#clara farley-barrow

[ball-of-butter]

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).

[lucy-the-cat]

So I was having brainrot for a "what-if-the-War-Storm-characters-read-Newblood-Queen-AU" and I ended up coming up with the framing concept of an alternate universe Clara trying to save her father Shade by warning the canon characters of what is to come only to start tearing apart the fabric of the multiverse

[demiaseranmage]

You didn’t add my Clara suggestion, so I’ll do it myself.

Little Clara: tottering around throwing sand at seagulls, and being an adorable little helion.

Red Queen Character in the Beach🏖

Mare: Playing Competitive Volleyball with Evangeline🏐🔪

Cal: Set up the tent, bbq station and tried to join Mare cause she looks really nice in her swimwear. (Got bullied out of the court by Evangeline)😔

Kilorn: Swimming with the fishes, only resurfacing when his hungry. Comforted Cal when Evangeline bullied him out of the volleyball court. 🐠

Farley: Played volleyball with Mare and Evangeline, never came back when the food was ready.🥙

Shade: Wanted to play volleyball, but realized no one was cooking the food. Had a great time with Farley and he kept sneaking the best portion onto her plate.👨‍🍳

Evangeline: Playing Competitive Volleyball with Mare🏐⚡️

Elane: Watching her stunning girlfriend play volleyball, but ended up eating with Farley cause the food tasted real good.🤼‍♀️🥙🥘

Maven: Was only invited because of Cal. Watched Mare play volleyball a bit too closely then Evangeline spiked the ball to his. Spent the remaining time trying to drown Kilorn when Cal was not looking.🌊

[gods-biggest-mistake-tbh]

"Despite everything, his presence feels like safety. No matter what, he chases away any fear I have for myself. Of course, that only leaves fear for the people I love. For Farley, for my family. And still, always, for him (War Storm, Aveyard, 146-147)."

[lilo-jacos]

Red Queen Characters: Christmas! ⛄

Mare: Loves Christmas and the whole time of year, even if as a kid they couldn't afford much as gifts she thought it was nice to see more than usual in a cheerful mood.

Cal: Mare loves Christmas but Cal LOVES Christmas. Everything about it. Gets the most gifts for every single person he knows- Mare even tells him to chill a bit even though she secretly thinks it's cute.

Kilorn: Had always spent Christmas with the Barrows, starts getting into the holiday spirit November first

Maven: 🫶🏼ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAAAAAAAS IS MAAARREE🫶🏼

Farley: Watches Home Alone every year, takes Clara and some of the Scarlet Guard kids to see reindeer

Evangeline: Elane and Tolly convince her to step out of her metal armor and put on a holiday sweater

Ruth: She would be the mommy kissing Santa Claus

Cameron: Sorry to say it.... She's a Grinch😔

Side note: HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!! If you celebrate Christmas then merry Christmas and if you don't, have an amazing Wednesday regardless!! Wishing the best for everyone! :)

[kelpweedkelpweedingkelpweeds]

The temptation to write Fade after using them as a side pairing in my WIP and then I remember that shade's technically dead and then I feel sad again

Proceeds to throw canon into a bin and make Shade a loving father to Clara because you can pry the Barrow-Farley family from my cold, dead hands.

[of-the-way-and-wildflowers]

Completed Book Aesthetics

"Rise , Red as the Dawn." ~ Diana Farley

[evangelanelovechild]

he’s a 10 but he’s died twice

[imjulia-andilikecats]

I don't talk about this a lot, but I'm really happy that Julian and Sara survived, and got their 'happy' ending

Those two went through so much loss and pain, even before the main story started.

Julian Jacos lost his sister, Coriane, under suspicious causes. He watched in arms length, how Elara slowly erased Coriane. Almost all her paintings gone, her house colors hidden and her journal burned to ashes (as so we thought).

Sara Skonos might not have as much scenes in the series. Have not interacted much with most of the characters, but she was Coriane's dear friend.

When Coriane died, it didn't sit well with Sara. She knew there was something else. Someone behind it all. She tried to fight for her, to bring justice to her friend.

Elara didn't allow that, as the new queen. She had Sara's tongue cut out.

To make things worse, instead of having Sara exiled from court, they kept her around. To humiliate and ridicule. Spinning a lie that she was badmouthing the Fallen Queen, Coriane.

Which almost everyone believed, even Cal.

All the odds stacked against them.

Yet he stayed. He had to, for Cal and Sara.

He knew if he left, Elara will find him and fabricate a story of how his life ended, bringing the extiction of House Jacos.

Decades of this torment. Of watching his sister's memory fade away, the love of his life wither bit by bit, a husk of her former self and his nephew groomed to be someone his beloved sister dreaded to be, a king fit for war.

Years of this suffering yet they remained.

When Mare was given to Julian as a student. He didn't treated her poorly, like most of the silver elites. He taught her as much as he could about her powers, the history behind the Reds and Silvers. He taught her all of this with a firm but gentle hand.

When Mare told him that she was with the Scarlet Guard after the Sun Shooting. Instead of turning her in, he helped her free her fellow guards. Eventhough they are a possible threat to his brother-in-law's rule and his nephew's future.

When Julian and Sara were captured and imprisoned in Corros prison. Their powers smothered and subjected to cruel interrogation. They endured.

Even after being rescued by Mare, Cal, Farley, Shade and the other newblood recruits. Julian and Sara stayed with them and tried to hepled whenever they see fit. Training a few newbloods and quietly watching their fellow silvers. Keeping watch of a possible civil war, as they plan their next move.

In War Storm, Julian supported his nephew and kept an eye on the ambitious Volo. Knowing how crucial to was to have a legimitate heir amid an unsteady alliance between the Scarlet Guard, Silver Elites and Monfort.

And to know that in Broken Throne, Julian kept documenting about other newbloods and even the next generation of the Barrow family. (Clara, Shade and Coriane).

I'll let myself picture Julian and Sara taking care of their great-niece and nephew. Julian would teach Mare and Cal's children about history and reading them bedtime stories. Sara gently holding both children and when they are about to sleep, she might even sing them some lullabies.

I'm just glad that they endured and now have their mostly peaceful ending. I love them so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭.

[lilo-jacos]

If shade was still alive what would fade be like? Would they have more kids? What would there wedding be like?

In my version Shade actually IS still alive so I'm prepared for this question 💪🏼

First- yes, they would have another daughter two/three years after Clara and name her Madeline. The entire Barrow family and Scarlet Guard would treat them so well and spoil them any way they could🥰

As for fade, they would definitely be more open about their relationship after the girls come along and they would be the cutest dang thing to ever encounter. I don't see them having an official wedding or a ring or anything as they don't think it's necessary- but if they did it would be very simple and low-key. A ceremony between just their closest friends and family followed by a dinner including everyone in the guard.

I have my Farley-Barrow family board on Pinterest if anyone's interested! I can post them!

[yellowmagicalgirl]

I’m making my way through War Storm and honestly? I have five wants for this book.

Farley gets to raise Clara in a safe and happy environment

Evangeline and Elane get to live in a safe and happy environment

Mare doesn’t get together with Maven or Cal, but she does remain friends with Cal

Equality for Reds and Newbloods/Ardents

The premier and his husband survive the novel (I just got to that part and I might have squeeled in joy at the fact that there’s gay marriage in Montfort)

[evangelineartemiasamos]

Red Queen Secret Santa 2019

A fanfiction for @redqueen-marecal-lover

I hope you’ll enjoy it! It’s a next generation story <3

A Melody and A Flame

Coriane

My life began to take a turn downward with that cursed party. Before, I was a girl just like any other, no one special, who only wanted to improve on the violin and whose biggest problem was jealousy of her pampered baby brother.

I could’ve guessed, I suppose, paid more attention, listened to my parents discussing matters going beyond the concerns of a 12-year-old. In hindsight, everything is possible and foreseeable, when in truth, I don’t think it would’ve changed anything. It wasn’t my fault.

Furthermore, I had no reason to anticipate anything. I was a child, and everyone in my family, everyone who cared about me and who I cared for in return, wanted me to do anything but be a child. For them, this simple thing had been a luxury they happily granted me.

Unfortunately, there were people who didn’t care about me, but my pedigree.

I have to confess I was the most excited about the party myself. It was to be an event much grander than the usual school concerts I played at; a soirée of guests from all over Norta and even from beyond her borders where several groups of young musicians could present their skills. Weeks before I was listed in the string orchestra, I’d had been eyeing a dress in a Summerton boutique. I’d tried it on a few times, sneaking behind the vendors, and fell in love with the deep green gown with its high lace cleavage, dreaming of myself on the stage in the ballroom of the Summerton town hall, the former palace.

The day I received the news that I would play at the party, I’d also saved enough of my own money to go and buy the dress. No longer the awkward 12-year-old in the exquisite shop, I entered the boutique with determination and pride, trying on the dress for a final time and lifting my violin out of its case to test its feel against the fabric as well.

The vendors listened intently to the handful of notes that spread through the shop, smiling at me with utmost politeness when we finished the trade. I beamed as well, obviously, and did so the rest of the day and when I stormed home, full of joy.

My parents weren’t at home, so I couldn’t tell them yet. Instead I took care of Shade, my little brother. Years ago, our parents had been worried if it worked out, my violin lessons and a lively toddler, yet that had never become a problem. When he was a baby, I’d been ambitious to get good enough to play him lullabies he’d sleep to, and as he grew, he still loved to listen to my exercises – no matter how repetitive – while he’d play quietly with his own toys.

Even at mere five years, he knew to congratulate me as I told him about the party concert and after I showed him the piece I was to perform, I played games with him in turn.

It was one of the best days of my life, altogether. Maybe because that night, I went to bed full of happiness and self-confidence as well as naiveté, for the last time.

My parents heard the news at breakfast. Mom squealed when she learned of it, kissing and hugging and maybe even a little shocking me. I was so happy she was happy for me. Dad was like always, proud of everything I did like I was his own kind of princess, but Mom’s excited outbursts were rare, and thus more precious. It wasn’t just the one concert, it was the perspective coming with it – me becoming a musician, a person living her dream. All Mom could want for her children.

The high mood soured in the afternoon when I presented the dress I loved so much. They still smiled, and I with them, but something had changed. I couldn’t read their faces, didn’t want to either. Finally, Dad pulled me over, sitting down with me. “Coriane, I’m not sure,” he said. “We can’t … we aren’t …”

It was the first of many times I heard these half sentences, buzzing with implications.

We can’t. We aren’t. A code of rules I hadn’t known of caged our lives.

My hands fidgeted and I had to look away. Of course I was pissed, too. How dared they deny me my dream dress?

Dad squeezed my hand and when I pulled away, Mom came over and looked in my eyes.

“It’s green like Montfort,” she said, and Dad nodded. She sighed. “Coriane, see, we can’t … it’s better if we don’t show any allegiances.”

I was bewildered. Montfort was an ally of Norta; Mom’s family lived there and we visited them twice a year. Of course we had ties to Montfort, so why should that ban wearing a colour?

Calmly, they told me that Montfort and Norta kept a careful distance to avoid shedding suspicions of unduly influences – or imperialism – from Montfort’s side. Especially the Barrow-Calore family, once we’d settled back in Norta, had to stay neutral.

M parents were soldiers. Since the last years had been peaceful, I hadn’t watched for signs of political unrest. I hadn’t seen reason to. Life was good. But while my parents weren’t politicians themselves, they were enwrapped with friends high up who provided them with intelligence. In turn, Mom and Dad weren’t to show their personal opinions. Which, I had to realize, extended to their children.

Irked, I tried to take it lightly and proposed in jest several other colours for me to wear – which were all discouraged, a lakelands blue being the last of those. “What? I’d offend everyone equally,” I snapped.

“White is neutral, it’s all colours,” Dad offered eventually. Technically, the same applied to black but even I knew that was the real taboo. Black was the colour of the royal house Calore and its loyalists.

Mom gave me a wry smile. “I have a surprise for you,” she said compassionately and got up. Left waiting, I stared in a mirror. Would the rest of my life be like this, forbidden to wear a certain colour in a certain place, or only when important people could see me?

Coriane Barrow-Calore, that name had never been a problem before. In Summerton, everyone had family or friends who had history with each other, reaching a long way back, rarely nicely. I was one of many. You didn’t see a princess when you met me. My blood was obviously Red, and with my small though not delicate figure, brown skin and brown eyes, I resembled Mom more than Dad. Apart from my long black falling down my back in shiny waves. I loved my hair. Would soon people appear and claim how “Calore” it made me look?

What else did I inherit from him?

Mom returned with another gown, a wholly different one she held up with fanfare. Dad smiled, gestured for me to take it.

I got up slowly. The dress was white, high-waisted and would look rather plain if not for its exquisite materials and tailoring. It was soft cotton and lush silk with intricate embroidery shimmering pearly. It was obviously more expensive than anything I could’ve bought myself.

Mom gazed at the gown with affection. “My sister Gisa made it and sent it as a present for you,” she explained. “It would make her proud if you wore it on the occasion.”

My hand trailed over its skirts. “Sure,” I agreed quietly to make peace. I swallowed my annoyance since the gown was so beautiful. Maybe my parents had really only wanted me to wear this dress. Maybe nothing was actually this dramatic. I realized I couldn’t ignore my royal descent as before but, well, I thought being aware it was a part of growing up.

My parents’ concerns were quickly forgotten as I returned to exercising my music for the concert, returning to what was really important to me.

The evening of the party I put on Gisa’s creation with awe, watching its skirts swing as I pirouetted. Dad seemed similarly amazed. He pinned up half my hair and let the other fall down in curls. Gold and copper make-up shimmered on my cheeks and eyelids, letting my brown eyes sparkle. I hugged Shade before we left and, full of anticipation, played my piece for him one last time. He was still too little for such a party; Mom said he’d be bored. She glanced at me then. I blinked but we said nothing else.

My parents both wore dress uniforms, as usual for events like this.

I understood Mom’s thoughtful look later at the party. The decorated ballroom was impressing, the students playing before me were passionate. So was I. My group was scheduled to play in the middle and my heart beat so fast, I didn’t know if it was excitement or the sensual onslaught of the party. A surprise were the animal decorations of butterflies and birds on the ceilings, corners and pillars. I felt watched and with nervousness, I rushed behind the stage for last preparations. I don’t remember much of the actual concert; it was only about 15 minutes long. My anxiety changed to concentration as I held up my violin and sunk into the music in harmony with my fellow musicians. Pleasant warmth spread through my body. I’d been so glad to receive this spot at all; I didn’t mind not having a solo part. I loved perfecting my skills more than being special. I was no one special during my performance, rather someone talented, and it was good.

This emotion of content was lost afterward. I still brimmed with its lingering presence but the party itself became a drag for me. I didn’t know the guests besides my fellow musicians, didn’t know who to talk to or what to say. The ever-present noise bothered me too much to even try to follow a conversation and I abhorred dancing (and with who, furthermore?). Unlike my parents, who, after praising and congratulating me, left me alone to refresh old contacts. I found a seat close to the stage and defended it by staying seated, only to be even more bored after the youth concerts ended. I wanted good music to listen to instead of the droning voices, or at least something to read. I itched to get my violin back from the cloakroom, if only to get comfort by holding and touching it and occupying my fingers.

Instead, I passed the evening with eating. I couldn’t figure out many of the dishes, so I was hesitant at first, but after I’d found a favourite, I piled a large portion of it on my plate and rushed back to my place. At least nothing bad could be said about the potatoes.

Sometimes, I thought I heard my name whispered behind me and startled. Had someone noticed I was one of the artists? Yet I dreaded being spoken to and was relieved when nothing followed up. My unsettlement stayed though and the animal decorations only turned weirder. From the corners of my eyes, I believed they were moving, but how could that be? In my growing confusion, I looked around the ballroom and glimpsed my parents in the distance. I jumped up. It was getting late enough to leave.

Give it a good end, I said to myself, find Mom and Dad and say goodbye to your music partners. I strove for them, careful not to bump into people. I was relieved when I reached the empty dancefloor yet something was odd about it. I’d intended to dash across it, to the alcove where Dad was, but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I footed further, goose bumps rising on my skin. My eyes moved as I gasped: This time, I was certain the birds moved.

And then they flew toward me.

I screamed.

I lifted my arms to protect myself. I was so hot. Butterflies joined the birds and I stepped back. The heat was a comfort. My hand jerked forward and with it, a flame.

I’d felt the heat for months. It rose sometimes when I was anxious yet instead of making me sweat in stress, it coursed my body pleasantly and erased my discomforts. For a moment, it did this at the party too. I’d burned a few of the animals to ashes and bones that dropped to the ground, the rest retreated. I fell to my knees. I stared at my hands that brought forth fire. I didn’t know I could but I wasn’t surprised. Not at all. I smiled faintly. The fire was within me and I could call it back whenever I wanted.

The murmurs returned to the room and with it, my peace vanished. I froze. The master of ceremonies ran toward me and patted my shoulder carefully, as if afraid I’d burn him.

“Madame,” he urged quietly. I blinked; I hadn’t liked his touch. He swallowed, his lips moving before he repeated, “madame…!” and prompted me to rise.

He took my hand by the fingertips in an odd mix of firm and light which I only realized later as reverence, as well as that he’d wanted to call me by my name first. Fortunately, he didn’t, or I wouldn’t have made it to my parents and back home before the guests figured out who I was by themselves.

That was bound to happen soon enough.

I didn’t go to school the days after the party. We didn’t know what to do when the letters started to arrive. The morning after the event, my parents pretended normalcy. They were good at it, at least in front of Shade and me. Mom played with Shade and Dad was his usual talkative self. I considered he liked that I was a burner like him. No one could guess what kind of ability I’d have and I’d imagined how Mom and Dad would joke with each other once we found out.

I wanted to find that in the way he smiled but I saw no genuine joy. I knew when he asked me if there’d been a spark.

“A spark?”

He sighed. “Did you need a source to … make fire?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, looking away. I did know. He asked because he wondered if my ability was like a Silver’s or a Newblood’s. I had to be Newblood, didn’t I? I was a Red with an ability, but could one be sure when I was half Silver?

Sure was I that the fire came from within me, no need for a spark. It was mine. While Dad was merely curious about my ability, the letters told another story: Of people who believed my fire a beacon of rebirth – the rebirth of the burning crown.

I read every one of the letters; my parents soon ceasing to try to talk me out of it. I had to know what concerned me. None of the letters was straight-forwardly royalist. None addressed me as “highness” or “princess”. The master of ceremonies had only been the beginning of an endless line of “madames” and “my ladies”, used so often it turned into something deeper than politeness. It was blatant. Some even dared to reduce my name to “Coriane Calore”, dropping Mom’s last name like they wanted to remove her heritage from me and Norta herself.

Beyond the addresses, the contents were artworks of suggestive insinuations. What a pleasure to see a burner in the Hall of the Sun, they wrote, using the old name of the building that was outdated though not forbidden.

Your flame gave me hope for Norta, said another.

My family rejoiced at the memories you woke, said the letter sent by Carol Viper, probably the most disturbing one. The Vipers were the important, most dangerous of the royalists and seceders and likely those responsible for the bird assault causing my outburst. It’d be investigated. The Vipers liked to deny accusations of animal spies or attacks and so Carol Viper was barely tolerated in Norta only for her insistence of distance to her traitorous relatives.

I figured which memories she wrote about – my mother falling into Summerton’s Queenstrial 23 years ago and revealing her Newblood ability. I suppose, while I was a burner like Dad, Mom and I would always share the way our abilities showed themselves in public.

The letters were a slap in the face that came back again and again. After two days and a dozen of them, I expected Prince Arthur of the Lakelands – who had been one of the foreign guests – to ask for my hand in marriage. I thought that my childhood was over, that a girl is only allowed to be a child until someone notices she is useful for them. Now I was some kind of fire goddess. I stared at the walls of my room when I didn’t read the letters. For once, I didn’t yearn for my violin, didn’t itch to occupy my mind and fingers by creating music. I thought … I thought my dream of a music career had ended, that I was no longer free to pursuit it when I was under the threat of being turned a reactionary’s political tool. The fear of losing the music pained me.

Mom came for me every day, joining me on the bed with her face full of care and worry and love. She understood how strange this was. A Red girl with an ability, a child of a Red and a Silver, no one would’ve cared for me 20 years ago. I would’ve been reviled at best; now the royalists probably thought themselves progressive by “championing” me.

Mom waited until I asked her to hug me and after years, I wanted it again. I hadn’t enjoyed touches since I was little. With her arms around me, I cried, craving to be a little kid again, when I was my parents’ greatest treasure. Their firstborn child, born of Mom’s first pregnancy ever without any of the complications that came after. Mom and Dad had held me for comfort after her miscarriages; happy that while having a second child turned out to be so difficult, they’d always have me.

I was jealous of baby Shade because everything had become different by then, in the seven years that lay between us. I was the strong and healthy big girl while he was little, frail and to be protected. No matter that he grew up as strong as me, Mom and Dad pampered Shade for the losses we’d suffered.

My jealousy was so meaningless now.

“Can’t we go back to Montfort, Mom?” I asked. “To that lonely cottage in the mountains?”

Mom stayed silent like she was considering it. Then she shrugged. “You have a guest,” she said instead, stroking my hair one last time. I groaned, she smiled. “Don’t worry, it’s family,” she reassured me. She rose and left and the door didn’t open before Clara, my cousin, entered the room.

I yelped because she still enjoyed startling people by teleporting.

It made for very good distraction, though.

Clara grinned, falling on the bed beside me. Her amusement waned a little as she noticed my blotchy, tear-stained face. “It’s good to see you,” I said to avoid her pity.

“I hurried to come here but I couldn’t make it to your concert,” Clara replied.

“Too short notice,” I agreed. Her teleporting made it easier to see Clara than my other relatives who lived in Montfort. As her assistant, Clara also accompanied her mother the general on her travels that often meant my parents and Aunt Diana met frequently.

I remembered when Clara and Diana had glared at each other one time when they spoke of Clara’s choice to became a soldier. They hadn’t needed many words, and even I understood them.

You could be anything, Diana’s frown said.

But I choose this, Clara’s lifted chin retorted.

Today, Clara still wore her uniform as we chatted. Usually, she changed into frilly dresses as fast as possible. She’d really hurried and I felt a pang of love for her. My tall and beautiful cousin of 22 was so cool.

She blew a curl out of her face. “You haven’t heard the best yet,” she said. “You know that Ada Wallace left the Harbor Bay government?”

“After like … 20 years?” Ada was – had been – the senator of the region and the partner of Clara’s mom.

Clara nodded. “It was quite hard for Mama and Ada to have a distance relationship but they made it work.” Her serious tone shifted into a wide smile. “We dined together two days ago, to celebrate Ada’s resign – or so I thought.” Clara beamed now. “But then, Ada proposed.”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“Sure! It was the most romantic thing. ‘We served freedom and our countries all this time, you there, me here. Now I’ve done all I could for Harbor Bay, I want to be with you. Always.’ Aww. I cried. Mama cried! And Ada was beyond elated, you should’ve seen her.”

“Damn,” I whispered. “I’ll have to congratulate them.”

Clara tilted her head. “You will, you will. At the wedding the latest.”

“Sure,” I said quietly, again rather uncertain of my future.

Clara played with a tress of my hair. “I expect you to play the waltz, Coriane.”

I took a deep breath. I knew where this was going. My life would continue no matter what.

I’d keep playing the violin. And wearing my lovely green dress, I’d celebrate the hell out of my aunt’s private wedding feast.

“Absolutely,” I promised.

I chose for what I burned.

A/N: The story should speak for itself, but if any of you tag this with “coriane calore”, please don’t ever read one of my stories again.

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[of-the-way-and-wildflowers]

Completed Book Aesthetics

"Gisa is going to save us one day. With nothing more than a needle and a thread."

[elliemarchetti]

MASTERLIST

So, new year new me and judging by the fact that Tumblr no longer allows me to edit my old masterlist, even new masterlist! This version doesn’t contain everything I wrote during my stay on Tumblr, only the new projects or the one revised. I will leave the discontinued fics in the archive, so the old stories are still accessible to everyone, but from now on the link I’ll put in my new stories’ will lead to this version.

MCU

Characters

Steve Rogers

Wretches and Kings 

Wretches and Kings (Part 2)

EUPHORIA

Lost In the Moment 

LORD OF THE RINGS

Characters

Haldir

Clear As Silver Drops

Kindred Souls

Bitterness and Broken Dreams

The Most Beautiful and Golden of the Cages

If Need Be

An Unfriendly Waste

The Most Macabre of Scenes, The Most Terrible of Nightmares

LEGACIES

Pairings

Sizzie

Everything Is About to Change

Everything Is About to Change (part 2)

Everything Is About to Change (part 3)

Everything Is About to Change (part 4)

Everything Is About to Change (part 5)

RED QUEEN

Would Include

Dating Bree, Tramy or Shade Would Include

Characters

Evangeline Samos

Every Breaking Wave

Raised by Wolves

The Queen of Fangs and Steel

The Queen of Fangs and Steel (part 2)

The Queen of Fangs and Steel (part 3)

The Queen of Fangs and Steel (part 4)

Diana Farley

Now We’re Even

Zombie Apocalypse AU

Zombie Apocalypse AU (part 2)

Mare Barrow

A Different POV

Zombie Apocalypse AU (part 3)

To Choose a Queen

To Choose a Queen (part 2)

Gisa Barrow

Challenges and New Beginnings

Clara Farley

A Rebel’s Song

A Rebel’s Song (part 2)

Pairings

Thomaven

A Red Lover

A Red Lover (part 2)

A Red Lover (part 3)

A Red Lover (part 4)

Fade

Red Queen Soulmate AU (Diana and Shade)

Red Queen Soulmate AU (Diana)

Red Queen Soulmate AU (Shade)

Marecal

Pride and Prejudice AU

Pride and Prejudice AU (Part 2)

Pride and Prejudice AU (Part 3)

Pride and Prejudice AU (Part 4)

Pride and Prejudice AU (part 5)

Pride and Prejudice AU (part 6)

Pride and Prejudice AU (Part 7)

A Wonderful Mistake

A Wonderful Mistake (part 2)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 3)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 4)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 5)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 6)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 7)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 8)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 9)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 10)

A Wonderful Mistake (part 11)

Two Weeks in Paradise Valley (Day 1)

A Ray of Sunshine

The Selection AU

The Selection AU (Part 2)

Red Queen Soulmate AU (Mare)

Red Queen Soulmate AU (Mare and Cal)

Red Queen Soulmate AU (Mare and Maven)

Red Queen Soulmate AU (Mare and Evangeline)

The Scam

The Scam (part 2)

The Scam (part 3)

The Scam (part 4)

The Scam (part 5)

The Scam (part 6)

The Epilogue

Holiday Inconveniences

Holiday Inconveniences (part 2)

Holiday Inconveniences (part 3)

Holiday Inconveniences (part 4)

Holiday Inconveniences (part 5)

Holiday Inconveniences (part 6)

Holiday Inconveniences (part 7)

SKAM FRANCE

Characters

Manon Demissy

Couper les Ponts (Dimanche 2.01 p.m.)

HARRY POTTER

Characters

Remus Lupin

Memories of a Survivor 

Hermione Granger 

Slytherin!Hermione AU

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 2)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 3)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 4)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 5)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 6)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 7)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 8)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 9)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 10)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 11)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 12)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 13)

Slytherin!Hermione AU (Part 14)

Pairings

Fremione

Out First (Almost) Kiss

Our First Kiss

Our First Angry Kiss

Our First Heated Kiss

Our First Morning Kiss

Our First Comforting Kiss

Our First Kiss In The Dark

Jealous Fred

Jealous Fred (part 2)

Jealous Fred (part 3)

Jealous Fred (part 4)

Jealous Fred (part 5)

Jealous Fred (part 6)

Jealous Fred (part 7)

Dramione

The Deal

The Deal (part 2)

The Deal (part 3)

The Deal (part 4)

The Deal (part 5)

The Deal (part 6)

The Deal (part 7)

The Deal (part 8)

The Deal (part 9)

Blackinnon

The Polaroids

The Sixth and Seventh Polaroids

The Planets Series - Mercury

The Planets Series - Neptune

The Planets Series - Uranus

The Planets Series - Jupiter

The Planets Series - Saturn

The Stages of a Young Love

Krumione

Somewhere to Start

Somewhere to Start (part 2)

Somewhere to Start (part 3)

Somewhere to Start (part 4)

Somewhere to Start (part 5)

Somewhere to Start (part 6)

Somewhere to Start (part 7)

Somewhere to Start (part 8)

Somewhere to Start (part 9)

Somewhere to Start (part 10)

Somewhere to Start (part 11)

Somewhere to Start (part 12)

Somewhere to Start (part 13)

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Red Queen Secret Santa

For @redqueen214! Sorry if it’s a little late in the day! Hope you enjoy!

Set 10 years after War Storm, Marecal are in Norta

“How do I tell Cal I’m pregnant?” Evangeline nearly spits her coffee out at the out-of-nowhere question. The question that had been rattling around in Mare’s head for almost a week. Evangeline coughed and sputtered for a second more before looking at her with confused but amused grey eyes.

“I don’t know. In case you weren’t aware, I’m married to a woman so it’s not something I’ve had to think about. Ask Farley,” Mare scowls at her.

“Can’t. She never got a chance to tell Shade about Clara,” Evangeline does look sheepish at that even though her and Farley had made their peace years ago. Hell, Evangeline and Elane had even made it onto the list of prospective babysitters (although the 10-year-old would definitely protest it being called that) for Clara while Farley was working.

“Look, just make it something personal, even if it’s not really cute. I don’t think Cal will mind too much. Now, can I escape any conversation where I have to think about how depressing a child between you and Calore is going to look?”

“Oh, shut up,” Mare bit back, but Evangeline had given her an idea.

Their Christmas tree glowed heaven-like in their house. It hadn’t even been up when Mare went to Montfort for government business but alas, Cal had had to stay behind on his own government business, which was where he had left her to go after picking her up at the airport. Still, she appreciated the effort and it did look brilliant. She had gotten home and gone out shopping for dinner food straight away. She had to, in order to get the meat slow cooking.

Mare wasn’t one for cooking, but growing up red and then spending a few years with her family in Montfort had taught her how to make the extravagant and the simple foods. Tonight, she was leaning toward the former. She was plating everything up with the sun beginning to set through the window when the front door opened.

“Mare?” Cal’s voice rang out. She quickly placed closhes over the dinner and yelled back.

“In the kitchen,” he walked through the door and into her awaiting arms, giving her a soft kiss. 

“Ugh, it’s so nice to come home to this,” he spotted the closhed plates and dirty dishes at the sink and smiles, “and you cooked? What did I do to marry someone so wonderful?”

“Alright, calm down,” she shushed him and took the plates out to their dining table which she had already set. They sat down to eat and revealed the meals. Cal stared at the feast of meat, potatoes and vegetables. 

“Mare, you didn’t have to.”

“I know.”

“This is bison, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you remember back in Montfort? That dinner with Davidson and Carmadon? This is just as good as that?”

“Do you remember when Davidson used it as a metaphor for reds and silvers and your grandmother nearly lost her shit?” Cal begins to giggle at her question.

“And Evangeline nearly smashed her plate?” Mare was giggling now, caught up in his aura.

“And Farley nearly finished an entire bottle of wine?”

“Do you remember what Davidson said about cows and bison?” Mare asked him when his giggles subside.

“Yeah, that they could live together? We already knew that,” he gestured at his wedding ring.

“No, more about... procreation?” Cal freezes at that and meets her eyes, trying to read the meaningful look she was giving him.

“Are we... did we... procreate?” It was the most awkward she had ever seen him.

“We did,” she rips the bandaid off, trying to gauge his reaction.

“We’re having a... a child?”

“We are,” Cal didn’t move, his warm eyes scanning her for any sort of lie or prank, his eyes lingering a tad longer than necessary on her stomach. He swallow.

“You’re serious?” Mare smiles and nods. Cal stands and pulls her up into him so that he can kiss her hard on the mouth, a kiss which she happily reciprocates as he scoops her into his arms.

Their plates were left unfinished.

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Just a NSFW Thought

Note: Aswers are welcome. Also, questions about my sanity, is also welcome.