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ball-of-butter · 2 months

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i love that red queen puts family as the chief unit of love even above true romantic love like that for some reason is SO overrated in ya media. i dont think of the characters within friendship or romantic groups first, i unconsciously catergorise them into their family.

cal loves mare but cal will put maven first always and he loves his dad and his image so much he’s willing to sacrifice his character and relationship with her to fulfil the expectations set by his family and its not until realising what his MOTHER wanted for him that he lets go. and mare loves cal but she will always put her siblings and parents first which is why everything started with gisa and shade’s loss and it ended with her sister and the loss of her brother too. maven loves mare but he loves elara more even if she twisted him and elara loves maven more than the entire kingdom and thats why she twisted him. and elara couldn’t enact her plan to make maven king without getting rid of his love for cal first!! when shade gets killed mare HAS to kill elara because that is the only way she can make sure her pain is even with at least one person.

cameron does everything for her brother’s safety, she was willing to abandon her morals and dehumanise anyone standing in her way if thats what needed to happen. and after morrey was safe she quit— nothing was worth losing herself over except him. farley and shade’s love was so pure that it brought life and family to the farleys who were already broken with the grief of being halved. their love brought a daughter named after the death of the woman that destroyed the family, and it was so healing.

and that is what KILLS me about the samos family!!! that compared to all this unconditional loyalty— the samos family is a continuous act of playing at love and loyalty, when in reality volos and larentia could not care less about their children because they dont know how to. silver society never showcases this love and so then you have so many parents fucking up their kid in so many ways but doing it out of love because thats how they see it— all except volo and larentia.

so the samos family is an exception. i cant think of evangeline without thinking of elane and ptolemus and i cant think of ptolemus without thinking of evangeline and wren. thats their family. and at least evangeline and ptolemus experienced real love with each other, even if they were never taught it (evangeline’s fear over shade’s death was proof that she could imagine a world without him and it was one of the few times she was genuinely scared in the series).

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imjulia-andilikecats · 8 months

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How would it be if Maven was the eldest brother? I'm really curious 🤔. Imagine him being crown prince but people would probably like Cal more because of his strategic mind and charismatic personality. The thing that I'm wondering is, how would Maven's personality be? How would that affect his relationship with his parents?

Jon: *moves chair 2 inches to the left*

Good question, I will now dump my mind vomit on you but in a sorta sorted kind of way.

First of all, how would Maven be the older Calore and Cal being the younger Calore play out?

In this timeline, Tiberias VI married Elara after she was selected in the Queenstrial.

Their marriage is very formal and loveless, but they don't resent each other (yet.) A year later, Maven was born. He was described as, "A small, pale child with striking blue eyes and a small tuft of dark curls sprouting at the top of his head. His face scrutched up in anger, sqealing at the hands of the midwife. The little prince only silencing once the Queen held him against her breast. "

The birth of his son brought Tiberias VI with satisfaction and relief. In addition, he could finally be with the woman he longed desired, which was Coriane of House Jacos.

It was a surprise to most of the people in court of the King's choice of consort. As Coriane was a simple beauty from a small house.

Elara did not appear upset with his choice of lover as they already have a son and heir. Seeing her as a toy for her husband to use and be bored of soon.

Coriane and Elara were rarely seen attending the same event or speaking to each other casually. Which was enough proof that neither women were fond of each other.

In less than two years, Tiberias VI and Coriane's love bloomed into a baby boy, named Cal Jacos. "Cal was a large, fat baby with cheeks as plump as apples, eyes as bright as embers and a laughter that echoed warmly through his mother's heart. The jolly child was filled with energy, his hands reaching for his father's fingers, a pround smile spread across his face."

Maven and Cal's Childhood

Crown Prince, Maven Merandus Calore, was four years old when he first meet his half-brother, Cal Jacos, who was only two years old at that time.

It was an amusing site, seeing the younger Calore follow his older brother. His chubby hands outstretched, excitedly waiting for a hug.

The young prince, awkwardly held his baby brother's hand, lightly shaking it in greeting. The awkward gesture made the young Calore chuckle in glee, wrapping his short, chubby arms around his older brother.

In response, Maven patted his head, not knowing what else to do.

Maven and Cal's childhood dynamic is something you would compare to a Leader and Follower relationship. Maven likes talking and telling people what to do and Cal was an obedient child,so he does what his older brother say, cause it makes him happy and it makes Cal happy.

Maven plans a prank on one of his teachers, he then uses Cal to do the dirty work. Since Maven was the crown prince and Cal was an adorable toddler, they only got a light tap on their wrists or no reprecussion at all.

Their relationship was not perfect but they were content.

The First Crack

As time passes, each boy started to develop their own interest. Maven under the guidance of his mother, has shown great understanding in court politics and is an eloquent speaker. Earning endless praise from his teachers and other lords and ladies in court.

Cal, although baring only his mother's name and held no royal titles, was still given the same lessons and training as Maven. Elara was not pleased with her husband's decision. Wasting time and resources on her son's little servant. Her disapproval echoed on her son, who was annoyed at his father for doing so and felt jealous that his father is more involved with Cal's education.

Cal is a fast learner. Quickly pick up the day's lesson and eagerly studying for the next. If he finds a lesson being challenging for him. He would approach his mother, his Uncle Julian and his older brother Maven for help (Maven likes being asked for answers, it makes him feel smart, but sometimes he would slam the door at Cal).

The Cracks Widen

Years past, both boys started to take on more difficult lessons, as well as physical training. With each honing their specialized skill.

Maven with his sharp wit and clever words. Could neutralize disagreements in court and set terms that were mostly favorable to him.

Cal with his strategic mind combined with his physical strength earned him praise from the other Silver elites and a satisfied nod from their instructor.

Even Prince Maven, never earned one or even a raised brow from him.

One day, Rane Arven wanted to see which was the stronger Calore. Maven insulted to be paired with someone younger and less experienced. Cal was nervous but eager, to prove himself.

Their sparing commenced, Maven taken on the offensive, throwing fireballs at Cal, nearly burning his little brother's brows in the process. Cal in turn, dodged each one with calculated steps, each move got him closer and closer to Maven, til he corned his older brother and burned his shoulder.

Maven fell to his knees with pain, his burnt suit sticking to his skin, adding to the scorching pain.

"Healer!" Prince Maven yelled to anyone.

But no one moved, even their instructor. Even Cal.

"Send me a healer! Are you deaf, Arven?" Maven hissed at his instructor, gripping his arm, covered in burns and was starting to drip blood.

"Did your little brother broke your legs as well, my prince?" Rane asked flatly

Maven fell silent. His pale cheeks turning a bright silver, as his looked somewhere else. "No."

"Then you can walk yourself to the infirmary, your highness." Their instructor motioned his hand towards the exit.

Maven stood with unsteady legs.

"Maven." Cal called out to him, his voice a laced with guilt. "Let me-"

Cal's sentence cut shot, as Maven turned towards him. Blue eyes glaring through his black curls, mouth twisting in a bitter snarl. They stared at the each other for a moment. Then Maven walked away.

"Cal Jacos." Cal looked up to his instructor.

"Yes?" His voice unsure, not knowing what to expect.

Rane Arven's usual plain face decorated with a half-smirk.

"Well done." His voice echoing through the training room. The echoes reaching Maven's ear.

Through the Years

As the Calore boys grew into their strengths. So was the distance. They barely talk to each other. Maven finding ways to prevent his brother from approaching him. Surrounding himself with his crownies from house Arven, Merandus and Samos.

Even if it was only Maven and Cal, the older Calore did little to hide his annoyance. Making snide remarks about his name, his mother and his strange uncle.

Cal, although hurt from his older brother's words, still hoped that they would still get along.

The Front

Both Calores were sent to Corvium, where they see first hand the on-going war between Norta and the Lakelands.

Maven having not much interest in war strategy, struggled in the Choke. To add insult to injury, he watched as his little brother charmed most of the soldiers and military personels with his brilliance.

His time at the Choke only made tolerable with the presence of his new found friend. Thomas.

However, due to the explosion caused by a Lakelander assassin. Prince Maven had to travel back to Whitefire palace. The king and queen, worry for their heir's safety.

Which left Cal in the front. As he grew into a fine soldier and a vital part in Norta's military strength.

Cal Jacos was given titles and medals for his contributions, but a letter was handed to him by a high ranking general.

Coriane Jacos, his mother, was gone.

The Final Straw

Consort Coriane's mysterious death cause a strong ripple of grief to those who loved her and was loved by her.

Cal stayed in his bedchamber for hours on end. Barely talking.

On the other hand, Prince Maven although was not close to the late Consort, he still visited Cal in his room. So he could talk to him, console his little brother. He knew how it felt to lose someone dear to him and that kind of grief broke him.

After so many years, they were together again, even for a moment.

A few weeks after Coriane's burial. The King held a small banquet with his family and close advicers.

Cal was seated closer to his father than the standard protocal. Which puzzled Maven and alarmed Elara.

Tiberias Calore VI, in honor to his beloved consort. The love of his life, annouced Cal Jacos' legitimacy before the small court.

In the king's drunken grief, he unknowingly severed the string he had with his older son and heir. Causing a stain in Maven's competency as future king and a power struggle between brothers.

Start of Red Queen Timeline

Over a year, since Cal becoming a legitimate son of house Calore.

The bond between brother was nearly gone. Maven shown blatant dislike towards his little brother. When they are alone together. Maven never fails to point out Cal's flaws, how gullible he is and comparing him to a lap dog who was eager to please.

In public events, Maven would pretend to be a loving and caring brother. Who under the facade of a perfect older sibling, still manage to deliver backhanded remarks that only Cal and a few of Maven's crownies would understand.

Maven's cruel words, his mother's death and his father's expectations slowly took a toll on Cal's self-esteem. Even with Cal being half a head taller than Maven and larger in built. He still moved quietly and carefully around him. Keeping his mouth shut, as he fear that he might say or do something that he might regret.

However cold Maven was, Cal never stopped hoping that they will be brothers again.

As Maven took on the role of his father's unofficial adviser. His focus gearing towards ending the growing rebel group that was slowly becoming a nuisance to the crown. His father, still in his druken grief, only cared for the war between the Lakelanders and invested more on his little brother's plans.

While Maven was busy trying to reason with their father. Cal was busy, going out at night to see the small red villages and bumping into a curious looking girl with stealthy hands.

How the First Book would play Out in this Dynamic

After Mare's shocking entrance. Mare was presented to the royal family. Tiberias wanting her dead and any footage of her erased. While Elara reasoned that Mare might be of use to them in the long run. Which spared her for now.

Maven chimed in that Cal should wed her, since he was the reason she fell in the shield in the first place. Cal only looked away, embarassed. While Mare glared at Maven for his suggestion.

In a short period, the young Prince Cal, started to develop deep feelings for Mare.

Mare felt attraction towards him as well, but knows that he can't find out that she is with the Scarlet Guard.

Maven and Elara are aware of her being part of the Scarlet Guard. Not because Maven pretended to be her friend. Elara simply read her mind and wanted to gather as much information from Mare, about the scarlet guard and newbloods.

If we are still going for a Love Triangle

Maven annoyed with his fiancée, Evangeline Samos and his father still disregarding his advices.

Prince Maven decided to take it out on his little brother, who was clearly smitten with Mare.

Maven pretended to befriend Mare, in the hopes of making his brother jealous because "he was given everything and he didn't deserve any of it."

Mare at first was cautious, given he was the son and heir to the throne and dislikes him, for his obvious resentment towards Cal.

But Maven played the stressed older brother, whose achievements gets overshadowed by his younger brother.

Mare understood the feeling all too well and they bonded over that.

Maven, overtime, started to appreciate Mare's spontaneous nature and he likes how genuine Mare is around him. He starts to see why his brother is attracted to her.

Mare and Cal got along well, and you know for a fact that they would sneak around to dance.

Mare likes Cal, enough that it made each letter, each Scarlet Guard meeting more diffucult to seat through.

Once the Scarlet Guard attacked, Mare quickly snuck away and went into hiding. After the damage done, Maven finally convinced his father into getting rid of the Scarlet Guard.

Maven would command Cal in organizing a search and arrest of Mare Barrow and other Scarlet Guard members. As well as secretly searching for newbloods like her, to turn into weapons for war.

Cal would then track down Mare, with the hopes of convincing her to leave the Scarlet Guard and come back to him.

Mare, Farley, Shade and the other newbloods manage to go as far as breaking into Corros prison where Maven held the newbloods. (No Silver Elites since Maven is the rightful heir in this timeline.)

Mare and the others manage to free most of the newbloods. However, Shade gets killed by Ptolemus and Mare gets capture, as she try to hold off the Sentinels while the others escape.

The conflict between the Calore brother rises, as the other would disagree on how their prisoner will be treated. Cal would prefer "talking" her out of being a rebel and Maven would threaten her for more information while having "tense" moments with her, since he is still attracted to her.

Mare on the other had will be stubborn and only hope that she'll get rescued soon.

#red queen #mare barrow #glass sword #war storm #king's cage #cal calore #maven calore #old meme #random #tiberias vii calore #coriane jacos #julian jacos #elara merandus #tiberias vi #the calore brothers #rane arven #evangeline samos #ptolemus samos #red queen ask

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boykingmaven · 1 month

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Powerless ( Lauren Roberts ) PLAGIARIZED Red Queen

LAUREN ROBERTS PLAGARIZED TF OUT OF AVEYARD !!! Detailed explanation and evidence below !

From the world building , to the scenes, to the character traits. She didn’t miss a thing !! I got so angry while reading this book. 80% of this book was written by aveyard, and the other 20% was stolen from Ms Suzanne Collins herself. At this point it isn’t inspiration when you have THIS MANY similarities & straight up plot lines copy & pasted.

I’ll give you a book description, you tell me if it’s red queen or powerless:

Poor girl is a thief for a living, and has a little sister that is a seamstress. Poor girl meets one of the princes by stealing coins from their pockets. (She thought he was a normal guy, but found out later exactly who he was)

After a public event witnessed by many people, Poor girl from the slums is invited to live in the castle. There are two Prince brothers, one is the heir , the other is the spare and they’re both pining for her.

One brother (the one she stole from) asks her to the ball, while the other brother whisks her away in the middle of the night for a private dance lesson to teach her how to dance with his brother.

Girl decides to join a rebel organization while living in the castle. The rebel organization is led by people who don’t have any magical abilities as a way to take down the oppressive monarch who only values citizens with magical abilities. While at the actual ball, a rebel organization BOMBS it.

At the castle, there is also a “mean girl” who is pining for these brothers and treats the FMC like crap.

Towards the end of the book, the main character is stuck in an arena fighting for her life. The rebel organization bombs this as well! Thus giving her the ability to escape the castle and the escape arrest for working with said rebel organization. The main character is also exposed for being a “red/ordinary”.

Finally, the story comes to a close with the brother ( who she went to the ball with) turns on her and orders her to be hunted down.

(Yes, the correct answer is BOTH, because these things happen in the exact same order in BOTH books!!!) 🤡

*I would also like to include that both worlds feature a genetic mutation in SOME humans which ended up giving them magical ability.

>In red queen we have “silvers” who have silver blood and special abilities, the “reds” have red blood and the peasants of society

>In Powerless we have the “plague” which made people sick, some got powers (the elites) , some stayed normal (the peasants of society).

>Mare is a red blood individual who pretends to be a “silver” in order to survive in society and at the end is exposed for being “Red/Normal”

>Paedyn is a ordinary who has to pretend she has powers to survive amongst society and at the end is exposed for being “Ordinary/Normal”.

In red queen, The silvers also do not have babies or intermix with the reds as they want to keep their bloodline pure and powerful, and do not want magic diluted.

In Powerless, the Powerful Elites kill or deport their ordinary people who did not develope powers because they want to keep their bloodlines pure and powerful , and do not want magic diluted.

#powerless #lauren roberts #victoria aveyard #red queen #mare barrow #mare x maven #paedyn gray #maven calore #cal calore #evangeline samos #ptolemus samos #plaigarism #kings cage

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fueledpurelybyspite · 1 year

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The gorgeous zolita as evangeline samos: a concept

A lesbian icon playing a lesbian icon

Edit: so a sweet user made me aware of the fact that @vaveyard actually confirmed Evangeline to be East-Asian. I haven't really been active in the redqueen fandom in a while so I had no idea she'd mande a post about it. (You can find the original post in the notes)

I'll keep this as a fun fancast, just be aware that it'not accurate.

If someone comes to mind who would actually embody her better you can share it in the comments!

- have a good day and stay safe♡

#zolita #evangeline samos #elane haven #red queen #maven calore #mare x maven #mare barrow #mare x cal #victoria aveyard #vaveyard #kings cage #glass sword #ptolemus samos

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mavenne · 3 months

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#red queen #maven calore #mare barrow #cal calore #evangeline samos #ptolemus samos #julian jacos #coriane jacos #gisa barrow #iris cygnet #tiora cygnet #elane haven #mariella haven

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swiftiemoon222 · 1 year

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evangeline samos we stan

#evangeline samos #house samos #red queen series #red queen #victoria aveyard #mare barrow #cal calore #maven calore #iris cygnet #kilorn warren #ptolemus samos #elane haven #shade barrow #diana farley #wlw books

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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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dehliadelights · 11 days

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shoutout to ptolemus samos for being the ultimate wingman. dude literally foregos any romantic relationship of his own so he can marry his sister's girlfriend so evangeline can marry cal and become future queen. what a guy.

#ptolemus samos #evangeline samos #elane haven #red queen

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northernember · 1 year

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“I don’t want to kill you, Ptolemus. I don’t want to do this”

Another scene redrew, I’ve been rereading the series again, and between that and the new collectors addition being released next month, it has me Firmly by the throat

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#red queen #glass sword #kings cage #war storm #red queen series #tiberias vii calore #cal calore #ptolemus samos #tw blood #my art #love watching two former friends fight to the death

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auroraaeri · 3 months

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1. Crown

Steel Heart

Summary: Lada participates in Queenstrial, despite her lack of interest. However, she does meet someone interesting after the fact.

Notes: ugh, first chapter. I do not enjoy this or many of the other starting chapters very much, but I am sticking to my decision of no editing! Read chapter one of Steel Heart under the cut.

Lada has no intention of winning the crown, but she participates in Queenstrail nonetheless. If only to impress her parents. Not to mention, the princes were not the only eligible bachelors in the crowd. Lada’s eyes scan the crowd, looking for a future husband or perhaps a future lover to hide away. Her eyes barely lingered on whatever girl was showing off in the arena, never even glancing at the princes many girls seemed to be hopelessly in love with.

Lada had come to terms with the fact that she was never going to win Queenstrial. Her and her sister had determined that the winner would be Evangeline Samos. House Samos was noticeably favored by the royal family. Lada’s house was unfortunately not a fan favorite, which did lessen the anxiety surrounding her Queenstrial performance.

Lada’s eyes eventually found Princes Cal and Maven, but they didn't stay long. It was her turn to show off to everyone in the crowd.

Lada was stuck in a small waiting room with the other Queenstrial girls, watching the small screen on the opposite side of the room carefully. Evangeline was up, and Lada was ready to see how she was going to annoy her today. She watches the arena shift around the silver haired girl, making Lada very glad she wasn’t in there.

However Lada’s mood changes when she notices a red mass heading straight for the electric shield. A few younger girls in the room averted their eyes, but she kept watching, ready to see how the royals would cover this up. To her surprise the camera focused in on the red girl hurling straight to her doom. Lada bites her lip, extremely confused on why they would focus on this event. Her question is answered when the red girl doesn't fry on contact, instead surviving the shield.

The girl stood in front of Evangeline, the electrical shield having seemingly dissipated. Evangeline hurls metal at the distraction but as the red girl puts up her hands, sparks melted the metal in front of her, and the cameras cut out. Lada stays silent, watching the black screen in hopes of it coming back on again. She watches for as long as possible, until she is escorted out by sentinels.

“What do you think happened, I mean, with that red girl?” Miya askes Lada. The two were together in Lada’s room, sitting on her bed as they talk. “I wouldn't be surprised if she was never seen again, I just wonder how they are going to explain it away,” Lada shrugs, braiding a few strands of her hair absentmindedly.

“Well besides that,” Miya sighs dramatically as a way to switch topics, “did anybody in the crowd catch your eye? I know there were a few staring at you.” “Nobody really stood out,” Lada says, her eyes wandering from the hair between her fingers to her sister. “If I'm being completely honest, I'm not looking for anyone right now.”

“Why? You do realize you can get married and still have a life?” Miya says, staring at Lada with the look of a slightly disappointed mother. “Depends on the guy,” Lada shrugs again, undoing her braid if it means avoiding eye contact.

“There's still hope you can marry Cal, don't you like him? I'm sure he would let you go off and fight with him.” Miya suggests Lada quickly dismiss the idea with a laugh, “Are you kidding me, I have no chance. Evangeline has the royals wrapped around her finger, I'm sure she's their first choice,” Lada leans backwards, falling into her bed. “We'll find out tomorrow night what your fate is,” Miya says before leaving. Lada sighs as she closes her eyes, quickly embracing sleep.

Lada sits calmly with her family, talking idly while sipping on whatever alcohol was placed in front of her. Tonight she wears a dress covered in violet silk and shimmering gemstones. Her dress shimmers every time she moves, making pride swell up inside of her. Or perhaps that was just an effect of the alcohol.

Lada stops talking with her sister when the King starts speaking. Her eyes travel across the crowd to look at the King, but she catches something far more interesting. Ptolemus Samos is staring right at her. When their eyes met his eyes quickly moved to the King, and Lada scoffed to herself. She turned her attention to the King, who was someone of far more substance.

Lada doesn't stay focused for long however, quickly racking her mind for anything she could remember about Ptolemus Samos. She vaguely remembers a sparring match the two had a few years ago, but other than that the two had barely interacted. She certainly didn't have enough interaction to warrant his weird staring problem. She brushes it off as she focuses back on the King.

As Lada and Miya had expected, Evangeline Samos was going to marry Cal. However, what Lada and Miya had not expected was that the Red girl who had fallen into the electric shield was going to marry Maven. The Red girl was apparently Mareena Titanos, long lost daughter of deceased General Ethan Titanos.

Lada celebrated the newfound engagements with everyone else before going back to her food and drinks. Before she could calmly resume drinking the night away, her eyes met with Ptolemus Samos. His staring seemed to be a reoccurring problem. She allows a smirk to envelop her face before winking at him. She watches as he downs his drink before both of them return to their families.

Lada was attending a sort of after party. Her and plenty of other members of the High Houses were there, enjoying drinks and conversation as they continued to celebrate the winners of Queenstrail. Not like the winners were even there, the two girls having left with the royals a long time ago.

Lada had taken to chatting and dancing with many of the High House members, lords and ladies alike. But one person always seemed to catch her eye. Ptolemus Samos, the man who was staring at her earlier, was also there. He hadn’t looked at her since she caught him, she figured he was embarrassed and was avoiding her. However Lada didn’t take kindly to being ignored. She took another sip of her drink to give her some sort of boosted confidence and slowly began walking over to the man, who sat by himself at his family’s table. He had been abandoned throughout the night, the rest of his family leaving one by one except for a few cousins who were strewn about the hall.

Ptolemus seemed startled when Lada sat down next to him. She quickly sets her drink in front of her before turning to face him, holding her head in her hand. She let all notion of etiquette fall away as whatever she was drinking took over.

“Well hello there Samos-Ptolemus is it? Seems you and I have a lot to catch up on given your newfound staring problems,” Lada laughs dryly, noting Ptolemus effortlessly proving her point as he stares at her. Not that she could blame him. She had changed into a tighter evening gown, a more matured and shapely silhouette than what she had earlier. The dark purple easily complements her dark hair and pale blue eyes. The deep v in the neckline doing its job at drawing people's attention.

Ptolemus swallowed slowly and tore his eyes upwards to meet Lada’s. “I do apologize for my earlier behavior. I hope you can forgive me,” He stretches his hand towards hers, and Lada notices his smile widen as she places her hand in his. He places a gentle kiss on her hand before releasing it, and Lada curses herself as heat travels up her neck. She blames it on the alcohol.

“Well I suppose I could put it behind me,” Lada says quietly as she takes another sip, leaning in closer to test the waters. “But I must ask, what was it that you were staring at?” She notices Ptolemus almost shrink back into his seat. For all of the rumors about him, she did not expect him to be so taken aback by a little teasing.

“Well I’m sure you know the rumors of your beauty, I was simply seeing if they were true,” Ptolemus says quickly, sitting straighter in his seat. Lada watches him carefully, he seemed proud of covering himself so quickly, but she wasn’t done with him yet. “And are they?” She turns her eyes away from him and to the glass in front of her, quickly taking another sip, this time a larger one. He took a bit longer to respond this time, possibly thinking over how to say it poetically instead of like a school child.

“I cannot deny the rumors, but I was more enamored by your ability in the arena,” Ptolemus says, a false smirk covering his face. “Oh.. that,” Lada replies dryly, her face falling. “I mean it’s not every day you see someone as beautiful as you who is also a talented fighter.” He took a drink from his own glass, seemingly joining in the same method Lada had taken to. A little bit of alcohol to loosen up the stress.

Lada turns back to Ptolemus, setting her glass back down. “It’s just ages of training, nothing really amazing about that,” She laughs, resting her head on her hand again. “Not everyone can do what you do there, no matter how much training they have. It’s an admirable trait,” He smiles back at her, and Lada can't help but smile as well.

“I suppose you’re right,” Lada leans back into her chair. The conversation became oddly quiet, Lada watching as Ptolemus considered speaking again. Eventually Lada downs the rest of her drink and leans into him.

“Let’s dance.” Lada had been thinking over her choice for the last minute or so before deciding to let her confidence do the talking. She extends a hand to Ptolemus, but to her surprise he stands up, taking her with him. The song playing was slow, perfect for some imperfect slightly drunk waltzing. Ptolemus guides her into position, which Lada was glad for since she couldn’t muster up the brain power to do it herself.

Ptolemus leads her around to the beat of the music, allowing her some much deserved time to look him over, staring as he had done to her earlier. His silver hair almost long enough to reach his shoulders, which was something Lada was most definitely a fan of. He was just slightly taller than her, and she could feel the defined muscle under his clothes. Her eyes eventually made their way up to his dark gray ones again, and at that moment he flashed her a smirk which caused a silver flush to quickly envelop her cheeks.

Ptolemus and Lada danced together for a while, before Lada’s sister whisked her away. When the two were back at their palace apartment Miya immediately started asking questions. “So who was the handsome guy you were dancing with?” Miya follows Lada into her bedroom. “Ptolemus Samos, he’s been staring at me all day so I went over and talked to him. Then we danced for a while and that’s it,” Lada says, seemingly uninterested. Even though she was far more interested than she was letting on to her sister.

“That’s it? You danced with a very handsome man and that's it?” Miya huffs, clearly looking for something far more substantial. “Do you have a problem with that?” Lada smiles innocently, silently celebrating when her sister left the room. She collapses onto her bed, hoping that maybe Ptolemus and his rampant staring problem would visit her in her dreams.

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king-maven-calore · 2 years

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Oh please, please, please share your headcanons for ptolemus and wren. They're my faves and I'm starved for content of any kind lol!

My time has come...

Ptolemus has a lot of tattoos. He's a relatively chill dude, not like hyper violent at all times. If his first reaction is to resort to aggression, it is because that's how he was raised. Not as much of a misanthropist as his sister in the beginning of the books, but since he doesn't gain any further alliances (other than those close to his heart) by the end of them, he does end up surpassing her. Grows restless when bored, but he's easily entertained by casual human cruelty. Lots of bro type buddies but the only one he can stand and respects is Cal. (Yes, I'll push my Cal/Tolly bros agenda to the grave bc it's ridiculous VA didn't give Cal friends wtf. Also bc of ~angst~ and ✨drama✨ purposes) Reformed manwhore. When they were children he would nick his finger or scrape his knees on purpose to have an excuse to talk to Wren.

"You know my mom/uncle/cousin could heal this way faster, right?" she would ask, struggling to perform the most basic things since her powers hadn't "bloomed" yet.

Tolly would just stare dumbly at her and try to act tough like. "You were the closest I could find 🙄. Work faster." And add a "Please 🥺" after she gives him a cut the bullshit look.

Enter Wren, deeply compassionate but bound by duty for better or for worse (at least at the beginning). Academic queen. Despite growing up in the silver court, she resents the excess of violence they indulge in. Good friends with Elane. If she wasn't naturally a healer she might have made a good spy because she's great at picking up details and reading people. Not a fan of Ptolemus whole macho act. Doesn't bat an eyelash when he aggressively flirts with her as they grow older, or at his finely crafted attempts at seduction. Like cornering her against a bookshelf and reaching a book for her while looking at her with the full force of his panty-dropper gaze.

"Anatomy, uh? Need help to study that? I may know a perfect specimen of the male sex 😏."

To which she replies without batting an eyelash. "I already have a corpse on the dissecting table, thanks." Ducks under his arm and goes away. But secretly she's having a heart attack.

(Only simp men allowed in this house btw) Ptolemus grows increasingly frustrated, angry, and infatuated with her; she's just so enthralling when her hands delicately restore that which has been wounded, when they make whole what's missing. And he gets this feeling, like when they were kids, that he needs her in his life. That, despite her solid character, she's the softness he can't even allow himself to crave. And she's way too beautiful. Wren is so gorgeous it actually hurts (quoting TS)

Wren sees too more of the boy, almost man, that's nothing but a perfectly sharpened knife for his father to use at will. She sees the tender love he has for his sister beneath a shallow cold exterior. She wants to dive in the depths of the emotions he's been so well taught to hide, to go under the metaphorical scar tissue (bc in reality they don't have those) and reach the soft flesh, the beating heart. Wren wonders what it would be like to accept the dagger inside her heart, to allow herself the possible wound of a fling with such a ruthless man. Also, undeniably, he is a perfect specimen, especially when he's covered in his rivals' blood, face twisted in a wicked smirk.

Things finally change between them when she has to restore his hand after the events of KC. As she works, all pretenses are gone. He's just glad to have an excuse to have her close, glad they are on the same side of the war, it would have been a nightmare to be parted from her. And Wren gets to see the side of him she always knew was there. With her abilities she may restore his hand, but by coming together they restore each other's souls 🥺. And they make such a hot couple.

...K I just realized this isn't exactly what you asked... so sorry anon. I got carried away. I love them 😬

#they are the flower that blooms in the battlefield ok?#don't hate me for appreciating symbolic contrast #PtolemusxWren #that shit is so long I ain't gonna check the grammar #Red queen series #RQ headcanons #Ptolemus samos #Wren skonos #muah I love you anon #and again sorry lol

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