(conCEPT: This fic could perfectly match the Copycat one

the font change is fucking me up help

Welcome to my mindset I have a high self esteem)

The name on everybody's lips

You place the crown on your head, adoring how beautiful you look with it on. The jewels you had embedded into the accessory reflected perfectly with the pearls around your neck and wrist. You spin around in your room, your black dress shining in the Haven way it does. 

Queen of Norta. The official one. No other higher up queen in your place. There's only one of you, and you love it.

The name on everybody's lips is (Y/N).

I'm gonna be a celebrity - that means

Somebody everyone knows

Maven puts his hand on your waist for the council to take notice too. Evangeline snarls, tilting her head away from you. You smile. She can never be you. Not even if she wanted to. She might even be jealous. She's probably thinking right now, I want to be (Y/N). 

Maven's touch is warm. You smile as you lean into you. You truly love Maven. You love him more than anybody else. You have desired his beautiful face from the start. And since the moment he first kissed you, you decided you would do anything for him.

Who says murder's not an art?

You went with Elara to the prison, ready to meet Maven and show him all the progress you've made with capturing those devilish Newbloods. You danced across the halls until, sadly, Mare Barrow had to ruin all of your fun. But everything was fine when you stole her gun. 

Time froze at that moment, the moment you remember so clearly. You had a choice. 

And who in case she doesn't hang

Can say she started with a bang?

You're not insane, don't get it wrong. You just love him very much. So, in your hand, you held a gun. And in your other hand, you held a decision. Would you rather shoot the one Maven loves, not as much as you? Or the one that has been torturing him for years upon no cease. 

I mean, what would you have done.

At least you're the queen, now.

"Tell anybody or else I'll kill everyone you love," you spat at Mare as you let her go, throwing her into the wall before turning invisible and taking your leave. Good decision? Of course. You always make good decisions. Everything happens for a reason. At least she didn't tell. You even gave her the gun for good measure. She must take you seriously. I mean, after what you did with Tiberias, who wouldn't?

You love Maven. And you'll do anything to protect him. Even if that means deleting the people he loves. You know more than anybody what's good for him.

Boys!

You cross your legs with the speed of a gunshot as you rest your chin in your hand. Maven puts a hand on your thigh, ceasing your uncomfortable wiggling. You dinner while sitting across from Evangeline. She always glares at you, knowing you long enough to not care to hide her distaste for you.

But that's fine. No glares can stop you from being Queen (Y/N). Surely not any of hers.

Maven's touch dragged up your leg as you sip your glass of wine, making you jump and almost spill it. Evangeline hides her laugh behind her hand. 

You look at your husband, trying not to blush as he purses his lips together. 

"I hate how comical that was," you admit sheepishly.

But the movement but a thought in your head. You are married to Maven, yes. But you had never been... intimate with him. The thought made you blush into your hands. Being intimate with Maven? Would his warm hands have a place on your skin? Would it be more than just marital duties? Would Maven be screaming (Y/N)?

And I'll appear in a lavalier that goes

All the way down to my waist

You emerge from your closet, lingering in the sight of yourself in the mirror as Maven takes your form in. You are surely dressed to impress your little lover. With the tiniest little dress you could find, and pearl necklaces that traveled to your waist. You entangle your fingers in them as you do a little spin. You give him a seductive backward glance before laughing. 

Maven stands up, a small grin on his face. You were right, his warm hands fit perfectly around your curves and dips. 

"(Y/N) Haven," Maven whispers in his deep, seductive tone. The sound of your name on his lips brings you the most joy. You almost want to confess everything there, tell him all the things you did and how you thought it would better him. But his soft smile made your words stop in your mouth as you brought him into a kiss. Anything to silence yourself.

Mmm, I'm a star!

You wake up with Maven's head on your chest, your hand on his hair as his breathing brushes against the end of your ribcage. You turn your hand towards the window, realizing he was awake when he grabbed your hand. You smile, pressing a kiss onto the top of his head. 

"Hello, my little star." You breathed out. Your heartbeat was so fast you were scared he was going to feel it. He was so beautiful, even when you could barely see his face. The way his dark eyelashes flicker against his pale cheeks. You just want to pull him close and keep him with you forever. 

You don't care if you've done bad things. You don't care if you've caused him heartbreak. All you care about is Maven, and you realize that now. You can live as a stinky Red that was never destined for the crown and you'd still love Maven all the same. You want nothing but to have him, and you know he feels the same.

Roxie!