“Half-light, half-shadow. The bridge between worlds.”
Maverick Emilien Thornevald Dravenhart
Blood of a fae queen. Heart of a mortal. Breath of a dragon.
The Midnight Oath— a tale spun from cursed bloodlines, ancient grudges, and the aching dream of unity.
themes of:
blood-bound legacies, identity forged in fire and moonlight, the burden of inheritance, the sorrow of exile, celtic mysticism, moorish romance, medieval tragedy, duality of man and fae, found family, cursed royalty, the poetry of grief, dark enchantments, radical empathy, gothic melancholia, reconciliation through ruin, chivalric betrayal, green magic and red vengeance, religious dissonance, shapeshifting loyalties, the ache for belonging, storm-tossed destiny, thorns and roses, liminality, rage as resistance, fate rewritten .
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Name: Maverick Emilien Thornevald Dravenhart
Age: Appears mid-to-late 20s (chronologically older, due to fae longevity)
Pronouns: He/Him
Race: Half-Fae, Half-Human
Lineage: Son of Maleficent & a human prince
Origin: The Moors — an enchanted, ancient realm of wild magic
Current Status: Wandering emissary, diplomat, reluctant heir, and sometimes outlaw
Titles (rumored or real): The Dragonborn, The Silvermark, The Uncrowned Heir, Maleficent’s Legacy, The Thornbridge
🜂 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘
Maverick Draven’s story begins in the deep-shadowed heart of the Moors, where wild magic sings and ancient beings slumber beneath the earth. Born of a forbidden union between Maleficent, the formidable fae sorceress, and a mortal prince from a distant kingdom, Maverick came into the world as a living contradiction — a child of war and wonder, of light and shadow.
His birth sparked unrest on both sides of the realm. Among the fae, his mixed blood was seen as a dilution, an abomination. Among humans, he was a legend best left untold. Maleficent, powerful and volatile, did not name him heir. She named him a risk.
Still, Maverick grew under her watchful eye — learning the language of trees, the weight of silence, and the old magics that curled around his fingertips like smoke. He bore his mother’s striking features: raven-black hair, piercing green eyes, and the unmistakable aura of fae power. But within him stirred a deep human compassion, a trait that clashed with the cold pragmatism of the court that surrounded him.
At ten years old, war broke the sky. Maleficent led the fae into a brutal conflict against encroaching human kingdoms. Maverick was hidden away — but he felt her death before it was ever spoken. A shattering silence, like a bond torn apart at the soul. She never returned. That day, the Moors changed — and so did he.
🐉 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍
There is power in his bloodline, more than even the fae expected.
Draconic lineage flows within him — a legacy buried deep in his father’s mortal ancestry, long forgotten. In captivity during his youth, forced to bleed magic for kings and alchemists, something ancient awakened within him. Fire that did not burn. Sight that pierced illusion. A voice in dreams that roared like thunder.
They called him dragonborn, a child of prophecy in some circles — or a weapon in others. He bears a star-shaped scar on his wrist from a winter that never thawed, and breathes fire not from his mouth, but from his soul — in the form of will, defiance, and raw magical force when pushed past his limit.
🕯️ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓
Haunted by the memory of his mother and burdened by what she left behind, Maverick walks a winding path between two worlds that both mistrust him. He has no throne, but he is royalty. No army, but he is a warrior. He seeks no crown — only peace, built on understanding, not domination.
He studies forgotten texts, communes with spirits of old, and walks between courts as both diplomat and outcast. He is a man divided — between the cruelty that shaped him and the compassion he refuses to let die. He is not the perfect son. Not the perfect savior. But he is something else entirely: a catalyst.
i’ve been struggling a lot with maverick’s blog, and because of that i’ll be putting him on an indefinite hiatus. all drafts are cleared for now, i want to give replies the care they deserve, and i just don’t have it in me at the moment.
i hope to return sometime next year, refreshed, reworked, and ready to reconnect. thank you for understanding, truly. 🖤
" What does this place do for those it chooses?" Evi asked the preacher. It may have been a poor choice of words, it was just how she'd understood what he was telling her. This place-whether it was physical or somewhere in between the physical plane and time itself or whatever-chose people that came to it and...accepted whatever it had to offer.
" Is this a home to something? Or is it the buildings themselves?" She asked him, a chill running up her spine, " I...You won't send me to go by myself there, will you? You're coming with me?" Evi was not above admitting how fear had settled into her bones once again. What was it that was waiting for her? Had she not been *called*, in a way, to find this place? Or guided by the preacher to witness it? Or both...Because she'd made her choice when she followed him. And he'd known, hadn't he? That Evi would want to know there was *more*, and Maverick offered a *choice* that she accepted.
“It gives folk what the world never did,” Preacher Draven said, voice softer than before. “Not bread or coin or a better name. But a chance to shed what was done to them. A fire to burn through the rot. Some find purpose. Some find power. Some…” His eyes lingered on her face, studying. “Find themselves remade.”
The wind scraped across the plain, low and cold. Maverick stepped closer, just enough that his presence stopped the night from swallowing her whole. “It ain’t the buildings.” He gestured toward them with a slow tilt of his head. “Wood’s just bones. What lives here is older. Hungrier. Holy, in a way that churches forget how to be. It listens. It waits for hearts that ask questions no preacher wants to answer.” He reached out, not touching her but offering his hand palm-up, like a doorway she could choose to step through.
“You won’t walk in alone unless you ask to. I brought you here. I’ll go with you. But I’ll warn you, Evi. Places like this don’t stay quiet for long. If it opens to you, you’ll have to answer back. And once you take what it offers, you can’t return to small and quiet living. You’ll change. People like us never stay ordinary once we glimpse the truth.”
" Yeah I know the place well, one of my friends use to go there all the time. However I never actually been a part of the whole fair thing, I heard it's fun but..yeah." she replied. Although her guard was down, there was still slight hesitation when he asked her to walk with him to where he was going. Would that be the best idea she thought, he may seem nice and harmless now yet there was still something about him that was odd, or maybe she was looking to much into it. " I guess it wouldn't hurt to walk with you, but no funny business alright? She half teased and was serious at the same time.
" My car is parked not too far from here and I could take you where you need to go." She offered him with a smile. Walking along side him she tilts her head towards him. " I'm sorry I didn't catch your name earlier, what was it again? I'm also wondering if your new in town if you don't know the directions in this town.
Maverick smiled and raised his hand. “I’m fine, really,” he said, voice smooth and calm, his eyes scanning the edges of the street like he was half-listening to another world. “I’m a walker by nature. Spent most of my life trekking through forests where there’s no path, no street signs, no… conveniences. A little city wandering won’t hurt me.” He glanced at her with a sly shake of his head. “Though, between you and me, it’s probably not wise to be offering rides to strange men. Even charming ones.” His gaze softened slightly, and for a moment it was almost wistful. “I have a feeling we’ll meet again. When that happens, I’ll tell you my name properly. For now… consider this a promise.”
Before she could respond, he tilted his head toward the dark treeline beside the street. Without warning, he stepped backward gracefully. One moment he was there, and the next the darkness seemed to swallow him entirely.
It didn't feel like ruin. Not really. It felt warm and close. She could feel the humidity and sweet sweat that slithered in between their trembling bodies. She could smell the scent of him and hear where his balls slapped against her skin, trying to push deeper, deseperate to be closer. Gasps and moans came from her, toes curling and fingers digging into the blankets in front of her.
Her hips bucked back against him. Clearly the sound of his voice had the opisate effect because she cause feel that the words that left his lips, the tone that vibrated against the shell of her ear, made the muscles clench tighter around his cocks, squeezing tighter then she thought possible.
"Make me understand..." She begged, voice cracking as his cock sealed her completely. She cried out, forehead pressing into the bed as she came for the first time on him, shaking with the intensity of the sensation, goosebumps littering her skin under his hands as she squirmed. The only thing keeping her in place were his possessive hands, and god did she love it.
It took all her strength to lift her forehead but she wanted to see him, wanted to feel her kings lips against her sweat drenched skin. She swore that his body was hotter then the fire in the hearth. Her lips parted as she caught his expression in the mirror, the veins in his neck pulsing, his shoulders and chest tensing as he fucked into the deepest parts of her.
"You...have me..." She pushed up onto her shaking forearms, breast bouncing as her eyes stayed locked with his, lips parted and panting. "Fuck me....fill me. Please! Please Maverick! " She begged, whined, pleaded. "I want to feel your cum leaking out of me tomorrow!" She could feel his cock pulsing, making her moan as she started to squeeze and soak him again.
He held her close, every nerve on fire, voice low and guttural as the tension inside him broke, shuddering through every fiber of his body. Heat and want blurred together, every inch of him alive with the intensity of the moment, lost in the way she clung to him, breathed his name, and moved with him. He came inside her, in a pulse and tremor with a heavy squirts. Her words helped draw it out even further, and it felt as though time contracted, the world outside fading until it was only them.
When it passed, he collapsed against her, chest heaving, forehead resting against hers as the heat slowly ebbed. The world had returned, but it felt gentler now their bodies still pressed together, skin sticky, hearts racing in sync. He stayed draped over her, breathing slowly, letting the warmth of their bodies mingle. His hands lazily traced her spine, up to her shoulders, back down again, memorizing the curves and lines of her as if to anchor himself in the reality of her.
“You don’t have to do or say anything,” he spoke. “You just… being here… is enough.” He nuzzled into her shoulder, inhaling her scent, and he shivered at the simple intimacy, a flush of warmth spreading through his chest. They needed a moment to bask in their sensations before anything.
Her lips pulled into a little cheeky smile. "Well whats the question that you keep wrestling with then?" She asked, leaning back into the corner of the sofa in their quarters- well his quarters really so that she was facing him. Reaching out with her foot she nudged his leg playfully. Always playfully. She knew for a fact he hadn't always had that in his long life. In fact, the majority of it he probably hadn't. She was more then a little bit proud to be the source of it now. "I mean I know you have a lot of them but whats the big one that you always come back too?"
Her eyebrows rose up at the question. She hadn't expected it. "Are you asking me because it has something to do with life and death?" She chuckled. "Though I suppose a new queen probably might feel like a new beginning sometimes...." She knew that they had rather dramatically changed the dynamic in court. She hoped that she'd given Maverick a bit more confidence- at least not to let the council bully or beat him into submission.
But that wasn't really what he was asking was it. "Well....it doesn't feel like much has changed yet. Or maybe we changed before the title?" She tilted her head in consideration, feeling his endless dark eyes on her. She flushed. "I- I'm not sure you're going to like the answer. But I kind of like being your wife more." She confessed, moving to get up so he wouldn't see how not- casually she said it.
Maverick’s breath hitched. Before she could rise fully, his hand reached out, fingers curling gently around her wrist not to keep her still but to hold that moment with her.
“Alex,” he murmured, voice lower now, unguarded in a way most never got to hear. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, reverent. “You think I won’t like the answer, but… gods.” A soft, disbelieving laugh slipped from him, warm as summer wind through leaves. “I never knew how much I would love that word coming from your lips.” His eyes lifted to hers, bright with something raw and earnest. “Wife.”
It hung between them like an oath. Like magic.
He shifted closer, bringing her hand to his chest, right where his heartbeat thrummed strong beneath skin. “I will always honor you. Not because you are queen, but because you are you. The crown, my mother’s crown, it’s not a mantle one grows into overnight. I don’t expect you to wear it perfectly, or even comfortably, yet. If you ask me, I think we changed long before titles.”
Tracey took a slow breath. She glanced around, looking and listening for signs of a search. ¨She was... more normal than people expected,¨ the girl answered hesitantly. ¨She was a healer, like Gramma was. Only Gramma had been able to tell you what was wrong with you before seeing it, and Mama had to actually do the usual healer work. All Mama could do, magic-wise, was sometimes knowing when something big was going to happen." Tracey's head turned to look a the Fae, carefully blank. "She died about ten years ago, though. Didn't forsee that bridge getting flooded out on her way to help storm victims, I guess."
That impish smile threatened her face in the growing light, though. "Rumors of dragons?" she asked, returning to the interesting thing he had said. "Like, big flying lizards, not just pretty blokes with scaly wings? Is this you trying to get my interest?"
Maverick’s lips twitched, but he didn’t outright smile. Instead, he let the corner of his mouth lift just enough to tease, green eyes glinting in the early light. “Pretty blokes with wings?” he echoed, letting the words hang. “I suppose I could be that, if it keeps you awake at night.”
He stepped closer, careful not to crowd her, but close enough that the warmth of his presence brushed against her shoulder. “But yes, the rumors are… literal. Wings, fire, scales, the whole inconvenient package. And if they are right,” he added, voice dropping, “then there might be more stirring out there than either of us imagined. Dragons aren’t supposed to exist in my realm anymore. I should be the last.” He paused, studying her carefully. “And yet, I have reason to think someone’s been rewriting that story. Secretly. Maybe even behind my back.”
Then, his clawed hand brushed a fallen leaf from the path. “So, you wanted intrigue? Consider yourself warned.”
"Mmm." A hum left Alex from where she was perched on the side of his desk, having picked up the tablet. She flipped through the articles and through the notes. She didn't understand it all but she understood enough. Corperate had never been her thing and when it came to law she knew just enough to get through the rules to get what she wanted without landing in jail for too long. Sadly what she did understand was rivalry. That trancended law school and board rooms.
She flicked to the little profiles she had gathered on each one of the people he had mentioned, studying them for a moment. She was also very very good at research.
"I guess I'll have to wait to have a crash out about the ex until later." She snorted indignantly before tossing the tablet back onto the desk and looking up to find him looking at her. He looked so tired.
"I think the big question is...how did they all find eachother and who was the one that initiated the finding?" She pointed out. Knowing the ring leader was always a good start- the first thread to be pulled.
She moved more towards him, sitting on the desk in front of him to hopefully offer some soft of relief and physical support. "Tell them- the investors the truth. You're better then three people and they're still mad about it." She put her hands on his shoulders, thumbs rubbing the side of his neck. "Meanwhile... you have a girlfriend who's very very good at going unnoticed. I'm sure they aren't exactly squeaky clean either. We could call Ulysses- I'm sure he'll want to protect his investments." Never mind that she wouldn't mind doing a little spying on his ex herself.
Maverick let out a slow breath, running a hand through his hair as he sank into the chair behind his desk. “You’re right,” he admitted, voice low, carrying the weight of sleepless nights. “For once, we lean on Ulysses. He’s convoluted, infuriating, impossible to predict… but he’ll move mountains to protect what’s his. And right now, that includes EnviroCure.” He allowed just a bit of a smirk to curl at the corner of his lips.
“We can use that. His greed, his obsession with control and it’s a weapon if we play it right. Let him think it’s all about protecting his assets, while we make the real moves behind the scenes.”
He leaned back, meeting Alex’s gaze, letting the tension in his shoulders ease just slightly. “You know me,” he said, voice gentler now. “I like control, I like to see every angle… but we can’t do this alone. Not with these three schemers crawling out of the past. We’ll let Ulysses chase the pieces we set in motion, and we’ll be two steps ahead, like always. And don’t worry, I’ve got eyes on your ‘research’ too. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
If she could hold him closer she would. If she could pull him into her more, she would have. Hell if she could crawl into his skin she would have. All she could think was close close close as his lips molded to hers. It was more then the kisses that they had been sharing over the last few weeks. More then the shared glances and stolen cuddles or hand brushes as she passed him in the office.
Everywhere his hand moved, every inch of skin up her spine shivered and formed goosebumps even in the steam of the shower. She gripped even tighter onto him, taking a quick, sharp breath as his lips pulled away and her pressed, nose nuzzling against his. This was more then physical, more then emotional...maybe even more then spiritual.
There had to be something more then soulmates, she realized for the first time ever. Something deeper, closer. It made her heart ache in a way that was both beautiful and terrifying because she knew that there was no coming back again. She couldn't live without this man. She couldn't feel alive without him.
This timber of his voice made her breath catch her throat, eyes blinking open to find his dark ones. Her fingers moved from his hair to the sides of his neck, tracing his jaw and throat. "We dont have to..." She breathed, voice shaking slightly at the thought, at the fel of how close his skin felt. She hadn't felt this human, this alive in a long long time. Maybe it was selfish to want him like that, to keep him for herself when she knew that he deserved better now. But she couldn't stop herself when his hand slipped under the curve of her knee and pulled it up. Her heel braced into the small of his back and she could feel her hips press up against his warm shaft. God even their bodies seemed to remember!
A strangled moan left into his mouth as her lips found his again and god help her, she couldn't hear anything besides his pulse pounding in her ears and through her body. Her leg squeezed him tighter to her when she felt his attention shift away from her.
"No..." The word came out in move of breathy whine then she intended it too. "Who cares?" It was a stupid thing to think but all that mattered to her was the taste and smell of him so close right now. She'd die on that hill. Hell even if it was Ulysses that had followed them out here!
Still she knew it couldn't be...they were so damn unlucky. She knew he'd get out of the shower and sure enough when he did she dried herself off and pulled on the closest big sweater...and just the big sweater that she could find, arms wrapping around herself and wet curls on her shoulders. Followed him out, looking thourowly rejected there was a bit more sulking that shed like to her steps as she padded towards the door.
Maverick’s muscles locked, her leg still hooked around his hip, skin warm against his hands but the sound outside cut through everything. A thump in the hallway. Then a truck engine rolling up the drive, slow enough to mean something. Instinct hit like cold water. Faces blurred through his mind, like investors he’d crushed, competitors he’d outbid, rivals with teeth and motive. It could’ve been anyone.
And then, one name burned through the rest: Hex. He didn’t want that thought here, not with Alex’s breath against his mouth, not when he was finally holding her again, soaked with want and memory. But survival habits ran deep. He pressed a final, grounding kiss to her temple, lowered her leg with reluctant care, and his voice came quiet and promising: “We’ll pick this up. I swear.”
The water was killed. He dried off fast, dressed with practiced urgency, jeans, an old flannel half-buttoned, hair still dripping down his collar as he looked toward the door like he expected someone to already be there.
By the time Alex padded out in nothing but his oversized sweater, he was at the window. Two fingers parted the curtain and there it sat, a truck, big and rumbling, too close to be random, nose pointed at his car. Familiar shape. Familiar gut-reaction. His chest tightened with recognition, not fear but alertness... like something unfinished had come knocking. He didn’t look away as he spoke, voice low enough that even the walls might lean closer.
“Alex…” He turned to her, expression sharpened in a way she hadn’t seen in years. “What does your dad’s truck look like?”
Maverick stared out over the glass skyline, the city lights blurred by a storm they couldn’t see but he could feel closing in. His tablet lay on the mahogany desk behind him, screen painted in red, the color of warning, of loss, of blood in corporate waters. Lawsuits had appeared overnight like chess pieces sliding into position. Anonymous leaks, curated to look damning. Some rumors about EnviroCure spreading through investors like infection.
“It’s coordinated,” he muttered, fingers drumming once against the window. “Too precise to be coincidence.” His mouth twisted into something between a laugh and a curse. “An old classmate I outsmarted in biotech finals… my ex who swore she’d ruin me… and that attorney I shredded in court, apparently they’ve discovered they hate me more than they hate each other.”
He finally turned, shoulders dropping just enough to reveal the weight of it all, eyes finding Alex, his love, secretary, confidant, the only one who’d known him before power and boardrooms polished his edges. “Our stock is falling. Investors are spooked. They want to corner me, force a collapse or a buyout.”
Maverick Draven has been CEO of EnviroCure Biotech for a few years now, but things aren’t nearly as clean as the press releases make it sound. A few fun tidbits:
✦ there’s a whistleblower leak floating around claiming the company ran unethical trials before Maverick took over. He’s trying to clean house, but the scandal is already in the media’s jaws and someone inside wants him gone.
✦ he’s got a corporate rival who’s been playing chess with lawsuits, smear campaigns & “anonymous” leaks. Old classmate? ex-lover? someone he burned in court? haven’t decided yet but the tension is delicious.
✦ EnviroCure is sitting on a miracle cure with a dangerous side effect. Pulling it risks collapsing everything he built. Releasing it risks lives. Either way, it could ruin him.
Anyway... that’s Maverick in a nutshell: lawyer turned CEO, morally gray, makes enemies easily, too pretty to be sleeping only 3 hours a night.
If anyone wants to plot with him, hit me up. 🖤
Name: Maverick Draven
Occupation: CEO of EnviroCure Biotech | Environmental & Corporate Attorney
Biography:
Maverick Draven is a charismatic yet enigmatic force in the corporate world being equal parts legal mastermind and visionary executive. Born into privilege, he grew up surrounded by wealth and expectation, but rather than settling into comfort, he redirected that privilege into purpose. With an early awareness of industrial corruption and environmental decline, he set his sights on a career that could challenge both. Law became his weapon.
He graduated with top honors in corporate and environmental law from a prestigious university, quickly gaining a reputation for his sharp intellect, fearlessness in the courtroom, and his refusal to bow to unethical corporate giants. His legal victories often targeted environmental negligence, pharmaceutical malpractice, and large-scale pollution and it was through one of these landmark cases that he became deeply connected to EnviroCure Biotech.
Originally brought in as the company’s lead counsel, Maverick dismantled legal threats, navigated regulatory minefields, and restructured ethical compliance from the inside out. His insight into legislation, patents, and public health law made him indispensable. It wasn't long before the board recognized that Maverick didn't just protect the company, he could transform it. Within a few years, he rose to CEO, merging his legal expertise with strategic leadership to redefine the company’s future.
Under his direction, EnviroCure shifted toward sustainable biopharmaceutical innovation with eco-friendly production methods, green research facilities, and accessible healthcare solutions. Maverick championed transparency and accountability, often personally confronting corruption within the industry through policy reform and coalition building. Admirers called him a pioneer; critics called him unpredictable. Maverick simply called it necessary.
Statistics / Traits
Leadership: Inspires loyalty, promotes innovation, and commands a room effortlessly.
Legal Expertise: Skilled in corporate, pharmaceutical, patent, and environmental law; known for dismantling opponents with precision.
Business Strategy: Exceptional with financial decisions, policy drafting, and long-term vision planning.
Environmental Advocacy: Pushes for sustainability both publicly and within the company’s infrastructure.
Charisma: Magnetic presence- difficult to ignore, harder to read.
Negotiation & Networking: A master mediator, partnership-builder, and boardroom tactician.
Adaptability: Thrives in crisis, embraces new tech, and moves faster than market trends.
Philanthropy: Donates resources to public health initiatives, environmental reform, and marginalized communities.
