Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Funeral

(MMmmm)

I didn't mean to, but the evil thing grew

Maven wrapped his teenage hands around you, burying his head into your shoulder. He has missed his mother since her recent death. And he has been so happy you were here with him. He remembers seeing your beautiful face with the chandelier's looming night over your tinted lips. He remembers you, so unique, so lovely and so close to being his. 

And now everything seems so perfect, you are the positivity in his life. You are happy and charitable. Even if you are a whisper, one from the Lakelands. That doesn't matter to him. He knows your kind soul and knows you'll never hurt him. He knows.

Until a tree bloomed and it bore fruit

And he places a hand on your stomach, trying to feel for his not-yet-born child. And you smile at him with your 16-year-old lips. Lips he loves so much. Lips he has memorized the taste of.

You imagine your perfect family. You can almost picture being the type of mother who hums tunes in the garden at the suns awakening. Having a child was something you rarely have thought of. Rarely, until you met Maven. And you knew you wanted to have his child.

They had a bad father, and now I've made for him a memory

And Maven is the love of your life. But he never acts like it. He spends most of his days in his study, scared of his mother and mourning his dead lover. And you are almost ready to have the child. You want his support, but you are so scared of wanting him to know your need for him. Your yearning for your fiancé. 

And Maven left one day, heartbroken with his cape draped across his shoulders as he walked out the door. You remember the sight, as you will never forget it. He looked like he was on a mission. You hope he didn't forget about his child. You hope his obsession didn't win over his mind.

Remember me? The one that bore your seed?

And the pain, the pain you felt when you birthed your first child. The pain you felt when Maven was not there. And the pain you felt when a second child followed after. A set of twins. You couldn't even remember their names as you rest your head to sleep. And at the same moment your head hit the pillow, Maven's knee hits the concrete as he kneeled for the king and was punished for his love of you.

Well now they sleep

And Maven returned to you on his knees once again, holding his own child in his hands with shock as the other one was revealed to him. He kissed your hands and whipped away his own tears. He muttered out an apology that you turned your head away from. Seeing you with a child in your hands seemed to make him blink, realizing what he had sacrificed. He can't even think of the girl in the basement as he holds you close, swearing to never leave you again.

I lined 'em up one by one, daughter and son from old to young

You stand your children in a line, crouching down in front of them. A girl and a boy, the girl more than half his size. They have already been enrolled in their etiquette classes, and seeing your daughter sitting at the table makes you happy she never got to meet her grandmother. Whatever Elara would do to her.

You made sure to not find out. And now, with her body down below, you're happy you never will.

"Time to be proper, yes?" You whisper. They exchange glances before looking back at you. You can see the way they fix themselves from under your gaze. The lifting chin, the straight back, and squared shoulders. They are already fit to rule. 

You almost feel proud.

Crying, I baptized them

Maven can only watch you as you lift your son's chin and made him look you in the eyes.