The Ark of War (Crossover x Emperor male reader)

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This is more of a fluff chapter.

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Imperial Date: 00.17.1.1949.M42 (Accuracy, Day, Month, Year, Millennium)

Y/n's POV

I was relaxing with Hood outside, near the bustling harbor, which was being rebuilt relatively quickly by the Manjuus (little yellow birds) with the help of Imperial constructor Sentinels. it was a beautiful day today . . . ignoring the nightmares I had last night about Istvaan V and the death of Terrus, but other than that the day was going well. We were at a restaurant of sorts, called "The Pacific Blues", no clue why you'd need one when you already have a chow hall, but I'm not complaining.

Avery (Sgt. Maj. Avery Johnson, IMC 2nd expeditionary force and one of the Emperor's Onyx Guard  Invictarii. Been a while since we've seen him), who had recently arrived, was also with us, as were Gloucester, Newcastle, QE, Warspite, Mordred, and Balroth.

Hood and Avery were conversing with eachother, while the others, with the exception of Balroth, were drinking some of the Royal Navy's Earl Grey Tea . . . I prefer Tanna, it just hits the spot. Either that or some good old fashioned Dragon Fire Whiskey . . . I'm currently drinking a combination of both, some Tanna with a splash of DFW. Newcastle and Gloucester are also standing for some reason. I dunno why they don't just sit down.

Hood: So, Avery, was it? You're one of Y/n's friends?

Avery responded.

Johnson: One of his best! I've been wit' him an' Rith since he was taken in by they Royal family of Luminos! And I was with him during his time at the Imperial Royal Academy too!

My head begins to tingle a bit . . . Absolutely no clue what that was!

Mordred: Y/n?

Y/n: Huh? Yeah?

Mordred: Looked a little off there for a second. You good?

Y/n: As far as I'm aware I am.

I pour a little more Whiskey into my Tanna.

QE: Y/n, what sort of tea are you drinking . . . and why do you keep pouring alcohol into it?

I look at her dumbfounded. Has she never-she's probably never even had a spiked coffee or anything with even a mild alcohol content . . . or "poison" content, since this is Dragon Fire Whiskey.

Y/n: Tanna tea, the only sort of tea I like . . . More bitter than coffee, with an incredibly strong aftertaste . . . The Alcohol is Dragon Fire Whiskey, invented by yours truly, and brewed from the most dangerous available plant life known to the imperium, distilled in my own breweries and shipped all the way out to me, or sold. I takes 1 ton of plant matter to make a gallon of this stuff. The Tanna is just "normal" tea though. The Tanna itself is more similar to Northern Parliament Chifir than your Earl Grey. I call my little Tanna-DFW concoction here Trench-Digger.

QE: May I try it? Just a small sip.

I look at her skeptically. She's probably never had alcohol in her LIFE.

I look to Warspite who nods, and then Hood who looks cautious but mostly indifferent, as she returns to conversing with Avery.

Y/n: I don't see why not? Just don't tell mom, she doesn't even approve of me drinking the very little amount I actually do. I mean I have ONE bottle a month, and even then, Imperial metabolism is so high that even if I were to drink twenty gallons in one sitting it wouldn't do much other than make me sleepy. Here.