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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Ten

Father Figure! Lucifer Morningstar x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Teen! Reader

Chapter Ten: You screwed up My Chance to Kiss My Crush

Summary: (Y/N) and their friends go to (sneak into) a party, and it goes wrong in multiple ways.

“Did you hear?” asked Em, leaning over the back of (Y/N)’s chair as they stitched fabric together.

“What?” said (Y/N), not bothering to look up.

“The LUX is hosting a rave tonight,” said Em.

“That’s weird, I didn’t think my dad was a fan of that theme,” said (Y/N).

“He isn’t going to be there,” said Em.

“Okay?” (Y/N) focused on their work.

“That means we can sneak in.”

(Y/N) paused and actually looked up at Em. “ ‘Sneak in?’ ”

“Yeah,” said Em, grinning. “We’ve discussed it a few times with our friends, and now’s the perfect time.”

“I remember saying it’s a terrible idea,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes.

“What if I said I already invited the others?” said Em.

“…I’d be annoyed.”

“No, you wouldn’t be, you’d be happy to see them,” said Em, winking.

(Y/N) glared.

“Okay, maybe a bit annoyed,” amended Em. “But you know you’d have a good time.”

“Yeah, I don’t mind parties, but I think Dad would kill me if I snuck into one of his,” said (Y/N).

“He is literally incapable of saying no to you,” said Em.

“He’d be really disappointed in me,” said (Y/N).

“He’d be proud of you for trying to rebel, if anything,” pointed out Em. “It would be on brand.”

“…You’re not wrong,” admitted (Y/N), sighing. “But I just, I don’t know if I’m interested in going out tonight. I’m not a giant partier. And this will be with adults, not other classmates.”

“I think the rave could be a lot of fun,” said Em. “And our friends will be there, so who needs more?”

(Y/N) looked away.

“You know you love breaking rules, and you haven’t in a while,” said Em.

(Y/N) crossed their arms.

“Pleeeeeease?” said Em. She gave (Y/N) puppy-dog eyes. “For me?”

Letting out a long sigh, (Y/N) gave up. “I’m going to regret this.”

“This was such a good idea, Em!” cheered Olive, spinning around in her sparkling pink skirt and t-shirt. Faux jeweled dotted around her eyes, and she wore a giant grin.

“Listen, this is a better theme than any other I’ve heard of,” said Em. “So I had to suggest sneaking in.” They wore ripped jeans and a sparkling top to match the silver eyeliner she wore.

“I think we snuck in just because Lucifer’s not here,” said Noa, wearing their binder and a blue mesh top overtop.

“We are being fairly responsible, though,” said Leon. They just had a more relaxed version of his usual outfit—plain pants and a silk shirt.

“Right! No drinking, just dancing,” said Marcel, hanging off his partner’s shoulder and wearing a blue crop top and purple pants.

“I told you it would be good,” said Em, nudging (Y/N).

They rolled their eyes. They just had red pants, a black crop-top, and dramatic rainbow makeup on.

(All makeup was courtesy of Olive and Leon when it came to anything more than basic eyeshadow and eyeliner. They were very good at makeup and the artistic side of things while the rest could do their basics and were happy to be models for the rest of it).

“Okay, fine, it’s not bad,” begrudged (Y/N).

“That’s hilarious, you’re still pretending to be grouchy,” said Em, laughing.

“That’s just who they are,” grinned Olive.

“But they’re a softie underneath,” said Marcel, winking teasingly and swinging Leon around.

“You guys know me so well,” said (Y/N), cracking a smile.

“Duh,” said Noa.

“We’re your best friends,” said Em, squeezing (Y/N)’s arm. They smiled at Em, feeling the warmth of her hand happily.

Over the speakers, “I Kissed a Girl” began to play, and Macel gasped.

“Oh my god, I love this song, come on, Leon, we’re dancing!” said Marcel, dragging Leon farther into the crowd.

“Noa, want to dance?” said Olive, smiling eagerly at Noa.

“Obviously,” said Noa, staring with a dumb smile at Olive’s grin. They couldn’t say no to her, so as Olive began to scream the lyrics, Noa was right alongside her.

“Listen, I’m not a girl, but I’m always up for this song,” said (Y/N), smiling and began to move to the beat.

“Oh, absolutely,” agreed Em. “But you want to kiss a girl.” She grinned.

“Guilty,” said (Y/N), laughing. “And I’d like it.” They ended their words with the song, singing along.

Em chuckled and opened their mouth to continue before pausing and frowned. “What the—is that the Detective?”

(Y/N) turned around. “What?”

“That’s Chloe,” said Em, gesturing towards a booth at the side of the dancefloor. “With Ella?”

“And Dr. Martin. And Mazikeen.” (Y/N)’s eyes widened. “Shiiiit, if they spot us, we’re in trouble.”

“Hide in the crowd?” said Em.

“Hide in the crowd,” confirmed (Y/N), grabbing her arm and pulled them into the crowd.

“What about our friends?” asked Em.

“They’ve already dragged each other away to dance,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly.

“Fair enough,” said Em. That was their friend group—ready to hang out and separate in a single moment. They’d come back together when they needed to.

(Y/N) and Em arrived at the other edge of the crowd and peeked out from the stairs to see if Chloe or any of the other adults had noticed them.

“I don’t think they saw us,” said (Y/N). They smiled and began to laugh. “Sneaking around a party we weren’t supposed to be at. Wow.”

“You did warn me,” chuckled Em sheepishly.

“I guess it is fun, and I do like breaking rules, so it’s not really a big deal,” said (Y/N), nudging Em with a laugh.

Em smiled, and the pair looked back out over the crowd, taking a moment to just people-watch.

“Is that…Noa and Olive kissing?” said Em, eyes widening as she spotted their friends.

(Y/N) peered over with them. “Oh, yeah, definitely.” They grinned. “The song got to them.”

“It was about time,” laughed Em. “Now they’re together like Marcel and Leon. Just us left.”

“Then I guess I’m here so you’re not fifth-wheeling,” teased (Y/N).

“I mean, sure,” said Em, shrugging and smiling. “But it’s also just that I wanted you to be here.”

“Really?” said (Y/N). “Even after I’m so grumpy sometimes?”

“It’s like Marcel said, you’re really a softie,” said Em, smiling. “But seriously, I’m glad I convinced you to come.” Around them, the music continued to play, and she smiled at (Y/N). The rainbow lights flashed over their face, and Em couldn’t bring themself to look away. “I love our friends, but I really like doing things with you. I really like being with you.”

(Y/N) paused and looked at Em, smiling. “I really like being with you, too. If I really didn’t want to do something, I wouldn’t. But I have fun with you.”

“I’m glad you do,” said Em, grinning.

The music kept playing, and the whirlwind of lights seemed to transport them into their own little dimension with just them—Em and (Y/N)—happily together. Em glanced down at (Y/N)’s lick, and (Y/N) subconsciously swallowed as they noticed Em’s look. They both leaned in slightly, and as the music swelled, their eyes fluttered shut and—

“What’s up, everybody!”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

(Y/N) and Em jumped back as the DJ suddenly addressed the crowd over the music.

“This song goes out to a special lady! Cherry Jane, this one’s for you!” The man looked at Chloe and smiled. Music began playing again.

(Y/N) cleared their throat, and Em looked away from them awkwardly. Neither was sure what to say, not after that.

“Well, uh, should we find the others? We’ve been here a while…” said (Y/N), trailing off.

“Yeah, sounds good,” said Em, clearing her throat. “And we should clear out before we get caught by Chloe or Dr. Martin.” (Mazikeen and Ella would probably let them go).

“Right,” said (Y/N), and they moved back into the crowd with Em.

As they started walking, a man approached the DJ, keeping his hand in his jacket. Abruptly, he pulled it out and pointed a gun at the DJ. Screams went up in the crowd, and Em grabbed (Y/N) protectively as people pulled back.

“Where are the others?” said (Y/N) worriedly, looking around and only relaxing when they saw Olive pushing Noa back and Leon holding onto Marcel.

“They’re here for a sting,” cursed Em, still holding onto (Y/N).

“We should’ve realized,” groaned (Y/N). Chloe wouldn’t just be out at a rave without a reason. It wasn’t really her thing. But where’s my dad?!

“Yo, man, what…” the DJ trailed off nervously as he held up his hands. “We can work this out. Just calm down.”

“Tell them!” shouted the man. “Tell them what you did!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t know who you are,” said the DJ.

“But you know who she is,” said Chloe, stepping out with her own gun and looking at a woman Mazikeen was holding back. “LAPD. Put down the gun.”

“No!” shouted the man. “They need to know. He’s a homewrecker.”

(Y/N) furrowed their brow and concentrated on the shadows at his feet.

“Birdie…” said Em worriedly, holding onto them tighter.

“It was just one night,” defended the DJ.

“One magical night!” cried the woman.

Oh, hell, relationship issues, groaned (Y/N).

“I didn’t even know she was married. She didn’t say anything,” defended the DJ.

“You don’t need to do this, Ron,” said Chloe.

“Yes, I do,” said Ron. “She broke my heart. I messed up with the other DJ and then with the explosion. I’m not gonna screw up this time.”

Yes, you are because you screwed up my chance to kiss my crush.

(Y/N) curled their fingers, and the shadows around Ron’s leg tightened. He stumbled—seemingly over his own feet—and fell. Chloe ran forward and pulled his gun away to pin him to the ground. People cried out at the sudden movement, and (Y/N)’s friends all looked at them, knowing they had acted to protect LUX and everyone in it.

“Good job, Birdie,” whispered Em.

(Y/N) smiled at them, and if there wasn’t a murderer in front of them and the risk of being caught underage in the club, (Y/N) probably would have kissed Em.

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#i see em continues to work hard to be the devil on Em's shoulder <3 #adolescent antichrist #NOW KISS

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eight: To Mogart

Summary: With little luck, Marc and (Y/N) bump into Layla, who has a solution to finding their own clue to Ammit's tomb.

Marc and (Y/N) walked through the marketplace of Cairo as (Y/N) kept an eye out for possible people to talk to. They had seen a lot of black-market dealings in their time, and that meant they had seen a lot of black-market dealers.

“Do you recognize anyone?” asked Marc.

“Not yet,” said (Y/N). “But it’s possible new fronts and new workers could be a part of the scene. If I don’t recognize them, it’s my fault.”

“You’re doing the best you can, kid,” said Marc. “And I can’t do better.”

(Y/N) glanced at him, unsure of how to react—still confused in interactions. They opted to nod curtly.

“…About what Harrow said,” said Marc. “Are you alright?”

Pouring from him, the words couldn’t be held back. Marc had seen (Y/N)’s reactions to Harrow’s words and accusations, and he didn’t like it. They were a kid. They were working harder for what was right than most adults did. They were good. They didn’t deserve to be looked down on or hurt by Harrow.

Did I deserve to be hurt?

Banishing the thought, Marc looked at (Y/N) as their eyes flicked to the ground before raising again.

“He didn’t lie,” said (Y/N). “My parents died. I am a young Avatar.” They furrowed their brow. “But…I don’t understand why that meant my words could be dismissed. I told the truth, but no one listened.”

“None of the gods are fair,” said Marc. His hand rose to pat (Y/N)’s shoulder (affectionately), but he forced it back down. “You did the right thing, though. They’re the ones who were stupid enough to listen more to Harrow.”

“Thanks,” said (Y/N) quietly, pulling the cuffs of their jacket.

“How have you guys not gotten anywhere with this whole mission?”

As a new voice entered the conversation, Marc and (Y/N) whirled. Layla stared at them, hands on her hips.

“You’re so close, but I guess experience doesn’t make up for being Egyptian and really knowing this place,” said Layla, smirking.

“Layla, what the hell are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here,” said Marc.

“Why? Because my name pisses off a few people in Cairo?” said Layla.

“Well, that could cause a problem,” pointed out (Y/N).

Perfectly unconcerned, Layla shrugged. “Who cares?”

“It’s not the locals I’m worried about,” said Marc.

Layla rolled her eyes. “Just come with me. I’ll help you find what you need.”

“We have been pretty slow,” said (Y/N). “Harrow’s already on the track of Ammit’s tomb.”

Marc’s jaw clenched, but he nodded.

“Perfect! Follow me,” said Layla.

That evening, Layla, Marc, and (Y/N) ended up on a boat filled with a family playing music and dancing with one another. Lively, upbeat melodies filled the air, and (Y/N) smiled as they watched, enchanted, as the family celebrated being together as one. As the sun dipped in the east, fiery light danced across the waves as the boat skimmed over the river.

“So, what exactly are we gonna do here? What’s the plan?” asked Marc.

Layla raised a brow. “Oh. It’s not pleasant being left in the dark, is it?”

Marc’s jaw clenched. “Okay.”

This is one way to ruin the happy family moment, thought (Y/N), sighing.

“I get that you’re not happy about me leaving so quickly and coming to Cairo,” said Marc. “I understand.”

“Wait. Is that your apology?” Layla scoffed. “That’s good. That’s really good.”

(Y/N) didn’t need their ability to know she was lying and being sarcastic.

“Just so we can get through tonight, maybe let’s just give our shit a rest for a moment and just try to strategize before we get to…” Actually unsure, Marc trailed off.

“Mogart’s,” finished Layla.

“Mogart’s?” repeated Marc.

(Y/N) had heard of him—an antiquities “collector” who was really just a thief and a black-market dealer.

“Just so you know, I’m not here to help you,” said Layla sharply to Marc. “I’m here for me and for everyone else who would die if Harrow succeeds.” Gesturing to (Y/N), she continued, “And you’re bringing a kid to a fight, so I have every right to take charge.”

(Y/N) blinked, and they pulled on their sleeves. First Marc, now Layla. Two adults seemed…concerned, or something like that, about them. Due to the unfamiliarity of the feeling, (Y/N) found themself uncomfortable.

Marc nodded stiffly. “Copy that.”

“Got it,” said (Y/N), spilling the words out quickly.

“Good,” said Layla.

Marc swallowed. “But I am sorry. For whatever that’s worth.”

Truth. (Y/N) felt it in their bones. They smiled.

Clearing his throat, Marc brushed aside his vulnerability. “So, this Mogart guy. He’s really gonna have his sarcophagus?”

“Yes. I asked around,” said Layla. “Mogart’s collection is prime gossip for those of us who deal in antiquities.”

Abruptly, the music grew louder, and the three at the end of the boat looked back at the others. They were dancing and laughing, in their own world of fun, outside of Marc, Layla, and (Y/N)’s more complicated one.

Marc smiled and gazed at Layla. “I haven’t heard that sound since…” His eyes softened. “Since our wedding.”

Layla couldn’t help a smile in return. Feeling it, however, she cleared her throat and looked at (Y/N). She escaped from sharing vulnerability. “(Y/N), we’ll be heading downriver for a while longer. You should take a rest.”

“I can keep going,” said (Y/N).

Layla raised a brow, and (Y/N)’s heart clenched as they remembered how their mom used to affectionately scold them, making them feel guided and protected. “Uh-huh. You can, but that doesn’t mean you should. Rest. Unlike Marc, I’m not running off anytime soon.”

“…Alright.”

Layla spoke no lies, and, although able to continue, (Y/N) was tired. From running around Cairo to fighting to channeling Ma’at to pleading with the gods for them to listen, (Y/N) had gone through about as much any person could take without crashing. They lay down on the bench, closed their eyes, and drifted off into blissful silence as the sounds of a joyful family swam around them hauntingly.

“They shouldn’t be here,” said Layla, looking at (Y/N). She wanted them to rest, yes, but she had also wanted to talk to Marc about bringing a child into danger.

“They’re an Avatar. Harrow knows who they are. They’re in more danger alone than they are with me. Us,” said Marc.

Layla remained unimpressed. “They’re more in danger with you.”

Clenching his jaw, Marc looked away. How was he supposed to answer? Layla was right. Around him, (Y/N) was in danger. Yes, they were an Avatar, but they had still been unseen, working in the shadows, until Marc got involved with Harrow and exposed them in the Alps with Steven.

It was his fault they were in danger. Marc couldn’t just leave them. He had failed to protect others he led into danger. He couldn’t fail to protect (Y/N). They were too much like him. Like Randall.

Marc wanted them to turn out better than he had.

“Maybe. But who else cares about that other than us?” said Marc.

Layla looked at the sleeping teen. She nodded shortly. Who else was there to care about (Y/N)?

“(Y/N).”

Sitting up, (Y/N) opened their eyes as they heard Marc speak to them. “What?”

“We’re here,” said Marc.

(Y/N) looked around. The boat was docking in front of a small carnival with glass, pyramidal structures behind a dirt track for horses. Marc, Layla, and (Y/N) disembarked and approached the grass lawn.

“This guy’s got a lot of friends,” said Marc.

“Yeah, and a lot with guns,” said Layla.

“What else did we expect?” said (Y/N).

Marc glanced around, and his eyes landed on a small motorboat approaching the pier. They had no lights and were looking around suspiciously.

“What is it?” asked (Y/N), seeing Marc’s body-language tense.

“Harrow’s men keeping tabs?” wondered Layla, narrowing her eyes.

“I don’t know. Could be,” said Marc warily.

“Let’s go,” said Layla, turning towards the carnival. They needed to focus and get this done. The longer they waited, the closer to Ammit Harrow got. “Remember, Marc, your name is Rufino Estrada. (Y/N), your name is Mariana Estrada.”

Like the Mariana Trench? (Y/N) was confused but nodded.

“Right,” said Marc.

“We just got back from a family vacation in the Maldives,” said Layla.

(Y/N) flinched at the mention of family. The last time they had one…they lost everything. Still, part of them ached at the word, and they sat up straighter.

“These are strange details to give them,” said Marc.

“I’d tell them you worked at a gift shop and they were some random kid, but they’d never believe me, would they?” said Layla pointedly.

The three approached the horse track, and a security guard approached.

“Bek,” greeted Layla.

“Layla,” said Bek, glancing at Marc and (Y/N).

“It’s been a while. Good to see you,” said Layla.

Bek nodded to her. “Right this way.”

“Thank you,” said Layla, smiling.

“He’s looking forward to seeing her,” said Bek as he guided them closer to the horse ring. “After Madripoor, I’m sure you two will have a lot to talk about.”

Madripoor did have quite a few issues recently, thought (Y/N), reminiscing on the super-soldier serum reproduction and gunbattle that had gone down with, reportedly, Avengers.

“Excuse me for one moment,” said Bek. “Mr. Mogart will be with you shortly.”

He walked away, and Layla, Marc, and (Y/N) were left watching the men ride horses with lances.

“So, what? This joker just puts on El-Mermah games in his backyard, for fun?” said Marc, unimpressed.

“No, he gets private lessons by the best in his backyard,” said Layla.

“Using money from trading what doesn’t belong to him,” murmured (Y/N).

Bek approached one man, Mogart, and he descended from his horse. Bek placed a red robe around his shoulders, and Mogart smiled at the group across the track.

“I like the robe,” muttered Marc.

Lie. But (Y/N) didn’t need to be told that.

“Layla,” called Mogart. “Come in.” He walked towards them, and the three came onto the track. “Such a delight to see you.”

“You, too,” said Layla.

Mogart took her hand and kissed the back. “How have you been?”

“Good. Thank you for having us over on such short notice,” said Layla.

“Oh, please. I hope you realize you need no excuse to drop by,” said Mogart.

Ignoring us to flirt with Layla and annoy Marc. Is this a man thing? thought (Y/N).

Layla patted Marc’s shoulder and smiled at (Y/N). “This is my husband, Rufino, and my step-kid, Mariana.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Marc stiffly, sticking out his hand.

“Pleasure,” said Mogart, refusing to shake it a moment before taking it to show who was in charge (again, men). He nodded to (Y/N). “Cute kid.”

(Y/N) avoided eye-contact and nodded.

“Come, follow me. I’ll show you my collection,” said Mogart, turning towards the pyramidal structures. “I hope you understand, though, that this is more than a collection for me. Preserving history is a responsibility I take very seriously.”

Marc gave (Y/N) a pointed look to not say anything since they clearly thought differently about his habits and was about to speak way too honestly.

“A self-appointed responsibility that you alone were able to enjoy, no?” Unfortunately, Marc had forgotten to make sure Layla wouldn’t say anything.

“Well, as I prefer to see it as a philanthropic effort at preservation,” said Mogart. “Now, if I may ask, why such interest in Senfu in particular?”

“Oh, actually, our purchases—”

“I’m sorry.” Mogart interrupted Layla and looked at Marc and (Y/N). “I’d like to hear from your husband or stepchild, if you don’t mind.”

Marc and Mogart stared at each other evenly, and Mogart crossed his arms.

“I think…I would just love to take a look,” said Marc, not the best lie by a long shot.

“I like learning about Egyptian history,” said (Y/N). “And this is a great opportunity.” Not a lie at all, both were true facts. However, (Y/N) wouldn’t be learning about history in general but in Ammit.

Mogart looked between them and nodded. Gesturing to the pyramid behind him, he said, “Feel free.”

“Great,” said Layla, smiling. She took his and (Y/N)’s arms and walked into the pyramid. Quietly, she whispered, “Marc, just let Steven out before you blow this.”

“Not a chance.” Marc looked at the sarcophagus. “Alright, what do you see?”

“The burial practices are in line with the Studenwachen texts,” said (Y/N).

“The what?” said Marc.

“You know those?” asked Layla.

“Ma’at makes sure I know a lot about Egyptian history,” said (Y/N). And my parents taught me before her. “The sarcophagus is legit, but all I see is the literature to guide the dead. I don’t see a location for Ammit’s tomb.”

“Because the information has to be unlocked.” Steven spoke, and (Y/N) and Marc glanced up to the reflection in the glass ceiling. “It’s coded.”

“Okay, um…” Marc took a deep breath. “Will you give me a minute? I gotta talk to Steven. Just keep Mogart occupied, and don’t let (Y/N) speak, they can’t lie.”

Layla looked at (Y/N) in confusion.

“I really can’t,” said (Y/N) honestly.

Taking a deep breath, Layla nodded. “Come on.” They stepped out of the glass pyramid and left Marc and Steven to figure out the mystery of Senfu’s sarcophagus.

Layla smiled at Bek and Mogart. “He just needs a couple minutes in there alone ‘cause…yeah. He is…” She looked back and winced. Marc was clearly speaking inside the pyramid. “He’s praying.”

Marc and Steven’s talk isn’t going well, thought (Y/N), frowning worriedly.

“Is he reaching into the sarcophagus?” said Mogart, frowning.

“I’m sure he isn’t,” said Layla, but Marc was, guided by Steven.

“Bek,” said Mogart, narrowing his eyes.

Bek walked towards the pyramid, and with his back turned, Marc didn’t see him coming. Bek touched his arm.

“Hey, what are you—”

On instinct, Marc whirled, grabbed Bek’s gun with the skill a common man shouldn’t have, and pointed it at the mercenary. Instantly, two other guards pulled out their guns and pointed at Marc, Layla, and (Y/N), ready at any instant to shoot any of them.

“Marc. Don’t,” said Layla, glancing at the guards warily.

“Shit.” Marc looked between Layla, (Y/N), and the guns trained on them.

“Marc…” said (Y/N), swallowing, unsure.

Marc’s eyes met theirs, and he let his grip on the gun loosen, handing it back to Bek and holding his hands up.

They were trapped.

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#this chapter had so many hilarious moments. i physically cackled multiple times ('is that a man thing?' LMAO)#but also marc :( he's so qwjshhshs #blorbo of all time #burden of truth #also layla's motherly vibes were unparralleled. i felt like she was scolding me through the screen

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Burden of Truth (Book 1) Chapter Seven

Father Figure! Marc Spector x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Steven Grant x Teen! Reader

Mother Figure! Layla El-Faouly x Teen! Reader

Chapter Seven: Inside the Pyramid

Summary: (Y/N) and Marc meet the gods.

Marc stepped through the doorway that had opened up before him and found himself standing on the inside of the Great Pyramid of Giza. The entire place was lined in stone, statues, and torches, giving it an air of mystery and power. This was undoubtedly a place of the gods.

However, Marc’s attention didn’t follow the beauty of the pyramid. Instead, he zeroed in on the teenager standing in the corridor in front of him. (Y/N) was there, and they were alright. Unbidden, Marc felt himself relax.

“Kid,” he said.

(Y/N) turned and faced him. “Oh. Hi, Marc.”

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking over them for wounds.

(Y/N) nodded and shifted nervously. “Yeah. I’m sorry about leaving. I won’t do it again.”

“It’s alright,” said Marc. He could’ve said more, could’ve apologized for scaring them, but even he wasn’t sure what had happened, so he said nothing.

“Are you ready?” asked (Y/N), looking at the room in front of them.

Marc sighed. “We’ll see.”

They went forward and stepped down into the base of the pyramid. Seats for the members of the Ennead lined the basin, towering over the pair standing. Other doorways opened, and people filtered into the room. The first was a woman in a red-orange dress, and she approached when she saw Marc and (Y/N).

“Khonshu’s theatrics are unparalleled,” she said. “Though we did not expect Ma’at’s involvement. You must be their Avatars.”

“Hi. And who are you?” Marc went straight to the point, unsure about meeting other Avatars.

“I’m Yatzil, Avatar of Hathor,” she said.

“Alright,” said Marc. “Okay.” He clearly had no real clue who Hathor was.

“Goddess of music and love?” offered Yatzil.

“Cool,” said Marc.

“Surely Khonshu mentioned her?” said Yatzil.

“The gods aren’t really his favorite topic,” said Marc.

“Not even when they’re old friends?” said Yatzil.

Marc shook his head. “Sorry.”

“It was not long ago that he enjoyed my music.”

(Y/N) flinched as the new goddess’s voice joined the whispers they regularly heard.

Yatzil chuckled. “She says it was not so long ago Khonshu enjoyed Hathor’s melodies.”

“Well, as far as I know, the only melody Khonshu enjoys is the sound of pain,” said Marc. “And the only god he’s tolerating these days is Ma’at.”

(Y/N) nodded. “They’re not really friendly, either.”

Yatzil tilted her head. “So you really are Ma’at’s Avatar, then.”

“Yes?” said (Y/N).

“I had hoped it was a rumor when I heard you’d be here,” said Yatzil. She shook her head. “So young.”

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

“Yatzil,” called another Avatar, taking his place at the head of the Ennead.

“Coming.” Yatzil started walking towards her own seat. “Have Khonshu and Ma’at told you how this works?”

“Not really,” said Marc.

“Is there something we should know?” asked (Y/N).

“I try not to fight it,” said Yatzil, ascending to her own spot. “It’s a strange sensation, but you’ll get used to it.” Her eyes lit up silver, and when she spoke next, it was not with her voice was Hathor’s. “In attendance, Horus, Isis, Tefnut, Osiris, and Hathor.” Each of the Avatars’ eyes lit up as the gods inhabited them to speak. “To hear the accounts of Khonshu and Ma’at.”

(Y/N)’s eyes lit up, and they felt Ma’at in their mind, ready to speak her piece.

“You’ve been banished once for nearly exposing us, Khonshu,” said Osiris. “And Ma’at, to disappear from communication and to return with such a young Avatar…we had thought higher of you.”

Am I…not supposed to be an Avatar? thought (Y/N).

“To see you both engaged in such garishness…with masks and weapons…we despise it,” said Osiris. “Manipulate the sky again, and we will imprison you in stone.”

“Spare me your self-righteous threats!” said Khonshu, speaking angrily through Marc. “I was banished for not abandoning humanity, unlike the rest of you!”

“We have not abandoned humanity,” said Horus. “They abandoned us.”

“Of course they did. We serve as nothing but relics if we are not active in their world,” said Ma’at.

(Y/N) shivered as she spoke through them. It was an odd sensation. They could hear bits of their own voice speaking, but it was like they were a ventriloquist’s dummy.

“We simply trust our Avatars to carry out our purposes without calling undue attention to ourselves,” said Horus. “Not like some of us.”

“Avatars are not enough! We need the might of the gods,” said Khonshu. “Return from the opulence of the Overvoid before you lose this realm.”

“For the last time, Khonshu,” said Osiris. “The Avatars that remain here are simply meant to observe.” His eyes went to (Y/N). “And speaking of Avatars…”

(Y/N) had a bad feeling.

“Ma’at. When you left the Overvoid and declared yourself to defending humanity with an Avatar, we did not anticipate you’d go against your own beliefs and choose such a young human,” said Osiris.

“I chose an Avatar that had a heart of truth, the only right choice for what I uphold,” said Ma’at.

“We do not choose such young Avatars,” said Isis. “It is forbidden due to the harm it could bring to them. I never thought you’d take advantage of such a young human.”

Ma’at isn’t supposed to use me as an Avatar?

(Y/N) felt something in their heart clench painfully. Being an Avatar was tough, isolating, and without their parents, they had no one. They had always thought helping Ma’at was worth it, being called upon by a higher power. But now they learned they weren’t supposed to be an Avatar. Ma’at, according to the other gods, had done something wrong by choosing them. According to them, she was taking advantage of them. (Y/N)’s heart twisted uncomfortably as that idea settled in their mind.

“There is no human who could uphold what all the gods are supposed to stand for better than (Y/N),” said Ma’at. “I will not apologize for choosing the right Avatar.”

“You are taking a child from their time of growth!” said Isis.

“And you abandon children by staying in the Overvoid, oh goddess of motherhood,” said Ma’at.

“Enough.” Osiris spoke with finality, and the two goddesses quieted.

(Y/N) was growing to really dislike the discussion. They didn’t want so much attention on them, not when it was causing their mind to spin in a thousand anxious directions. It was too much for them to deal with.

“No matter what Avatar you chose, we all long ago agreed to not meddle in the affairs of man,” said Osiris. “And you, Khonshu and Ma’at, have gone against that. We will decide our best course of action.”

“Speak your purpose,” said Isis. “So that we may finish this.”

“I call for judgement against Arthur Harrow,” said Khonshu.

“The charges?” said Hathor.

“Conspiracy to release Ammit!” said Khonshu.

“That is a heavy accusation, Khonshu,” said Osiris. “Ma’at, do you support these charges?”

“Yes,” said Ma’at.

Osiris nodded. “Let us summon the accused.”

Wind whipped through the pyramid as another doorway opened up. Harrow, having expected this since the moon covered the sun, stepped through and into the Great Pyramid.

(Y/N) was unsure about this. Harrow was a manipulative speaker, able to use the truth in ways that supported himself and avoiding the deeper truth of how he was hurting people. (Y/N) wasn’t sure Khonshu, righteous and angry, could keep up with the cunning wordcraft employed by Harrow.

“So, I see by the presence of Khonshu’s current, makeshift Avatar and Ma’at’s poor, young Avatar, the purpose of our meeting must be nefarious,” said Harrow, instantly on a “kindly” offensive.

“You know exactly why we are here,” said Khonshu.

“I must admit I do not miss the sound of that voice,” said Harrow. “But speak, old master, to the point.”

“Do you not seek to release Ammit from her tomb?” said Khonshu.

“I was in the desert. But if visiting the sands were a crime, the line of sinners would be longer than the Nile,” said Harrow.

(Y/N) had called it. Harrow was speaking in half-truths, keeping his words from being truthful or false. He avoided plain words. (Y/N) detested people like that, who twisted everything instead of getting to the point.

“Khonshu has searched for Ammit’s tomb since he ensared me into his service,” said Harrow.

That was a true statement, unfortunately.

“His vision is obscured by jealousy, paranoia, and his—”

“He is a deceiver!” Khonshu’s voice boomed.

Khonshu isn’t great, but he’s being truthful right now, thought (Y/N).

“Do not trust the word of a shamed god,” said Harrow.

“Then trust my word,” said Ma’at. “Athur Harrow wishes to release Ammit and call judgement upon the living before their time.”

Harrow turned and smiled at the gods. “Are you sure you wish to listen to the words of a goddess who preyed on a naïve child at their darkest moment?”

(Y/N)’s blood ran cold.

“Ma’at took (Y/N) (L/N) as an Avatar moments after their parents died and they nearly did, as well. She claims to uphold justice and truth, yet she uses a teenager that she coerced out of fear into being her Avatar,” said Harrow. “How can we trust she is still upholding the values she claims to if she espouses justice yet manipulates so young a person?”

No, no, stop! thought (Y/N).

“Ma’at and Khonshu have lost their ways, and their Avatars are unwell, manipulated and used unjustly,” said Harrow plainly, catching the attention of all the gods in attention. He commanded the room. “This child is confused, afraid, unable to handle the role of Avatar because they are not meant for it—they have been forced into it. And this man literally does not know his own name. He has a marriage certificate under the name of Marc Spector—”

“Liar!” cried Khonshu.

“Do not speak on what you do not know!” hissed Ma’at, and (Y/N)’s mind burned as the goddess’s anger spoke through them at her choice in Avatar being challenged.

“Employment records under the name of Steven Grant,” continued Harrow, knowing that provoking the gods to anger only helped his cause.

“Stop!” Marc’s voice came through.

“I’ve seen him speak to himself,” said Harrow.

“Shut up!” It was more Marc’s voice than Khonshu’s.

“Threaten himself.” Harrow chuckled. “I have no idea how many personalities he must possess. The man is clearly insane.”

Marc snapped and threw a punch at Harrow. Osiris stood and raised a hand. Silver bands of light appeared around Marc’s wrist and pulled his hand back. He was forced to his knees, restrained.

“We will not tolerate violence in this chamber,” declared Osiris.

“It brings me no pleasure to tell you that this is a deeply troubled man,” said Harrow. “Khonshu is taking advantage of him in the same way that he abused me, the way he aspires to abuse this court. Take action now before it’s too late.”

“Let us speak to Marc Spector,” said Horus.

Marc was released from his bonds and caught himself. (Y/N) knelt beside him in concern, making sure he was alright.

“Are you unwell?” asked Horus.

Marc looked around and felt (Y/N)’s hand on his shoulder, steadying him as best they could. He nodded shakily. “I am. I am unwell. I need help…But that doesn’t change the fact that this man is…” He groaned and put his head down.

“This is a safe space for you to tell us if you feel exploited by Khonshu,” said Hathor. Yatzil’s eyes were creased in concern. “For you both to speak if you are exploited by the gods you serve.”

(Y/N) felt eyes on them, but they refused to look up. Their anxiety kept their voice in. They weren’t sure how they’d react if they met any of the Avatars’ eyes or heard the gods speak to them again.

“This isn’t about our feelings! We’re not the ones on trial here. He is!” snapped Marc. He had seen (Y/N)’s expression turn nervous and felt something fierce well up within himself. “This is about how dangerous he is if you would just listen for a second!”

“He has committed no offense,” said Osiris.

“He has hurt people.” (Y/N) found their voice and looked around. “He speaks so he does not lie, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t hiding his true intentions. I’ve seen him act; I’ve heard him speak. He serves Ammit and intends to release her. He has sentenced innocents to death and eternity frozen in the sands of the Duat for her. You must see he cannot be allowed to continue harming people!” They gazed intently at each of the Avatars, begging them and their gods to listen.

“The child has been taken in by Ma’at. They believe they serve some form of truth higher than themself. She has ensured they believe all she says,” said Harrow, shaking his head.

“This isn’t about Ma’at,” said (Y/N). “This is what I’ve seen, and I cannot lie. I speak the truth!”

“He has committed no crime,” said Osiris, standing.

(Y/N)’s eyes widened. They weren’t listening.

“This matter is concluded,” said Osiris with finality.

The Avatars’ eyes glowed, and they were released from speaking for their deities. (Y/N) felt Ma’at leave their mind, and the pressure in their head lessened. Harrow nodded graciously and watched the Avatars pass through their doorways to return to their lives on noninterference. Then, Harrow turned and walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Marc behind with the burden of failure on their shoulders.

“Marc?” asked (Y/N), kneeling beside him. “Are you alright?”

“The gods…didn’t listen,” said Marc, glaring at the ground.

“What are we going to do?” said (Y/N). “We were already out of leads…”

“There is another way.”

Marc and (Y/N) looked up. Yatzil stood in front of them. She motioned for them to follow her to a corridor to speak quietly. (Y/N) and Marc glanced at each other for a moment before following. They needed any help they could get.

“You must listen to me carefully,” said Yatzil.

“Yes. Yes,” said Marc, urging her to continue.

“Ammit was buried in secret, the location hidden even from the gods,” explained Yatzil. “Ammit had many followers. I didn’t know who to trust.”

“But someone had to know something,” said (Y/N).

Yatzil nodded. “One man. A medjay named Senfu. He was tasked with recording the location of the tomb in case the gods ever changed their minds and decided to show mercy. Find Senfu’s sarcophagus, and you’ll find your tomb.”

“Okay. How are we supposed to do that?” asked Marc.

“His sarcophagus was stolen and sold on the black market,” said Yatzil. “You might want to start there.”

“The black market?” murmured Marc.

(Y/N) straightened. “I think I can help with that.”

Marc looked at them. “You can?”

“Remember? I’m a thief,” said (Y/N), smiling slightly. "I might recognize someone."

Marc returned the smile.

"Be safe,” said Yatzil to the two other Avatars. “I wish you luck. If what you say is true, we are in danger.”

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Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Nine

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Teen! Reader

Summary: (Y/N) decides to step in (as usual) and help Chloe and Lucifer. Then, they go out with their friends.

(Y/N), Chloe, and Amenadiel walked in the LAPD office with Mother Angelica, who was escorted by two other officers.

“(Y/N)?” said Lucifer, blinking in surprise as he saw (Y/N).

“Oh, hey, Dad,” said (Y/N). “Chloe gave me a ride here.”

“They were very helpful in the case,” said Chloe, nodding.

“Of course they were. Detective work runs in the family,” said Lucifer proudly.

(Y/N) rolled their eyes but smiled. “I think it was more like the nuns really liked me?”

Amenadiel nodded. “They like angels.”

“Again, I’m just kind of Celestial,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“I must admit, I’m a little confused about this. Nuns?” repeated Lucifer.

“They thought (Y/N) was the best person they’d ever met,” said Chloe. “They got the sisters to tell them a secret they’d been hiding for Mother Angelica.”

“Huh,” said Lucifer, looking at (Y/N) in surprise.

Again, they shrugged. They still didn’t feel…good? Kind? Holy? Divine?-enough to be an angel, but the nuns had liked them, so they supposed something was Celestial about them.

“I’m just happy to help catch killers,” said (Y/N). “I don’t like murder.”

“Profound,” said Chloe. “But I’d prefer if Amenadiel took over, now. He’s an…angel, so they will like him, too.”

“What about me?” huffed Lucifer. He was more than fine with (Y/N) being praised, but putting Amenadiel above him? By Chloe no less? Absolutely not.

“Lucifer, you met a priest, and he didn’t react like that to you,” said Chloe, crossing her arms.

“…Fine,” conceded Lucifer.

“Can’t I stay? I was kind of having fun,” said (Y/N) eagerly.

“You can stay in the building, but that’s only because I know you’ll ignore me and do it anyways if I don’t just say yes,” said Chloe. She had an admonishing but motherly tone, and (Y/N) shrugged at the truth of her statement. “But I don’t want you near a murder suspect. Amenadiel is an adult and can decide to put himself at risk. Ethically, I wouldn’t feel right doing that with you.”

“I fought an angel,” grumbled (Y/N). “I can handle a human.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” said Chloe and Lucifer at the same time. Surprised, they glanced at one another.

Amenadiel looked between the pair. It was clear that despite the slight fight going on, they still cared about each other, and the transition into the parenting dynamic towards (Y/N) was still going on.

“Fine, fine,” said (Y/N). They sat down at Chloe’s desk. “But I’m staying because I still want to talk to you.” It was their turn to have stern tone.

“Me?” said Chloe.

“You,” said (Y/N), crossing their arms. “Because I get to handle all of your bickering.”

Chloe and Lucifer looked away from one another, and Amenadiel nearly chuckled at the way (Y/N) rolled their eyes.

“Go and get the confession so we can talk,” said (Y/N), shooing Amenadiel and Chloe towards the interrogation room.

“I do have a job to do,” said Chloe, eager to escape the intensity of (Y/N)’s gaze.

She had seen (Y/N) handle problems (and heard of incidents with them “handling” people like Michael), so they knew they were going to talk about the “gift from God” issue, and that made her nervous. She needed an excuse to get away.

“I’ll assist,” said Amenadiel, following her.

“What are you going to speak the Detective about?” asked Lucifer, confused.

“You get to stay on Earth, so you two shouldn’t be fighting,” said (Y/N), folding their arms. “This whole ‘gift from God’ mess is just people not communicating again, so I’m gonna force it to work out.”

“…I believe Dr. Linda would argue that forcing things to work out isn’t the best course of action,” said Lucifer. (Y/N) narrowed their eyes at him, and he cleared his throat. “But I am…honored that you’re willing to help me.”

That was the truth. Lucifer wasn’t sure what to say to Chloe, and he suspected any explanation he tried to give would just upset Chloe. But (Y/N)…they seemed to understand people. Yes, they could be abrasive, but they were a natural mediator. They were willing to say and do what was needed.

And Lucifer couldn’t be prouder of them for it. That was his kid. He loved them.

Unfortunately, that first day, Chloe didn’t have time to talk after her interview. She and Amenadiel had to follow more leads to try to figure out the case. Lucifer, still sullen his brother had been chosen for the case, returned home, and (Y/N) followed because sleep was important. (And Chloe got to escape her own interrogation).

However, (Y/N) was stubborn as much as Lucifer was and could wait as long as it took Chloe to finish her case to speak to her. So when (Y/N) learned on the news that the culprit had been caught and arrested, (Y/N) instantly headed back to the LAPD. Chloe wasn’t avoiding this. (Y/N) wanted her and their Dad to make.

“Chloe?” said (Y/N) as they entered the LAPD office.

“Oh, (Y/N). I wasn’t expecting you,” said Chloe, looking up from her paperwork.

“I said I wanted to talk, and I was serious,” said (Y/N).

“I have—”

“—I waited for you to catch the perpetrator, but paper work can wait. You and my dad’s relationship can’t,” said (Y/N). They took a deep breath and spoke more softly. “Please. Just give me a chance to try to explain what I think about this.”

Chloe bit her lip. She was still upset about being a gift from God, but (Y/N)…they looked so sincere, so vulnerable. She nodded. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

In the quiet office, (Y/N) and Chloe walked to an interrogation room.

“Alright,” said (Y/N), sitting down across from her. “How are you feeling?”

“…It’s all a lot,” said Chloe. “It has been since I learned Lucifer really is the Devil.” She sighed. “It seems adults don’t take it well, no matter how much we try.”

(Y/N) nodded and shrugged. “It’s a lot. I get that. That’s okay. But, Chloe, you learned how to deal with Lucifer’s identity because you realized he’s still him, right?”

“I did,” said Chloe. “And I’m very sorry for doubting that.”

“He knows,” said (Y/N), smiling. “But now you’re not sure about the ‘gift from God’ idea.”

Chloe looked down. “I just…how am I supposed to feel about how I…feel about him with all of that affecting how I see him?”

“I don’t think it is,” said (Y/N) plainly.

Chloe raised her eye and frowned. “What?”

“The nuns liked Amenadiel, right?” said (Y/N).

“Yeah. Because he’s an angel,” said Chloe. “Like you.”

“I’m not—Whatever,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes. “The point is, everyone is thinking they like Amenadiel because of who he is, not because he’s just likable.”

“Yeah,” said Chloe.

“Which makes sense because he’s divine. He’s an example of what they have faith in, so they feel their faith in him. They see a reflection of their feelings and beliefs,” said (Y/N).

“Right….” said Chloe slowly, confused about where (Y/N) was going.

“Haven’t you realized that it’s the same with Dad?” asked (Y/N). “People are drawn to him because he represents their deepest desires. They see their own feelings in him, and that’s why he can charm so many people.”

“Yeah, and that’s the problem,” said Chloe. “I don’t…I don’t want that to be why I care about him.”

(Y/N) resisted the urge to roll their eyes. Why did God make adults idiots? “Chloe, why do you like my dad?”

“He’s hard working. He tries to do the right thing, even when he gets it wrong. He gives people second chances. Lucifer’s nicer than people give him credit for. He’s sarcastic, but he’s loyal,” said Chloe.

“Does any of that have to do with what you desire outside of what anyone would want in a friend or partner?” asked (Y/N).

“No…” said Chloe slowly.

“Do you see him as your desires?” said (Y/N).

“I mean, no. His abilities don’t work on me,” said Chloe. “But that’s because I’m a gift from God.”

“Chloe,” said (Y/N), leaning forward. “You are the only mortal who sees my dad for who he is.”

“You—”

“I saw him as a possible family when I first met him,” said (Y/N), shaking their head. “I became immune to his abilities when we started to actually connect as family and I became more Celestial. You are the only person who could just see him from the beginning.”

“But I’m still a gift—”

“The gift is your ability to see him,” said (Y/N). “Because the only thing God changed about you was your immunity to my dad’s abilities.”

Chloe’s eyes widened. “So that means…everything else was just…me?”

Took her long enough. Adults. (Y/N) smiled. “I think so. You and my Dad have a more legitimate relationship based on actual feelings than he could ever have with another mortal. Even Eve just saw freedom, her own desire, in him. You just see Lucifer.”

“Our relationship is real,” said Chloe, a smile appearing on her face as her heartbeat quickened. “And his vulnerability…”

“Is because he feels vulnerable with you because you see him,” said (Y/N).

“What about his invulnerability around you?” said Chloe, worried there was a flaw in (Y/N)’s thinking.

“He’s my dad. He wants to protect me,” said (Y/N), shrugging. “That means he remains unable to be hurt. So he can protect me.”

Chloe nearly laughed. It all made sense. A large weight lifted from her shoulders.

“So, do you think you guys can actually talks things out now?” asked (Y/N), more hesitant now. Logic they could do, but they weren’t sure about how Chloe still felt.

“I think so,” said Chloe, smiling. “Thank you, (Y/N). I’m going to talk to him now.”

“Good for you guys,” said (Y/N). “I’ll be out with my friends tonight, anyways.” They stood and headed towards the door. “Bye, Chloe. If my Dad acts stupid, just slap some sense into him.”

“(Y/N),” said Chloe, and (Y/N) paused and looked back. “I know you don’t believe it, but I think Amenadiel and Lucifer are right. You’re an angel.”

“I’m just trying to help out,” said (Y/N).

“Exactly,” said Chloe, smiling.

(Y/N) blinked, turned away, and walked out of the LAPD office. Outside, their friends were waiting in the car.

“What’s that look on your face for, Birdie? Did the discussion not go well?” said Em as (Y/N) entered.

“No, it went well,” said (Y/N), frowning. “I just got called an angel a bunch.”

“Aren’t you technically one?” said Olive.

“Technically they’d be the antichrist, correct?” said Leon.

“I don’t know,” said (Y/N) evasively.

“I think you’re an angel. An actual one, unlike Michael or Uriel,” said Em.

“What does that mean?” asked Noa.

“(Y/N) is an actually good person who tries to make the world a better place. That’s what an angel should do. Hell, that’s what God and the Divine are supposed to be,” said Em.

“Huh, I hadn’t thought of that, but (Y/N) does act like that,” said Marcel. “Even if they are rough around the edges.”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes. “I’m just me.”

“Birdie, that’s exactly my point,” said Em, smirking.

“If you try to change my nickname to ‘angel,’ I’m throwing you out the car,” said (Y/N).

“I take it back, you’re a demon.”

Laughter went up in the car, and (Y/N) was happy to push all the thoughts out of their head. They knew who they were. They didn’t care about being anything more than themself. Why should they? They were just a teenager. That was hard enough.

(Y/N) sat in car next to Em. At the other window sat Noa, leaning over Olive’s shoulder as she drove. Leon sat in the front seat with Marcel on their lap. (Six people + five seat car = illegal sitting).

“So, shopping trip?” said Noa.

“Yep! I want to buy some new dresses for summer,” said Olive. She grinned. “I love sundresses.”

“Can we go to the bookstore?” asked Leon.

“Duh, of course,” said Olive.

“I want to walk through TJ Maxx or HomeGoods!” chirped Marcel.

“I love those places. It has everything,” said Noa.

“You do not need more mugs,” teased Em.

“There are new Hello Kitty themed mugs. I need those,” said Noa.

“Sure you do,” said (Y/N) with a laugh, rolling their eyes.

“Well what do you want to buy? More fabric as always?” said Noa playfully. They knew (Y/N)’s habits well.

“You can never have enough,” said (Y/N) primly. “But for your information, I just want to get some clothes for summer like Olive. No idea what, though.”

“I’ll go looking with you,” said Em.

“We can split up after the bookstore to find what we need, then,” said Olive. “Noa, want to come with me? We already know Marcel and Leon are going to be a couple and go around the mall together.”

“You’re just jealous,” said Marcel. Leon smiled.

“Oh, yeah, jealous that you two are the ones who have share a seat with someone,” said Noa, rolling their eyes with a laugh as they pulled into the mall.

“I’m fine not being cramped,” laughed (Y/N).

“I don’t mind,” said Leon, hugging Marcel from behind, and Marcel blushed.

Em snickered.

“Alright, has everyone who bought books paid?” said (Y/N), checking on the group as they stepped outside of the bookstore.

Leon, Em, and Noa nodded and held up their bags.

“Okay, then I’m going to go browse stores with Em. We’ll catch up with you guys in…two hours?” suggested (Y/N).

“We’ll text if we want to meet up earlier,” said Olive, grabbing Noa by the hand and dragging them away.

“Have fun,” said Marcel.

“We’ll see you later,” said Leon.

Soon enough, it was just (Y/N) and Em walking side-by-side through the mall.

“So, what type of clothes do we want to find?” asked Em.

“I need some new shirts and shorts,” said (Y/N). “And I don’t have the time to make everything from scratch right now, so if I can find some good pieces, that’ll be enough. I can adjust them if needed.”

Em nodded in understanding. “I’m looking for a couple tops and skirts. Let’s just see what different stores have to offer.”

They wandered into the first store they found and began looking through what was on sale (clearance first. Always).

“So, do you think Chloe and Lucifer are finally going to get together?” asked Em as they went.

“I mean, I’d be happy for them, but I don’t like to think about my dad dating.” (Y/N) made a face. “Ew.”

“I’ve been here long enough to know that humans date and it’s normal,” teased Em.

“Yeah, but that’s my dad,” said (Y/N).

“How do you think he feels about the idea of you dating?” said Em.

“Someone would have to ask me out for that to even be a possible situation,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes. “And until my life calms down a bit again, I don’t know how good I’d be for someone else.”

“I’m sure someone who really cared about you would understand,” said Em.

(Y/N) smiled. “I hope so.”

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#another chapter another day of Red acting as an unlicensed relationship therapist while being as dense as a rock when it comes to their own #love life #adolescent antichrist

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