Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: The Destruction

(This song yes)

Our father, who is in heaven,

Hallowed be thy name

You were just another red servant, maybe a little too clumsy, but you did your job great. All of your friends joined the red rebellion, leaving the castle to join the Scarlet Guard. They went unnoticed. You didn't want to join, you didn't even consider it. You decided to stay within the palace. You stayed for one person - one King. You stayed for Maven. Ever since you first saw him as the prince, you fell in love with him. Everything about him filled you with joy - and envy. 

You look up at the sky, breathing heavily as you try to calm yourself. The moon shines brightly on you as you try to count the stars. 

Oh my God, oh my God, Oh My God

"(Y/N), we need more hands for the shithole." A servant approaches you, putting a hand on your shoulder. A power surges through you, something that makes them remove their hand. They sense your negative energy.

"Okay, I'll help out." You turn around and smile. The servant blinks before shaking their head, leading you to the dining hall. All of the silvers and sitting and dining, including Jon and Mare. Servants dance around the room, and you join them. It's almost like nobody notices. 

I will not cry,

I'm okay

You look at Mare, seeing her eating like a normal person. It makes your heart beat faster. You can't stop staring at her. Her hair, long and brown, would look so beautiful around her neck as she dangles from the ceiling. The ceiling. You look at the golden chandelier made up of wires and candles.

Your fingers begin to shake, and you shatter a glass you held in your hand with your own strength. The silvers look at you, their eyes flickering between your bloody hand the glass. You apologize. They keep staring. Why don't they ever stop staring?

I tried so hard to play their way

You can feel the shards of glass moving around in your hand as you squeeze your fist. You close your eyes, looking up as you stand directly under the golden chandelier. You can feel the air darken around you, and as the first silver stood up, you lowered your head. Guns draw, shooting bullets throughout the air. All of the servants run but you stand in your place. Mare looks at you, and you stare back. Before you can take a breathe, the golden chandelier gets shot at. And suddenly, all you can see is the color of red. 

And God made Eve to bear the curse,

The curse of blood

You can feel the wires of the chandelier twisting and turn as their surges fighting against the floor. Even with all of the weight crushing your redblooded body you can still fill your lungs with oxygen. How are you still alive? 

You put your hands in front of the chandelier. You can see the blood staining red on your fingers. There are screams and people moving in every direction. You need to move quickly. An Iral flies above you, and in a quick moment, you shoot the chandelier in the air. It crushes the Iral between the ceiling and its large metal body. You stand quickly before it can fall back down. You stand on your own and look around. You look at your hands. For you, time stops. All of the bullets heading your way stop mid-air. 

What is wrong with you? Why can you do this? You look at all the silvers, staring at you like you are just a mere child. They deserve to die. They treat people like you as if you are garbage. People like that don't deserve to live. 

An eagle is just another bird,

Until he can spread his wings

You lift your hands up, all of the lights flickering and all of the people hitting the walls. Wren, healing the wound in Maven's neck, struggles to stand. You look at him, struggling against his own breathing. You stand there and stare at him. All of the people in the room pulsate against the walls and floors, getting pushed into them until their breathing all wavers. The only thing you care about is Wren and Maven. He puts his stolen eyes on you, staring at you as Wren tries not to run for her own life. 

They'll make fun of you

They will break your heart,

Mare gets ushered out by Arvens who find their footing again. You lift your hand out towards them, sending them to the wall with a crunch. Mare still breathes, looking for a way of escaping. You look at her until your vision goes red. You've never felt the feeling of rage running through your veins until that moment when you see Mare still alive against your powers. You scream, twisting your wrist and grabbing ahold of her neck with your telekinesis. She scratches her throat, choking on nothing. Your heartbeats in your ears. Maven digs his nails into his chair as he tries to find his strength again. 

Then they'll laugh at you,

Watching you fall apart

You pull Mare close to you, her feet nowhere near the floor as she hangs inches away from you. You clench your fists, watching her neck snap before she gets strangled to death. She drops limp in front of you. You release a breathe, feeling like paradise. Everything feels like peace, everything feels like the world has become right. With all of the silver and red blood around you and the broken tables and silverware, you feel happy. 

As soon as Maven can breathe again, he stands, his neck still covered in his own blood. All of the candles in the room light as bright as forest wildfires. Maven looks at you, and you reach out your hand for him. 

Doesn't anybody ever get it right?

He screams out, anger seeping through his tongue. Wren runs for the door, escaping alive. You let her. You look at Maven, wondering if he realizes how alone he truly is. He is like a mere insect, but you love him anyway. He looks so beautiful with sweat running down hair and rage filled in his eyes. Using your abilities, you leave him frozen. He can't move. Only struggle around your powers. The door starts to bend, sentinels trying to get in. But they can't. You are superior. 

You float up to Maven, your feet barely touching the ground. He tries to move, he tries to attack you and end your life. 

You put your hand on his cheek, floating taller than him. He looks up, his gaze almost softening when you put both of your hands on his neck.

"I love you," you whisper before placing your forehead on his. He's hot like lava, but you don't care.

Doesn't anybody think that I hear?

You snap his neck, and he falls. The door bursts open as the sentinels coated in white run in. You collapse, crying against Maven's limp body. You grab ahold of his shirt, wailing as you stain his clothes with your red blood and tears. It wasn't supposed to end this way. You loved him but he doesn't love you. He doesn't. But he could have. You feel a gun against your head, a sentinel screaming in your ear. You lift your head, looking at all of the guards as they stare down at you.

You lift your hands in a surrendering way. Little did they know. You snap your fingers.