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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Four

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Four: Safety Drills and Clairvoyants

Summary: (Y/N) and Saiki perform a safety drill, and Saiki has to make sure his friends don't get tricked by a fake psychic.

“Listen up, everyone! There’ll be an evacuation drill today!” announced Hairo.

“Evacuation drill, huh?”

“Ha! I’ll be fine. I don’t need to rehearse,” said Nendou.

“Yes, he does,” whispered (Y/N), leaning over to Saiki. “Yesterday, he walked into the first-year hall and thought it was ours.” They grinned cheekily.

Saiki sighed. “Of course, he did.”

“Nendou, you shouldn’t take the drill so lightly,” warned Hairo. “Take a fire, for example! You’re surrounded by hot flames. The smoke makes it hard to see. You have trouble breathing! Now, what’re you gonna do in such a hot and hostile environment?! Can you make a level-headed decision in that situation when you didn’t even bother to participate in the drill?! Preparedness always pays off!”

“You’re as hot and suffocating as a fire,” said Saiki.

“Fires are great for making s’mores on a summer night,” said (Y/N), thinking aloud.

They wouldn’t survive a fire, either, would they? The psychic sighed. For all (Y/N)’s good sense, they lacked it at some critical moments. Yare yare. They’re all so troublesome.

“Anyway, when the fire alarm goes off, follow the instructions and evacuate to the schoolyard,” said Hairo. He was acting much calmer than he had been a few seconds ago. “This is a mnemonic created by using the initials for the important considerations during an evacuation. ‘SOS.’ ”

If I remember correctly, it stands for “Slow, Orderly, and Silent.”

(Y/N) brightened. “I was right earlier! ‘S’mores On Summer nights.’ ”

Saiki deadpanned even more than usual. That’s not even close.

“Oh, I get it!” piped up Nendou. “ ‘Save Our Selves!’ ”

“That can’t be right!” protested (Y/N).

Do they remember what it actually means?

“We should Save Others before Snacks!”

Well, at least they have good intentions…

“Well, I suppose, but…” said Hairo.

“Then, it must be ‘Someone! Over here! Save me!’ ” said Nendou.

“Do it yourself,” said Saiki.

Kaidou laughed derisively (acting dramatic as usual). “You’re stupid as ever.”

“What?! Do you know what it means?” questioned Nendou.

“Hmph, of course, I do,” declared Kaidou confidently.

“What? Is it ‘Save Others with Superpowers?’ ” laughed (Y/N), obviously joking.

Nendou laughed. “Good one, pinky.”

“No! It’s ‘Scorching Oblivion Smackdown!’ ” said Kaidou.

Everyone was silent.

“I was just kidding,” said Kaidou, backpedaling quickly. “It stands for ‘Slow, Orderly, and Silent.’ ”

“Yes, that’s right,” said Hairo. “So everyone, please remember SOS when you are participating in the drill.”

The PA system turned on. “A fire broke out in the science room on the first floor. Please evacuate.” The fire alarm began to ring.

“The sound of fire alarms makes me panic,” said Teruhashi.

“This is important. We should pay attention,” said Saiki.

“Fire, you need to Stay calm. Open your bag and take out your safety hood, then Stand in line in order of your student number,” explained Hairo.

(Y/N) walked over and picked their hood up. Since the buttons were directly under their chin, they fumbled with them. Sighing, Saiki walked over and buttoned it correctly. (Well, really he held his hands up and the buttons did themselves, but it was still Saiki making them do so. It counted).

“Thanks, Saiki!” chirped (Y/N). Their heart fluttered at his help, and they smiled widely.

“Yare yare. It’s just for helping at the sports festival,” said Saiki, looking away. He didn’t like being in debt to anyone, so helping with buttons would even out the food thing. That was all.

“Oh, no,” said Teruhashi, frowning down at her hood. “I can’t figure out my buttons.” Saiki will see me in trouble and help! Then I’ll thank him, and he’ll say “Oh, wow!”

Not happening.

A swarm of boys jumped to Teruhashi’s side. “We’ll help you, Teruhashi!”

“We shouldn’t wait around here! The fire could spread,” warned Hairo.

“If you spend too much time helping me, you guys will…” Teruhashi gasped dramatically and softened her eyes thankfully.

“She’s right! What is your guys’ plan?” asked Hairo.

“Sacrifice Ourselves to Save her,” declared the boys.

“I-I see,” said Hairo.

Saying nary a word they’d Offer me their help. They’re my love Slaves. Teehee, thought Teruhashi.

Class 3 lined up by the door and began exiting.

“Okay! Let’s start evacuating,” ordered Hairo.

“Oh, shoot, I left my phone in class,” said Tadashi. He began to turn around, but Hairo interceded.

“Stop, Tadashi! You’re Out of line, Stay in place,” commanded the class rep.

“He’s trying too hard.”

“Mhm,” hummed (Y/N), chewing on a snack.

Saiki almost deadpanned more than usual. They had marshmallows with them. No wonder they kept thinking about s’mores. “I feel like I’m hearing SOS in almost everything now.”

“That’s a Strange Occurrence, Saiki,” said (Y/N).

“See? What did I tell you?”

(Y/N) blinked before smiling. “Whoa, you’re So Observant, Saiki.”

“Stop it, guys. Obviously a fire drill doesn’t have time for Stupid quarrels,” said Kaidou to Hairo and Tadashi.

“Right! Great call, Kaidou!” said Hairo. “Let’s continue down the stairs! We’re almost there!” He stopped at the first floor. “What?!” The way was blocked. “Stop! The path leading Outside has been Shuttered?!”

“Seriously? Come On. We’d be Screwed if this wasn’t a drill,” muttered the discontent students.

“I wonder if the shutter was closed by mistake,” said Teruhashi.

“I think it’s because this goes by the science room,” pointed out (Y/N), still munching marshmallows.

Saiki nodded. How do they manage to be so observant and clueless at the same time?

“Stay calm. Obviously, there’s gotta be a Solution,” said Hairo. “A solution?” He became serious and introspective. “I see…I now understand the point of this shutter!”

“I think he finally figured it out, too,” said Saiki.

“We’re being tested! This is an obstacle!” declared the redhead. “During a fire, Sometimes Obstacles Stance in our way! In other words, to move forward, we must break through this shutter!”

“Isn’t it made to be tough to break?” asked (Y/N), tilting their head.

Excepting Saiki, the boys weren’t listening. “Alright then! Let’s break that shuttle!” The grabbed a fire extinguisher and a desk to throw at the barrier.

“In a real fire, they’d be the first to go,” said Saiki. He glanced over at (Y/N) and their marshmallows. “You might be next.”

They were blissfully unaware of his comment and just held out a sweet treat to him. “Want one?”

“…Yes.” Coffee jelly may be his favorite snack, but he liked other sweets, too. Alright, so maybe I’d save you since you bring me dessert.

Finally, Hairo, Nendou, and Kaidou managed to open a corner of the shutter and let the students pass through. Mr. Matsuzaki was waiting on the other side.

“So…You wrenched open the shutter and escaped through the front entrance,” observed the gym teacher. “I see…Who would break a shutter?! We just installed it! Are you Simpletons Out of your minds? Do you know what it costs to repair a Shutter?!”

“We’re sorry!” apologized the boys.

Geez…This is why I told them…Ah, I guess I didn’t tell them directly. Well, this school doesn’t need an evacuation drill to start with, though. Because…So long as I’m around, Ordeals such as fire Simply will not happen.

Yare yare. Now I’m doing it.

Throughout the town, the news of the House of Fortune Telling was spreading like wildfire. Apparently, a skilled clairvoyant worked there. People were loving what she said. Whether or not she was correct in her predictions was still unknown, but people kept on going to her, especially curious teenagers.

“Hmph. How stupid. Fortune-telling is just an illusion created by a bunch of people who pretend to be prophets,” said Kaidou.

“Wow, it’s pretty rare that you and I agree on something,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) nodded. “I find it hard to believe someone who can actually see the future isn’t being sought out by governments.” They grinned. “But I’m going this afternoon, anyways. I’m curious about what she’ll say, even if it is totally made up. It’ll be fun.”

“Well, forget that,” said Kaidou, “I have something more important to discuss with you two. Come with me after school today. Have you noticed? I sense a strange aura being given off in this town. I think Dark Reunion is behind it.”

“Whatever floats your boat,” said (Y/N), “And I already have plans.”

“That’s just an illusion you created,” said Saiki to Kaidou.

Saddened, Kaidou walked away. Nendou popped up beside Saiki and (Y/N).

“Pal, pinky! Have you heard? There’s a fortune-telling shop nearby,” said Nendou.

“It’s ‘House of Fortune Telling.’ I’m tired of hearing about it already.”

“Yeah, I know!” chirped (Y/N). “I’m going to check it out later today, ya know, for curiosity’s sake!”

Looks like I’ll be making sure my friends bothers don’t make bad decisions today.

If Saiki was being at all observant of his own actions, he’d notice that as soon as (Y/N) was involved, he was way more willing to wade into irritating situations to keep track of his friends. Acquaintances. (Friends).

Saiki, invisible to all, sighed and followed (Y/N) inside the House of Fortune Telling. Kaidou was with them because they had spotted him “in disguise” in line. The inside was made to look like a stereotypical psychic’s shop with a crystal ball, shimmery drapes, lows lights, the whole nine yards.

“Welcome to the House of Fortune. Please have a seat,” said the fortune teller.

“O-Okay,” said Kaidou.

“Alright,” said (Y/N).

They both sat down.

“I’m Mikiko Clairvoyance. Nice to meet you,” said the lady.

(Y/N) tilted their head in confusion at her name. That feels way too on the nose. Like a stage name.

“On what matter would you like advice today?” asked Mikiko.

“Umm,” said Kaidou.

I see. They seem half in doubt, too.

“Oh, my…I sense a very unusual aura from you, young man!” said Mikiko.

“What?!” gasped Kaidou.

“You’re no ordinary person, are you,” asked Mikiko slyly. “Do you have special gifts?”

(Y/N) watched the proceedings in amusement.

“And you!” Mikiko turned to the teenager.

“Me?” (Y/N) pointed to themself.

“Yes! You’re quite important to someone with gifts, aren’t you?!” questioned the clairvoyant dramatically.

(Y/N) shrugged and laughed. “Sorry, ma’am, you got the wrong person.” They brushed her off without a second thought. There weren’t many people they wanted to be important to, and having gifts didn’t go into it. Plus, the list wasn’t that long. Their friends, family, Saiki.

But Saiki’s a friend, so there we go, thought (Y/N) decidedly, brushing the way their mind separated him from everyone else away.

Wait…important to someone with gifts?! thought Kaidou. Does that mean…me?! A sudden blush overtook his cheeks as he looked at (Y/N).

Oh, wow. Saiki frowned slightly. He was more annoyed than usual as he saw Kaidou, even though he was just confused, get all flustered because of (Y/N). It just felt so…troublesome

“Ah…well, perhaps you’re just not aware of it!” covered Mikiko expertly. Not a good target. I should focus on the boy. She turned quickly to Kaidou. “You’re troubled by something! Am I wrong?!”

“How did you know that?!” gasped Kaidou.

People without troubles wouldn’t come to a place like this.

“Let me tell you what it is…” Mikiko carefully gaged what her predictions should be by watching Kaidou’s reactions. “A problem with romance…is not what it is, so an issue with your future and schoolwork…isn’t what’s troubling you, either. So it’s something to do with your friends and relationships!” She nailed it on the third try. “Yes! Your source of trouble is one friends and relationships!”

“H-How do you know that?!” stammered Kaidou.

You make it too easy.

“Most teenagers have that problem,” whispered (Y/N) to Kaidou, but he paid them no mind.

“Yeah, you’re right. That is the source of my troubles,” said the blue-haired boy. “I’m an assassin known as the Jet-Black Wings who came from a parallel world.”

(Y/N) sweat-dropped.

What is he talking about? thought Mikiko.

I ask myself that question every day.

“But after I learned the truth about the organization…” rambled Kaidou.

Mikiko nodded. “I understand.”

“I’m used to fighting.” Kaidou clenched his fist. “But sometimes I think about my life…I live in solitude…I don’t have anything I can call frie—I mean, comrade.”

“Aww, I’ll be your friend!” chirped (Y/N), leaning affectionately towards him.

“A-Ah!” Kaidou squeaked and blushed.

Saiki’s eyebrow twitched. (Y/N) was too nice for their own good, and Saiki didn’t need Kaidou having any misguided feelings for them. That would be complicated. That was the trouble. Obviously.

In an attempt to keep his attention, Mikiko said, “But he needs someone to completely understand him! You need a new approach. You should try to understand others.”

Oh, so she says some decent things, too. Maybe I misjudged her.

“Also, this will help.” She opened a box which held necklace. “You’ll be fine if you wear this necklace.

“What’s that?” asked (Y/N).

“If you wear this, you’ll be able to make friends with one hundred people and with Kento Yamazaki!” explained Mikiko. “If you buy now, I’m willing to offer you the low price of thirty-thousand yen.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and their jaw dropped open.

“Thirty-thousand yen?!” cried Kaidou. “I-I’ll buy it! But I want to know one thing first. Will this make me friends with Saiki?!”

A soft smile spread across (Y/N)’s face. “Aww, Kaidou…”

“If you wear it, that Saiki guy will follow you around saying, ‘Hey, pal,’ ” said Mikiko.

(Y/N) blanked. “Huh?” There was no way that was happening. Plus, that was Nendou’s line.

“I-I’ll buy it!” declared Kaidou. He paid without hesitation.

“Well, well, good luck, now I must see other customers!” Mikiko rushed them out the door to the street. “Next person! Please come in.”

Kaidou regarded the necklace happily as he walked down the street with (Y/N).

“If nothing else, it’s…pretty,” said (Y/N). They weren’t sure it would work.

“Kaidou!”

Both teens turned around. Kaidou was excited to have his first friend while (Y/N) was just surprised that the necklace might actually do something. They were both let down because it was just Mikiko.

“I’m giving this back! I had no idea what you were saying was true!” she cried. She shoved Kaidou’s money back into his hands.

“What? Then what about the necklace?” asked Kaidou.

“You can have it! I bought it at a street stall for five-hundred yen!” she shouted as she ran.

“What?!” cried Kaidou, realizing the necklace wasn’t magical.

(Y/N) patted his back. “Sorry. At least you got your money back. And don’t worry, you’ve already got one friend. Me!” They beamed radiantly.

“Oh!”

The pair turned after hearing Nendou’s voice. He had just run into Saiki.

“Oh, hey, pal! Oh, and you, too, runt, pinky?” asked Nendou.

Kaidou’s eyes widened. Three of the people he was closest to were suddenly all around him. He gazed in wonder at the trinket in his hands. “So this necklace really is…”

Saiki sighed.

(Y/N) grinned. “No, no, Kaidou. Can’t you see? We’re already your friends!”

Kaidou blushed. “A-Ah! R-Right!”

Saiki was torn between being annoyed at Kaidou’s flustered state and enjoying how kind (Y/N) was. Those two annoy me, but you—he looked at (Y/N)—I can tolerate you.

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As a smol fanfic author, pouring my whole heartussy into making a chapter only for people to just 'like' without any comments or reblogs in sight makes me sad.

It's like wholeheartedly talking to a brick wall.

I love it when people 'like' my chapters but little comments and funny tags on reblogs make me even happier because I feel seen. I feel like I did something. I feel like I didn't waste my time making that chapter.

Thanks, my beloved commenters and reblogers.

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Three

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Three: Sports Festival

Summary: Saiki and (Y/N) participate in the Sports Festival, and Saiki has his receiver taken.

(Y/N) stretched as they waited for the events to begin. It was PK Academy’s Sports Festival, and Class 3 was ready and eager to compete (except for Saiki). Everyone was way too into the event for his taste, but it wasn’t like he could change that.

“Never give up, Class 3! Yeah!” shouted Hairo encouragingly.

“Yeah!” repeated his classmates.

“Quite saying ‘yeah,’ it’s annoying.”

“Sports Day, huh? Humph, how stupid,” remarked Kaidou dramatically, “My strength is for use in combat. I shouldn’t waste it on silly games.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re terrible at sports,” said Nendou.

(Y/N) laughed.

“Hey, Saiki!” called Hairo. “I expect great things from you!”

Don’t expect anything from me!

“Saiki!” (Y/N) ran up to him and gave him a large, closed-eye smile. “You’ve got this if you try!”

“Thanks,” said Saiki (not as begrudgingly as he’d like to think). They seemed earnest, and he respected that (and them in general).

“Nendou!” Hairo turned his exuberant attention to the tall boy. “You’ve got great athletic skills!”

“Sure!” Nendou gave Hairo a thumbs-up. “You’re not gonna beat me this time.”

“Nendou, he’s on our team, too,” reminded (Y/N), poking him.

“(L/N)!” Hairo looked at them. “Keep bringing your energy!”

(Y/N) gave him a peace sign and smile. “Sure thing!” They always had energy.

“Also, Kaidou…!” Hairo attended to the blue-haired boy. “Uhm, well, do what you can.”

Even Hairo’s optimism has limits.

“What do you mean by that?!” cried Kaidou.

(Y/N) patted his back comfortingly. “Give your best. I believe in you.”

That’s probably less earnest than their other statements.

“Don’t worry,” said Hairo, “All that matters is that our class wins!”

“I’d rather just have fun,” commented (Y/N) to Saiki.

Just like they said that day after the rain, they enjoy the little things. They called it “romance.” Saiki frowned as his heart beat a fraction faster as he thought of the word “romance.” That had never happened before. He wasn’t a fan.

“The competition this year looks tough,” said Hairo. “First, Class 1. An intellectual group that has many students get top grades on tests! And Class 2. An athletic group that has the most students who belong to athletic clubs!”

“Why does their class representative not have his shirt on?” mumbled (Y/N). They really didn’t need to see a random guy’s bare chest.

At least someone here notices how weird this is.

“Furthermore, Class 4,” continued Hairo, “An intellectual group led by Tanihara, who scored first-place in the midterms! The last one is Class 5. An intellectual group where an astonishing eighty percent of them wear glasses!”

“You just like saying ‘intellectual,’ don’t you?” remarked Saiki. “And why did you have to give such long exposition?”

“So we’ve got three intellectual classes, an athletic one, and…us,” said (Y/N). I don’t really know what’s special about us. Maybe we’re the “weird” class. A little mean, but it felt right.

At least someone here knows how to get to the point.

Over the loudspeaker came an announcement. “The first event is the boys’ 100-meter dash.”

Saiki sighed.

“Good luck, Saiki,” said (Y/N), smiling brightly.

Saiki nodded at them.

“Kuu! Go for it!” cheered Mrs. Saiki.

“I’m recording you on a hard drive called my heart,” called Mr. Saiki.

(Y/N) tilted their head. “Doesn’t he have a video camera?”

“Out of battery,” answered Saiki.

(Y/N) frowned. “How do you know?”

“He didn’t properly charge it last night.” Saiki easily covered for himself. Before they asked anything else, he walked over to the starting line.

“Go! Saiki! For our victory!” shouted Hairo.

Saiki sighed, and as the gun went off, he ran out. He ended up in second place, but that was too conspicuous, so he let everyone catch up and instead finished third—acceptable, but more average. His team didn’t mind and congratulated him.

“Great job,” said (Y/N) earnestly.

Saiki nodded to them in acknowledgement.

“That was incredible!” exclaimed Hairo.

“Why am I getting so much praise for ranking third?”

“Because friends congratulate each other,” said (Y/N).

“You’re not my friends.”

“Maybe one day you’ll actually convince me,” teased (Y/N). They weren’t put off by Saiki’s words. After all, the heart held the truth more than what he said.

“Not bad, pal, although I can run faster than that,” said Nendou.

“Well, right now it’s Kaidou’s turn,” said (Y/N). “Come on, Kaidou!”

Yare yare, so energetic.

Kaidou tried his hardest and ended up fifth place. He looked disappointed, so (Y/N) patted him on the back and told him he tried his best. He smiled slightly and stood up straighter.

“What was that running?!” laughed Nendou.

Kaidou slumped over again. (Y/N) leveled a steely glare at Nendou. He flinched and shut up. Saiki watched warily and reminded himself not to upset (Y/N). Evidently, they had an intense, protective side.

“We have to somehow turn things around in the next event,” muttered Hairo determinedly, completely engrossed in the events of the sports festival.

The loudspeaker turned on again. “The second event is the girl’s 100-meter dash,” announced the voice.

“Well, I’m up,” chirped (Y/N). They were competing against girls since their team needed strength in that area.

“Good luck.”

Surprised, (Y/N) blinked. Their heart thumped for a second, but they recovered and just grinned. “Thanks, Saiki!”

The gun went off, and (Y/N) ran the best they could, spurred on by the belief their friends had in them (even Saiki. Especially Saiki). They crossed the finish line second, moving the class up the ranking. Seeing the scoreboard change, (Y/N) whooped happily.

“Great job, (Y/N)!” cheered Hairo, clapping them across the back.

(Y/N) coughed as the wind was knocked out of them but laughed all the same. “Thanks, Hairo.”

“The next event is the coed three-legged race,” announced the loudspeaker.

Teruhashi was competing. Instantly, everybody swarmed around her and began to give her words of encouragement. (Y/N) sweat-dropped. It really was incredible the effect she had on people.

“Good job,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) brightened. “Thanks!” For some reason, (Y/N) couldn’t help but straighten happily knowing Saiki had cover over to stand with them instead of hovering around Teruhashi. It was normal for him, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice it.

From behind them, Teruhashi frowned for a moment before lighting up with a bright smile again. Why’s he over there with them?! Why isn’t he over here, telling me I’m going to do a great job?! I am going to win this! After all, I’m the perfect pretty girl, including in sports!

I might want to blend in, but I still have my pride. I’m not going to fawn over someone… He subconsciously glanced at (Y/N) before forcing himself to focus on Teruhashi and her partner in the race.

“Let’s do our best, Sawakita,” cooed Teruhashi.

“O-Okay,” stuttered Sawakita, blushing nervously.

“Let’s win no matter what!” Teruhashi took Sawakita’s hands into her own gently. I may not look it, but I hate to lose. Which is why I have to get first, to beat (L/N) and to have Saiki congratulate me!

Yare yare. I don’t want to deal with this.

“Hey, if we win, let’s celebrate alone, okay?” asked Teruhashi coyly.

That’s one way to give him a reason to win.

Sure enough, as soon as the pistol signaled the start of the race, Sawakita picked Teruhashi up and sprinted to the finish line. No one had a problem with it, and they won first place with no issue. As usual, the world smiled upon Teruhashi and let everything work out for her.

“Aren’t they supposed to run on three legs?” asked (Y/N).

Saiki nodded. It’s Teruhashi, though, so no one will get in trouble.

“All right! Let’s keep it up and make a comeback!” said Hairo.

“Ha! The scavenger hunt race is next!” laughed Nendou. “Who’s gonna do that?!”

“You will,” said Saiki.

“Good luck,” said (Y/N), deciding to ignore Nendou forgetting.

“Oh, yeah. It was me,” realized Nendou as he walked over to the group of participants.

“Go for it, Nendou!” cheered the redhead.

“All right!” yelled Nendou as he picked up his list of items. “Oh, this is so easy.”

“Looks like he knows where to get it,” commented Hairo, relieved.

Nendou ran up to the class. “Hey, let me borrow that.”

“You mean this?” Hairo held up his tennis racket.

“No, that’s not it.” Nendou reached out and grabbed one of Saiki’s receivers.

Saiki blanked and collapsed in exhaustion.

“Saiki!” cried (Y/N) in concern, dropping to their knees next to him. They hadn’t anticipated such a reaction, but their worry covered up the strange moment.

“What’s going on?!” questioned Hairo. “What happened?!”

“I-I don’t know,” stammered (Y/N), “He just collapsed!” They gazed at him worriedly since he had an odd look on his face. He clearly wasn’t alright. “Nendou! Give me that bobble back,” they ordered. If taking it out hurt him, maybe it needed to be put back in.

“Huh? Why?” asked Nendou.

(Y/N) just snatched it from him and put it back in Saiki’s hair. It also went into his head, but they didn’t realize. They held their breath and waited.

A moment later, Saiki’s eyes opened. He found himself staring up at (Y/N). Surprised and suddenly realizing he was close to their face, he sat up wildly and backed up.

“Hey, hey, you’re safe,” assured (Y/N), putting a steadying hand on his shoulder for a moment. They removed it immediately after, not wanting to cross any boundaries. “I put that bobble back since you collapsed after Nendou took it,” they explained.

Saiki breathed a slight sigh of relief. Obviously, his reaction to seeing them had been about the receiver. He thought he’d done something without his powers being dampened. Luckily, he hadn’t.

“Are you okay?” asked (Y/N), their voice filled with concern.

They didn’t care about the announcement of Nendou being last place in the scavenger hunt; they were just worried for Saiki. However, he stood up steadily, so (Y/N)’s apprehension abated.

“I’m alright,” said Saiki. He was…glad they were concerned—somehow, them being worried about him felt nice instead of irritating.

(Y/N) let out a breath of relief. “I’m glad.” They smiled. “You had me worried there.” They stood up and brushed the dirt off their knees. “Let’s get some lunch, you need to refuel after passing out.” When there was no response, they straightened. No Saiki. They frowned. “Saiki?” He’s wandered off. It’s not safe to do that after just collapsing. I better go find him.

At the back of the school building, Saiki slid down the wall with his bento box. His hands trembled as he held the chopsticks. His strength was still uncontrollable, so he was avoiding other people because people might find out about his abilities and because he might hurt a friend. When Saiki heard footsteps, he was immediately on edge. It only got worse when (Y/N) walked around the corner. They were probably the person he least wanted to hurt other than his family.

“Saiki,” they said, crouching down next to him. “You need to stop scaring me,” they joked. Their smile fell as they saw his shaking hands. Their gaze softened in concern. “Hey, you’re still pretty weak…Do you need help?”

“I’m trying to eat. What is there to help with?”

“At the rate you’re going, you’re either going to snap the chopsticks or drop your food,” teased (Y/N). Their expression turned serious. “But really, I can help. I know it’s kinda weird, but you need to eat, and I’m not going to just leave you without help.” Was it strange? Yes. But (Y/N) was Saiki’s friend. They would help him in any way possible.

“Alright,” relented Saiki. He decided consciously that this was a good cover and a way for him to eat while his strength was uncontrollable, but there was also a comfortable feeling that surrounded him when (Y/N) was there to help. He couldn’t help but say yes.

(Y/N) smiled and gently took the chopsticks into their hand. Bit by bit, they fed him his food. No words were exchanged; a calm silence enveloped them.

The peace was unfortunately broken when Nendou rounded the corner.

“Oh, hey, pal, pinky, we were looking for you. You guys missed the magician,” said Nendou. He noticed how (Y/N) was feeding Saiki. “Oooh, are you guys on a date?”

(Y/N)’s faced warmed, and they laughed nervously. “No, I was just helping him out since he still isn’t feeling well.”

Saiki nodded. Good thing (Y/N) thinks quickly. Otherwise, Nendou would tell the whole school we were dating.

Ba-bum.

Yare yare, there’s that feeling again.

“Oh, pal, are you still sick? Maybe you should head home,” said Nendou.

I never thought he’d ever have such a good idea. Saiki nodded.

The three of them went back in front of the building. Saiki’s friends annoyances were waiting there and bombarded him.

“What happened?”

“Where’d you go?”

“Are you alright?”

“Are you heading home?”

“Are you sure you can go home alone?”

“Don’t push yourself.”

“Don’t worry about us, we’ll cover for you.”

Yare yare. These guys…It’s very hard to go home now. Saiki was tempted to smile, but his “annoyance” was too grand.

“You’re going to stick around, aren’t you?” remarked (Y/N).

Saiki looked at them. How do they manage to read me?

(Y/N) continued jokingly, “We’ve melted your icy heart! You cannot help but stay!” They laughed at themself.

The corners of Saiki’s mouth twitched upwards for a moment, and he immediately decided not to entertain their conversation for fear of more reactions.

“Alright, Class 3!” declared Hairo. “We’re having team competitions in the afternoon! The next event is the tug of war!”

“I think he’s super excited because he wasn’t in any of the individual events,” commented (Y/N) to Saiki. “Have fun,” they teased.

Yare yare.

Saiki pulled on the rope with the rest of the boys in his class. However, he wasn’t giving much effort since his strength was far beyond the others’. Saiki even accidentally broke the rope. Due to the situation from earlier, he still couldn’t control his abilities and ended up winning the match for Class 3, though no one noticed it was him.

“Great job, you guys!” congratulated (Y/N). They turned to Saiki. “You must be strong, Saiki! You were barely breaking a sweat!”

Yare yare. They somehow cover for all my abilities while also noticing them more than anyone else. So strange.

“Behold the power of Class 3!” declared Hairo.

“To think that a match against humans got me this fired up,” murmured Kaidou dramatically.

“Did you guys have lunch?” asked Nendou.

“The rope is torn at the spot I was holding,” exclaimed Takahashi, “Could I have done this?”

The four boys then posed with determined faces and crossed arms while the other classes looked on in wonder. However, Class 3 was still in third place overall. Two events remained.

“Class 3 isn’t doing so hot, huh?!” questioned Toristuka challengingly, “Looks like Class 2 might win, huh?!”

“So? I couldn’t care less,” said Saiki.

(Y/N) nodded. “Having fun with friends is more important.”

Toristuka hurriedly continued his condescension. “Ah! See? We’re number one right now! Bam!” He smiled. “Well, I was last in the three-legged race, though.”

Recalling how creepy he’d been, (Y/N) shivered.

“I can’t believe you look so proud of it,” said Saiki.

“Please don’t hold a grudge against me if my class wins,” said Toritsuka, still acting superior.

“Seriously, I couldn’t care less about who wins, or about you for that matter,” said Saiki while (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

“Sorry, but it’s Class 3 that’s going to win!” declared Hairo. “If we lose, I’ll get a buzzcut!”

“We’re way behind them, are you sure we should be making bets?” questioned (Y/N), tilting their head blankly. They were all for some fun, but they weren’t sure this was their class’s best idea ever.

“Are you serious?” asked Toritsuka, looking at Hairo.

“That just shows you how determined I am!” said Hairo.

“Hey, hey, if Hairo’s going to do it…We’ll get a buzzcut, too!” promised the other boys of Class 3.

“Wait, wait,” said Saiki. He didn’t want to get roped in.

“Count me in, too,” said Kaidou confidently, “Of course, there’s no chance of me losing.”

“Kaidou, confidence is good, but sometimes realism is important,” remarked (Y/N).

“Where is he getting that confidence from?” asked Saiki.

“I’ll get a buzzcut, too,” proclaimed Nendou.

“In your case, it won’t be a penalty,” observed Saiki.

(Y/N) nodded. “A proper cut that’s even all the way around may actually look better.”

“That’s right! Our hearts are one!” declared Hairo. “If we lose, every guy in Class 3 will get a buzzcut!”

“I’m glad it’s just the boys doing this,” commented (Y/N). They beamed. “I don’t have anything to worry about.”

Saiki gave them a deadpan glare.

“Aw, come on, you know I’ll still try to help you,” said (Y/N), waving a hand. They frowned. “All the same, I don’t think there are a lot of events left.”

I’ll be making sure I don’t have to get a buzzcut with my powers, anyways.

The loudspeaker turned on and announced, “The next even is the interclass beanbag toss.”

Sure enough, as his classmates ran around and threw beanbags towards their basket, Saiki ensured that a good amount landed inside. Psychic powers came in handy occasionally.

Hey, don’t say this is foul play. Nothing in the rulebook forbids supernatural powers.

Once the time ran out, the beanbags were counted up, and the announcement was made. “Class 1: thirty-three beanbags, Class 2: twenty-eight beanbags, Class 3: eighty-three beanbags,” reported the PA system.

“Hey, we did pretty well!” chirped (Y/N). They smiled brightly, and flowers seemed to dance around them.

“We got more than double the others!” shouted Class 3.

“Er…” the announced paused awkwardly, “Class 4: one hundred beanbags.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened comically. “How did they manage that?!”

Especially without psychic powers…

“We used our heads. Look,” said Class 4’s representative pompously.

His class had piled all the beanbags into one giant plastic bag and put that into their basket.

(Y/N) sweat-dropped. “I feel like there should be a rule about that.”

I might have powers, but this definitely feels like foul play.

“Don’t call this foul play,” said Tanihara, “The rulebook doesn’t say that the use of a big bag is forbidden.”

“They should’ve written a rule for that.”

(Y/N) nodded fervently. “It’s out-of-the-box thinking, but it just feels unsportsmanlike.”

“But there’s still the last event, the interclass relay!” declared an optimistic, determined Hairo. “The class in first place will get five hundred points. It means that if we’re in first place and Class 4 is in last, we can win! Saiki! I want you to be another leg!”

“It seems refusing would just make things difficult,” the psychic observed.

“I’ll try to get the baton to you quickly,” said (Y/N) brightly, trying to help as best they could.

The classes organized themselves. When the pistol signaled the start, Kaidou began running as fast as he could (not very fast) while his classmates cheered him on. When he passed the baton to Tadashi, they were unfortunately in last place. This was repeated when Tadashi passed the baton to Nendou. Luckily, even though he ran very strangely, he was fast and got to first place. Teruhashi was next and could run quickly as well (another perk of being the perfect pretty girl). She passed the baton to Yumehara who managed to maintain a fast pace. Hairo was next to receive the baton. He handed it to (Y/N) while still in the lead. (Y/N) prepared to run quickly but tripped suddenly. They were in last place as they got back up and started sprinting.

Saiki readied himself for the baton. I’m going to cross the finish line in the same place I started. In other words, we will finish in last place.

Tripping someone isn’t foul play, either…As long as no one notices, that is… thought Tanihara.

Now that changes everything. Can’t let him get away with cheating and sabotaging (Y/N) my class.

“Saiki! Hurry!” called (Y/N) as they held out the baton.

It flew from their hand to Saiki’s, causing them to blink.

“I will,” said Saiki. It’s payback time for (Y/N).

Class 3, indeed, all of the students, gazed in amazement as Saiki sped to the front of the group. He was almost at the finish line.

“Yeah! Great job, Saiki!” cheered (Y/N).

Saiki collapsed. (Y/N) sweat-dropped. His class gaped.

Oh, that’s right. I can’t control my body well right now.

(Y/N) walked over and knelt by him. Smiling kindly, they said, “It’s alright. You did your best.”

Yare yare. I was trying to avoid a buzzcut.

“Good morning, guys!” greeted Hairo. “Where are your buzzcuts?”

He was sporting one himself. Behind him stood Nendou, Kaidou, and Saiki. Nendou sported the same cut, but he somehow ended up with more hair than he began with. Kaidou was completely bald, and Saiki had a buzzcut.

(Y/N) bit their lip to stop from laughing. “You boys only had to do that if we lost to Class 2, remember? We beat them.”

Yare yare. Saiki had a feeling that (Y/N) wasn’t going to let this one go for a while.

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x reader should be (and, generally speaking, often is) the most accepting fanfiction space because its consistently, and almost exclusively an expression or fantasy of being desired or wanted or wanting—or in an even more basic sense, considered. even if you dont explicitly self-insert, even if there’s a an oc thats just you but better or a faceless insert u make - it starts with the same premise. which is wanting to be seen or desired by some extension of who you are. or wanting to fantasize explicitly about a life that isn’t yours, any life but yours. its admitting more openly than other mediums—i want someone to want some part of me. to take interest in me sexually or romantically or platonically. i want this element of myself to be considered or thought of. sometimes that is accomplished through writing, and sometimes that is accomplished through reading and seeking to bits of yourself in other peoples. the other half is having space to want and yearn for something else. how liberating it is to admit that you’d like to be somewhere else.

and it is hardly a flawless medium and im really, really simplifying it but i do think that there is something uniquely enjoyable and freeing about it. i want agency in the stories i love. i want my presence to haunt this fiction like a ghost. i want to be loved, i want to be interesting. i want to experience hundreds of lives that aren’t mine. i want i want i want. this a story of you. this is a story of me.

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Will there be a helluvaboss x reader soon? Or do you plan to make it :)

I do not plan on making a halluvaboss x reader. There are a variety of reasons, from inspiration to difficulty to write to plotline, but I simply will not be making one. I do enjoy the series, though.

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I'm so glad people understand how long 1000 words is. Like, I can only write so much, people. And fanfic writers are also either in school or have another job so this is like...a side project. It's a love, and it's a hobby, but I can only do so much, and I'm happy to just do what I can.

Fanfic tiktok is wild... I see so many people saying shit like "I could never read anything below 60k!!", or "What story can you even tell in under 5k words?" or "A oneshot below 10k isn't even a story!" or "I always filter completed fics by 100k< only!"

And I'm like...

A) which fandoms are you reading fics for where you have this kind of offerings on the regular?

B) have you heard of short stories? If you truly think every story NEEDS to be longform to connect with people, I sincerely feel sorry for you.

C) Average novel length is between 50k to 100k. I'm sorry, but CONSISTENTLY demanding fic writers to push out fics of that length is insane. Just think about it: YOU DEMAND AUTHORS TO PUT OUT FICS THAT COMPARE TO COMMERCIAL NOVELS IN LENGTH (AND QUALITY) AS A BASELINE.

Yall are wilding.

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter Two

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter Two: Ghosts and Guardians

Summary: Saiki and (Y/N) meet a new transfer student.

It was another day at school. (Y/N) and Saiki were sitting next to each other, watching as boys crowded around Teruhashi as usual. Apparently, she had met a boy on August sixth and developed a crush on him. Poor Saiki looked annoyed (more than usual, at least), and (Y/N) was amused since apparently his chance encounter with Teruhashi had garnered a lot of attention.

That being said, (Y/N)’s stomach clenched strangely at the knowledge that the “perfect pretty girl” liked Saiki. They chose to classify that under “weird” because “my best friend who hates people dating would be weird.” At least Saiki seemed irritated at the attention.

Other than Teruhashi’s crush, everything was normal at PK Academy (which wasn’t saying much. Nothing could be considered anywhere near normal there). At least, almost completely normal (by their standards).

“Hey, Saiki, (Y/N), don’t you think Nendou is acting strange today?” asked Kaidou. “Normally, he’d be bugging us to go to a ramen place or something.”

“True, he is acting a little strange.”

“He looks sad,” said (Y/N) decidedly.

“This is fishy. It does make me wonder what the deal is,” said Kaidou, “We should find out what.”

How do I always get dragged into these things?

Saiki was once again questioning his life choices. He was hiding around the corner from Nendou with Kaidou and (Y/N). They were tailing their friend who was acting odd. All-in-all, it was the usual concoction of terrible life choices leading him to be stuck with “friends.” At least (Y/N) and Saiki were acting relatively normal. Kaidou….was Kaidou. He had put on a coat, hat, and sunglasses to complete the spy look.

“His house isn’t this way,” said Kaidou, “I bet something’s up.”

“Why are you so excited about this? And why are you so used to tailing someone?” commented Saiki.

“It’s a little creepy,…but hey, we’re not gonna hurt him!” said (Y/N), smiling.

“Hm?” Kaidou noticed Nendou stop. “What’s he looking at?”

Nendou gave a young girl a strange look.

Creepy.

All of them had the same thought.

“Look, he entered a shop this time!” said (Y/N), pointing down the street.

“Don’t start getting into this, too.” The last thing Saiki needed was (Y/N) going crazy.

“I might as well have fun,” they remarked.

“A flower shop? Don’t tell me he has a girlfriend…!” exclaimed Kaidou.

“No offense to Nendou, but that’s probably not the reason,” said (Y/N), sweat-dropping.

Nendou emerged with a bouquet of sunflowers.

“No, that’s definitely not it.”

“It’s too early to judge. There are many reasons to buy sunflowers,” said Kaidou.

“He’s entering another shop!” alerted (Y/N).

“A cake shop? Well, he definitely wouldn’t eat something like that, right?!” cried Kaidou. “Sunflowers, too. He clearly intends to give them to someone. But he doesn’t have a girlfriend to give them to!”

“Let’s just ask him. This might end up being a little personal. He may prefer to tell us instead of us accidentally finding out,” said (Y/N).

Saiki glanced at them from behind his glasses. Once again, (Y/N)’s apropos statement made his question whether or not they were a regular person or secretly a psychic. Maye they were just someone with common sense.

He could directly relate to what they had just said. Saiki had a personal issue: being a psychic, and he didn’t want people to find out if he didn’t want them to (which was all the time).

Strange…how do they manage to say just the right thing?

(Y/N) ran up to Nendou. “Hey, Nendou!”

“Oh, hey, pinky! Wow! Runt and pal are here, too.”

“Yeah, we’re curious about what you’re up to,” explained (Y/N).

Only mildly curious. It wouldn’t weigh on my mind.

“Oh, that’s easy,” said Nendou.

“Visiting a grave?” Kaidou was surprised. The group was now in a graveyard looking at the Nendou Family Grave.

(Y/N) nodded in understanding. They had guessed that since Nendou definitely probably didn’t have a girlfriend, the flowers were likely for a relative. (Or that’s what they told themself. They actually didn’t really manage to guess anything).

“Yeah, my dad’s,” explained Nendou, “Today is the anniversary of his death.”

Kaidou made the connection. “Then the sunflowers and cake are…”

“They’re offerings, of course.” Nendou smiled. “It’s common sense to bring flowers and snacks when visiting a grave.”

“Of course,” agreed (Y/N). It was sweet. For all Nendou’s…stupidity, he had a good heart.

“When did your dad die?” asked Kaidou.

“Kaidou! That’s a really personal question,” admonished (Y/N), frowning.

“Don’t worry, girlie. It’s okay. He died before I was born,” said Nendou, “He died trying to save a kid who ran out into the street.”

“A hero,” said (Y/N) in awe. That explains where Nendou gets his helpful, sometimes impulsive, attitude.

“B-but if he died before you were born, then he must’ve died really young,” said Kaidou.

“Yeah. I think eighteen or nineteen. Do you wanna see his picture? I have it in my wallet.” Nendou looked excited.

“Sure!” said (Y/N), grinning.

Nendou showed off the picture. The pair were identical. It was kind of creepy.

“What?! This is your picture, isn’t it?” cried Kaidou in disbelief.

“I know, he looks like me, right?” Nendou smiled happily. “Mom says that I look more like him every year, too.”

“It’s beyond that! You’re practically twins!” (Y/N) was surprised they were so similar.

After looking over the picture, the group stood up and turned from the grave, readying to leave. Saiki, however, was staring slightly above the grave with a strange, slightly creeped out, look on his face.

“Saiki?” called (Y/N), “Are you alright?”

That vision of Nendou’s father was probably just my imagination. Saiki turned around with his usual blank face. “I’m fine.”

“Great! Let’s go get some ramen!” said Nendou.

As they began to walk, (Y/N) grinned at Saiki. “I’ve never seen you look like that before. It was almost like you saw a ghost.”

“I don’t believe in ghosts,” said Saiki. No matter how unreal I am. Unfortunately, the world had a way of going against his desires. (He was not a favorite of any gods that existed).

(Y/N) walked through the halls, heading to the library to check out some books. They stopped, however, when they spotted Saiki and the transfer student. They instantly became curious since rumors were circulating that he was a medium. Did they believe in psychics or anything? They weren’t sure. They hadn’t really seen any proof for or against the existence of psychics, so (Y/N) kept an open mind. And there was no harm in checking it out.

“I don’t understand why you would want to hide it…” complained the purple-haired boy.

“Hide what?” asked (Y/N), nearing the two.

The transfer student jumped. “Oh-uh! S-Saiki and I are friends!”

“We’re not,” denied Saiki.

“Don’t think anything of it,” said (Y/N) to the purple-haired boy. They smiled and laughed. “Saiki never admits people are his friends.”

“He’s really not,” emphasized Saiki. He really didn’t want (Y/N) to get the wrong idea.

“Hush.” (Y/N) smiled to the transfer student. “I’m (Y/N) (L/N).”

“I’m Toritsuka Reita.” Toritsuka smiled “innocently,” but his inner thoughts were very different. Wow, they’re totally hot! “And I’m a medium who can tell you all about your Guardian Spirit!” People love this stuff!

Saiki leveled a deadly glare at Toritsuka. He sent a message directly to the pervert’s mind, making sure (Y/N) wouldn’t hear. “Stop.” He might not acknowledge (Y/N) was his friend, but he wouldn’t let Toritsuka try anything pervy with them. He didn’t like that idea. And (Y/N) didn’t deserve that.

Not that that was the issue. It was just Toritsuka being weird that Saiki wasn’t a fan of. Not (Y/N) being bothered in particular.

“I guess I am a bit curious,” admitted (Y/N), shrugging casually.

“Hmm, it seems—Oh, whoa!” Toritsuka’s eyes widened.

“What?” (Y/N) tilted their head.

Curious himself, Saiki surreptitiously tapped Toritsuka while using his psychometry. Now, he could see the ghosts the medium did. Sure enough, (Y/N)’s Guardian Spirit garnered the reaction Toritsuka had.

“They’re a sorcerer or a witch!” said Toritsuka. That's intimidating! Immediately, he took a step back. He wouldn’t try to mess with (Y/N) if that was their guardian spirit. Well, at least for a little.

That explains why (Y/N) always gets out of messes. Saiki found it interesting that (Y/N) was friends with a psychic and had a witch as a Guardian Spirit. Maybe there was a correlation. If that was so, then there was a correlation between god hating him and his own psychic powers.

“If what you say is true, then that’s pretty cool.” (Y/N) smiled at the idea of having someone looking out for them. “What’s Saiki’s guardian?”

“I don’t care about it.”

They shrugged. “Alright, if you say so.” They were pretty curious, but they wouldn’t push.

Saiki was tempted to smile for a moment but held back. He liked that they respected him enough not to pry. Most of his friends people who bothered him would push for information, but (Y/N) understood that Saiki preferred to keep to himself. They even helped out people like Toritsuka who were especially bothersome (and definitely didn’t deserve their kindness). As usual, the universe decided to mess with Saiki right as he was feeling pleased since just at that moment Teruhashi walked by. Luckily for Saiki (he didn’t get to say that often) she was only passing by.

However, it was enough for Toritsuka to fall in love (not that it was unusual for people to fall head-over-heels for Teruhashi at first sight). The blush on his face was evident to any passerby. “Wh-wh-wh-who’s that super pretty girl?!”

“That’s Teruhashi. She just passed by you for no reason whatsoever. You should thank her.” For the first time, Saiki was glad the school’s idol appeared since it meant Toritsuka would stop flirting (and thinking) so much about (Y/N), especially in such perverse ways.

That was a new thought.

Did you see all the nooks and crannies on her body, Saiki?! thought Toritsuka.

Suddenly, Saiki was glad that Toritsuka said stupid things so he could focus on that instead of whatever those thoughts were. “Don’t make it sound so perverted,” said Saiki.

“Watch out, here comes a swarm of girls,” warned (Y/N).

The crowd of girls mobbed Toritsuka with questions about their Guardian Spirit.

(Y/N) chuckled. “He seems quite content with the attention.” They weren’t an idiot; they saw how Toritsuka looked at them and girls. They were polite, but they were careful.

“Too much for my taste,” muttered Saiki.

“He’s very…honest with the boys.” (Y/N) sweat-dropped as Toritsuka bluntly told the boys that their Guardian Spirits were “old hags” and an “old geezer.”

“He’s very obvious,” said Saiki.

“At least he seems to be honest,” remarked (Y/N), “since he was impressed by Hairo’s.”

“You believe in psychics? And mediums and all that?” asked the pink-haired boy, glancing at them.

(Y/N) shrugged. “I mean sure, why not.” They smiled. “Life is more fun with the fantastical involved, ya know.”

I find it boring and annoying to have this much power. But I can understand their view. Saiki nodded.

“Hey, what’s my Guardian Spirit?” Nendou appeared out of nowhere.

“Now that’s something we can both say is interesting,” commented (Y/N).

“Yes,” agreed Saiki.

Toritsuka just ignored him.

(Y/N) sighed. “Man, I really wanted to find out. If Toritsuka tells you, let me know. I’ll buy you coffee jelly in return.”

Saiki would tell them if he found out anyways. When Toritsuka didn’t tell him later, the only reason Saiki wasn’t disappointed over losing coffee jelly was that he was too surprised to see Nendou’s father was Toritsuka’s Guardian Spirit. During the night, however, Saiki lamented the loss of coffee jelly.

I’ll just have to go to Café Mami tomorrow and maybe encounter (Y/N).

It seemed the following day, (Y/N) had the same idea. I wonder if Saiki would like some coffee jelly. What am I thinking? He’s always up for coffee jelly. (Y/N) smiled and went down to Saiki’s house. They rang the doorbell.

Saiki opened it.

“Hey, Saiki, I was wondering if you wanted to go to Café Mami with me,” said (Y/N).

“I have a problem right now.”

“It must be serious if it keeps you from coffee jelly. What is it?” asked (Y/N).

“…” Saiki didn’t want to respond since he was slightly embarrassed about his extreme fear of insects.

“Come on, I won’t tease you,” reassured (Y/N).

“There’s a roach.”

“Gross.” (Y/N) shivered at the thought before taking a deep breath and smiling bravely. “I’ll get it. You just hold open the door so I can make a run for it.”

Saiki nodded and held the door, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see the bug.

(Y/N) tiptoed into corridor and looked around. Sure enough, there was a roach on the floor. (Y/N) took out their handkerchief and crept closer to the insect. Pouncing, they grabbed it quickly and rushed to the door. “Gross, gross, gross!” They tossed it outside, and then Saiki slammed the door.

They both breathed a sigh of relief.

“How about we wait a minute for it to leave the front walk and then go to Café Mami?” murmured (Y/N), their back against the door.

“Are you an angel?” They perfectly anticipate what I’m thinking and make me feel comfortable. It was a strange thought but a true one. It seemed Saiki couldn’t avoid really being friends with (Y/N) and thinking of them as one.

(Y/N)’s cheeks turned pink. They hadn’t anticipated that or their own reaction, and they stammered out a “Huh?”

“Nothing.” Saiki avoided speaking again until they arrived at Café Mami.

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Chapter One

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Chapter One: Girl Problems and Beach Woes

Summary: Saiki tries to avoid Yumehara since she has a crush on him and gets dragged to the beach.

“How do you get a girl to stop liking you?”

“I thought Teruhashi was just confused about how you don’t react to her,” said (Y/N). They weren’t offput by the sudden conversation. Saiki wasn’t one to beat around the bush. And, hey, it was nice to have people get straight to the point.

“It’s someone else.”

“Well, aren’t you popular!” teased (Y/N).

Saiki gave them a look. “I don’t want to be.”

“Alright, I understand,” said (Y/N). “The best way to get a girl to stop liking you is to stop giving her hope, get her a different guy, or get a partner yourself. However, there are some girls who will never lose hope. In that case, it’s pointless to do anything. Only time would solve that one.”

“So if her attempts to flirt with me or get to know me don’t work, she might lose interest?”

“Yeah, unless she’s a determined one.” (Y/N) shrugged.

I already know what Yumehara is planning, but I can’t let (Y/N) know since it wouldn’t be normal. “What might a girl do?” asked Saiki.

“Hmm, she’ll probably use classic tropes like bumping into you from around a corner. She might ‘drop’ books or papers to make sure you have a reason to stick around,” explained (Y/N), “She might use a slight variation of that by dropping something of hers by you and pretending not to notice.” They smiled. “Those are some of the common ones, at least.”

“Alright,” said Saiki.

“Good luck!” said (Y/N).

The day had ended, and (Y/N) stood out in the rain. The students passed by them with umbrellas, but (Y/N) paid them no mind. The downpour was rejuvenating. It made them feel alive. They spun around, feeling the rain on their skin. Was it a little manic-pixie-dream-person? Sure. But it was also “Singing in the Rain,” which is classy and not a terrible cliché.

Yare yare. They’re going to get sick from that.

They held their arms out wide, tilting their head to the sky and closing their eyes. At that exact moment, a beam of light struck the sky. A circle of light fell down, hitting (Y/N) at just the right angle. They seemed to glow.

If someone saw them, maybe they’d say “oh, wow.” If.

The moment ended as the sky cleared, and Saiki teleported down, walking out to where (Y/N) was waiting.

“Hey, Saiki, solve your problem?” asked (Y/N), pushing their damp hair back.

“You look like that and you’re asking about me?” Saiki deadpanned more than usual.

“What’s life without a bit of romance?”

“What does dancing in the rain have to do with being in a relationship with someone?” questioned Saiki.

“Romance is also about the feeling of excitement and separation from the everyday,” said (Y/N), smiling. “I like to enjoy the little things in life. Some people like to be serious—” they grinned at him teasingly “—but I like a little fun. And anyways, you haven’t told me whether or not you solved your problem!”

Saiki looked back to where Yumehara was standing under an umbrella with a boy and blushing. He could hear her thoughts, and she was already into the new guy (although Saiki was slightly insulted about how easily she got over him). “Yeah, it all worked out in the end.”

(Y/N) followed the pink-haired boy’s gaze and saw the pair. They found it strange that the pair were under an umbrella since it was sunny outside now, but it was sweet all the same. “Aw, what a nice ending. She has happiness, and you have one less bother.”

“Finally.”

A couple days later, (Y/N) headed over to Saiki’s. They were bored, planned to go to the beach, and wanted someone to go with. Coincidentally, Nendou had the same idea and was going to Saiki’s house. Together, they knocked on the door.

Yare yare. I can’t read either of their minds, so I didn’t realize it was them before opening the door. Saiki sighed inwardly.

“Hey, pal!” said Nendou, “Let’s go to the beach!”

“It’s so sunny and beautiful! You can waste tomorrow inside,” said (Y/N), knowing exactly what Saiki was up to. They put their hands on their hips and grinned. In their pink swim-shorts and white swim shirt, they weren’t very threatening.

“A-a-are they Kuu’s friends?” asked Mrs. Saiki in complete shock.

“He’s not my friend.” Then, realizing what he forgot, Saiki added, “Neither are they.”

“Wahh! This is the first time any of Kuu’s friends have come to our house to visit.” Mrs. Saiki was nearly in tears. “I’m so happy!”

“We’re best friends,” declared (Y/N) proudly, and Saiki deadpanned.

“To think that Kuu has finally gotten a best friend!” Mrs. Saiki dabbed at her eyes.

“Hey, pal, I didn’t know you had a big sister,” said Nendou.

“He thought I was his big sister! I’m so happy!” Tears continued streaming down Saiki’s mother’s face.

“Just how many times are you going to make my mom cry?” asked Saiki.

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel kinda bad, even if they are happy tears,” admitted (Y/N).

“What? What? You’re his mom?” Nendou was surprised. “Me and pinky here are off to the beach and came to ask him to join us.”

“Why am I pinky?” wondered (Y/N).

“You wear a lot of pink,” said Saiki matter-of-factly.

“Oh, that sounds nice,” commented Mrs. Saiki happily.

“Obviously, I’m not going. I’ll spare myself the pain,” said Saiki.

His mother suddenly had a scary look on her face. “Your friends went to all the trouble to come and get you. You’re going to the beach, Kusuo.”

“Oh,” said Saiki. He wasn’t going to argue with her. He may be a psychic, but she was still his mom and quite intimidating at times.

They had arrived at the beach finally. Along the way, the group had picked up Kaidou as well, who was now being teased by Nendou since he didn’t want to get in the water (it seemed he couldn’t swim, though he denied this).

Saiki sat down on his beach towel. (Y/N) spread theirs out beside him. They lay back and closed their eyes, basking in the sun’s warmth. A nice moment of peace was just what they needed before they started swimming.

“Kaidou’s drowning.”

“Huh?!” They sat up suddenly, and sure enough, Kaidou was floundering on his back in three inches of water. (Y/N) breathed a sigh of relief. “You almost gave me a heart attack, Saiki!”

“I’ll save you!” came an energetic cry. A lifeguard dove into the water, sliding on his stomach because it was shallow. Unfortunately, his swimsuit got stuck in the sand, revealing his bare bottom. It was, of course, Hairo.

“Oh, it’s you, Hairo!” said Nendou.

“Great job, Hairo!” cheered (Y/N).

“Why are you congratulating him? Kaidou wasn’t in danger.”

“Because it’s nice,” answered (Y/N). They were there to encourage their friend.

“Oh, Nendou, (Y/N)! You, too, Saiki?” commented Hairo.

Saiki didn’t answer. He was too busy reading.

“What’re you doing here?” asked Nendou after they were out of the water.

“I volunteer as a lifeguard,” explained Hairo.

“Ahhh! I’m drowning!” screamed a swimmer.

“I’m coming!” yelled Hairo. He dove into the water and swam out to sea.

“Volunteering when it’s this hot? That’s amazing,” said Nendou. “Hey, pal, pinky, aren’t you guys gonna swim?”

“Just forget I’m here,” said Saiki, not looking up from his book.

“I might in a moment,” said (Y/N), smiling.

The tall boy looked disheartened until spying a group of girls. “Okay, then!” He put on shades. “I’ll go hit on girls.”

“Do you have any idea what you’re saying?” commented Saiki.

“He lost interest in swimming pretty quickly,” said (Y/N), amused.

“Hey, have you ever looked in a mirror?” cried Kaidou from behind Nendou, “Why don’t you try walking on walker?! You have better odds of pulling that off!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Guys’ looks aren’t important.” Nendou gave a confident thumbs-up. “It’s all about attitude.”

While Nendou walked off and was (inevitably) rejected by multiple girls, (Y/N) turned to Saiki.

“Sorry you got dragged here,” said (Y/N).

“Weren’t you the one who invited me?” questioned Saiki.

“Well, yeah…” (Y/N) rubbed the back of their head sheepishly. “But I wanted you to come by choice. I didn’t expect your mom to be so scary.” They smiled at the pink-haired boy. “So anyways, feel free to stay here and read. If you need me, I’ll be swimming.” They stood up and headed towards the water.

“Yare yare. The other idiots are just going to come bother me, so I’ll join you.” He glanced over to where Nendou was chasing after girls. “And I don’t want people to think I’m with him.” He took off his jacket and t-shirt, stole Nendou’s floatie, and began walking to the water.

“That’s fair,” admitted (Y/N), cringing at poor, clueless Nendou.

Soon enough, the pair were swimming in the ocean. No words were needed; both enjoyed the soft sounds of the waves (Saiki was plagued by people’s thoughts, however). Saiki decided to give (Y/N) a turn in the floatie so they could relax their muscles from swimming (and so he could swim down to the bottom of the ocean to try to avoid thoughts). (Y/N) was bobbing on the waves watching the shore, not paying attention to Saiki, when something caught their attention. A young girl seemed to be floundering in the waves.

“Is that girl in trouble?” they wondered, concerned and stressed now. There was no response. “Saiki?” They frowned and turned to where their friend should be, but he was gone. Worried for the girl, (Y/N) left the floatie and began to swim over. They tried to drag the device behind them, but it was cumbersome and slowed them down. They let it go and swam to the girl, who was already sinking. (Y/N) held their breath and dove under. They dragged the girl to the surface, gasping for air. Struggling to support the unconscious woman, (Y/N) started to pull her to the shore.

Luckily, Nendou, already carrying Kaidou, arrived and helped hold the girl. “All right!” said Nendou. “You doin’ good, pinky?”

“I’m fine,” panted (Y/N), relieved to have some of the weight lifted from them.

“Hey! What happened?” asked Hairo, swimming up to them energetically.

“Oh, Hairo! Great timing,” said (Y/N).

“Give us a hand!” said Nendou.

“Sure, I’ll h—Ahh! My leg’s cramped!” Hairo began to fall below the waves.

Oh, boy. (Y/N) sighed and pulled Hairo up. They and Nendou were now holding up three people between them.

“You, too?! Geez,” said Nendou.

“Sorry,” mumbled Hairo.

“It’s fine, let’s just hurry to shore,” said (Y/N).

Yare yare. They’re so high maintenance. Saiki swam up from underneath them.

“This is too much for you guys! Let go of me!” said Hairo.

“Shut up!” said Nendou, but he was starting to fall underwater.

(Y/N) wasn’t fairing much better. They had already been swimming for a while before doing this, so they were exhausted. “Crap…!” They fell below the waves with Nendou and the others. Nendou grabbed them, but they continued to sink. Suddenly, they were lifted above the waves. (Y/N) felt something was support them from below.

“A-Are you standing on water?” gasped Hairo.

No, I’m holding them up, thought Saiki. He began carrying them to shore but made it appear like Nendou was running across the waves.

“See? Didn’t I tell you that you could pick up walking on water faster than you could pick up girls?” said Kaidou.

Just as they were about to the shore, (Y/N) slipped from Nendou’s grasp and fell into the water. Nendou was close enough to walk everybody to the beach, so Saiki let go of him. He dove deeper into the water and grabbed (Y/N)’s wrist, pulling them up with him. Calmly, he carried them out of the water and put them down on the beach gently. (Y/N) coughed up water but seemed unharmed.

“Are you okay?” asked Saiki.

“I’ll feel better after some rest,” said (Y/N), smiling. “Thank you for saving me.”

Saiki sighed. It seemed to be a sound of exasperation, but it was really a sound of relief. He didn’t like his friends (acknowledged or not) being hurt. “It’s getting late. Let’s go.”

(Y/N) grinned at him. “Good idea.” They decided not to harp on Saiki helping them. They’d not tease him like that.

Saiki and (Y/N) gathered up their stuff and began walking back with Nendou and Kaidou, who had been talking to the girl who was saved.

“Knowing you, I thought you’d demand something in return for saving you,” said Kaidou to Nendou.

“Humph, I wouldn’t do something so lame,” said Nendou, “Of course, if she fell in love with me, well, I guess I’d have to live with it, right?”

(Y/N) sweat-dropped but was amused at their dramatic expressions. They doubted that in particular would happen. After all, just saving someone’s life wouldn’t make them fall in love. That being said, it was a rather nice thing to do.

And I guess it is a nice fantasy, thought (Y/N). And being saved by Saiki was fun, like a fairytale.

…Huh? That was a new thought.

“That won’t happen,” said Kaidou.

“What’d you say?!” demanded Nendou.

(Y/N) began laughing at their antics. They could put those thoughts on the backburner.

“You never got thanked by that girl, aren’t you upset that Nendou gets the recognition?” asked Saiki.

Huh, I thought he wasn’t around when that happened… thought (Y/N). They shrugged. “She was saved. That’s all that matters, right? I imagine that if you were saving people you wouldn’t care about recognition.”

Saiki blinked. Am I sure they aren’t a psychic?

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hii can i asked to be tagged in the saiki x non-binary? i love saiki and he was my first anime to watch! :3

Of course!

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A Not-So-Disastrous Romance (Book 1) Prologue

Kusuo Saiki x Reader

Prologue: Troublesome "Friends"

Summary: Saiki gives everyone the rundown on his "bothers," including (L/N) (Y/N).

Mouse Note: Welcome to A Not-So-Disastrous Romance! I am very excited to share this story with everyone, even if this fandom is very old. Truth be told, I wrote 11 chapters like three years ago, so the first few chapters don't have the level of writing I have now, but I ended up finishing this story and wanted to share it. For another point, I know that people view Saiki as asexual and sometimes aromantic, but I feel an affinity for him being asexual but demi-romantic, so I play it slow-burn. That being said, terrible beginning writing aside, I really hope everyone enjoys. Let me know what you think, commenting helps me keep writing, and I love interacting with people! Welcome to the story!

Quick Key: "Hello" -Saiki speaking telepathically Hello -Saiki thinking "Hello" -regular people talking out loud Hello -regular people thinking

Saiki teleported to the roof to avoid Teruhashi and Nendou. One was troublesome enough. Two was insupportable.

“Where’s Saiki? Huh? What’s going?” wondered Teruhashi, confused.

I teleported without thinking. Saiki looked down at the crowd below him. People around me didn’t seem to notice me, but naturally, Teruhashi thinks something is strange. Well, Teruhashi, just think I was an illusion and forget about it.

“Nendou!” remarked the pretty blue-haired girl upon seeing him.

“Oh, wow, Teruhashi!” squeaked Nendou, blushing.

“Have you seen Saiki?” asked Teruhashi.

“What? My pal? No, I haven’t.” Nendou was too startled to think.

N-no way…did he disappear? thought Teruhashi, Is it possible that I was the one seeing an illusion? She recalled what she had assumed of Saiki: “You’re so much in love with me that you see illusions of me, huh?” A light blush spread across her face. Don’t tell me I’m…No! I can’t be… She clutched her heart. Oh, no…What’re these feelings? Is it possible…that I fell in love…with Saiki?

Oh, wow, thought Saiki as he deadpanned. This is not how he wanted things to go.

He sighed and teleported to a nearby, empty alleyway. Sighing, he decided to go for a coffee jelly. With the new problem he had just acquired, Saiki decided he might as well enjoy a little bit of peace. He walked quickly in the opposite direction of Nendou and Teruhashi, even if it took him on a long route to Café Mami. For once in his life, he was lucky and didn’t bump into anyone on the way there. His luck ran out, however, as soon as he entered.

“Saiki!” called a teenager with (H/C) hair and (E/C) eyes. They were grinning and waving.

He couldn’t avoid them now; it would draw attention to him for being rude. He sighed and sat down across from them.

This is (Y/N) (L/N). They’re another troublesome person who complicates my life. They even call me their friend and insist I use their first name. The worst part is I can’t read their mind. They aren’t dumb like Nendou, though. Do you see those earrings?

(Y/N) had simple, metallic studs in their ears.

They’re made of germanium, which apparently keeps me from seeing through them with my X-ray vision or hearing their thoughts with my telepathy.

He had only realized this after he saw them during school and on the weekends and the only thing that was the same between the outfits was their earrings. Saiki wished he could get his hands on some germanium. Hearing everybody’s thoughts was tiring. That being said, (Y/N) being unreadable was…disconcerting.

“Nice to see you, Saiki. Are you here for your usual coffee jelly?” asked (Y/N) cheerfully.

The pink-haired psychic nodded. Yare yare…Why do I hang out with you?

“Oh!” They brightened. “I guess since you’re kind of like my guest right now, I should treat you!”

Saiki’s eyes widened in excitement. Ah, I remember now. (Y/N) treated him to, well, treats. That made them more tolerable than other people.

Seeing his expression, (Y/N) laughed. They knew what he was excited for. “You’re more excited to see the coffee jelly than to see your friend.” They didn’t mind, though. They knew Saiki wasn’t one for being open or friendly, but they’d spent enough time with him to know he’d just leave if he really didn’t like him.

He wanted to say that they weren’t friends, but even he had to admit, he thought they were pretty tolerable compared to most of the people who crowded around him. Sure, their bright optimism was sometimes exhausting to Saiki, but for the most part, they were pretty low-maintenance and understood he was an extreme introvert and liked time to himself. Plus, although they were energetic at times, but they understood when things were too much for Saiki. And, to be completely honest, he didn’t mind getting to be around someone he couldn’t hear the thoughts of. He could act like a relatively normal person.

Saiki would never say all that, though. No way. No, the only thing he’d say was, “Coffee jelly is really good.”

“Can’t argue with that,” admitted (Y/N).

Their server, who coincidentally was Mera (probably trying to make money as usual), approached their table. She took their orders and headed to the kitchen to alert the chefs.

“You look more annoyed than usual, what happened?” asked (Y/N).

Saiki sighed. They unfortunately pay attention to me and can read parts of my emotions. It’s weird. Maybe they’re an empath. “I ran into Teruhashi.”

(Y/N) laughed. “The only guy immune to her charms.”

“She brings too much attention.”

“You’re friends with Nendou and Kaidou. A bit of attention is inevitable,” teased (Y/N), leaning on their hand and grinning.

“They’re not my friends.”

“Uhuh, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” chirped (Y/N).

Mera brought their orders. Luckily, she hadn’t stolen a bite from either of the coffee jellies.

“Mmmm,” hummed (Y/N) and Saiki contentedly at the taste.

Peaceful relaxation with (Y/N). Just the way I like it. Saiki sighed happily.

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Eleven

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Eleven: That was the Most Mature Advice You’ve Ever Given Me

Summary: Lucifer gets and, surprisingly, gives good relationship advice.

“So you woke up with Chloe—congrats by the way—and now you can’t use your mojo?” said (Y/N), tilting their head.

Poor Lucifer’s power had been “stolen” by Chloe after they finally, finally, worked things out and got into a proper relationship. Now, (Y/N) was very proud of Lucifer, but they also weren’t surprised that somehow things had already hit a roadblock since Celestials were apparently terrible about understanding when they were self-actualizing or whatever.

Also, (Y/N) wanted to bang their head against a wall because everyone was getting into a successful relationship except for them since the world seemed determined to interfere with them and Em. Marcel and Leon? Easy. Noa and Olive? Took a bit to get going but happened. Chloe and Lucifer? So many problems but they were together.

(Y/N) and Em? (Y/N) wasn’t sure, but maybe God was against them having a love life.

Still, their own gay pining wasn’t going to stop them from helping out Lucifer where they could. They wanted their dad and Chloe to have a good relationship. They would be good for each other.

“Yes. She can ask people what they desire, and I can’t,” sighed Lucifer. “It worked on me!”

“I think that’s hilarious,” said (Y/N), grinning.

“But…But what if I’ve become powerless?” said Lucifer. “Then I can’t help her, and I can’t protect you.”

(Y/N)’s heart thumped at the kindness of their dad. “I’m not worried about that.” They smiled. “And if I’m honest, I think it’s just you deciding to be vulnerable around Chloe. You’re willing to share your true desires with her because you feel comfortable with her.”

“…What about the other people she asked?” said Lucifer hesitantly.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “It was one person, and one person might just be nervous or something,” they said. “I don’t think humans can steal Celestial power. This is just you getting nervous about being vulnerable.” They smiled. “Relax.”

Lucifer took a deep breath. “Yes. Yes, you’re right.” He looked at (Y/N). “I’m sorry you always have to remind me of these things.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t mind.” They shifted. “But, uh, I wouldn’t mind some advice.”

“Advice?” asked Lucifer. “About what?”

“Dating. Relationships,” said (Y/N).

Lucifer froze. “…Has someone asked you out?”

“Well, no, but I want to ask someone out,” said (Y/N). “And I don’t know how to do it.”

“Are they even worthy of you?” said Lucifer instantly. “Do they treat you well? You’re Celestial, literally royalty, and I don’t want anyone who doesn’t treat you well going out with you!”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes and turned bright red. “Dad! It’s not that serious!”

“Your first relationship.” Lucifer began to pace. “I mean, I’m happy for you, but I can’t believe it! I’m not prepared at all. How are dads supposed to act about dating? Should I be against it? For it?”

“How about you just support me and give me some helpful advice?” suggested (Y/N).

“Who is it?” said Lucifer, eagerly turning towards them.

“…Em,” said (Y/N).

“Emeranne?” Lucifer blinked. The young demon was (Y/N)’s age, and they’d known each other for years now, but if he remembered correctly, they had started out not getting along. “When did—how—huh?”

“I don’t know,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “It just kind of…happened. I became their friend, her best friend, and now I really like her. I want to ask them out.”

“…Okay,” said Lucifer.

He could approve of Em. He knew they would never hurt (Y/N). In fact, she was more loyal to (Y/N) than she was Lucifer, King of Hell. They would treat (Y/N) the way they deserved. Plus, they were also non-human, so she could understand that aspect of life, too.

“You approve?” said (Y/N), surprised but pleased.

“Emeranne is a good choice,” said Lucifer, nodding. He smiled. “And they will treat you how you deserved to be treated.”

(Y/N) relaxed. They were glad Lucifer would support their relationship, if it ever happened. “Yeah. I know they will. And I want to treat them well.” They cleared their throat. “But, uh, I don’t know how to ask someone out.”

“…I’m not great at it,” admitted Lucifer.

“Yeah, but you and Chloe are dating,” pointed out (Y/N). “I just need a little help about how to not be…nervous about this.”

Lucifer smiled and held (Y/N)’s shoulders. “(Y/N), you are a good person. You’re helpful and strong and kind. Anyone would be lucky to date you. Em knows who you are. You just need to be honest and trust in yourself.” He hugged them. “And if it doesn’t work out, there will be someone else.”

(Y/N) let out a nervous laugh and hugged Lucifer back. “That was the most mature advice you’ve ever given me.”

“Don’t talk to your father that way,” teased Lucifer.

(Y/N) laughed, and Lucifer smiled at seeing their nerves abate.

“And although you protect so many people, I’m here for you when you need it. Even if I am a mess,” said Lucifer softly.

(Y/N) hugged him tightly. “I know, Dad. I know.” They could count on him. They were incredibly lucky and happy to have him. After so many years of being with biological parents that didn’t support who they were, (Y/N) had Lucifer. They had a good dad.

“I got your text, Maze,” said Em, walking into the empty Lux. “What’s the matter…” She trailed off as she saw Maze holding a drink in her hand and wearing an old, demonic outfit. A demon blade rested on the counter. “Maze? What’s that doing out?”

Maze huffed and downed her drink. “I wanted a fight.”

Em raised their hands. “Yeah, I’m not interested.”

Maze scoffed. “I know that. You don’t fight because (Y/N) would get mad at you.”

“Well, they can kick my ass, so it’s a pretty good idea to listen to them,” said Em brightly.

Maze rolled her eyes. “You’re soft.”

“I’m not going to take that to heart because you don’t look like you’re doing well,” said Em, sitting down next to Maze. “What’s up?”

“Amenadiel didn’t want to fight me, so now I’m more pissed than usual,” said Maze.

Em gave Maze a look. “I know that you’re upset about something, and it has to be from before Amenadiel didn’t want to fight you. I mean, no one just tries to fight Celestials.”

“He’s a good fight, and then he’s a good f—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” said Em, making a face. “You’re just avoiding the question.”

Maze groaned and just poured herself another drink. “How do you do it?”

“What?” said Em.

“Act so…human,” said Maze. “Doing this ‘feelings’ thing.”

“I’m not acting human,” said Em. “I’m just acting like myself.”

Maze scoffed. “I don’t believe that. I mean, you act like you like being on Earth. We’re demons. We’re not made for that.”

“I like being here, actually,” said Em.

Maze froze. “You…You do?”

“Yeah,” said Em. They looked at Maze. “Do you not?”

“I don’t belong here,” said Maze. “I just don’t. I’m not like humans.”

“Humans don’t actually care,” said Em.

Scoffing, Maze glared at them. “Yes, they do. So then I just have to be alone.”

“You have Linda. And Ella. And Chloe. And even Dan,” pointed out Em.

“They don’t really like me,” said Maze.

Em let out a loud laugh, and Maze looked at her in surprise.

“Maze, you’re a personality,” said Em. “And I can assure you, if they didn’t actually like you, they wouldn’t hang out with you.”

“…You really think so?” said Maze, dubious.

“Yeah,” said Em. She smiled. “And I like you. So just…focus on that. Having fun with friends helps make Earth fun.” They chuckled. “If I had to guess, it’s probably the same for humans.”

“I doubt you’re right, but I’m desperate, so I guess I’ll give it a try,” grumbled Maze.

“Right,” said Em, rolling her eyes.

“Hey, Em,” said (Y/N), walking into her room.

“Oh, hey, Birdie,” said Em, taking off their headphones and letting them hang around her neck. “What’s up?”

“I saved my dad and Chloe’s relationship,” said (Y/N), sitting down on Em’s bed.

“Really?” laughed Em.

“Yeah, just had to remind my dad that he self-actualizes again,” said (Y/N). They rolled their eyes fondly. “He’ll get it eventually.”

“Especially if you keep drilling it into him,” teased Em. “You’re a tough one.”

“Someone has to be,” said (Y/N), leaning back. “But anyways, what have you been up to?”

“I talked to Maze,” said Em. “She just needed some advice on making friends on Earth.”

“Celestials are bad at social cues and relationships, aren’t they?” said (Y/N), chuckling.

“We’re not exactly ones to talk,” said Em wryly.

“Maybe not, but at least I’m straightforward,” said (Y/N). “I handle myself and my situations.” They sat up and looked at Em. “Actually…that’s what I wanted to talk about.”

Em froze, and nervousness raced through them. Was (Y/N) going to address the strangely intimate moments they’d been having? Fear clutched their heart. Were they going to tell Em they didn’t like it? Excitement pulsed through them. Or were they going to tell Em they liked them?

Em swallowed and tried to compose herself. “Oh? What about?” They tried to seem nonchalant, but her voice cracked nervously.

“Us,” said (Y/N), getting straight to the point. They squared their shoulders and looked at Em. “Listen, Em, I don’t know if I’ve been imagining it or if it’s just been the heat of the moment, but you and I…there’s been something going on. And I just want to be honest and say that I like it. I like you. A lot. Like, in the romantic sense.”

Em stared at (Y/N) as their cheeks turned pink and her heartbeat raced. “You…you really like me?”

(Y/N) nodded and smiled. “Yeah. I do. And I just want to be honest. You deserve to know how I feel.”

Em reached out and took (Y/N)’s hand. “You deserve the same.” She grinned. “And Birdie, I really like you too.”

(Y/N) felt a large smile spread across their face. “Would you want to go to prom with me, then? As a date?”

“I would,” said Em, still grinning like an idiot. They moved closer and swallowed nervously. “Can I…Can I kiss you, Birdie?”

Heat rushed to (Y/N)’s cheeks, but they giddily nodded. “Yeah. You can.”

Em leaned in, and (Y/N) leaned in. Nervously, Em and (Y/N) kiss. They pulled back almost instantly afterwards, way too nervous since that was both of their first kisses.

“Was that, uh, okay?” said Em.

“Yeah,” said (Y/N), smiling shyly. “It was.”

Em smiled back. “I’m glad.”

(Y/N) felt light as a feather as they ran upstairs to tell Lucifer that they had confessed to Em and it had gone fantastically—they had a date to the prom they had a date with Em they had a date with Em holy shit!

“Hey, Dad!” said (Y/N), rounding the corner. They slowed as they saw Chloe standing with Lucifer on the terrace. “Oh, uh, sorry to interrupt.”

“Oh, no, it’s alright, (Y/N),” said Chloe, smiling. She understood as a coparent of Trixie that parents needed to prioritize their kids, so she wasn’t going to interrupt (Y/N) looking for Lucifer.

“(Y/N), is everything alright?” asked Lucifer, instantly on the attack in case (Y/N) was in danger or needed help.

“Oh, yeah,” said (Y/N) quickly. “I just wanted to let you that I took your advice, and it…it went well.” They smiled.

Lucifer grinned. “I’m glad!” He hugged them. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Something good happened?” said Chloe, smiling.

“Uh, yeah, I managed to ask someone out,” said (Y/N), smiling nervously.

Chloe smiled softly. “Emeranne, right?”

(Y/N) froze. “Was it that obvious?”

“Yes,” said Chloe, chuckling.

“It wasn’t to me,” said Lucifer, blinking.

“Well, you’re not the most observant,” said (Y/N), and Chloe laughed.

“Oh, dear, I don’t like the two of you getting along,” said Lucifer, making a face.

“Get used to it,” teased (Y/N). “If Chloe’s going to be around more, then we’re going to be teaming up more.”

“That’s very unfair,” sighed Lucifer.

“Someone has to help (Y/N) keep you in line,” laughed Chloe.

The three chuckled and stood side-by-side, almost like a little family.

Ding!

The penthouse elevator doors opened, and they all turned to see Dan, looking very fragile, stepping out.

“Dearie me,” said Lucifer, laughing. “Still suffering with a bout of the old trotskies, are we?” He took a friendly step towards Dan.

Dan reached into his pocket and drew his gun. Chloe and (Y/N) froze, and (Y/N) tensed. The shadows around their feet swirled angrily.

“I was only joking, Daniel,” said Lucifer, frowning.

“Dad…” said (Y/N) worriedly. “Please step back.”

“Dan? What are you doing?” said Chloe, staring in fear at the gun.

Dan swallowed and tried not to look at her or (Y/N) as he focused on Lucifer.

Bang!

“No!”

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hello! silent reader here i asked to be tagged on black butler and hazbin hotel andddd black butler season 4 is here!! i watched on aniwave.to and i wanted to ask, since the new season is released im curious are you gonna make a book about the new season?

Oh, absolutely! I am going to start writing it soon, and then in a month or two I'll start posting. I've already outline it, too. So I'm very excited!

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Fifteen

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fifteen: In a New Chapter

Summary: (Y/N), Marc, and Steven experience a new type of life.

Mouse Note: Thank you so much for reading Burden of Truth (Book 1)! I had so much fun sharing with everyone. Really, I loved writing this. I hope that more Moon Knight content comes out soon because I already miss these guys so much. But, for now, I must say goodbye. I have more content in other series coming, and I have other Father Figure stories, so, please, take a look if you liked this story! Until next time

(Y/N) stepped out of the Great Pyramid. Their mind was their own. Their choices were their own. Their purpose was their own.

The warmth of the rising sun greeted them as they stepped out, and (Y/N) took a deep breath. Fresh, free air greeted their lungs. For a moment, they just stood there, existing. That’s all they wanted to do, forever.

“Hey. You alright, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) opened their eyes and looked at Layla. They grinned. “I’m great.”

“You’re not an Avatar anymore, are you?” said Marc.

(Y/N) shook their head. “No. Ma’at gave me a gift in thanks, and then she let me go.”

“Nicer than Khonshu,” muttered Marc.

Steven switched in. “What are you going to do now?”

(Y/N) shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“You’re not going to just…wander off alone, are you?” asked Steven worriedly.

“…I don’t know what else to do,” said (Y/N).

Layla scoffed. “No way are we letting you go off alone. You’re what, seventeen? No.”

“What else do I do?” asked (Y/N).

“Come back to London with me! And Marc!” said Steven instantly.

(Y/N) blinked, and their heart warmed. “What?”

“Layla is…going to be off doing Layla things, but we’re…we’re going to try to figure things out, Marc and I, between us. So we’re going back to London, to my flat,” said Steven, smiling.

“I—You want me to?” whispered (Y/N) as if the spell of being wanted, belonging, would break if they spoke too loudly, no matter how honest Steven’s words were.

Layla rolled her eyes. (Y/N) was apparently oblivious to how much Steven and Marc had become attached to them. “Of course they do.”

“Come home with us,” said Steven.

“Really?” They knew it was the truth, but it felt too impossible to accept. (Y/N) felt tears collect in their eyes, and their heart swelled with so much warmth it felt like they would burst.

“We’re not leaving you alone, kid,” said Marc, switching to front. He pulled (Y/N) in and hugged them.

(Y/N) let out a happy sob and grinned. They hugged back.

A few months later…

(Y/N)’s eyes opened as sunlight warmed their skin. Rolling over, they looked out the window at the bustle of London below. They smiled.

“Heya, are you awake, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) sat up as Steven poked his head into the room. “I’m up.”

“Oh, good, I’m making pancakes. Want some?” said Steven.

(Y/N) smiled. “Sure.”

Steven grinned and nodded, leaving the room.

(Y/N) got out of bed and changed into their day clothes. Pulling on a t-shirt and jeans, they looked in the mirror. They didn’t need to be prepared for thievery or fighting. They could just…be.

Walking out of their room, (Y/N) walked to the kitchen portion of the flat.

“Hey, Guses,” said (Y/N), picking up fish food and sprinkling it into the tank where two fish swam together.

“Oh, yeah, we forgot to feed him this morning,” said Steven. “Thanks!”

“No, I told you too, and you forgot,” said Marc from the mirror.

“He’s cooking, so it’s alright,” said (Y/N), taking a plate from Steven.

“He should make an omelet. You don’t get enough protein with him,” said Marc.

“I make sure they do!” defended Steven, but there was nothing adversarial.

“Marc, I cook for myself,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly. “You don’t have to worry.”

“But I do,” said Marc, switching in and pulling out eggs to start cooking.

(Y/N) laughed and smiled.

“What are you doing today?” asked Marc, glancing at (Y/N).

They paused and considered. “I don’t know.” And that was the honest truth. They grinned. “I’m going to walk around and see what interests me.”

Marc’s gaze softened, and he smiled. “Alright. Just be careful.” He scooped eggs onto their plate. “And don’t forget, you and I are training later.”

“Right,” said (Y/N), eating their pancakes and eggs. “I’ll be back at 4.”

“Do you need pocket money?” said Steven from the reflection in the aquarium.

(Y/N) shook their head. “I managed to save some money when I worked with Ma’at. I’m fine.”

“Alright, but if you need anything, anything at all, you’ll tell us, right?” said Steven, fretting as usual.

(Y/N) smiled. “I will. Thank you.” They stood, passed their plate to Marc, and picked up their messenger back—the first item they’d bought in London. It reminded them of what their parents brought with them. “Bye. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye, kid,” said Marc, watching them go.

The door slammed closed behind them, and Marc smiled.

“We’re doing good, aren’t we?” said Steven, looking at Marc.

“I hope so. They’re a good kid,” said Marc.

“Yeah. I really like them. It’s kind of like…we’re a family, you know?” said Steven.

“I know,” said Marc, his gaze softening. “I know.”

(Y/N) hummed as they sat down at the café of a bookstore they’d happened upon. Opening their phone, they scrolled through the news. As usual, the first things that popped up were the latest moves of some of the newer superheroes on the scene, like the new, female Hulk or a girl fighting with crystal-like abilities in Jersey City.

Leaving the news behind, (Y/N) clicked on their music and pressed play.

“El Melouk” began to play through their earbuds, and they smiled, taking a sip of their coffee.

“Look, look, look where we have been/and where we are now.”

(Y/N) smiled.

They had lost everything, but now, they were living. They had people they cared about. They had a home. (Y/N) even dared say they had a family.

And (Y/N) had a chance to figure out who they were.

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Fourteen

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: After the Battle

Summary: (Y/N), Marc, Steven, and Layla bind Ammit and end the battle against her.

Marc blinked and looked down. In one hand, he held Harrow’s staff, the sharpened end pressed to his blood forehead. Harrow was unconscious, helpless. Fires burned around them. Disciples’ bodies littered the ground. He stood and stared at Harrow in shocked horror.

“That wasn’t you, was it, Steven?” asked Marc slowly. He had no idea what had happened in the last few minutes.

Steven switched in and shook his head. “Not a chance, mate,” he breathed, looking around at the bloody battlefield.

“Marc?” asked Layla, finally getting a chance to free herself.

Marc shook his head as he stared at the bodies. However, all thoughts of what he or Steven did—for who else could have?—flew from his mind as he saw (Y/N) lying motionless on the ground.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, running towards them.

Layla didn’t bother to ask what had happened, also worried for the unmoving teenager. She knelt beside them, and her heartbeat quickened as (Y/N) didn’t stir.

“(Y/N)?” said Marc, lifting them up in his arms. “Hey, come on, kid. Open your eyes.” He cupped their face, shaking them gently. “Come on. Come on. You’re alright.” His heart clenched painfully. “(Y/N). (Y/N).”

From the reflection of a blade nearby, Steven spoke with equal panicked worry. “(Y/N)! Wake up! Wake up!”

“Come on, (Y/N). Just open your eyes,” said Layla.

All three adults stared at the teenager, pure panic in their hearts. They couldn’t lose (Y/N). They couldn’t. If they died, they wouldn’t be able to forgive themselves. Layla couldn’t lose another person she cared for. Steven couldn’t lose the teenager that he saw so much of himself in. Marc couldn’t let another child with so much heart and soul die because he hadn’t protected them.

(Y/N)’s eyes opened slowly. “…Wh…Wha…” They whimpered as the remnants of Harrow’s power danced through their nerves.

“It’s okay. You don’t need to speak,” said Layla, smiling in relief.

“You’re alright.” Marc held them close. “You’re alright.”

“We’ve got ya!” said Steven, beaming in relief.

“…Harrow?” groaned (Y/N) softly.

“He’s down,” said Layla.

“Am…Ammit?”

Marc and Steven exchanged a worried glance. Ammit was still fighting Khonshu and Ma’at.

“She’s still fighting,” said Steven.

“We need to bind Ammit,” said Layla. “That’s what Taweret said.”

“I…I know the…rites,” said (Y/N), fighting to lean Marc. “Ma’at…I’m her…Avatar.” He carefully guided them.

“Alright,” said Marc, though he was still concerned about their health. “We’ll get you to the pyramid.”

“I’ll bring Harrow,” said Layla.

Standing, Marc picked up (Y/N). They were still recovering, after all. Yes, with the suit they could heal more quickly, but he wasn’t letting them strain themself. Layla grabbed Harrow’s leg and dragged him behind her.

Together, the group rushed to the Great Pyramid and through the rubble to the chamber within. Marc gently put (Y/N) down but kept them standing upright while Layla tossed Harrow onto a fallen stone slab.

“The power of this room will help us bind Ammit to Harrow’s body,” said Layla. “(Y/N)?”

“I know the spell,” said (Y/N), nodding. They reached out to Layla and Marc. “Take my hands. I don’t—I don’t have enough energy on my own.”

Layla and Marc took each of their outstretched hands. They hesitated, but their remaining hands intertwined. (Y/N) lifted their head, and Ma’at’s signature azure glow swirled into their eyes. Ancient Egyptian spilled from them, and blue magic twined out from them, extending through Layla and Marc until they were a circle of power.

The energy spread out from them and connected to the statues of the gods in the chamber, illuminating each with azure light. The magic swelled, and Layla and Marc felt the knowledge enter their mind. Their own chanting added to the power as the spirits of the untethered gods. Having lost their Avatars, they clung to this circle of power to strengthen the magic of the three Avatars standing strong together.

Harrow let out a gasp and stirred as the magic swarmed around him and began to affect his connection to Ammit.

A similar circle of light twined around Ammit outside of the pyramid as she yelled and snarled against Khonshu and Ma’at.

“We could’ve made this our paradise!” said Ammit.

“It’s too late, Ammit,” said Ma’at. “You have lost our friendship.”

“And you will be destroyed,” said Khonshu.

Ammit snarled, but the magic circle was too strong, and parts of her began to turn to sand, swirling downwards. She roared in fury, but she was pulled back into the magic and dissolved into it. Purple light joined azure, and it flew downwards into Harrow’s chest as he gasped.

He let out a pained breath as the magic and essence of Ammit sealed with him. His eyes turned on (Y/N), Marc, and Layla.

“You can never contain me,” said Ammit through Harrow. “I’ll never stop.” Then, Harrow’s head fell to the side in exhaustion, and he stared at the chamber blankly.

(Y/N)’s spell ended, and the magic and light faded. They let go of Marc and Layla’s hands and glanced at them apprehensively.

“Finish it.” Khonshu appeared in the chamber and loomed over Marc. “Leave neither of them alive.”

Marc stepped onto the slab of stone, casting a shadow over Harrow’s limp, beaten body. He took out a dagger.

“Marc?” said Layla, gazing at him.

“Act, Avatar of Khonshu,” said Ma’at, sorrowful that her former friend and companion had to meet such an end. “While he lives, so does she.”

(Y/N) shifted uneasily. They knew Harrow had done terrible things. They wanted him beaten, gone. But killing him like this, when he was down, mind destroyed? It felt like what he had done. If he was still fighting, if Harrow still had his magic and strength and power, (Y/N) would understand. Now…

“I have to finish this,” murmured Marc, gritting his teeth. “If not, I’ll never be free.”

“Marc,” said (Y/N), and he looked at them. They swallowed. “We have a choice. We beat Harrow. We beat Ammit. We served our purpose.”

Marc hesitated.

“The choice is vengeance,” said Khonshu. “We cannot take a chance that Ammit finds a way out. She will kill again.”

Marc looked up at Khonshu, and the deity stared back coldly. Marc threw his dagger to the side, and it embedded in a rock.

“You want them dead. Do it yourself,” he said firmly. (Y/N) smiled. “Now. Release us.”

Khonshu was silent, but he had no other choice. He had made a deal with Marc and Steven. “As you wish.” He disappeared in a swirl of wind and sand.

Marc exhaled, and his eyes rolled back into his head. The bandages and cloth of his outfit retracted until he wore his regular clothes once more. In a burst of silver light, Marc was released from his Avatarhood.

“How do you feel?” said Layla, smiling.

“I…feel new,” said Marc. He was free. No more being an Avatar. No more fighting. He could just…exist.

Steven switched in. “I like this!” He grinned. “We did it!”

“We did,” agreed (Y/N).

“(Y/N).” Ma’at spoke, and (Y/N) turned towards her.

“Ma’at,” said (Y/N). They shifted and glanced at Layla and Marc. “Can I…Can I have a moment to speak to her? Alone?”

“Are you going to be alright?” said Layla, furrowing her brow.

“Don’t let any of the gods push you around,” said Steven quickly.

“I’m fine. I just need to talk to her,” said (Y/N) calmly.

“Alright. We’ll give you a moment,” said Layla.

Layla and Steven walked out of the pyramid, and (Y/N) turned to face Ma’at.

“You became my Avatar again to defeat Ammit,” said Ma’at. She had noticed the wording. “You wish for our connection to be dissolved.”

(Y/N) nodded. “I speak the truth, you know that.” They looked up at the goddess they had been with for seven years. “I’m ready for a chance to…be me. Not an Avatar. Not a guardian. Just me.”

Ma’at smiled. “Then I will honor your decision.”

“Really?” said (Y/N), blinking. They hadn’t anticipated Ma’at so easily allowing them to leave, to sever their connection as deity and Avatar.

“Yes.” Ma’at’s body swirled in azure light, and she shrunk into the form of a tall woman. She smiled at (Y/N). “You have been an incredible Avatar. The truth comes naturally to you. You see things as they are.” She reached out and touched (Y/N)’s hand. “But the gods were right. Despite your strength, you are young.” Ma’at smiled. “It wouldn’t be right of the goddess of justice to not allow you freedom now after doing so much.”

“Thank you,” said (Y/N), gazing back at Ma’at.

“I have pushed you so far,” said Ma’at. “I hope you may forgive me for my wrongs.” (Y/N) opened their mouth to respond, but Ma’at raised a hand. “No. You have no need to respond. It is I who must be just to you now.” She straightened and looked at (Y/N). “You have honored my ways as an Avatar. I wish to honor that. How may I thank you?”

“What?” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow.

“Allow me to gift you something that may help you live freely,” said Ma’at.

“I…” (Y/N) knew their answer and met Ma’at’s gaze. “I want to hear the truth.”

“You wish to not just hear the language you grew with or the friend who controls the body,” said Ma’at knowingly.

(Y/N) nodded. They liked understanding people. And they liked hearing Marc or Steven when they weren’t fronting. They didn’t want to lose that connection to them.

“Very well.” Ma’at leaned in and kissed (Y/N)’s forehead.

A cool blue light washed over them, and their suit disappeared as their connection to Ma’at was severed. However, the scales tattoo given by Ammit’s judgement illuminated azure. It morphed into a feather, and when (Y/N) touched it gently, they felt a slight buzz of magic. Ma’at’s gift remained engrained within them.

“Know my offer to you will always stand, my dear Guardian of Truth,” said Ma’at quietly. “And may the truth serve you well.”

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Thirteen

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Against Harrow and Ammit

Summary: (Y/N), Marc, Steven, and Layla face Harrow and Ammit head-on.

In the main chamber of the Great Pyramid of Giza, Ammit turned towards the exit. “Let us purify the souls of Cairo and then the world.”

Sand condensed in the path of the disciples of Ammit. They slowed warily, and their eyes widened as Khonshu and Ma’at’s figures formed out of the sand.

“Khonshu. Ma’at. Time has been cruel to you,” said Ammit, sneering.

“Indeed,” said Khonshu. “I cannot allow you proceed.”

“Not when you seek to harm so many.” Ma’at’s gaze went to (Y/N). “You even had the audacity to try to ask for my Avatar’s loyalty. You’ve stooped so low, Ammit.” Ma’at smiled. “Are you prepared to be the guardian of justice, harmony, and truth once more, (Y/N)?”

“Ma’at!” cried (Y/N), eyes widening in shock.

Before they could make any reply, a burst of purple light hit (Y/N), and they were thrown to the side. They hit the stone wall hard and groaned.

“Stop them from accepting Avatarhood,” said Harrow to his men, and the disciples grabbed (Y/N). “And there is someone else here who released Khonshu and Ma’at. Find them.”

“Oh, Khonshu, Ma’at, for gods, you are low on faith,” said Ammit.

“You’ll never learn,” said Khonshu. He raised his staff.

“You have betrayed the vow we took to judge souls on your scales against my feather. I cannot let you continue this,” said Ma’at, extending her arms. Feathers glinting in metal moved with her.

Ammit growled and struck. Her tailed whipped around and struck Ma’at’s wings. She hit the back wall, and Khonshu swung his staff at Ammit. She blocked it, and they struggled back and forth. She pushed him back, but Ma’at slammed her wings into Ammit’s back. The battle of the gods had begun. Khonshu darted around Ammit like smoke, and Ma’at uses the elegant movement of her wings, but Ammit had the brute force and desire to fight above that of Khonshu and Ma’at. She grabbed Khonshu by the bony neck and threw him back. She pulled several of Ma’at’s feathers out and shoved the goddess to the ground.

“Tell me to spare you, and I will,” said Ammit, approaching her former friends.

“I choose obliteration over mercy,” growled Khonshu. Then, suddenly, he tensed. “Marc?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and a sudden blossom of hope came to life within them. Marc was alive? Steven was alive?

Ammit swung her tail down, but Khonshu disappeared into sand, returning to Marc’s side.

“I will take no mercy from you when you give it to no others,” said Ma’at.

Ammit raised her tail again.

“I accept Ma’at’s Avatarhood to defeat Ammit!”

(Y/N)’s voice echoed around the room. They had bitten down on their captors’ hand, pushed away, and shouted their answer.

Immediately, Ma’at’s body disappeared in a cloud of blue, and an azure light appeared in (Y/N)’s eyes. Ma’at reformed behind (Y/N), and bandages wrapped around them, forming their suit of white, blue, and gold.

“Welcome back, my Avatar,” said Ma’at. She swung her wings, and Ammit was thrown back. “Go. We cannot fight in here.”

Indeed, the minute she spoke, Ammit was upon her again, and the two gods were grappling.

“Go! Began the judgement!” ordered Harrow to his disciples.

“Stop them!” commanded Ma’at.

(Y/N) ran out after Harrow as his disciples. As Harrow climbed to the top of the pyramid, (Y/N) grabbed one of his men and threw them back into the chamber. They hit the wall and went unconscious, but there still so many, and even more numbers waited outside. (Y/N) couldn’t do this alone, and Ma’at lacked the fighting ability needed to defeat Ammit on her own.

The moment the sun dipped below the horizon, Harrow arrived at the summit of the Great Pyramid of Giza. He raised the staff and slammed it down. A bright purple light lit up the sky, brilliant and powerful and evil.

No, no, no! thought (Y/N) desperately as they fought more of Harrow’s men.

The other disciples below saw the light and moved into action, heeding his guidance. They were going to judge the people of Cairo. Even as (Y/N) knocked more of Ammit’s followers down, souls of purple light flitted into the air, ripped too soon from their bodies.

(Y/N) gasped and gripped their heart as pain lanced through them. Looking at the ground below, their eyes widened in horror. Ma’at had been thrown to the ground and was lying bleeding while Ammit absorbed the souls around her, growing larger and stronger. The mixture of their deity’s pain and the unfair judgement of the souls of Cairo sent panic and agony through (Y/N).

“Stop…Harrow…” croaked Ma’at’s voice in (Y/N)’s mind, still pinned down by Ammit as she grew stronger.

(Y/N) heeded Ma’at’s command and leapt from stone to stone, approaching Harrow as he chanted in Coptic to grow Ammit’s power further. A white form slammed into the pyramid next to them, and they jumped, fearful for a moment. Then, their eyes widened.

“Marc!” they cried in relief. “You’re here! You’re back!”

“Kid,” said Marc, abandoning his purpose for a moment to run and embrace them. “You’re alright.”

“I’m sorry, I had to read the rites, I was in pain, I tried, but I—”

“Hey, hey, you’re alright.” The suit shifted, and Steven’s voice now spoke. “We’re together again. That’s what matters.”

Purple energy fired into the stone next to them.

“Bloody hell!” said Steven, jumping.

“Harrow’s coming,” said (Y/N) in alarm.

“Then we fight,” said Marc, returning to the moment.

Harrow leapt towards them, and (Y/N) and Marc prepared themselves. On the ground, Khonshu had arrived and freed Ma’at, allowing the two gods to grow and face Ammit once more. The battle of Avatars and gods grew to new heights.

Harrow slammed his staff at Marc, but (Y/N) blocked it. It threw them from the pyramid, and Marc leapt after them, falling behind them. He caught them, and the suit shifted to Steven.

“Are you alright?” he asked worriedly.

“Look out!” said (Y/N), pushing him away as Harrow, having jumped after them, slashed his staff at them.

Marc switched in again, kicked the staff back, grabbed (Y/N), and opened his cape as a makeshift parachute. The three landed roughly in the streets of Cairo, rolling to a stop.

“You okay, kid?” said Marc, sitting them up.

They nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay, good,” said Marc, helping them up.

A few meters away, Harrow pushed himself to his feet, his staff glowing ominously.

“Get ready,” said Marc.

(Y/N) nodded, pulling out two daggers and narrowing their eyes.

Against the pyramid, Khonshu had finally pinned Ammit with his staff. Ma’at, finally recovered and stronger as (Y/N) successfully fought, stood beside him. Ammit snapped up at them.

“There is so little difference in what we want for this world,” said Ammit, reaching up towards them. “Why do this dance for the rest of time?”

“You know the answer: we only punish those who have chosen evil,” said Khonshu.

Ammit sneered. “Oh, ‘we’ is it, now?”

“Yes,” said Ma’at. “You forsook my friendship, then you betrayed your alliance with Khonshu’s ways. We are here to prevent you from harming more people.”

“And I prevent people from committing evil. You dare to allow them to?” said Ammit. Her tail grabbed Khonshu ankle and dragged him down. His staff fell, and Ammit stood.

“Khonshu,” said Ma’at worriedly, catching him before he fell.

Ammit scoffed. “Why fight knowing you will fail?”

“Because it is our choice,” said Ma’at, slamming her wings down. Ammit braced against them, and the gods glared at one another.

“The very thing you take away,” said Khonshu.

Harrow raised his staff and fired a bolt of energy. (Y/N) and Marc dodged to the side, and each threw their own daggers at him. Harrow ducked and summoned purple energy to destroy the remaining daggers. Two more bolts of energy flashed towards (Y/N) and Marc. He leapt into the air, and (Y/N) bent backwards, handspringing away. Harrow narrowed his eyes and raised the staff again.

Wham!

A figure landed a solid hit to his side, and Harrow went flying. Layla, clad in Egyptian clothing with metallic wings, stood before Marc and (Y/N).

“Are you two alright?” she asked, smiling.

“Layla?” said Marc in surprise.

“Are you an Avatar?” said (Y/N), furrowing their brow in concern.

“Temporarily. For Taweret,” said Layla.

Harrow stood and fired energy at her. She reacted instantaneously, raising her wings and crossing them in front of her. The energy rebounded, and Harrow flew back again.

Marc instinctively stepped forward and hugged Layla. “I’m glad you’re alright.”

“You’re not made about the Avatarhood?” chuckled Layla.

“Taweret isn’t as bad as the others,” admitted Marc.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” said (Y/N), relieved.

“Come on in,” said Layla, grabbing their wrist and pulling (Y/N) into the hug, too.

(Y/N) felt themself smile as Layla and Marc hugged them. They hugged back.

“I can’t believe you’re alright,” said Layla. “I was so worried, Marc.”

“I’m here,” said Marc. He squeezed Layla and (Y/N) tightly. “I’m here.”

Steven switched in and stepped back to look at Layla. “Wow, you look amazing, Layla! What are you wearing?” Both Marc and Steven were as encouraging and caring as ever, even in their different ways.

“Harrow’s getting up,” said (Y/N), noticing before the conversation could continue. “And he’s got reinforcements.”

Indeed, Harrow had been helped up by his disciples as they crowded to his location, guns and other weapons in hand.

“Right!” said Steven. “Well, hey, I’m really jazzed about showing you guys these new skillsets we have.”

“You guys are working together,” said (Y/N), smiling.

“We’ve started to work things out,” said Steven brightly.

“Show us what you’ve got,” said Layla.

The three of them turned and ran towards Harrow and Ammit’s disciples, a team of people who cared about one another and were ready to defend the world.

Layla flew through the men, slashing them down with the swords at the ends of her wings.

(Y/N) dodged and leapt through the crowd, as agile and quick as a cat. They cut through arms and legs, gave quick stabs, and never let someone get ahold of them. They used everything they’d learned as a thief to work effectively against Ammit’s followers.

Steven slammed his fists into two men, and with his batons, he swung and knocked various disciples down before they had a chance to attack. He fought smoothly, none of the hesitation or fear or awkwardness from before. It was Steven fronting and controlling the body, but a variety of skills Marc had perfected were in the fighting style, adjusted to Steven. They truly had begun to work together.

Frustrated as his people fell to the fighting team, Harrow fired energy at Steven. He leapt and twisted in midair, avoiding the purple bolt of magic. Steven threw a baton at Harrow, btu the Avatar of Ammit hit it aside with his staff. It ricocheted back.

Marc, fronting again, caught it. It transformed into a dagger, and he cut down the nearest opponent. He and Layla nodded at each other and raced forward. They cut down opponents, and anyone that tried to stand again was handled by (Y/N), following as quickly and with as much determination as Layla and Marc.

Layla was the first to come upon Harrow, and she swung down at him. He blocked her swords with his staff, but Marc kicked at him. He was forced to pivot and block the kick instead, giving (Y/N) a moment to slide across the floor and slash at his leg. Harrow dodged, but not far enough, and a cut opened up on his calf. He turned and swung down at (Y/N). They rolled back, and Layla moved in to block it before he hit them. The four battled expertly. Every time one of the trio was attacked by Harrow, another block, and the third attack. It was a never-ending dance, all four vying to land a proper hit.

Harrow blocked another kick and slid back. Raising his staff, he swung down. Layla, Marc, and (Y/N) dodged back, but the staff hit the ground, and purple light exploded from it. The wave of energy hit the three Avatars, and they were sent flying. Layla went through a store window, Marc landed on the windshield of a car, and (Y/N) fell into café tables.

Harrow approached and swung down at them, but (Y/N) raised two daggers and, with their strength, managed to block him. Still, they were straining, and Ammit’s staff glowed with energy as Harrow forced it closer to them.

Steven slammed into him. Throwing Harrow into the wall, Steven grappled with Harrow and exchanged several blows with him. Unfortunately, Harrow’s strength was also enhanced as an Avatar, and he could attack with as much power as Steven. He grabbed Steven’s leg when he next kicked and threw him through the wall and across the street.

Marc leapt back out at him and kicked him back, delivering just as powerful a blow to Harrow. He rose, and the pair glared at one another. Harrow raised his staff, but (Y/N) jumped from a nearby roof and grabbed him. They refused to let go as Harrow tried to wrench it from their grasp. Layla flew down on his other side and shoved him back against the wall. Marc held one of his crescent daggers and swung. Harrow ducked, but the blade sliced at his staff. He kicked (Y/N), and they stumbled back. With his now free hand, he swung the staff at Layla and Marc, who dodged. Harrow darted away from the wall to open territory again.

Layla and Marc charged at him, and Harrow blocked with his staff. They each grabbed it, and the three grappled. (Y/N) ran in, and Harrow fired his staff. They dodged to the side, but Harrow took the opportunity and turned the power of the staff on a van of Egyptians trying to escape.

Layla let go of the staff and flew to help the innocents while (Y/N) leapt back to Marc’s side to fight Harrow. Ammit’s Avatar forced Marc to take a step back, but (Y/N) slammed into him from behind, making him stumble. Near the van, Layla took to protecting innocents as they escaped Ammit’s disciples, who were still prowling the streets.

That left (Y/N) and Marc against Harrow. He pivoted and swung at (Y/N), and they flipped back. A disciple nearby raised his gun and fired, distracting (Y/N) from the fight. They leapt around the man and threw several daggers to take him down.

As (Y/N) fought other disciples, Harrow and Marc fought for control of the staff once more. Harrow turned and twisted the staff, shaking Marc from it. He was thrown back and rolled to a stop.

Harrow fired a blast at Marc, and Marc blocked it. The purple energy raged, and Marc gritted his teeth, bracing against the pure, concentrated power.

“Had Ammit been allowed to rule, young Randall’s life would’ve been saved,” said Harrow. “Your family would’ve been happy. She need only remove the weed from the garden.” He grunted with effort as he forced more magical energy from the staff towards Marc. The Avatar of Khonshu was forced to his knee. “You,” spat Harrow, losing control for a moment.

Marc pulled out a crescent dagger and tried to lunge, but the purple energy hit him, and he was forced back once more. Harrow savagely directed the energy to turn the blade back towards him, and Marc fought against his own limbs.

Finishing her own fight, Layla saw Marc struggling and leapt into the air. Harrow shifted, and the beam of energy forced the dagger from Marc’s hand into Layla’s wing. She was thrown back, and the dagger pinned her to the van behind her.

Marc stumbled, trying to right himself, but Harrow was already turning the full power of the staff and his rage on him. He let out an angry yell and shot as much magic as he could summon directly at Marc’s chest.

Marc braced himself.

Thump!

Marc stumbled to the side as a body shoved into him. The figure was thrown backwards by the purple light and landed unmoving on the ground.

“(Y/N)!” shouted Marc, eyes wide.

Layla gasped in horror.

(Y/N) groaned and tried to move, but all they managed was a whimper as every nerve fired with pain as purple magic flowed through them. They had saved Marc from the blast, but now they lay defenseless, unable to move. (Y/N)’s eyes fluttered with the effort to stay awake, and their entire vision was blurred.

“Kid!” Marc surged forward but stumbled on exhausted, injured limbs.

Harrow sent a blast at him, and Marc stumbled back. Layla remained pinned to the van, no matter how she pulled. Harrow walked towards (Y/N) and stood over them. He stared down at the teenager. (Y/N)’s lungs constricted.

“What a disappointment,” said Harrow.

He slammed the staff down on the ostrich feather on (Y/N)’s chest. They screamed, and purple energy lit up the square.

“No!” shouted Layla.

Marc’s eyes widened, and pure rage swept through him.

(Y/N) was left in pure agony. Their throat burned as they screamed, and every nerve cried out with them. The scales on their arm burned, and (Y/N) sobbed as the edges of their vision went back. Their back arched in pain, and (Y/N)’s head rolled to the side, but nothing they did could escape the torture Harrow inflicted upon them.

Out of the blurry vision they retained, they watched Layla cower and try to cover herself as disciples approached with guns and fire at her, and their heart dropped.

No…No…

Everything was growing fuzzy, blurry. (Y/N) couldn’t keep track of what was going on. Their lungs felt heavy. They couldn’t get enough air.

Mom…Dad…

Was this Harrow’s staff or the crash sending metal through (Y/N)’s chest? Were they laying dying under the skies of Egypt with their Mom and Dad or with Layla and Marc and Steven?

Were they going to die this time?

Suddenly, the light disappeared. The purple glow illuminating the terrible sights (Y/N) could still see vanished, and they were plunged into darkness. Their body went limp on the ground, and phantom pain floated around them. (Y/N)’s eyes closed, and they fought to try to open them again. Everything felt so heavy.

“What are you—” Harrow cried out, but the sound was far away to (Y/N), like they were falling underwater and leaving all of this behind.

Other screams echoed in (Y/N)’s mind, and the light of flames danced blurrily in front of (Y/N) as they tried to blink, but everything was slow, lethargic.

Then silence.

(Y/N) let out a breath. Blissful silence.

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