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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."

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vamxxpire · 8 months

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Thundering Storm. (18+)

Mare Barrow x Tiberias "Cal" Calore VII

(AO3 | Masterlist)

Summary: A continuation of what happened in the woods. (Book 3: King’s Cage, Chapter 22.)

Warnings ⚠️: Mild Angst/Comfort, Traumatic response(?), very light dom/sub undertones if you squint, inexperienced, awkward-ish first times lol

Wc: 5k

A/n: Hii this is written in a way to mimic the series to make it seem like an actual chapter. So after the — — at the start, it’s transitioning into my own writing. The — — at the bottom being the end of it and going back onto the book. Ignore if my writing feels different / weird in here; The goal was to replicate the writing style of the books but also keep my own charm!!

His chest flushed beneath my palms, rising with reckless heat. His skin looks even paler next to mine. Using his teeth, he unlatched his flamemaker bracelets and tosses them into the undergrowth.

“Thank my colors for the rain,” he murmurs.

I feel the opposite. I want to burn.

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A rough hand of his continued to trail down my spine, tracing the scars adorning my back. Julian called them Lichtenberg scars, something about my blood bursting from electricity and heat. It was confusing at first to understand, but it made sense. The sounder device used my abilities against me, my own lightings. I still struggle with its pronunciation, but it felt nice to have a name to these wounds. They serve as a constant reminder of what’s happened over the last year, what I’ve had to endure to survive, and who I am. Not Mareena Titanos, or the lightning girl.

But Mare Barrow.

Despite the cold droplets of the storm, Cal’s hands remain a comforting warmth, and are quite easy to pick out where they settled on my body. Not like I’d ignore his touch any time soon.

The palm he had wrapped around my neck, an earlier attempt Cal made to soothe any worries or malicious thoughts of mine, edged my body closer to him. He loomed over me, eyes darting all over my face, taking in every detail as if I’d disappear any second. Both of my hands pressed over his chest, proving I wasn’t some dream. A palm laid flat against the uneasy thumping of his heart that betrayed the calm expression on his face.

I found myself doing the same. I searched his face for any hidden intentions, a habit I’ve formed over the the past six months imprisoned by Maven. No matter how much I try to convince myself I’m safe, to not read so much into actions and people, I continue to do it.

Yet, I find nothing; He remained true to himself, real and raw under my touch. His skin buzzed at my fingertips, and for a moment it reminds me of the electric pulse of the storm, but it was something deeper I can’t harness. It was a heat only I could find in Cal. It danced beautifully in rainfall, drowning out the sounds of pouring water and thunder.

Cal leaned closer into me, pulling me into a kiss. It felt different compared to this morning’s; Gentler, nervous. He squeezed his eyes shut, and I followed suit, feeling the warmth of his fingers tracing the bottom of my scars shift onto my waist in a slow motion. His palm gently nudged my the bottom half of frame forward, bodies pressed against one another. I shifted on my footing, opting to stand on the tips of my feet, reaching upwards for his touch.

My mouth opened, tongue cautiously darting out to lick at his bottom lip for something, asking for anything he would give me. Cal is quick to catch on to my message, instantly being met in kind with his own opening up and pressing against my lips. He answered eagerly, sucking gently on my tongue in a way that made me stutter in breath. My fingers trailed down his muscles, defined from years of training for the war. Quick digits founding the hem of his tight training pants, now drenched and clinging onto his body. Similarly to how I am.

Cal feels me pull at the waistband of his pants, and gasps into my mouth, pulling back from the kiss. My first instinct is to whine out, wanting to continue feeling him even as my lungs scream for air. But it is quickly replaced by worry. “Fuck. Sorry, too soon?” I asked breathlessly. Apologizing came naturally to me now, coming from a place of genuine concern. He shook his head, small droplets dripping from the tips of his hair. He flushed in silver, his blood color reaching the ends of his ears. I understood now, he’s nervous. And so was, my own blush creeping itself onto my face now.

“I just don’t know what to do.” He answered bluntly, a hint of worry in his voice. He was used to planning out things, mapping strategies. He is a born soldier, it was second nature for him to have a clear route. This wasn’t, and it made him embarrassed; Guilty from the lack of knowledge. I felt similarly, maybe for different reasons, but all the while the same.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, nodding briefly. “I can take off my pants too, if you want.” If. We both knew that word was unnecessary, the sizzling of water against his body was a clear indicator of what we both truly wanted. The heat radiating off him came in strong waves, and while it didn’t burn at my skin, I was grateful for the rain cooling us down enough.

Cal hesitantly nodded, excitement flickering in his eyes, a golden color that reflected his abilities. I pulled back my hands slowly, glancing briefly at my own training pants snuggly hugging at my curves from the rain. I brought my gaze back up to Cal, who intently watched me. I returned the favor, not breaking eye contact as I tugged at the lining of my bottoms, breaking the waist of them free and slowly pulling the fabric down. I didn’t bother to pull them all the way off, letting them sit on my calves as I bent down and brought myself up. I was already struggling pulling them with the weight of the damp material. I don’t want to imagine what it’s like putting them back on.

He swallowed down, jaw clenching as his eyes darted all over my figure, not knowing where exactly to settle themselves. Butterflies settled into my abdomen, and I realized he looked at me similarly the first time we met. It made me feel bare all over again.

He glanced at my crotch, dragging them up my figure and onto my breast, both clothed by black underwear and bra. For a brief second they eyed the spot where Maven’s burn mark original was. While painful, Sara burned at the skin again in order to properly heal it. It felt like a small victory, proof of no longer being in his chains. They finally landed on my face, but not for long. He looked elsewhere, looking everywhere but at me.

“Didn’t think you’d be so shy, Cal.”

His eyes snapped to me, “How can I not be? I’m not as bold as you, Barrow.” A lie, maybe. His voice came out barely above a whisper. As if he were afraid we would be caught if he talked any louder. The trees and sound of the howling wind disguised any trace we could possibly leave.

A half smile tugged at the corners of my lips, making you forget all about the embarrassment from earlier. Even now, the playful bantered continued. “Well. It’s your turn, isn’t it?” I looked down at his own tight pants, emphasizing my point. It did little to the imagination; What I assume is his length, was obviously strained against the wet article of clothing. Cal’s fingers on my waist twitched in response to my shameless eyeing, reluctantly pulling away from my waist. For a second I regretted it, missing the warmth of his hand. But any regret was quickly forgotten as I watched him pull it towards his body, rewarding me with a new sight of Cal pulling at the elastic material.

He stretched them down to the start of his knees, not reaching as far as I did since a hand remained occupied at my neck, spilling a soothing heat onto the skin. My breath hitched, eyes darting over his soaked underwear that matched in color with mine. My body didn’t dare to move, the hairs on it standing on point from the cold water. An electric current ran down my spine, drawing out the scarred tissue.

I didn’t get much time to ogle over the tent in front of me, as he pulled my face up, closer once more to his figure and directing my gaze to his blazing eyes.

“You stare so much.” He muttered lowly, face hovering dangerously close. I swallowed down a lump, trying to ignore the bubbling nervousness in my abdomen. “Same could be said about you. ‘How can I not?’ ” I repeated his words from earlier, though different. In response, he scoffed at me, a crooked smile forming.

“Looks like you’re missing quite a few lessons from Lady Blonos.” Cal hummed lowly and looked down at my lips while his free hand found itself back to its designated spot; Cradling my waist and pressing both our bodies flush. An electric current pumped in my veins, pulsing in time with my heart. I pulled eyes down to his own pair of lips. “Care to teach me, your highness?” I answered teasingly, feeling the his fingers twitch while he took the bait.

Cal was quick to pull me back into a kiss, his eyes closed. I followed suit, savoring how he riled me up. We were hungry, a type neither of us ever felt before unless it was from one another. That much was obvious, and didn’t need to be communicated. But after half a year of being starved of basic needs, of affection and tenderness, I felt desperate. Greedily, I wanted more; And Cal was no fool to the needs of mine, he felt it all the same. So when he pushed me against the dark oak behind me, I didn’t protest, answering with a groan at the sudden harshness. My hands separate from his torso as my mouth easily opened itself once more for him, never finding end to the delicious taste of his tongue. I trailed my palms down to my underwear, quickly pulling the fabric down to the mid of my thighs.

I pulled back for a gasp of air, trailing saliva connecting us, and took it as a chance to peek down. I swallowed down at the sight of his clothed groin pressed against my stomach, and looked back up at him, asking. His eyes searched me as well, and he nodded, giving me all the permission I need to continue.

I moved my gaze back down to his underwear, noticing my own was drenched in something else than rain. My face flushed, blood spreading itself quickly onto my cheeks. Quickly, I diverted my attention to Cal, and with shaky, twitching fingers, pried the hem of his underwear back. I dragged them down enough to spring his length free, gasping at the sight as it slapped against my stomach and warmed me up. He in turn hissed, what I imagine could be from my cool skin.

I felt my mouth drop and lungs stop taking in air, nervously eyeing his dick and its size. Cal squirmed under my staring, and I craned my neck back to stare at him with wide eyes. “Am I going to die?” I breathed out. His eyebrows furrowed together as he grinned, “Maybe. Try not to.” He joked, but quickly his expression softened. “We can take it slow, it uh— it doesn’t have to be today if you’re not ready.” Cal quickly added on. If. I hated the word, but it wasn’t like him to backtrack on his words. So I brought a hand up to his forearm, giving an enthusiastic squeeze.

“I want to.” I whispered, not breaking eye contact.

He stared back, silver blood paled his skin with a blush. “Right. Right, yeah, okay. I want to, too.” He mumbled to me, though it sounded that he was bracing himself more than assuring me. He was afraid for me.

I smiled at his sheepish nature, a new side I’ve never seen. I stood on my toes to wrap my hands around his neck, bringing Cal down for a quick peck at his lips. When I pulled back, I watched as he chased after me. He stopped when I began to slowly bring my kisses down to his jawline, eventually reaching his neck. When he sighed out in content and dropped his shoulders, I continued. “It’ll be okay. I’ll be okay. Just—“ My voice trailed off, bringing a leg up to wrap it around his waist. It doesn’t take much to understand where Im getting at, and without much effort he pulled me upwards, leaning me against the tree behind us. He pulled at one of the legs of my pants, freeing them and giving me free access to move them.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and Cal held my hips tightly, making sure I don’t fall or slip away from his grasp. I don’t think I ever will, not again. From this position, we could both see all. From the way our chests moved as we breathed, to the way our bodies joined together. If we were back in Norta, anyone would scream at the thought of the Prince, destined to be king, and the soon to be Princess, doing such scandalous things. Lucky we were in Piedmont. And both our destinies were no longer decided for one another.

I watched as his erection throbbed in between my legs, gulping down saliva that pooled in my mouth. He shifted my weight against the bark, taking advantage of how I had my arms around his neck, and legs tightly crossed across his hips. I know Cal would never drop me. That didn’t mean I wasn’t opposed of meeting the floor. Especially when I’m so bare and naked. For once, I hadn’t notice the lack of coziness of his hands as he quickly moved his fist to grasp at his length, swallowing down a grunt, faint enough to be drowned out by the rain. But not my ears. I watched in awe, not being able to tear apart my eyes from the action. And it felt neither could he, his gaze never moving as he began to line himself up against me.

Without moving his gaze, he squeezed lightly at my neck, checking in on me. Asking for permission once more. I eagerly squeezed at his own toned back, fingers tapping against the skin now as embarrassment bubbled itself back; It finally began to dawn in at the vulnerability, nakedness of it all. Yet the fire between us refused to be extinguished by mere emotions.

That was all he needed, and he glided his dick in between my folds, as it was practically drenched with slick. After a few testing thrusts, and surprising whines from my end urging him on, he finally pushed. My eyebrows scrunched together, feeling my heart skip a beat while I focused on the sensation of him stretching me. I bit back any sounds, nearly breaking the skin under my lip. Cal wasn’t so subtle in his reaction, hissing out and cursing under his breath as merely the tip being popped inside. His fist, originally grasped at the base, flew onto my hip and gripped tightly for some sort of stability.

“ ‘M gonna start moving.” He said for both our well beings. Even as he hadn’t moved yet, It was a burn I’ve never experienced before. It felt similar to his fire and my lighting, sending jolts down my legs, and up to the nape of my neck. Yet it remained new, the sparks that danced along my skin not being familiar to me, fed by something entirely different. It felt good, and it wasn’t even as close to starting.

While originally he faced a bit of resistance, after a brush of his thumb at my scars, I calmed down and eased up. I watched as Cal inched inside me, agonizingly slow. While he inched in an unbearable pace, it was overwhelming. I was feeling myself being stretched, the hum of the storm, and Cal’s fiery blaze all wrapped up uncomfortably around us. My mind raced with various thoughts all coming to dead ends or reaching pointless conclusions.

For once I felt graceful the exiled prince didn’t have his flamemakers, in fear of what it would be like to sense the true intensity of his flames. It was the thing that defined him. Without it, he was just like any other red trained soldier. No, that’s not right. Cal is Cal, with or without his abilities. No one will be able to take that away from him, or me.

With a groan pulled out of the both of us, Cal finally bottomed out; Joining our bodies together, hips flushed against one another. He stilled his movements, and I was thankful for the thousandth time these last two weeks. Small tears clouded my vision as I blinked rapidly, swallowing down air into my lungs that lost itself from the exchange. I dragged my face up, eyes finding Cal who was already staring at me. The world around us seemed to fade, leaving us the only two people existing as of right now. Finally, I understood what the scholars in Julian’s book were talking about, why the Gods cursed us. It wasn’t for our abilities, or because of silver blood, but for the sins of humanity. I felt every hint of them; Pride, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, and especially Lust, as I stared up at Cal.

A part of me wondered if he felt the same, or understood what nonsense wracked my brain. For a second it felt like he did, as if he were a Whisper and could read my thoughts. Though, he seemed to be in his own head instead. I nodded briefly, encouraging him on once I felt ready.

Albeit shaking, from the rain or something else, he pulled back his hips in the same tauntingly slow manner. Only to move his hips forward and flush against me; He was more understanding with the purposeful and gentle pace he set. The air around us felt intoxicating, all sound drowned out by our small grunts and moans. “Tell me if it’s too much.” He said abruptly through gritted teeth. I knew I wouldn’t have to. I wanted to feel it all, no matter how bad. I nodded anyways for his sake.

With no warning, he picked up the pace, his hips snapping harshly against mine. I struggled to breathe as the air was fucked out of my lungs, involuntarily digging my nails into the flesh of his back for some sort of support. A moan was dragged out from my throat, and I dug my head into the crook of his neck to shut myself up. The action only fueled Cal, like coal to a flame, and the intensity of his thrusting picked itself up. “Look at me,” I hear his voice muffled; Drowned out by my voice, the slap of skin, and thumping heart in my ears. But this doesn’t stop the words from bringing me back to Norta, to Maven when he had asked for my gaze, seconds before using the painful device on me. And for a second I panic, bolts jumping under the tips of my fingers begging to be released. His words bring me to the sounding device, making me hear the painful ringing in my ear.

I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to run away from my thoughts and sound. The storm on top of us rumbled with thunder, syncing up with my emotions as I began to hyperventilate. With a gentle but firm tug of someone’s hand deep into my hair, I’m pulled back to face something. I snap my eyes open and searched wildly, afraid. I quickly realized who brought me towards his face, making me look at him. And I felt grateful. It was still Cal.

Im safe; I’m safe; I’m okay. Repeated in my head. I could write the words with my eyes closed from how many times I’ve repeated them these last two weeks. But no matter how safe Piedmont was, how far away we were from Norta, Maven still had his claws deep into me. His brand, long gone, continued to burn under my collar. And while my body healed, my mind didn’t. As if sensing where my thoughts were going, he traced my scars with his thumb, slowly reaching his touch up to my cheek. This became a habit between the two of us. I panic, pulled into the dark place of my brain, and he pulls me back with simple touches that made the cold go away. “Hey,” He said with a hushed voice. I swallowed down, throat dry and vision blurred with tears I didn’t realize formed and were wetting my cheek. I pretend it’s just rain. “Hey.” I responded back, voice hoarse. His eyes flickered all over my face, studying it for the millionth time. He squeezed at my cheek, silently asking.

Are you okay?

I breathed heavily, I didn’t know the answer to the question, but still squeezed at his muscled back .

Yes.

After a moment given to control my breaths and calm down, he broke the sounds of our breathing. “Can I uh. Move?” He asks, and I’m pulled back into moment. I realize how tightly snug he fit into me, and how my body ached painfully for something else. Embarrassingly, I answered as soon as the words left his mouth. “ Yes.” I hissed, but it didn’t stop there. “Fuck Cal, please. I need it.” The prince wasn’t used to begging from me, neither was it. These months changed us. Though it seemed to have an effect on him, and I heard a shaky breath leave him. He gripped at my hair, tugging me back and making me groan mindlessly, clenching around his dick. His hips stuttered, and I watched as my actions indirectly pulled a low moan from him. He pulled me into a desperate, needy kiss. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve felt his lips today. Too focused on elsewhere, I returned the kiss sloppily, the feverish movements making it difficult to even keep my head straight.

I felt my mind swirl, and I squeezed my eyes shut again to concentrate on something, anything. But Cal wasn’t having any of it, he didn’t want to lose me again. “What are you thinking?” His voice beckons, and my eyes open to look at him. I hadn’t realized we stopped kissing. But I didn’t complain. The image of Cal itself almost finishes me, a coil tightly wrapping itself on my abdomen. It reminds me of the storm, close enough to feel it, but not quite there.

Cal stared at me with lidded eyes and blown out pupils, lips parted as he breathed heavily. It reminds me of when we shared a room back in Tuck. The words get caught in my throat, and after a particular thrust, I cried out. I searched for air, forcing myself to speak. “I don’t know.” I answered breathlessly. He dryly laughs, the grip at my hips tightening as he shifted, angling himself to fuck me better. It he weren’t holding me so tightly I think I would’ve broken apart, putty under his hot touch. “No Mare— Fuck. I mean. Do you feel good?” He paused in between words, catching his breath in the spaces with the occasional moan. As soon as I processed the words, my head snapped up and down, nodding. It was more than good, it made all of my senses fry, it didn’t feel enough yet it was too much. I couldn’t find the words, so instead my nails dug into his skin, dragging them back up painfully.

That was all he needed, a shiver rocked his body, and suddenly he was too caught up on me to entertain conversation. His movements became harsh, and with them his length jabbed at a particular spot that made the purple sparks of my electricity cloud my vision. My mouth fell slack, babbling nonsense as different kind of sounds left me. His movements were erratic, waves of pleasure hitting me harder every time. He leaned his face closer, teeth scraping against my cheek as silent words reached my ears. ‘I love you.’

Like a dam, I broke open. The cables of my abdomen was quickly becoming loose and springing around like a live wire, and all I could do was grab onto Cal; My anchor as I came. My walls squeezed at him without my knowing, and with a guttural groan from Cal, he quickly pulled out, with a twitch thickly spilling all over my stomach.

Fireworks continued to spark behind my eyes, not noticing the sudden emptiness. My body shook, jolting from the intensity of my orgasm. Sounds of our heavy breathing and gasping filled the air, still humid from rain. The storm was beginning to pass as it didn’t pour so heavily, indicating it’ll soon only be the two of us left.

I blinked rapidly, hauling Cal into view through teary eyes. I watched as his chest moved up and down with quick, shallow breathes. He laid his forehead against mine, the tips of our noses touching as we didn’t dare to stop looking at one another, afraid it could all be a dream. But we were both here, and very much real. I rubbed at his shoulders, feeling the traced shapes he drew into my skin.

After what felt like hours of crying and Cal brushing away my weeping with the back of his hand, muttering sweet words of encouragement and praise; He slowly moved me down from the tree. He held me steady until my feet touched the ground. Even then, he continued to hover his hands over my waist and neck, afraid I’d break apart, and I almost do, my knees buckling as I stood on wobbly legs. I was thankful for the rain, as it washed away the evidence of his orgasm on my stomach, and the remains of my sobs. The hand tracing at my neck scars trailed up my jaw, then chin, and he cupped at it softly, making me look up.

Too exhausted to speak, we opted to communicating wordlessly, a fun game. He kissed my forehead, ‘thank you’. Then pressed another at the top of my head, out of worry. I grinned sheepishly, kissing back at his collarbone and leaning into his touch. I pressed at his biceps, kneading the muscle. With a long drag from his arm to his side; I relished the last shiver I’ll pull out of him, for now. My fingers trailed until they bumped at his underwear, tugging his semi hard length back into its containment. I watched Cal grimace, and I burst out laughing. Speaking came too easy for us now.

“It’s cold.” He grumbled, for the first time his rough palm left my neck, both his hands trailing down my sides to grab at my underwear. He began pulling it up to cover at my bits, returning my gesture. My eyes narrowed, smiling at the complimentary actions.

“Water never sat well with the Prince of Fire, did it?” I answered back slyly , pulling up my training pants and and looking around for my shirt.

He pulled up his own bottoms, picking at his flamemaker bracelets he had previously discarded nearby. With a click, they latched onto his wrist, and he flexed his fingers. “I wouldn’t mind it if it meant we’d get to do this more often.” He answered nonchalantly, though I could hear the mischievous smirk from his tone.

I flushed, blood pooling at my face, and I bit at my tongue to hold whatever response was ready leave me. If I had it my way and didn’t know better, I would beg him to shove me against the tree for a second round. Instead, I shrugged, fighting back a snort and losing. I grabbed at my drenched shirt and twist it, watching as the water fell onto the grassy earth. “I’ll make sure to track the next storm then.” I joked back, making him pale with a blush. Now it was my turn to sneer as I pulled the wet shirt over my frame. I huffed, scrunching my eyebrows at the familiar feeling of cut skin at my back, probably from the oak tree.

As he stretched, I saw the same reaction be pulled from Cal. His eyebrows knit together, confused, lips forming a thin line. “Fuck Mare.. how bad did you claw at me?” He muttered, turning for me to view. I gasped softly at the state. Silver blood trailed down his back, long scratch lines and cuts dragging themselves on his back and over his shoulder. Despite it being his blood, the sight was oddly erotic. Blood trailed around his muscles and made them pop out. Bringing up my wrists, I looked at my fingers, finding faint metallic color on the tips.

I held back a giggle. “This is going to be awkward for Sara.” I bent down to grab at his shirt, and wrung out the water, handing it over once it felt dry enough. I moved my hands to repeat the action towards my dark hair adorned with grey curls, squeezing the water out. He smiled at me, pulling the top over his head and wincing at the cold fabric against wounds. “Not if we don’t get her to heal us. I’d love to keep these.” He winked at my direction, now it was my turn to turn away from him; Starting to walk as my face and ears felt hot at the implication.

Cal barked out a genuine laugh, jogging to catch up to me. “For the person who made the first move to fuck in the woods, you are easily embarrassed, Barrow.” He said lowly. I turned my face to glare at him, my grin betraying my look. “Whatever. You were shaking as if a Shiver touched you.” I scoffed, looking ahead as we made our way out of the woods. His own grin reached his eyes, narrowing happily.

His look shifted over to my curls, and he stifled a noise by bitting his bottom lip. “C’mere, you have something stuck in your hair,” Cal reached a lazy hand over, and began to pull out green vegetation from the tree out of me.

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I refuse to go back to the row house covered in mud, and due to Cal’s oh-so-inconvenient living quarters, I can’t clean off his barracks unless I feel like sharing the showers with a dozen other soldiers. He picks leaves out of my hair as we walked towards the base hospital, a squat building overgrown with ivy.

"You look like a shrub," he says, sporting an almost-manic smile.

“That's exactly what you're supposed to say."

Cal nearly giggles. "How would you know?"

"I— ugh," I deflect, ducking into the entrance.

#victoria aveyard #red queen #red queen series #book series #glass sword #king’s cage #mare barrow #tiberias vii calore #cal calore #red queen fanfic #marecal #calmare ?#I don’t know their ship name lol

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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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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.

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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.

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