midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

f*** me like you hate me (smut)

hey hey guys

how are we all

this is going to be a enemy smut sorta thing, so if you like that i guess akdhxkusia

midas is lowkey kinda scary in this

like this is not the usual dorky midas i write because idk scary is somehow hot to me-

i want to apologise for not updating a lot-

honestly i haven't even got an excuse, im just really unmotivated and kinda lazy ):

i have been writing a lot actually but i never seem to be able to finish them-

anywho, i hope you enjoy this oneshot (:

music inspiration: "back to black" amy winehouse, "crazy in love" sofia karlberg, "i see red" everybody loves an outlaw,

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"You must been insane"

"I- I don't think so?"

You stood gobsmacked at your desk, letting the files in your hand drop onto the solid wood. You stared at your henchmen confused.

"And he's asked for me personally. No one else?"

"That's what it says here Ma'am.." The henchmen stuttered, passing the letter to you. You picked it up, admiring the golden stamp at the back

Classic of him

You read carefully, indulging in his formal handwriting.

'... With our past, this exchange is far overdue....'

'... Alone, unarmed and honest, that's all that I ask from you...'

'... Settle this Y/n, and I'll be gone from your mind process for good..'

'.. But believe me, I will not find this pleasant..'

Midas.

"Ugh, he's so well spoken it's sickening-" You muttered, rolling your eyes at his writing. The henchmen nodded, wrinkling their nose.

"So Ma'am, your response?" The henchmen asked, slowly sliding an empty reply sheet out.

You sighed, shaking your head.

"Tell him I'm willing. As long as none of his agents are within the area. And that I'll follow his requests, but can't promise that this will end in a nice manner.." You said slowly, tapping your fingers on the desk.

"And then add some fancy shit words to make it look like I'm well mannered like him-" You quickly added, pouting.

The henchmen nodded, taking the paper and folding it into a envelope. They stamped it with normal wax, your branded logo burnt straight in.

The henchmen left swiftly, letting the door thud behind them.

You sighed to yourself, pulling your chair over with your leg. You sat down, picking up his letter and reading over it again.

Midas.

"You annoying bastard" You sniffed, placing the letter back down again.

He was the one you couldn't beat.

He was the one you couldn't challenge and win with.

He was your competitor, enemy and personal haunter.

His Ego was the fastest growing in the Underworld. They say 'Glory days' only last for so long, but his never ended. From the young age of 17 he became Ghosts boss and protector. (A/N omg why did i read this back and cringe so bad helpp-)