Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: You Don't Know This Man

(we were doing karaoke today in choir and this song played and I didn't know it but reading the lyrics HOLY SHIT THIS IS LITERALLY MAVEN

LIKE LISTEN TO THE SONG BEFORE READING THIS

IT GAVE ME GOOSEBUMPS THIS IS REAL SHIT

I don't think any writing I do can give this song justice)

"You don't know this man

Like water against a stream, your dress flows down the hallway as you walk. You feel soft against the hallways, your skin feeling at every drop of moisture in the air. Anything to give you strength. Anything to connect you to your House Osanos origins.

And you thought you'd hate to be Maven's queen. When stuck by his side only to be picked as his bride when his precious Mare left. You thought you knew the man, but you realized you didn't know him at all. It was so strange, so you dipped your fingers into the waters at first. He wasn't mean. He snapped back, certainly, but he was not mean. He wasn't the immature, weak leader you thought of him. He was a gentleman, somebody who's intention isn't well hidden behind his kingly mask, at least for you. 

You don't know a thing

And as he makes eye contact with you, the sparkle in his eyes returning once more. You can only smile back. You didn't know this man. You could never have guessed have gentle his touches were, how simple his smiles worked against your lips. How his heart challenges yours. How desperately he ached for somebody to save him. How much missing his brain is, and you just wait until it'll be put together. 

You feel the need to protect him, to save him from the country you reunited together. You want to save him from the decisions you know you're going to have to make. 

You want the world to know this man, the man that lays within the king.

You come here with these horrifying stories

These contemptable conceits

You can never forget how distraught Maven was during your wedding when he lost Mare Barrow. Her rugged brown hair flowed behind her as you watched her run. You almost scowled. You know how her devilish tongue works, the lies she will spill about your husband. Call him a monster, a murderer. It sickens you. 

You don't understand how they shine the despicable shadow against him, how all of his hard work can be pushed aside and forgotten by the word murderer. Don't they understand his pain? How hard he worked for his position?

And you think you understand how a mans heart beats

"(Y/N)," he greets you. His pet name wife has long passed since you first started showing interest in him. You give him a curtsey, grinning to him politely. 

"My love," you tease. You pretend not to take notice in the small switch of his lips. This man, controlled yet lost, was the gift brought to you that you refuse to let get taken away. 

He takes your hand, holding you endearingly yet professionally as he leads you down the halls. You recognize the path as your heart begins to pace. You lean into his touch, politely resting your head against his shoulder as you walk. The simplest movement like that makes your heart race. You feel soft, weakened by his touch. You never thought you'd feel this way by a Calore's touch.

You don't know this man 

You don't even try

You growl under your breath as you look down at the Red village from afar, seeing people like ants as they march around. What do they believe? What is there truth, then another man's lie? All those people down there, dancing like they don't have a care in the world. Wandering like their king isn't suffering in his own castle. Struggling as the Whitefire castle crumbles from the ground up.