Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Lemon

(this isn't a smut lmao don't let the title fool you)

If it all were but another dream, how happy I would be

You stare into his eyes as he smiles at you, holding his hand. You want nothing but to pause the moment and live there forever and more. But no, time flies, and he removes his hand from your grasp. 

You were scared that that would be the last time you'd ever hold his hand.

But I still see, nearly nightly, only you consuming my dreams

The last person you think of before you sleep is the one that your heart belongs to.

Somebody told you ages ago. You still think about it as you lie awake, surrounded by the Whitefire Castle's walls. Is it true? You don't know if you want it to be or not. Because you know that if it is, you'll have to come to the realization that you love him.

And you're scared to love him. You're scared if you love him, then he'll leave. 

And he'll never leave you, you tell yourself. Because he's not like that. He adores you, you know. It took you a while to realize that. But you know it, and as much as you'd like to doubt him, you also like to think he loves you too.

When I leave behind, something of mine, I stop to go and find

Brushing dust from memories of you and I, put on rewind

You can still remember the feeling of his hand on yours as you see him sitting on his throne, looking bored of the world yet happy with his position. His skinny, slim body looks helpless against the Silent Stone. But you can tell by the way he straightens his shoulders and tenses his torso that he is trying to appear threatening.

His blue eyes find yours for a split second before he blocks you off, almost looking away from the memory of you. What is he so scared of?

Learning happiness is easy spent, but cannot be returned

You remember how he'd say a snarky comment and you'd turn your head, pretending to be offended. He'd smile before taking your hand in his own and placing his lips to your knuckles. It is your personal heaven. Or, it was. Before the throne made him forget. Forget how much he loved you.

You had taught me what I now see, as I look back and I learn

And you can't help but find yourself looking at Evangeline, seeing the falts in her facade. She is a woman of emotion, after all, and the way she squints her eyes and lifts her chin when she looks at Maven gives away everything. You just observe her from afar, seeing her take your place by his side. And it doesn't hurt you as it should. He does not love her. You know that. It's the one thing you know for sure. But the thought of him replacing you is the one thing you fear more than anything. That's why it is so terrifying to see him and pretend you've never felt the sensation of his lips against your own. You can feel the envy and anguish deep in your chest, burning as your mind refuses to let you think of anything else.

You'd like to think you've never lost him.

All the hurt and the pain I found

Sinking into me, deeply now

You remember one of the last things he said to you.

"One day, I'm going to get married. And it's not going to be with you."

"Obviously," you smile, "I'm not naive, Maven."

"Yes, yes, I know. But how would you feel? What would you do?"