Merged Worlds | Various X Reader

c!Quackity x F! Reader

That feeling unbeknownst to [Y/N], was truly shown in front of her the day she met Quackity. She didn't know that she'd be dealing with love once she got to know him. Or at least what she could of him.

Quackity was rather greedy once he learned about how power can be obtained if one was rich and living the life of luxury. While the idea wasn't the brightest and pure, [Y/N] knew that deep down that there was something he had been hiding. Ask anyone else and they would have no clue, but [Y/N]....she was different.

She had only known him for a few weeks and yet she already felt like there was something he didn't talk about, like a deep dark secret.

Into the present, [Y/N] had come into Las Nevadas, wanting to move there after the blossoming friendship of Quackity and herself. He insisted she moved there, which she kept denying. Though that didn't make Quackity give up, as he was very persistent like a spoiled child that didn't get a toy from the store.

She finally caved in, not helping the charm the man gave off every time they talked. He sure did have a silver tongue, which could be proven to be a useful tool. Others knew that. Even she did. Yet she gave in.

"Fine, Quackity-" [Y/N] was then cut off by the taller man, who said his words loud and clear. "King," he said as his arms were pulled up behind him, a slight smirk arising onto his features.

"What?"

"Call me King"

[Y/N] was confused, but after some time (for she was not dense like other girls and mature enough to understand the signals), she realized why he wanted him to refer to him like that.

"Alright then, King"

At that point, she could not escape the hand of Quackity, even if she wanted to.

He had already pulled her into his hand to where he could gamble with her as long as he wanted.

Yet [Y/N] didn't mind, for gambling was something she was willing to do.

She had become too intoxicated by gambling from the times she's been with him. It was too part of her nature.

"King....I wanted to ask something," [Y/N] asked one day. This very day she was playing pool with the man dressed all slack. Quackity had been wearing his trademark beanie, his dark suspenders attached to his pants, dress shoes, and the usual white dress long-sleeve underneath, sleeves rolled up. The scar on his face showed as the focus that was once on his face had disappeared as soon as he heard [Y/N]'s words that formed into a question. Though he knew it was a question, he knew her long enough to tell that it was most likely a demand to tell her instead of something friendly. Her tone was enough to tell that for him.

"Go on, querida..." he went on, refocusing his sights on the white ball, trying to get a good hit of how many pool balls he could get into nets. Where the nickname had come from? He started using it a while ago and [Y/N] never minded it. In fact, it was sort of sweet. Others would question it, but the two would just give shrugs as if it were nothing. Others thought it was implying something like a relationship. Though Quackity was keen on the idea, he didn't want to risk hurting her in his affairs, nor her to be a form of weakness. So much for that, as he ended up falling in love with her personality and the way she moved with her actions.

That memory comes up every now and then for him, and it obviously bugs him.

She became his weakness while also becoming a card for him to play into his game.

He pushed aside those twisted yet mixed thoughts to focus on reality for another moment once hearing her voice again. He had to admit, it soothed him whenever he was stressed...