Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Devil's Train

(This is in DIRECT CORRELATION with Moll but I'll try to write it so it makes sense if you haven't read it. And if you don't know Moll is the one shot I posted before this one so yeet yeet)

My grand-pops was a man of respect, had to sweat

Just to cash checks working from sunrise to set

Gloves were not something people wore. As you read the fashion magazines, waiting for your husband to return home, you see girls in brown and yellow and pink wearing cute white gloves. But when you walk outside there was no one who'd sport the such.

But now in the castle with Maven you slide a pair of thin white gloves over your fingers, closing your eyes softly. And you ache. It's different. You wish time could go back to what it was. And as you pin the gloves tight you realize that you will never be able to return home.

Every day he'd get challenged, no trades or talents

Barely scraped by, he found faith to balance

"What was it like back then?" Maven asks. You let out a laugh, pausing before it comes out harder.

"Every morning the bimbos and tomatoes would rush over to the radio to listen to the morning show. Everyone had a radio back then. I didn't want one." You lift a hairbrush on his dresser and examine it, noticing the bland design on it.

"Why didn't you want one?"

You smile widely, licking your teeth. "My cake-eater was a radio host. I listen to him enough at night I ain't need to listen to him in the mornings too."

Maven let out a laugh before returning to organize the papers on his desk. You watch him, hunched over and concentrated. He doesn't ask more like you wanted him to. Should you even continue?

"Plus," you skip closer to him, "the flappers were so scandalous. I don't wanna bump some gums."

He turned around, sizing you up just by standing up straight. You didn't act intimidated. He could probably crush you with his gaze. But he always looks at you with the softest eyes.

"I like hearing about it. I searched at the library when I was a kid. There are no books about those times. So long ago."

You wrap your hands around his shoulders, moving your hand in the air to try and show your memory to him. "You best write one! I'll share everything I remember, I could take you back to after I died! It'll blow everyone's wig off!"

"I'll save that for you."

"I'd prefer a hotsy-totsy author over a moll."

Maven looks down at you, almost forcing you to make eye contact with him.

"Hotsy-totsy?"

With a blush, you turn away. "Applesauce, it's nothing!"

He made sure things on the surface were okay, but

Something disturbin' within his mind was lurkin'

Maven wipes the grease from his fingers onto a napkin, a light smile on his face. He is conscious of his happiness at the moment. It's almost like a vacation. Everything in the world seems to just fade away.

Maven squints, "Can I ask you something?"

You crack your knuckles, jokingly stretching, "Yes sir!" Maven leans forward in his seat and tries not to smile. He had always viewed emotions as a weakness. To him, smiling is a weakness but somehow your presence strengthens him.