#genshin roommate au

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#113 Dad no-

They Were roommates au...You might have forgotten to tell your adoptive father you have been...somewhat "married" with your roommates while raising a baby diety and a mysterious...baby with Inazuma features who you theorize isn't...human like Nahida for over a year now...you kinda forgot-

Y/n: When you see them, please don’t freak out, ok?...

Cyrus: To think you think so lowly of me, I’m not going to freak out! Whoever you’re dating, I’ll accept them

Y/n: Ok... You can come in

Alhaitham & Kaveh enters the room Nahida and Kuni are with your go to babysitters Dehya and Dunyarzad

Cyrus:  Alhaitham, Kaveh get out of the way, I am about to see who y/n is dating

Y/n*Facepalms*...

Part 5 of:

...ok from a teacher's pov Cyrus loves Alhaitham and Kaveh, and he holds them in a very high light...AS A FATHER POV ALHAITHAM IS A MAN WHO IS A KNOW-IT-ALL AND HAS HORRID EMOTIONAL TALKS-...AND KAVEH IS FIRECRACKER,INDEBT DRUNKARD-...that's why he never connected the dots

[pachimation]

cat person vs dog person

[dustofthedailylife]

Drunken Shenanigans (with the Roommate AU)

Alhaitham, Kaveh x Reader // fluff, crack, brainrot // [-> Roommate AU brainrots]

Imagine you, Alhaitham and Kaveh went out for a Tavern night and ended up getting utterly wasted.

It all started over a game of cards with Kaveh betting he could beat Alhaitham when it came to drinking (spoiler: he did not, he was the first to get drunk). And you were in on it too and went ahead and ordered some wine and other alcoholic beverages.

One bottle in and Kaveh was lying on the table already, visibly drunk with pink cheeks and a slurred speech, while Alhaitham and you were still going strong. Although you were beginning to feel a little fuzzy, too. And while Alhaitham would emerge "victorious" in this drinking battle, you all would end up equally wasted by the end of the evening.

Fast forward to all of you walking back home together and somehow the guys start fighting over you in their intoxicated states. This causes them to have no filter whatsoever and they end up confessing their love for you simultaneously in a very slurred and drunken way (and also start a fight over that).

"I see how you look at me, hmmm... come on, admit it." "*hic* Admit what?" "That you like me." "You are absolutely blind and stupid *hic* on top of that, too. They like me." "Oh, don't you start with that again, Kaveh!" "Hehe~" "What? Why are you giggling." "WHAT?!" "With the way you're fighting right now, you could *hic* think you guys are into me." "... I am." "NO, YOU'RE NOT. I AM."

On the next morning, neither of you remembered that any of this happened.

[merakiui]

KAZUHA WITH GLASSES?!?!?!?! oh, this entire outfit is so modern college au…… AND MISS BEIDOU!!!!!! (⸝⸝⸝• ω •⸝⸝⸝) ♡

[dourpeep]

being so used to hardass mean roommate kunikuzushi that when u come home really late one night for whatever reason ur shocked to find him crying in his sleep. and then comforting hin bc ydk what else to do. im normal about him.

- mean xiao (hi lol)

omg! Welcome back mean xiao anon!! You have been missed nodnod--I hope that you were able to get the peep you were trying to get (I've forgotten who idhfoiseh but I remember you were rolling for someone last time you were hanging out around here ehe)

AND ALSO ALSO ALSO are you excited?? It's finally time-

Scaramouche is coming home and all Scara wanters are going to be Scara havers def not because most Scara wanters have been waiting for years now and have been saving up since his initial appearance. some people's resolve scares me

But YES

gimme a moment I got side tracked again- (also going back after writing, I honestly intended to put more comfort but as you know roommate Scara has a mind of his own, so we'll just say that he and reader aren't really close yet)

Honey Milk Tea

Summary: You're tired, it's late, and your usually pain-in-the-ass roommate...is crying? Contains: Modern au, roommates, roommate!Scaramouche, fluff, comfort (??), awkward roommate situations, maybe a little bit of underlying feelings whether platonic or romantic-

You had to stay later for work again today.

Something happened and, for reasons that you'd rather be unaware of, the night crew called out (again, for the second time within a week), so you were stuck until your coworker could come in nearly three hours after your shift should've ended. A heavy sigh heaves, following the familiar gesture of your key turning in the door's lock, and you finally relax the moment you step into your apartment.

Unsurprisingly, it's dark.

Scaramouche likely retired a while ago, you note, considering that the clock’s hands are pointed decidedly at a time that you’d rather be in bed yourself.

With a stretch, you shuck off your shoes and coat. They’re set besides the entrance, and you know that you’ll get an earful later about leaving your stuff laying around, but the effort required to put them up in the entryway closet seems just a little bit too much to handle. You’ll make sure to apologize in the form of a cup of coffee if you manage to get up before him.

Though...you look at it one more time before deciding that you’re satisfied with the halfheartedly folded article of clothing.

It’s another minute before you finally walk into the combined living area and kitchen, and then another before you decide against a midnight snack despite the tempting idea of a quick meal to make your way towards the small hallway leading to the rooms. The longer that you spend awake, the longer that you’ll have to wait until you’re comfortable and asleep in bed, after all. Or, at least that the logic that you decided on tonight.

And then, you hear the soft sound of breathing.

There, on the couch, cheek pressed into the armrest and legs dangling haphazardly off, is your roommate. In the dimness of the apartment, you easily could have mistaken him for a stray blanket. But the closer you get (careful to take as quiet steps as possible) the easier it is to squint and see his familiar features.

He shifts, and for a moment you’re worried that you woke him, until he settles. Bangs falling from where they sat tucked behind his ear, he mumbles.

Huh.

Who knew he talked in his sleep?

“...breathe...”

You hold your own breath, hesitating in your spot when his brows scrunch up and his arm drags to rest across his forehead.

“...should breathe.”

Scaramouche’s expression shifts, the corners of his lips tugging down and you wonder about what he’s dreaming of. He must be, since he shows no sign of acknowledging you, right? His frown deepens while you’re left in your thoughts and, if you didn’t know better, you’d ask him what’s wrong.

But the silence continues and he shifts until he’s properly laid across the couch (good for him, you muse).

You know. You should probably go ahead and go to sleep yourself. Change out of your work clothes, maybe do a few stretches to relieve the ache in your back, and close your eyes. Except...you can’t seem to tear yourself away. Not when Scaramouche suddenly whimpers.

It’s a soft sound, pained and almost resigned. Like an eon’s worth of waiting only to be disappointed, but still being vulnerable enough for it to hurt.

His features relax, if only a bit, but the frown stays.

“...you promised...”

Suddenly, he looks hurt.

He turns on his side and his arm falls from his head down in front of his chest, fingers twitching.

It’s then that he starts to cry.

A tear beads and slips down from the corner of his eye, just enough to catch whatever meager light rests in the darkness, and wets the worn fabric of the couch. Another follows, and another.

And then, Scaramouche awakens.

He sits up straight, furiously rubbing at his eyes with white-knuckled fists even though the tears don’t stop. They continue to slip past.

“Shit. Shit-”

Tearing away from his face, he hits the back of the couch, eyes shut tight and teeth worrying at a wobbling lip he’d really rather not have. You could only imagine why, all things considered.

And you only imagined for a little bit longer before you were met with a furious glare.

“Why are you here? Go the fuck to sleep already.”

You didn’t want to ask, not that you weren’t curious. So, instead you offer a hopefully reassuring smile.

“Late shift. I had to cover for Jamie because they called out. Same with Bryce.”

The silence that follows is uncomfortable.

It’s weird to see your roommate so vulnerable—a few tears still streaming down his flushed cheeks from red and puffy eyes despite the clearly inconvenienced expression. Maybe it was the late hour, or perhaps the extra three hours, but you found yourself doing something you didn’t expect.

“...are you alright?”

He prickles at that, visibly. But then the tears start up anew and his shoulders shake in silence and he turns away to try to rid himself of them. 

“I know we don’t really talk much, but I’m always ready to listen if you need it. Really.”

Scaramouche shakes his head, pointedly keeping himself face away from you, but you see the way that his shoulders loosen.

The moment that his tears reduce to sniffles, he stands up.

It takes only about ten large strides for him to make his way across the living area to the kitchen sink. After a few splashes of cold water and a vigorous wiping with a handful of paper towels, he finally takes in a deep breath.

“There’s no need to waste words on something that’s in the past.”

The light turns on with a click and your apartment floods with light. Leaning against the counter with crossed arms, he still refuses to meet your eyes.

“It’s whatever. Do you want a cup, or not?”

Despite the underlying discomfort, Scaramouche forgoes your lack of an answer to fish two mugs from the cabinet, crossing over to fill the kettle with water and clicking the stovetop on. You watch as he grabs a box of chamomile from the side and sets a bag in each mug before tapping his fingers impatiently against the countertop.

The water comes to a boil much quicker than expected, and before you know it there’s a fresh, warm cup of honey milk tea pushed in front of you.

Nursing his own close to his face, Scaramouche watches you. He takes a sip.

“It tastes better when it’s still hot.”

“Oh--right, thank you.”

And it really does.

You take a deep drink, relishing in the light sweetness and comfort, missing the way that he seems to relax more at your acceptance, how he seems to not look away from you once. The drink is finished too soon for either of your liking.

When you thank him again, he shrugs it off, setting your cup besides his in the sink to deal with in the morning.

Soon enough, the lights flick back off and the two of you head down the hall to part ways.

It’s not until your door closes and he’s sure you’re occupied with getting ready for bed that he mutters a quiet thank you to the quiet hall. Tonight, he’s sure that his dreams will be sweeter.

Note: I like to think he's pretty bad at feelings so he goes about resolving things himself and by that I mean burying them in the form of making a cup of tea in hopes of calming his nerves

[wanderpawn]

My Roommate is Done For!

For the last few years, Neuvillette has been a total shut-in NEET, with no hope of recovery. That is, until the day their roommate Furina, a scientist, sneaks a medicine into their water that physically switches their body from female to male...?! Will Neuvillette finally get to live the life of their dreams?

warnings: an homage to Onimai: I'm Now Your Sister!! Lots of fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, Neuvillette is trans, they/them pronouns for Neuvillette, Neuvillette is a NEET/hikikomori, neuvifuri roommates AU

word count: 2,105

link to ao3!

Neuvillette was not one for common social norms.

No… they spent most of their time alone, in their room, surrounded by their favorite books. That’s all they ever needed to feel happy and fulfilled.

Their life after becoming a NEET had been a solemn one. When you don’t leave your house for so long, you end up losing the friends you once held close so dearly. With no way to connect, how could they understand the anguish of being so alone?

Neuvillette had always been an outsider. Though it wasn’t until a couple years ago, had they completely surrendered to their fate as a NEET.

Now they were an outsider… and alone, to their core.

The only person who still remained in their life was their roommate, Furina.

Furina was a scientist by nature and by profession, and loyal to a fault. When everyone else in the pair’s life had moved on to bigger, greater things, Furina would always be by Neuvillette’s side, coming her fingers through their waist-length silver hair, and singing them sweet nothings as they cried.

Ah, yes, the tears… Being completely alone leads to significant anguish, wouldn’t you say?

Furina knew she had to help Neuvillette. The problem is, she had to figure out what was wrong in the first place. 

It was a cold morning, near the beginning of winter. An alarm clock blared in a room with walls painted a sugary pink, with posters of characters plastering the walls, and bookshelves overrun with favorite series cramped into the small space. 

In one corner of the room was a bed. An arm reached out from under the thick, winter comforter and groped for the alarm clock.

Finally, it shut off. 

Peering out from the blankets was a grimacing face. 

“ Ugh… it’s already noon…”

Neuvillette paused. Something was… off.

“Has my—”

“Is my voice… deeper…??”

They reached for their phone. The dark screen reflected back their face, only…

Well, it’s kind of hard to say looking into a dark phone screen. 

Neuvillette got out of bed, noticing their oversized t-shirt hung slightly differently on their small frame than usual. They shrugged it off, and walked to the bathroom.

The mirror. It was… wrong. 

It had to be. 

No way… No way was Neuvillette looking in the mirror and seeing short hair… a flat chest… and a masculine face staring back at them…!!

They gripped the edge of the sink so hard their knuckles turned white. 

Neuvillette glanced down at their loosely-fitting blue and white striped shorts. 

“I have to…” They choked out, their mind dancing on the verge of completely flipping out. “...for… for science… ”

Hooking their thumbs in the waistband, they slowly lowered both layers…

‘HowisthishappeningIcan’tbelievethisishappeningWHATTHEHELLISGOINGONWITHME—’

“Neuvillette~! Are you up?” A cheerful voice sang from outside the door.

“Furina– I– Something’s— OW!!” They shouted, hitting their head on the sink from bending over.

“Sorry– hold on…” They came out of the bathroom, their arms awkwardly crossed in front of their chest, and their head ducked slightly in embarrassment.

Furina tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I see… I see…”

“Well, it didn’t make you as tall as I thought it would… But everything else is there!” “H-huh?! You mean… YOU did this, Furina?!”

She nodded. “Just slipped a little of the medicine in your water last night, tee-hee~!”

Neuvillette dragged a hand down their face exasperatedly. 

“Furina… you can’t just use the people in your life as guinea pigs… What kind of girl do you take me for, anyway?!”

“Well, Neuvillette, you can choose to identify however you’d like, but …” Furina gestured to her roommate’s disheveled, yet newly masculine appearance, “ you’re not exactly a girl anymore … literally speaking.”

The shorter male sighed tiredly, leaning back against the wall, their bluntly-cut silver hair tangling slightly as they slid downwards towards the floor.

“Well…” Furina smiled gently, crouching down to Neuvillette’s curled-up height. “When you’re feeling better, there’s somewhere I want to take you, Neuvi.”

“What kind of somewhere…?”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

“A… shopping mall? Furina, are you crazy?!”

“No, I am not! Your new appearance naturally requires new clothes! And I’m tired of seeing you in that old baggy t-shirt. You deserve to wear something nice that looks just as cute as you do! Think of what a show-stopper you’d be with the right assortment of clothes,”

Furina gestured to the pair’s reflection in a window display. Neuvillette blushed, reaching up to hide their face with their hands, but Furina grabbed them by the wrists. 

“No more hiding, Neuvi. It’s time to take that first step out into the real world! And I promise, it’ll be worth it.” Her smile was unavoidable, her gaze piercing straight into Neuvillette’s heart. They couldn’t help but blush furiously at their friend’s words. 

“Now, come on! The stage of life awaits!” Intertwining her fingers with theirs, she led them into the shopping mall confidently, smiling all the way.

・・・

“Ah, my favorite store’s over here!”

They had arrived at a medium-sized boutique, the name written out in a classy script on the awning over the door: “ Fontaine Belle-Eau.”

“How do I even pronounce tha–”

“Look, Neuvi! Isn’t this the most perfect outfit ever for you?” Furina cried, yanking Neuvillette indoors to look at a display mannequin. 

The mannequin was wearing a white blouse with long, billowing sleeves that ended in ruffles, paired with navy blue shorts, and a matching cape over the shoulders that had a glittering aqua-colored design. The whole thing was tied together with a white flouncy neck ribbon that faded to blue at the tips, with a bright, piercing ocean-colored teardrop-shaped brooch in the center.

Neuvillette stared at the outfit, their eyes wide as they took in all the fine details. 

“It’s beautiful…” They finally managed to choke out, “but much too fancy for everyday wear. I couldn’t possibly see myself wearing it anywhere.”

Furina tapped her chin, a slight hint of a mischievous smile on her lips. 

“Can I help you two find something?” A voice spoke behind them.

Furina whirled around, dragging Neuvillette with her as their hands were still intertwined.

“Yes, indeed you can! My… uh, friend here is looking for some more masculine fashion!”

“Certainly. I can hold whatever you like in a fitting room for you.” “Great, thank you so much!” Furina beamed. Neuvillette scratched the side of their face awkwardly, refusing to make eye contact.

“Anything for such an adorable new couple,” The saleswoman smiled amusedly.

Her words hung in the air for a moment to Neuvillette. As Furina giggled happily, Neuvillette began to panic.

“W-wait, we’re not—!!” 

“I’ll let you two have some time to browse our selection. What name should I put on the dressing room?”

“Neuvillette,” Furina smiled proudly.

“Furina—!!”

“Just let me know whenever you find something you like,”

“Furina, are you listening to me—!!!” “Thank you so much!”

“FURINA—!!!”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Trying on the clothes went fairly easily, since Furina picked most of the items out. There were a few here and there that Neuvillette liked on their own, too, though.

There was an outfit that consisted of black shorts, a white ruffle-collared blouse, and a sweater with thick baby blue and white stripes that Neuvillette liked quite a bit.

“Isn’t it nice not having to wear a binder?” Furina smiled from the bench she sat on outside the dressing rooms as Neuvillette examined themself in their blue-and-white-striped outfit from every angle in the mirror.

“H-how did you know about my binder?!”

“Laundry,”

“ ...Oh… ”

“Anyway, Neuvi, there’s one more outfit I want you to try on, just for fun!”

Neuvillette hesitantly walked over to where Furina sat. Folded in her lap was the outfit the mannequin wore, accompanied by her own sheepish smile.

“Just try it on, would you?”

Neuvillette rolled their eyes, scratching their face anxiously. “Sigh… fine . I guess it doesn’t hurt to just try it.”

They gingerly took the outfit in their small hands, and disappeared into the dressing room to put it on.

“How’s your boyfriend liking the clothes?” The saleswoman asked Furina from her desk nearby.

“Ahaha…!” Furina waved her hand sheepishly in front of her face. “He likes them!” She smiled as her gaze lay softly upon the dressing room door. “He likes them a lot.”

A few more minutes passed as Furina made idle talk with the sales attendant, until finally, Neuvillette called out, “I think I might’ve put this on wrong, but I’m going to come out anyway. Okay, Furina?”

“Okay.”

After wrestling with the latch on the door, they stumbled out, their motions stiff with anxiety.

“Look at you…!” Furina’s eyes sparkled with joy. “You look perfect, Neuvi.”

And they did. Not only that, but they actually felt perfect, too, which could be corroborated by the wide, wobbly, cheesy smile plastered across their face, that they were currently trying to hide.

“Neuvi…” Furina stood, walking over to them. She ran her fingers through their bangs, then over the capelet that hugged their shoulders, feeling the texture of the glittery fabric on her skin. Her eyes met Neuvillette’s, and their gaze that had once been so filled with constant anguish and anxiety was now noticeably… lighter. 

Neuvillette stepped closer, pressing their face into her shoulder. She wrapped her arms around them with no hesitation.

That’s when Furina noticed… her blouse felt… wet .

“Neuvi, are you crying?” She whispered.

“I-I’m sorry…” They choked out between gasps. They hugged Furina tightly, secretly terrified that she might let go.

“I-I’m just now realizing… that you saved my life, Furina…”

Furina smiled, petting the back of their head gently. 

“I hated life so much… A-a-and I felt like… like I could never do what everyone else my age was doing… like it was too late… a-and I didn’t even know where to s-start…”

“B-but now… it’s like… like all of my problems are just… g-gone!”

“I’m sorry… B-but, thank you … but I’m s-sorry…”

Furina felt tears welling up in her eyes as well, and she smiled a smile so full of love for her dearest friend.

“There’s no need to be sorry, Neuvillette. You’re just existing, in the only way you know how.”

They nodded shakily into her shoulder. 

It took Furina a little while to get Neuvillette completely calmed down. But once they weren’t actively crying anymore, the pair paid for all the clothes they bought (including the fancy ouji coord!) , and headed home. 

The sun was setting as they walked home, and though Neuvillette’s eyes were puffy and red, they felt… good. Like they had a newfound hope. 

“So… did you have a good first day as a man? Or, um… what do you want me to call you, pronoun-wise, from now on…?” Furina smiled sheepishly once more.

Neuvillette stopped in their tracks, in the middle of a bridge that went over a river.

“Hmm… I haven’t really thought about that…”

Furina walked back, stopping next to them. She dropped her two giant shopping bags on the ground, and Neuvillette followed suit.

“Well, I gotta admit, I kinda liked it when you called me “he” to the shop attendees earlier…”

Furina’s face went pink, remembering the conversation vividly.

“Y-you heard that?!”

“Well, of course I did. I was in the same room as you, you know.”

“Do you…” She cleared her throat, “Do you remember what we were talking about?”

“Of course I do. Every. Last. Word. My darling~” Neuvillette giggled maniacally.

“N-nooooo!! I never… I didn’t…”

Neuvillette grinned, taking Furina’s hand in theirs and lifting it to their lips, giving her a small but serious kiss on the knuckles, to which Furina turned bright red.

Ah, the days of whimsy and youthfulness were truly all for Neuvillette from now on. No more lying around until noon every day… The days of a NEET were really over.

C’est la vie!

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Neuvillette awoke the next morning to find a note and a box wrapped with a royal blue ribbon on their bedside table.

The note read: 

“Dear Neuvi–

Whatever you decide to be any day, they/them or he/him— this will look great on you!

From,

Your darling roommate”

Inside the box was a set of shiny gold metal hair clips, one big and one small, both shaped similarly to a fleur de lis. The big one had an additional glittery blue feather-shaped piece of fabric coming out of the top.

Neuvillette never told Furina straight-out how much they loved them, but they wore them every day afterwards, to the point where Furina would know something was wrong if they weren’t wearing them. 

All in all, it’s the simple things we do for each other that show the most love, is it not?

Thank you so much for reading!! 💙

Now go watch Onimai if you haven't... it's one of my ultimate top favorite anime for a reason!!

[moxxnie]

✧ 💧☂️🔞 | Tear open the abyss (and climb back to the world) — Chiscara one shot

Word count : 23k words

General tags and rating : Mature, minors DNI ! Modern AU, roommates, hurt/comfort, fluff, minor angst, past Dottoscara briefly mentioned, trans!Scara (with AFAB language used), smut. More details after the cut.

Link : archiveofourown.org/works/50300539

A/N : Five months after the publication, I realize I've never posted this one shot here. So here goes! A little modern/roommates AU for the Chiscaraficfest that took place in september, prompted by BlissWielder on Twitter !

This was inspired by Wiistef's work (their roommates AU specifically), and they gave me permission to post the fic ! <3

More tags...

A/N : I actually speedran this in like, a week and a half right as I was starting my second year at uni, because I spent 2 months planning everything. "This time I'm not getting overwhelmed" –famous last words. Title is from the song "往業支離" – "Past Karma", I believe. It's an original Honkai Star Rail song for Blade, and it's an absolute banger.

Look.

[wistfxlwishes]

i saw a post that was like "the last 4 fictional characters in your camera roll are all roommates now" and uh. this is what i got. i think i like this au a little too much now and made a relationship chart.

i present, the chaos roommates. we have:

Childe, the original owner of the house

Diluc (specifically teyvat turboflux au who's friends with Ningguang), who Childe only let move in because he was Down Bad. regrets it, because Race Car Diluc is probably a pain to live with.

Navia, the lesbian who Diluc forced Childe to let move in and is the only one who actually pays rent

and Kokichi, who just. showed up one day and kind of went "mhm i live here now and it's all your problem."

[ghostwaffleheimer]

hmmm pretty sus that Heizou has been on Kazuha's banner twice now hmmmmmm

[kizuna-the-randomix]

So one of my friends is really into history, lore, and Stuff and told me that a dude named Dr. Irving Finkel translates stuff from sumerian and he's, like, the one who learned that the Epic of Gilgamesh was like homework for scribes-in-training with said trainee scribes being, as I like to describe, 2-18-years-old rich kids. Bestie then proceeded to yeet me the mental imagery of some young noble child scribe writing GilKidu fan fiction instead of their homework [which, mood you scenario-noble child] which leads me to THIS crack shot of an idea being born when I said to them:

"Imagine one of the best scribes in the Modern Era was a 2 year old girl and the only reason she's considered the best because she lost her homework and that's the only reason why a Significant Part of The Story of Gilgamesh still exists."

Which lead me to conclude that "I can fanfic this." So really this AU (kinda) started because of bestie and because they like Kaveh and Deshret and Kaveh as Deshret, I decided to call this one The Epic of Deshret AU (shortened name) [full name of this AU would probably be Ancient Ship Fiction Survives AU]. (Below is basically copy pasting what I told them while I was running on AU juice)

Epic of Gilgamesh AU in Genshin but replace Gil and Enkidu with King Deshret and Nabu Malikata-- but its modern au with Haikaveh/Kavetham being Scribe and Archeologist respectively and they just uncovered a new site that contains ancient text that seems to hold new information about the Epic of King Deshret-- except that's not really the main plot.

So first scene is haikaveh uncovering the text and it like freezes to black and white, focusing on the Ancient text they're holding with some background dialouge going like "so you're probably wondering how I got here" with the voiceover being Nahida. Now flashback to an ancient time where The Era of King Deshret has passed but their stories told are still (kinda) accurate-- newly inducted scribe Nahida (5 years old), daughter of the late Lady Rukkadevata, has decided that she want to write about The Definitely True and Hidden Love Story of King Deshret and His Goddess of Flower Nabu Malikata that she discovered from her Late Mother's hidden books. There starts the tale of a grand adventure starting her escape from her definitely-not-power-hungry uncle Azar who definitely did not kill Rukka to going on a journey where she meets many people, asking them about what Hidden Details they could possibly know about King Deshret and Nabu Malikata to make her Definitely Hidden True Love Story more accurate.

So like the thing is that the story Nahida finds from her mom's hidden stuff is a What-If fanfiction if Nabu Malikata lived and they went on their way to Love and Procreate. Yeah she definitely still died as lore accurate to her Epic of Gilgamesh counterpart Enkidu.

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So yea that's all that I got for now. If anyone does decide this also tickles their plot bunny do tag me so I can see it too.

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#90 THERE'S TWO-

They were roommates + Baby Archon au...They multiply-

You and Kaveh were strolling around Port Ormos

Y/n: I just think that in a parallel universe, blorgons are- hold on-

Baby!Kunikuzushi*Was left in a basket in the sea, crying his tiny heart out as he wiggled trying to get outta the blanket*

Y/n*Grabs the basket* a baby...I wasn't expecting this

Kaveh:...Guess we'll have to support it

Y/n: I guess I could do another kind of job, maybe at beans & more and more, I'll probably have to work double shifts, but-

Kaveh: Oh, I see, While you're off, climbing the ladder at Beans & More, I'll just stay home and raise him and Nahida alone!!! That's fine. I'll just give up on my dreams!?!

Y/n: Here we go...

Kaveh*Tears up and sniffles with a pouty face* What? He needs to learn a strong man can cry!?!

Baby!Kuni*Blinks seeing a big man crying*...

-Back at Home-

Alhaitham*Currently with Nahida on his lap reading her a book of string theory, smiling seeing her slapping his hand if he tries to turn the page before she is done*

The door is kicked open and you coming in holding...a baby up in the sky with Kaveh throwing petals around you

Y/n: GUESS WHO BECAME A BIG SIIIIISTER!?~...like we pratice lil one~

Baby!Kuni*Sucking on his thumb, but then he raises his arms up with a smug war cry*GAAAAAAAH!

Nahida*Gasps happily seeing at that*!!!

Alhaitham:..PLEASE DO NOT TELL ME YOU TWO KIDNAPPED A KID AGAIN-

Part 3 of:

[ink-blot-thoughts]

Okay big brain thought time:

Phantom thief Haikaveh AU.

Kaveh is a phantom thief who loves his dramatics and stealing from rich people. Is still hella in debt cause he gives away everything like the most sopping wet rag version of Robin Hood. Uses mad architecture knowledge to evaluate buildings. His arch nemesis? Detective Alhaitham.

Meanwhile, Dectective Alhaitham is a bored detective who will not be working overtime on this new thief case, thank you very much. Accidentally keeps foiling Kaveh's heists by running into him and Kaveh can't keep himself from arguing with him and getting caught by all the yelling. Hmm? Archnemesis? He has no time for such a ridiculous notion, besides, Kaveh practically catches himself, Alhaitham would much rather spend the time reading a good book.

[dustofthedailylife]

DUST !!!!! I heard you're sick atm so i m wishing you the speeeeediest recovery ! take it easy && rest well ok luvvie (⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄‸o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝) cus roommate au kaveh + alhaitham will make sure you get everything you need !! kaveh would be such a mother hen: fussing over you 'n making you soups, bringing everything bedside && haitham would tell him he's spoiling u too much buuuut he's a softie at heart (even tho he's super annoying abt making u take medicine) 'n will read to you til you fall asleep ! and OF COURSE they will be on their best behavior til u get better... and then someone will say they're the best caretaker & so the other must fire back a rebuttal & so on ! hehe (๑>؂•̀๑) ♡

Jadieeee <3 Thank you! Yes, Covid got me so I'm just lying in bed most of the day while napping 😭

And Kaveh so would! He's essentially building a pharmacy by your bedside and bringing you fresh tea every now and then. Heck, he'd probably even carry you to the bathroom and wash your hair for you while you soak in warm bath water when you are unable to do so. 10/10 - Kaveh is the King of pampering you.

I could imagine Alhaitham scrunching his nose when he sees Kaveh make soup in the kitchen as well (we all know how much he hates soup).

Secretly Alhaitham wishes he would've taken the initiative to care for you first though. So from this point onward expect double the amount of tea or... literally anything else. Kaveh goes out to buy all sorts of vitamin shots and immune boosters while Alhaitham goes out to get some dried herbs for medicinal tea from Tighnari (poor guy always ends up helping one of the guys because of you...). You may even see Alhaitham prepare soup for you (insane, I know - that alone shows that you're important to him). Alhaitham would even voluntarily read this tacky romance novel you've been reading to you because he knows you're too weak to do so by yourself.

Kaveh would totally be the 'there there, rest up and sleep, yell if you need anything' type of guy.

In the meantime, Alhaitham would be the 'did you drink enough yet? make sure to take your meds. Sleep is more important than ever when you're sick. According to your symptoms, you should-' type of guy (he really means well but when you're sick you really cannot deal with smartassery... although admittedly there is a lovely side to it too)

[pandamito]

Genshin Impact - Wriothesley & Clorinde

(just two flatmates watching paperissima sprint on tv)

i have a new modern au with them being flatmates and besties, i didn't expect their dynamic to be so funny in game!!

[salemcantupdate]

And they were roommates

[ch1lde-mora]

hii i totes want some new authors to follow so, im sending a req :3 !!! some soft roomie childe x reader 💞

have a yummy day! ~~

and they were roommates - childe x reader

hello!! thank you for the request <3 i decided to do a small modern confession scene for this but childe miiight be a little ooc in this (lmk if u think he is)! again tysm and i hope u have a good day too !!

story under the cut - enjoy !! xo V

When you first moved in with Childe, you never expected the kind of life you have now. Fresh out of college and desperate, one of your good friends had a room open and a reasonable rent; you took that offer as fast as he gave it to you with wide eyes and the hope for a bright, happy future.

In this moment, however, nothing seemed very happy or bright except for the ginger as he knocked on your door and peeked into your room at the crack of dawn to wake you up. “Y/N..! Wake up! It’s time to start the day!”

You turned over to look at him with sleepy eyes and the angriest expression you could muster -- it wasn’t very effective, as he was like the human embodiment of a star and very difficult to be mad at -- mumbling a response along the lines of “What do you want… Too early..” as he smiled even more widely.

Childe didn’t do this often by any means, but when he did it meant there was some sort of surprise, the fire alarm had gone off or that he had made breakfast. It was either the first or the last option, and quite honestly it was sweet but way too early. 

“Ah, cmon, I’ve got something planned for today. Just for us roomies, you know? I figured we could go grocery shopping and do a deep clean.” You blinked wearily before sitting up, pointing your finger at him. 

“You woke me up.. at this time in the morning.. to go grocery shopping.. and clean?” He nodded and you let out a large sigh before getting out of bed. When he had something planned like this, it was mostly a ploy to get the two of you to spend time together; it didn’t help that you had the biggest crush on him. 

“I knew you’d be down for it. Meet me in the kitchen in about twenty minutes, roomie.” He winked before leaving you to get ready, and you scrambled to get into something half-decent; Childe often left his true motives unknown, so you could only guess what was to come.

Once you were freshened up to your standards, you walked into the kitchen still blinking sleep out of your eyes to find him with an apron on making some food, quiet jazz playing on the radio. “We had a few eggs left, and the bacon wouldn’t have been good for longer so I figured I would make breakfast before we went.” He explained, and you gave a soft smile.

“That makes sense. Okay then, I’ll start making a grocery list. So, we need…” A comfortable silence came between the two of you after you spoke, the quiet scribbles of the pencil contrasting with the sizzles of the grease against the pan. 

After a few minutes, he plated the meal for two and placed it in front of you, tucking some hair behind your ear as he did so. “All ready. How’s your progress on the list?” A pink tint overtook your face as you stuttered out a response. “I- um- well- I think I have everything here.. Thank you for the meal.” 

You pushed the list towards him before taking a bite of your food, hoping that it would help quell your obvious blush. He took a look over the list and added a few things to it. “It’s no problem, really. Anything for my roomie, right?” “Y-yeah.. Sure.. What chores should I do today?” You rerouted the conversation to something a little bit more comfortable; he was such a flirt and you had half a mind to think that it was intentional.

“If you could clean up the kitchen, I would be happy to mop the floors and dust the living room. We should do that before we go, shouldn’t we?” He responds, an innocent look on his face as he takes a bite. “Yeah, that works for me.”

Soon after, the food was finished and you started on the dishes. Despite assigning himself to a different chore, Childe insisted on helping you with yours; his hand would sometimes brush against yours as you passed him the dishware and it made your heart jump every time. After this happened a few times, he decided to speak up about it. “Are you alright, girlie? You seem a little bit on edge today.” 

“A-ah, um.. I’m alright, really! Just didn’t sleep the best is all.” You feigned a yawn and smiled at him, noticing the suspicious look in his eyes. “Ooookay… If you say so.. I’m going to go start dusting the living room.” His eyes narrowed at you before putting away the final dish, heading towards the closet where you kept the cleaning supplies.

You followed after him, still a little bit distracted about the earlier interaction. Like, he brushed your hair out of your face, winked at you and kept brushing your hands against his -- deliberate or not, it still caused a stir -- so much so that you didn’t notice when you walked straight into his chest.

“Oh! Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?” He puts down the mop he was holding and leans down onto your level, noticing the rising blush. “What, do you have a fever or something? Girlie?” 

You blinked for a moment, a rush of thoughts running through your mind. Having had this crush for so long, you would rather take a chance now than never try. Taking a deep breath and leaning forward, you pressed your lips against his. When you took a step back, you couldn’t look him in the eyes as you spoke. “That’s what had me so distracted… Um.. If you want me to look for another place or something, that’s alright-”

He interrupts you, pulling you into another kiss. “Why didn’t you say anything? How long?” He holds your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Fidgeting with your hands, you answered. “A- A few months.. Um. Does that mean that you- well- we-” 

Meeting his gaze, he let out the biggest, most genuine smile you think you’ve ever seen from him. “If you mean what I think you mean, then.. Yes.” He holds your cheeks as he kisses you once more. “Y-you really mean it? You want to date?” You stutter out, still in disbelief. “Yes!” The ginger boy now holds you in his arms, squeezing you tightly.

“Wow.. Um.. I can’t believe it.” You admitted, a smile coming to your face. “Well, you have the rest of the day to believe it, ‘cuz dating or not this apartment still needs cleaning.” Blinking for a moment, you let out a giggle before letting go of the hug and moving forward towards the closet to actually grab the things you need.

“You know.. Instead of grocery shopping, would you mind going out tonight? Dinner’s on me.” Childe offers as he turns to face you, and the expression he wears leaves no room to say no. Not that you would’ve.