#mavencalore

[imperatrice21]

Does anyone know any fanfics where Cal chooses Mare in the first book instead of taking her and Maven to the king?

[flamekingmaven]

The Great War: A Maven Calore Fanfic

Part 1

"I pledge myself to you, Iris Cygnet, princess of the Lakelands. Will you accept?”       Maven does not even throw a glance at me, he looks at Iris while saying these words. But everyone looks at me. They don't look at the King and the woman he just proposed to, they look at me. They wait for a sign. They wait for me to object, or at least leave this damned place. They hope for a show, a drama.       But I don't give it to them. Even though their gazes make me feel like there are words written on my face- humiliating letters of black ink that will permanently stay on my skin. I just sit there, and watch the love of my life getting engaged with another woman. There is no expression on my face. No fury, no misery. I keep my wounds hidden.       "I put my hand in yours, and pledge my life to yours," Iris replies, after her own traditions and the customs of her kingdom. "I accept, Your Majesty."       He puts his bare hand out to take hers, the bracelet at his wrist sparking as he moves. A current of fire hits the air, snakelike and curling around their joined fingers. It does not burn her, though it certainly passes close enough to try. Iris never flinches. Never blinks. That’s why she is the one whom he is marrying, I think. Not you.

      I feel like I might throw up any moment now. I turn my gaze away from them. I just look at my hands on my lap. I can’t hear anything anymore. I am fully focused on my pain now. It is a foolish move, I know. Just a moment ago, I was determined that I was not going to give them even a hint. But my feelings have always been my weakness. I suck at controlling them. Or hiding them under a flawless mask, like Maven does.

      When people start to stand up, I understand that it is time to go. I get on my wobbly feet. And just when I am about to turn my back, icy blue eyes meet mine. I suddenly stop. I can taste blood in my mouth. Every memory we share is a piece of glass, but every single one of them is broken and they draw blood. I press my lips together in fear of silver streaming down my chin. The question pounds in my head: Why did you do this? But I must admit that I know the answer. He needed to. And I will be fair, every king that is in Maven’s place would do the same. But he had a choice.

      Even though he looks at me as if I am the only real thing in his world in front of everyone, I feel so heavy-hearted that I can’t keep looking at him. I swiftly turn my back and start to walk. I feel so cold and the freezing weather is not the only reason. That’s why the fur collar of my coat and my leather gloves don’t keep me warm. I feel like I don’t breathe anymore. Everything inside me is dead.

“My lady.”

     I stop and turn my back just to face one of the Sentinels. I scowl at him even though he did not do anything to deserve it, because I got no energy to deal with anybody. I just want to let my pain drown me. I don’t want to fight anymore. I don’t have it in myself.

“His Majesty is waiting for you in his car.”

      The heart of glass on my chest feels heavy. It has dealt with grief so many times until this day and it was successful at handling it, but this time hits different. Because it is Maven. King of Norta who is waiting for me just after his new engagement. It sounds like a joke, but I know that it is not. I want to scream at the Sentinel’s face that he should tell his King to go fuck himself. But I can’t. Even a Sentinel shouldn’t witness someone’s disobedience to the King. It is already a fragile reign.

“Lead the way.” I say, with no will in my voice.

        The Sentinel does as I say. I take reluctant steps as I silently follow him. I don’t want to see Maven. Moreover, I don’t want to be alone with him in his car. I can’t talk to him because I know that I will burst into tears if I try. I don’t want him to marry somebody else. I selfishly want him all to myself even though it is not possible anymore.

        I can’t see Maven because the windows of his car are so dark that nobody could see anything from outside. But when the Sentinel opens the door for me, I see him sit on the large backseat of the car. When our gazes meet, I feel sick to my stomach once again. My gloved hands clunch into fists. I’m so angry at him that I can’t breathe. I’m furious because I wish I could hate him for making me suffer, but no matter what he does I will never be able to do that.

        I want to punch something, and scream until my throat hurts. I need to destroy it, and watch it turning into ashes. I always likened my heart to a fire, but right now I feel like I’m the fire itself. I am made of destruction, but my pain always keeps burning me.

[lilo-jacos]

Do you like Mareven (in a non-end game non abuse apologia way where you just explore their dynamic in all its multi-faceted glory)?

I do like Mareven and loved how their relationship was growing before he went coo-coo bananas

Personally I'm a sucker for a good dark romance dynamic sooo🤭 although I'm a bit flabbergasted at where he got his girl advice from cuz his way of flirting is KIDNAPPING and BRANDING his wifey-to-be, like?... Bro needs therapy

(I'm still a Marecal stan more though and I'm willing to fight on that 🤺)

[dimst4r]

Okay I don't know about yall but kilorn x Cameron was definitely NOT the couple I expected and then we had gisa suddenly turning out lesbian like gurl what 💀

[frostedsugarcookie]

the only difference is he actually got the girl to willingly be with him 💀

[imperatrice21]

My new fanfic in a nutshell

Victoria Aveyard write a 'What If' type novel where Maven, despite being manipulated by Elara manages to break free from her control and gets the redemption arc he deserves and Mare fights Elara and the true villain which is not a teenage boy but corrupt government, aristocracy and discrimination challenge

[lucypcvensie]

extremely late but tagged by @eohwyyn to take this quiz!

petunia

"Being with you feels like being wrapped up in the softest blanket imaginable, listening to the rain while sitting on a window seat, your hands wrapped around a mug of cocoa. People come to you for advice and it’s almost always sound. You do tend to try to “fix things”–it’s okay for others to be having negative emotions, and sometimes they just need you to sit with them as they go through it. You are very artistic and you shouldn’t invalidate your creativity because you feel like you don’t express it flawlessly. Also, this applies to any medium: painting, drawing, music, singing, crafting, needlework, writing, or even just having a deep appreciation of art. You would be a penpal and get so creative with it. When you give someone a gift, it’s often homemade and intensely personal–you put so much thought into it. At least at some point you thought you would own a bakery or coffee shop when you grew up."

tagging @fairycourts @mavencalore @alien-tech @quecksilvereyes @marimo331 @kismetconstellations @constellance @letthebookbegin @ohboywonder @id-rather-be-an-outsider

[bruised-punk]

The angst was too strong, tumblr banished the edit, but I will have my Calore brother angst so here's the tiktok link

[solarrrepublic]

I FINALLY FOUND THIS AGAIN

[dzaaaamn]

Kilorn lmaoooo

[imperatrice21]

Before the betrayal, Maven was practically the male version of Snow White in looks and personality.

[flamekingmaven]

Maven to Elara y'all

[macbcth]

9. 6. 20 | self care is lemon tea and chopin on the radio

[herpes-free-since-05]

|365 Days Of Red Queen|Day#3|

[buenospresagios]

That ONE King’s Cage moment:

[dzaaaamn]

hELP someone on twitter rlly said this is Evangeline and Elane lmao