Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

One Shot: After the Funeral

(I wrote this on my phone notes and the note is called "lil tay" so have that fact

This is also what my writing style actually is ruhgvwekur bc I have "novel" writing style and "fanfiction" writing style tbh.)

Even as the wet air of Lakelands makes your hair dreadfully cling to your face, you still manage to feel pleased with Maven by your side. His skin is moist and his black clothes stick to his skin in the disgusting way it does. His silver fingers grab at each other while he bows his head. His mind runs with thoughts upon thoughts upon thoughts. Some not even his own.

"Thank you for being here," you whisper while bumping his shoulder with yours. It amazes you how Nortains live their lives without gods or religious beliefs. It's odd how a society can shape itself with no curiosity on how the world works without them. And even Maven, with his distaste for your practices, still denied his own solitaire against being with you in your time of need.

He smirks with a chuckle, "Anything for you, (Y/N)." The way he says your name is both poisonous and healing. Both a threat and a promise. Both a reunion and a departure. He just has this way of speaking that left you on your toes as you decipher what he means. 

You can only muster a small grin, keeping your chin up despite proper praying etiquette. You eye the memorial you have seen countless times before in your life, but now that your father is dead, somehow it is different.

Is this the last time I get to see it, you wonder secretly. Without furthering the skepticism about your unfortunate future, you turn around without warning and take your leave. Maven silently followed, not wanting to verbally or physically test any negative emotions you might be seeping. 

You clear your throat, "I assume it's time we go back to your land, correct?" You lead away from the comfort of the lack of stalkers and to the multiple people and sentinels watching for the Queen of Norta, youngest offspring of Queen Cygnet. You have always hated the overpopulated company of the people, no matter what importance, that bestowed upon your majestic appearance. You'd take being locked in a temple with your husband over this any day. 

"To your request, your majesty." He teases after a long pause. His blue eyes have been watching over the Lakelands like he's awaiting an attack. You feel the same way in Norta.

Even by water, Archeon suffers this melancholic curse from the Gods. Even if you coat the entire land with the waves of the sea, it would still be drier than the wood in the forest. Hard to the touch, you notice about the trees. Not filled with life and softness as the trees in the Lakelands. Everything is different here than there. Even Maven is different.

Once you step into the Nortian castle, Maven drops the kingly disguise he had been wearing. Nobody else notices the castaway, only you. You can see it from the way his shoulders sag with relief but still stay straight. The way his eyes dart to you rather than all the guards and sentinels that try to lead him to his safety but he just wants to go with you.

You say almost jokingly, "I do wish my flowers have not died." 

You think of the small area on the grass you accompanied yourself with when you were first forced here. You wanted nothing to do with Maven and he wanted nothing to do with you. It was almost the flowers that brought you together. 

"I know you favor the Lightning Girl," you started one day, "and I know you'd kill me to get her in my place." He didn't confirm nor deny, but the silence was much of a response.

You placed your hand over a flower, a twisted purple, and white. One he had never seen before. "So I grew this for you. I have more, color palettes that make you just..."

Maven stared into the flower, his heart tingling and his wrist rocking back and forth. "Reminisce," he answered for you. You sheepishly smiled, catching his sight as his blue eyes softened in your sorrowful gaze. 

And now that Maven found a place for you, the king and developed Royal, in his heart he tries to devote himself to you by every move. He doesn't want to be chained to the Lightning Girl anymore. He wants to be free, and he wants you to be the one to unlock him.

"A dead flower is still a lovely flower if it fell from under you," his fingers go under your chin as he brings you into a short kiss. You electrocute his insides in a way he never thought you could. He loved you, more than her. And that was enough for both of you.