Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Courtesy Call

(I spelled courtesy wrong

No Mare this time

Yandere! Fic ha ha ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh what more did you expect from me)

Hey-o, here comes the danger up in this club

You step up in front of the rows and rows of Silvers dining. Your hands brush against the ground, feeling for the roots of the nearby trees. You wear a skintight suit of gold and green, showing your house colors proudly. The crowd of highhouses are amazed when you lift the trees out of the ground, spinning them around as leaves fall to the ground. You can only smirk to yourself, wondering how 'simple' Evangeline thinks you are now. 

When we get started man, we ain't gonna stop

As soon as your act starts, it gets better. You felt the undying need to show all of your capabilities, whether to prove yourself you are worth it or to prove Cal you are stronger than your opponent. With your clear ability to feel every part of nature, you begin stripping the branches and leaves off of the wood. It all moves way too quickly for anybody to make sense of what you're doing until you're finished. A polished dagger twice the size of you comes out, made of wood but as sharp as metal. Then, you take it apart and form multiple tiny daggers. 

Let's get this thing shakin' like a disco ball

Your familiars clap for you, and you look into the crowd for the first time. You falter as you see Maven, smiling at you proudly. You smile back. A smile that first was sweetly twisted into a deranged one as you shoot the daggers across the arena, making them go a full circle before returning to you. Thirty seconds haven't even passed before you put the trees back together, placing the two unwanted trees back into the ground. You bow, one leg crossed over the over as you throw your hands behind you. And then you turn, letting Evangeline knock into your shoulder as she passes you. 

After the Queenstrial, you watch over Maven as he walks down the halls. You can't see anything but his shadow as he heads your way. You rest your back behind the corner, watching as his shadow grows bigger. Maybe look like a stalker. And maybe you are. 

You step out from behind the corner, pretending to be surprised by his presence. His tall body leans over you, eyes widen. Your heart pounds faster and faster; this is him, you think, this is the one I want. 

This is the one I'll get. 

"Drat, I'm so sorry, my prince." You bow your head lightly, never breaking eye contact. His blue eyes swirl with thoughts as he looks down at you, piecing together the perfect picture of you in his head. 

In front of him, you stand tall. Behind your sympathetic voice and uneasy eyes, your body is stiff and intimidating. He takes in air, eyes wandering your body.

"It's okay," his laconic response fills you with joy. It's something about you that drags him in. He doesn't know what, but something about you is so deliciously poisonous.

This is your last warning, a courtesy call

You line up with your friends and your enemies, waiting for who is to be called as queen. You hold your fingers as you try to relax, unwanted nerves creeping up your body. What will life be like once you go home, alone? The thought goes away as you recall all of the ladies who challenged you. No, you are the best out of all of them. 

You look down, smiling. You know you're going to win. The serendipity of getting chosen was high on your sakes. You have no doubt that you're going to be crowned Cal's bride. 

You knew you were going to win, but not by choice. Not by Maven. You knew you wanted him for yourself but you never believed it would be that easy. You never thought he was just going to choose you. But it was his loss, not yours.