Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: DNA

(Yes this song is bye the girl from FineBros

YES THIS IS A REALLY GOOD SONG WHAT)

Dark as midnight

You remember when you were a child, you would go visit the Calore brothers. Spending the night at their castle had always been your favorite pass time. 

You remember running down the halls, trying to hide from servants and sentinels as you make your way to Maven's room. Your tiny hands would knock on his door as you wait for him to open so you can whisk him into the night. 

His hair would always be ruffled by his pillow when he opened the door. But the look of amusement in his young, blue eyes was your main motivation to steal him away for only one moon.

You don't look the same

Now, when you stand in front of him, you can't see those blue eyes anymore. They are dark, glazed over by years of abuse.

"What?" He asks, leaning on the doorframe. His hair is neat in its place like he never even laid down. The bags under his eyes made you step back, wondering how the innocent prince became the deadly king.

"I was wondering if you would like to see the moon with me. Just like old times, you know?"

Past my bedtime

You remember looking past corners with Maven, holding his hand tightly. The thought of getting caught rang through both of your childish heads as you hide in the shadows. The moonlight would cast upon your figures by every window, revealing your mischievous selves to only the Gods. 

You open the door, a simple escape door the servants made and you found. Maven giggles as you make him pass it. The cold, wet grass is harsh on his bare feet so you give him one of your shoes. You remember how beautiful the moon looked, and you swore when you were older you'd still continue to take him out to see it.

In the moonlight, your skin lightens in the Haven way it does. Maven always adores this, commenting on how beautiful and ghostly it is. It warms your heart, making you pull him close into an embrace.

Come take you away

Maven closes his bedroom door, taking your hand as he leads you down the hall. It's almost strange, walking by without the fear of getting caught. The ting of adrenaline is now forbidden, locked away with the rest of the childhood innocence.

You sigh, looking out every window you pass, "I can't believe the moon still looks so beautiful. I expected it to get predictable with age." 

Maven looks back at you, his blue eyes shrinking only slightly. You quiet after that, letting him practically drag you in an unfamiliar direction. 

"Wait," you let out, "which way are we going? What about the secret door?" Your voice shrinks with every word. You almost regret asking, knowing the answer.

"I closed it."

Your cheeks blush white as he lets sentinels open the front door, sending a brush of cold air across your skin as it begins to glow. You doubt he even notices. The moon looks beautiful, but its milky color reminds you of Maven's sickly skin. You suddenly don't enjoy the moon that much anymore.

Hate to see you like a monster 

So I run and hide

You remember when your older sister first starting getting overly connected to the Samos. Your father picked her over you, and soon you too spent an outrageous amount of time training with them. You would overhear Evangeline talking about the Calore brothers, saying how monstrous she thinks Maven is.

"A monster?" You itch, eyes widening. She looks down at you, trying not to laugh. 

"Don't let Maven Calore too close, it would pain me to see somebody like you become so hurt by him."

Hate to ask but what's it like to leave me behind

You sit on the ground with Maven, looking at him as he stares up at the sky. You almost feel bad for not spending his teenage years with him. You almost feel as if you abandoned him, leaving him to die by his mothers grasp.

You inch closer to him, putting your hand on his. Even now, with his soft skin under yours, Evangeline's words still echo through your head. Monster. 

You push away the thought, sighing before resting your head on his shoulder. He looks down at you, your hair pressing up against his chin. His heart begins to race but he tries to slow it, trying not to create another person for him to lose.

Fighting back, I'm fighting back the truth

You remember laying in bed at night, trying to sleep as the moon looks down at you. You think of Maven, the innocent boy you used to always enjoy, now labeled as a killer by everyone you know. Where they right to call him that? Has he been hiding from you? Is he the monster people tell their children about at night?

You clutch your pillow tight, trying to push back the thoughts. But what if they are right?

Eyes like yours can't look away

You look up at him and he stares down at you, pupils slowly dilating at your ghostly form. You stare at him, the sense of sorrow filling up your being. And before you know it, your hands are on his cheeks as you pull him into a kiss. His lips are soft, not as rough as you thought they were. Perhaps they have missed your touch. 

He rubs your back before lifting you up and putting you on his lap. His fingers count the bumps in your spine as he massages them up and down. You rest your body against his, your chest pressed up against his. 

You pull away, the taste of his saliva still fresh on his tongue. Your lips are red and raw, begging for more. 

But you can't stop DNA

You remember when you saw Maven again for the first time. It was during the Queenstrial, when you performed in front of everybody. When you made eye contact with Maven your entire body froze for only a second. He looked so thin, so lifeless. He seemed surprised by you, too. You both stared at each other as you showed off your Haven abilities. He looked so much like his mother. You could see the years and years of abuse in his dull eyes.

No, you can't stop DNA

"I'm sorry," you whisper, chin resting between his neck and shoulder. He exhales through his nose, scared of what words would escape if he opened his mouth. So he just stalled and continued to rub your back. His long fingers soothed you immediately as the moon kissed back of your head. 

He wanted to say it then, I love you. He lacked the emotions and words. 

He was shocked when he saw you during the Queenstrial. He was surprised you even came back. His mother had convinced him you found a groom and belonged to another boy. She didn't even tell him you were originally meant to marry him.

"I'm here now," he says.

You reposition yourself onto his lap, laying with your legs sprawling across his thigh. He holds onto you like a baby, holding you close to him. 

"That's all I ever wanted," you sigh as you look up to the moon. He follows your gaze, smiling as he reminisces in the old days.