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Maka Albarn:

X

Marie Rose:

Soul Eater x Dead or Alive

Maka Albarn, Marie Rose

Switched Attributes

Maka and Marie, what do you think about each other's outfits after switching them?

Maka glared at the frilled lace of Marie's gothic lolita dress, tugging awkwardly at the short hem. "How do you even fight in this? It’s far too… excessive. I feel like a birthday cake!"

Marie, meanwhile, twirled in Maka’s oversized coat, a playful grin on her face. "It’s so modest and scholarly! Very chic in a minimalist way, though it lacks a certain je ne sais quoi."

"It's called 'practicality,' Marie," Maka sighed, blushing as she tripped over a ribbon.

Bleach x Star Wars

Mortal Kombat Intro: Sousuke Aizen vs Darth Vader

Darth Vader: Your illusions cannot deceive the Force.

Sōsuke Aizen: How comforting. You still believe your senses are your own.

Darth Vader: I need no senses to destroy you.

X-xx-X

Sōsuke Aizen: You gave up everything for power, yet remained a servant.

Darth Vader: And you mistook defiance for transcendence.

Sōsuke Aizen: No. I simply refused to bow to a hollow throne.

X-xx-X

Darth Vader: The Hōgyoku has made you dangerously arrogant.

Sōsuke Aizen: Your master said something similar before discarding you.

Darth Vader: You will not speak of him again.

X-xx-X

Sōsuke Aizen: Beneath that armor, I sense anger, regret... and fear.

Darth Vader: You sense only what I allow.

Crossover AU

What happens when Chi-Chi meets Rias? Her son Goten being close to the class president sounds good.

Code Geass x Persona series

Lelouch vi Britannia, Ann Takamaki

Lelouch, when did you figure out that Ann and her friends were the Phantom Thieves?

C.C. glanced up from her pizza with mild curiosity.

"Lelouch, when did you figure out that Ann and her friends were the Phantom Thieves?"

Lelouch leaned back in his chair, a faint smile crossing his face.

"Took me about a week and a half before I figured out that Ann and her friends were the Phantom Thieves," he answered. "A rather long time for me to learn about their secret identities."

C.C. raised an eyebrow.

"For you? That's practically forever."

"It is."

Lelouch picked up a framed photo taken during a day at the amusement park. He, Ann, and the rest of the group were smiling at the camera, looking like nothing more than ordinary friends enjoying the day.

"And I had no interest in telling anyone about it," he continued. "It was not in my interest to reveal their secrets..."

His gaze lingered on the photo before a thoughtful smile appeared.

"...And I found this Metaverse to be...interesting."

"So you kept quiet out of curiosity?" C.C. asked.

"Partly. They were using their abilities against genuinely corrupt individuals while taking considerable risks to themselves. Revealing them would accomplish nothing except destroy capable allies."

A familiar voice spoke up from the doorway.

"So... you knew all that time?"

Ann stood there with her arms crossed, equal parts surprised and amused.

Lelouch met her gaze without missing a beat.

"I did."

"And you never said anything?"

"There was no strategic advantage in doing so."

Ann let out an exasperated sigh before smiling.

"You know, a normal person would've just said, 'I wanted to protect your secret.'"

Lelouch considered that for a moment.

"...That was also a factor."

Ann laughed.

Boa Hancock pretends to be above acting lovey dovey when she sees one of her subordinates acting like that, but then she sees Gohan and she acts just as loving, except she wants more than just going out with him.

Boa Hancock watched one of her Kuja warriors cling to her girlfriend’s arm, whispering sweetly while the woman blushed.

“How shameless,” Hancock declared, folding her arms. “A proud warrior should maintain dignity. Such excessive affection is beneath an empress.”

The couple immediately separated, bowing in embarrassment.

Then someone called from the dock.

“Hancock!”

Son Gohan approached with a smile, carrying a basket of food he had brought for everyone on Amazon Lily.

Hancock’s demeanor transformed.

“Gohan!” she cried, rushing forward and wrapping both arms around him. She pressed against his side, gazing up at him with sparkling eyes. “You traveled all this way merely to see me? How wonderfully devoted!”

“I came to visit everyone,” Gohan clarified gently.

“Of course. Everyone,” Hancock repeated, already imagining a wedding ceremony, matching outfits, and their future home overlooking the sea.

The Kuja warrior she had criticized raised an eyebrow. “Lady Hancock, is this not excessive affection?”

Hancock turned, still gripping Gohan’s arm.

“This is entirely different,” she said proudly. “I am not simply acting lovey-dovey.”

Gohan blinked. “You’re not?”

“No,” Hancock replied, smiling dreamily. “I am planning our marriage.”

Gohan nearly dropped the basket.

Funny, Bad Flirt

Goten to Kawakami

Kawakami was finishing grading papers when Goten leaned against the classroom doorframe with all the confidence of someone who had absolutely no idea what he was doing.

He flashed a bright grin.

“Hey, Kawakami!”

She looked up. “Yes?”

Goten gave a thumbs-up.

“Are you a Senzu Bean? Because whenever I see you… I feel like I can fight another ten villains!”

“…”

“And… uh…”

He snapped his fingers dramatically.

“Your eyes are prettier than a Super Saiyan aura!”

Kawakami blinked once.

“…That’s nice.”

Encouraged by the lack of immediate rejection, Goten continued.

“If beauty gave power levels, yours would be… like… over nine billion!”

“…”

“And if I had the Dragon Balls…”

He pointed at her with complete confidence.

“…I’d wish for a second date with you. Even though we haven’t had a first one yet.”

Silence.

Long.

Painfully long.

Kawakami stared at him with the same expression she reserved for students who proudly handed in a blank test.

“…Who taught you to flirt?”

Goten scratched the back of his head.

“Nobody. I’m improvising!”

“I noticed.”

“I think I’m doing pretty well.”

“You are not.”

“I’ve got more.”

“I believe you.”

“…Want to hear them?”

“No.”

“But this one’s my best.”

Kawakami sighed the sigh of someone who had completely accepted her fate.

“…Go ahead.”

Goten grinned.

“Are you a time machine?”

“…No.”

“’Cause every time I see you…” He gave a triumphant finger-gun. “…I think my future looks brighter!”

Another long pause.

Finally, Kawakami pinched the bridge of her nose.

“…That wasn’t the worst one.”

Goten’s eyes lit up.

“So it worked?”

“No.”

“…Half worked?”

“No.”

“…Quarter worked?”

Kawakami couldn’t stop the tiny smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

“It was… enthusiastically terrible.”

Goten pumped his fist.

“Yes! Improvement!”

Kawakami simply shook her head.

Persona series x Sekirei

Ren Amamiya, Makoto Niijima, Male.Musubi

Ren, were you surprised that Makoto was the only one who can keep up Musuo's training?

“Surprised?” Ren repeated, glancing toward the gym floor.

Makoto Niijima was currently matching Musuo rep for rep.

Not surviving.

Not barely hanging on.

Matching.

Musuo dropped into another set of weighted lunges with that terrifyingly bright smile of his. “Excellent form, Makoto! Keep your spine straight and your spirit brighter!”

Makoto adjusted her gloves, breathing hard but steady. “Understood. Increase the pace if necessary.”

Ryuji, collapsed on a bench nearby, lifted one trembling hand. “No. No, don’t say that. Don’t encourage him.”

Ren took a slow sip from his water bottle.

“At first? A little,” he admitted. “Musuo’s training is… extreme.”

“Extreme?” Ryuji wheezed. “Bro made us do planks while he asked moral philosophy questions!”

Ren ignored him. “But once Makoto started keeping up, it made sense.”

Makoto’s eyes sharpened as Musuo switched drills.

Ren smiled faintly.

“She’s disciplined. Competitive. Stubborn. And she treats training like a test she refuses to fail.”

Makoto caught that, shooting him a look between exercises. “I heard that.”

“It was a compliment.”

“It had better be.”

Musuo clapped happily. “Wonderful teamwork! Next, partner tire flips!”

Ryuji went pale. “Partner what?”

Makoto rolled her shoulders. “Ren, with me.”

Ren sighed, already setting down his water.

Code Geass x Persona series

Lelouch vi Britannia, Ann Takamaki

Ann, what is one thing you really like about Lelouch and one thing you really dislike about him?

Ann Takamaki smiled softly, her expression warming at the thought.

"I like Lelouch for his hidden kindness," Ann answered. "Most people only see this confident, dramatic genius who always acts like he's ten steps ahead. But when no one's looking, he does little things for people without expecting any credit. That's the part of him I love the most."

She then sighed, rolling her eyes with an amused smile.

"And I dislike his arrogance." She added with a dismissive wave. "Seriously, sometimes he walks into a room like the universe personally asked for his opinion. I swear, if humility were a class, he'd insist he could teach it better than the instructor."

Just then, Lelouch, who had been standing just outside the doorway, cleared his throat.

"I wasn't aware my confidence was so offensive."

Ann crossed her arms with a teasing grin.

"It isn't."

"...It's the speeches."

"The speeches?"

"Yes, the speeches. You could ask someone to pass the salt and somehow turn it into a five-minute monologue about strategy, history, and the fate of nations."

Lelouch paused.

"...That seems like a slight exaggeration."

Ann simply gave him a knowing look.

He thought about it for a moment.

Code Geass x Persona series

Love Calculator: Lelouch vi Britannia x Ann Takamaki

Love Calculator Result: 8% - Sorry, but your love is as likely to bear fruit as a mango tree planted on an Antarctic glacier.

X-xx-X

Lelouch stared at the screen in complete silence.

Love Calculator Result: 8%

"Sorry, but your love is as likely to bear fruit as a mango tree planted on an Antarctic glacier."

"..."

"..."

Ann blinked twice before bursting into laughter.

"Pfft—HAHAHA! A mango tree? On an Antarctic glacier? That's so specific!"

Lelouch adjusted his glasses with all the dignity he could muster. "I refuse to believe this algorithm has any scientific merit."

"Oh?" Ann grinned, leaning over his shoulder. "So the great strategist is declaring war on a love calculator?"

"It is objectively flawed."

Ann pointed at the screen. "Or maybe it's calling you out."

"My success rate in predicting outcomes is significantly higher than ninety-two percent."

"And yet," Ann teased, poking his cheek, "you somehow scored an eight."

Lelouch frowned at the number as if it had personally insulted his lineage.

"I have outmaneuvered empires."

"Mm-hmm."

"I orchestrated global-scale operations."

"Sure did."

"And I lose to... a website comparing us to frozen fruit?"

Ann laughed so hard she had to wipe away a tear.

"Okay, okay... that's actually kind of adorable."

"There is nothing adorable about statistical slander."

She nudged him with her shoulder.

"So... what now, Your Majesty?"

Lelouch's violet eyes narrowed at the monitor.

"We test its methodology."

Ann raised an eyebrow.

"...You want to beat the love calculator?"

"I intend to expose its weaknesses."

Five minutes later...

They had entered random celebrity names.

A toaster.

A goldfish.

A chessboard.

Pizza.

Zero.

Panther.

The results were wildly inconsistent.

Ann was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.

Lelouch folded his arms with a victorious nod.

"As expected. The algorithm is irrational."

Ann smiled warmly at him.

"So... our actual chances?"

Lelouch looked at her for a long moment before allowing himself a faint smile.

"I believe they're considerably better than eight percent."

Ann slipped her hand into his.

"Good."

The laptop suddenly refreshed.

Updated Result: 100%

"Error: User persistence has exceeded system expectations."

They looked at the screen.

Then at each other.

Ann giggled.

Lelouch smirked.

Persona x Code Geass

Crossover Crack Ship: Lelouch Lamperouge x Ann Takamaki

LelAnn/Crimson Rebellion

Lelouch vi Britannia:

X

Ann Takamaki:

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

Rias' peerage believes that she became Goten's warden of sorts to get close to him. She refuted this trying to claim professionalism... but when she is coming dressed in this and making sure that it shows off towards him... clearly that isn't true.

Dongtan Dress Meme

Rias Gremory insisted, with absolute dignity, that her decision to become Goten’s “warden” was based entirely on responsibility.

“He is a powerful inmate with a poor understanding of structural integrity,” she said, seated at the head of the peerage table. “It is only natural that I supervise him personally.”

Akeno smiled into her tea. “Of course, President.”

Koneko stared at her. “Suspicious.”

“It is not suspicious.”

“You transferred his schedule to match yours,” Yuuto pointed out politely.

“For efficiency.”

“You moved his cell closer to your office,” Asia added.

“For security.”

“You bring him lunch every day,” Issei said.

Rias folded her arms. “For morale.”

“And today,” Akeno said sweetly, “you came to his inspection wearing that.”

The room went silent.

Rias looked down at herself.

The vivid red pencil dress was elegant. Professional. Perfectly respectable.

It also fit her like it had been tailored by a devil with no interest in subtlety.

Rias lifted her chin. “This is appropriate warden attire.”

Koneko blinked. “No.”

“It is red. It matches the prison-college uniform code.”

“There is no uniform code for wardens,” Yuuto said.

“There is now.”

Across the courtyard, Goten was standing behind the reinforced training fence, watching Rias with wide eyes and a face so red he could have powered a small reactor.

Rias noticed.

Her confidence returned instantly.

She adjusted the folder in her arms, turned just enough for the dress to catch the light, and walked toward him with slow, graceful authority.

Akeno’s smile became dangerous. “Professionalism, President?”

Rias did not look back.

“Entirely.”

Goten swallowed as she approached. “Uh… Rias?”

“Yes, prisoner?”

“Are you, um… doing an inspection?”

Rias stopped in front of him, one hand on her hip.

“Correct. I have to make sure you’re behaving.”

Goten tried very hard to look at her face.

He mostly succeeded.

Mostly.

“I’m behaving,” he said quickly.

Rias smiled.

“Good. Then you may carry my books again.”

Behind her, the peerage watched their proud, elegant president hand Goten a stack of textbooks she absolutely did not need help carrying.

Akeno sighed fondly.

Koneko said, “Not professional.”

Rias glanced back, cheeks faintly pink but smile victorious.

“It is disciplinary enrichment.”

Goten brightened. “I like enrichment.”

Rias’ peerage collectively gave up.

Their president had not become Goten’s warden to get close to him.

Obviously.

When Male Musubi is jokingly told by Minato's sister that he loves big chest... did the himbo seriously show them off to him?

Takashi didn’t even look up from sharpening his spear.

“…She does.”

Across the campfire, Shizuka beamed.

“I absolutely do!”

She puffed out her chest proudly, adjusting the white cloak she’d somehow managed to keep spotless despite the apocalypse.

“I’m Takashi-kun’s personal White Mage!”

Takashi sighed.

“You’re just the group’s medic.”

“I’m your medic.”

“The group’s.”

“My favorite patient is you.”

“The group’s.”

“You nearly died three times this week.”

“…Fair.”

X-xx-X

The first time she’d truly saved him happened outside the ruined city of Arlen.

They’d been surrounded by undead goblins and a towering zombie minotaur.

Takashi managed to bring the monster down, but not before its rusted axe carved a deep wound across his side.

He collapsed the moment the battle ended.

His vision blurred.

He remembered Shizuka dropping to her knees beside him.

“Takashi! Stay with me!”

“I… I’m fine…”

“You are absolutely not fine!”

While the others secured the area, Shizuka went to work.

She cleaned the wound, stitched torn flesh with practiced hands, poured healing potions over the injury, and cast every restorative spell she knew without hesitation.

Hours later, Takashi finally opened his eyes inside an abandoned chapel.

Shizuka was asleep in the chair beside him, still holding his hand.

When she noticed him stirring, relief washed across her face.

“Oh, thank goodness…”

Takashi managed a tired smile.

“…Thanks.”

She blinked.

“…Did you just thank me?”

“…Yeah.”

Shizuka looked as though she’d just won the lottery.

“He thanked me!”

The rest of the party poked their heads into the room.

“He actually said thank you?”

“Write this down!”

“Someone record the date!”

Takashi groaned and covered his face with his blanket.

“…I regret recovering.”

Shizuka only laughed.

“No, you don’t.”

She squeezed his hand gently.

“After all…”

She smiled with the warmth only a healer could.

“A White Mage’s job is to make sure her favorite hero comes home alive.”

Takashi opened his mouth to argue.

“…”

Then closed it again.

There wasn’t much he could say.

What happens when Anakin and Ahsoka meet their future kid when he goes back in time?

Anakin: “So… you’re telling me you’re my son?”

The young Togruta folded his arms. “Technically, yes.”

Ahsoka blinked twice.

“…Mine too?”

“Yep.”

Silence.

Anakin slowly looked at Ahsoka.

Ahsoka slowly looked back.

“…Skyguy.”

“…Snips.”

Their future son pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Please don’t make this weird.”

Anakin ignored him entirely, grinning like he’d just won the galaxy’s greatest prize.

“I have a son!”

Ahsoka, meanwhile, walked a slow circle around the young man, inspecting his blue eyes, montrals, and stance.

“…You definitely inherited his dramatic posture.”

“And your habit of judging me,” Kaelis sighed.

Anakin suddenly wrapped an arm around his son’s shoulders.

“So, how good a pilot are you?”

“The instructors stopped letting me borrow starfighters.”

“Proud of you already.”

Ahsoka smirked.

“How many did you crash?”

Kaelis looked away.

“…Borrowing privileges were revoked after the seventh incident.”

Anakin burst into laughter.

“That’s my boy!”

“And my headache,” Ahsoka muttered, though the small smile on her face betrayed her.

Kaelis smiled softly.

“Seeing you two like this…”

He stopped himself before saying too much.

“…Just… stay together, okay?”

Neither Jedi understood why his voice suddenly sounded so emotional.

Persona series

Love Calculator: Ren Amamiya x Sadayo Kawakami

Love Calculator Result: 12% - Your love is like that which a parent with a newborn baby feels for sleep – distant and beyond consideration.

X-xx-X

"12%?" Ren mused as he looked at his phone. "Whatever."