(maybe I'll post random songfics when I'm bored and emotional bc ya'll I got a "mans" and holy shit ya'll my life is wilding

I wrote some of these scenes thinking about my mans and I could literally s m e l l him as I was writing them um hello)

All I ever wanted was somebody to hear me

Maven puts his hand in your hair, tilting his head in the familiar way he does whenever he goes for a neck kiss. He dips in, and you can smell him. You can feel his hair against your cheek. You wait for his lips; you wait for his touch to release you. 

Instead, he whispers in your ear: "Do you want me?"

And his guts twist as he waits for your answer. He hides his face from you; his silver-flushed skin and his fluttering eyelids. Please, he almost begs, please want me. 

And all I ever wanted was somebody to feel me

You wrap your hands around his shoulders, feeling how firm and tense he is. And you rest your forehead on his shoulder pads, holding him in that soothing yet uncomfortable position.

"Don't ask questions you already know that answer to..." Mavey, you almost add. 

He pulls back too early like he always does. And you stare into his eyes, no matter how much you don't want to. He purses his lips.

"I just want to hear you say it," he admits with a light voice. 

You put his hair away from his face, viewing his pale skin and biting your lip. Your hands begin to shake as you give him a sad smile.

"I do want you, Maven."

And everybody wanna tell me that I'm out of my head

He smiles, his eyes bloodshot and his hair falling back into his face. You twist and turn in your seat as you struggle against the chains he has tired around your ankles. 

His fingers fall on your knee, calming it from its once bouncing movement. His eyes stare into yours. You can't find it in you to look away. Your scared of what's going to happen once you displease him. He will replace you, perhaps?

You look down at your chains.

Somehow, you don't think you'd want that.

It's been a long time but I'm back now

Occasionally, Maven will sit down for tea. His tie would be undone, his shirt not tucked in. He looks the most beautiful that way. It makes you feel safe. Like he trusts you to see him in this calm state. 

And you two sit in silence, and that's enough. Just staring at each other is enough to make you squirm in your seat, anticipation killing you. And for seconds on end, you almost enjoy the chains. 

Maven gives you a smirk. The smirk he does where he tilts his chin down, looking up at you with that demonic glance. You just smile, closing your eyes and basking in the emotion you are feeling. 

You ask him, "How was your day?"

And his eyes darken a little, and he doesn't answer your question right away. 

"I am thinking of...."

You blink, "the lightning girl, again?"

And you better get ready cause you might find

"That tone of yours will get you in trouble." Maven warns, lifting his head and staring down at you menacingly. You cower in your chair, lacking the will to say anything to displease him. And he sees this, observing the way you sulk when he raises his voice.

He sighs, "tell me about her."

"Maven--"

"Please, (Y/N)."

You look up, blinking slowly. He refuses to look back at you.

I'm from a different place and my kind

It's a little bit different than yours is

You told him about how rebellious she had always been, even as a child. How she even tried to steal from her friends before adapting to strangers on the street. You'd always catch her in the act of trying to grab something from your pocket. It was almost a game you'd play. And you played it until the moment she left, lacking the effort to even say goodbye to you. At least you found out why, nearly a day later. 

Maven closes his eyes, smiling to himself. He loves that memory. The thought of when Mareena was shown off as his bride. He felt prideful, he felt the happiest he could have been. And he licks his lips, smiling at the sight of you being uncomfortable telling this story again.

It's just been in mourning from the moment I quit recording

And alone, at night, you sit in your cellar with nothing but the blankets that faintly smell like Mare. And you enjoy the smell. It reminds you of home. 

You curl up into a ball, feeling your pulse fight against your ankles, desperate to be free. But your heart tingles and shakes, aching at the thought of being free from Maven's grasp. You want nothing but him. And you hate it.

What had inspired you to be this in love? Was it his kind smile as he looked down at you, watching how you reacted to seeing Mareena Titanos. 

You close your eyes.

You hate that memory.

Listen I'm warming up and you're misinformed if

You think that I'm slipping up, this ain't sick enough, then I'll skip the chorus

Maven trails his hand down your jaw, putting it under your chin before making you look at him. 

You smile, the look twisted, "How is she? Mare, of course. You're trying to find her, yes?"

He only smirks. 

"The only one I have eyes for is you, my dear."

It was an obvious lie. Of course, you couldn't tell from his face or his tone. You could tell because you know him; you know his desire and obsession. His thirst for something more. Something more than you. 

At least, you assume so. You don't have anything but your own mind to go off of.

I've been here ain't nobody heard of me?

You limp around Maven's room, ankles sore but usable. 

Your eyes dart from left to right, searching for something. Something you don't know. 

It's just... the air around his room doesn't feel right. It's just odd. Almost unbearable.

You touch his dresser, the red blood on your fingertips staining the wood. You know something is wrong. You know something is different. You know. Somehow... you just know. 

Your hands glide against the surface, knocking things over. You wish Maven will somehow hear and rush in, saving you from your paranoia. To assure you that everything will be okay. 

Or that a servant will come in, find the hidden toy and try set it free. The idea sounds pleasant, even if you wish for nothing of the sort.

You don't really know what you wish anymore.

Just for Maven to place his arms around you and kiss your neck, the gentle way he does.

Yeah I'ma turn this beat to a murder scene

The red blood on your fingertips starts to make your head spin. You feel weak, defenseless. But you had to keep looking. 

You limped some more, unable to put weight on your other leg, which you had cut off after a nights work. And you knew it would put you in no danger, as you were well acquaintanced with your ability to regrow limbs. 

But it still hurts; stings and overgrows your body. You wish the pain would stop. As with every step, it gets worse. But you love Maven more than you feel pain.

I don't live for the world

"(Y/N)," you hear your name in a familiar voice. The door to Maven's room opens, light from the hallways pouring in and revealing your weakening form.

You make eye contact with two pairs of blue eyes.

Maven steps in quickly, running to your side and grasping you tightly. "Hey, hey," he whispers into your hair while kissing your cheek. You can smell him. Yet nothing feels real. Nothing except the burning in your ankle, something you almost start to get used to.

Samson walks in after him, calmly and professionally. He just steps in like he's done it before. You can feel his eyes on you but you refuse to look at him.

I live for the King, I live for the King, focus

You whine out, "Maven."  And he listens. He pulls you into his chest, and you snuggle up against him. It's nice. You wish it would last forever. 

"But it will last forever," Samson coos as he kneels down next to you. Maven almost pulls you away. 

You can feel Samson's fingers in your hair, and the pain in your ankle suddenly goes away. A small sigh falls from your lips. But he doesn't stop, and suddenly everything goes away. Maven hugs you tighter, and it's all you can feel. Your heart begins to pound violently.

"I love you," you whisper to Maven. You can feel your chest tingling. How you love him, so. He's the only one you want. The only one you want. 

He smiles, kissing your neck in the way he knows you love. 

"I love you too, (Y/N). I just don't want you to leave me."

What am I insane maybe, plain crazy?

You sit in his study with him, watching as he drinks tea. You have chains wrapped around your ankles, but at least Maven is here with you.

You watch as his eyes look into yours, and it feels different. It tingles your chest in such a peculiar way. You smile. So does he.

Don't tell me this ain't how I feel

This is all I have all I have