Fandom: MCYT [DSMP]

Requested?: No.

One-Shot Type: A romantic relationship.

Details: The reader is female. This setting does not stick to canon and is altered to the true canon (do not take any events within this one-shot as canon, it is all a fan concept). The POV is a mix of third-person with direct second-person.

Word Count: [4,315] | not excluding this and the end portion of the information.

WARNING: This one-shot mentions drug/alcohol use, swearing, and other themes.This one in particular is a bit lengthy because I'm a sucker for discussing topics about gambling and casino-themed ideas. I do have a ton of AUs revolved around this idea, plus even have a mascot/per(sona) who is literally themed on that. I like to be a bit cryptic and blunt about it because it's a seriously cool but realistic idea in our world.

"Querida" [Spanish/Espanol] - "Dear" or "Darling" [English/Ingles]
(You will need to know this, as I write it a couple of times. Hey free Spanish word to learn lol)

This is meant to teach a lesson about gambling and taking your chances in life. Please always take the windows of opportunity when needed, but never let greed take hold of you to where it will be your downfall.

Some of this was a part of an original book idea I had wanted to do but wanted to learn about Quackity's character a bit more than what I know before I start writing. Although he is one of my favorite characters, I can't say that I know everything about his character yet aside from the few major details. So that is why this one, in particular, might go way off the canon. This is fanfiction after all.

Last note, I promise. Except it isn't a note. It's a song. Thought it'd be honorable to include the song "Casino Royale" from Derivakat into this chapter since it hits super well for me (it's one of my favorite songs at this moment).

Enough of my blabbering! Enjoy the one-shot!

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-:| DEALING WITH LOVE |:-

At the pique of war comes with a price. Price can mean almost anything. It could be anything. In this case, the price could mean the cost of war, friendships, relationships, or even trust.

The cost of war would mean a huge factor of all of the above. You could be ruining your friendship or relations with someone. It can change others' points of view on you.

Whether it can be started by fighting, owed payments, or even something else...

There will always be consequences.

Just like gambling. Gambling could be considered a way to start a war, but not in the way you think. You would be surprised how much suffering and pain it could cause and endure to someone.

Though, maybe it would be worth the high-risk everyone knew about. That's what gambling is after all.

Whether gambling for the right deal or for a wager of a price, those consequences come into play. If you lose, you lose, they think. But if you lose here in Las Nevadas, you'd basically be signing your life away. But if you win, you could be the happiest man on earth knowing how powerful you could get.

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...

"I notice that every time someone mentions Dream to you, it seems like you zone out into space. Now why is that, King?" she merely asked. Once she asked that question, she knew she hit a nerve, as Quackity dropped the pool stick, took a deep breath, and quickly darted his gaze over to the female.

Honestly, [Y/N] loved messing with him. She loved gambling and dealing with emotions. Quackity's emotions specifically.

Suppose that he just realized that when he saw the slight "innocent" smile on her face. It was taunting, yet mesmerizing. "W-What?..." he retorted in between breaths, trying to confirm if that's what she really asked. It seemed like he was panicking.

And [Y/N] knew it.

That was the reaction she wanted.

Bingo on the target.

"You heard me loud and clear, beloved"

Quackity's heart dropped in a mix of ways. Both flushed but in even more panic.

"[Y/N]...."

"Quackity"

She only used his actual name when she was serious.

This entire time, she abided by his demand to call him "King", nothing else, ever.

And she usually used it to tease him and get what she wanted out of him.

The two stared at each other for a moment, before Quackity cleared his throat, trying to rid of any embarrassment he may have had at that moment. "[Y/N]...you know damn well you are playing with the King when you ask such questions," he said, venom sweetly laced in his tone, making it seem like he was annoyed.

This is what they liked to call "petty arguing".

It was funny.

It's like they are being serious, and it was hella convincing.

However, it's just them picking at each other, teasing one another.

They loved doing it.

"I'm well aware....though, you also know damn well enough that I know you enough to see that you are hiding something" she replied, drawing a circle around her face and then a smiley face. She was obviously referring to Dream, and that Quackity wasn't too happy about.

The male remained silent, making a 'tsk' sound as he placed his arms on his hips, and closed his eyes. He furrowed his brows a bit, seeming to have a bit of conflict with himself. "You shouldn't get in my affairs ya know...it isn't best for a lady like you to do so". "You should watch what you say before something goes down, King" she quickly responded.

It was no longer pretend-serious, as her patience just now ran thin. It was now completely and genuinely serious. The male could tell that after seeing the fire in her eyes.

He sighed, knowing he couldn't escape from her demand. Funny to think that it was now her doing something like this when he typically did it to her.

Funny how life goes.

"Okay, listen, I'll tell you, but under the conditions of a fair game," he ruled out. "By fair, you do mean beat each other until someone slips up that they cheat?," [Y/N] replied, pointing something like that out. It's happened before. No one could blame her if she did manage to catch the man using cards he never had in the first place. Or chips that appeared out of nowhere. Or anything that rigs the game in his favor. But this was his casino, so no matter what...

...she will still owe him in the end.

"That depends, m'lady. It all depends on what happens...you know that better than anybody". Quackity looked at her, noticing the glint in her eyes once he mentioned a game. It made him smirk. He always loved that side of her.

He continued on, slipping on some white gloves that he pulled out from his pants. He readjusted his beanie after fixing the messy hair he had. Going over to the countertop of the bar, he took one of the vodka bottles and two small glasses.

He whistled to signal that [Y/N] should follow him, and to which she did.

"You know this will be a fun night..."

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A couple of hours in of gambling, dealing cards, or just anything, Quackity became frustrated. Incredibly frustrated. Notoriously upset.

How come?

Because [Y/N] kept winning.

He was trying to get her to lose so he could get her off his ass.

She didn't mind, as she was a talented player and had luck on her side. Not to mention the fact she enjoyed every second of it.

No wonder why these two got along so well.

Quackity had a few drinks. He was honestly a bit buzzed from the frustration that made him tired but how much he had to drink to relieve his stress. [Y/N] on the other hand had a few sips. She wasn't a big fan of drinking like he was. In fact, she preferred if she didn't but she could tolerate it once in a while. After those few sips, she stopped drinking as the taste was too bitter for her liking. It made her wonder how people could even like drinking. She supposed she could ask Quackity about it later.

The two were currently playing Russian Roulette. It was honestly a dangerous game, for they were playing the nearly realistic version of it. With [Y/N]'s incredible luck and somehow not being shot by the fake bullet (a bead that could easily replace penetrable bullets), Quackity gave up on the game the moment it became empty.

"What the hell?! I swore I loaded it in with one!," Quackity deadpanned at the gun, which showed the barrel, now in [Y/N]'s hand. "Well, snooze ya lose, there ain't one. What game next?" she asked, almost as if they didn't just play it. (She'll never admit that every time they played that game, she always had sly hands and would empty the gun under the illusion that she was only checking the gun to see if it was "locked-in". In truth, she makes it lose to where it falls out and she can click it back in place just before handing it back to Quackity. She also usually always guessed where the bullet would be and then checked to confirm it. Unfortunately for him, he never knew this.)

Quackity sighed with a heavy groan, all his frustration at its limit. He swore he was about the break the table that was before them with the drinks but then had a mischievous idea. An awful one.

He cooled all his emotions, grinning very smugly at the other. "Well I guess.....say [Y/N], have you ever heard of a game called "Death Bottle"?" he asked her, keeping his features. She shook her head, though realized the man was sort of half-drunk right there, so spoke up instead. "Uh, no? Why do you ask?".

Almost as if he lost all the drunk in him and sobered up again, the man laughed a bit in mischievous behavior. "You'll see, querida~".

The man took the female by the arm and basically dragged her along with him, being rewarded with a squeak.

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Death Bottle.

A game crafted by the one and only president (me breaking the 4th wall for a moment to say I actually created this game and wanted to use it for the sole purpose of this one-shot LOL).

[Y/N] gave a look at the set-up, being something similar to one of those carnival games with the bottles and hoop rings. Except that was the illusion to her. "So...explain how this little game works, King".

The said man walked around, making sure everything was in working order. He did NOT want to mess up at all. He sighed once more, finding everything in its rightful place.

"This game you know by now is called Death Bottle. The name gives off the point of it. Rules of the game are that you must not cheat, change or move bottles, add anything into the bottles, and use more or less of what is directed. If found, you will be accounted for cheating and rigging the game, therefore you will lose."

"Wow, big words for a big man, must be super serious, huh?~" she cooed, raising a brow to express the enthusiasm she gave. He looked at her with a smirk and chuckled. "You could say that, my querida. Though I must say, it's high risk as it's like how we play Russian Roulette. Except with a poisoned bottle."

[Y/N] simply nodded with a hum, as if the news didn't concern her. Honestly, the two always did death and life-threatening gambles and it made them feel high on life. The risk is what they thrive for after all. Even if they lost at the hands of death, they always would at least be happy with what they've done until they started anew and repeat.

"Now shall we get started?" he asked, standing beside her as he put an arm subconsciously around her waist despite the height difference. She nodded her head as a smirk of her own plastered onto her own features. "Bring it on, my King!," she said, suggesting competition.

The two grinned at each other before getting to work.

It wasn't too long before it ended though.

[Y/N] ended up winning from the start, but as she kept gambling more rounds she should have, she started losing. The two were just gambling cash at that point since she wasn't letting up until now. Though she was forced to surrender and forced to push away the money she lost. She mentally scolded herself. She was dealing with the King of the casino after all.

No, she did not die from how many poisoned drinks she had. They had potions nearby to help either stomach it or vomit it out in the local bathrooms. Unfortunately for the girl, it wasn't the latter, as she kept vomiting. Quackity kept teasing her about it but instantly agreed to the girl's withdrawal of surrender, as he couldn't watch her vomit anymore. The man did love her, he wasn't a monster.

After [Y/N] cleaned herself up for what was the millionth time, she pushed her bidding cash to the man. Quackity looked at the cash on the table before looking back at her. He pushed the cash pile towards her and smirked. "Don't need it. Plus you are a worthy opponent, so don't beat yourself over it, querida". [Y/N] deadpanned. "Seriously? You seemed to enjoy my misery, so why not take my cash?" she replied. "I mean, you did beat me fair and square towards the end, although I'll admit you vomiting was amusing". He only chuckled. "Let's just say I decided to spare you a one-time get-away card. Plus, you are gonna need to pay for how much vomit you spilled everywhere," he said casually, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed behind his head.

[Y/N] quickly got up from her seat and stood next to the male with crossed arms. He gave a toothy grin. What she did next was unexpected; she slapped him across the backside of his head. "Ow! Goddammit, [Y/N]!" he yelled, putting a hand to rub his head. Despite the beanie covering it, the girl could hit hard.

Next thing was that she started giggling, it instantly got the attention of the male before her. "That laugh...oh god...." he mumbled to himself. The girl kept laughing. Soon enough it became contagious. "Ha...haha...hahaha!" the man started laughing along with her. It's like she knew how to keep him in check.

The laughter died down eventually, as [Y/N] initially mindset returned. "So...will you tell me that secret of yours now?" she asked momentarily.

The male stiffened at her words. He knew he couldn't escape the inevitable. "Sorry, querida, but I cannot. I don't think it would be wise to-" before he could finish, the female interrupted him.

"Quackity, you know more than well enough," she stated, it is a true fact. "If you cannot tell me to confirm my suspicions, then I will go ask him myself!". The female stormed off in a haul of fury. If anyone would get in her way, she would most likely stab a dagger through the person's heart without hesitation. She was feisty and short-tempered like she always had been. It's honestly something Quackity loved in her, as it attracted him even more.

Though he would have to put those thoughts aside as it wasn't the right time.

He sighed.

Quackity mumbled in reaction to the female's stubbornness. He let her go as he could not stop her. Plus, he had already admitted he was a foolish coward to not tell her to begin with. Now Dream will be the one to tell her...

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Sam, Foolish, and Fundy all appeared inside the casino to question Quackity about some recent events involving the factions nearby. While there was war, Las Nevadas really never wanted to be a part of it unless it ended up with something for them. That's how the place worked after all.

[Y/N] barges into the room filled with men, not caring how pissed she appeared. She could not cool her cool exterior after finding out what happened to Dream.

"QUACKITY, YOU ASSHOLE!!"

This got the attention of everyone in the room, including the person who she called for that had been leaning against a counter. It made him quake a bit, especially since this was in front of other members of his country. He could not appear weak and give in right then and there.

He gave a small "excuse me, gentlemen" to the other guys before taking [Y/N] with him into another room, closing the door it provided. "YOU BETTER EXPLAIN TO ME, AND I MEAN NOW-" [Y/N]'s angered voice cut off, muffled as she felt lips connect with hers. It took her a second or two to realize that the man had just kissed her as he pulled away.

"I always wanted to do that..." he murmured to himself not daring to look at her, crossing his arms as hints of red shades fell onto his face. "Quackity, now is not the time for something like that, and you know it damn well!" she said, pointing out the obvious. At least it made her much quieter in level than she originally was. Plus, the president didn't want his querida to be hurting her vocal cords.

He sighed, finally giving in. She always had a way to get him to, no matter the situation. In this case, it was crucial he did tell her his secret. "I know what you are thinking-" before he could continue himself, this time it was the female kissing him. The male hummed, but it was quite clear how surprised he was. He expected her to do something else, but this? It was confusingly sweet.

It really made him let down his guard and relax a bit.

"I love you Quackity, but now is not that time...what I want to know is that is it true that you....that you...tormented Dream?" she asked, hoping to get a truthful answer that was good.

The male gulped. He couldn't lie to her. Even if he could, she would identify where his lie faults. She was a good listener, based on past games they played together. She would always find some way to twist words or use them to her advantage.

Quackity wasn't the only one to have a silver tongue in town.

"...Yes, querida...I did..."

Silence.

"...Why?"

More silence.

"I cannot tell you that, darling"

"You WILL tell me, Quackity"

He sighed.

"Only because you won fair and square in all of our games..."

The male starts explaining how he had been trying to receive this revival book from Dream, and ever since then, had been hurting him, torturing him with a blade or two. He gave her a reason as well, as to avoid her constant "why" questions. [Y/N] only sighed as she put a hand to her temple, rubbing the massive headache she had gotten from her shouting. She really gave it her all when yelling.

"Quackity..."

"Yes?..."

"Wy weren't you honest with me from the start?"

"I don't know?!"

"Is it because you were afraid of what I might think?"

That got him. He shut up real quick as he sighed. While he was relieved he didn't have to say it himself, she could see right through him, which was a scary thought. No wonder why their relationship was strong since no secrets were held between them until now that is.

"Y-Yes....look..."

She put a finger up to the man's lips as she hushed him.

Quackity stopped then and there, looking surprised.

"No need....while I do appreciate the truth, you know damn well I don't dig deeper into knowing the reason....you did say I shouldn't get into your affairs after all. And I'm going to respect that" she merely stated. Quackity took hold of the female's hand with one of his own as he intertwined their fingers. "I'm sorry, [Y/N], really".

[Y/N] only smiled. It was genuine, not fake. It made the man relax even more.

She laughed a little, making the male confused.

"What's so funny?" he would ask.

She smiled and stifled her laughs. Oh god, her laughs.

He swore he'd die at that moment from how calming they were.

She calmed herself down before speaking again.

"Gotta admit I think I fell for a wild card"

Quackity laughed at her remark before holding her close.

"You enjoy dealing with love, now don't you?"

"Why yes I do, King"

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Yo?! I dunno man, love Quackity with my heart and soul, he's my second comfort streamer lowkey. While his character is super interesting to me since he is a president with power from being so rich, he does have his flaws as a character.

HUGE shoutout to a book I was inspired from to write this: www.quotev.com/story/14180696/Quackity-x-Fem-Reader-DSMP