Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Ode to Justin Bieber

(The new album came out today and this is definitely my favorite omg)

Yeah, it's really, really weird to want the whole world to love you

You bend over the vanity, staring at yourself closely in the mirror. You apply a small part of powder in the corners of your nose, making sure no one can see the slight discoloration. Anything to make the public happy, right? Your eyes glance to the side a bit, seeing the printed picture of you as a child with your father, sitting together and surrounded by guards. You were wearing a flower crown. Should you wear one again? Maybe on your wedding day.

I think it's pretty bad for my life and relationships

Maven pulls gloves onto his thin, pale hands. He tightens his collar, staring at his reflection as servants surround him. This is who he is. He is grown now. He can stop time. He is happy. He is happy, right? Maven looks at his nose, his eyes, and his chin. He can see the bits of his father that survived throughout his mother's corrupted genetics. Born evil. Evil. Is he evil? Will he always be evil? Doesn't evil ever die? Can it be cured?

Sometimes I walk into public and instantly think that the public doesn't like me, shit

You walk down the hall with your butler by your side. A strongarm. A person request. He lessens your worries. You don't like staying in this castle. It makes you feel unsafe. Your butler is stiff, wired and not looking at you. He must be aware of the camera's, right?

Maven sees you, smiling on the inside. He wants to run up to you, hold you in his gaze. Cameras. His eyes flicker to the ceiling for only a second. The Arven on his side stands up straight, almost pushing Maven along. Maven's steps widen. He feels secure. Safe to see you standing there. Happiness. Finally. It feels like a reward. The way his heart beats and his how his fingers start to shake. He wants nothing but to kiss you. But he can't.

I don't really know what I want but I do know that I want a little more

All he can do is grab onto your hands, kissing each of your knuckles. You giggle. Heaven to him.

"Maven Calore, I am pleased to make your acquaintance. I am (Y/N) Iral."

He stands up straight. Why can't he stop smiling? (Y/N) Iral, of course, it is. The most perfect Silver on the planet to him.

"(Y/N) Iral, your handwriting has brought me more happiness than the crown placed upon my head. It is nice to finally meet you."

"Ah, I wish I could say the same thing about yours."

He cackles, loving the sound of your voice. He imagined it for so long. Hearing your cunning insults in person is all he wanted.

All he wants now is to bend down to one knee and ask for your hand in marriage.

Of your attention, your love, please look me in the eyes while I try to make you (*beep*)

It is your turn to look up at the cameras. You grab his hands again, yanking him close to you. He stumbles. Classy for a king. He really is new to this.

You two are close. Noses almost touching. You're sure he can feel your heartbeat through your fingers but you don't care. You want to kiss him. He doesn't pull away. Does he want it to? Another flicker. Your pupils stare into the dilating dot on the camera. Not now.

You lean forward, placing a warm kiss on his cheek. You never look away from the camera as you do. Whoever is looking. Enjoy the show.

So just smile, yo please smile, look me in the eyes, hold it for a while