Prompt: "DO. NOT. BURN. THE. MONEY." for BixLu.

Monopoly King

Lucy stared down at the Monopoly board covered in the tiny red and green houses. Sitting opposite her, Bickslow was smugly counting his mountain of money before tucking it under the edge of the board to keep it organised. On either side of the board, their two daughters were neatly arranging their properties by colour. Looking down at her own assets, Lucy frowned. She owned next to nothing. Her money pile was just as depressing.

Lucy hated playing Monopoly for one reason only: Bickslow always won. Lucy wasn't even sure how he seemed to always do it. Every time she'd ask how he always managed to bankrupt her and on the verge of flipping the board over, he'd only grin and say, 'It's all about using your money wisely.'

But, the girls liked to play, and no matter how many times Lucy had tried to get herself out of playing Monopoly with them, they'd always manage to drag her out to sit in front of the game board and suffer. Most of the time, it was just because they went and told their dad that she was being stubborn, which would just lead to Bickslow walking in to whatever room she was in, and quite literally carrying her out to their living room to play the stupid game.

And that day was no different.

Still, there was only so many times Lucy could be utterly destroyed by her family. She just could not lose anymore. She couldn't.

"Alright. That's it. No more Monopoly." Quickly, Lucy began to gather up all of the rainbow currency. She was so quick that even Bickslow had a hard time pulling the wads of paper cash back from her hands.

"What? Where are you going with that?" Bickslow demanded. "Come back with my money!"

The girls groaned as Lucy took the rest of the money that was sitting in the box. "Muuuum, come on!"

Bickslow clambered up to follow Lucy into the kitchen. "Lucy, seriously, what the hell are you doing?"

She was too busy searching for a lighter or a box of matches to actually give him an answer. Once she came across a small box of matches in a drawer though, she grinned almost maniacally as she quickly turned towards her husband and said, "Putting an end to your rule."

Bickslow watched in horror as Lucy gathered up the game money and dumped it all into the kitchen sink. "No… You're not going to…" She lit the match, and Bickslow rushed forward to grab her wrist before she could drop the match into the sink. "Don't burn it! What the fuck?!"

"No, it needs to be done!"

"It's… It's illegal to burn money, you know!"

Lucy just made a face at her husband for a moment. "It's not even real money, you moron," she pointed out.

Bickslow knew that. Still, as the supreme banker, it was his job to protect the game currency. And really, he still didn't quite know why Lucy was seemingly want to burn the money anyway. "W-Well, still! You can't burn it!"

"Why not?" The flame was getting dangerously close to her fingertips, and it was beginning to get a little hot.

"Because… Because I'm the banker and I say you can't burn it! It's in the rule book!" he argued.

"No it's not."

"DO. NOT. BURN. THE. MONEY."

Lucy gave a small shrug and let the match fall from her fingertips, straight into the metal sink. "Oops," she said sweetly.

It didn't take long for the rainbow currency to go up in flames. Bickslow pushed his wife out of the way to watch it burn. "Nooo!" he cried. "Why would you do such a thing?!"

"Because I'm sick of you sitting there all high and mighty with your mountains of cash all the time," Lucy admitted bitterly, opening up the windows in the kitchen and turning on the exhaust fan to try and clear some of the smoke.

Bickslow turned over his shoulder with an eyebrow raised. "Seriously?" he said. "So you just burnt a whole lot of paper because you're a sore loser? You do know it's just a game, right?"

Lucy scowled at him. "You're the one that was just crying over it."

"I was still in game mode." Bickslow shrugged. It was really just paper. It wasn't like he actually cared. Still… Had Lucy just told him she didn't like to play because she always lost, then he probably wouldn't have made a point of getting her to play every time. But, she'd decided to go and be petty, and it was time to remind her just how annoying he could be. "Anyway," he sighed, pushing off from the counter and letting flames die out in the sink. "You do realise I can just buy more money online, so really, this doesn't achieve anything."

Lucy's mouth quickly open and shut as she watched her husband walk back into their living room and no doubt explain the smoke to their daughters. Admittedly, Lucy hadn't considered the fact that Bickslow would be able to go and buy replacement currency.