(This is a really good song I am sir shook

I'm trying to write reader as a WD BDE type

Mare who? Sorry, haven't heard her

Also childhood Samson is my favorite Samson

!!!THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN SAMSON AND THE READER IS 100% PLATONIC OKAY THEY ARE LIKE SIBLINGS TO EACH OTHER!!!

This was so hard to write knowing Mare doesn't exist in this universe what)

Everything that I say won't mean anything less

"You're the only one I want," Maven whispers as he kisses the back of your hand. Your stomach tingles in anticipation as his lips linger on you. You feel safe with him in front of you, unafraid to show his affection in front of his companions. Even with the crown on his head, his uncontrollable possessive nature always creeping into his movements and gazes. 

You glance at Evangeline, smirking to yourself at her stares. She squints at you when you catch her gaze, too stubborn to look away. Your the one to break the eye contact as you look back at Maven with a smile.

When I'm down in a grave

You lick your lips, looking down at Maven as he sits on his throne. You can sense his oppressed revulsion and frustration through his eyes, his throne giving off the essence of his pain and misery. It almost makes you cringe as you crawl on it, the moon shining on your skin. His hands hesitate to wrap around your thighs, almost taking in the moment as you take form on top of him.

Your lips part to show off your predator teeth as you kiss him, adoring how warm his nose was pressed against your cheek. 

He almost feels sinful when he touches you like this. Its the bitter feeling knowing everything his mother wanted for him would be destroyed if he chose you over Iris. 

And you've put me to rest

Yet something about you is so tempting. A part of him wants to forget about his mother, forget about ending the war and winning the hearts of the people under him. Sometimes, he just wants you and nothing else. But his mother's voice in his hand brings him down from his high and reminds him of his priorities. As much as he hates it, you aren't on the top of that list. He loves being with you, as short as it may last.

Everything that I say won't mean anything less

You lean against the wall of his room, watching him dress up with servants surrounding him.

"Do whatever you want, you don't need my opinion on things," your nonchalant tone only worries him more. His brows furrowed together as he squints his tragically beautiful eyes at his reflection in the mirror, avoiding your gaze as you look up at him. The servants avoid getting in your line of sight, keeping Maven visible to you. They fear your rage. They fear his automatic tendency to side with you. 

"The Lakelander princess," he mutters in thought for you to hear. A soft smile plays on your lips as you softly chuckle. Your arms cross, almost belittling his idea with your body language.

"I'll welcome her."

When I'm down in a grave

Your lips twitch as you step onto the train, the giant object troubling you by the slightest. Maven sits across from you with his elbows on the table, reaching over and grabbing your hands. His eyes are dull and professional; his shoulders squared as he sits up high. Still, his hands are warm in yours and it calms the nerves you never thought you'd have. 

"This is just royalty. I'm not bothered by it, you don't have to comfort me." You take your hands away from him, folding them on your lap. A small smile forms on his lips as he rests his chin on the back of his hand. 

"I've known you for years, do you think you can lie to me?"

"No, and that's why I don't. I'm telling the truth," you continue, "I get the marriage. I can almost claim I predicted it. It would be idiotic for me to be jealous. You don't love her."

"I love you." His eyelashes droop as his smile remains. His curly hair falls in his face as he pushes it away. 

You give him a tight smile, stiffing your form and raising your chin. "I know."

And you've put me to rest

You blink your regret away as Maven takes your hand politely, leading you out of the train. Your black and white wear shows the Lakelanders your Eye abilities, giving them an explanation to Maven keeping you by his side. The sentinels take his side immediately, leaving you behind by Evangeline. You almost regret holding your head high as even she passes you up. You swiftly walk at her side, dress trailing on the ground. Your hands are folded politely in front of you, trying to look like you have a reason to be here. 

Why did you even come? Did you think you'd enjoy watching Maven confirm his loveless marriage? You don't care as much as you think you should. Is that you being reasonable? Does it mean anything other than understanding? Do you just not care anymore?

Will the story end

As Maven discusses formalities with the King of the Lakelands, Iris catches your eye. You give her a polite grin before breaking her gaze to glance at Maven again. You don't catch the quick smirk she gains for only a second. 

You gulp, squaring yourself by Evangeline's side once more. Almost for protection. She didn't move away, whether to make herself look better or to put herself on the same level as you. 

Will it ever change

You try to calm your gaze, attempting to stop darting around the room. You want to look anywhere but at him. You want the moment to go on faster. You can feel Samson's hand resting on your back as he tries to comfort you. 

I can sense your worry from outside the doors, he whispers to you. You smile softly, only now noticing how fast your heartbeat was. His hand remains for a second before Maven turns his chin towards you and him.

"Cousin, if you would not mind waiting in your transport."

Samson's jaw locks at the name, almost acting like a pet-name. You stop him from protesting, your Eagrie eyes locking with his as you shake his head. You eye the on-edge Lakelands guards as Samson bows low, following Maven's orders. 

You almost scowl. Maven's eyes find yours as he forces himself to sit in front of the king, sitting so specifically you almost imagine he was the Eye. Evangeline takes her seat by his side before you would be able to subconsciously, most like she could read your mind. Instead, you find comfort sitting next to Ptolemus as he gives you a sideways glance first. You find yourself glaring at him, and glaring at the Princess of the Lakelands. She finds your sight and tilts her head. Never flinching. Never blinking. 

I never knew a person could be so deranged

Maven forces you to watch as the Nortans bow down to her, centuries of hatred and bloodshed getting thrown away at the sight of her stormy eyes. You step into the castle with Samson by your side, him almost shielding you from the king's gaze.

"Your thoughts are thick, beautiful at most."

You look up at the blonde, blinking your eyes. Keeping your tone as passive as possible, you find yourself replying, "as you have told me. Those who repress taste the best, I add."

"Something my mother used to say," his eyes scan your face, "though, I suppose you know that."

You purse your lips together with a nod and think about the union between House Merandus and House Eagrie. You were raised with Samson, and you were both taught together with the limits to your abilities. You have always been jealous of the idea of reading minds. You wish you could read Mavens. 

Your eyes glaze over. 

"Iris is going to try to talk to us. Keep walking," you pause, "and we'll avoid Maven, too."

"Splendid."

You can already hear Iris's feet as Samson puts a hand behind your back, making you speed up as you walk down the halls.

Does it make you feel good

"Am I close enough to you to ask you a question?" You ask, sitting on a window seal in the hall and looking out to the trees. Samson puts his breath on the window, drawing in the fog. 

"Of course. I'm willing to share all of Maven's thoughts with you."

You're not surprised he hesitates on ceasing his snoops into your head.

"You trust me more than him?"

He looks down at you, squinting with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Of course."

"Well?"

"He desires you greatly. No need for the Lakelander girl."

You can feel your chest warming but you remain calm, nodding your head.

He continues, "He still is Maven Calore, though. Thinks of himself..." He trails off before looking at you. 

You smile, crossing your legs and straightening your spine. You are not surprised about anything Samson said. You almost predicted it. You wanted something more, something that would bring you closer to him. All you got was useless information, and you were displeased.

You close your eyes, thinking about Maven and his haunting beauty. It calms you, even if the image is tainted by Iris by his side.

Do you feel strong ruining the lives of everyone you love

You wrap your hands around Maven's shoulders as he lifts you up, your legs wrapping around his neck. You wear his silky pajamas, his scent getting carved into your skin as he throws you onto the bed. You laugh but your negative emotions are still there. The sense that Maven is just doing this to tease you. The sense that this is all his little game. 

He kisses you softly, his nose pressed against your cheek. His touch lingers on your hips as he rocks you up and down with his movements. Your chest flares as his kisses trail down your jaw. His raven black hair tickles your collarbone.

"Should you be doing such marital duties with a mistress?" You tease in your best medieval accent, grinding your teeth at his low chuckle. 

"I always prefer the mistress over the maiden," he says before kissing your neck once more. You sigh under the touch, adoring it for how short you know it's going to last. He can't take his hands off of you and you can't take your eyes off of him.

As if life isn't hard already

Your cheeks blush as you sit next to Samson, their shoulders probably heating from the frustration you radiate. Samson wasn't allowed at the wedding, so instead, the two of you watch over the ceremony. Your bite on your lips at the sight of Maven dressed up, his hair neatly done and his face not as ghostly. You wish he'd dress up for you. It's something you deserve, isn't it? The Lakelands princess is just his little game. He doesn't mean it. And you know that. But something in you still stirs your bones. 

You look down at your fingers as she walks down the aisle, dress flowing like the natural rivers of Norta. You hold your chin, refusing to give in to her torment and agony. You can practically feel Samson digging inside your head. You almost bump his shoulder as a way to knock it off before a gasp leaves your lips.

Right before your eyes, you see the moment Maven picked you in the Queenstrial. His face was flustered and his eyes were bright. Why were his eyes so bright? 

You don't even realize your gripping onto Samson's hand until the flashback goes away, bringing you back into reality. His hand is pure white from your tight squeezing but he doesn't seem bothered. He just keeps his eyes on the wedding like he didn't do anything. 

You place a hand on your chest, still trying to collect yourself. You still remember the feeling you got when Maven chose you. You felt ecstatic, like everything you had done in your life felt something. You felt loved, you felt like you finally got what you deserved. You were the happiness you had ever been. You're not sure you would have stayed if you shared the same ability as Jon. If you saw where you sat now, watching Maven marry his third option rather than his first. 

Add it to the list of things to forget

You turn your gaze as Maven kisses her, the kiss light and delicate. Nothing compared to the roughness he gave you last night. You blush as Samson coughs away a chuckle, looking at you. Stupid Whisper, you belittle. It only fuels him more. You smile at him, nudging his shoulder with yours in embarrassment. 

God, when is this going to be over?

You look into the future, trying to see how long you are going to have to bare sitting here. 

You could feel ice infesting your veins as you face freezes. You look at Iris, and she looks at you. Your Eagrie dress flows against the floor as you abruptly stand up, Samson following you.

"Wait!" 

A thunder-like boom echoed throughout the area, rumbling your spine to the point where you had to hold onto Samson for support. The sentinels rush out faster than people can react. Your head is spinning. All you can do is look at Maven, seeing what to do next. Samson looks at your worried expression, shocked that your usual porcelain face is even capable of making such an expression.

With one chance to define ourselves

Samson digs his nails into your arm as Maven looks back, his eyes filled with either anxiety or excitement. It fills you with fear. 

Iris is quick to move, dragging your lover and Evangeline away from the commotion. All you can do is watch. 

He's going to leave without you.

Maven gives you a sideways glance and blinks, his face flushing grey before you can't see him anymore. 

Your mind aches with thoughts that run over and over across your eyes. It's the type of mental torture only one can do to themselves. You look around. You have no Whisper to distract your mind. No Nymph to stare at. No Magnetron to cower behind. All you have is you and your weak, black-and-white dress. 

You turn towards the carrier Maven ran off to. Maybe if you hurry you can catch up. They'll let you in, right?

You take a step for it but you are cut off by your vision of the future and you stop just in time for a blue lightning bolt to barely miss you. You look at the woman, eyeing her gun. You are no match. Where is Maven, you wonder, he would be able to fix this. 

Instead of aiming for your again, the woman moves on with shooting the sentinels and your peers, giving you enough time to search for Samson. You need somebody. 

You keep low to the ground, mind racing. You grab anything you can hold. Guns, ammo, armor. Anything that can keep you from dying. You need to see Maven. You need to tell him you love him.

We're gonna keep on living

Samson pulls you up, his touch feeling like fire. A Lakelands' fleet travels above you and you can only wonder who might be occupying it. Without you.

"Do you even know how to shoot?" Samson yells over the battlefield. 

"How hard can it be?"

His face flushes grey in frustration as he takes it away from you, loading it and aiming. 

"It's mine now." He says calmly.

"Then, you must protect me."

"Cousin would be so proud."

You smile at his words, the thought bringing you peace for just a second. 

"What's the plan?" You ask after a second.

His blue eyes scan the crowd, searching for something to come up with. He notices the blue-haired Newblood with the lightning. He squints his eyes. With his gun, he points to her.

"Do you think I can get her from here?" He aims before adding, "I can't hear her."

Your eyes glaze over as you look at the future. A miss. He dies.

"No, you have to get more hidden."

Keep on living

Samson runs to a pillar, hiding behind it. You duck down at your original hiding spot, eyes searching for an alternative. If only you knew how to shoot. Your bite your lips, bruising them white. 

Can you hear me?

Always, he responds. You can practically hear his smile. 

You look into the future again, seeing Maven shooting her. Succession.

Do it now. 

He comes from behind the pillar, gun raised high. You remove yourself from the hiding spot, gripping onto your sleeves tightly. 

The gunshot echoes through your head, the sound causing a ring in your ears. It's not as loud, though, as your heartbeat as you watch Samson freeze. There was another one. A white-haired one that barely moved as he glares at your best friend. 

Samson drops, foam dripping from his white lips. You run over to him, revealing yourself to the Newbloods. 

You don't care, all you can do is grip onto Samson's greased hair and try to calm him. 

"Sam, please, I need you," you croak out with a shattered voice.

The bluenette Newblood raises her gun but the white-haired one stopped her, watching you as you try to move Samson.

"Please," you rest your head on his chest. You can feel the tears falling from your once perfect cheeks. You feel shattered like your body couldn't take the immense despair and decided to give up. 

You think about all the times you've spent playing with Samson when you were children. His beautiful smile and eyes that always outshined Mavens. 

What went wrong? Why couldn't you see this?

You cry out, clenching onto Samson's suit tighter. 

Keep living loud and proud

Evangeline grabs the back of your dress and pulls you up forcibly, taken aback by your shattered face. You can't allow yourself to look away from Samson, scared that one off glance can miss a sign of breathing or movement. 

"(Y/N)," her voice rattles you back to your reality. You look up at her with hesitance, gazing into her black eyes. 

She throws you back towards the Whitefire palace, eyeing you in a way she never had before. Your back hits a distant pillar as it knocks the wind out of you. A smirk plays on her lips and she turns back to battle, belittling all of the sentinels. 

Your eyes scan the walls, breathe quickening as your head pulsates. 

Pull the plug with a single decision

You slip into the palace as you run down the halls, the sounds of battle slowing as Red servants pass you without a glance. You aren't a threat. There's nothing you can do. You feel hopeless, you have nowhere to go. Nobody to protect you.

You look down at your hands, hating how shaky you are. You run them through your face and solidify it, the cracked features falling back together to make a neutral expression. You stop running and just stand there, lanterns looking down at you in shame.

A hand grabs your arm. It immediately soothes you, you recognize the warmth.

But as you turn, you didn't see the face you wanted.

Your way of life is a contradiction

Cal looks down at you with eyes like a warrior. You gasp, trying to break free from his iron grasp. You look into the future, seeing a blonde wrapping your hands with Silverstone. Around her forearm is a red band. She's a general.

"How is Maven going to react to you being under a Red general's command?" You try, wiggling under his grasp. You begin to sweat under his intense heat. 

"How is Maven going to react to you being under a Red general's command?" Cal tries as the blonde steps up. Her hair is braided off to the side, vaguely reminding you of Elara.

"We'll see." The blonde teases as Cal pulls your hands behind your back. You cry out, kicking and trying to escape. The skin of your forehead begins to crinkle as you try your best to soothe your face. 

The jokes on them, you think, Maven will come to get me. 

Go to rehab celebrate with ketamine

A small smile forms on your face as the straps of the air jet nearly suffocate you. The white-haired electricon sits next to you, keeping you under control. 

The thought of Samson's death always falls into your mind. It replays over and over without you wanting it to. 

The only thing you can distract your mind with is Cal, who constantly glances at you. You keep staring at him, rejecting the memories where the two of you would laugh and play games on Maven. Back when he still called him Mavey.

You giggle at the thought, your eyebrows twisting up in an unnatural way. You can see how obvious Cal makes his emotions as his face twists in extremem confusion. The general sees his expression and looks at you, wondering what's wrong. 

Cal's cheeks heat up in embarrassment, and you almost wonder if he feels bad.

You burst out laughing at his silver cheeks, your face crinkling up as you lean forward. Your heartbeat races. All you can see is Maven and his dark eyes looking down at you. Your chest feels warm when you think of him as you leave your mind in a pure bliss.

Mend the wounds and light it with kerosene

Cal throws you into a cell, letting your head hit the floor as you struggle to get up. Your weak legs give from under your weight as you fall again, your chained up hands giving you no support. Your eyelids become droopy as you just lay on the floor, breathing slowly.

"He's going to come to get me," you say quietly. Your eyes dart to Cal, who looked down at you from behind the bars. 

"I know."

His tone makes your eyes widen. Of course. They weren't taking you for their own gain. They just wanted Maven. 

Light my wounds with kerosene

You grind your jaw as you struggle to walk, the front of your shirt being dragged by the man you've learned was Tyton. His lips were pursed as you tried to struggle against him. The General walked behind you, constantly pushing you to hurry up. You took in all of your surroundings as you try to map out the area. 

In the future, a light room, you seated between unfamiliar faces. 

It makes you want to slow down even more. But the General keeps pushing your back, helping you finally reach Tyton's side. His slit eyes look down at you before he lets go off your collar. The General opens a door, leading you inside. Your wrists ache against the restraints as your heart begins to race. You see the Premier and your eyebrows furrow. He looks away, your stone face creeping him out.

All you can do is sit between him and Tyton, your shoulders square. Still, you refuse to back down. You hear the door open again but you're too scared to look. Is this your death? An interragation?

When people tell you living is a waste of your time

A familiar gasp makes your head shoot up, eyes widening. Maven struggles against his restraints as the General forces him down into a chair. You go to stand up but the Premier puts his bicep across your chest. Tyton looks at you and you grimace. 

He came for you, is the only thing you can think about. His blue eyes look into your soul as he searches for a solution. 

"What do you need from me? What was this all for?" He asks through his teeth, keeping his eyes on Tyton. You blink, wanting him to look at you. Anything to prove he is real.

Listen to the sound of your children revolting

The General smiles, "You're going to tell us what you did to the Archeon tunnels. Which ones are closed, which ones are open. Which ones you built after you took the throne."

You clench your fists in your gown, begging him not to share. 

He looks at you, his mind traveling faster than his vision.

The Premier smirks, "I think you know what you'll get out of this."

You squint, "A shared cell?"

Any presence is worth it, you convince yourself. 

Maven smirks, fidgeting in his seat. The tension in the room is thick as you stare at each other. All you want to do is stand up and grab him, kissing him one last time. But you sit in your place, communicating all of your feelings through your eyes.

Maven finally opens his mouth and speaks with a careful tone, "I'll lead you where you need to go. Which tunnels, which paths, I'll bring your whole army into the city myself as long as (Y/N) can be by my side."

Farley squints, "So you can escape with her? Do you not fear her life as much as yours?"

Maven breaks eye contact with you and looks at her, "I fear our life together. Everything we do has been a calculated risk. This is no different."

His skin flushes white as he talks, almost like whatever emotion he had been trying to control came loose. He looks at the floor. You can almost sense defeat in his gaze. 

Your lips part in a sigh as Tyton crosses his legs, putting attention on him. You stiff up, leaning closer to the Premier. Maven looks at him, eyes sparkling in fear. You get goosebumps at the sight. 

Everything that I say won't mean anything less

"I'm so sorry," you say, holding Maven tightly. The cell you are so familiar with swallows you whole but at least Maven is going down with you. Or vise versa. 

You put your head in his neck, scared of him seeing your tears. Scared of him seeing your weakness and regretting his plan. You have to be strong. For him. 

He puts his hand in your hair, whispering unheard words into your skull. You take in his scent, scared that if you move his presence would disappear. 

He opens his mouth for a second, taking in a breath before speaking. "I should be the one that's sorry."

His words imply so much. Your mind switches to Samson, how things would have been different if Maven had just taken you both with him. So many things would have been changed. But you can't change the past. You realize that now. You can only try to change the future.

You close your eyes, biting your lip as you try to focus. What path can you see?

When I'm down in a grave

You hear a shot but see no bullet. All you can look at is Maven. His back is turned. The whip of a blonde braid obscures your view as you try to see what happens next. 

"You can't go," your voice cracks as you pull away from Maven. He looks down at you, almost knowing what you saw as his lips form into a sad smile. He runs a hand through your hair before cupping your cheek, never breaking eye contact.

"I'm sorry." It sounds dishonest, like he already predicted this conversation.

Your eyes widen as your eyebrows furrow together, knocking Maven's mask off. He sees your reaction. He sees your face, the crinkles in your forehead and the corner of your eyes. You aren't the perfect porcelain doll anymore. You're a human being that loves him more than anything. He realizes that now, and he is at a lost for words. 

And you've put me to rest

"Just dance with me," he says before quickly grabbing your hand and waist with both of his hands. You are caught off guard, but years of training get you immediately moving against him. He gives you a sad smile, his grip on your becoming light as his body heats up. You can see the familiar sparkling in his eyes that you miss from your childhood. 

Your heart is loud in your ears, so loud that you couldn't hear Maven saying he loved you. You just leaned into his touch as he leads the dance, twirling you around the room. The both of you held onto each other but neither of you was there. Both of your minds were racing, trying to predict the future that laid not as far as you expected. Everything seemed so foretellable. Everything was just like he planned, the sad ending for the sad king and his sad bride. 

You clench onto his shoulders, bringing him down as you kiss his lips. He pulls you near, standing so close you could feel his heartbeat against yours. The kiss was slow, almost ceasing time completely. It was the perfect solution to all of the problems in the world. The perfect ending to your once happy relationship. 

You thought of the Queenstrial, how happy you felt when you first accepted his hand in marriage. You thought of Elara and how you always tried to impress her with your skills. You thought of Samson, who you always kept by your side. You thought of Tiberias, of Cal. You thought of everything that got in the way of you and Maven and how all of it eventually brought you into this moment. 

When I'm down in a grave

The General hits her gun against the iron bars, breaking you and Maven apart. You didn't realize how wet your face was from his tears. 

You whip them away for him, giving him a sad smile. 

"It's time now."

The General alters when she sees your sorrowful eyes. She almost has remorse in her eyes, like she understands how you're feeling. 

Maven wraps his hands around yours, his warmth comforting you as he walks close to her. You want to stop. You want to convince her to let him stay. But you know there isn't any other way. You know there's no way you can stop this future. All you can do is hold Maven, wishing that you would have done something different. Something to prevent this from all happening. Something to keep you in his arms, even for just a little longer. 

And you've put me to rest