Searching the dead mafio in the bathroom for any spare magazines for the pistol, and finding only two full mags, he left the room and started to make his way towards the top. As a general rule to follow, he shot out any cameras since at this point Hammerhead’s branch of the Maagia had to have taken over it and using them to find out where he was and also peek the stairs from a distance since he didn’t know if he was gonna get shot from someone coming up or someone going up. In addition to his pistol, which was a 1911 chambered in .45, he picked up a he obtained a pump shotgun as he progressed through the floors and made his way up to the rooftop party. Although he had the shotgun at his disposal, he mostly used the 1911 since its recoil wasn’t too much strain on his body and the shotgun’s main purpose was to make holes in the drywall.
Meanwhile on the roof, Hammerhead and his people were keeping the people in check in case there was anyone trying to be a hero. While observing his hostages, Hammerhead was impatiently waiting with bated breath from his cohorts on the status of “the one who got away” and he did in the form of a call on his ear piece. Telling some of his squad, he went inside the to take the call in private and not give his hostages hope that a hero was coming.
Hammerhead: This better be good news...
Mafioso: Boss! He’s comin your way! He--*gunshots* ARGH!
Taking the ear piece out and crushed it in his giant palm. Heading back out, though temporarily, he reached into one of the giant bags and pulled out two tommy guns and loaded them with 100-round drum magazines as he walked back inside the hotel and down the stairs to find his prey himself.
Hammerhead: (Never send a boy to do a man’s job).
The higher up he went, the less resistance there was in making his way to the roof. On the floor before the stairs would lead him to the roof, Y/n was taking it slow and cautiously since he’d probably starting having a shoot-out with the man himself. As he was rounding the corner to the stairwell, he was under heavy fire as he dived into a room as he tried finding a way to get behind Hammerhead as trying to take him on in a full-frontal assault is to commit suicide.
Hammerhead: Is that all ya got?! Don’t tell me I hit ya now!
Walking forward slowly, Hammerhead then quickly turned and fired off a couple rounds from his tommy guns, only to hit nothing but the drywall that had shotgun rounds that blew out holes in the wall in a continual column, enough for a person to fit through it. Hearing the sound of a shotgun pump being cocked, he turned behind him to stare down the barrel of a shotgun being held by Y/n.
Y/n: Garbage day!
Pulling the trigger, Hammerhead fell down to the ground with a thud as Y/n felt very good about himself. He didn’t think that taking down a mob boss would be that easy, but even the biggest dog might have the biggest bark and the weakest bite. As he turned his back to Hammerhead’s “corpse”, Y/n was tackled through a couple of walls until he crashed shoulder first into a urinal by the mob boss as he pulled the buckshot out of his skull.
Y/n: Oh God...that’s so nasty...
Hammerhead: It’s like they say kid, “Use ya head!”
Grabbing a handful of (h/c) hair, Hammerhead drove Y/n’s through the urinal and tried to stomp his face in, but Y/n tripped him up and pulled his feet from under him, sending the giant headed godfather to the bathroom floor but not for long as Y/n grabbed him by his suit jacket and slammed his face against the sink faucet repeatedly until Hammerhead shoved him off and pushed him against the stall door and used his head as a battering ram, breaking the stall door off of its hinges as Y/n collapsed as he was now staring into the bowl of a toilet. The mafia boss tried to double axe hammer him and potentially kill him with it, but as he tried to set his plan in motion, Y/n was quick on his feet and grabbed the cover of the actual insides of the toilet and slammed it over his back, quickly took out his pistol and unloaded a clip into both of his knees, crippling him as he screamed in pain.
Y/n: (Quick! Say a line! Uhh...crap! I don’t have anything on this guy!) Fuck you.
Checking his pockets, he pulled out his vape pen for a quick puff and toughened up again. With the biggest threat down and out, Y/n reloaded his pistol and instead of heading for the stairs, he’ll use the express elevator. The elevator was mostly used on that floor to get down from the roof, but only used by the elite since it was mostly used if you were way too drunk to go down the stairs without throwing up. When the guards for the hostages heard the elevator bell go off, their guns were trained on it and as they fired upon it as the door opened. After unloading what felt like 2 whole magazines of 50 rounds, they all converged upon the elevator to check for the body, but saw no one in it. The looks on their faces when they heard the cocking of the shotgun as the buckshot spread to hit all of them, but Y/n fired off another shot in case of any survivors.
The bellboy didn’t bother sticking around and decided to use the express elevator down to as far as he could go, which was just the 30th floor out of 80 floors. While using the elevator and waiting patiently to the sound of elevator music, he heard the hatch of the elevator open and saw someone drop in. She was wearing a black latex suit that had her busty cleavage for all those to see with white fur outlining the edges of that area. When it came to superheroes or supervillains with a mask that didn’t cover their faces like it did with Black Cat, he knew exactly who it was.
Y/n: Oh, hey. How’s your night?
Black Cat: I don’t know, you tell me.
Y/n: You seem slightly miffed.
Black Cat: I don’t suppose you’d show a girl where the money is kept.
Y/n: Follow me, I’m putting in my two weeks but not the way you think.
Going down the stairs all the way to the main lobby, Y/n led Black Cat all the way to the manager’s office and without missing a beat, showed her where the safe was.
Y/n: Do you need me to open it or…?
Black Cat: I’ll take it from here, you do what you need to do.
Opening one of the drawers of the large, oak desk Y/n pulled out a checkbook and searched around in the other drawers for a pen and began forging his boss’ handwriting to write himself a check for $400,000,000. Satisfied with his work, he used the next check as more of his way of saying, “I quit” and wrote in giant lettering, “Fuck you.” The former bellboy walked out of the hotel and saw police firearms trained on him, including SWAT teams as he just held his paycheck high into the air and moved some of the policemen out of his way and through the wave of people to take the subway home. While trying to surf through the crowds, he was swarmed by news reporters and other people of the like saying, “Is so and so okay?!”.
Reporter: I’m with the Daily Bugle, are you willing to comment on how you handled Spider--hey! That’s my phone!
Y/n: *whips phone into the ground* It was your phone. Get a better job.
Continuing his trek to the subway, unimpeded this time, he got on the next train to take him to Brooklyn. While on the subway car, Y/n checked his pocket for his phone and when he felt its rectangular case, he pulled it out and was surprised to find it in mint condition. No screen cracks, no nothing. Also on the subway, most of the people backed away from him since on the train, he had his pistol and shotgun still on him and was covered in muck, scum, and blood.
When he had finally arrived in his modest one-story house with a basement he lived in since college. Looking around his house for inspiration on what to spend $400,000,000 on, he had finally come to an answer.
Y/n: I’ll buy a lifetime supply of Dippin’ Dots.
While tending to the herbs in her garden, she could feel a storm brewing as she had looked out to the coast that had a good view of the Strait of Messina as she could see the storm clouds start to rain, but she before she headed inside, she could faintly see through the darkness, a ship. “Those men are either foolish or very brave.” she thought before she would sleep through the storm. As the storm was in full swing with rain coming down as fast as fire, the sailors were navigating blind throughout the seas, but their captain, standing at the helm with a telescope in hand, guided his crew in rowing for the island of Aeaea as his second in command navigated through the objects on the ship up to the helm.
Second-in-Command: Captain! Are you sure we’re going to make it?!
Captain: I’m positive! We’ll either make it to that island or we’ll die here on the seas! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!
Second-in-Command: I think I hear sea monsters!
Captain: Even better, Leo!
Leo: Uhh...is it?!
Captain: Of course! We’ll either live gloriously or these waters shall be our graves!
Leo: What did we do to piss off the gods now?!
Captain: These gods have no manhood! When they see us coming upon their land, they cower in fear like the ladies they are! Isn’t that right, men?!
Captain: See, Leo?! The others agree! If you wish to take shelter inside, go ahead! No one will blame you, if you do!
Waking up to the storm passing and to many rocks moving all at once with men shouting, Circe took a look outside her window and saw men dressed in black armor, a color that wasn’t even synonymous with the Greece. Making herself presentable, she walked upon the shores as the men clad in black armor were pulling in their ship onto the shores of Aeaea, with one of the black armored men, possibly a higher-up since his armor had a cape spot the daughter of Helios and informing another higher-up but this higher-up had a cloak and walked up to her.
Man clad in black armor: Are you the one who owns these lands?
Circe: Yes, I am. What brings you all here to Aeaea?
Placing a clutched fist over his heart and bowing in respect to her presence even though they don’t even know who she was, Circe had gained some respect for the foreigners on her island since they weren’t quick to try and take over Aeaea or do something that we people of modern society now label a crime.
Y/n: My name is Y/n and that *points to short-haired blonde* is my second-in-command, Leo. We have traveled far and wide, meeting civilizations that you haven’t heard of. We wish to set up camp here and in exchange for letting all of us rest our weary souls, we will hand you our treasures.
Circe: May I see these treasures?
Y/n: Of course. Leo! Bring our potential host what we’ve gathered!
Heading inside the ship with another person, Leo and one of Y/n’s crew pulled out a large trunk and dropped in front of Circe’s feet as the two stood beside the chest to either move it back into the ship or move it into where Circe lived. Out of courtesy, Leo opened the chest as Circe’s eyes gazed upon treasures that don’t look of Greek origin. They are treasures from places you and I know them as Egypt and Scandinavia. She inspected and looked at the condition of the treasures and despite being on a ship, rocking back and forth with the waves lapping against the bottom of the ship, they were kept in pristine condition. Placing the treasure back in the chest and promptly closed up by Y/n, his crew waiting on Circe’s word.
Circe: Y/n, would you mind lending some men over to deliver your offerings to my home? And when you sent up your tents, that you mind the surroundings and stay away from my garden?
Y/n: Of course. You hear that, boys?! Time to whip out the tents!
As evening descended and Y/n’s crew were celebrating over a large feast with lots of meat and barrels of ale brought out. Circe, inside her mansion, was making notes of a combination of herbs in her large journal of potions when a knock came at her door. Arising from her seat, she walked over to her front door and gently opened it as the volume of the songs and music increased, but not to where the two couldn’t hear each other.
Y/n: Thought you didn’t want to be left out, so I brought you food, drink, and me to keep you company, maiden. Would you mind if I come in or should I leave it somewhere?
Circe: I could use a break from my work. Come in, seat yourself at the table.
Inside Circe’s mansion was the main dining room where it could be a feast for many sailors, but Y/n’s men were well-mannered enough to give the one hosting them on Aeaea her own space and thought she wouldn’t like it if nearly 60 men took up shelter in her home. Setting the two plates down near each other on the large dining table, Y/n pulled out a seat for Circe and then seated himself. While eating a leg from a pig, Circe saw an unusual practice from Y/n while eating, seeing him pull out a knife and hack off the meat onto the plate, leaving nothing on the bone.
Circe: Why do you do that?
Y/n: Do what? *realizes what she meant* Oh! I taught my men to do that so nothing goes to waste. Do you want me to do that with yours as well?
Circe: No, I was just curious.
Eating in silence, other than hearing the flapping of their lips from eating such perfectly cooked meat and stopping any opportunity for choking by drinking ale, Circe had forgotten how pleasant it was to have company, to be part of a family even if her guests didn’t think her more than the one who granted them the right to take shelter on Aeaea. It was...refreshing to be in the company of such lively people.
Y/n: Yes, maiden?
Circe: What lands do you come from? The armor your men wear...it’s not of Greek origin.
Y/n: You would be right. My men and I aren’t from Greece, we are from a land far away called Geatland. I took these brave souls on a journey that they wouldn’t have imagined in their lifetime, seeking new lands and fighting new beasts. We aren’t satisfied until we die in battle.
Circe: Even when you are all old and your body cannot fight anymore?
Y/n: Even when our bodies are old and our bodies cannot fight anymore.
Circe: I do not know whether to call you “foolish” or “noble”.
Y/n: Many men have called us foolish, they soon sang a different tune. I shall see to it that you will as well.
Circe: We shall see.
Y/n: I don’t remember you telling me your name, maiden. Only fair since you asked for mine.
Circe: Smitten with me already?
Y/n: Maybe I am. Never seen a girl with hair as red as yours and there’s much about you I would love to learn.
Y/n: Circe...a beautiful name for a girl like you.
Circe: *small smile* Flattery like that will get you somewhere.
Y/n: “Somewhere”? And where is this somewhere?
Circe: We’ll find out with time.
As Circe said, with time, the two had found a mutual friendship with each other and Circe had time to get to know the rest of the Geats and form some sort of bond with them, but not as strong a bond as she had with Y/n. He was the voice for the rest of them and knew their interests at heart very well, then again, they had spent at least a couple of months with each other. The witch didn’t want to say she was in love because her love for someone has only ended in her being left alone. Glaukos...Daedalus...she didn’t want to feel that same way when Y/n inevitably leaves her.
Still, the two found it wise to be friends and if they didn’t want to be friends, then to not make enemies of each other. Circe had the mystical arts at her side, but that can only get her so far against the battle-hardened, fight until we die soldiers of Y/n’s small army of Geats. Living on the island of Aeaea wasn’t as hard as it once was, as the soldiers of Y/n’s Geat army would occasionally help her and invite her to their feasts and she would supply them with very helpful spells or potions.
During one feast, it was much quieter than the feast on their first arrival on Aeaea, so Circe used this time to experiment until a knock came at her door. She already knew who it was, so she just opened the door and invited Y/n in as he did the same actions as he did the first day.
Circe: How long do you plan to stay here?
Y/n: Probably for as long as we live or until we defeat those monsters off on your shores. Those monsters…what are they called?
Circe: Scylla is the one with six dog heads and the one beneath the seas is called Charybdis. You don’t plan on killing both, are you?
Y/n: Yes, I do. Planning and pre-meditation, however, are also key factors. My men and I have slain countless monsters.
Circe: What if you were to die fighting them? Don’t you care about how others might feel if you died?
Y/n: My men have accepted death. They’ll hold a funeral in my place and Leo would take over, then when he dies the cycle repeats. It’s fine.
Circe: What about me?! I care for you!
Her sudden outburst had Y/n taken aback. When it came to romance, love, and all that, it meant very little to Y/n and to his men because of the dangers of his own lifestyle, always putting the one he loved in a constant state of worry. The thought of settling down with someone, a woman as beautiful and magical, both metaphorically and literally, as Circe was a thought that hadn’t cross his mind. As tears welled up in the nymph’s eyes, Y/n could do what he thought might help and place his palm on her cheek as she held it gently there as he rubbed the tears away with his thumb, ever so gently.
Y/n: I’m so sorry, Circe. I’ve been doing this for such a long time; I’ve grown insensitive to those who live a different lifestyle than my men and I.
Circe: You can still kill both Scylla and Charybdis if you wish, I won’t stop you…but…please, I want to help you. I love you, Y/n.
Circe knows how powerful a weapon like love can be. By revealing to Y/n that she loves him, he has revealed the greatest weakness everyone has. Circe knows that Y/n could just hurt her in ways unimaginable to the gods of any realm and all it takes is just one word.
Y/n: I…I love you too. Your beauty and kindness are treasures that I hold near and dear to my heart, I only long to have that more than my men.
Circe: *slight smile* And you’ll get it. Would you mind…sleeping with me?
Y/n: We’ve only just started. I need to get reacquainted with this, so give me some time and I’ll eventually move in with you.
And with time, before Y/n would end up claiming the lives of both Scylla and Charybdis in one day, Circe had decided to help shield Y/n with a combination of herbs in water. Leading him to the bath inside her mansion, Y/n had undressed; revealing the many scars all over his body in different places, as he slowly went into the bath as Circe undressed as well and joined him. Along with the stress running off his body as Circe used a cloth to coat his body in the magical water, Circe saw the scars of many different sizes and shapes more profoundly as the two lovers’ heads were almost in kissing distance, all that was needed was for someone to move their head forward and their lips would be locked.
Circe: If you want, I could have something made to heal your scars.
Y/n: I appreciate the offer, but I’d have to refuse. These scars…each tell a story to me, reminds me of my experience and how far my men and I have come.
As she was washing his body, Circe couldn’t help but stare into Y/n’s (e/c) eyes and him with her green eyes. As they stared into each other’s eyes, their lips magnetically attracted to each other as the two locked lips in the bath, their eyes closed as Circe wrapped her arms around Y/n’s neck, dropping the rag onto the floor as Y/n wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, the water lapping on their bodies as they made love to one another in the bath.
Seeing Y/n and the other Geats set sail to kill Scylla and Charybdis, Circe couldn’t help but think of herself carrying Y/n’s future heir, whether that heir be a son or a daughter, who knows. She was more than giddy and confident in the Geats’ ability to monster slay, she prepared them a victory feast. As night descended, Circe saw the lights of the ship being pulled into shore and after one to two minutes, the Geats, along with their leader of Y/n appeared with a feast of meat from the pigs. As the other Geats were singing and drinking their heads off, Y/n and Circe enjoyed their meal inside as Circe saw that Scylla and Charybdis had given Y/n a new scar; an eyepatch.
Circe: Yes, my love?
Y/n: Would you like to leave this island and come to Geatland? Your talents are best put to use when people other than me are requiring them.
Circe: As long as I travel with you, I’d travel the world with you.
And so, the two lovers traveled made their way from Aeaea to Geatland. While making their way to Geatland, Circe had given birth to Y/n’s son. And the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree as Y/n and Circe would be known as the grandfather and grandmother to legendary Geatish hero who killed Grendel, Beowulf, as Y/n’s son was Beowulf’s father, Ecgtheow.
Though, when Nordic mythology was born, Y/n and the other Geats and Circe, would be a part of the Einherjar fighting at Ragnarok, the Twilight of the Gods.
There were many fancy shmancy places all of the considered 1% people go to. Four Seasons is probably one that came to mind because they are a recognized brand that has spread all over the country of the USA. And it is in a Four Seasons hotel where a certain (h/c) bellboy was near his wit’s end with his current “slavemaster”, the customer.
Customer: No, no...put it over there.
Y/n: Here? (I swear to God, I’m going to choke this motherfucker to death if he says no.)
Y/n: (Say “yes”...say it...)
Customer: Sure, let’s go with there. Gently now, all those clothes cost more than you, I’m sure.
Slowly putting the luggage made of solid gold down as gently as putting in a baby in a crib, our bellboy Y/n walked outside the hotel room and held out his hand for a tip, only getting a high-five in the process and a door slammed in his face. This wasn’t exactly what he had imagined when he had gotten out of college, but the job pays well...when you know, the manager actually gives him the paycheck. His day not even halfway over and he had already called it quits. When the coast was clear, he went out to the balcony and pulled out from his pocket a vape pen and did what you would normally do when you’re stressed and have a vape pen. It wasn’t a habit for him to vape recreationally, it was more of a stress reliever.
Keeping up appearances, he had placed the vape pen back in his pocket and went back to the lobby where he should be by way of the good ol’ elevator. Exiting the elevator and returning to his normal post of standing near the entrance doors and smile and say “Welcome to the Four Seasons”. While greeting the guests, our bellboy gets a tap on his shoulder by his manager, also known as the one that pays him. Very prim and proper, this guy. Photogenic face, black short hair slicked back, a smile that showed his teeth. This was a guy in Y/n’s mind as he described as someone who takes it up the ass for management. Gesturing him to follow him, they went to a secluded area out of earshot from any employee or customer as Y/n looked pretty indifferent while his manager seemed a bit...too happy.
Manager: Listen, Y/n, I know you’re probably wondering where your paycheck is.
Y/n: That’s one of the thoughts in my head. The others are; “why haven’t I resigned yet?” and “where did it all go wrong?”.
Manager: Well, I have it right here in my desk, but I was wondering if you’re willing to spend a couple hours here to act as room service, I’ll be sure to throw in 30% more pay.
Manager: Great! I knew I could count on you! And if there are no complaints, then I’ll throw in a little extra.
As night descended, Y/n was running all over the hotel, going up and down and taking his weird ass requests from the fancy boys that fuel his paycheck, he was completely drenched in sweat, so he decided to stop by one of the bathrooms and wash his face before going back and getting two weeks’ worth of cardio. Exiting the bathroom, he almost collided with one of the patrons; if this were a normal day where he wasn’t mad from the stress, he’d probably consider her a dame. And it shows too; back length white hair, green eyes that had the gaze of Medusa, reducing any man that came her way to nothing more than stone. Her black dress hugged her hourglass figure in all the right ways. She’d definitely steal the hearts and minds of men, but not a pissed off, on the job Y/n.
Woman: Rough day at the office?
Y/n: Like you wouldn’t believe.
Woman: You should probably put in your two weeks, sugar. Find a different line of work.
Y/n: I’ve tried…five times!
Woman: Hmm…maybe, when the party is over, meet me in the lobby. I could give you an offer for a job you might be interested in.
Y/n: And whose name should I shout?
Felicia: *offers handshake* Felicia. Felicia Hardy.
Y/n: Yeah…no. I’m not willing to do drugs with you.
Not letting rejection get to her, the woman dressed in black slightly shrugged it off and walked the same direction she was going; the elevator. As she pressed the button to call the elevator, she looked over her shoulder to see Y/n, looking indifferent.
Felicia: I wasn’t kidding about looking for a new job after today, though. Heard the party was going to be killer.
Y/n: Whatever Felicia. If that is your real name.
Felicia: (Sounds just as good as when he says it.) *smiles* It is, baby.
The elevator bell ringing, she walked inside and pressed a button. Before the doors had closed completely, she blew him an air kiss, making him a bit more dead inside about how he had gotten to where he was in life. Walking towards the elevator and pressing the button, waiting for it to go up.
On a different floor, the usual security guards do their patrolling and usual check-ups of the occasional drunk civi that passes through. As a guard wanted to do a check of one of the suited male individuals, the suited male shanked the guard and hid his body as more individuals dressed in suits, like a mafia. Some of the mafiosos had bags on them and placed them on the floor and unzipped them to reveal submachine guns and assault rifles as from out of the shadows was the mob boss himself; Hammerhead.
Hammerhead: Alright, you know the drill. No one moves in and no one gets out. Round up the stragglers and have ‘em—
With the worst timing possible, the elevator dings as none other than our bellboy was in it and sees all of the shit going down. The dead guard, the guns, the mafiosos, and most importantly, he sees Hammerhead’s face. With wide eyes and the fastest finger in the west, he was immediately spamming a floor that wasn’t this floor as the mafiosos had their guns trained on him while the elevators were closing, but what stopped them from firing was the order made by Hammerhead.
Hammerhead: This always happens. We split up from here; you guys are with me, we stick with the original plan. The rest of ya, find ‘im and kill him!
Booking it out of the elevator and onto a random floor, Y/n decided that since most of the guests are up at the party on the roof, the rooms would be vacant. As he was evading the mafia, seeing them go into rooms and pulling people out by force, he went into one of the vacated rooms to try and get a grasp on what the hell is happening in his life.
Y/n: (Okay, when did it all go wrong? I think it was when I went to college trying to major in art. Something tells me I’d be feeding myself to the wolves when I try to make a break for the exit. So, my only options are wait it out or try and fight them.)
As he was thinking, he heard steps coming closer to the door and hearing the knob turning, quickly and quietly, he took off his shoes because their heels would make too much noise, even on carpet, he carried his loafers in his hands and hid in the closet, pressing himself against the wall to try and hide in the shadow as much as possible. Seeing two men walk in, but they were people that he could possibly handle. Very low-level grunts that didn’t offer much, only armed with submachine guns and pistols.
Mafioso: He’s nowhere here on the 76th floor.
Hammerhead: That’s what he wants you to think! Double, no, triple check those floors!
Mafioso: Got it boss. *turns off radio* Let’s check this room out and check the floors again.
As the mafios were checking the bathroom, it would only be a matter of time before one of their ugly faces would shine a flashlight in his face or worse, a gun. Slowly putting his loafers beside him to free both hands to be ready to get to throw hands, he heard the steps of someone getting closer and closer to the closet, only he could see from his opening that the mafio was checking under the bed, but the other was nowhere to be heard or seen. Moving quietly to the other side of the open closet, remembering that there was someone checking the bed, he saw the other checking the bathroom. He saw a desk lamp he could use to hit one of them over the head, but starting the fight in general would alert the guy in the bathroom.
Y/n: (I can’t tunnel vision someone. I need to make sure one is occupied so they don’t turn the guns on me. This needs to be fast and quick.)
Moving as fast as he could, he yanked the desk lamp out of its socket and hit the mafio that was checking the bed over the head with it. He was stunned, though for a second as the other mafio quickly popped out of the bathroom, submachine gun drawn, so Y/n yanked out the second desk lamp and threw it at him, getting the mafio’s finger off of the trigger, so the bellboy ran to him and did a textbook german suplex on him. Seeing the other mafio recovering from the lamp shot, Y/n ran towards him and tried to tackle him against the wall, and that did happen, but the mafio has better combat prowess than some normal guy replicating pro wrestling as the gunman slammed Y/n’s head against the large glass window, cracking it but not shattering it. Instead of being pushed through the glass, Y/n dodged his hand and snaked around him while grabbing his SMG and kicked him out the window, breaking it and sending the mafio to his death.
Y/n: (Quick! Make a Schwarzenegger one-liner!) You are...terminated...no, no, no...I could do better. Nope, can’t, moment’s passed.
Hearing the guy he german suplexed starting to get back up, he speared him to the bathroom, but before the mafio’s back hit the sink, he got behind Y/n and shoved him into the sink, breaking the mirror with glass shards cutting up his face slightly and doing some damage to his shoulder. The mafioso composes himself and cocks his gun and out of impulse, Y/n grabbed one of the mirror shards and lunged towards his assailant, fatally stabbing him in the neck with the horror of the realization that he just killed someone and watching their horrified look on their face made it all the more horrid. Even if he did just try to kill him, Y/n really didn’t want to kill that guy. The one he threw out the window wasn’t as bad because he wasn’t seeing them see their life flash before their eyes before taking in that final breath and seeing that dead carcass lying on the bathroom floor, made Y/n vomit.
Y/n: *slaps himself and takes a breath* (You can do this Y/n, just like the video games. You can’t just sit around and lie on your ass to wait for either them to kill you or for Spider-Man to pop his head out of somewhere. I got to do this. I gotta be that guy to save the day. For these people, even if they are assholes, but most importantly; my paycheck.)
When visiting the annexed Imperial territory of Tenebrae by train, Y/n was dressed in a formal attire, dressed in something akin to Crowe Altius’ Kingsglaive attire though obviously focused more on the formal appearance than combat proficiency and tailored to a male’s body. When the train had stopped, Y/n had grabbed his bag filled with spare clothes as he were to spend a couple of days and nights overseeing that future Oracle is up to the task. Stepping off of the train with the other passengers, Y/n was immediately greeted by the Oracle as if the people standing aside and kneeling in her presence weren’t dead giveaways. Instead of kneeling like the citizens she serves, Y/n did a quick courtesy bow and Lunafreya returned the favor before the two would walk side by side to the palace.
Lunafreya: I hope the ride over here wasn’t too taxing on you.
Y/n: I still have energy in me to walk around, stand there and look tough, and do whatever.
While most would talk to the Oracle in a more formal diction, Y/n wasn’t that kind of person. After teaching Noctis the basics of elemancy, his casual tone towards his own student would influence how he talked to both the True King and the Oracle. He did, however, act polite and all that when in front of the people of Tenebrae and soldiers of Niflheim, as he is representing Lucis on behalf of King Regis. Lunafreya didn’t mind the more casual tone in Y/n’s voice, it humbled her as he didn’t treat her like she was on a grand pedestal, rather like two friends getting together for lunch and some Ebony.
Lunafreya: I heard that you were teaching Noctis magic.
Y/n: My father teaches both the Crownsguard and Kingsglaive magic and how use and counter spells while what I’m doing right now is my mother’s job. I was the only one available to teach him.
Lunafreya: Is he a studious one?
Y/n: Ha, hardly. He tried to slack off, but I showed him the potential if he can master the basics. Though, he is contempt with learning just the basics from me and learning the rest on his own, which is fine by me.
Lunafreya: Were you at your wit’s end with him?
Y/n: No. We’ve come to respect each other, in a way. His lax attitude is part of his charm.
Lunafreya: Earlier you said your father trained the King’s guards, is he a part of them? The Kingsglaive?
Y/n: Nah. Most of the Kingsglaive now are filled with refugees from Galahd, so he wouldn’t fit in, being an Insomnian native. Besides, he has his hands filled with his magic academy in Insomnia. Also, he’s up there in age.
Once inside the palace, after confirming the details of the armistice and potential treaty with the Empire’s representative, Chancellor Ardyn Izunia, the union between Lucis and Niflheim would begin with a celebration party in Insomnia as offered by Ardyn with the marriage of Prince Noctis and Oracle Lunafreya in Altissia as offered by Y/n. With the two agreeing that both sides stop fighting and pull out of each other’s respective territories. With the terms agreed upon, Y/n and Ardyn walked out of separate exits of the main palace as Y/n walked through a field of sylleblossoms, stopping on the pathway as sylleblossoms aren’t native flowers in any region in Lucis.
??? Beautiful, aren’t they?
Y/n: Hmm? Oh, I’m not much of a flower guy, Lady Lunafreya.
Lunafreya: I take it that the two of you agreed on something?
Y/n: Mhmm. Now, I just have to find--
???: Lady Lunafreya!
Interrupting the conversation among the two was a blacksmith, who seemed to be tired from running around the palace. The man had hairstyle similar to Nyx Ulric and a goatee that seemed to grow off his chin. Naturally, he was quite muscular, but he wasn’t exactly Gladio buff, just buff. Sweat ran down his soot-covered skin as the blacksmith composed himself in front of the two magical beings.
Blacksmith: Lady Lunafreya, do you know where the Imperial High Commander is? I have his shipment of weapons ready for him. I’ve tried checking the barracks, but he wasn’t there, so I came looking for you.
Lunafreya: Lord Ravus is in his chambers currently. Return to your shop, Abaddon, I will send him to you.
Abaddon: Thank you, Lady Lunafreya, I’ll return--*notices you* Say, you’re a Lucian right?
Y/n: Specifically, the one to negotiate the peace treaty.
Abaddon: I have a weapon in my shop to give to the king, in honor of the peace treaty! Would you mind giving it to him when you’re back in Insomnia?
Y/n: Sure, I guess.
Abaddon: I’ll meet you at the train station then!
Running off back to his shop, the confusion on Y/n’s face was made apparent to Lunafreya as the two tried to find what they were talking about before the blacksmith interrupted them.
Lunafreya: That is the local blacksmith here in Tenebrae. He makes weapons and ammunition for the Imperial Army and for my brother, Imperial High Commander Ravus Nox Fleuret. My brother trusts him, as he provides quality weapons, in his words.
Y/n: If your brother supports him, then I guess I should take the sword.
Lunafreya: Who are you trying to find?
Y/n: Oh, right. I’m trying to find the Messenger.
Lunafreya: Follow me, I will lead you to her.
Walking through the field of sylleblossoms, the two walked in silence as they went inside of a room that was surrounded by large glass walls and marble cylindrical pillars akin to the Parthenon and a reflective marble floor as the pillars towered to a large, circular roof, however, no artwork was seen displayed on the circular roof. What gave away the purpose of the room was the large bed, with white linen and silk sheet. Standing beside one of the large window was the ever clairvoyant Gentiana.
Y/n: Thank you, Lunafreya.
With nothing more than just a simple nod and a wave, the Oracle closes the door, leaving the two “Messengers” from both Lucis and Niflheim to do their divine...orders, as no one knew what went on behind closed doors, not even the King and Oracle. After time had passed and the two had walked out of Lunafreya’s chambers as Gentiana walked off to who knows where and probably disappeared with Y/n returning to the care of Lunafreya.
Y/n: Alright, with...that done, I should head back now.
Lunafreya: I’ll lead you back to the train.
Retracing their route to the train, the two passed by the field of sylleblossoms once more, Lunafreya noticeably stopping with Y/n visually confused as to why. He saw her stare at a particular sylleblossom and bent over to pluck it from the ground, root and all and handed it over to the Magical Advisor, only being more confused.
Y/n: I’m flattered and all, but--
Lunafreya: *light chuckle* It’s for Noctis.
Y/n: Wait, you have history with the prince?
Lunafreya: Of course. When we were just kids, the King and him would occasionally visit Tenebrae. Is there something wrong?
Y/n: No, it’s just...I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you’ll be told eventually anyways; you’ll be married to Noct. In Altissia.
Y/n: You don’t sound enthused like I thought you would.
Lunafreya: He and I are merely just friends. This marriage...it’s more of...how would you say it? It’s better for Noctis to marry someone he knows and likes, even as a friend, than to be married to someone he doesn’t know.
Y/n: Guess it makes sense, in a way.
Lunafreya: Of course, there is room for us to grow to love each other, though I do not think it would be possible. I only wish to be loved by someone who sees me as who I am.
Y/n: I’m sure there’s...someone out there that does.
The two then lock eyes for a couple of minutes, nothing but the sound of silence and the wind blowing the field of sylleblossoms two and fro, creating this light blue hue in the background and, almost instinctively Lunafreya was talking directly towards Y/n to make a move. To just do it, even if it means screwing his potential friendship with Noctis. Then again, no one else was out in the large garden, just him and her. While locking eyes with each other, they were unaware that their feet were magnetically pulling them closer to each other as the two stood close enough to where Y/n could raise his arms from his sides and hold her gently. The two slowly closed their eyes and had their heads come closer to each other to have their lips meet in the middle as they prepared for that kiss.
Stopping that kiss, was a gentle palm on Y/n’s pectoral muscle as he snapped out of the trance and looked at Lunafreya without a lustful gaze.
Lunafreya: *gentle voice* Not now, you have somewhere else to be, don’t you?
Y/n: Just a quick one, Lunafreya. No one has to know.
Lunafreya: You’ll come to visit me or I’ll visit you in Altissia or Insomnia.
Exiting the palace, the two parted ways as Y/n made for the train, but remembered that he was supposed to meet Abaddon at the train station for a sword for the king. Spotting the blacksmith, he approached him as Abaddon presented the sword to the Lucis’ Foreign Ambassador like he was the king. The sword itself was a marvel because of how beautiful it was made, while also sporting an ebony and ivory color scheme. An elaborately decorated sword, it sports a wing-like design on one side of the hilt.
Y/n: This sword is amazing and beautiful to look at.
Abaddon: Oh, it’s nothing your worship. I’m just hoping that this peace treaty comes to light so that I may craft more weapons like this with a larger resource pool and for more people.
Y/n: Well, here’s to hoping.
Hopping on the train, Y/n looked out the window to see Lunafreya waving him goodbye as he waved back as the train took off from the station. On the way back to Lucis, Y/n couldn’t help but admire the craftsmanship that went into the sword for King Regis.
Albeit unknowingly, Abaddon had created a Royal Arm, known as the Sword of the Father.
~Resting at a haven~
Noctis: So, nothing happened between you and Luna?
Y/n: Nope, she just gave me the sylleblossom to give to you. She also said that it was better for you to marry her since you two are friends than to be married to someone else.
Noctis: Well, she’s right. Though, I wouldn’t mind if I didn’t get married to her.
Gladiolus: You’re the reason we’re going to Altissia huh?
Y/n: Altissia’s beautiful, don’t know what you’re complaining about. It’s a dream for all couples to get married there!
Prompto: You’re not wrong! I’d totally marry Cindy there! Hey, maybe you and Iggy could plan our weddings!
Y/n: I don’t think so.
Prompto: So, Noct, since you consider her your friend; out of the four of us, who would you want her to marry?
Noctis: I guess, Y/n. She’s known him the longest out of the four of you. Heck, I wouldn’t have mind if he made a move on her.
Y/n: Good to know, now don’t mind me slipping this poison in your food.
Da Ji’s love of pain, suffering, and misery would be a crucial factor into her plan to either have the Jade Emperor overthrown or killed. The plan was simple; commit many atrocities to the people of China so that the Emperor is removed. While spending time with the Emperor to be his mistress, Da Ji could relate to Nu Wa because the fox spirit saw the Jade Emperor as weak, spineless, and needy. Every touch of his decrepit fingers made her blood boil, every grope of her large breasts made her want to end her own suffering, and every night of pleasure for King Zhou was a night of misery for Da Ji.
Da Ji, like mortals, had perseverance. The Jade Emperor was blind to all of Da Ji’s activities, including her seeing her own true love in Y/n. The man in question is a young farmer, recently purchased his own farm land and lives on his own, and he was nothing more than that. He was also one of the early haters of the Jade Emperor ever since he commissioned one of Da Ji’s signature torture devices, the Paolao, a bronze tower in which naked people were locked up inside, standing on hot coals and left to burn to death. Seeing an accomplice in him, being among the commoners, Da Ji had confided her plan in him and agreed. As they planned, their friendship in each other turned into love, with Da Ji sleeping in his bed when night had come.
With Da Ji coming up with new ways to make the people seem restless, going as far as having King Zhou approve of killing people just to feed them to Da Ji to satisfy her appetite. Meanwhile, down on the streets, shouting the great injustices of the Jade Emperor to get them all riled up and ready for a revolution. Before the day would be known as the overthrowing of King Zhou, Da Ji and Y/n met in Y/n’s home as night descended.
Y/n: What happens after our plan works? You’d be run out of town, Da Ji or killed.
Da Ji: I was planning to leave anyway, maybe make for lands far from here.
Y/n: Then I’ll leave with you!
Da Ji: Y/n, it was a mistake for me to fall in love with you.
Y/n: What do you mean? I don’t remember doing anything to displease you.
Da Ji: It’s not what you did, its what you are.
Y/n: I...don’t quite understand.
Da Ji: Allow me to show you.
Unveiling the illusion casted upon her nine-tails, Da Ji’s orange and white-tipped bushy tails swayed to and fro, Y/n’s eyes widening at the fact that he loved and made love to a spirit, a fox spirit no less.
Y/n: You’re...a spirit?
Da Ji: I was sent here by Nu Wa to get rid of the Jade Emperor by any means necessary. Falling in love with you, however, was my own choice. I never felt more happier than staying by your side, hearing you whisper in my ear how much you love me and what you would wish for us in the future, as much as I do with you.
Y/n: I don’t care if you’d outlive me or not, Da Ji! I want the rest of my life to be spent with you or in worship of you! You are the greatest thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t want to lose you...
For once in her life, Da Ji smiled towards something that wasn’t pain, misery, or the suffering of others. The nine-tailed fox had never thought that the love and affection of someone, a mortal no less, would bring her eternal happiness. Then again, it was probably a thought in the back of her head that the suffering of others would only bring her temporary pleasure, while this love and devotion brought to her by Y/n is a wholly new feeling, one that she’s never experienced before in her lifetime.
Taking a step closer to Y/n, where her breasts were basically touching his chest, her tails coiled around him gently as she placed her hands on both of his cheeks while he wrapped his arms around her lower back, her nine tails making it impossible for the farmer to wrap his arms around her curvy waistline.
Da Ji: I love you too. I couldn’t possibly imagine a world without you, my dear~
Y/n: Would you allow me to show just how much I love you?
Da Ji: Only if you allow me to do the same.
As the pleasant night came to a close with the afterglow starting to come to effect, before Y/n and Da Ji would succumb to their fatigue of getting it on, the two lie in bed staring into each other’s eyes and caressing each other’s faces.
Y/n: You’re so...beautiful...never have I seen a woman so gorgeous as you.
Da Ji: You’ve always fascinated me, Y/n. You never strived for more than what you were given, always content even though you could have strived for more.
Y/n: If I did, I never would have met you.
The foxy vixen let out a chuckle that would melt the heart of men in an instant. Under the sheets, they held each other closer, with no gap in between them as they slept in each other’s arms, simply happy by being there with each other, even though the uncertainty of the ensuing riot would leave the two lovers in a compromising position, yet they would die in synchronization and still remain happy.
When the revolution came in full force, China burned. The people burned all things associated with the Jade Emperor and as the mob approached the palace and the bedroom, they would find King Zhou, who had committed suicide by ingesting poison. Meanwhile, Da Ji had become a spirit while Y/n would walk and reside in what is now known as Mongolia. If there were any man who would threaten Y/n by killing him or taking his crops, Da Ji would come down in the night and slaughter those related but not kill those who had threaten him in the first place.
After all, the fear and terror on their faces satiated her desires of misery and what satisfied her, satisfied him.
Before going to the subway that leads to the Phantom Thieves hideout, Y/n’s seeing-eye dog, Kerberos, ran up to his master and gave him an affirmative lick of his palm to let his master know he is there. But, Kerberos had a nose that could smell even the faintest of things and usually wasn’t hostile, but started growling at Akira.
Akira: Is he gonna attack me?
Y/n: No. That’s weird, he usually isn’t hostile. What’s wrong, boy?
Morgana: Wait, is he smelling me?!
Willing to test the theory that Kerberos hates cats, Akira held his bag that had Morgana in it and held it closer to Kerberos, which resulted in him barking at it fiercely and repetitively as he placed the bag back on his shoulder.
Akira: I think he hates cats.
Y/n: He does? *baby voice* Oh boy, why are you such a stereotypical dog? I thought you were better than that. *normal voice* Maybe your cat should get more acquainted with my dog. You know, to get on friendlier terms.
Morgana: NO! Do NOT put me anywhere NEAR that mutt!
Akira: Says no.
Y/n: Eh, aw well. We gave it a shot. Don’t worry, on the subway, I already paid for the pet fines.
Going onto the subway train that goes to Shibuya, Y/n and Akira found a seat and to make room for more people, Kerberos sat on Y/n’s lap. To help pass the time, the two talked to each other about random things in school and since Akira was technically his senpai, he wanted to make sure his kohai was alright.
Akira: How’s school going for you? I wanted to know how being a blind student would differ from a normal one—sorry if that seemed offensive.
Y/n: Don’t worry, call me whatever you want. Blind, crippled, disabled...doesn’t matter in the slightest for me. It’s like a status symbol and I wear it with pride.
Akira: Okay, thanks for letting me know.
Y/n: No problem at all. School’s going well, because I have to read braille, tests and homework usually come days or weeks before everyone else.
Y/n: It is quite interesting.
Feeling the train stop and hearing the announcer say the current stop was Shibuya, so Akira tapped Y/n, who then signaled for Kerberos to get off. After walking a bit and distancing themselves from the subway, Y/n could feel sunlight’s warm grace touch his skin, a very homey and inviting feeling as if he was experiencing a hug from his mother when he was just a babe.
Y/n: Where are we? Are we...outside? I can feel sunlight, though it is faintly warm...sunset?
Akira: We’re on the connector bridge, there is a giant column of glass towards the outside here.
Y/n: Good location. I don’t mind it. Wait...your friends are here.
Akira: How can you hear them?
Y/n: People of certain weights have a certain echo in their step. Plus, if they have a certain hairstyle or accessories, I try and focus on that too. To keep myself from boring you, each person walks differently. You may not pick it up yourself, but I tend to since I have nothing else to go on.
Akira: Now that I’m thinking about it, you probably won’t see us in action. We’re still figuring out missing details.
Joining in the conversation were the other three members of the Phantom Thieves, though Y/n still had his back towards them not because he was a complete jerk, no as far as they were concerned, he was still a respectful student and treated them as his superiors, until they get snarky that is. He just loves the feeling of sunlight on his face.
Ryuji: So, you brought the underclassman over? Guess the gig is up! Yeah, that’s right kid! Your senpais are the Phantom Thie--
Ann: *elbows Ryuji in the side* Not so loud!
Ryuji: Ow! Sorry...you get what I mean.
Y/n: Hard to believe you’re my superior, Sakamoto-senpai.
Ryuji: Woah, that sounded so...formal. “Sakamoto-senpai”...never thought I’d get referred as that.
Y/n: *sarcastic voice* My apologies, Ryu-tan.
Ryuji: *grinds teeth* Can we kick this kid out?!
Yusuke: Should we properly catch him up on our recent case?
Ann: Oh yeah. Listen closely Y/n; we’re trying to bust what we believe to be illegal drug trafficking--
Y/n: --From Kaneshiro, right?
Those three words put a face of confusion on all the members of the Phantom Thieves, seeing as how their newest member immediately figured out who was behind the drug trafficking while they were busting their chops trying to get people to talk.
Ryuji: You can’t see it, but we’re a bit miffed to how you discovered that before us.
Y/n: Did you guys ever talk to the underclassmen? Their lips aren’t as sealed like you upperclassmen, so getting their gums to flap isn’t that hard.
Ann: *slaps forehead in realization* We’re such idiots.
Yusuke: Did you get a location?
Y/n: No. They only meet them through his associates. “It’s just a hand off to a location they specify and its easy money” he said. Though, if I interpret it correctly, Kaneshiro intends to bleed you for every last drop, so to speak.
Ryuji: Least we got a name, now we need a location.
Y/n: I said I didn’t know where he was.
Akira: Umm, how do I put it? His main place of operations, you know, where his associates frequent.
Y/n: That’s easy; Shibuya.
MetaNav App: Match detected.
Y/n: I didn’t realize there was another person here!
Ryuji: Dude! He’s filling out the MetaNav for us! I take back my bad comment about you, now!
Ann: It’s an app that lets us do our work.
Y/n: You guys are hackers? Like that one hacker group that keeps appearing in the news? What was their name again...?
Y/n: Aww...that would’ve been so cool, meeting a hacker.
Ann: Shouldn’t we be using him for this? I mean, he’s a person too.
Y/n: I’m helping you guys out. It’s fine. I’m an asset!
Ann: Well...if he’s that enthused about it, I guess there’s no harm.
Ryuji: Alright, last one Y/n! If you were Kaneshiro, how would you interpret Shibuya?
Y/n: What do you mean by “interpret Shibuya”? It’s a city. There’s nothing to interpret...unless...oh! That’s what you mean by interpret Shibuya! Well, if we’re to assume that he has more than just students at Shujin and he’s making more than what he put out like stocks...hmm...not a stock exchange...
MetaNav App: No match detected.
Y/n: Yeah...that confirms it...a bank?
MetaNav App: Match detected. Plotting course.
Ryuji: Yo! He did it!
Y/n: Come now, it’s nothing special. Besides, what does that app even--
Y/n: --Do? Woah...where’s the sunlight gone? And why did it become so quiet?
Skull: Uhhh...should we--?
Panther: He got us this far, he should at least be a part of the process now.
Y/n: Uhh, what are you guys talking about?
Joker: This’ll get complicated...
~After an explanation~
Y/n: Oh...I see. I’ll try to use your codenames when Kerberos starts acting hostile for no reason. Unless the cat is now out of the bag.
Mona: AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! Call off your mutt! It’s biting my head!
Within the jaws of the German Shepherd was Mona’s head, being flailed around like a ragdoll as Kerberos was playing with Mona like the chew toy he is portrayed to be in the Metaverse.
Y/n: I don’t know, you did call him a “mutt” and “it”.
Mona: *crying* Panther, do something please... *sobbing*
With a snap of the fingers (half of all life in the universe disappeared), the German Shepherd let go of Mona, visible teeth marks on his head, as they all walked out of the empty train station and out into the city of Shibuya, where they find walking ATMs wandering about.
Joker: This is...getting weird...
Y/n: What’s happening?!
Fox: Walking ATMs...
Y/n: Walking ATMs?
Fox: So, Kaneshiro’s perceptions of the area can change how we see things. These walking ATMs are how he sees people.
Y/n: Wow...fascinating. Who knew there was a world like this right under our noses? How do you guys usually do this?
Mona: Well, this thing called a Palace resides their Treasure, a manifestation of their darkest desires, and we take it. But Shibuya’s a big place, but the Palace itself makes itself pretty obvious compared to its surroundings.
Y/n: Then, it should be a piece of cake, right?
Mona: That’s the problem! There’s no building that stands out from the rest!
Y/n: Let’s go on a scavenger hunt, chew toy.
Going to where in the real world where the shops would be, there were a large amount of ATM people, most of them in working condition, but there were some that were damaged beyond repair and after not saying anything much, other than what their real-life counterpart must be thinking, they would cease to function anymore. Despite the talking, they weren’t able to discern a location from anyone of them.
Y/n: We’ve talked to everyone here and they aren’t very helpful.
Panther: That’s a...harsh way of putting it.
Y/n: Is it? Gotta work on my word--Ow! My ears!
Joker: What’s wrong?
Y/n: How do you guys not hear that?! It’s loud like a vacuum!
Kerberos started to howl in pain as the other Phantom Thieves and eventually the Thieves that didn’t bend over in pain started to see what the Palace was about, but as it was hovering over them, Y/n and Kerberos starting screaming louder and grating their ears apart, as if they were being tortured.
Fox: Let’s continue this conversation when we can clearly hear each other.
Y/n: What an awful experience! I hate that world! Never again shall I submit myself to cruel and unusual punishments...
Ryuji: It wasn’t that bad. Get over yourself.
Y/n: ”It wasn’t that bad”?! It was like nails against a chalkboard while that same person is forking a plate at 10000dB!
Morgana: Focus on the topic at hand! The Palace, as of now, is unreachable!
Y/n: What do you mean, “unreachable”?
Akira: It’s a UFO.
Y/n: Really?! Makes up for the pain I endured.
Ryuji: Any proposed solutions from you, Y/n?
Y/n: To reach it? I don’t know, I’m not experienced enough in this...cognitive stuff.
Yusuke: Hmm, then we’ll postpone it till a solution arises.
Y/n: Oh wait! Before I forget!
Opening his bag, Y/n rummaged through the organization of it and felt around for a slip of paper. When his fingers grasped the white paper, Y/n handed it to Akira as the leader of the Phantom Thieves saw it as an early dismissal pass.
Y/n: If you plan on meeting up or whatever, just knock on my homeroom door 10 minutes before dismissal. Show it to your teacher and he or she will let you leave early with me on the pretense you’ll escort me home. If you’re not gonna meet up, just don’t bother coming or come and have an excuse to leave early, fine by me either way.
Ryuji: Bro, you got more of those on the down low?
Unbeknownst to them, their conversation was recorded by a certain student council president.
Y/n: Whatcha looking at Prompto? Lewd photos of Cindy?
Prompto: Hah! No, but the website I’m on does offer those kinds of art.
Y/n: What’s the website?
Y/n: DeviantArt? What’s that?
Prompto: It’s this place that accepts art! Photos, art, and even stories!
Y/n: Oh, is that where you post your photos?
Prompto: Yeah! I got like, thousands of watchers bro! I made an announcement that I was going to start writing and I think I’m almost done.
Y/n: Oooh, whatcha writing?
Prompto: An fanfic with our goddess, Cindy.
Y/n: Why not just ask her out yourself?
Prompto: This isn’t for me! It’s for my fans! My Chocobros! Besides, I wouldn’t want to date the Cindy I’m writing.
Y/n: Oh? Why? I thought you accepted all forms of your goddess.
Prompto: Yeah, but...this Cindy is what people call “yandere”.
Y/n: I heard about those kinds of women. Crazy as hell. Who was the one people are crazy about?
Prompto: I think...uh...Yuno something. Anyway, here’s a sneak peek!
Before going through the process of submitting the work, Prompto slid his phone to Y/n as he began to start reading Prompto’s first insert.
The gang arrived in Hammerhead since the Regalia was in, let’s say, less favorable conditions. No worries though, since the Goddess of Gears, Cindy was always there to help out the boys, sometimes for a fee and sometimes for free. Anyhow, while the guys were out doing their own thing, the suave and sexy photographer, Prompto, tried to court the Goddess while she was driving the Regalia into the garage.
Prompto: Umm, hey Cindy.
She turned around out of curiosity. Prompto, having the good eye he does, spots the make-up underneath all that oil and grim from fixing cars all day. Not to mention, her green eyes were brought out by her fair skin and blonde hair. Did I mention her goods were on display as well? Prompto tried to focus as best he could, but being acknowledged by your Goddess was hard, since, well...it’s your Goddess!
Cindy: Hey Prompto! Anythang you want?
Oh, that country girl accent...how beautiful it was to hear...her best trait by far.
Prompto: Um, I was wondering...would you mind going to dinner with me in Lestallum?
Here comes the pitch...
Cindy: Sorry, but I was hoping for someone else to ask.
And the game is over, Mets lose.
Prompto: Someone else?! Who?
Cindy: I was sorta hoping for Y/n to ask me. Please do a gal a favor and don’t tell him I like him.
Y/n: Wait, why me?
Prompto: *mouthful* Because...*swallows* I’m not gonna put Noct in that situation. It would be completely OOC for Ignis to be it. I’m not going to put that heathen Gladio in my first fanfic! I thought you’d be the type to be chill with a psycho girl.
Y/n: Uh...no one is fine with it.
Prompto: DeviantArt seems to be fine with it.
Y/n: I’m not DA.
Prompto: Aw well, whatevs. Keep reading.
Y/n L/n, 22 years of age. Back in Insomnia, he was the teacher of Noctis when it came to the magical arts and even trained some of the Crownsguard to use magic like Prompto, Ignis, and Gladio. While her love for him was somewhat out of nowhere, it was still something to respect, at least in Prompto’s mind. Before he could rejoin his friends, something had knocked him out and dragged him some place.
Outside the garage, as night descended, Y/n was keeping an eye out for Prompto, who knows where that rascal could have gone to? While on his watch, Cindy decided to stop by for a bit and sat in one of the plastic chairs and sat next to Y/n. To Y/n, if anyone knew about what happened to Prompto, it would have to be Cindy.
Y/n: Evening, Cindy.
Cindy: Evening. Regalia’s almost done, just needs a touch more polish.
Y/n: Do you know what happened to Prompto? He hasn’t come back to us in over a couple of hours. Not like him to disappear on his own.
Cindy: Oh, shoot! I knew I forgot to tell y’all somethin! That polish I was talkin’ about earlier, Prompto’s fetching it for me.
Y/n: Oh, well, I guess I can rest at ease. Though, I should probably go check on him.
Before Y/n could get out of the chair, Cindy placed her hand on his chest to stop him as he sat back down.
Cindy: He’s fine, don’t worry your pretty little head about it.
Still, Y/n got up, despite Cindy’s wishes, and because of that, Y/n got knocked out with a single hit to the head with a wrench as Cindy dragged his unconscious body to the garage. Waking up, strapped to a chair, Y/n struggled against the binds that held his ankles and wrists to the chair, but he wasn’t unable to break the ties that bind.
Familiar voice: Psst! Y/n!
Y/n: Prompto? Is that you?
Prompto: We’re gonna die! Cindy’s gonna kill us!
Y/n: Don’t be ridiculous, she’s not gonna kill us.
Familiar voice: Well, you’re half right, love.
Prompto: AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH! CINDY!
Standing between the boys was Cindy, who had a look of evil in her eyes as she fiddled with a monkey wrench, which felt like nothing to her as she was walking back and forth between her hostages as they feared what she might do to either of them with the tools a garage has.
Y/n: This shit won’t last for long, Cindy. Noct and the others will figure you out!
Cindy: I don’t think so, love. Ya see, I told them that you two went on an errand for me to fetch a couple of things to help spruce up the place and they left without a hitch!
Prompto: So...what’s gonna happen to us?
Cindy: I got plans for Y/n here, but you...
Without hesitation, Cindy swung her monkey wrench at Prompto’s head with such speed and power, you’d think she was a female Gladiolus. Prompto’s body went limp as his lower jaw was just hanging off of his face with just a piece of skin connecting it to his head as the impact from the blow was so severe, the chocobo-loving photographer died instantly.
Cindy: Aw shucks, are you really crying over him? He’s a blabbermouth. It’s better he’s like this.
Y/n: You bitch! How dare you say that about him!
Cindy then dropped her monkey wrench onto the floor and sat on Y/n’s lap and wrapped her arms around his neck and unzipped her jacket to reveal more of her sex appeal to him.
Cindy: Like it or not, you’re with me for the next couple o’days. Better get used to it, lover boy~
Y/n: Shouldn’t I be the one that dies?
Prompto: Nah. Besides, it’s literature! Not like its gonna happen! I was gonna do it for other fandoms I’m interested like--
Familiar voice: Heya, smarts! I knew I’d find ya here!
Interrupting the conversation between chocobros was the Goddess of the Gears, the Belle of the Body Shop, the Regalia’s Nurse, Cindy Aurum. Cindy did something Prompto considered blasphemous in Prompto’s eyes and displayed public affections to Y/n with a brief kiss on the lips, confusing the absolute hell out of Prompto.
Y/n: Oh, sorry Prompto. I forgot to tell you; Cindy and I are a thing now.
Prompto: How!? We barely visit this place!
Cindy: During the Assassin Festival, I wanted to celebrate it with someone, but you were off with the prince. Gladio’s nice and all, but Y/n...boy, Y/n was something else! I could listen to him talk about magic for days!
Y/n: And I could listen to you go on about cars for as long as I live~
Cindy: I hope you didn’t forget about our dinner date.
Y/n: Shoot! Prompto--
Prompto: Go, I’ll be fine.
Y/n: Are you sure?
Prompto: Yeah. Don’t worry, be happy you two.
Y/n: Thanks Prompto, you’re a real pal! *takes out wallet* Here. *hands Prompto gil* This should be enough to cover both of us.
Prompto: *takes gil* Thanks. Go enjoy yourselves.
While the two then talked about what was happening and enjoying themselves, Prompto ate his salad in silence as he was going through the submission process on DeviantArt. While submitting his work and going it over, as he read it, something clicked inside Prompto...something...
Prompto: (Wait...if they’re dating...then...)
A look of horror found itself on the chocobo butt hair as he looked at Cindy and Y/n taking a car towards probably a fancy place like Lestallum as he read that in his own fic that Cindy killed Prompto because he was annoying and wanted Y/n to herself. Spitting out the salad due to potential poison, Prompto dropped the gil on the table and bolted out of the restaurant as he ran towards the car Y/n and Cindy were in.
Prompto: Y/n! I’ll save you!
And that is how Prompto lost all interest in Cindy in the span of a single day.