(I SAW THIS VIDEO FOR THE SECOND TIME IN LIEK 5 YEARS AND I WAS LIKE PISS OFF YA SPOOKY MIDGET and then i made this lmao it's like 10 pm rn and i'm supposed to be asleep but piss off ya spooky midget

Oh yeha I've been doing a lot of AU Maven so here's some canon Maven for ya haha I'm SORRY

I just got done watching RuPaul so yikes uhhh this'll be wonky annd sass filled

Send me love bc a hoe is getting on my nerves and I need to detoxin my mind for the next week)

You're so hypnotizing

The way the long, dreadful cape flows off of Maven's strong shoulders makes any sane girl run the other way. But the waterfall of a cape only draws you in, hypnotizing you more and more as you start to prefer Maven's company over any other.

On the day of the Queenstrial, Maven had picked you. Not because he loved you. Not because he thought you looked extra pretty. Because that's who his mother wanted him to pick. House Calore having a positive outcome with House Viper is the best thing that can happy to Norta.

"People say you're dangerous," you say to him as you lean over his desk, your hands resting on the strong wood. He returns with a movement of leaning in as he returns your curiosity with a smile. You've known Maven for as long as the normal princess has known him. For some while, but not long enough to be considered friends. Nevertheless the fact that when you did stand in the same room together, it was mostly never near each other.

Could you be the devil, could you be an angel

"I could say the same thing about you, Viper." He replies slyly. The tips of your green and black dress curl up in response. You let out a hum of approval as you back away from his desk. He retreats into his chair before replacing his empty hand with a pen. You think about something to say back, but you can't get over the look he gave you. He seemed proud of himself. In a sick, twisted way.

But you still place yourself in his room, refusing to leave. And Maven doesn't mind. Unlike you first thought, he doesn't ever say a word about you being in his office. Maybe it's out of fear, you don't know. You just like staying quiet, watching him work alone.

Your touch magnetizing

More often than not, Maven runs his hands down your shoulders in many different situations. At first, it was when he was passing you in the hall. A little recognition. But now, he does it whenever he notices you're on edge or when he wants to announce his presence. Sometimes he does it randomly when he's standing next to you, pulling you close to him and giving a reassuring squeeze to your upper arm. You are grown, you can handle yourself independently. You don't need Maven to ensure this magnetizing touch your skin. You hate how you love his warm hands touching you.

They say be afraid

And when you hang around people like Evangeline, who were robbed of their chance at the throne, they just give a mocking smile in your direction. When you and Evangeline were children, you were the closest infants could get. But now you and your cousin barely exchange any words. She doesn't like how you chose Maven over her and Tolly. And she's right. But you don't care.

You're not like the others, futuristic lovers

Different DNA, they don't understand you

Nobody understands what you feel towards Maven. Something you have with Maven is different. It's real. Most silvers only marry for power. The only power Maven married you for was the power of love. And you'd kill to have Maven's everlasting love and appreciation. They don't know him like you do. They don't understand how his mind works and how he feels. You know more than anyone. You have a feeling deep inside of you about how Elara messes with his mind. You know she does because if you were in her place, you'd do the same.

You open my eyes

Seeing Maven taking the wheel to his life is a wild experience. His arms grasping onto all of the hope and justification it has bewilders you. You can see how he feels because you started to share a room with him. He's becoming tenser as the days go on and on. He's starting to touch you more. You wonder if he accepts you now. Does he love you the same way he did at the beginning? Or does he truly, truly, love you now. Only him - and possibly Elara - knows.

Kiss me, ki-ki-kiss me

Infect me with your love and

Fill me with your poison

You almost back away as Maven places his hands on either side of your face, locking you between his body and a stone wall. It's the perfect place, your heart tells you. But your brain tells you to run. You don't know which to listen to, so you tune out both warning signs when you start to feel Mavens breathe on your nose. Your hand touches his, the tips of your fingers brushing against his young skin. You can feel his warmth infecting your body. 

It doesn't feel right and yet it feels so perfect. As he places his lips on yours, you submit to his lifestyle. You feel so beautiful being in his arms. It's like the Heaven you never thought you would experience. You close your eyes before never opening them again.

Wanna be a victim

Ready for abduction

You feel like a victim of Elara every step you take. And then, you were. Once she got rid of Cal and Tiberias, you were the only one she enjoyed messing with. You didn't care about it, as you were raised to hide all of your thoughts. Maven was the one who cared about it the most. He was so used to his mother ruining every one of his thoughts and relationships, so he was ready for her to ruins yours. But she didn't. You remained the same timid crow and Maven remained the same manipulative beast.

But surely, being queen was the best part. You got to live inside of the palace like you never did before. It was unbelievable. The servants listened to you like their lives depended on it, and in actuality, it kinda did. You saw yourself as powerful, and the most beautiful person in the realm. Maven thought the same, being happy to see you in all of your powerful skin every day.

Your touch so foreign

It's supernatural

Maven runs his hands down your back, watching as the feather on the feathers from your black dress fall off by will. You smirk, twirling in your place. He smiles as you laugh politely. The long, beautiful gown you wore slowly deteriorated. His firey hands touched more and more of your bare skin, holding you close. 

"You're gorgeous," he whispers into your ear. You close your eyes, resting your body against his. A smile plays on his venomous lips. 

"I can say the same about you, Maven Calore." His name falls from your lips like dripping magma. His chest tugs and turns, sending waves of emotions through him. You always know what to say. Your words strike him like a lightning bolt everytime you open your mouth. It makes him feel alive. 

You're so supersonic

Wanna feel your powers

The fire underneath his aching skin against all of the rodents and rats running through your veins collide as you two share an embrace. His fingers run against every one of your curves. You breathe against his neck, intertwining your fingers with the roots of his curliest hairs. He thought you were so fitting for his bride. Just the way your skin fits into his form so easily. He loves the way your neck rests on his lips as he kisses it deeply. 

"I love you," he whispers against your shoulder. Your hands, around his neck, tighten with surprise running through your muscles. 

"I love you, too." You whisper before you can think.

For you I'd risk it all

For a while in your life, you didn't think that Maven actually loved you. You didn't realize how far he was willing to go to protect you from the world until during an attack when he shielded you with his body, and eventually, his life. Silver blood dripped into your hands from the wounds in his chest, more than one. You couldn't believe your eyes. You were drained, unable to express your emotions how you thought. All you could do was how you were raised to treat a death. You laid Maven on his chest, his head in your lap as you wept. You told him you loved him while brushing his hair with your hand.

Ptolemus worked over him, Wren on his other side. They both communicated on an emotional level you didn't understand. All you can think about how keeping Maven safe in your arms, telling him that everything will be alright. All he does is stare at you with his blue eyes that run away from light. 

And then, Wren finished healing him. His conciseness returned. But to you, he was still dead. You couldn't grasp on his reanimation as he sits up. Your breathing quickens and your head spins. He's alive. Everything is fine. He is... fine. 

He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly. You are his first priority. You will always be his first priority. 

"I love you so much." You whisper into his ear. You hold him tightly, thanking god that you ended up as his Queen.