| wonderland | max mayfield imagines

her muse

[ set in the early 1900s ]
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[third person]

beautiful. thats how y/n y/l/n described her inspiration. the famous artist was always asked who the woman in her paintings were, but she never answered. which left her fans wondering.

y/n y/l/n had lost her muse years ago. now she only has memories and pictures. her muse, her love of her life, gone for eternity. and there was nothing she could do about it.
no matter how badly she wished she could.

the women in the paintings. mysterious as she was, she was beautiful. red hair, blue eyes, and freckles splattered across her face.

people travelled from all over to see these paintings. while y/n cherished them. she'd spend weeks perfecting them, and you could see that in the art.

nowadays y/n didn't paint much. sure she was still young, but that didn't matter. her art, still magnificent as ever, was seen by millions in the galleries they sat in. and y/n wished she could have them back, but that wouldn't do her any good.

her own muse gone.
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she sat at her easel, painting her muse once more. although she wasn't there to see it. max mayfield, y/n y/l/n's muse.

max and y/n were in love. they were always together, they were soulmates as one would say. most didn't accept them, but they didn't care. max could do anything and y/n would see it as beauty and art. that's why y/n would paint her.

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"hold still! i cant paint like this" she said laughing.

"but you look so cute frustrated" the redhead smiled.

"i cannot with you sometimes"

"oh shh, you love me"

"your right" she smiled.
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"love, you have a little bit of paint right...there" she said while reaching to wipe the paint off her wifes face.

the y/h/c girl sat there flustered. amazed by the woman infront of her. she was breathtaking.

the redhead waved her hands in her wifes face trying to get her attention.
"darling?.....love?"

"huh- oh what?"

"you spaced out" she said laughing slightly.

"oh you shhh" she said covering her wifes mouth.
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"darling, you coming?" she asked.

the y/h/c girl shook her head, "i have too much to do with the galleries, im sorry my love. you have fun though" she gave her wife a small smile.

"its alright, ill be back soon" the redhead said shutting the door behind her.

y/n abandoned her spot at her desk to go over to her easel. viewing the painting she started hours before of her beloved wife.
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"why are we here"

"its a surprise my love"

she dragged her wife into the gallery.

"close your eyes"

the redhead closed her eyes as her wife brought her to a painting.

"open your eyes"

she opened her eyes to see her? as she finally focused on it she realized it was a painting of her. she turned to her wife and connected their lips.

as they disconnected their lips, the y/h/c's face was covered in a deep blush.

"thank you darling"
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the y/h/c girl could do nothing but stare. her wife, laying in bed, sick as can be, and there was nothing she could do.

her y/e/c eyes connect with her loves blue ones as they sat in silence, unsure of what to do.

her wife offered a small smile before she started coughing. panicking she got up to get her wife some water, as thats all she could do.

she handed it to her, which max gratefully took, downing the entire cup in one go.

"...i love you max"

"i love you as well my love"
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agony. thats all she felt. during the night max had passed away. she had wrote to the doctors, as thats the only thing she could do now.

y/n didn't want to leave their, no, her bed. it was too painful. but she knew she had to.

she had to plan the funeral, she had her buried in the backyard of their estate. that way she could be closer in a way.
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y/n, tired of painting, left her room, left to go outside. she walked over to the small garden of flowers. she picked an assortment of them, roses, daisies, and lavender, as it was her wife's favorite. bundling them up and tying them with a string she left the area to her beloveds grave.

tears spilling out of her eyes, she gently laid the flowers down, and sat.

"it hasn't gotten any easier. i miss you more and more with each day. i've kept up with my paintings. they're all of you." she said with a sad laugh.

"you were my love. and you were and still will be my only muse..."

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word count: 809
i haven't updated in months. i kinda forgot about this book honestly. but schools been so stressful and blah blah blah. anyways. i'll try to update more but idk.