Just some warning guys, since this is you, the reader, I will be writing it using 'I' and 'me' and such.
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(Y/N's P.O.V)
I sat back in a bar stool in the far side of the bar, it was pretty rowdy tonight, meaning it was the perfect place to be.
You may be wondering, why is my antisocial ass in this dump? Well, lately the treasure hunting buissness had gotten a bit quiet, too quiet for my liking. I had come to this bar hoping to hear some rumours of literally anything valuable in the slightest. Even my fans were staring to get worried since I hadn't made a new book in the last few months!
Some random guy came and sat next to me, trying to start up a conversation. I don't blame him, I'm not exactly bad looking, but I'm not too interested in relationships at the moment. I was only half listening until I heard his nearby friend mention the word 'valuable'. "Pardon?" I asked, sitting up straight. "Apparently, according to a few locals and travellers, there's this floating island that comes and goes. It's said that there are valuables and many riches in the heart of the island!" The man repeated, making hand gestures as he spoke, "Ha! You'd know wouldn't cha? You were flirting with that traveller lady earlier!" A drunk guy laughed, the other man's face turned pink and he muttered some sort of 'shut up'.
I leant back in my stool thinking to myself. 'Valuables and riches? Sounds perfect for my next book'. I smirked to myself as the men next to me continued there conversation. "All comes to those who wait, and I only had to wait around in this bar for two hours." I mutter to myself, "bartender, check please!"
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Word count: 300
The story unfolds, the pages turn, now we enter the territory of words turned to worlds, and imagination to beliefs!
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*•Hearts Of Gold•* (Mighty x Reader)
FanfictionY/N is a dashing young mobian who goes by They/Them, they are also one of Mobius's most well known treasure hunters. Y/N would write down all of there adventures and often make copies and sell them, hence why there so well known. One day, Y/N's int...
