MCYT Oneshots

c!Quackity - Business partners

Y/N - Your Name
L/N - Last Name

(The reader is described here, so I'm sorry if he looks nothing like you- Its for the plot or something, idk I want the reader to be a ✨sexy bad boy✨)

READER PRONOUNS: HE/HIM

The Siren. Your reputation as a master assassin was yet to be rivalled.

It was said that even the Blood God couldn't escape your grasp if you had your sights set on him.

Atop your terrifying skill, you were infamous for looking like Death personified.

Your dark hair provided easy intimidation, covering your eyes so your victims never knew where you were looking. All that could be seen was the supposed red glow your irises had when the wind blew your hair back. Your skin was littered with scars, letting your victim know how many fights you'd been in, and won. You dressed sharply, seducing your victims so you could kill them slowly and personally, all while they're in their most vulnerable state.

Now, as Alex Quackity, leader of the nation Las Nevadas stood waiting for your arrival, he recounted all of the stories he'd heard of you.

He gulps as he hears footsteps coming towards his office door. He adjusts his attire, desperately trying to stop his hands from shaking.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Quackity." Comes your deep, teasing chuckle from the now open door.

Alex turns on his heel, and feigns a confident smile.

"Ah, Mr. L/N!" Alex greets, reaching a hand out for you to shake as he gets closer.

You exhale deeply as you reach your hand out, accepting the handshake.

Alex, despite being shorter than most of his friends, had never felt so small.

Your lean yet muscular build, and crisp white dress shirt paired with a black blazer was enticing, but he didn't expect any less.

You were, after all, called The Siren.

Although the name usually referred to vicious mermaids, the name couldn't have suited you more as Alex takes in your appearance.

Many golden rings adorned your long fingers, and they somehow complimented the pale scars that danced across your fingers.

Your usually long and shaggy hair was pulled back, revealing shaved sides and giving you a handsome, suave look.

This hairstyle clearly showed Alex your eyes.

Alex was entranced with the fact that your eyes were actually red. It wasn't just legend made up by terrified onlookers. The red seemed to burn through Alex, reading all of his darkest secrets and deepest desires.

You were seductive, to say the least. The perfect Siren.

Although lost in thought, Alex didn't miss your eyes raking over him and the grin that grew on your face. Your hungry gaze made his mind wander even further down the gutter.

"I though you invited me to talk business, Quackity, not to gape at me." You sneer, pulling Alex out of his thoughts and making him flush.

"I was observing a possible business partner. Don't flatter yourself." Alex seethes, completely lying.

"Ok, ok. No need to get pissed, short stuff," you jeered, "what exactly did you call me in for?"

Alex ignores the nickname with a clenched jaw and recollects his thoughts.

"You're a great assassin, sir. And I'm sure your well aware of that, so I won't toot your horn any further," Alex says, "I'm in need of your services."

Alex can tell that this piques your interest.

"What do you have in mind?" You ask, stepping closer to Alex, letting your 6'4 form tower over the 5'8 man before you.

Later...

"This all sounds remarkably easy, Q. But what I'm most interested in is the pay." You say, and Alex nods.

"I'll see that you're payed adequately after the job is done. And only if it's done well." Alex tells you, and you slide your tongue over your teeth.

"Ok, sounds good." You murmur. You push yourself off Alex's desk and bend down to his height so you're face to face with him.

"I won't disappoint." You whisper lowly, hot breath fanning over Alex's face.

Alex can feel the red hue rising up his neck and on to his cheeks as your eyes meet his.

Your faces are too close for comfort.

Your noses are practically touching and your lips may as well be on his.

Alex clears his throat uncomfortably and leans back from your intense gaze and handsome features.

When he does so, you click your tongue disappointedly and straighten up to your full height, shoving your hands in you pockets.

"I'll catch you later, Alex Quackity." You call, sauntering out the door.

Alex exhales deeply after he hears your footsteps reach the end of the hallway.

He pulls on his collar, fanning himself.

He was entirely trusting that you'd complete the job, and you'd be a good business partner for the foreseeable future.

What he didn't trust, however, was how resistant he could be to your charms.

He knew he'd develop feelings for you, and he hated it.

You were toying with him...

Right?