midas x reader oneshots CHPT2

planned (smut)

hiiii guys

how are we all

welcome

this is nearly 10,000 words and my fingers are aching-

and this story is a bit bizarre and questionable but pls trust the process

tanks xoxoxoxoxo

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The grand hall was nothing like you had seen before, not even near as impressing as the one your father owned.

Is everyone looking at us?

No, of course not.

You walked further into this hall, your parents by your side. The glimmering and shine off the chandeliers that dangled gave fair contrast to the shimmering walls. It was intimidating.

For context here, your family has been invited to the Household of Phrygia (A/N i cant find even a link to any last name for midas so enjoy this (: ... and i know it's a place).

Benjamin was your fathers business partner, him and his wife hosting this huge party for all the trades to come together.

You probably would've found it prestigious and glamorous had you not been 15.

You followed your parents sheepishly around the ballroom, standing with them as they socialised. You knew these got boring fast, hence your expectations not being quite as high.

Your father soon clicked on with your boredom, shaking your arm a little.

"At least look like you're enjoying yourself Y/n" He hissed, widening his eyes.

"I'm not. These parties are always boring as shit. Why do you still bring me?-"

"Because your my heir and it would be a sight not to. Now either cheer up or go be unpleasant somewhere else" He replied, shaking your arm once more.

You pulled away from him, clenching your teeth together.

"Fine, I will"

And with that, you turned on your heel and walked out of the huge hall. You pushed the oak doors, sliding out and letting them thud behind you.

The classical music immediately was dimmed, now a low murmur of sound. You swallowed dryly, casually walking down the hallway.

The walls were decorated with oil paintings, statues and oddly little scratches of what looked like bronze. You admired each one.

It started with Benjamin's wife, Madeline. She was a beautiful women, young and petite. She has very pale skin, a heart shaped face with big blue eyes.

The oil painting made her look sad in a way, Her blue eyes crystallised, her skin cold. You shrugged it off. It's a painting.

Next to her painting was another, but this time with all the generations of men. You could spot Benjamin clearly, his dark beard and dark eyes giving him away. You knew his father, spotting him near the front. Benjamin looked a lot like him.

You could see a small baby being held in the middle of all the men, dark tufts of hair on its head. The baby was clutching a small golden chalet, a christening robe tied around it.

You knew that Benjamin and Madeline had a son, but had never met him before. You again, shrugged any feelings off and walked on.

The final painting at the end of the hallway was a single person painting. As you approached it closer, you read the small gold plated reading below it.