Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Gimme Gimme

(Friday: This would be an easy yandere fic but I ain't an easy person but idk which direction I'm gonna go with this; cute or psychotic? Actually It's been two seconds since I typed that sentence and I'm listening to the song and I decided Yandere. I mean come on listen to it and how the tempo gets faster and faster like she's getting more desperate and desperate.

Monday: I went both cute AND psychotic hahaha

Me, texting my friend at like 10 pm: A silencer servant purposely ruining the queenstrial bc she doesn't want Maven to be impressed by any of them

Friend: That's you

Me: Tbh-

I FUCKING LOVE THIS FIC AND IT'S ENDING!!! THIS IS PROBABLY MY FAVORITE ONE!!! I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!)

A simple choice, nothing more

You stand with your leg bouncing as you pick at your cuticles, waiting for your service to be needed. Your heart pounds at the thought of walking down the halls with Silvers, seeing all the different faces and complexities. There's one of them you like more than the others. 

Prince Maven.

You love walking down the halls and seeing his handsome face. It is the only thing good from this job.

His smile gives you hope, the small times you see it. You make sure not to stare. But sometimes you can't help it. 

It's so innocent that you can't help but flush in embarrassment at the thought of your feelings for him.

Sometimes you'd wonder the halls just to run into him. It's just the way his eyes take your breathe away.

Marry well, social whirl, businessman, clever girl

Late at night when you are in the land between liveness and sleep, you come up with scenarios in your head. Scenarios of you being a Silver, being one of Maven's friends. Talking to him every day about the simplest things. God, what do Silver's even talk about? 

And imagining him smiling at something you say, or even reacting in the slightest, gives you the utmost happiness. Imagine being one of his best companions, someone he always thinks of. Or, lord have mercy, being his girlfriend.

You giggle into your pillow at the thought. Maven touching your arm, rubbing your back, or even kissing you. So scandalous, your mind tells you. 

What kind of life am I dreaming of?

You know you want it more than anything. To be a Silver. To be acceptable in Maven's court. To be around him, be allowed to look at him without being dismissed. You love it in the Whitefire Palace. You love it more than anything. 

"It's truly fun here, I promise," you smile while giving the new girl her uniform. 

Her brown hair is parted to one side, swooping over her face so elegantly. 

You add, "And you'll have to tie that up. They don't like messy hair."

She laughs, tilting her head in confusion. Her big brown eyes look up at you with curiosity. 

"I'm Mare." She introduces as you lead her into the servant's corner. 

"I'm (Y/N)," you haven't said your name in a while. You purse your lips together as you stop in front of her room, "Oh, dear, and you've come in at quite the wrong time. I'm afraid the Queenstrial is in a couple of days. I've heard it's quite overwhelming."