One Of A Kind Maxon X Reader

1. The Letter

   "Y/N! A letter arrived for you!" My little sister, Isa, sang.

   I stopped wiping the table and turned around to look at her giddy figure. "Really?" I said, putting the rag down on the table before walking towards her.

   She skipped my way before squealing. "It's from the palace! Ooh! Open it, open it!" she said, practically shoving the envelope in my hands.

   I chuckled and took it from her, examining the fancy wax seal. I traced my finger along the seal, the royal crest engraved on it. I cocked my head to the side as I flipped the letter around, my name written in fancy handwriting.

   "Hurry up! We don't have all day!" Isa said impatiently.

   I looked at her and chuckled again, carefully lifting the seal, trying my hardest not to rip it. It could probably be sold for a few bucks since it was from the palace.

   "What's the commotion?" 

   I looked up and saw my mother leaning on the door frame, smiling gently at us. She walked towards us slowly, grabbing on the table for support. 

   "Mom!" I exclaimed, rushing towards her. I grabbed her arms and steadied her. "You shouldn't be walking around like this! You should be resting like the doctor said!" 

   She looked up at me and smiled. "Oh, Y/N. My sweet daughter. Thank you for caring about me, but I have to work. But with your father gone, it's my responsibility to work and earn money to provide for us," she said softly.

   I sighed. "But, Mom-"

   "No buts," she said sternly. She smiled again. "Now, how about you open that letter? I feel like Isa's going to die from curiosity if you don't."

   I laughed and looked back at the letter, the wax seal almost completely off. I peeled it off slowly and took the letter out. It was probably the most expensive paper I've ever touched. I unfolded the paper gently, the fancy print automatically catching my eye.

   "What does it say?" Isa said, jumping up and down.

   I looked over at her and smiled, clearing my throat. "'To the house of L/N. The recent census has confirmed that a single woman between the ages of sixteen and twenty currently resides in your home.'" I looked at my mother. "'We would like to make you aware of an upcoming opportunity to honor the great nation of Illéa.'"

   Isa squealed and jumped up and down even more.

   I chuckled and continued, "'Our beloved prince, Maxon Schreave, is coming of age this month. As he ventures into the new part of his life, he hopes to move forward with a partner, to marry a true Daughter of Illéa. If your eligible daughter, sister, or charge is interested in possibly becoming the bride of Price Maxon and the adored princess of Illéa, please fill out the enclosed form and return it to your local Province Service Office. One woman from each province will be drawn at random to meet the prince.

   "'Participants will be housed at the lovely Illéa Palace in Angeles for the duration of their stay. The families of each participant will be generously compensated for their service to the royal family.'"

   "Oh. My. Gooseberries!" Isa yelled, running up to me and grabbling my hands. "Do you know what this means?" She looked towards our window, putting her hands to her heart. "You're going to be a princess!"

   I put the letter on the table and grabbed the rag, cleaning the table again. "Oh, Isa, I'm not entering," I said softly.

   Isa's jaw dropped. "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT ENTERING?!" she shouted. 

   I winced and sighed. "Exactly what I said. I'm not entering," I said.

   Isa whined. "Why? You have an opportunity to be a princess! Why would you turn down that offer?" 

   I looked over at my mom, sighing. "If I do enter and get in, who will take care of Mom? You? You have to go work at the restaurant in the morning and go to Mrs. Brouillette in the evening," I said, grabbing the letter and placing it on our tiny side table.

   "I can do it! I have time before going to the Brouillette's house! I can check on Mom! Please? At least just enter! Please!" she begged, grabbing my wrist and kneeling on the floor.

   I pulled my hands out of her grasp and shook my head, crossing my arms. "No, Isa. I'm not entering. I have to take care of Mom. I'm sorry," I said, looking at the ground.

   Isa sighed. "It's... alright. You're right. We need to take care of Mom," she said.

   I nodded. "Right. Besides, I don't even like Prince Maxon," I said, rolling my eyes and grabbing the rag again, continuing to clean the table.

   "Why?" Isa asked, cocking her head to the side.

  I shrugged shook my head. "Just because."

  Isa opened her mouth again, but I cut her off. "Please don't ask anymore questions," I said, holding my hand up.

   "Fine," she said. "But just so you know, if I got that letter, I would go to the office and get my picture taken right away." She eyed Mom. "If only I was born one year earlier," she said, sighing.

   Mom chuckled. "Sorry," she said.

   Isa pouted. "Oh well. It's not like you can control that, anyways," she said softly.

   I looked at Mom and smirked. "Yeah. You definitely can't control that," I said, looking back at Isa.

   She raised her eyebrow and cocked her head. "Yeah. You can't," she said.

   I tried to stifle a laugh when I saw Mom's face. 

   "Alright, this conversation is over," Mom said, sitting down at our tiny table.

   "I agree," I said, scrubbing the table harder. 

   ***

   "Maxon, what's wrong, dear?"

   I looked at my mother, her delicate voice interrupting my thoughts. I smiled at her. "Nothing, Mother. Just worried," I said. 

   She smoothed my jacket. "Worried about what? The Selection?" 

   I nodded slowly. "Yes. I'm just a little nervous about it. Having thirty- five girls competing over you... I guess it seems a little nerve-racking," I said, shrugging.

   My mother smiled ever so softly and straightened my crooked sash. "I guess it does seem a little stressful," she said.

   I nodded. "Yeah. Especially if you're the one they're competing for," I said softly.

   My mother smiled. "Oh, Maxon. The Selection hasn't even started yet! They haven't even chosen the ladies yet! There's nothing to be worried about. Just be yourself," she said, pulling me into a hug. 

   "Thank you, Mother," I said softly.

   She chuckled softly. "Oh! And happy birthday, Maxon," she said, letting go of me. "You're present is coming soon." She winked.

   I smiled as she walked away from me and out the door of my room, leaving me to gaze at the pictures on the walls.

   I hope there's nothing to be worried about, I thought, shaking my head and walking towards the door.

1158 words! Yay! Thank you so much for reading this! To be honest, I was planning to make a Maxon x reader sooner, but I didn't know what to do for the the storyline... hehe... There aren't a lot of Maxon x reader stories out there, so I wanted to make one! Anyways,  have a wonderful day!