given more information and say about his life than she was. He was slightly older than her, and it helped that he was a male in one of the High Houses. Everyone, sometimes including the younger Silvers, looked down on her or at the very least underestimated her. She wasn’t the best in training, having struggled to control her ability until an older age than most. She had excelled in Protocol, but the only person who was proud of that was Lady Blonos herself.

Volo, as usual, ignored Y/N. “It seems the King would prefer to keep the months following Queen’s Trial to be about the Prince and his betrothed. A wedding between two of the High Houses would be… ‘distracting’.” He finished his sentence with a look on his face that said he agreed. He probably did, seeing how everyone believed that his daughter would be the next queen of Norta. Lord Osanos huffed, seeing this change in plans as an inconvenience to his day.

“Fine.” He replied flatly, looking at his brother and sister-in-law. They looked slightly annoyed with the change in plans but knew no one could go above the King. They nodded, looked at each other, and her father spoke.

“Next week.”

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It was late. Y/N knew that. It had to be at least 1 AM, and everyone was asleep. Everyone except her and a few Red servants. She should be sleeping herself, but her mind was racing. She couldn’t help but think that this marriage was going to be the worst thing that could ever happen to her. Tossing and turning, somehow never finding a comfortable spot or position to sleep in, she was so frustrated that she could cry. But it was when she thought about running away for the fifth time that night that she decided some warm milk may help her sleep. She threw on her robe, tying it tight in an attempt to help soothe her in case she might run into someone on her way to the kitchens. Mindlessly walking through the halls, she kept her steps light and quiet. She passed guards, some she recognized and some she didn’t. Regardless of that, she nodded and smiled kindly to them all, even when most didn’t even acknowledge her.

Rounding a corner near one of the dining rooms, she looked up from her feet. It was a good thing she had, locking her eyes on a certain blonde guard who she was determined to stay away from until their wedding. Y/N stopped in her tracks, deciding she would take the longer route to the kitchens if it meant not having to walk past him. She turned quickly wanting to get out of that situation as quickly as she could. She would have gotten away too, if it hadn’t been for the table that was directly behind her. She ran right into it, her hip hitting the edge, both making the table move about an inch and what was sure to be a giant bruise right on her side. Her cheeks heated in embarrassment, knowing at least five guards had seen it happen.

“Y/N?” When she heard her name come from his mouth, she cringed. Facing him, she noticed his hand on the hilt of his dagger. She scoffed, narrowing her eyes. She didn't say a word to him yet when she started to walk away from the hall, she heard his footsteps following her. She sighed, walking faster. Of course, he caught up to her, his legs being longer and faster than hers. They fell in step together, no one saying a word for a few moments.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Lucas asked her with a soft voice. She knew he was trying to be kind to her, knew he was trying his best not to piss her off, but the question just made her angrier about their arrangement. She didn’t know why. He hadn’t directly done anything to her. Maybe it was just the circumstances, but the only thing she felt towards him was resentment.

“I can’t.” She answered quickly, voice just as quiet as her steps. Lucas waited for her to elaborate, but when Y/N hadn’t spoken again, he knew she wanted the subject dropped. Unfortunately, he didn’t.

“Why?” This time, Y/N glared at him. She crossed her arms over her stomach, manicured nails catching Lucas’ attention. He smiled slightly at the light peach color.

“You know why.” She bit back, balling her hands into fists. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes from the frustration. The last thing she wanted was for Lucas to see her cry so she angled her head away from him. Lucas’ heart broke at her answer. While he wasn’t necessarily thrilled with the whole situation, it wasn’t the worst thing, was it? Was the idea of marrying him really that horrible? He didn’t understand what he had done to make the sweetest girl had known hate him so much.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, not just for the marriage, but for his family, for her family, for anything he had done to anger her. Instead of calming her, it did the opposite. Her eyes flared with irritation and she whipped her head to him. The tears had since fallen, any evidence of them having been wiped away by Y/N. Lucas leaned away when he saw the look on her face.

“For what? For having to marry me? For letting your family treat me the way they do? Or is it for the fact that you can’t even hear me crashing into a table without reaching for your weapons?” Y/N burst out, voice louder than before. She saw the doors to the kitchen just ahead, thankful that their time together would soon be over. Just as she went to reach for the door, Lucas’ hand fell onto her shoulder. They locked eyes, Y/N seeing that the softness in his eyes had been replaced by a burning fire of annoyance.

“You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re mad about that?” He was angry, only a bit. He couldn’t believe that the little moment in the hallway would really have stuck with her that much.

“Yeah, I am! You can’t even try to solve a problem without resorting to violence!” Her voice was getting louder and by that point a few Red servants had opened the kitchen doors a crack to see who was making such noise at that hour.

“It’s my job, Y/N. I have to protect the royal family, the kingdom of Norta! The Scarlet Guard is running around and I wasn’t sure if they had broken in.” He seethed back.

“Spare me the bullshit, Lucas.” She scoffed out. “You’re just like the rest of them. You’d rather kill first, ask questions later, if it makes your life easier.” Y/N pulled away from him, ignoring the way her arm felt colder without his touch. Lucas didn’t move. He couldn’t believe what she had said. He was kind, was he not? He still couldn’t figure out why she was acting so cold towards him, why she could be loving towards everyone else but couldn’t even find a way to act civil with him. After a moment of contemplation, he entered the kitchens.

Red servants milled about, preparing vegetables and meats to be cooked in the morning. They ducked their heads when he passed, acknowledging his rank as a Silver guard. He spotted Y/N in the corner, chatting with an older Red as she waited for milk to warm. She was smiling, talking kindly with the woman. After pouring the liquid into a cup, she bid the woman goodnight before exiting out a different set of doors. Lucas followed her, keeping himself a few steps behind in an attempt to keep her calm. It didn’t work.

“Don’t follow me.” She spoke over her shoulder, continuing to walk. As the walked, Lucas looked to the other guards in the halls. They raised their eyebrows to him, eyes full of amusement. They knew the two were betrothed to one another. They also knew that, for whatever reason, Y/N couldn’t stand the Samos male.

“I’m just making sure you make it back to your room safely, as I would for anyone else.” He told her.

“I’m not completely helpless. I can protect myself.”

“You’re not helpless.” Lucas echoed back. Y/N didn’t speak again after that, not knowing what to say to that. It sounded as if he thought she was more than a little Nymph girl who had once cried when Instructor Arven told her she was weak.

They reached her door together, Lucas having caught up with her somewhere along the way. She stepped inside, eyes flitting to the ground so she didn’t have to look at him. As she closed the door, she heard one last thing from him.

“See you next week."

#red queen #lucas samos #red queen series #red queen by victoria aveyard #red queen imagines #lucas samos imagine #lucas samos series #lucas samos x reader #mare barrow #cal calore #maven calore #evangeline samos #ptolemus samos #killorn warren #x reader

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yesimwriting · 7 months

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⋆｡°✩ yesimwriting's masterlist⋆｡°✩

Below the cut is a full list of all my work :) (updated 10-10-23)

*pls limit interactions if you’re a pro ED/ana acc :)*

SCREAM 1996

Final Girl

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

To be continued.

Final Girl fic-verse:

First Impressions

Sick Day

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Final Girl fic-verse blurbs:

Drunk Y/N

Stu saying the L word

Billy saying the L word

Little Rituals

Time of Need

Talking about Y/N

Stu’s thoughts about Y/N and POV

Gingerbread

Billy Loomis x S/O with Panic attacks

Stu waiting for Y/N and Casual Intimacy

Billy and Stu with S/O who cries a lot

Billy and Stu Scaring Guys Away

People noticing their friendship

Driving with Stu

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SCREAM VI

Ethan Landry

One of Them

Ask about Ethan

Noticing they like Y/N

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LAST OF US

Joel Miller

First Rule

What Follows

Y/N gets hit on - Protective Joel

Purpose

Pulling Away

Pulling Away similar story

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STAR WARS

Anakin

More Than This

Promise

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AMERICAN HORROR STORY

Tate Langdon

Modern day fic

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DC TITANS

Jason Todd

Resurgence

Slow Nights

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ELVIS THE MOVIE

Business Practical

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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STRANGER THINGS

Steve Harrington

Movie Club

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Times Have Changed

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DAREDEVIL

48 Hours

Chapter 1

A Red Widow

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SPIDER-MAN

This Time it’s Different

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

TASM Peter

Domestic Assertiveness

Hobbie Brown

Ask about Hobbie

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YOU

Bloodroot in the Suburbs

Prologue

Chapter 1: The Babysitter

Chapter 2: Kill Habits, Not people

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SIX OF CROWS SERIES:

Searing Starlight

Searing Starlight Chapter 1

Searing Starlight Chapter 2

Searing Starlight Chapter 3

To be continued.

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Kaz Brekker:

Blurb series: The Promise of Rain (i define a blurb series' as a series with shorter chapters where each chapter correlates but can technically be read as a stand alone)

The Promise of Rain (blurb 1).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 2).

The Promise of Rain (blurb 3)

To be continued.

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Falling Angels:

Falling Angels Chapter 1

Falling Angels Chapter 2

To be continued.

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Anastasia (Prologue)

Bookworm reader

A Knife in the Back

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SHADOW AND BONE:

The Darkling:

Solace (part 1)

Solace (part 2).

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To Be Alone (smut).

Solutions

All the Good Dreams (might be getting a part 2)

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The Needs of Pain (part 1)_

The Needs of Pain (part 2, smut).

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Corridor Moments

darkling x shy! reader HC

Comforting the darkling HC

Playing Vices

Darkling x anxious! Reader

Kirigan x Soft Girls/Similar personality

Crossing Lines

Darkling x Pregnant! Reader

Possessive/Breeding

Nikolai Lantsov:

Tranquility.

Handmaid reader x nikolai. childhood best friends to

lovers fic

Enemies to lovers Nikolai HC (i'm thinking of making a series based on this

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SHADOW AND BONE X SIX OF CROWS:

The Problem With Light Chapter One

To be continued.

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RED QUEEN:

Maven Calore:

Dying Starlight

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cehara-leanne · 1 year

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Blood Borne- Part 1

A FANMADE NOVEL

By: CeHara Evens

CONTINUATION OF THE RED QUEEN SERIES

By: Victoria Aveyard

Author’s note: This chapter contains spoilers for the book series Red Queen! If you don’t know what is going on, read the books! Not everything in this fanfic is, I repeat DOES NOT belong to me! I got mad at a character's death, and decided to fix it! That does not make the contents of this fanfic canon! Nor do I take ownership of all its characters! The characters and locations that I did not create belong to, one of my personal favorite authors, Victoria Aveyard! If you don’t know what things belong to her and what things belong to me…THEN READ HER BOOK!! This fanfic can also be considered a self-insert x reader situation, just don’t use the name of the character I created to fix this situation! That’s all!

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“NOW! WE WILL BEGIN THE EXECUTION!”

The executioner’s voice rang out into the arena but was soon drowned out by the cheers of the crowd. Hundreds of people…thousands of people. Screamed in agreeance. Those that were not present inside the arena sat outside its walls screaming for the same thing. In pubs. In millions of Nortan homes. They all yelled for the same thing. Retribution. But it was all on deaf ears. The deaf ears of the convicted. The deaf ears…

“OF MAVEN MERANDUS CALORE!” the executioner yelled.

Screams of bloody murder were heard at the mention of the former king’s name. His body was dragged out of a prison adjacent to the palace’s arena. Two burly sentinels carried his weight over to the public cutting board. To his death. Maven’s short black hair was disheveled, and his crystalline blue eyes were faded with indifference. His military uniform, one that he wore hundreds of times before in front of these same subjects, was covered in dust and sweat. The dungeons were hot. More humid if anything. And dirty. The weight of its Silencing Stone caused Maven’s muscles to spasm and crap, so much so that they felt like lead. The two sentinels forced Maven to his knees before the chopping block. Before the thousands of screaming people wanting his head. No resistance was shown against it other than the automatic stiffness of one’s knees when suddenly falling.

“It’s so bright outside…so bright, and so pretty.”

Maven thought to himself while his head hang heavy, looking at nothing in particular. Everything was a tired blur.

“I could think of a more sophisticated word than that…pretty…but it is pretty out here…”

“I should have come outside more often…”

“MAVEN MERANDUS CALORE! AGE EIGHTEEN! HAS BEEN TRIED FOR HIGH TREASON AGAINST THE ROYAL CROWN!” The executioner continued his address to the crowd.

“These shackles sting…but it’s a reminder that I can feel I guess…”

Maven released a dry chuckle.

“Ironic that I can feel now, out of all times.”

His chuckle did not go unnoticed by the sentinel to his left and earned him a strong kick to the stomach. Maven fell to his side at the blow to his abdomen, coughing out dryly and groaning. The crowd roared in approval of the treatment.

“Lucky me…”

“HIS TREASON BEGINS! WITH THE MURDER OF HIS FATHER! THE LATE KING! TIBERIAS CALORE VI!” The executioner yelled out to the crowd, eliciting more reactions.

“I did murder him didn’t I…without lifting a finger, I was the cause of my father’s death…”

Maven sat himself up again, looking down at the block before him. The executioner waved his hand slightly towards the sentinels on either side of Maven. Both soldiers moved forward and pressed the former king’s cheek into the chopping block.

“All because mother wanted me to have his power…Mother…”

His eyes stung thinking about it, but Maven refused to cry at this moment. How could he be a heartless, ruthless leader by crying while faced with death? That meant he had a heart. He couldn’t…

“AS WELL AS! THE ATTEMPTED MURDER! OF NORTA’S CURRENT RULER! KING TIBERIAS VII!”

At the mention of his brother, Maven moved his head to look upwards and scanned the crowd. People screamed and spat in his direction. None of them mattered. Maven moved his eyes upwards, above all the malice. Above the hatred towards him. And there he found his brother.

“Cal…My…Big brother…I never called you that very often, did I. At least…not to your face...Pity…”

In a booth above the middle section of the arena stood Cal, his black military uniform well ironed and the medals adorning his chest glimmering in the sunlight. His dark black hair was freshly cut for this “occasion”, and upon his head sat the royal crown. Its jewels shone in the afternoon sun like blazing fire. Cal’s bronze eyes looked fierce. Grim. But Maven could see how bloodshot they were. Rubbed raw from tears the court would never see. To either of Cal’s sides stood the family of his late mother, Coraine Jacos. To his right stood his uncle Julian Jacos, and to his left stood his aunt Sara Skonos. Support systems for this trying time. They knew, that even with the horrid things he did, Maven was still Cal’s younger brother…and that it hurt to watch his brother like this. Maven felt the very same.

“You always deserved a better brother than me…you were…wonderful…”

He long noticed Cal’s stance was stiff while he stood on the balcony of the middle booth. Very stiff. Holding back everything that wanted to spill out while watching the display before him. His younger brother pressed into a chopping block. Maven’s demise was imminent the moment Cal nodded toward the executioner. And Maven could tell that his brother never wanted to give that command. That he ever wanted to be the cause of his disappearance from this world. Which is why Maven couldn’t…he just couldn’t…

“You have to be strong. Stronger than you are now or else…Or else you’ll never survive…”

Maven wished he could cry, that he could express what he really felt towards his older brother. That he could let Cal know that he loved him. That he loved their father. No matter how many times that love was wiped from his mind by his mother. By Elara. In exchange for power. And in exchange for hatred. That he would always have something in his heart for both of them…but he couldn’t. Because if he did…then Cal would try to save him. Like he always did. And the Silver High Houses of Norta would eat Cal alive for his weakness. And Maven couldn’t let that happen. To have those vultures. Those tyrants. Exploit his older brother’s love for him. Exploit his weakness…that would make them and Maven too similar. Maven couldn’t bear that comparison, as much as he knew it was true. So Maven couldn’t have a heart. Not right now. Not ever again. The executioner continued his speel of Maven’s crimes, of his lack of honor. The young former king was unfazed by every remark.

“I don’t need to hear all of this, where is…ah. There you are.”

Maven scanned the crowd frantically, feeling that his headman’s speech would be coming to a close soon. It was hard to look but he had found her.

“Mare Barrow.”

People shouted into the arena and threw things in anger toward Maven, but he could make her out easily. In a random booth filled with random people, Mare could be seen at its edge. Staring intensely. Her brown hair flowed gently in the wind, the silver and purple tips of it catching the light of the sun. She wore simple clothes. A loose, white button-up top and brown cargo pants. Her light brown skin was littered with scars, only visible when the wind swayed her shirt a certain way. Maven caught sight of the “M” branded into her collarbone. After some moments Mare tried to avert her gaze, only to have Maven try to follow it to the best of his ability.

“You are beautiful you know…my Red Queen…But you can’t meet my eyes…not the way you used to.”

He felt the intensity of her gaze holding so many different feelings. So many different questions and emotions. The one he saw the most was her anger. Her anger for thinking she had killed him, even though she didn’t. Her anger for having to be here. To watch him die at a public event. Rather than having the privacy of vengeance offered to her. By killing him with her bare hands. Sickly enough, Maven felt that he only wanted her eyes on his. No matter what feelings were warranted by them, he felt the need to feel her gaze on him. He had caused her so much suffering. Killed her brother. Tortured her. Scarred her physically and mentally.

“You can’t meet my eyes with admiration. Or security. Or…hope. Those looks are reserved for my brother now…aren’t they.”

Maven wished he could be upset, but he wasn’t. His obsession with Mare made his body surge forward if only to be pressed down harder by the sentinels restraining him. All he wanted was her. He started a war for her. Killed her closest friends and relatives for her. Caused pain and suffering for her. It was twisted, dark and twisted, but all Maven wanted was her. But she didn’t want him. She never asked for what he gave her. The broken boy before her, that she had met before. The shadow of his brother, whom she comforted and loved. That was what Mare wanted. What she wished to save. But she never wanted this. Mare left the random booth she stood in and Maven’s squirming stopped. What was he doing? Making a scene for her…he would never understand.

“FOR THESE CRIMES! MAVEN MERANDUS CALORE! HAS BEEN SENTENCED TO DEATH BY BEHEADING!”

At Mare’s exit, Maven settled down. The tenseness of his muscles against the strength of the sentinels dissipated into nothing. His head was calm.

Maven could hear everything all at once….

The shouting of the crowd.

The executioner’s sword being unsheathed for use.

His heartbeat in his ears. His breathing heavy. Steady….

Maven could see everything all at once…

The dust particles floating in the air in front of him, reflecting in the sun’s light.

The random, meaningless objects thrown into the arena by angry onlookers.

His brother’s slight nod towards the executioner. Stiff…

Maven could feel everything all at once….

The steel of the unsheathed blade lining up with the nape of his neck.

The light yet searing pain of a mark being cut into his neck, used to make the strike precise.

The rays of the afternoon sun shining onto the arena. Warm…

“It’s bright outside…and it’s pretty…”

The executioner’s sword stood high in the air, catching the light of the sun.

“The Sun feels warm…but why…why do I feel…”

The sword came downward, cutting through the air.

“...So cold…”

A girl sat inside the royal palace, high in the air on the palace ceiling beams. She picked at a golden vase with a fork. Stolen from the kitchen. She picked at the small diamonds on the vase, never the large ones. The larger diamonds were too noticeable. She looked at the T.V. screen broadcasting the current execution. The girl let out an exasperated sigh before looking down at the vase again.

“Jesus,” the girl grumbled, “ these royals are so dramatic…”

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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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hi eden!! 3, 4, 11, and 32 for the fic writer asks?

woohoo questions!! ok so:

3. describe the creative process of writing a chapter/fic

literally all i do is put on a playlist i feel fits the mood for it. whether it’s a locklyle angst/comfort, or my favourite songs at the moment, or purely instrumental. i’ll give myself a set time to write in, like twenty minutes, see what i can do yk. sometimes i struggle, i sit and stare and nothing comes to mind or i rewrite the first three sentences over and over because they don’t sound right, so i’ll go to a different fic or have a break for a moment. but music is a big factor in helping me write because it influences so much of it for me

4. where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

my mutuals a lot now!! we come up with headcanons and stuff, but before i had them, it was literally just sitting and pondering 😭. id look at my prompts lists and see if any inspiration could be brought from them, other times i’d be able to find inspiration from things around me. but also other fic writers!!! never whole ideas, but little bits and pieces that make me go “oh, that’s cute! how can i make my own unique version of something like this?” very very important not to just take said idea straight from the fic and put in, though, and if it's something i'm taking a lot of inspiration from i always check with the author first and credit them

11. link your three favourite fics

ok so, these are all x readers because i'm deep in that side of fics lol, but there is:

Offerings by @maraschinomerry (which is george karim x reader) The Witch by @holden-caulfield (kaz brekker x reader) Dying Starlight by @yesimwriting (maven calore x reader)

there are many more, all stashed in my tag #eden's fic recs but these are some of my favourites <3

32. name three of your favourite fanfic writers.

oh but there are so many!!! well, of course, one is @neewtmas because we conspire the most horrifically painful headcanons and each turn them into fics lmao, and their stuff is incredible (their recent locklyle fic was SOUL CRUSHING) also @so-true-jestie, i remember reading some of their stuff on ao3 (the afterglow has me hooked let's be real) and @maraschinomerry because their lockwood and co. fics are incredible! waiting to find time for me to binge read every. single. one of them <3 i could list so so many more (including non-lockwood and co ones lmao), so let me know if you want me to link some!

#all about eden lolz

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cadiacore · 2 years

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.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ cal calore x fem!reader

warning(s): gore, blood, violence, spoilers for war storm, death, love triangle, angst, fluff if you squint, etc. if there is more, pls let me know.

wc: 1.1k

a/n: hello everyone! i'm back with another fic this week! two in one week is a record for me lol. i hope you enjoy this fic i wrote mONTHS ago when i was in a very angsty. so, i put my pain and sorrow into this. i hope you get some angsty enjoyment out of it lol. also, I'm so sorry for what I'm about to put y'all & @ofelia-writesxox through...

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There was smoke and ash covering the battlefield as she lay there surrounded by the dead. Blood soaked through her cotton shirt and covered her arms. Some of the soldiers were from her own legion and some from Mavens. Y/N gagged at the sight before her. Too many bodies and too much death. She reminded herself that it had to be done, that Maven had to be removed from power, or else Norta would go down in cobalt flames.

I need to find Cal.

As she stood, she saw Maven to her left, cutting down the soldiers in his way. Y/N scrambled to stand but her body was so stiff. Each time she tried to move, pain shot through her nerves and muscles, making her cry. Orange flames shot up from the sky and that’s when she ignored every ounce of pain and bolted toward the flames. White blinding pain tore through her, each fiber of her skin felt like it was being fried. Y/N needed to get to him. To be with him.

Seeing Maven running after her, she flung her hand out and lightning pulsed through her veins before striking a point in front of him with the hand that wasn't holding her side. The ground shook, making her stumble. She was so close.

Please let me get to Cal,

No matter how much she pushed herself in the end it wasn’t enough, Maven had still grabbed and thrown Y/N to the ground. She held back her scream as she landed on her side. Tears began to run down her face but they weren’t from fear or pain, it was from anger.

“Let me go, Maven,” she said,

When she reached for her knife, it was gone. It must have fallen out as she was running. His blade pressed against her throat with enough pressure that blood began to trickle down the column of her throat. Her fingers squeezed and clawed at his wrist but he pressed his blade harder against her,

“You turned against me. To my own brother!” he said, “I showed you, love, and kindness, and I fought for you!” When Y/N looked into Maven’s eyes, there was nothing left that was familiar. His eyes were cold and cruel. Her Maven was gone. Even though she chose Cal, she wanted to hope that her Maven was somewhere still in there. She was wrong to hope.

“You turned against me!” Maven gritted out through his teeth. Y/N swallowed and looked further into his eyes, desperately trying to cling to some familiarity.

“You can do the right thing, Maven. Let me go and tell your legion to stand down,” she said,

“You know I can’t do that.”

“No, you just don’t want to.” she spat, but out of the corner of her eye, she saw bright orange flames coming toward her. While Maven was distracted, Y/N pushed him off her and rolled out of the way of the flames. Cal called for her but when she looked up, blue and orange flames collided.

As she watched the two brothers fight, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder how it had all come down to this. To this violence between what was once a good sibling relationship. They had loved each other but now it was like someone had torn their happiness with each other apart.

Realization sank into her mind. She was the reason. Maven loved her and so did Cal. But, in the end, she chose Cal which resulted in Maven waging war against his own brother.

“Get out of here, Y/N!” Cal called out to her, but she ignored him. Instead, Y/N pushed herself off of the ground and ran to Cal’s side. She lept over bodies, one by one, ignoring the searing pain that coursed through her thigh and side. Once she finally reached the burner, her lightning began to thrum through her heart and her blood. It made her ears pop and another wave of power surged through her.

Lightning crackled above her while Cal and Maven’s flames roared. Y/N shot her hand forward and with a scream, lightning surged from her hand, striking the cruel king in his calf.

Pure hatred burned in Maven’s eyes. A flash of cobalt fire and before Y/N could register what was going on, the flames licked around her skin. It burned and burned and burned. All she could hear was Cal’s scream of rage along with Maven’s. Her lightning swirled and collided with the flames, forming a protective barrier around her. She can’t even remember if she screamed. Black spots danced across her vision and she felt like her head was going to explode from all the agony.

It was hard to breathe. It was like the fire was in her lungs and ran through her veins. As her electrical currents shone bright purple, orange overshadowed it.

“Cal!” Just saying his name burned her throat and the heat made her want to die. She couldn’t hear or see Maven but she hoped he burn just as bad as she did. He told her he would never cause harm to her but yet he did,

I’ll never hurt you,

Those words rang through her head for several seconds but when Cal knelt beside her, she began to sob. Not from the pain and agony she was feeling on the outside but on the inside as well. Maven’s body lay lifeless in front of her. She wanted him to change, to see that she still cared for him even though she chose Cal.

He was her first love, her first kiss, her first everything. Y/N loved him. As grief flowed through her, Cal held her in his arms, and tears stained his face too. The burns had hurt but this hurt worse. Her vision became spotty again and it felt as if her throat had closed.

When Cal stood, he kept her in his arms as he walked toward the ruined castle. Bricks fell and she could still hear screaming from all the men who were injured. Sleep called to her but she blinked rapidly to try and keep herself awake.

Y/N placed a hand on the prince’s chest and it was sticky with what she assumed was blood. Cal kissed the top of her head and hummed as he laid her down on a cot next to a healer's tent.

“You’re going to be okay, love,” he said as he brushed a piece of her hair from her face. Y/N tried to smile but it was weak. She felt weak. It was like her body was made of lead and her own limbs were too heavy. That’s when sleep began to call to her again and this time she let herself succumb to it. And the last words she heard were his, I love you.

And Y/N loved him too.

#cal calore x reader #cal calore #tiberias calore #red queen #red queen spoilers #spoilers #red queen fic #tiberias calore x fem!reader #tiberias calore x reader #angst #cal calore angst #cal calore smut

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imjulia-andilikecats · 11 months

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Mareven Scrap Idea: Maven (Hunter) x Mare (Forest Nymph) Part 2

As the sun lowers to the ground, hiding it's rays behind trees and hills. The young master silently returned.

Most of the servants barely noticed the young master entering the Calore Manor. The few who did, caught a glimpse of him covered in mud and sweat. A blank expression plastered on his face.

Maven Calore entered the dining room where his family has started eating dinner. Once he entered the room, he didn't need to glance at them, he already know that all of them were looking at him.

His mother in quiet disapproval, too relieved that he came back in one piece to scold him, yet.

His perfect brother, probably concerned with his disheveled appearance, moving a bowl full of his favorite food near his empty plate, as he sat down next to him. How sweet of him. He thought, sarcastically.

As tempted as he was at shoveling down the roasted meats and mashed potatoes that steamed and glistened on their dining table.

He couldn't stop his eyes from searching at his father, slowly facing himself at the head of the table. Tiberias Calore's amber eyes looked down at him from where he sat. He stopped eating when Maven entered, resting one of his chins on his knuckles.

"You are late." His gruff voice sounding more inconvenienced than concerned. "And filthy." He added.

Maven wanted to roll his eyes at that. Of course he is filthy. He could feel the dirt and dried mud covering his arms, legs and probably places he will know once he takes a well earned bath.

And of course he knew he was late. He stumbled a few times in the dark and gained a few scratches on his cheek and brow, while carrying a very real and very unconcious creature on his shoulder, on his way back here.

"Apologies." Is all he could reply, as he started spooning food on his plate.

His father continued his eating. Which stung him. That's all you have to say to me?

Shoving down his food, his growing anger making it difficult to taste anything.

Fine. I have other things to worry about. Like the creature that he half-carried, half-dragged into a small cabin. Not knowing when she'll wake up or what to do next.

Maven gripped his glass, gulping down the water, like it was some exquisite wine his father could only have during his birthdays.

The water cooled him down and made it easier for him to breathe, and think.

He needs to speak to the nymph, but he must know more about her kind.

Maven considered asking his uncle, since he was an expert in all things boring and perculiar. But he was a few miles away from the Calore manor, too busy being romantic and growing even older with their former head nurse.

Which leave only one person to go to.

Later that night, young lord Tiberias was reading through mountains of reports and requests written to him by nearby masters. Updates of the weather, harvest and when supplies arrive on port. He liked to reader those, racking his brain on what to do and what could be done better.

Once he finshed the reports, he grimeced at the pile of requests that were slowly collecting dust. Most or even all, asking him to visit their mansions to talk about business, but he knew well enough, it was another lord's way of pushing their daughters to him.

He wanted to ignore them, or even toss the pile in the fireplace and pretend a mischievous forest creature did it. His musing cut shirt, when he heard his door creak.

A bundle of black curls peaked at the corner of the door, followed by his baby brother's pale, clean face.

"Need anything, Mavey?" He asked, his voice sounding uneven and a bit flat.

It has been a while since Mavey visited him, ever since their father clapped him on his shoulders and declared that it was time for him to be a Calore. He barely had a chance to speak to him, nor even see him.

That being said, he was still happy that his brother visited, even the oddest of times.

"I just wanted to play and have a little chat with you." Mavey gave him a sheepish grin, walking in his office . One hand scratching the back of his head and the other holding their favorite chess board.

Cal tilted his head to glace at the wooden clock. "It's quite late, Mavey." Looking back at him. " Everyone is resting, even the chickens."

His baby brother gaved him a tight smile then shrugged. "Less people to witness your defeat, dear brother."

Cal only grinned back. Always clever with his words.

Is she still in the cabin? Has her forest friends noticed she was missing? Does she even have friends?

Questions and worries swirling in his mind, as he stared at his queen, still safely in place, while a few of his pawns have been taken out.

He looked at his perfect brother from across the board. He looked tired, but he still sat with his back straight and shoulder wide. He starting to look more like father every passing day, he thought bitterly.

Quit it, Maven.

He didn't came here for some quippy conversation while playing wooden toys.

"Oh dear." Cal said out loud. Faining concern. "I almost wiped out your first line of defence."

Maven looked at the chess board, seeing more varnished pieces than the ones painted black.

He only scowled and slouched on his chair.

Cal smiling brightly, as if he won, motioned his hand towards his side. "Your move."

Maven wanted to win this one, however small, but he needed information first.

"Brother, you still remember Uncle Julian's stories." He blurted out, hoping his older brother's brain hasn't been filled with family duties yet.

His brother still looking at his chess pieces. Yet his amber eyes shift a few times, trying to recalls old memories. "I remember a few. Why do you ask?"

"I was hunting with a few other folks and I heard them talk about some of their cows being stolen away by nymphs."

Cal looked at him, his one dark brow raised. "Shouldn't he blame a person first before pointing at a fairytale book?"

Ah. He definitely is becoming the head of this house.

"That is true, but what do you think made his think of a nymph?" Holding up his hands to emphasizes his question.

"Do nymphs eat cows?"

His brother snorted at his odd sentence.

"No!" He laughed this time, slapping his knee.

"Nymphs don't ear meat. They only eat honey!" His crooked smile taking over his face. It have him look younger.

Maven raised his brow in turn. That's it?

"They eat honey?" He stared at his brother. "That's all they eat?"

Cal, brushing away his tears, calming himself. "Well, yes."

Maven shook his head. Hanging his head in defeat. I wasted my time.

His brother's smiling face turned to a troubled one. He must have sensed his annoyance and fatigue.

Without any warning, Cal moved forward and held his should firmly. "Tomorrow, I'll try digging in Uncle Julian's library." His eyes bright and full of promise.

His warm gesture, felt familiar and unwelcomed.

If he were younger, he would have jumped with joy at his brother's thoughtful actions. Now, as he grew older, any kind of help from him, was a harsh reminder of what he lacked.

Maven looked at his brother, still holding on to his shoulder, expecting a response.

He gave him a half hearted nod.

Cal only smiled wider, sitting back on his chair.

Maven looked at his chess piece.

I guess, I don't need to drag this thing any longer. Putting forward his Queen, as he prepare for his first move.

Note: @lilyharvord You're lucky I like you a lot! 😤, also sorry for taking a while. This was supposed to be a scrap idea. Now, I'm currently working on part 3 and hopefully have it out next week.

#red queen #mare barrow #glass sword #war storm #king's cage #cal calore #maven calore #old meme #random #tiberias vii calore #mareven hunter x nymph fanfic idea #mareven #mareven scrap idea

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lexxiie · 3 years

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Hi- so I was wondering if you could please do Maven from the Red Queen books x reader with the whole “touch her and you die” trope and what he would do if put in that situation- I really think that trope is fitting for him lol- thank you so much <3

Ooff! Great trope for Maven!

When You Are In Danger - Maven Calore

Fandom: Red Queen

Pairing: Redeemed!Maven x Reader

Maven and you were something.

You did not know what, though.

However, he did know what you were to him.

You are the only person he thinks he could trust one day, the thought of you keeps him sane, your company makes him feel at ease, your kisses make him feel alive.

He likes to have you around

He tries to have you around.

He didn't try hard enough today, though. This were the consequences.

You were nowhere to be found and he had decided to go look for you himself with a couple of guards.

He knew people were angry. Trying to retaliate against anyone who had anything to do with him or his family.

And what he had feared was a reality. He was sure of it now.

The pain he felt in his stomach the moment he found your coat lying next to the river, in the middle of the forest, was stronger than anything he ever felt before.

It was completely soaked. Had they drowned you?

He could swear he was seeing red.

His legs kept moving forward, as if they were automated.

He was afraid of what he could find, but he was also furious.

And that was when he heard it. That voice he fell asleep to every night.

He had never ran this fast in his whole life.

Two guys were trying to hold you still while you kept screaming and trying to fight them off.

And then one of them took out a knife.

"If you touch her, you'll die."

You would recognize that voice anywhere, but the cold tone that he used was totally new.

Both men froze on the spot.

"Let her go. Now."

One of the guys looked at the other with pleading eyes. He wanted to get away from the shadow of the flame.

But the other one was hesitant, he looked at the young prince with hatred in his eyes.

Maven noticed this, and he created a huge flame to scare the guy off.

After long seconds, both men gave up and ran away from the prince as fast as they could.

Maven motioned his guards to go after them.

He rushed up to you and wrapped his own coat around your shoulders.

He didn't say one word as you both walked back to the palace. "Are you mad at me?," you asked.

He looked at you as if you were insane, with a glimpse of disgust. Then he kissed you. He kissed you with the passion of a drowning man, even a bit possessively.

"I was scared."

It might not sound like something too meaningful, but it was. He was never this open about how he felt.

This was a huge step on whatever you both had.

When you arrived to the palace, he made sure to light up the fireplace in his room and tend to your wounds; that comfortable silence embracing both of you.

You could finally undestand what you were now. You were two people who belonged together. There was no need to give it a name. That was more than enough.

#the red queen #king maven #maven calore imagine #maven calore x reader #prince maven #maven calore #trq #the red queen headcanons #red queen #the red queen x reader

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swiftsalchemy · 2 years

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maven calore fic idea

someone needs to write an x reader where maven's s/o is just ( if not more ) villainous/messed up as him. i could def see the s/o as like a yandere

#red queen #maven #maven calore #king maven #maven red queen #maven x reader #maven calore x reader #cal calore #mare barrow #imagine #x reader #evangeline samos #fanfic #fanfiction

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mrtwizz · 1 year

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Midnights WIP

I am writing an 'x reader' for every song in the Mightnights album by Taylor Swift, I have a few planned out already but I need recommendations for the rest of the songs.

Send in requests for the ones in black/white depending on if u have dark mode or not

Lavender Haze

Maroon

Anti-hero

Snow On The Beach -Wednesday Addams

You’re On Your Own, Kid -Peter Parker (MCU) (coming soon...)

Midnight Rain

Question…?

Vigilante Shit

Bejeweled -Evangeline Samos (coming soon...)

Labyrinth

Karma -Peter Parker (MCU) (coming soon...)

Sweet Nothing

Mastermind -Maven Calore

The Great War -Mare Barrow (coming soon...)

Bigger Than The Whole Sky- Derek Hale (Coming Soon...)

Paris

High Infidelity

Glitch -Sirius Black (coming soon...)

Would’ve, Could’ve, Should've

Dear Reader

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starrsaphire · 3 years

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i realy miss writing fanfic, headcanons 'n stuff so im opening requests! if you want any one shot or headcanon about dc comics, marvel, squid game, american horror story, the boys, the umbrella academy, kakegurui, la casa de papel, red queen, harry potter or american psycho, please let me know. my ask box is open and will write asap. <3

- i also write and talk shit in portuguese on twitter, @/lantxrnjess

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losers-clvb · 6 months

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slow burn, a series

pairing: lucas samos x nymph!female!reader

content: arranged marriage, slight enemies to lovers (more like she hates him, he tolerates her), Silver attitudes, death and violence (not described more than in the series), allusions to sex eventually, slow burn love, some language but not much, grief

summary: y/n osanos was always going to be betrothed to another from a high house, but she never imagined it would be to lucas samos, a son of one of the most cruel of the silver houses. though she is kind to almost everyone she encounters, she can't feel anything but irritation towards her future husband.

note: this series will slightly follow the book, but some things will be changed obviously. while i have physically read the first book once and listened to the whole series twice, there will be things that slip my mind or have changed to better fit the story. also, scrap out how lucas was described in the books. in this series, i had imagined him as a slightly brighter blonde lucas till for whatever reason. is it because they are both named lucas? possibly. but i don't care because this series isn't cannon anyways.

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depressed-celestial-body · 2 years

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I opened one of my old fics a few days ago and uh yeah it kinda sucked. Basically I had one idea and then I designed the entire fic around it. It was a multi chapter thing called Whispers in the Dark and it was basically a Maven Calore x OC fic with alternating first person POVs. I think I'm going to rewrite part of it as a one-shot instead of trying to continue the shitty plot I apparently threw together, and I think it's going to be a Maven x Reader fic. I'm thinking third person POV for this one. But yeah. Does anyone have any strong feelings on this? Lol

#fanfiction #maven calore #maven calore x reader #red queen #red queen fanfiction

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yesimwriting · 3 years

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Dying Starlight

A/n: i dont think an audience for this exists?? ik it’s not shadow and bone related, but ive been reading red queen and i wanted to try writing maven and ive been playing with this idea. umm...on the off-chance that there is an audience for this i do think of this as more of a series but i’ll probably end up deleting this lol

(Series?) Summary: reader is a childhood friend of Mare’s who isn’t officially part of the Scarlet Guard but gets captured by Maven. As a prisoner, she feels like her mind is being messed with as she begins to see a more human side of Maven. The new King tells himself the only thing he sees in her is that she’s a way to get to Mare, but something about her genuiness is infectious.

Irony twists things. Right now, the irony that my last thoughts might be about how I wish I had been trusted with a suicide pill twist my impending doom into something almost comical. I’d laugh, but I’d rather not startle the rats in my cell. This has been their home for presumably years, but I’ve only been down here a few hours.

I scratch the back of my wrist, staring at tired stone walls like they’ve done something to me. I wish I knew what time it was. How long have I been down here? How long has it been since I was separated from Mare? An hour? Three?Each passing minute strikes me like a bullet, but I can’t count them. I’ve never had a talent for accurately feeling the passage of time.

My head aches, frustration and dread tangling themselves in the pit of my stomach. Mare told me the Queen can search through someone’s mind, seeing memories even they can’t remember. What will they do when they see I know virtually nothing? What will happen when they see how close Mare and I truly are? i can’t do anything and the unknown hurts more than my bruised rib.

The sound of the heavy door that divides the luxury of the castle from the wasteland of the cells creaks. I only let my arms flinch, moving from my side to wrap defensively around my stomach. Dull footsteps echo down the pathway that lead to the cell I’m in. I don’t cringe, not even when the sound of walking stops.

I was not born into a rich family, but I was born into a proud one. Fear was practically a criminal act in my household. I’ve been trained to suppress all signs of weakness. My eyes don’t leave the stone wall, I mentally trace the pattern of a long crack in a specific rock. It reminds me of the slope of the Big Dipper.

Will I ever see stars again? The answer leaves a sharp pain in my chest.

“Mare told me about you.”

The words jar me, my stomach dropping in revulsion. Mare had trusted him, and here he stands--successful because he’s a traitor. I know what it’s like to be the most overlooked sibling and to crave to change that. I know what it’s like to want to succeed more than you want air in your lungs, but I don’t think I’d ever betray someone. I like to think that there’s a line even the monster in me won’t cross.

I don’t look at him, partially out of an attempt to protest and partially because I’m afraid of what I’ll see. “She might have mentioned you in passing.”

His scoff is ridiculous. “She didn’t lie about your sense of humor.”

That almost makes me wince. His words are too close, too personal. It’s like he knows me. I turn my. head, ready to cut through the uneasy beginning to get to the miserable middle if it brings me to the end faster.

“You’re here to torment me, not make small talk.” Turning had been a mistake. I regret it instantly. His expression is unforgiving--cold, sharp, and made up of only angles. But that’s not why I stare. I did not expect him to be objectively attractive. The fine slope of his nose, the sharpness of his cheekbones, and the ice blue of his eyes. I need to snap out of this mindset. I’m sure his beauty will not be so distracting when he’s burning me. “Though some might consider that the same thing.”

He scoffs again, the sound dry. The sneer of his lips does not diminish his attractiveness. The fact makes me loathe him. “I wonder if you’ll still be so prone to humor after you’ve been broken--any information of worth extracted from your thoughts.”

“Let me save everyone the trouble and just tell you everything that I know now.” My back straightens despite the pain in my ribs. I look pathetic, dirty and in a torn dress. He’s regal, dressed in fine, all black clothing. “I know that Mare wanted to kill you today, I know that she needed a distraction and that her distraction needed to be expendable, which is why I’m sitting in front of you.” I squeeze my hands together awkwardly, a bit of genuine irritation rolling in my stomach. “That’s literally all I know, I’m not even part of the Guard.” I scratch the back of my wrist. If I were him, I wouldn’t believe that, but I’m being honest. How pitiful can one person be that they’re worth more disconnected from the group they work for than as an actual member? “You don’t take that kind of risk for someone that’s only skill set is in thought.”

I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but I don’t regret it. Maybe he’ll think that my story is so pathetic it has to be true. “You have to know more than that.”

“The Scarlet Guard only reaches out to me on a need-to-know basis, and anything worthwhile to you is something I clearly didn’t need to know.” In a way, I’m glad I can’t give him anything. “So are you going to kill me with a bullet or do you prefer more flamboyant executions?” My death should be plain. I am human completely--I bleed red and I have no powers. “I do think anything more than a simple death is more trouble than I’m worth.”

His lips press together oddly, something beneath his expression tightening. “You don’t think your dearest friend will return for you?”

The sarcasm in his voice sparks something in me I thought only my sister could. “I think she has a lot of responsibilities and I wouldn’t blame her for having priorities.”

His eyebrows draw together. “I think you’re painfully unaware of how attached to you she is.” I press my lips into a thin line. “She’ll come for you.”

Something selfish in me hopes that he’s right. No one has ever wanted me enough to come back for me. My mother wanted perfect daughters that knew how to only think in terms of trapping men with stable careers. My sister did it, but I could never manage, and to my mother that made me useless.

“If you believe it,” I mumble beneath my breath.

I don’t know if he hears me. I can’t bring myself to care if he did. “For your sake, you better not have lied to me.”

My back relaxes against the raspy wall, fighting down a grimace as the motion irritates my rib injury. “Cross my heart, Your Highness.”

I watch him carefully, his expression turning into something much more grim. “A King is referred to as His Majesty.”

“My father was a prominent war general and my mother only wanted daughters she could use to social climb.” I fight down a grin. “I know what I said.”

His expression darkens into something bone chilling. “I am the King and you’ll refer to me as such or deal with even less pleasant circumstances.”

I fight against the urge to cower, picturing Mare’s strength in my veins. There’s weakness in everyone, and if I squint I can see the thin cracks in him. “You have everything--the crown, the power, the support of the people, and it’s still not enough. You won and you still feel like you’re competing.”

“You don’t know anything,” he seethes, practically growling.

I shouldn’t press him, but the more he reacts, the more weaknesses are revealed. “I know what it’s like to have a sibling that’s the sun, and no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, you’re always trapped in a shadow.”

The lighting makes his eyes look almost glazed over. “My mother will be here soon and the truth will be revealed.”

He can run from me, but not the truth. Cal has nothing, he has everything--the father that never cared for him is dead, and yet he’s still trapped. Our similarities hurt me more than my physical injuries.

Maven turns, his gaze moving off of me feels like the removal of heavy shackles. “It would do you well to not press me. You’re worth as much whole as you are broken.”

There’s the strangest hint of something more to his voice. I wonder if he’s speaking to more than just me. “You haven’t won until that voice in your head telling you that you’re not enough is silenced.”

“You’re a powerless girl who isn’t even wanted by a dying cause and couldn’t find a husband to drag her above the poverty line. You know nothing about me, and if you keep pretending I’ll slaughter you in front of your dear friend.”

He leaves without another word. I fall asleep with my back against the wall and my ribs aching.

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