Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: She Used To Be Mine

(I like this song but not Waitress bye left

I'm shaking just making an outline for this fic holy shit I'm deceased)

It's not simple to say

That most days I don't recognize me

Maven takes his crown off, placing it on his dresser as he looks at himself in the mirror. He runs his fingers across his high cheeks and pale face, blinking his complaints his away. The face of his mother sinks into his mind as he turns away from his mirror, buttoning down his shirt. Tomorrow, she'll knock on his door and tell him everything to do and say. Everything to feel and everything to not. And he won't protest. Just listen to her rules. Like he's always been. 

It's not easy to know 

I'm not anything like I used be, although it's true

As he climbs into bed he doesn't close his eyes. He just stares up at his ceiling, running his hands down his silky pajamas. He imagines you sleeping next to him, your touch dragging across his torso in the soothing way it used to back when he was Prince. When he was allowed to have you in his chambers.  

He listens to everything his mother says, of course. All of her ideas soon turn into his. But you can't stand going to sleep at night without you. It was his least favorite part of being king.

I still remember that girl

You spent your moment in the Queenstrial dodging multiple sentinels at a time as they shot as you. You did flips and twisting jumps, making Maven lean forward in his seat. He was intrigued by your talent and skill as you jump kicked two guards at a time. You were slick like a panther as you bent over backward before spreading your legs and knocking two guards off of their feet. He wanted that girl to be his bride. The strong, clever fighter. 

She's imperfect, but she tries

You bow to Mareena and Maven, your grandmother interrogating Mareena like you suspected she would. Maven nods his head to you and you smile softly. He notices you trying to hide the light blush that grew on your cheeks. He grinned kindly as he took your hand, kissing your knuckles. Mareena stared at you for a second before her shoulders square. 

"I look forward to our future, my prince." You do a small curtsey before giving your grandmother a glance. Maven eyes your dark blue and red dress, imagining his hands running down it. He looks up only to get a look from his mother. 

She is good, but she lies

"Greetings, my little champion." You smirk as you walk up to a drenched Maven after Tirana beat him in training. 

After hearing your voice, his head pops up and he manages a grin. 

"You were watching that?"

"No way, I was too busy wishing I was in there with you," you nudge his shoulder. His eyebrows twitch at your playfulness. It was completely different from the terrifying aura you gave off in the ring. Though, he supposes you like to take a break from the facade you've been playing your entire life. He wishes he could do the same.

He laughs, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as he makes eye contact with you. Your face was soft but your gaze was hard, your eyes one of a soldier. He turns his head to hide his smirk. A warm feeling in his chest grew when he walked passed him, waving to him as you tried to hide from the Instructor. 

She is hard on herself

Maven rounded the corner as you did, the Instructor hardly taking notice as he observed the next fight. Cal and Mareena stood next to each other, almost ignoring the water-soaked burner.