Maven Calore X Reader One Shots

Songfic: I Can't Fix You

(I haven't been in the right mindset to write fics because they 100% of the time are really depressing and repressed so idk this one is a yandere fic but I can handle it.

This is the longest fic yikes)

I've been trying for so long

To sing you the right song

The chain around your ankle clinks against the floor. They can't hear it over the sound of the music and your singing. No camera dares to pan to the floor, only keeping your face in the shot. You sing for the silvers, the public draining your blood before sending you out. You try to dissociate, trying not to stare into the camera. But every time you mess up you get shocked, a reminder to stand up straight and perform with a smile.

To show you something different

Everyday

You work your heart out to sing for the silvers. You write only most of your songs, but at least the voice is always yours. You try to be unique. If you're boring, you're scared they might delete you from the public. The key is the shock-factor, to always be surprising. Always be unique. Always.

So you hear what I have to say

Like puzzle pieces

"So free me from my heart," you sing as you stare at the camera. You wink, sending negative vibes through the lens. Watching from miles away is Maven, listening to your voice like white noise. The other people in the castle though, watch the broadcast closely. The servants keep their eyes on you as they do laundry and wash the dishes. They love you, and so do most of the silvers. 

Maven tries not to watch, he tries not to listen. He knows he'll fall in love.

And now we're here at a standstill

Maven has heard everything good about you. He has heard about how beautiful you are, how perfect your body is and how enchanting your voice is. He knows in his most vulnerable time that he's going to fall in love with you if he sees your beauty. He just wants a moment to himself before he decides whether to listen to your words or not.

I wonder if you feel

The kind of pain that rips your

Insides out

You and Maven both feel trapped inside of your roles. Whether it's idol or king, it's all just a cage. And as Maven sits in the corner, you're the one to claw out of the bars and find the nearest key.

From your stage, you think about a way to cease everything happening. Your song is almost over, you need to think. Something that won't get you in trouble... Which is like nothing. So as the music end and you hit the last note, you smile at the camera.

That's something I know all about

"That's for you, King Maven!" You give a wink to the camera. 

Maven blinks in his spot, looking down at the floor before glancing at the screen quickly. He takes a deep breath. It's almost like you're staring into his eyes. Your face, dotted with only colors of red, burn an image into his mind. With your flowing hair and extending arms finding their way into his brain, he sits down to ponder about the seasonal decorations you wear on your shoulders. 

Shocking, ain't it?

The cameras turned off, leaving you terrified. The chain around your ankle began to shake before sending a shock into your leg. It's practice, you imagine. You try not to react to it. You bite your lip, turning your head away from the crew. Before you could react, the chain began getting reeled in. It happened at the speed that knocked you onto the floor before dragging you offstage.