Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Yubikiri

(this song is wild and perfect for a Maven fic???? Like the lyrics are???? Wow????

UPDATE: DID YA'LL SEE THE FUCKING WAR STORM TRAILER BC HOLY SHIT MAVEN AND IRIS GOT ME QUAKING SISTER LIKE MAVEN'S VOICE HECK

"I will not be controlled by people living on borrowed time and stolen thrones. Let them face the flood." ~Iris

"I need to see them both again at least once more before the war ends. It's their deaths... more mine." ~ Maven

"I know what the world looks like from a king's right hand. I don't care to live that life again." ~Evangeline

"I am a king as much as anyone can be. To the blood; to the bone." ~Cal

"I can less than his crown but he is less than my cause. Lighting has no mercy and neither do I." ~Mare)

Tonight I give my body up to him

"I promise," you whisper to Maven before crossing pinkies. He smiles, enjoying the feeling of his life in your hands. You have known Maven since you were a child. You would constantly sneak into the castle and steal trinkets and food to sell. You're a newblood with the modern ability to generate any weapon. You've used this power as a young child to take down any competition. You were quickly spotted one day in the castle and taken from your home. Now, you are used as a bodyguard sort of protector for the princes. 

And now, as Maven touches the king's crown on his head, you realize how real your job has become. His life needs to be protected more than it had before. 

For you alone, I'd carry any sin

No matter what happens, no matter who you have to kill, you are ready to give your life for Maven. The way he looks at you and breathes your deadly air gives you a reason to be with him the way you do. You have never taken a life, but the feeling of sin against your skin is something you'd bleed for. You await your time to shine. You wait for the moment you'll show Maven how much you love him.

Trust me when I say, you're rare in every way

You look at the way Maven runs his throne. His emotionless decisions and obsession regarding Mare is something you'd never guess from the way he acted as a child. He was always quiet and calm, never this powerful and overwhelming. He is a new king and a new person. You can see why he was less popular against his older brother. 

I prefer to speak my mind

"I don't like the way you surround yourself with that red in the basement," you say to Maven as he sits down in front of a vanity. You comb his hair, messing with it in a way you have always wanted to. He loves to relax in your room in the morning where you do his hair a way that no servant can. 

He looks at you from the mirror, watching the way your lips curl up into a grin as you show how delighted you are with your sass.

"Have you already forgotten that you are a red, also?" He responds. He gets a bit defensive, to your distaste. You develop a violent tendency to yank on his hair. You want to show him what would happen if he speaks to you like that again. But you don't do anything, just smiling as your fingers brush through his hair. 

"It seems we both have forgotten our pasts, King Maven." You play with his hair, tugging on the back of his head to bring his head up. He looks up at you as you lean above him, gazing into his blue eyes. He looks frustrated. You don't mean what you say. You just love playing with him. But he's more emotional than you and takes most of the things you say more seriously than you'd prefer.

You kiss his forehead, wishing him a good day before letting him go and walking to the depths of your room. You watch through a mirror as he stands up, running a hand through his brushed hair. His fists are red from clenching his words back. He looks at you with a sorrowful look. You try to ignore him but your heart starts to ache from his desperate eyes.