Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Not a Common Man

(I worked on this for two months what the fuck)

Look at history, open the books,

Buzz buzz.

You find your strawberry-stained thumb between your lips as your eyes are glued to your television, watching how the lightning girl gives herself to the king. The screech of a tipping coffee mug quiets the room around you. The servants bite their lips and tend to the mess. You watch as the stream gets cut off, the clip of Maven smiling being the last thing you see. And then it's dark, quiet, and crowded in your chambers. 

The black, red and silver of your room surround you like a cage. 

What's going on? 

Is he happy with her like that?

It wasn't supposed to be like that.

You sound of your shoes hitting the carpet at a rapid rate matches your heartbeat as a servant runs by your side, handing you an overcoat and a warm hat for your journey.

There are statues with great looks,

You step outside of your train, hoping to see a familiar face. But you are alone. All you see around you are sentinels and the empty land around Archeon. It's not welcoming. Yet, comforting to you. Yet the small jab and scab in the back of your mind prevent you from basking in the area you once were excited to visit. 

You walk ahead, your coat trailing on the ground behind you. It's furry, not accountable for this weather. Wet. You almost regret wearing any clothes at all. For a multitude of reasons.

Staircases are hard on your shoes. You are meant to be presentable, not comfortable. You wonder if Maven has a taste for your black shoes. You need to calm those thoughts. He'll enjoy anything you do.

There are gods, there are kings,

When you walk in, you see the cloud of sentinels and the king, not standing as tall as you remember him. He stands in his dark red suit, his hands near his hips and his head facing you. He looks cocky. He's not how you remember him. Yet you calmly walk up to him and stand close. A little too close, as all the guards keep their eyes on you. What are you going to do? You're the least threatening Silver. 

Maven reaches out his hand, and you stare at it for a second. You don't know what to do. He wants you to shake his hand.

He grips onto your hand with a smile. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"I missed you dearly, my king."

A stabbing pain in your hand makes you flinch, and your knee buckling below you. A drop of silver blood hits the floor, and as quickly as you can you heal your wound. Maven gives you a dashing smile.

"You haven't changed."

You lick your lips, trying to hide your smirk. He hasn't changed either.

I'm pretty sure I'm the same thing.

"I hope the place hasn't changed too much for you." He says, leading you through the halls.  

"I hope you haven't either, Maven." 

His mouth twists into a smirk, something that lingered on his face as his eyesight darted across the hall. 

You got a feeling in your chest when you noticed what room he was eyeing down. The room you used to accompany during your visits here. You remember always trying to reach up to the doorknob before you were tall enough to get it for yourself. You remember Elara picking you up and placing you on your bed when your mother couldn't. You wonder if all the scribbles are still on the wall, or if your red drapes still have holes in them from when you cut them with scissors. Or if the secret bottles of wine are still there too.