Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Oneshot: Moll

(Based off of the song Devils Train but not a songfic because I want this to flow I love it so much god this concept ojnfwlkand

Reader refers to them as 'Miss' and wears dresses in this fic and it may seem unimportant but I'm throwing in a whole bunch of early 1900s jokes and I couldn't help but add that one.)

Maven straightens his tie in his mirror, swiping the loose strands of his hair behind his ear. It's at that awkward length. He'll remember not to cut it short ever again. Nanabel watches as the servants scatter around her grandson. She hums in disapproval, gazing up at the boy. He looks more like this mother. He has her dazzling blue eyes, the ones that poke at her temper every time he looked at her. Nothing like Cal. Nothing like the throne threatened him to be.

"You're going to be of age soon."

"I know Nana," Maven says rather quickly. He blinks quickly. Has it been on his mind, too?

"Have you thought about who you want your wife to be?"

Anabel watches as her grandson pursed his lips together, shaking his head calmly. Disappointment sank into her skin. Of course, he hasn't. He's far too young for that now.

That night, Maven could hardly sleep. He's always had sleeping problems. And he finds himself with his fingernails between his teeth, gnawing anxiously. Mother will get mad. But he can't find himself stopping. The night is always quiet. No shuffling of feet. No birds, night-time owls. Would this be easier if he had a wife by his side?

Who would he even choose?

All he wanted was someone who could love him. He started to name the girls around his age that he knew. He wouldn't even consider kissing any of them. Especially Evangeline. A part of him doesn't want to admit that she scares him.

Maven puts his hands over his eyes, rubbing them, and then pulling them back to see the dark clouds covering his vision. He sees this his curtains are blowing. When did he leave the window open?

Knock knock.

The sound was light, a sheer noise. It didn't come from the wooden door.

Maven froze, looking all around his room. Nobody was inside. And somebody was outside. But he couldn't see the shadow from the light on the floor. No hand came with the knock. He felt his breath quicken. Would his mother feel his fear? Would she come to his rescue? Maybe it wasn't real. Perhaps he just heard it in his sleep-deprived state.

Knock knock

It almost read his mind.

Maven straightened himself, swinging his legs over the bed. He leans forward, peeking. He can't see anyone on the balcony. He stands up. It must be safe. Perhaps it was a clumsy servant in the other room. Or the sound of... he blushes.

His steps are slow and thoughtful as he creeps towards the window. His fingers grip onto the curtain, feeling the soft blue material. And removes the curtain out of the way quickly. The window is slightly open. A nice and confident sits on the rail. The panic creeps onto his skin, sending goosebumps across his body. He doesn't want to move. He's scared that you'll see him.

You look past him into the room, leaning your head to the side. "Can you open up, baby?"

Maven grips onto the curtain, pulling away quickly. You blink, watching his disappear from your sight. You place your thick heels onto the balcony, stepping down smoothly. You felt like you were flying. This is almost the biggest building you have ever seen. It has designs you wouldn't even believe. You walk up to the window, knocking again. He peeks. You get a look at his pale skin.