The Monarch: An Emperor x Reader (SLOW UPDATES)

X-Blood

You were eating breakfast one morning. You were slowly enjoying your (f/f) (favorite flavor) Pop-Tart when a reminder went off on your (squid/octophone) that said "Battle with X-Blood in an hour and a half!" You froze and immediately sprinted upstairs to your bedroom. You threw on your (h/w headwear), your (f/s favorite shirt),  and your (f/f favorite footwear).  You grabbed your freshly polished (f/w) and ran out the door. You met Goggles on the elevator and had your pre-day elevator chitchat. Afterward, you ran to your car and sped down the streets. This time around you managed to get a good parking spot. You looked at your phone to see you had about  45-50 minutes to kill. You exchanged a ticket for your usual, a special-saver latte, and sat down at a table. You scrolled Inkstagram before someone shrieked, "It's the X4!!" You had a mini panic attack. They were known to be incredibly ominous, terrifying, and offsetting. You threw your hood over your head and scrolled Inkstagram even faster out of worry. It was at that moment you realized that your team's name, logo, and colors were plastered all over the back of your bright (or dark) hoodie. 4 sets of feet walked past you. One stopped in its tracks. You could feel eyes staring at you. You gave up trying to hide your identity and turned around. You saw Vintage giving you his cold, dark glare. "He looked at you and said, "Wow, an A-, not even bothering to train. Weak." There was none of the happiness and joy there usually was in Inkopolis Square. Just pure tension. You dared to look in his bloody red eyes and muttered under your breath, "At least I'm not a jerk." People started gathering around. His eyes widened. "Pardon me?!" You breathed in and screamed at the top of your lungs, "AT LEAST I'M NOT A POWER-HUNGRY JERK!" The crowd gasped, Vintage did too. He clinched his teeth and fists and said, "You've made a powerful enemy Y/N L/N!" You ignored his cocky little butt and headed for the lobby. You super-jumped to your spawn and waited while the spectators were getting seated. You saw a particular team sit on their own special balcony. Emperor looked you straight in the eyes like he was intrigued. 10 seconds before it started, you all changed from squid to kid form and waited. 3..2..1..GO! Your team used your usual formation. You all sprinted in your usual directions. You saw a cyan squid ghost fly up in the air as you ran towards the center. You smiled with pride as you inked the center of Skipper Canal. You laid eyes on Vintage. He was your main target for this match. You stealthily swam over behind his back and started to ink him. He began to charge up his ballpoint splatling, but you splatted him before he could fully charge it. You swam off and ended up inking a good bit of their turf. You took a brief break before spotting Red-Sole. You hid until she was in your weapon range. As soon as she was close enough, You got out and splatted her. You inked her turf and then some. 5...4...3...2...1! You stopped and waited as your stomach entered the spin cycle. "It was an extremely close call, but with an unbelievable winning streak, t/n with 57.3 to 57.1!!!! Your next battle is with the yellow-green team. The crowd gasped and then began to clap and yell wildly. You smiled as your team sprinted together for your after-battle group hug. You felt someone tap your shoulder and turned around To see Emperor standing in front of you. He had his smirk on his face, as he whispered in your ear, "Meet me at the cafe, 4:00 sharp. I want to talk." He winked at you, gave you a piercing glare, and walked away.