#zenless zone zero belle

[the-ultimate-puppeteer]

Since the leyley and childhood reader post was so good

Can you do the same post with belle and wise

Wise walks in on Belle and her boyfriend

•Y/N someone who's known wise and belle since before the fall of new eridu and currently a proxy and agent as you're the third member of phaethon being it's permanent agent

•Due to that, you spend a large amount of time at random play. While you don't live there, you are listed as property owner like the siblings

•You're actually the one who was running the store before the Phaethon account was lost. Which served to be quite the boone since it means their video stock was up to date already, and you already had quite a few dedicated customers and savings

•And well, you also got the bonus as well since you're free to work when you want, and random play is not only a business but home so you can go upstairs and nap whenever you need too

•So of course, when everything is slow and wise is out, you and Belle, of course, get up to things that couples you're age tend to do

•That being having sex and Belle wanting a challenge thought that she'd give marathon sex a try, and you not thinking of any drawbacks agreed

•Unfortunately the inevitable ended up happening as you ended up losing track of time as you were too engrossed with each other. However, the one exposed to the consequences of this happened to be wise, who was returning from hanging out with nicole.

•So you're probably thinking that he should've known what was happening due to the noises coming from her room or that her doors closed, so obviously, she's either having sex or watching porn

•Well the second one is the closest to reality, except that Belle has a habit of watching her hentai without headphones on and even during normal activities, forgets to close the door

•So wise on his way upstairs thought it was just Belle being Belle and that he just needed to remind her to turn the volume down

•He wasn't ready to walk by his sister's open door to see her Y/N chained to the bedpost and Belle dominating him

•He wasn't physically ready nor mentally since he fainted after his mind finally recognized what he saw

•So now there's a new rule of Y/N needing to remind Belle about closing doors, Belle hentai(art) is now to be listened to with headphones and a savings goal has been created so they can replace belle bedroom walls was with sound proofedd ones.

•Wise really wants to be mad or even irritated, except he can't, because unfortunately this same thing between him and Nicole, only in the breakroom which resulted in the couch needing to be burned and then thrown out. It's not his fault that Nicole is always pent-up

[germanich]

Sillies

[scribs-dibs]

cherry wine

(separate) belle & wise, gn reader, kinda ooc... because im still early game i think..., late-night proofreading. godspeed if ur reading this 🫶🏾

wc; ~1.7k total

phaethon can navigate hollows with ease. but a crush?

Wise does not hear any of the words that play loudly on the screen in front of him. He doesn’t care to. Though this is one of his favorites– his brain is occupied by you just sitting here, beside him.

The documentary buzzes on about its topic, but Wise can’t make out a word over the sound of his rapidly beating heart. He’s stiff– sat up straight as a board even if the soft cushions of the couch beckon him to do otherwise. He can’t think. Usually he is the one who can iron out the folds of a situation, a cool collected mind built to play in contrast to his sister. But now his thoughts are a mess- contorted underneath the blunt of his embarrassment. If Belle were here now, she’d laugh right in his face.

It’s her fault he’s in this mess to begin with.

(“You suck at hiding it, you know,” Belle is at his side in the doorway, waving you goodbye for the day. Her words make him jolt.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Your crush, obviously.”

Wise is almost sure that for a moment, his heart stops beating. He barely manages to suppress the gasp that threatens to spill out of his throat.

Instead he brushes it off, turns on his heel pointedly and shakes his head from a sudden bout of fake-exhaustion.

“Okay. I’m calling it a night—”

“You’re probably not the only one to like them, Wise.”

He stops in his tracks.

Because she's right. In the months the two have come to know you, you've been the kind, helpful neighbor who has helped them through thick and thin. You are known on Sixth Street, a regular name heard from store to store— he'd be foolish to think that he's the only one that has warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of you. Damn.

“Buuut,” Belle nudges him playfully on the shoulder, her signature smile making her eyes crinkle at the edges, “You could be the first to make a move.”

“Belle–”

“I’ll even help! Come on Wise!”)

And now he’s here, with his heart fit to burst out of his chest.

“So…uh,”

Your attention is on him now, the smoothness of his voice pulling you from the visuals of the movie. Little does he know, Wise is a pleasant sight for the eyes. He has a soft, lopsided smile, and his complexion is tinted with warmth because of his room’s dim lighting. (It’s strange, though, that the more you look the more intense it seems to get.) His eyes are usually crystal clear and focused, but now they are glossed over with something that looks like unease.

The longer you stare, the harder his heart beats against his ribcage. It’s not fair, truly. You’ve only sat next to him and looked in his direction, yet his face feels like it burns and his tongue is too heavy to form proper words. Movies are his thing. Belle had suggested this because it should be easy. But he can’t think straight when butterflies are soaring in his stomach.

At the very least, he wants to see if you’re even enjoying the documentary, so he wills his mouth to do something other than open and immediately snap shut.

“Do you…like me?”

The movie. He meant the movie. The sentence was supposed to be: Do you like the movie.

There is something pitiful, Wise thinks, in how he scrambles to make up for his botched words. The calm, steady tones of his voice are replaced by chopped up mix-mashes of sentences, trying desperately to weave into something coherent.

To no avail of course.

His mouth can’t seem to stop now that it’s started, fragment after fragment tumbling freely out of his mouth– like it has a mind of its own. He’s flushed up to the ears, the pink flush to his skin now all- encompassing. His mouth just keeps moving– until you manage to stop it with your own.

You can feel his breath hitch in his throat. Wise doesn’t think he deserves a reward this good after fumbling so badly, but when your lips brush against his he can’t find it in himself to be truly upset. You are pulling at the edges of his jacket, hands digging hard into the material to ensure he doesn’t try to pull away. You can’t stand to see him apologize for crossing some sort of nonexistent line– your feelings are returned.

“Does that answer your question?”

Wise has to take a moment to breathe. The kiss was a short little thing, one that was chaste in nature– you just wanted him to be sure of your own feelings. The blue-green of his eyes are focused on you– truly focused, this time, not a fleeting glance that is quickly cast away.

“Wise?”

Your voice snaps him out of the daze he was in.

“Yeah. Yeah, but,”

It’s his turn to pull you in this time– subtly soft hands cupping your cheeks.

“Would you mind ‘answering’ me again?”

Belle is someone you’ve always looked up to.

She’s sweet and smart, and throughout all your errands throughout Sixth Street she’s always available to lend a hand. You couldn’t find a paper long enough to list all the reasons you’re grateful for her presence.

That being said, when you’re face to face with her, you can’t quite seem to get yourself together.

“C’mon, you’re not going easy on me, are you?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see Belle pouting, brows furrowed and bottom lip jutted out. It’s adorable, and you’re so taken that you fully run into her snake on the arcade machine.

It was her idea to go out once the day had come to a close. The sun still hangs lazily in the sky, casting everything in gold. The arcade is a place where you can relax after being pulled this way and that by different people around town. This time, Belle joins you, offhandedly mentioning how she also needs to destress from such a long day at work.

You’re a bit distracted, though, when the neon lights reflect in her eyes and make her smile that much more radiant.

“You’re not answering…” Belle gasps, complete with a theatrical hand to her chest, “You are, aren’t you!”

“No, of course not! I just,” It dawns on you that the arcade is nearly empty, and suddenly this one-on-one game of snake seems far more intimate than it actually is. It’s just you and her. You can’t help but feel a bit giddy on the inside– the excitement must deal a blow to your accuracy.

“I’m just off my game, that’s all.”

Belle hums, contemplative. You can’t help but feel worried when the gears of her brain start turning.

“In that case…That just means we need to up the stakes!”

“Up the stakes?”

She nods, and her smile grows more devious by the second.

“Mhm! Let’s say…” Belle taps her chin, and though she is putting on a show of trying to think of something, you have a sneaking suspicion that she has already decided what it is she’s after, “The loser has to give something to the winner?”

You know, distantly, that this has to play into Belle’s hands somehow. But she’s never done you any harm, and her eagerness is so palpable that you can’t help but concede.

“Alright, alright. Fine.”

There is nothing but the buzz and click of the machine for a while, and Belle was right– the new motivation lights a fire underneath you, and suddenly your nerves are replaced by a burning desire to win. You don’t know what you’ll ask for if you do– by the time you two are finished here, with the score finally settled, you’re sure most of Sixth Street’s shops will be closed. But you want to win.

You swerve at the last minute to avoid Belle’s snake, grabbing a diamond on the tile in front by the skin of your teeth. But Belle has always been sneaky, able to pull a last-minute change in a situation with ease. She cuts a sharp turn, and the rest of her snake is able to encircle yours. You watch with a sickly sense of dread as your snake breaks into itty-bitty pieces.

You heave a sigh– at least it was a good game. But you’re still soured at the loss of a win that was so close.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Belle is grinning, eyes forming little crescents, “Don’t tell me you’re a sore loser…”

You roll your eyes, but you’re far too endeared to be properly annoyed.

“’Course not. You won,”

The arcade’s lights have started to dim by now, the peachy-colored sky dipped into inky darkness as you step out.

“Even if you were sneaky about it.”

“Was not!”

You glare out of the corner of your eye, and again you are met with a playful pout.

“What is it you want, anyway?” You busy yourself with walking a few steps ahead, avoiding her moonlit face as much as possible. How can you put up a fight when she looks at you like that?

“Well,” Belle gazes upon the shops along Sixth Street, their windows dark and their doors closed, “Everything is closed for the night, looks like. I’ll have to get a bit creative, huh?”

Belle’s footsteps grow louder, and before you know it she’s made her way in front of you, eyes full of starlight.

“How about…”

She takes slow, calculated steps toward you, and your heart leaps in your throat.

“A kiss?”

Belle is but a few inches away from you, her head tilted and her gaze soft. Her voice is quiet and unusually meek as she says it, like her confidence had reached its limit.

“…O-of course, if you don’t want to–”

You pull her in before you can second-guess yourself. Her lips are plush, and though she is initially surprised by your sudden movement, it takes barely a second for you to feel them smile against your own. Her arms link around you like it’s the easiest thing she’s ever done, and the silver-tinted street is drowned out like it never mattered.

When you part, her face is flushed a pretty shade of pink. You aren’t better off– you’re so happy that you now stand on wobbly legs.

“Happy now?”

“Hm, not quite. I think you should give me another.”

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ty for reading! rbs w/comments are appreciated!

[mobageheroine]

Belle - 铃

【Zenless Zone Zero】

[milton-chamberlain]

Art Trade!!!

[yoololzinha]

Phaethon

[shimutsuki]

[xinesthetic]

Silliest siblings known to men

[xernonnn]

Gonna miss these two agents so bad

[alamochaaa-a]

zzziblings ! ! ! 🐰✌️

[pikuna]

All the new characters, QoL updates and new area are really cool and I'm looking forward to them.

But the thing that made me excited the most was to see Billy in the trailer! He probably is either the contact that connected the Phaeton siblings to the Outer Ring gangs or he tagged along. Either way, we probably will get some interactions with Billy and the Sons of Calydon, hopefully even more backstory for him?

Still hoping there will be an Agent episode of him in the future!

Also side note, a hint of BillyBelle, hehe.

[germanich]

Belle

[midnightwerewoolf]

I love Belle and Wise.

The siblings ever.

They make fun of the other for not exercising but they are both weak and can barely run in chase sequences. They are the man in the chair, they are actually nice people who will help others even if it doesn't benefit them directly.

They are movie nerds, they have a money laundering business, they are always trying to get people to become VIPs for their movie renting store.

They lost so much, they want to reach the truth about their teacher's involvement with the hollows after the disaster in the old capital, they miss their home, they only have each other now.

[lunxri-vs-the-internet]

my headcanon’s for the zzzero siblings are that Belle is the gremlin sibling™️ while Wise is also the gremlin sibling™️ but he manages to keep the gremlin™️ regulated. Like 95% of the time

[mary-moongood]

Alexander Hamilton but the Zenless Zone Zero brainrot hit

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Well, consider me a vampire that was invited into the house, I guess.

Hope you are alright with me bringing a small token of appreciation first - small drabble to read!

**********

- Everybody, hold on. - Wise's even voice cut through the chatter of Cunning Hares and Belle. - I have...weird reading.

The group stopped, while Belle instantly asked her brother for specifics. She didn't really like the confusion in her brother's gone when he answered.

-The Ether levels. They behave strangely. First they skyrocket, then instantly drop to near nonexistent levels. And it happens with odd..rhythm. And trajectory. Almost as if-

-Everybody, hide! - Belle commanded, even before Wise finished his speech. Her bangboo rushed to cover first, with Cunning Hares following their proxy's footsteps.

Not a second later than the group hid behind some rubble, the farthest wall exploded and a large Ethereal sailed through it, colliding with the wall near them. It started to fall apart almost instantly. The cold, metallic voice resonated through the area.

- [Not this one either then. Dullahan is still roaming free.] - The figure rushed through the opening in the wall, stopping near the Ethereal and grasping it with their hand. - [Your existence shall serve me some more, husk.]

Belle had to bite down her gasp when she saw the Ethereal slowly being absorbed into the person(?) hand. Billy did gasp though, nearly giving away their hiding place. The odd figure instantly turned towards the sound, giving Belle a chance to see a blank metal mask on their face.

Suddenly, the figure blurred in her vision - rushing away at inhuman speed.

-They are headed towards the next high Ether level zone. - Wise supplied quickly. - Just where we were headed before now.

Belle sighed. Could this contract be normal at least once? First their account was nuked, then they willingly decided to confront high level Ethereal - and now THIS.

She really wanted to sleep.

First of all Anxious, you should really try your hand at writing.

Second of all, I am a big fan of this so I hope you don’t mind that I made my own little addition to it.

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Wise drummed his fingers against the table as he scoured the Inter-Knot with Fairy.

The target of their search?

That Hollow Raider Belle and the others ran into.

The only thing they were able to turn up?

A single word.

“Kresnik”

A myth in the deep darkness of the Inter Knot.

A bedtime story used to scare young blood.

A creature in a metal mask that ate ethereals.

It’s said that it could rip any Ethereal apart with its bare hands.

It’s said that it could lift an entire train car and throw it with one hand.

It’s said that it could punch straight through a Gear Gate and rip it off its hinges.

And… it's said it didn’t care who or what was in its way, only that if it is it won’t be for long.

Or that’s what the stories said.

Wise didn’t know if he should believe them or not.

If he didn’t, that meant there was a strange being that could devour Ethereals.

If he did, that meant there was a strange creature that could devour Ethereals and tear through anything like it was paper.

Neither options were ones he liked.

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Context: Kresnik's or Krsnik's are a form of Vampire Hunting Shaman's with some vampiric powers of their own from Slavic Cultures. Its name roughly translates to "Resurrector".