Songfic: Paper Bag

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(This song is about me thank you

!READER WEARS GOWNS AND MAKEUP!

This is the only Ana song I can make a songfic about without having the title be something triggering

Some examples of others I wanted to do:

Emotional Anorexic - Svavar Knutur

Bulimic Beats - Catatonia


AND YOU DON'T KNOW HOW BAD I WANTED TO MAKE THIS A YANDERE FIC ALL THROUGHOUT BECAUSE OF THE LINE "OH IT KILLS" SFJBWJHBFEW I might actually make her kill a certain someone so lets see if I do. 1;28 am

I found a better alternative lmao haha. 6:29 pm

You don't know how much I wanted to make Samson a villain and make him do some Elara shit but my bby Samson doesn't deserve that)


I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star

Your fingers twist and turn against the cold window. Delicate webs of ice freeze over, spreading like a virus to every corner. Maven clicks his tongue, grabbing your waist before putting his burning fingers against your creation. You watch it melt, almost forced not to look away. Your heart flutters at the sight of fire against ice. It was a beautiful sight, the fire overcoming the icy decorations. 

You look up at Maven, seeing the twisted sparkle in his eyes. He is almost happy to be toying with your creation. 

"You're such a wicked little boy," you coo. His grip around your waist tightens as he pulls you close. What would Mareena think about this? is all you can think before bringing Maven into a small kiss. 

To pray on, or wish on, or something like that

His blue eyes smile wider than his mouth as he looks down at you. Almost like he was reading your mind, he takes a step back and adjusts his collar. 

You continue to tease, "I didn't think of your as a disloyal husband, Maven."

"I know you are not commenting on me for disloyalty."

You turn your head, trying not to reveal your mischievous grin. All you can do is put your gloves back on, building a wall between you and the Prince of Norta. 

You do fancy Maven greater than your husband, Samson Merandus. It's a naughty gesture by developing with his cousin rather than your husband himself. But who could resist Maven's beautiful black hair and daring eyes? Especially his touch, warm and soothing. 

I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy

Your lips purse into a tight line as you turn back to Maven, pulling a stray strand of your hair away from his shoulder before turning your back on him. A sweet fix, that's all he is. That's all he should be, at least. A unique little treasure to hold in your hand. Temporary, you hope. You wouldn't want Maven to ruin your charm with Samson. 

"You're such a doll, my love." Maven coos sarcastically from behind you as he watches you head to the door. You turn to face him one more, sending a backward glance. All you can do is forcefully wink, which pains both you and him. 

Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had

You watch as Maven sides with his bride Mareena, smiling by her side like everything was alright. You see right through him as you do the same to your husband. 

You wrap your ungloved hands around Samson's bicep, laughing at his snarky comments while leaning on his shoulder. He smiles, looking down at you. He doesn't notice Maven's quick glare in your direction. 

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