the fine print [midas x reader]

chapter 1 - welcome to space

[ tw this story contains: physical/verbal fights. this story is in no way romanticizing abuse. ]

if someone had told y/n on her first day of working as an assistant at the agency, that sometime in the future she'd be having a bloody argument with her boss, the king, she'd laugh in their face. say they're lying.

and yet-

here she was.

but before we get into that, let's start at the beginning.

day one

it was well known on the island of fortnite who the king was. or, as some might say, the golden king.

during y/n's job interview to become his assistant, he seemed to be a kind hearted man. surely she couldn't take that one time experience as her entire definition of him as a person. however, if he was faking it, he was an excellent actor.

of course y/n had her suspicions, but she pushed them to the side for another time as she analyzed the king before her, he sat comfortably on a gold plated throne with black cushions. he looked uncomfortable, bored even as he played with a golden ring between his slender fingers. it matched his crown that was seated atop his head gently. his hair was dark brown, almost black in color. it was perfectly paired with his pale skin, not to mention his eyes.

one orb appeared to be golden, almost glowing in the dimly lit room y/n and the king stood in, of course accompanied with multiple henchmen.

the other orb, a dull milky color. perhaps it was blind, but y/n figured she'd never know that information anytime soon. not to mention the pink slash that went across his eye, a scar. the sight almost made y/n shiver where she stood.

and finally his hands.

those golden hands.

the kings hands are what earned him a second nickname, the golden king. some could see it as a curse, others a blessing. but he possessed a power nobody else had.

his golden touch.

many were afraid of what this power could do, fearing he had no control over it.

but the way y/n looked at it, of course he did. he had to. otherwise everything in the building would have to be gold.

his clothes, the doors, his throne, anything.

the sound of a sudden sigh brought y/n out of her dazed state from where she stood outside the open doors of the kings throne room, coming from none other than himself.

the king.

y/n wore black tights, a gray pencil skirt that hugged her curves gently and a white button up tucked into it. a tie wrapped around her neck, nothing special, but professional enough.

slowly stepping forward with her heels gently clicking against the white floor, she glanced at a henchman, hoping to get his attention.

the henchman luckily noticed, stepping cautiously forward towards the girl, glancing at her up and down.

"good afternoon, miss. what can we do for you?" the henchman asked, his voice low.