Lover's Curse

Winner of Best Multi-chapter, Best Angst and Best Mareven

Nominee for Best Fanfiction

Lover's Curse

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Hi! My name is Lucy, and I'm a Mareven writer who happens to have the most red queen fics posted to Ao3 (86 as of writing this post). You may also know me as beforeIlearnedcivility on Ao3. My most popular fic is Lover's Curse (see link above), an erotic psychological horror darkfic about if Mare didn't escape in King's Cage. My second most popular fic is Red Ruse, another one of those "Maven saves Mare beneath the Bowl of Bones" fics. It has a sequel, Red Ruin, which has four parts out and I will continue working on again in a few months. For now, I am concentrated on the first part of Newblood Queen, a four book long Mareven role swap au where Newbloods rule, Reds are still oppressed, and Silvers exist in a hazy space in-between. Also writing a fic for if Mare got amnesia in King's Cage and only remembered pre-betrayal!Maven called Pretty Follies that's doing so well that im trying to update it every week.

With that, she turned away, gliding in her white gown he wanted to unravel inch by inch. His heart fluttered as he looked out at the stars, as the flowers on the railing streaked his gloves with pollen. There was something between them, even if she wouldn’t act. Even if she seemed to still love his brother.

But maybe . . . he could fix that.

Maybe he could undo it all.

Maybe, just maybe, he could get her to give him up, to surrender to his arms and let him carry her away. Maybe he could be the hero who made the choice for her.

Maybe, just maybe, he could grind this wedding to a halt.

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Maven tries to derail a Marecal wedding and enlists the help of Iris to do so

Iris barely looked at him as he climbed into the car.  “There’s a wrinkle on your vest.”

“There is not.”

“Hmpf.”  Iris glanced at the driver before studying her nails again.  “Regardless.”  She waved her hand with a flourish.  “I hope you aren’t this flippant about the ceremony.”

“He’s my brother.”  Maven leaned against the windowsill.  “I want what’s best for him.”

“And your best friend.”  She cocked her head.  “You must be so happy for them.”

His throat tightened.  Iris was no fool: she knew about their history, the way Mare had almost been his so many times.  The way they’d always blurred the line between friends and more, never quite managing to step past it.  The way they’d always decided it was better not to try.  

“My parents will probably want a wedding in a few months.”  Iris sighed, leaning back.  “Do try not to mess it up.”

If only.  His lips tugged, a smile false as the rest of him.  “Oh, I assure you, I’m not the one who should be worried about that.”

If he offended her, it didn’t show.  Iris propped her chin, studying his suit for the first time.  “Wearing white to a wedding, huh?”