Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Pg. 640 Songfic: Mercy

(Damn right another IAMX one

And sorry about the last one haha whoops

I feel like with IAMX fics the "you" of his lyrics is always the reader

I'm on like page 200 of War Storm so the updates will be a little wonky since my spare time is spent reading it haha, so let's wait until I finish it on like Saturday (I already know like two people that day because of a paging slip and a Wikipedia error so I'm not excited) FUCK I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED WRITING THE PART WHERE IT GETS INTO SPOILERS YET AND I'M ALREADY CRYING THINKING ABOUT IT 

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ UP TO PG. 644 THEN DON'T READ THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Update: I cried reading it. Like - no, I didn't cry. I wailed. I was screaming alone in my house, my hand trying to muffle my screams. My eyes burned and they still do. I couldn't write anything else in the book. I just wanted to die, thinking that if I died then I could be with Maven. He's a fucking fictional character yet he reminds me of somebody I loved awhile ago in the past. If you guys remember that one fic yikes. Maven is dead, and so am I. 

Why does this song relate to War Storm so much. 

"When the grey turns to black and the wave's on my back," Iris??? Her tattoos??

"It's the shining of you that just breaks me in two like a lifeline," EVANGELINE @ ELANE?? HELLO)

Mercy

When I melt in the kiss by the words and the whispers you sing me

You trail your lips to Maven's ears, reminding him who he is. Not a king, not a prince.  A nobody. You're a Newblood, the whisper Cal longs for. What he doesn't know - you've been by Maven's side the entire time. Maven places one of his hands on your hip, pulling you closer to him. His breath is hot on your shoulder. You expected his skin to be warm, as the burner he is, but he's icy to the touch.

"You are mine." You whisper into his mind, your pinky hands trailing warm circles on his cheek. His hair curls against your other fingers as you try to fight the urge to yank on it. Maven is a terrifying person to be close to. He is unpredictable, he is insane, and he is unreadable. He is your type of guy.

Mercy

And I'm frail in the kill by submission and will that you bring me

"Yes," he breathes ((thank god)). You can feel his body as it pulsates from under you, quaking from your poisonous touch. The softness of your fingers against his skin made you feel alive, even if it didn't last the time he hoped. 

You never had to fear Iris interrupting your moods with Maven. She despised being in the same room as him, and he didn't really help those negative emotions. You can get where she is coming from. If you just look at him, he looks like a walking corpse. Dead eyes, dead heart, white skin, icy to the touch. But once somebody can touch the warmest part of his chest, they can understand how deep his emotions truly go - the emotions Elara couldn't hide away.

Mercy

When I'm nothing but ego, you slap me to let go and sleep free

You save Iris day by day. When Maven stands next to her, spine straight and shoulders square, with his dashing smile you are quick to go by his side and tug his sleeve before showing him his weakness. Just looking in your eyes can face him down, that or kissing his cheek. You remind him to not be so strong, that a warrior always has a target on his back.

"Lay low," you remind him, looking behind him to Iris. She bears a sensitive smile - one forced just for you. "It'll save you in the end." 

And your touch, filled with wisdom and worry, never fails to bring a bit of warmth to his frozen skin.