🌌The Hero's Guide to Saving Worlds and Accidentally Falling in Love™
Chapter One: Here I Am Again
By Hopeless Author
🌀Disclaimer (a.k.a. Please Don't Sue Me Senpai):
This is a fanfiction—a love letter written with zero legal credentials and all the heart of a caffeine-fueled anime marathoner. All rights to Fate/Stay Night belong to Type-Moon, Kinoko Nasu, and everyone else responsible for blessing (and emotionally scarring) us with the tale of one very self-sacrificing redhead and his messed-up Holy Grail adventures.
This chaotic crossover also welcomes whatever universe YOU—yes, you dear reader—decide to throw into the blender next. Be it Naruto, Attack on Titan, Bleach, One Piece, Dragon Ball, My Hero Academia, Dandadan, Chainsaw Man, Jujutsu Kaisen, RWBY, or even Star Wars, The Witcher, Marvel, DC, Avatar: The Last Airbender, or some random isekai with a guy who got hit by Truck-kun and now sells slime potions in another world—ANY of those may show up in this multiverse mess. I'm not saying it'll make sense. I'm just saying it'll happen. Probably. Eventually.
Nothing here is canon. Except Shirou being way too kind for his own good. That's always canon.
This story is unofficial, unaffiliated, unhinged, and unapologetically full of references. Expect character cameos, fourth-wall breaks, inside jokes, emotional whiplash, and Shirou Emiya trying his absolute best while life throws nuclear-level nonsense at him.
This is fanfiction, not federal law. Relax. Laugh. Cry. Spam that comment section. But please don't report me to the Counter Force. I barely survived my last Sealing Designation.
️ From the Desk of Hopeless Author ️ ️ ️
Yo! What's up, multiverse survivors? Hopeless Author here—your chaotic tour guide to fanfic fusion madness where plot logic is optional, but character interactions are everything.
So check this out: I've been cooking up a special kind of crossover that isn't bound by genre, timeline, or even sanity. It's called This Wasn't in the Contract, and it starts RIGHT NOW with Chapter One: Here I Am Again. And here's the kicker—it's not just a crossover between Fate/Stay Night and one other series. Oh no, that would be normal. What we've got here is a living crossover, powered by YOUR votes, YOUR fandoms, and YOUR chaotic energy.
Want Shirou Emiya to meet Tanjiro and Zenitsu? Boom, possible.
Want him to train under All Might while Saber babysits Eri? Sure, why not.
Wondering what happens when Megumi Fushiguro and Rin Tohsaka argue about summoning ethics? Let's find out.
Or maybe… just maybe… you want Shirou to end up in a romance plot so intense it makes your shipper heart combust? Yeah. We do that here.
I'll be honest with you—this project is special to me. I've spent so much time hopping between ideas, spitting out story fragments, and throwing noodles at the wall to see what sticks. But this? This story right here? This is one I genuinely want to tell. One that I hope people actually read and enjoy, not just scroll past. And yeah—I've been putting real heart into it.
Now I'm heading out of the country for a bit, grabbing a much-needed break (finally!) to recharge the batteries. Gonna enjoy a little… whatever peace I can find... before coming back with full chaotic energy, ready to drop some crossover bombs like I just pulled the Fifth Grail War into Smash Bros.
But hey. This first chapter is just the beginning.
It's messy. It's heartfelt. It's got awkward timing, pop culture jokes, and yes—Shirou being Shirou™.
So read it. Enjoy it. Yell at me in the comments. Let me know what series YOU want to throw into this hot mess next. I'm all ears. Just… don't suggest anything with Twilight. Even I have standards. (Maybe. Probably. Don't test me.)
So buckle up, geeks and gremlins. We're diving into a fanfic rollercoaster held together by duct tape, mana circuits, and sheer narrative audacity.
—How did I end up here?
...I don't know.
I've fought so many times I've lost count.
And each time, my ideals broke—
bit by bit,
until they stopped hurting.
But I never stopped.
Not because I was strong.
But because I didn't know what else to do.
Every time I stood back up, I left something behind.
And I kept moving forward… as if none of it mattered.
I've been many things in my life.
The son of a man I never understood.
The student of someone who'd stopped believing in anything.
The enemy of my own worldview.
The one who made a promise he had no right to make.
And if I'm being honest...
Maybe I was never a hero.
Just a poor imitation.
A desperate attempt to give meaning to something already broken.
I opened my eyes—
and accepted what I am.
Not because it fixes anything.
Not because it makes me feel better.
But because I can't keep lying to myself anymore.
My body's at its limit.
My dreams... vanished a long time ago.
Being a Counter Guardian isn't heroic.
There's no glory.
No redemption.
You just show up.
When it's already too late.
When no one else can do it.
A shadow in human form.
A weapon with no will of its own.
And still…
I accepted it.
Not because it was right.
But because someone had to.
And if I didn't…
there'd be no one left to save them.
As long as that thought exists—
that stupid, contradictory, selfish impulse—
I'll keep moving forward.
Because if I stop...
if I let this consume me...
if I stop believing, even for a second...
...then Archer was right.
And if he was right...
then Kiritsugu was wrong.
Then those who died that day...
died for nothing.
And that... that I can't allow.
Even if a part of me wants to give up.
Even if it all feels meaningless.
…I'll keep going.
Not because I believe I can win—
but because I can't let anyone else lose
what I've already lost.
At least...
that's what I wanted to believe.
Until I heard it.
Words so absurd I thought I imagined them.
"Welcome, Counter Guardian Shirou Emiya.
Initial mission: Multiversal Reconnaissance Phase.
Objective: Reconnect emotional bonds with key entities from endangered worlds.
Protocol activated: Emotional Affinity System™."
...
...
...What?
I had to read it three times.
None of it made sense.
"Reconnect emotional bonds"?
"Emotional Affinity System"?
What kind of joke was this?
Then I saw it—
a floating screen.
Pastel colors.
Hearts.
Bubbles.
An app.
With my name on it.
And a list.
Of "candidates."
No.
No, this couldn't be real.
It shouldn't be real.
Candidates?
"Complete the minimum affection quota in each world to unlock the Active Intervention Phase."
The voice was robotic. Cheerful.
Way too cheerful.
I went quiet.
At first, I thought it was some twisted prank.
Then...
…I gave in.
When I finally managed to speak, all that came out was:
—What the hell is this?
I looked at the counter.
Affection Points: 0
...
Of course.
A dating sim.
Because that makes perfect sense.
Then the screen went ding.
A new message popped up:
"Dating unlocked! Earn affection. Save the world ❤"
I had to swallow hard.
Tried to breathe.
This wasn't a joke.
Didn't feel like punishment.
Not even an illusion.
Save the multiverse… with affection?
With points?
Like this was some kind of game?
I don't know how to do this.
I never did.
I reached out to people.
I tried.
And I broke.
This...
This is too much.
—How am I supposed to do that?
How do you connect with someone you don't even know?
What if they don't want to be saved?
Silence.
Alaya doesn't answer.
She never does.
But the system does.
"Listen. Observe. Connect.
Be yourself…
…or whatever's left of you."
...
I don't know if that's worse.
Now…
After all this time…
I'm still here.
Carrying out new missions.
Some are pure hell.
I barely survive, reinforcing my body second by second.
Others… are stranger.
I deflected a spear that split the sky.
Ended up covered in blood that wasn't mine.
Once, a girl—the protagonist, I guess—made me promise I'd live.
I never saw her again.
And now…
There are missions that don't ask for swords.
Or spells.
Just… talking.
Listening.
Understanding.
Helping.
And, for some reason, earning their trust.
Or their affection.
That's what's supposed to help.
Supposedly.
I don't know if it actually does.
I don't know if this is really fixing anything.
Or if it's just Alaya's twisted idea of entertainment…
while different worlds fall apart.
In the end, they always send me back to Unlimited Blade Works.
Like nothing ever happened.
Then again, the app never explains much.
And when it does, it's vague phrases and canned optimism.
At this point, it's more annoying than anything.
There's also a bar.
One that goes up every time I say something kind.
"Affection Points."
It's ridiculous.
But it works.
Apparently.
Part of me wants to laugh.
Another… just can't.
And in those moments… I think of them.
Rin...
She'd mock me.
Call me an idiot.
Then take control, like it was her responsibility.
Saber would look at me with that mix of dignity and disappointment.
Remind me that a king doesn't stray from their path.
Sakura...
She wouldn't say anything.
She'd just wait.
Like she already knew I'd mess it up again.
Illya...
She wouldn't speak either.
But she'd understand.
Like she already knew how it would all end.
In the end…
Alaya stopped sending me to wars to save humanity.
Now she sends me into romantic comedies.
At least I can still use my skills.
Reinforce my body.
Read the structure of a weapon.
Imagine its story.
Project it...
And if that's not enough—
I can still fight.
When words fail.
When everything ends in screams, fire… or monsters.
And now, for some reason,
the system says that if I gather enough Affection Points…
I can do more.
Gain abilities tied to each world.
Become stronger…
...
I don't know how any of this works.
I don't know if it's a joke.
Or a second chance.
Maybe there's no difference.
【Active Mission: Log 042】
Designated Plane: Mitakihara Chūgakkō - 14C
Key Entity: Subject A-01 (Temporal anomaly / persistent consciousness)
Environmental Conditions: Closed cycle / space-time loop / active emotional anchor
Primary Objective: Emotional reconnection | Causal bond restoration
She goes to an ordinary school.
Or at least, that's how it seems.
At first, it was just the small things.
Slips. Gestures. Little details anyone else might've overlooked.
But not me.
I saw the pattern.
How everything repeated. Day after day.
And at the center of that cycle...
There's her.
She likes old clocks.
Sad stories.
And staring up at the sky, like she's waiting for someone to come back.
She pretends she's okay. All the time.
Even when her hands shake.
Even when she apologizes just for existing.
She's not the first person like that I've met.
I once knew a girl who shone brighter than the sun.
In a world where 80% of the population had powers,
she still managed to stand out.
In other missions, I've been through things so similar—
a world where quirks were the norm,
yet she was exceptional.
With her blue hair.
Her relentless energy.
Her boundless curiosity… even about every one of my swords.
(You'd think someone like that isn't afraid of anything.
But she is. She just smiles—so no one notices.)
In another world…
where demons could only attack after nightfall,
she appeared.
Like a butterfly.
Light. Delicate.
But her gaze was sharp.
Her voice, soft.
Her poison, sweet...
as long as you didn't breathe too deeply.
(She smiled, like that was enough to carry all the pain on her own.
Like she'd convinced herself it was better that way.)
And now...
I'm following the footsteps of a girl who rewrote all of time for the sake of a single life.
And still...
she believes her own life is worthless.
What's next after this?
A goddess with daddy issues and a habit of breaking the laws of reality?
…Don't answer that, System.
I still hold on to the ridiculous hope that Alaya will end this someday.
But it's not the absurdity of the missions that haunts me.
It's them.
Each of the people I've met.
They're broken.
Just like me.
I don't know if this is a punishment.
A test.
Or just another way to keep moving forward,
like I always have.
I looked up.
—"Is that her?"
The system answered, its interface flickering as it played the girl's laughter for the first time.
Tip: Opening with honesty increases success rate.
Something stirred in my chest—something I thought had died in Fuyuki.
It wasn't hope.
Not entirely.
It was… a reason.
Maybe this isn't about saving worlds.
Maybe...
it's just about not letting someone else face everything alone.
—"I don't need dating advice from a machine," I muttered, without breaking stride.
I didn't come here looking for connection.
I didn't come here for second chances.
But if hearing her story makes her feel even a little more alive…
if holding her hand keeps her from falling apart…
if sharing an awkward silence in some random café can make a difference…
Then that's what I'll do.
Not because I want to fall in love.
Not because I think it'll save me.
But because if I can protect even one more person…
…then it's worth it.
Here I am again.
In a world I don't recognize.
Facing a fate I don't understand.
But with a decision that never changes:
Keep moving forward.
No matter the cost.
I am Shirou Emiya.
An idealistic fool.
A tool of Alaya.
And someone who—despite everything—still believes that protecting others…
is reason enough to keep existing.
Multiverse, get ready.
Not for a former hero of justice—
Just for someone who still doesn't know how to quit.
Hopeless Author, signing off.
If you liked what you read, share it with your party of adventurers. If not... blame Zelretch.
And remember:
If someone hands you a prophecy and a sword—say no thanks and run toward the nearest portal.
Next up: The Presentation of Shirou™
Spoilers: It's gonna be dramatic as hell.
There might be thunder. And a power-up. And possibly a brooding moment on a cliff.
See y'all in the next chapter.
And hey—
Don't forget to eat your blue cookies and hydrate like a true half-blood.