Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: S.H.E

(I have Oh Ana stuck in my head and I'm like on the verge, you know? I love all of you and I promise I won't die before this story reaches 200 one-shots

I wrote this with a friend so here have these bits:

"Listen here you little shit, Victoria I will fucking 1v1 you in Norta. 

Sincerely,

Yours truly,

Your Highness, Tiberias Calore"

""Do you want to fuck?" Maven says, his shirt half undone.

"What?"

"I said... get out of my room." He buttons his shirt back up."" MY FRIEND MADE THAT SCENE UP AND I'M CRYING SO I ADDED IT HERE GHBERLHGBEKWHR)

You have been left alone

You remember laying quietly on your bed, waiting for the results of the Queenstrial to come faster than they ended up taking. You would reach out to the ceiling, grasping whatever hope you could muster up. You didn't want to end up one of the failures, sent home with nobody. And yet, you didn't want to get married to somebody you didn't love. But this was your decision. 

A waste of silver.

Truly, a waste of silver.

So you spent the night sucking up all of your negativity. This is what you were raised for. This is what you want, right? You can't deny that it felt so good to win.

A creature of innocence

You got picked. Not for Cal - you weren't that lucky. But for Maven. You stood by his side, not a single feeling in your heart except a sudden sense extreme achievement. This is it. This is your future. With his tired eyes, you'd shine like a blossoming sparrow under a streetlight. Your looks were as sharp as a blade, cutting anybody who stared for too long. 

Anybody except Maven. 

He stares at you for what seems like an eternity. You look like the symbolization of death, only drawing him more. Just because of that, he feels oddly connected to you. He thinks about the future of you, what Elara could do to bring you two together rather than bring you apart.

You lie for what you're worth

"Walk with me, (Y/N)." Maven suggests, straying away from the crowd of lost Silver girls. You nod, elegantly swaying your body next to him as you two make it down the hallway. You look at the castle around you. The windows, freshly clean, the lanterns flickering with Maven's movements. A burner, you remind yourself. Somehow the rulers. Somehow. 

"Do you like it here?"

His voice reminds you of his young age. You hum, looking up to him. He's younger than you but not by an extreme measure. He's practically a child, though. And that doesn't make you feel any closer to an attraction towards him.

"Of course, for the pointed time staying here, you can say I do." 

You smile at him, a forced, thin smile. He nods, the curls of his hair bouncing with passion. You stare at them for a little too long before catching his eye. 

"You look a lot like your mother." You say, staring into his blue eyes. "What does it feel like?" You add, brushing down your clothes. A part of you relaxes knowing it's just you and Maven. 

"You look like your sister." Maven comments, looking at you with a smile. The dimples of his cheeks are pointed out by this movement. You almost roll your eyes. Truly, he is young. And his humor is murdering you. You are a twin, your sister named Atara. She was supposed to be a participant of the Queenstrial, but you took her place instead. She is older, but that's the only advantage she has. You are stronger, and you are more willing to get married to somebody you don't belong to. And that's what you're doing.