Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Beaten in Lips

(This is a really good song I am sir shook

I'm trying to write reader as a WD BDE type

Mare who? Sorry, haven't heard her

Also childhood Samson is my favorite Samson

!!!THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN SAMSON AND THE READER IS 100% PLATONIC OKAY THEY ARE LIKE SIBLINGS TO EACH OTHER!!!

This was so hard to write knowing Mare doesn't exist in this universe what)

Everything that I say won't mean anything less

"You're the only one I want," Maven whispers as he kisses the back of your hand. Your stomach tingles in anticipation as his lips linger on you. You feel safe with him in front of you, unafraid to show his affection in front of his companions. Even with the crown on his head, his uncontrollable possessive nature always creeping into his movements and gazes. 

You glance at Evangeline, smirking to yourself at her stares. She squints at you when you catch her gaze, too stubborn to look away. Your the one to break the eye contact as you look back at Maven with a smile.

When I'm down in a grave

You lick your lips, looking down at Maven as he sits on his throne. You can sense his oppressed revulsion and frustration through his eyes, his throne giving off the essence of his pain and misery. It almost makes you cringe as you crawl on it, the moon shining on your skin. His hands hesitate to wrap around your thighs, almost taking in the moment as you take form on top of him.

Your lips part to show off your predator teeth as you kiss him, adoring how warm his nose was pressed against your cheek. 

He almost feels sinful when he touches you like this. Its the bitter feeling knowing everything his mother wanted for him would be destroyed if he chose you over Iris. 

And you've put me to rest

Yet something about you is so tempting. A part of him wants to forget about his mother, forget about ending the war and winning the hearts of the people under him. Sometimes, he just wants you and nothing else. But his mother's voice in his hand brings him down from his high and reminds him of his priorities. As much as he hates it, you aren't on the top of that list. He loves being with you, as short as it may last.

Everything that I say won't mean anything less

You lean against the wall of his room, watching him dress up with servants surrounding him.

"Do whatever you want, you don't need my opinion on things," your nonchalant tone only worries him more. His brows furrowed together as he squints his tragically beautiful eyes at his reflection in the mirror, avoiding your gaze as you look up at him. The servants avoid getting in your line of sight, keeping Maven visible to you. They fear your rage. They fear his automatic tendency to side with you. 

"The Lakelander princess," he mutters in thought for you to hear. A soft smile plays on your lips as you softly chuckle. Your arms cross, almost belittling his idea with your body language.

"I'll welcome her."

When I'm down in a grave

Your lips twitch as you step onto the train, the giant object troubling you by the slightest. Maven sits across from you with his elbows on the table, reaching over and grabbing your hands. His eyes are dull and professional; his shoulders squared as he sits up high. Still, his hands are warm in yours and it calms the nerves you never thought you'd have.