(prompt, crossover, rwby x hellaverse, best date vs worst date) Male!Pyrrha and Velvette (hellaverse one, just in case) on their best and worst dates.
Pyrrhus Nikos had faced monsters, criminals, and impossible odds.
None of them were as terrifying as planning a date for Velvette.
The famous champion sat stiffly at an outdoor café, checking the time every few seconds.
“Wow,” she said, looking him up and down. “You actually cleaned up nice.”
Pyrrhus chuckled. “I spent an hour deciding which shirt to wear.”
She snapped a quick picture before sitting down.
The date itself was surprisingly simple.
Just coffee, pastries, and wandering through the city together.
Velvette dragged him into clothing stores and made him model ridiculous outfits.
Pyrrhus suffered through every single one with heroic patience.
“That one makes you look like a rich vampire.”
“I don’t think that’s a compliment.”
Later, they ended up at a rooftop overlooking the city lights.
The sun was setting, painting the sky orange and gold.
For once, Velvette wasn’t looking at her phone.
“You know,” she said quietly, “most people only see the celebrity stuff.”
Pyrrhus leaned against the railing.
“Most people only see the social media queen.”
For a moment, neither spoke.
The silence wasn’t awkward.
Pyrrhus carefully took her hand.
Velvette glanced down before squeezing it back.
“Best date you’ve ever had?” she asked.
He squeezed her hand gently.
“It’s the best day I’ve ever had.”
For perhaps the first time in her life, Velvette was completely speechless.
Then she buried her face in his shoulder to hide her blush.
Pyrrhus laughed as the city lights twinkled below them, both secretly hoping the evening would never end.
The worst date in the history of Pyrrhus Nikos and Velvette started with a restaurant fire.
Not because either of them caused it.
They had barely sat down when the kitchen erupted into chaos and everyone was evacuated.
"Well," Velvette said, staring at the smoke. "That's probably a bad sign."
"It can only get better from here."
Their backup plan was a movie.
The theater projector broke.
Their second backup plan was a park walk.
Their third backup plan was a fancy café.
A truck crashed into a fire hydrant outside and flooded the street.
By this point Velvette was laughing so hard she could barely breathe.
"I think fate personally hates me."
A pigeon immediately flew into Pyrrhus's face.
Velvette collapsed onto a nearby bench, wheezing with laughter.
Pyrrhus couldn't even argue anymore.
Eventually they gave up trying to salvage the date.
So they bought cheap convenience-store snacks and hid beneath a bus stop shelter while the rain poured around them.
Velvette sat on the bench with a bag of chips.
Pyrrhus sat beside her with a bruised ego and pigeon feathers still stuck in his hair.
Neither spoke for a moment.
Then Velvette started giggling again.
Pyrrhus tried to maintain his dignity.
And started laughing too.
Soon both of them were laughing so hard they attracted confused stares from passing pedestrians.
"This is objectively the worst date I've ever been on," Velvette declared.
"The restaurant burned down."
"You got attacked by wildlife."
"The pigeon was a worthy opponent."
That earned another fit of laughter.
As the rain continued to fall, Velvette leaned against his shoulder.
"I'm having a great time."
The date had been a complete disaster from beginning to end.
Neither of them would ever forget it.
And years later, whenever someone asked about their worst date, they would both immediately answer: