#meanwhile I think mob always trusted reigen

[waitineedaname]

genuinely cannot get over how similar reigen and dimple's arcs are, how reigen wants to "be somebody" and how dimple wants to be deified and worshiped, and both are willing to lie and manipulate to get there

and then at the end they realize they don't have to be somebody important for everyone. it's enough to just be someone important for one kid who needs them, who trusts them and deserves their honesty

[justphilia]

Ghost!Mob AU

Hello, hello, hello! ‘Tis I again with another long AU post. I literally cracked my knuckles, took a sip from my tea, and started writing so buckle up because this will be a ride!

As the AU name suggests, Mob is, indeed, dead. So...TW Major Character Death but not really.

I debated between having his death be the time he first exploded and the time Teru attacked him, but went with the latter because the first one doesn’t work out the way I want it to (if Shige dies before meeting Reigen, then a lot of stuff that needs to happen can’t happen)

It happens when Teru’s choking Shigeo, and in canon, Shigeo’s suppose to explode right? But he doesn’t in this case. In this case, Shigeo’s so dead set on not using his powers that Teru accidentally chokes the air out of him. (I kicked the table from how much I hate myself for hurting Teru)

So Shigeo’s dead yeah? (I really don’t want to go into detail man holy shit I have the shivers) And, almost like canon, Teru’s reaction is to flee the scene. But the thing about Shigeo is that he has, like, two consciousness(?) inside him. Him and ???% (I like to call him Bom. Hehe, like, boom, explosion--), so when he died, the two gets separated.

Guess who gets who!

Teru gets Shigeo and Reigen gets Bom (contemplated having Ritsu instead but it’d make more sense if Reigen does.)

Teru wakes up the next day with that god awful fever because “Oh my god, I think...I think I killed a guy.” and it only worsens when Shigeo’s expressionless face suddenly hovered over him.

Teru’s too weak to do anything, so the most he does is flail around while Shigeo stares. The thing about Shigeo without Bom is that he’s almost devoid of emotions, so he’s not particularly upset that he’s dead (yet), and after Teru finally calms down, he speaks in a really dead tone.

“You look sick.”

“Are you real?”

Shigeo looks around, then sort of nods like, “Mhm.”

Then Teru passes out from fever and shock.

Meanwhile, Reigen wakes up to crying in his house. If that didn’t scare his bloody pants off, then I don’t know what could truly scare this man. He carefully gets out of bed, phone in hand in case he has to call Shigeo (oof), but when he sees who’s crying, he stops.

“Mob?” He saw the news, he knows, he knows, that it can’t be his student. They found his body and--

Bom, poor child, looks up, and he looks like that black murky form from the anime. “Shishou.” Look, he really as no one else to go to, and the feelings of resentment hasn’t fully manifested yet, so Bom still lowkey trusts the man. 

“Um, are you...okay?” Mind you, Reigen has never seen a Mob explosion before, so although he does recognize that Bom is Shigeo, he’s not super sure what he is. Then the whole story comes spilling out and Reigen panics. 

Because, one, he needs to find Teru before the authorities get to him first, or that kid’s in big trouble, and two, how would Shigeo’s family react to Shigeo being a ghost?

Both Shigeo and Bom aren’t aware that they’re separated, so Reigen doesn’t know that Bom isn’t complete, and he only gets a feeling that something’s wrong when Bom’s being more expressive than Shigeo regularly is.

Anyway, cut to Ritsu, who’s in mourning, but decides to hide it through going to school. He slips out of the house without his parents noticing, and he knows he doesn’t look good at all, but he doesn’t care because he just doesn’t want to think about Shigeo being gone. He doesn’t. 

He’s in school, and the first person who pulls him aside is Tsubomi, who looks pretty as always, but Ritsu’s observant enough to see the god amount of makeup hiding her puffy eyes. 

“Is it true?”

“I--”

“Is it?”

“Why do you care?” Ritsu hisses and Tsubomi looks mildly hurt.

“He’s my friend!”

“Was!”

“So it really is true then.” Tsubomi says softly, and she looks like she’s about to cry again. 

No one talks to Ritsu at all the whole day, and he can’t tell if it’s because they want to give him some space or if they’re afraid of his pissed off face. 

And uuhhh, I guess he briefly passes by an argument between Musashi and Onigawara, and Ritsu learns it’s kinda Oni’s fault that Shigeo’s...

So Big Cleanup Arc happens, but Ritsu’s super super pissed!

A lot of plot holes after this, because Awakening Lab doesn’t really recruit Ritsu? Or it just doesn’t happen at all? The deliquents don’t attack, and I guess DImple meeting Ritsu still happens? I’ll probably fix it someday.

It gets a bit blurry after this, but I do know Shigeo and Bom don’t reunite until end of Seventh Division Arc, and Shigeo ends up sticking around Ritsu the most. Like a guardian angel of sort? And of course, Shigeo’s resting form is his canon spirit form. It’s so cute, how could I not?

[tinkertoysdamn]

Title:  Discovery Channel

Fandom: Mob Psycho 100

Pairing: Serizawa/Reigen

Rating:  I don’t know, Teen?

Summary:  Mob finally presents as an Alpha and goes to talk to an adult he can trust about his concerns.  He gets Reigen and Serizawa instead.  Hilarity ensues. 

Warnings:  A/B/O Dynamics; stupid, stupid humor; this is dumb, literally an excuse for dialogue; this is a total shitpost of a story

Remember: at least two of you said you wanted to see this

Sweat had been pouring down Mob’s forehead all day.  He could just not stop.  His uniform clung to his body and he itched.  He was hot, he was sticky and everyone was staring.  Mob just knew that he smelled.  Things were happening, he had gone through the Talk like every other kid in school but still, was everything supposed to be this awful? 

There were so many rumors about this kind of thing that no amount of mandated Sex Ed was going to clear it up.  He needed to talk to an adult.  But he really didn’t want to discuss the humiliating changes his body was going through with his parents.  So that meant going to the only other adult he truly trusted.

“Hey Mob,” Reigen greeted the boy as he walked through the front door of Spirits and Such.  “We weren’t expecting you—oh my god did something just die?”  Reigen wrinkled his nose and waved his hand in front of his face.

Mob knew it was bad, but not that bad.  Serizawa had been making tea but now his entire body was stiff.   He was eyeing Mob with suspicion.  Serizawa had never acted that way before.   

Meanwhile, Reigen reached for one of his “physical exorcism” towels and covered his nose.  “Congratulations Mob, you’ve presented.”  Reigen opened his desk drawer and rummaged through it. He pulled out a bar of soap charmingly called “Pheromone De-Stink.”  He thrust it at Mob.  “Now go wash up in the bathroom.” 

The boy took the soap bar with a small pout.  “But Shishou, why do you even have this?”

“I work with teenagers, you didn’t think I’d be prepared for this?”  Reigen’s voice was muffled behind the towel.  His eyes were watering.  “Didn’t think it’d be this bad.”

“Um,” Mob did not want to be banished to the bathroom just yet.  He shifted in his seat.  “I have some questions.” 

“The first couple days are always the worst,” Reigen said, in serious teacher mode despite the towel. “All your hormones are mixed up and pumping out pheromones like crazy.  It’ll even out but right now you reek.” 

The boy was still not satisfied.  He looked up and Serizawa was doing this strange posturing behind Reigen.  His aura was just all over the place.  That was weird.  Mob decided to ignore it.  “Some of the boys at school said some things about being an Alpha—"

Reigen started rattling off advice, counting it on his fingers.  “Look, just because you’ve presented as an Alpha doesn’t mean you will end up with an Omega.”

“But you and Serizawa—”

“None of your business,” Reigen interrupted.  Did Serizawa just growl?  “Biological sex does not predetermine attraction.  Alphas end up with other Alphas and Omegas date other Omegas all the time.  Hell, sometimes love and sexual attraction just don’t line up at all.”

While all that was useful, it wasn’t what Mob needed.  “That’s not quite—”

“You could still end up with that Hanazawa kid,” Reigen reassured him.

Wow, Master Reigen really was wise.  It wasn’t what concerned Mob at that moment but that was going to come up down the line. Especially since Teru-kun had already presented as an Alpha.  “Oh, that’s good.”

“Now go to the bathroom,” Reigen ordered.  “I am literally choking right now.”  He finally noticed Mob looking past him.  “Is something happening behind me?”  Reigen turned his head to see Serizawa’s odd dance, complete with aura light show. The older man was presenting like a mandrill. 

Reigen uncovered his face. “What the hell are you doing?” 

Serizawa stopped and had the grace to look embarrassed.  “I, uh—”

“Are you threatened right now?” Reigen asked, referring to Serizawa’s bizarre Alpha swaggering.  “By MOB of all people?” He said this as if the very idea was the most ludicrous thing he had ever heard.  

“I’m sorry,” Serizawa tried to explain, “it’s the smell and psychic powers make it worse.”

Reigen just shook his head. “Alphas, I swear,” he muttered, rubbing his face.  He looked up at his student.  “I don’t want you two destroying my office; go wash up.” 

While what Reigen said had been interesting, Mob was curious as to what another Alpha could tell him. “Doesn’t Serizawa have any advice?”

The older ESPer’s aura flared.  It seemed that Serizawa resisted answering for a moment before blurting out: “Don’t knot someone without their permission.”

Reigen’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head.  He spun around in his chair to confront his partner.  “He’s way too young for that!”

“Well, yes but—” Serizawa was bright red. 

But not as red as Reigen was getting.  He rose to his feet, hands flailing in agitation.  “Why would you even bring that up?”

Mob had no idea what was happening but Serizawa looked very upset.  “Because I don’t want him making the same mistake I made,” Serizawa said, advancing on the shorter man. 

Reigen hissed in embarrassment.  “It happened once!”

The two men were now only a hair’s breathe apart, Serizawa shaking with some emotion Mob couldn’t identify.  “And you couldn’t walk for an entire day.”

Reigen leered at Serizawa, hand gripping the older man’s tie.  “Yeah and your little Alpha hindbrain loved it, didn’t you?”  The two of them were about two seconds from making out until Reigen remembered that Mob was still sitting right there.  Reigen looked back over his shoulder in horror, terrified that he had just scarred his student for life.  “Uh—" 

The chair squeaked as Mob pushed it back.  “I’m going to go wash up now,” the boy muttered.

Reigen stepped back from Serizawa as if the other man were on fire.  He smoothed down the front of his suit while poor Serizawa just wandered over to the other side of the office.  “Yeah, you go do that.”

As the door to the bathroom closed, Mob could hear Reigen say: “You are so sleeping on the couch tonight.”  

[fireflysummers]

Discworld x Mob Psycho 100

This time worked on a crossover post with @ofpaintedflowers with help from @happikattwuzheere

Feel free to add on ideas. I’ll probably do so as I continue thinking about this crossover. 

Reigen has set up a Spirits and Such Consultation in the heart of Ankh-Morpork

And like, there's plenty of REAL psychics and mediums around, but Reigen somehow attracts a fair bit of busniess? And it drives everybody insane because THEY KNOW

Reigen is Nearly Arrested every other week. He drives Vimes crazy but Vimes tolerates him because he can tell Reigen is one of the Good Ones.

Despite Reigen’s business being a legitimate scam, Carrot really likes Reigen and finds him inspirational. Vimes isn’t jealous of this at all. Angua Does Not Trust Him.

Lord Vetinari is also aware of Reigen and has long since realized that letting him do his thing is probably in everybody's best interests, so he puts out a general notice that people are to kind of turn a blind eye to the man's more illegal activities

The fact that Vetinari has made an exception for Reigen makes people all second-guess whether or not Reigen is legit or fake

Mob is an enigma. The few that know about him think he may be a Sourcerer, or maybe even a demigod, but nobody is sure and Mob isn't either. The best description is that he's a male witch.

Those with First Sight are unnerved around Mob because they can at least sense the presence of ???%.

Whatever Mob is, Ritsu apparently has a bit of it too. He studies under Ponder Stibbons at the Unseen University.

Meanwhile Dimple has actually achieved godhood because on the Disc all it takes is enough belief. He aspires for more, but finds the gods boring to hang out with anyways and so hangs around Mob trying to convince him to become his Chosen One

Teru is a half elf. Which explains his flair, his need for the spotlight, and his love of illusions and masks. But he's also terrified because if anybody finds out, he'd be dead so fast. 

Touchirou is actually a demigod, which is why Shou is significantly weaker than his father.

Tsubomi was nannied by Susan for a little while before she took her job in Quirm. As a result she is relatively nonplussed by the supernatural and has all the makings of a witch...if that’s what she wants, that is.

Mezato keeps attempting to get an internship at the press.

Reigen is super protective of Mob because there are a lot of people around Ankh Morpork that would either like him dead or to use him for their own nefarious deeds. He's also worried about Vetinari finding out about Mob.

The thing is though that Vetinari always finds out. And he's not happy because there's already been one Sourcery incident, and he was turned into a newt. He doesn't want that to happen again.

So I raise you this: Showdown between Vetinari and Mob. No fighting, no powers. Just the two in his office, drinking tea and talking.

[silvensei]

Chapter 3: Reigen steepled his fingers and took a deep breath. “Okay,” he admitted. “Okay. Time for the ol’ switcheroo.” Words: 2k

Guess what happens when you like platonic relationships, body swap scenarios, and Mob Psycho 100 a bit too much?? This. This is what happens. Mostly comedy; angst kept to a minimum. Rated T probably

So this part went on longer than expected, and the next part is long-ish, too, so this ends a bit abruptly, just as a notice

Available above on AO3, [here] on FFnet, and right below the cut

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

The fifteen-minute walk back to the consultation office seemed longer than the original walk to the café. Maybe, Reigen thought, it technically was longer, considering his legs were shorter than they were earlier.

Musings such as this buzzed through his head as he strolled next to Mob. He led the way, not paying any mind to his professional sort of saunter, one hand in his pocket and the other hooking Mob’s schoolbag over his shoulder. It was how he always walked (sans bag). However, with his newfound lack of height, he realized he started to fall behind.

He scowled at having to rush to catch up. Now they can’t even walk correctly anymore? After all, Mob never had trouble keeping up with Reigen on a normal day.

A few minutes passed like this, silence hanging between them. Even though he was still feeling a faint thrum of lingering soreness from…whatever was the source, it gradually concentrated along his spine. He rolled his shoulders and shifted uncomfortably, finding that standing a little taller alleviated the excess pressure. Reigen understood that he wasn’t using the body his habits were made for, but walking? Just walking to a destination was going to be an issue now? The movies never addressed this….

Well, if ambling along like himself wasn’t what this body wanted to do, then maybe he should try walking like Mob: collected, inconspicuous, proper.

It worked. It seemed weird to his mind, but physically it felt natural. Reigen frowned at the mild disconnect that caused.

He had fallen a few steps behind again, but having just found a comfortable gait, he didn’t change pace. Instead, he focused on the man—or boy, really—in front of him. He was tall, a fact that only served to make Reigen feel short. His sandy orange-blond hair, while lighter in color than much of the country’s populous, appeared darker than he remembered. Did his hair always look like that?

Well, maybe it did. Reigen had only seen his hair before in the mirror and in photographs, both of which could easily alter his appearance depending on the lighting. This, however, was the real deal.

Reigen’s stomach turned. He was actually looking at the back of his own head. He was walking behind his own body. How many people could say they’ve done that?

He dropped his focus to the sidewalk. It didn’t make it much better, as the feet landing in front of him in a steady rhythm were nestled in white sneakers. Right. Mob’s shoes, not his. Mob’s clothes, Mob’s bag, Mob’s hands even.

Mob’s hair, too. Remembering his thought process at the café, he twirled a lock of hair around his finger. It was just as silky as he expected. He pushed his bangs back, running his fingers through the fluffy bowl cut. The early naggings of guilt made him pause. This guilt was an intriguing sensation he thought would never come from his hair—but then again, it wasn’t really his hair right now.

He shook his head, dislodging the roundabout train of thought as well as any tangles left in his hair. It happened, it’s done, and being caught up in trying to process it wasn’t going to help anyone. Focus on the positives instead.

At least they were acquainted already. Reigen didn’t have to worry about leaving his body to a stranger of unknown trustworthiness. He also was a successful con man and knew enough of Mob’s mannerisms that he could pull off a decent impression if he needed to. Mob’s family might be tough to fool, but with anyone else, he’d just have to be quiet and keep any gestures and body language to an absolute minimum.

He also could use psychic powers. Whether it was because some of Mob’s powers stayed behind or what, he didn’t know, but he’d have been lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited to have them. With a bit of focus, he called the warm aura into view around his hand, watching one of the ethereal golden spires roll over his palm.

Looking back at Mob’s blond head, Reigen grinned; it didn’t feel as easy as it would have on his own face. He spied the ends of sandy orange hair lying against pale skin and, trying to concentrate the psychic energy to his fingertips, flicked the air. The result was negligible, shifting his hair as if the force were no more than a light breeze, but it caught Mob’s attention. He turned, briefly confused before dropping his gaze to find Reigen.

“Shishou?” he inquired, pausing a moment to let the shorter catch up.

Reigen waved him off. “It’s nothing. Just messing around with the new, erm, situation.”

“Ah, okay.”

They lapsed into another silence. The con man was beginning to get irked by the quiet as well as his much-too-stiff walk when his student asked again, “Um, Shishou, if I may…?”

Finally, some conversation. “What’s up, Mob?”

Mob was distinctly looking away from him at the sidewalk, eyebrows slightly drawn together. After a moment, he said, “I don’t think it’s healthy for your muscles to have this many knots at your age.”

He barely managed to stifle his laugh. “First Dimple, now you? Seems like everyone complains about my body but me.”

“Ah, no, no!” Mob hastily apologized. “It’s fine, really. I’m just concerned because you’re still young, but I feel so much older like this.”

How old was the kid, fourteen? “I’m twenty-seven, Mob,” Reigen told him, hand splayed over his chest. “While still relatively not-old, that’s still almost twice your age, which means you’re physically almost one hundred percent older than you were this morning, so of course you feel it!”

At the mere mention of numbers, Mob’s expression started to go slack, overworked brain only managing an “Uh-huh” while trying to process.

“The point is,” summed up his teacher, coming to a halt under the ‘Spirits and Such’ sign, “of course you feel older; you’re just not used to it. I am, though, and I assure you, it’s fine.”

Mob still looked unconvinced, rolling his shoulders a bit, but Reigen had a greater issue on his mind. “So, Mob,” he started slowly. “If we don’t get this whole thing worked out soon—if Dimple isn’t here, or if we can’t switch back fast enough—would your parents require you to come home? Like, they wouldn’t put up with you working a late shift and just staying the night with your trusty mentor so as to not worry them?”

“No, probably not. I have school tomorrow, and they wouldn’t like it if I made such short-notice plans.”

A quiet sigh escaped him. “That’s what I thought,” he relented before facing his office building.

He didn’t even reach the door before Mob announced, “Dimple’s not in there.”

“You sure?”

Mob nodded.

“…What if we’re both too weak right now to be able to sense him?”

Mob looked unconvinced. Reigen was also unconvinced, but they went inside and searched the office anyway. Four minutes later, back where they started, the ghost had unsurprisingly not been found, but at least they had put off the inevitable for a little bit longer.

Reigen steepled his fingers and took a deep breath. “Okay,” he admitted. “Okay. Time for the ol’ switcheroo.” He pointed his hands at his attentive student. “You’re going to have to go back to my apartment for the night. You’ve got my keys, my wallet, you know where it is; just take the train, and if you get lost, I can text you the address. Tomorrow, if you’d rather keep the office closed, I guess I can spare a day’s worth of pay. Meanwhile!” He pointed back at himself. “I’ve gotta go relive my youth for a bit: do homework, go to school, family meals, all that.”

“Should we tell Ritsu what happened?” Mob asked.

Ritsu. Oh shit, Ritsu. The kid already didn’t like or trust him. If he found out what had happened to his brother under his supervision…

Maybe Ritsu wouldn’t actually kill him when that would also kill Mob’s body. Then Reigen remembered Ritsu was an esper now and much more creative than his brother; the older man didn’t doubt the teen’s ability to bypass physical damage yet still cause harm. “No,” he announced. “No need to drag him into this as well. He would only worry about you.”

His student didn’t look happy about that decision, but he didn’t object. He watched Reigen for a moment before his eyes drifted to the darkening sky. “I guess we should go soon.”

“Yeah….” He could feel the beginnings of perspiration on the back of his neck. Despite his nerves, though, he clapped a firm hand on his disciple’s shoulder, noting how he did not like having to reach up to do that. “Don’t worry about it, Mob,” Reigen told him with a smile. “You’re an adult now, so play the part. You can do whatever you want.”

Mob took a deep breath. He nodded. Then he mimicked Reigen’s smile, making it look more like a half-smirk on that face. “Right you are, Mob,” he agreed with just a touch more volume.

Wow, that’s unsettling. He let go of his shoulder and laughed, if only to hide the discomfort. “Ah, alright then. Off to a good start, I see. So on that note—” Reigen slipped Mob’s bag over his shoulder, tapped the toe of his shoe against the ground, and lifted a hand. “Good night, Shishou.”

“Good night.”

They parted, Mob going back the way they came toward the station. Reigen had brought Mob home a couple times when the boy was younger, so he was hoping he still remembered the way. It wasn’t too far from the office.

The ache threatened to settle in his back again before he straightened up, grumbling all the while. He’s a grown man, having been walking his whole life, and now he has to completely readjust everything. Can he not? He’s psychic now; can’t he just float?

He stopped, looking down at his feet. What if they were…not on the ground? Mob’s white sneakers were starting to glow orange before he snapped his head up and continued walking at a brisk pace. “Nope, no, bad idea, very bad idea. I swear, I’m going to get this kid killed with my antics, and he isn’t even here this time.”

Caught up in trying not to be tempted to weigh the risks involved in testing various psychic powers, Reigen was at the Kageyamas’ front door in no time. With a huff, he relaxed his face. Mob was calm. Mob wasn’t emotional. And this is Mob’s own family. Be as boring as anything, Arataka, he told himself.

He opened the door to find Ritsu standing just inside the hallway, holding a hand towel. “Oh, there you are, Nii-san!” he said. “You’re home late.”

Reigen swallowed before giving him a small nod. Voice flat and even. “We had to go a bit further into town for our job today.”

Ritsu looked at him. Then a small smile appeared. “Well, you’re back just in time. Dinner’s on the table when you’re ready.”

“A-Alright.”

The boy continued into the kitchen, leaving Reigen to release the breath he didn’t know he had been holding. Okay, not bad. C’mon, you’re a con for a living! This is just lying with a bit of acting behind it. You got this.

He hesitated, just a second longer, before he untied Mob’s shoes and left them with his bag by the door. Brushing at his hair and adjusting his cuffs for good measure, he followed his ‘brother’ to the kitchen.