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War of Warcraft x Chainsaw Man

Crossover Crack Ship: Jaina Proudmoore x Denji

Frostsaw/Jainji

Jaina Proudmoore:

X

Denji:

RWBY x Soul Eater

Yang Xiao Long, Blair

Switched Attributes

Yang and Blair, how does it feels switching outfits with each other?

“I feel like I’m one bad breeze away from starting a fight with gravity,” Yang admitted, tugging lightly at the brim of Blair’s witch hat as it sat lopsided over her blonde hair. The rest of Blair’s outfit had her standing with one hand on her hip, trying very hard to look casual.

She was failing.

Blair, on the other hand, looked thrilled.

The cat-witch spun in Yang’s jacket, the sleeves slightly loose on her arms while Ember Celica rested over her wrists like oversized golden accessories. “Mrow~! I feel strong! Stylish! Like I should punch something and look adorable doing it!”

Yang pointed at her. “Okay, first of all? You make my outfit look way too cute.”

Blair grinned. “And you make mine look fierce! Very fiery witch!”

Yang gave a small smirk, adjusting the hat again. “I’ll admit, the hat’s kinda fun. Dramatic. Good for entrances.”

“And the jacket is warm!” Blair said, hugging herself happily. “It smells like adventure, fire, and bad decisions.”

“That’s called my personal brand.”

Blair leaned closer, tail swishing behind her. “So? Do you like being Blair for a day?”

Yang glanced down at the outfit, then back up with a crooked grin. “It’s not exactly combat practical, but it has confidence. Loud confidence. I respect that.”

Blair struck a pose with Yang’s gauntlets. “And I like being Yang! It makes me feel like I can punch the moon!”

Yang laughed. “Please don’t. That’s my emotional support moon.”

“So we agree?” Blair asked.

Yang nodded. “Your outfit is dangerous in a completely different way.”

Blair winked. “And yours makes me want to yell before punching someone.”

Crossover au original male stud au

Rwby x dragon ball

Yang x gohan

Summary: how was gohan first meet with yang dad and uncle?

Gohan stood stiffly at the front door of the Xiao Long-Rose home, hands politely at his sides.

Yang grinned beside him. “Relax, Gohan. Dad’s friendly.”

The door opened.

Taiyang Xiao Long looked Gohan up and down, then smiled warmly. “So you’re the kid Yang’s been talking about.”

Gohan blinked. “She talked about me?”

“A lot,” Taiyang said.

Yang’s face turned red. “Dad.”

Before Gohan could answer, a black-haired man leaned into the doorway behind Taiyang, red eyes sharp with amusement.

“And I’m guessing you’re the quiet one with enough power to level a mountain?” Qrow asked.

Gohan laughed nervously. “I try not to level mountains, sir.”

Taiyang raised an eyebrow. “Polite. Strong. Doesn’t brag. Yang, you sure you didn’t bring home the wrong warrior?”

“Very funny,” Yang muttered.

Qrow circled Gohan once, giving him a careful look. “Huh. Doesn’t feel like aura. Doesn’t feel like magic either.”

“It’s called ki,” Gohan explained. “It’s life energy.”

Qrow smirked. “Great. Another kid with terrifying life energy.”

Taiyang placed a hand on Gohan’s shoulder. “Well, any friend of Yang’s is welcome here.”

Gohan smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Xiao Long.”

“Call me Tai.”

Qrow pointed at himself. “And you can call me Uncle Qrow. Unless you do something stupid, then I’ll call you target practice.”

Gohan blinked.

Yang sighed. “That’s his way of saying he likes you.”

Qrow shrugged. “Kid’s polite. I’ll give him that.”

Taiyang smiled proudly. “Come on in, Gohan. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Gohan relaxed a little as Yang nudged him inside.

“See?” Yang whispered. “Told you they were friendly.”

Gohan glanced back at Qrow’s smirk.

Apocalypse AU: Zombie Apocalypse AU

Rwby

Yang /team rwby and team JNPR

(Left 4 dead brainrot and inspired prompt)

Summary: when regroup in the school with the other yang and her team along with team JNPR learn that the virus while transmitting by bite and scratching is also airborne which leads to disaster as place with all these people they with have some turn there and then.

The main hall was packed shoulder to shoulder.

Students, teachers, staff, wounded civilians from Vale—everyone had been herded into Beacon’s safest chamber while the alarms screamed above them. Yang stood near the front with Team RWBY and Team JNPR, Ember Celica armed, watching the doors while Ruby tried to help calm the crowd.

Then Glynda’s Scroll crackled.

Her face went pale.

Ozpin’s voice came through the speakers, lower than usual.

“The virus is not only transmitted through bites and scratches. New reports confirm airborne infection in enclosed spaces. Everyone must evacuate immediately.”

For one heartbeat, nobody understood.

Then someone coughed.

A boy near the back doubled over, hacking violently into his sleeve. A Faunus girl beside him screamed when his eyes clouded over. Another student collapsed. Then another.

“No…” Ruby whispered.

The first infected lunged.

Panic exploded.

People shoved, screamed, trampled each other trying to reach the exits. Weiss threw up a wall of ice to split the crowd from the turning students. Blake vanished into shadows, dragging a fallen first-year away from snapping teeth. Pyrrha disarmed an infected upperclassman without killing him, only for him to rise again and charge.

Yang grabbed Ruby by the hood and yanked her back just before teeth snapped shut where her arm had been.

“Move!” Yang shouted.

Jaune raised his shield as Nora smashed a bench into the infected wave. Ren fired controlled shots, his face grim.

Ruby stared at the chaos, horrified.

“They were safe,” she said. “They were supposed to be safe here.”

Yang looked around the main hall as Beacon’s sanctuary became a trap.

Then she tightened her grip on Ruby’s shoulder.

Crossover Fusion: College: Student AU + Prison AU: College Prison AU

When Gohan has to guard delinquent Yang since he is a committee member... how is that?

Whenever people tease Evelyn about her closeness to Wise... does she deny it or not? We all know Astra isn't shy about her closeness.

"My relationship with the Manager is purely professional," Evelyn replied with a calm expression that gave away absolutely nothing. "Whatever conclusions people draw regarding my relationship with the Manager are entirely fictional."

The room immediately erupted into knowing looks.

"Uh-huh," one of the employees said.

"Totally professional," another agreed, not sounding convinced in the slightest.

Evelyn adjusted her gloves.

"Correct."

The door slid open.

"Oh~?"

Every person in the room immediately recognized that voice and silently prepared for disaster.

Astra Yao walked in with Wise beside her. The celebrity's smile widened the moment she heard the conversation.

"So it's my imagination then?" Astra asked sweetly.

Evelyn froze.

Wise immediately looked nervous.

"What is?" Evelyn asked.

"The fact that I saw you and Wise at the movie theater."

Wise nearly choked.

"Astra—"

"Acting all lovey-dovey together~?" Astra continued cheerfully, wrapping her arms around Wise's shoulders.

"Astra!"

The room exploded.

"I KNEW IT!"

"MOVIE DATE!"

"SHE GOT CAUGHT!"

Evelyn's expression remained perfectly composed.

A tiny twitch appeared near her eye.

"The Manager and I attended a public entertainment venue."

"Holding hands?" Astra asked.

"For crowd navigation purposes."

"Sharing popcorn?"

"To avoid waste."

"Sitting together?"

"There were limited seats available."

"Watching a romance movie?"

"The Manager selected the film."

"You cried during the ending~."

"That is misinformation."

"I have pictures."

"Delete them."

Wise covered his face.

"Please stop helping."

Astra grinned mischievously.

"Oh, I'm helping plenty."

The room's employees were now openly staring.

Evelyn crossed her arms.

"As I stated before, my relationship with the Manager is professional."

"Then why are your ears red?"

Silence.

Everyone stared.

Evelyn's face remained calm.

Her ears, however, were unmistakably pink.

Astra immediately pointed.

"There! Look! She does that whenever Wise is involved!"

"ASTRA!"

Wise looked ready to jump out a window.

Evelyn slowly turned toward Astra.

"Miss Astra."

"Yes?"

"Would you kindly stop speaking?"

"No~."

The singer hugged Wise tighter.

"Besides, if you like him, just say so."

Evelyn's composure cracked for exactly half a second.

"I never said that."

"You didn't deny it either~."

The room fell silent.

Wise turned toward Evelyn.

Evelyn looked away first.

*"..."

*"..."

*"..."

Astra's grin became absolutely unbearable.

"Gotcha."

For the first time all day, Evelyn had no response.

RWBY x Soul Eater

Yang Xiao Long, Blair

Blair, what did you do to make Yang piss off at you so badly?

“I may or may not have put glittery pink dye in her shampoo,” Blair replied with a catty smile.

Across the room, Yang stood with her golden hair now sparkling strawberry-pink under the kitchen light, arms folded, eye twitching.

“Blair.”

“It brings out your eyes?”

“My hair looks like a birthday cupcake exploded.”

“A cute birthday cupcake.”

Yang lunged. Blair squeaked and bolted around the couch, laughing while Yang chased her with a towel like a battle flag.

Blair finally tripped onto the cushions. Yang pinned her, scowled, then snorted.

“You’re helping wash this out.”

Danganronpa x Marvel Comics

Gundam Tanaka, Doctor Stephen Strange

Dr. Strange, how often does this man, Gundam, asked you to teach him magic and how long before you agreed to teach him?

“He showed up to my home for about two weeks,” Stephen Strange answered, pinching the bridge of his nose like the memory alone had given him a migraine. “Two weeks of him asking me to teach him how to use magic, and two weeks of me refusing him before I agreed to teach him under strict conditions.”

Wong slowly looked up from his tea.

“Strict conditions?” Wong repeated.

Stephen sighed.

“Do not summon anything without supervision. Do not attempt blood rituals in the foyer. Do not call the Cloak of Levitation a ‘scarlet-winged familiar of the astral winds.’ And absolutely do not bring hamsters into the Mirror Dimension.”

From the corner of the Sanctum, Gundam Tanaka stood proudly with his arms crossed, scarf flowing despite there being no wind.

“You speak as though the Four Dark Devas of Destruction are mere beasts,” Gundam declared. “They are ancient wardens of forbidden knowledge, vessels of shadowed destiny, and loyal companions to the Supreme Overlord of Ice!”

One of the hamsters squeaked from his shoulder.

Stephen stared at him.

“That one chewed through a binding sigil.”

Gundam’s eyes widened with pride. “Then Cham-P has already begun to unravel the false chains of mortal limitation.”

“He almost released a minor dream parasite into Manhattan.”

“A worthy first trial.”

“No.”

Gundam leaned forward, his expression dark and intense. “Then teach me, sorcerer. Guide my hand through the abyss. Show me the hidden paths between worlds. Let me carve my name into the grimoire of fate itself!”

Stephen was quiet for a moment.

Then he looked at Wong.

Wong shrugged. “He did memorize the first three warding circles faster than most apprentices.”

Stephen looked annoyed by the fact that this was true.

“And,” Wong added, “his hamsters seem unusually resistant to psychic influence.”

Gundam smirked. “Naturally. Their souls are armored in darkness.”

Stephen exhaled through his nose.

“That is the only reason I agreed,” he said. “He was persistent, dramatic, completely impossible to intimidate, and somehow already knew enough occult theory to be dangerous if left unsupervised.”

Gundam raised one hand toward the ceiling.

“At last, the Sorcerer Supreme acknowledges the terrible potential sleeping within me!”

“I acknowledged you were a liability.”

“A liability to the weak fabric of reality itself!”

Stephen stared at him.

“First lesson is meditation.”

Gundam froze.

“…Meditation?”

“Yes.”

“No forbidden fire? No eldritch chains? No cosmic beast-binding?”

“Meditation.”

Gundam looked personally betrayed.

Stephen smiled faintly.

“You wanted magic. You start by learning patience.”

The Four Dark Devas squeaked in unison.

Gundam slowly narrowed his eyes.

“So be it,” he said, voice low with theatrical menace. “I shall conquer stillness itself.”

Stephen turned away.

Zenless Zone Zero x Chainsaw Man

Mortal Kombat Intro: Wise x Denji

Wise: "You’re the Chainsaw Man everyone talks about?"

Denji: "Yup. The one and only. You got a problem with that?"

Wise: "Only if you start revving near my sister’s store."

X-xx-X

Wise: "You fight like you’re running on instinct."

Denji: "Instinct, hunger, and really bad life choices."

Wise: "That is somehow more concerning than the chainsaws."

X-xx-X

Denji: "You don’t look like much of a fighter."

Wise: "I’m usually the one giving directions from behind the screen."

Denji: "Then stop hiding and show me what you got!"

X-xx-X

Wise: "You’re reckless, loud, and dangerously unpredictable."

Denji: "Heh. Yeah, people keep saying that like it’s a bad thing."

Crossover au original male stud au

Rwby x dragon ball

Yang x gohan

Dongtan Dress

Summary:when gohan was busy with work did yang use the Dongtan Dress to get his attention on her instead of his paperwork?

Gohan was trying.

He really was.

The paperwork on his desk was important. Very important. There were deadlines, research notes, grading forms, reports that needed his signature, and at least three separate documents that Chi-Chi had reminded him not to forget.

Unfortunately, Yang Xiao Long had decided paperwork was no longer his top priority.

“Hey, Gohan~”

Gohan glanced up.

Then froze.

Yang stood in the doorway with one hand on her hip, wearing a tight muted pencil dress that clung to her athletic, voluptuous figure in a way that made it very clear she had chosen it with malicious intent. It was professional enough to pretend she had a reason for wearing it, but fitted enough that the excuse died on arrival.

Gohan’s pen slipped from his fingers.

Yang’s smirk widened.

“Works like a charm,” Yang replied with a proud smirk, mightily pleased that Gohan was gawking at her rather than at his dumb paperwork.

“I-I wasn’t gawking,” Gohan said quickly.

Yang raised one eyebrow.

His eyes immediately snapped back up to her face.

“…Okay, maybe a little.”

“A little?” Yang asked, slowly walking toward his desk. “Babe, you looked like your brain got hit by a flashbang.”

Gohan cleared his throat, desperately trying to reclaim his dignity. “I was just surprised.”

“Surprised by what?” Yang leaned against the desk, the edge of her dress pulling tight as she crossed one leg over the other. “The dress? Or the fact that I know exactly how to beat paperwork?”

Gohan opened his mouth.

No answer came out.

Yang grinned like she had just won a tournament.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

Gohan glanced helplessly at the stack of papers beside him. “Yang, I really do need to finish these.”

“Mhm.” Yang reached over, gently plucked the top sheet from the pile, and set it aside without looking at it. “And I really need attention from my hardworking boyfriend.”

“That’s not how priorities work.”

“It is now.”

Gohan tried to look stern.

Yang leaned closer.

His stern expression collapsed instantly.

She laughed, warm and victorious, before tapping a finger under his chin. “Come on, Great Scholar. Take a break before you turn into one of those papers.”

Gohan sighed, but the smile tugging at his mouth betrayed him completely.

“…Ten minutes.”

Yang’s golden eyes gleamed.

“Twenty.”

“Fifteen.”

“Thirty and you get a kiss.”

Gohan stared at her.

Then quietly closed the folder.

Yang’s smirk became absolutely radiant.

Apocalypse AU: Zombie Apocalypse AU

Rwby

Yang

Summary: in the early days of the outbreak what was yang first priority in what to do compared to her team and friends?

Apocalypse AU: Zombie Apocalypse AU

Rwby

Yang/ team rwby and team JNPR

Summary: When both team were enjoying the school life and going through the day of class life and wondering what the plan for the day was going to be. They all received the report of a strange virus on they scroll along with video footage of people and fauna attack and bite other as the report are coming across all four kingdoms.

Beacon Academy was supposed to be safe.

That was what Yang Xiao Long had always thought, anyway.

The morning had started normally enough. Ruby was half-asleep at the cafeteria table, face hovering dangerously close to her plate of pancakes. Weiss was lecturing her about “proper posture befitting a Huntress-in-training,” while Blake quietly read beside them, pretending not to be amused.

Across the table, Team JNPR was no better.

Nora was trying to convince Ren that syrup counted as a combat supplement. Jaune was nervously reviewing his notes for Professor Port’s class. Pyrrha, graceful as ever, was helping him study with the patience of someone who could probably pass the exam blindfolded.

Yang leaned back in her chair and grinned.

“So,” she said, cracking her knuckles, “what’s the plan after class? Training room? Sparring? Sneaking into Vale for noodles?”

Ruby instantly perked up.

“Noodles?”

Weiss sighed. “Absolutely not. We have assignments.”

Nora raised a hand. “Counterpoint: noodles.”

Before anyone could argue further, every Scroll in the cafeteria chimed at once.

Not one.

Not ten.

Every. Single. Scroll.

The cafeteria fell silent.

Yang’s smile faded as her Scroll vibrated against the table. Ruby picked hers up first, silver eyes narrowing in confusion.

“Emergency broadcast?” Ruby muttered.

Blake’s ears twitched.

Weiss slowly lifted her own Scroll. “From the Vale Council…”

The holographic screen flickered, then expanded over the table. A news anchor appeared, pale-faced and shaking. Behind her, the words KINGDOM-WIDE HEALTH EMERGENCY flashed in red.

“This is an emergency report issued to all citizens of Vale, Mistral, Atlas, and Vacuo. Authorities are investigating an unknown viral outbreak affecting both humans and Faunus. Symptoms include fever, violent aggression, loss of speech, resistance to pain, and—”

The feed cut.

For three seconds, there was static.

Then video footage replaced the broadcast.

A street in Vale.

People running.

Someone screamed.

A man staggered into view, his clothes torn, his skin grayish and veined. He lunged at a Huntsman officer and bit into his arm. The officer shouted, shoved him away, and fired a Dust round into the attacker’s chest.

The attacker fell.

Then stood back up.

Ruby’s face went white.

“That… that should’ve stopped him,” she whispered.

The video shifted again.

Mistral.

A market square overrun by people clawing at shop doors.

Atlas.

Military Knights firing into crowds that kept advancing.

Vacuo.

A sandstorm filled with silhouettes crawling, limping, and sprinting through the dust.

Then came the worst footage.

A small settlement outside Vale. Civilians barricaded inside a chapel. A young Faunus girl crying behind a pew. Someone at the door begging to be let in.

Then the door broke.

The broadcast cut back to the anchor, but she was no longer composed. Something pounded against the studio door behind her.

“All citizens are ordered to remain indoors. Do not approach infected individuals. Do not allow bitten persons inside secure shelters. Repeat—do not—”

The door behind her burst open.

The feed went black.

For a long moment, no one moved.

Then Beacon’s alarm began to scream.

Red lights flashed across the cafeteria.

Professor Goodwitch’s voice came over the speakers, sharp and controlled, but not calm.

“All students are to report to the main hall immediately. This is not a drill. First-year teams are to remain together. Repeat: remain together.”

Yang slowly stood.

Around them, panic erupted. Students shoved away from tables. Some shouted into their Scrolls. Others froze, staring at the black emergency screen as if waiting for someone to tell them it was fake.

Ruby grabbed Crescent Rose from where it leaned against the table.

Weiss summoned Myrtenaster with a flick of her wrist.

Blake closed her book and rose silently, Gambol Shroud already in hand.

Yang flexed her fingers. Ember Celica unfolded around her wrists with a metallic snap.

Across from them, Pyrrha stood first. Ren followed, calm but tense. Nora’s smile was gone. Jaune fumbled with his shield, then forced himself to breathe.

“What do we do?” Jaune asked.

Ruby looked toward the cafeteria doors.

Outside, beyond Beacon’s tall windows, smoke was already rising from Vale.

Yang stepped beside her sister.

“We stay together,” Yang said. “We get to the main hall. We find Ozpin, Glynda, anyone with a plan.”

“And if the infected get inside?” Weiss asked.

Yang’s lilac eyes hardened.

“Then we stop them.”

Another scream echoed from somewhere down the hall.

Not from the speakers.

Not from the Scrolls.

From inside Beacon.

Everyone turned.

A student stumbled into the cafeteria doorway, clutching his arm. Blood ran between his fingers. Behind him, another student lurched forward with an unnatural, jerking gait.

The injured boy looked at them with terrified eyes.

“He bit me,” he whispered.

The cafeteria went deathly quiet.

The attacker behind him raised its head.

Its eyes were clouded.

Its mouth was red.

Then it ran.

Ruby moved first.

Crescent Rose unfolded with a familiar mechanical roar, and the infected student slammed backward under the force of the scythe’s blunt edge. It hit the wall, twitched, then began getting up again.

Blake’s expression tightened.

“They don’t stay down.”

Pyrrha drew her spear. “Then we disable them.”

Yang stepped forward, fists glowing.

The infected thing shrieked.

Yang punched it through a cafeteria table.

Wood splintered. Plates shattered. The body hit the floor and kept crawling.

Nora stared.

“…That’s new.”

More screams came from the hallway.

More footsteps.

Too many footsteps.

Ruby looked at Yang.

For a second, she was not the energetic team leader. She was Yang’s little sister again, scared and looking for an answer.

Yang put a hand on Ruby’s shoulder.

“Hey,” she said, forcing a grin. “We’ve fought monsters before.”

Ruby swallowed. “These aren’t Grimm.”

Yang looked toward the doors as the first wave of infected students and staff spilled into view.

“No,” she said quietly. “They’re worse.”

Jaune raised his shield with trembling hands.

Ren took position beside Nora.

Pyrrha stepped forward, calm and ready.

Weiss lifted her blade.

Blake vanished into shadow.

Ruby aimed Crescent Rose.

Yang’s hair began to glow like fire.

The school day was over.

The apocalypse had begun.

RWBY x Soul Eater

Yang Xiao Long, Blair

Blair, how did you stay in your cat form and have Yang take care of you before she figures out you weren't an actual cat?

RWBY x Soul Eater

Best Date vs Worst Date: Yang Xiao Long x Blair

Best Date: The Cat Café Disaster (That Went Perfectly)

Yang Xiao Long had expected many things when Blair invited her on a date.

A nice dinner.

A walk through town.

Maybe some harmless flirting.

She had not expected a cat café.

“Blair,” Yang said carefully as fifteen cats surrounded the witch-cat. “I think they’re worshipping you.”

“They should,” Blair replied smugly while holding three cats in her arms and somehow balancing another on her head.

Yang laughed.

The café owner looked ready to cry tears of joy because every cat in the building had gathered around Blair like she was their queen.

Then disaster struck.

One tiny orange kitten climbed Yang’s shoulder.

Then another.

Then another.

“Blair.”

“Yes?”

“I am becoming furniture.”

The blonde was soon buried beneath a mountain of purring cats.

Blair took approximately fifty photos.

Yang retaliated by pulling her girlfriend into the fluffy pile.

The resulting cuddle catastrophe left both of them trapped for nearly twenty minutes.

Neither complained.

As they sat together covered in fur and surrounded by sleeping cats, Yang rested her head against Blair’s shoulder.

“Best date ever.”

Blair smiled and kissed her cheek.

“Obviously.”

The kitten sleeping on Yang’s head sneezed.

Yang considered adopting all of them.

Blair encouraged this terrible decision.

X-xx-X

Worst Date: The Fish Incident

The worst date started with confidence.

And ended with fish.

“So,” Yang said, smiling. “Fancy seafood restaurant?”

“Sure.”

That was mistake number one.

The waiter arrived.

Blair stared at the aquarium beside their table.

The fish stared back.

Yang felt nervous.

Five minutes later, Blair disappeared.

“Uh…”

A splash echoed through the restaurant.

Yang slowly turned.

Blair was inside the aquarium.

“Blair.”

“I am making friends.”

“Get out of the fish tank.”

“The fish disagree.”

The fish did not, in fact, disagree.

Things escalated.

A crab escaped.

Someone screamed.

A lobster somehow ended up chasing a customer.

Yang still didn’t know how.

Security arrived.

Blair transformed into her cat form and escaped across three tables.

Yang chased after her while apologizing to everyone.

The manager looked seconds away from a heart attack.

Twenty minutes later they sat outside the restaurant.

Both were soaking wet.

Both were banned for life.

Yang sighed.

“Well.”

“Well.”

“That was the worst date we’ve ever had.”

Blair considered it.

“The fish liked me.”

“We are never going to a seafood restaurant again.”

“The fish would be sad.”

Yang groaned and buried her face in her hands.

Blair laughed so hard she fell off the bench.

Prompt

Cyberpunk AU

When they are set to team up again a couple of problematic vigilantes... Billy suggests Belle to dress in this to make them a duo of Starlight Knights. For her favorite cyborg (and future husband) she goes along with it and even does the "cool hero" intro.

(2-Koma) (Romance) (Hero)

More Cyberpunk / Still Zenless Zone Zero Version

The key is to make the scene feel more neon-drenched, techy, chaotic, urban, and theatrical, while still keeping the ZZZ comedy-energy of Billy doing something ridiculous and Belle somehow going along with it.

Here’s a revised version:

“I got an idea to deal with that troublesome evildoer, Belle!”

Billy shot across the video store like a chrome bullet, servo-joints whining, boots skidding against the polished floor as a flickering Starlight Knight ad played on the old wall screen behind him.

Belle didn’t even look up from her laptop at first.

She was buried in Hollow activity reports, Proxy commission tabs, half-corrupted maps, and a PubSec warning feed that had been blinking red for the last ten minutes.

“And what exactly do you have in mind?” she asked, finally glancing away from her screen.

Billy stood before her like he had just uncovered the secret weapon of the century.

In his hands was an outfit.

A very shiny outfit.

A very impractical outfit.

A very Billy Kid outfit.

Belle stared.

Billy’s optic lights gleamed with heroic conviction.

“You’ll dress up as one of the Starlight Knight characters, and together we’ll go on a heroic adventure as Starlight Knight and his Rider Queen!”

Belle blinked once.

Then twice.

Then her smile slowly became dangerous.

“…You already had this tailored, didn’t you?”

Billy froze.

His antenna twitched.

“That is classified hero business.”

X-xx-X

“THE STARLIGHT KNIGHT AND RIDER QUEEN ARE HERE TO PURGE EVIL FROM THESE STREETS!”

Billy struck a dramatic pose beneath a broken neon billboard, one boot planted on a smashed delivery drone, his revolvers spinning in perfect chrome circles. Behind him, rain hissed against the pavement, turning the alley into a mirror of pink, blue, and toxic green light.

Beside him stood Belle.

Her Rider Queen outfit was absurd, theatrical, and clearly designed by someone whose understanding of armor came entirely from old action shows and arcade posters. Neon trim glowed along the seams. A translucent jacket flickered with animated star decals. Her visor projected a tiny crown of hard-light above her head.

She rested one hand on her hip and smiled at the gang of masked vigilantes blocking the alley.

“And we’re here to kick ass~!”

The vigilantes stared.

One of them slowly lowered his shock baton.

Another looked at the third.

The third looked up at the hacked billboard behind Billy, where a Starlight Knight logo had somehow replaced every advertisement in the district.

“Are they serious?” one muttered.

Billy pointed both revolvers skyward.

“Justice is always serious!”

Belle leaned toward him and whispered, “You hacked the billboard, didn’t you?”

Billy’s grin was audible.

“Hero branding, Belle. Very important.”

The vigilantes raised their weapons.

Billy’s optics flashed.

Belle’s smile sharpened.

The alley erupted into chaos.

Billy moved first, a blur of polished metal and ridiculous hero poses, ricocheting shots off walls, pipes, and drone wreckage with impossible precision. Belle slipped through the neon haze beside him, using her Proxy gear to jam smart weapons, scramble cheap targeting optics, and redirect a security drone straight into someone’s face.

A shock baton swung for her head.

Belle ducked, spun, and kicked the attacker into a stack of glowing vending crates.

Billy gasped.

“Rider Queen combo attack!”

“Do not name my moves!”

“You already did it beautifully!”

In less than three minutes, the so-called vigilantes were groaning on the wet pavement, wrapped in cable ties, tangled in their own stolen tech, and surrounded by blinking evidence markers.

Belle crouched in front of the leader and tapped his visor.

“Next time, maybe don’t play hero in a district with actual cameras.”

Billy stood behind her, hands on his hips, cape substitute fluttering dramatically from a malfunctioning air vent.

“Another victory for justice!”

Belle looked up at him, rain glittering in her hair, neon reflected in her eyes.

“You know PubSec is going to ask why half the street cameras now display Starlight Knight fan art.”

Billy paused.

“…We should leave before Captain Zhu Yuan sees it.”

Belle smiled.

“Too late.”

At the mouth of the alley, a PubSec patrol car rolled to a stop, lights flashing red and blue across the soaked pavement.

Billy slowly raised one hand.

“Good evening, officers! The Starlight Knight has delivered evildoers unto justice!”

Belle folded her arms and added, “And we would like it noted that the property damage was mostly their fault.”

From inside the patrol car, someone sighed very, very deeply.

The vigilantes were taken in.

The evidence was collected.

And by morning, half of New Eridu had seen the footage.

The clip’s title was simple:

Domestic AU

Was there any awkwardness when Wise/Miyabi and Belle/Asaba walk into each other on there own theater dates?

“Awkward?” Belle echoed, face buried in her scarf.

Wise stood beside Miyabi, one hand still holding popcorn. Across the lobby, Belle clung to Asaba’s sleeve like she’d been caught committing a felony. Asaba only smiled lazily and waved.

Miyabi blinked once. “So this is a… sibling reconnaissance failure?”

Wise coughed. “Apparently.”

Belle pointed at him. “You saw nothing.”

“You saw nothing first,” Wise replied.

For three silent seconds, both pairs stared.

Then Asaba bought everyone drinks, Miyabi chose the snacks, and the siblings silently agreed never to mention how formal their dates looked tonight.