Maven X Reader One Shots (2)

Male! Reader Songfic: Too Close

(it just makes more sense for it to be a guy ngl)

He's so beautiful

pRed petals brush against Maven's lips as he smells the rose. Smells sweet. He closes his eyes, looking through the slightest slit at you. Your face isn't visible under your big, yellow hat. Your fingernails have dirt under them and your pants have smears of mud. When you noticed Maven looking at you, you lifted your head and smiled. You put down the watering can and wave. 

He gives a small smile and waves back.

Makes me wanna believe 

He's got a heart of gold 

That nobody can see

You glance up at Maven as he lingers around, walking past the shrubs and running his hands across the trees. His face is stern. You get scared around him. But whenever he glances up at you and catches you staring his eyes soften and a blush forms on his cheeks. He never approaches. Just stalks from a distance. 

You can never decide if it scares you or makes you feel appreciated. Or if he's the predator in this situation, waiting for his prey to be caught off guard. What will he do then?

It's time for you to leave

You take your gloves off, the velcro peeling off with ease as you slide it from your dirty fingers. You wash your hands before untying the apron from behind your neck. And your sun hat is last, the weight releasing from your neck. You love the feeling of the breeze on your neck. The door closes with a loud bang as you leave the garden, passing through the trees that are grown so carefully close to each other. You slip through easily. 

And you look through the dark with your arms in front of you, your fear of tripping had never truly disappeared. But then your hands grabbed onto something familiar. A ladder. And you climb up before taking out the lighter in your pocket and lighting the lantern right outside of the door. Your house. A friendly little treehouse you made for yourself. Branches lean in from the cracks and dead leaves crowd the floor. They crunch as you make your way to your bed.

Something crinkles as you sit down. Something you didn't notice. It's a note. Curious, you unfold it only to be greeted by cursive writing.

Found you
-Maven Calore

I want to want you, baby

But you're making it so hard

The next morning the prince took to his regular spot, awkwardly loitering near the shrubs. You eyed him and he eyed you. There was no more looking away. Your heartbeat was loud in your ears. Stalker. Creep. Somewhat endearing? You find yourself to be the one blushing. 

When the day retired and you had to, too, you snuck back into the shed and began to undress from your uniform. The door closed with a loud smack, but this time, you weren't the one to close it. You turn around, your hair free and the sun hat in your hand. You freeze when you see him. His face glistens from a light layer of sweat from being outside all day. And his hands are veiny as they tighten their grip on the wooden table next to him.

I tried to bite the bullet

And just take you as you are

And he grabs your face, kissing you roughly. You gasp a bit. You felt like melting into his grasp. The night air travels against your heated skin, trying to cool you down. Passion. You grip onto his hair and he lifts you onto a table. Your fingers work on the buttons of his shirt until he pulls away. You can barely look him in the eyes. You try to focus your gaze on something else. His collar bones, the shears on the wall, the moon, your shaking fingers.