The Monarch: An Emperor x Reader (SLOW UPDATES)

First Encounter

As you approached the square, your heart couldn't take it. The bright colors, and the stores, were all so beautiful. Back home, X-rank was practically nonexistent, but there w few X-rankers here. They were grouped together and when they noticed you staring in awe, they all giggled and looked flattered. You went to the lobby and looked at a bulletin board for teams.

After scanning the board a couple of times, you saw that all spots had been taken. You walked out, disappointed. But you had a brilliant idea. Screw it, why not make your own team? That way you can call the shots.

You walked out of the square and got in your car and headed for your apartment, excitement building in you. Upon arrival, you sprinted down the hallway and immediately stabbed your key into the lock hole of the door, which disturbed your new elderly neighbor who was bringing you housewarming cookies and went to your computer. You got on a design website and made a poster with signup slots. This was the beginning of t/n.

After you got ready that warm morning, you got your flyer and walked out the door. You got in your car and headed for the square. You got out of your car and walked through the square. You pinned your sign-up sheet to the board, sighing and saying "People should sign up in no time!"

That familiar voice you had heard on the train was right behind you. "Ha, it's cute that you think that it'll be that easy."

You jumped again. "Yeesh, what's your deal with scaring people like that? And trust me, I'm sure people will see it." Emperor chuckled and replied, "With that pretty hair and those eyes, I seriously doubt it." He was referring to your chronic condition, which gave you tri-colored ink, tentacles, and eyes. It also affected your brain and you had to take a pill to avoid a seizure. Bullying over the years had made it a touchy subject for you, and you were getting angry now.

You said, very agitated, "Look, this team? Yeah. It's gonna happen, and I didn't ask for your opinion on it. Why are you picking on me anyway? You have millions of dollars and millions of fans, and you've only seen me once! A FEW HOURS AGO!" He seemed a bit taken aback by your response, but once again laughed it off. "Haha, It's nothing against you sweetheart,"

he said, continuing in a deeper, more sinister tone, pointing your head up to his with a finger under your chin, his nail poking at it. "I'm just making sure that this little winning streak of mine remains unbroken. I'm not having any of this little underdog stuff you seem to have to going on," He continued, moving his face closer to yours. "Understand?"

You were a little shaken up, but you weren't backing down and pushed away from him, the nail that he had bore deep into the underneath of your chin painfully scratching it as you pushed him away. You seethed in pain and replied, "No, no I don't. Listen here prissy, I'm not gonna cave into you. All your life you've had everything fed to you with a silver spoon and by the way you act, it shows. Yeah, turf war doesn't work that way. We're gonna be here and we're gonna be good, and we're gonna kick your sorry little asses. Understand!?"

Emperor wasn't having this either and was fuming. Angry, he seethed, "You lower-class peasants really piss me off sometimes. We'll see if you mean it, you plebe." He flapped his Milky Eminence jacket behind him and stormed off.

The sun was setting, and you walked towards your car. The streets were crowded as people got off work, but as you stopped at the slow-moving intersections, you could've sworn that you saw a member of Team Emperor on every single street corner. They would look around the traffic for your car, and once they found it, they gave you a threatening stare.

You murmured to yourself, "hehehehehehe... no way he got THAT offended by what I said. You're just a little paranoid. Yeah. That's all." You got out of your car and went through the parking lot, where you swear you heard someone scatter by. You went up the elevator and as you walked up to your door, a pink note taped to it became visible. It read, "You shouldn't have done that" and had the familiar crest of Team Emperor on it.

You quickly look around but don't see anyone. You head inside and lock the door. You sigh and slide down the door and sit down. You got up and walked through the piles of boxes around you and get an electric kettle out. You got a cup of ramen out of your pantry and made your dinner. You sighed as you ate and said to yourself, "I don't know what the hell I just got myself into, but I'll get through it, and I'll show that cocky little bastard who he was laughing at."

3/8/23- Yeah, I changed it up a lot, I know, just felt the story needs a bit more flavor to it. I'm trying to make it less of a perfect little lovey-dovey deluge and into a bigger story with some originality to it. I think y'all will like it!!

- With love, Ice