Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Songfic: Typical Story

(I'm seeing Hobo Johnson live tomorrow :DDDDD)

It's a, it's a, It's a, it's a- 

Typical story where the bassist kills the singer, the guitarist and the drummer find they're in love with each other

Water does not taste better in a wineglass. It is still water. You glance at Maven from across the table. He's looking at you. You blush. He blushes. You both turn away. Your father shakes his head, returning to his meal.

You sit in the seat meant for Evangeline. You were her twin, as tragic as that is. But she sadly passed away a few weeks ago. An accident. But the Queenstrial remains active. The show will go on, as your mother would say. 

You look at Maven again, sipping your water. Some things taste better in riches, don't they?

It's the story of the kid who clearly won't know what to say when the love of his life starts to calmly walk away

You remember walking out onto that arena. The power that flowed through your skin. Is this how good it felt? Does it feel like this every time?

You wish you had never felt it. Because now Cal chose you. And Maven got the girl you had thrown out of her seat. It isn't fair. You want to cross your arms and crawl into a hole and die. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Even Cal knew that. 

And it's the story of the kid who just wants to make a record, loves and crafts it but nobody ever, ever cares about it

"Cal, you weren't supposed to choose me."

He placed a warm hand on your forearm and looked you in the eyes. As a child, you used to be scared of him. He was always bigger. Never head smart. Anything that came out of his mouth could be countered with the simplest of knowledge. Maybe that's why you preferred Maven.

He smiles. "We already knew Maven would be forced with Mareena. Choosing you is the only way you'll still be able to be with him."

You almost spoke before thinking. Cal would probably call you a filthy courtesan. You keep your mouth shut.

"Thank you, Tiberias."

"You're welcome, wife."

His words left an icky feeling in your stomach. But you need him alive, don't you? 

Well hey, hey what's your name 

talk is for the guys you hate

Laying on the floor does hurt your back. You wonder if Maven feels the same way. You lay your hands on your stomach and turn to look at Maven, who's face is right next to yours. Oddly, he insisted on laying the opposite direction of you. Odd. Oddly romantic.

You think you'd prefer laying on your own bed next to him, his hair falling on tangled blankets and stained bedsheets.

"I still hate that I have to marry your brother."

"Would you rather leave, (Y/N)?" The words and be without me don't come out but you know they're in there. I mean, it's pretty obvious. You guess you're not that smart.

You roll over, leaning your head over his. Your hair falls onto his shoulders. "I'd rather marry you, Prince Calore."

He laughs.

"I might just die."

You touch your nose to him, holding yourself up on your elbows.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

We should sit in silence while we think of what to say

He just lays there with a smile, waiting for you to do the inevitable. You try to hold a serious face but it doesn't work. You just want to smile.