#maevelight

[vanshoundd]

bi queen&eletric girl 🗡️💫

[polar-biscuit]

maevelight hanging out undercover kinda, so it’s just maggie and annie 💫💥

[snekysonjr]

pov you’re Maeve

[shiryawashere]

they should have made out sloppy style sorry I do make the rules

[lexishoney]

i was bored and did this

[lesbiannnsstuff]

maggie "prettiest eyes" shaw :((

[imunbreakabledude]

#QUEENLIGHT

a Maeve/Annie fake dating fic (rated M, multichapter)

“To really emphasize the representation you provide,” Madelyn said, “I think it’s time you dated a woman.” “Excuse me?” Annie spat. “You can’t just throw me into a couple without my consent.” “I don’t think that will be an issue once you hear who you’ll be working with.”

Starlight decides to come out as bisexual shortly into her tenure in the Seven, unwittingly setting off a chain of events that leads to one of her teenage dreams coming true. Meanwhile, Queen Maeve is dragged into one of her worst nightmares.

[start reading on ao3]

[freegrain]

it took one look from Annie for maeve to throw herself off a building to save a bunch of people she dgaf about, she's so in love in makes me sick

[psychadollics]

I love doomed yuri (maevelight)

[oranges-covered-in-sugar]

Just realized i can make my own personal design for The boys last night. that was a religous experience

[nonbarbari]

Maeve: I know you think my judgement's not right because I like Starlight a little bit

Homelander, holding her notebook: you've drawn your wedding invitations

Maeve: no that's our joint tombstone

Homelander: oh my mistake

[devilander]

hi! i'm jojo (she/they), in my 20s, write fanfics, metas and make edits/gifs, focused mostly on homelander!

at this moment, my requests are open! i welcome, beyond homelander, starlight, soldier boy, billy butcher, maevelight and starlander requests, be it edits, metas, fics or gifs.

this is +18 blog. please, do not interact if you are a minor!

my blog and writings discuss, and convey, dark, dead dove themes. i will always tag it so no one is triggered, but be safe and mindful of that! if there's a particular theme you'd prefer I tag, please let me know! although i write dead dove, i also write happy, soft and sweet fics, so this is a space for all types of fanfiction!

i love answering asks, so feel comfortable to engage in any type of conversation with me!

important info: i don't make tag lists.

ao3 — my writing — my metas and headcanons — my gifs — my edits — no democracy (oc fic)

[polar-biscuit]

maggie's such a boomer tbh 💫💥 love her

[snekysonjr]

When the mutual friends all got captured and you’re left with the one you don’t like

[shiryawashere]

television executive listen. I propose. woman. woman long dark hair, with sword... woman gets sword, yes? woman stab kill murder maim slice decapitate, with sword. mabbe feel bad about it sometime but ☝️ not all time. television executive with me yes? then, woman blonde girlfriend they kiss lots. downside is no. woman sword girlfriend

[blindmagdalena]

Important question: who is the top/bottom, dom/sub in Maevelight ?

i started answering this like just a normal ask, but this ficlet kept demanding to be written, so here it is! short answer: i think they're switches who don't really have much of a D/s dynamic. short schmoopy sapphic queen maeve/starlight au ahead. slightly nsfw. 🖤

"Well? What're they saying?" Maeve asks, pulling on a loose t-shirt to sleep in.

Annie—who's already reclined in bed, scrolling on her phone—glances up from under her pinched brows. "They're mostly arguing about which one of us tops."

Yesterday, Vought officially announced the two of them as a couple. The media frenzy was unavoidable, and everyone in the world has an opinion on it. Annie just can't help herself when it comes to reading the tabloids, an impulse Maeve has long since overcome.

It's kind of cute watching her get so invested in all the nonsense, though.

Maeve snorts. "What's there to argue about?" She asks, wearing a cheeky little smile as she climbs into bed.

"I'll have you know I'm winning the poll for top," Annie says, defiantly tipping her chin up.

"Oh really? Let me see," she says, skepticism written plainly in her expression. She reaches for the phone.

"No." Annie quickly hides her phone down flat against her chest, fighting back a smile. "I wouldn't want to hurt your pride. You're losing pretty badly."

"You're the worst liar," she says in turn, moving to grab her phone again. Annie lurches in an attempt to protect it, and Maeve catches her in a kiss, earning a satisfying little noise of surprise and pleasure from her.

Annie melts readily into the kiss, letting down her guard long enough to allow Maeve the opportunity to deftly snatch the phone from her. "Thank you," she says, rolling onto her back to look through it.

"Hey!" Annie cries, thoroughly scandalized despite her smile.

"The worst liar," Maeve emphasizes, giving a quiet scoff. "You're the unequivocal princess bottom of these polls. Wait, why do they think we're in a BDSM relationship? ... And why are you voting in these?"

"Just trying to help set the record straight," she says, cuddling up to Maeve's side, shaking her blonde locks out of the way before resting her head on her shoulder.

"Then why did you vote me the sub?" She asks, looking down at her.

Annie gives a little shrug. "Because you always do everything I ask you to."

"That's called being a decent girlfriend," Maeve says incredulously.

"It's also called being a good sub," Annie replies very matter-of-fact, kissing her on the cheek.

Maeve shakes her head. "I can't believe you're encouraging this," she says, setting the phone aside so that she can take Annie properly into her arms. "It's all just stereotypical bullshit anyways."

"Easy for you to say. The entire world is voting me some meek little pillow princess while you get to be the warrior sex queen," she says, slipping her arms around Maeve's waist as they get settled.

Maeve blows out a thoughtful breath. "You wanna release a sex tape or something? That'd settle matters."

"Maggie," she chastises, giving her side a punishing little tickle that makes her jerk. Maeve grins. "No, I don't want to release a sex tape. I'm just saying. It's not true."

"You don't have to prove anything to them. I know exactly what you're capable of," she says, leaning in to catch her in another kiss, which she easily succumbs to. It starts off chastely enough, but they rarely ever stay that way. Especially when Annie is out to prove herself.

She tastes like strawberries, but not in the artificial or cloying way. It's fresh and sweet, the kind of smell that reminds Maeve of picking farmland strawberries when she was a child. Annie still has the lingering warmth of the countryside bathed in sunlight baked into her skin, and the same golden wheat fields shining in her hair.

She's so much more real and honest than anything in Maeve's life has been in a long, long time.

By the time their lips part, they're both breathing a little heavier. "I'm going to guess this mean's you are topping tonight," Maeve says breathlessly, pushing her fingers through that perfect, soft blonde hair.

"You're darn right I am," Annie says giddily, reaching across her and into the nightstand next to their bed.

Darn. She never fails to make her smile.

Generally speaking, Maeve avoids the cesspit that is the internet as much as possible. Tonight, however, she'll give it a small thanks for riling up her little firework of a girlfriend into making her see stars for the rest of the night.