(My gaydar is on fleek and Jon is gay is I say so

"You're like five, why are you drinking wine?" Elara says as I write the first sentence for this fic.)

The perfect taste that leaves your mouth

Maven watches as you take a sip of the crystal glass of wine, your lips getting stained a bloody red. He licks his lip, longing for your touch. He wonders what the skin under your clothes feels like. Paradise? He wants to know. He almost needs to know. 

Instead, he remains seated with his shoulders squared, his eyes only on his brother, and not his brother's wife. Not the future Queen of Norta. Not you. 

The vodka tongue that spits it out

"I think a training session with Maven Calore sounds utterly flavorful." You let out, smiling at the young boy. He only lets out a small smirk, his fingers grazing against his fire bracelet. Cal does the same. 

Elara cocks her eyebrow, her breath leaving her nose in a slow exhale.

"Denied."

You squint at her. 

Fine then, a private training session. 

Violate me, January victim

In his chambers late at night, you sit on his lap, chest against chest as the silk sheets of his bed wrap around your feet. You kiss him seductively, your heads tilting every way, only parting ways for breaths, not breaks. Your tongues battle in a way only passionate lovers can battle. The taste of his lips - his saliva - was the taste of the riches wine to you. 

All my life I've wasted for this

Your hands travel his upper body, feeling his skinny body through his layers of black clothing. The muscles in his neck, vulnerable to your fingertips, twitch from under your grasp. His hands travel your back, touching the bare skin before leaving you with nothing but your undergarments. 

It's your giggles and pleasurable sighs that leave him wanting more. More from you, a girl that only belongs to his brother. More from a girl that now belongs to him.

Violate me, show me your religion

You grab onto his dick through his pants, making him pull back from the kiss. His eyes fill with desire before he pushes you onto the bed, crawling on top of you. Your thighs get pulled on either side of his pelvis as he brings your waist closer to yours, stimulating all of your senses. You grip his back through his coat as he leaves vile kisses on your neck. 

All my time I've waited

"Maven," your breath leaves your mouth in a vulgar moan. He smiles, loving the sound of satisfaction. Loving the fact that he means something to someone. The silent hum in his heart leaves his brain wired on an aphrodisiac. He grabs one of your hands, trailing down it to your fingertips before kissing them lightly with his soft lips. 

He wanted to tell you there.

I love you.

He wanted to tell you before it was too late. But he was nervous, scared of how you'll react. How he'll react.

I need you in the world, my simple girl

You look at Maven with a smile on your face. You don't even take your time addressing Mareena, as she stole your time during the Queenstrial. She's a disgrace. You don't talk to disgraces. 

Your dress is made of metal, drooping to the floor in a constant motion even when you aren't moving. You are the second born child of the Samos house, born to be the queen of Norta, born to be by Cal's side. 

You feel like a disgrace every time you touch Maven. He isn't what you are supposed to be looking for. 

It's like nothing you do will ever be enough.

Maven looks at you back, smirking as he sees how beautiful you look.

And so the kiss became the cold

Your fingers start to tremble as you kiss Maven, the bombing at the ball still in your mind. Even though you are alone in his room, you can still feel the eyes of dozens of dead bodies. Your fingers shake against his collar. Like him, you want more. But you don't know what more you want. You can feel your whole body move as he picks you up, feeling like he's dragging you to your grave. 

"Maven, stop." You reluctantly let out, pushing your hands against his chest. Time stops for him. He lets you down without a single second wasted. You inch away from him, head still spinning.

"You were behind the deaths, weren't you? You and that little lightning girl!" You tried not to yell. But your voice, not loud, still sounded like the pounds of war drums. Even as he retreats, you continue.

"My brother almost died today, because of you." You point at him, your metal finger leaving invisible marks on his chest. 

He thought he could be himself around you. He thought the violins in his head would continue whenever you two touched, but they stopped, turning into screeching nothings. He put on a mask to you, something he hadn't done in awhile.

"That's not true, you know me!" He exclaimed back at you, putting his shaking hands on his chest in defense. You can't look at him, only crawl away on two feet as you sulk against his dresser. Do I really? But you look at his eyes, blue and sensitive. His touch, so warm and filled with loss. 

"You're right..." You give in, feeling like he's trapped you in his cage. Nothing feels right. Everything feels wrong. His presence, his mother, Mareena. Nothing can be right. 

"I'm sorry." He says, stepping closer to you. You want to wince, pull yourself away from him. But you don't. You let him graze your cheeks with his soothing fingers. You don't want him to go. 

After the crash and my cosmetic lows

You still stood by Cal, hanging by his side a little more than usual. The metal on your body would also tingle when you made eye contact with you. You didn't know what you were feeling. Fear? Guilt? Sorrow? What can make you stop loving Maven Calore, even for a second?

You felt embarrassed even being in his presence. Even when Cal didn't care for you, he still allowed you to grab his arm when feeling nervous. Any comfort from a Calore is good enough comfort for you.

You resurrect me, stand me to attention

"Come to my room, once again." Maven says, even as it's practically a plead. He grabs your hand, holding it delicately with his. His touch almost cuts your skin, filling you with everything except love. But his eyes bring you back to months ago when you couldn't get a single word in between the military of kisses. 

"Give me more time," you whisper to him. Cameras. Lights. Everything is never complete loneliness, and that's terrifying. You lose his grasp as you take a step back before walking away. You grip your fingers around the needles of your dress, hoping that you can just bleed out an die.

Take my voices, learn to love them

"It wasn't me. I'm sorry." He slams the door behind him, even though his words are as soft as his touch. You sit in the corner of his room, scared of what Maven Calore can do. You saw the cameras. You saw Cal kill his father. But there's no way he could have done that before. You didn't believe it for a second. You don't know what you can believe. But all you know is Maven isn't the person you thought he was. 

"You can't be sorry if you aren't guilty, King Maven." Your lips spit acid at him, your voice calm and collected despite how silver and puffy your face is. You glorify your calmness as you look up at him. Unlike the other times, you don't fall for those poisonous eyes. 

"I'm sorry he hurt you, Queen (Y/N)." He mocks back, the room heating up. He slams his hand on the dresser and you're scared it's going to catch fire. You flinch at the sound, cursing yourself for showing weakness.

All my life I've waited

"It's fine. It's whatever." You say, speaking your mind out loud. Your eyes widen with the only sanity you have left as you force a wicked smile. Maven recoils. You look absolutely insane curled up at the floor, your hands resting in your hair. Not tugging. Only feeling. 

He approaches you, but you only growl at him, yelling at him to get away. This isn't the girl he cradled months before. This is a monster, and he thinks he made it.

"I'll kill you if you lay a hand on my brother." You warn, watching Maven storm away. He lays his head low, wondering how it got so bad. Why does he lose everybody he loves? Is it him, the way his heart changes people? Is that why Thomas died? Is that why his mother became the way she is, is it because of him?

I need you in the world, my simple girl

You stand by Maven hesitantly, your dress wider than your shoulder length. Just for him to keep his distance. You despise your ways with him, the way you are forced to smile at him and listen to his voice. You look at his hands every time he runs them through his slick hair. Those same hands that have touched every acre of your body. 

You shiver.

Maven turns to you at the dinner table, looking at you with pleading eyes once again. Eyes you know too well. 

Eyes that can't help but make you fall for him all over again. 

You sigh, grabbing his hand from under the table. 

"I hate you," you whisper with every emotion except hatred. He smiles, a twist, sadistic smile. You can't help but return the favor.