Genshin Boys In A Fantasy Otome Game

genshin boys in a fantasy otome game

diluc: the stuck-up duke you're engaged to. incredibly rich and you're basically sold to be his wife by your parents who claim “they only want the best for you.” which, apparently, equals to this seemingly perfect man with handsome features and an endless amount of mora. however, as flawless he may be on the surface, you find out he's just a very negligent fiance who thinks buying you all the dresses and jewels in the kingdom is enough to make you happy. he's stiff and cold, shutting you out of his life; telling you his problems didn't concern you. but maybe... maybe he did that because he didn't want to trouble you. maybe he cares about you to an extent. he makes an effort to join you for dinner, no matter how busy he is, and his gifts are sometimes thoughtful, not just expensive. he's clumsy at flattery, but you appreciate the sentiment. (and maybe — just maybe — you could find happiness with him.)

kaeya: the step-brother of your fiance. you've always thought he was strange. his gaze on you lingered, and he stares at you far too often to be considered appropriate for a mere (soon to be) brother-in-law. his smiles are suggestive, and quite unsettling. but you find out he's kind, just a bit mysterious. he keeps you company when diluc can't make it into dinner, and he accompanies you around town in his brother's stead if he was too busy to come with you himself. he's nothing but a gentleman, friendly and approachable, but you both know there's a distance he can't cross. (and yet he longs to.)

childe: a smug thief you caught stealing one of diluc's treasures. before you can scream or call for help, he shushes you, and he slips away from the manor without managing to steal anything. it's a victory on your part, but he's a sneaky rat — he begins to visit you occasionally, just to rile you up for fun. you don't know how he does it, but he climbs through the balcony in your room, hiding in the shadows of the night to not let any of the servants see him. you're unamused by the blatant trespassing, but you can't deny he's entertaining to talk to. for a scummy thief, he sure does seem to love his family a lot. you can tell that much, from the voice he uses when he speaks of his siblings. (he sounds like that when he talks about you too, you know. you just never notice.) he gives you a ring one day — something he didn't steal for once. it's from his mother, he says. she told him to give it to the person he wanted to marry. he confesses he doesn't care about any of the treasure lurking within diluc's home anymore. because out of everything, he only wants to steal you away.

zhongli: your first love. he's an unassuming baron with not a lot of influence, but there's something powerful residing in his eyes, glowing amber even in the dimmest of light. he's kingly, his elegant nature befitting of an emperor sitting on a golden throne, and yet he's as humble as a commoner, with no regards to his overflowing wealth. there's something special about the way he snakes his hand around your waist when you take the chance to dance with him at a ball, supposedly for obligatory purposes, but you lose yourself in his gaze, the color of honey staring deeply into you lighting your cheeks red. when he takes your hand in his, you feel his warmth through his glove (and idly, you wonder what it would be like if his gloves weren't in the way). he led you to the floor, twirling and spinning, and he's the perfect partner; he's as gentle as a passing wind, but his searing touch lingers, when the song comes to a close and he releases you. then your eyes travel to his left hand, an engagement ring adorning his finger, and your heart crumbles into a million pieces.

albedo: a renowned mage known for his genius in the entire continent. magical powers aren't very common, thus mages are normally held in high regard, but he's even idolized by fellow mages. he was adept with his powers from a young age, but he doesn't see himself as anyone special. you meet him as a child when you both attended a boring ball, and since you were both children seeking some entertainment in this formal arrangement mainly utilized by adults, you both ditched the ballroom and went off somewhere quiet so albedo could show you some “party tricks”. he became your usual playmate from there on, and he's essentially your childhood friend. he does the meanest pranks (since he's a mage, he can easily turn your hair color into a bright green or temporarily turn you into a frog), but he's very nice when it counts. he gives you healing potions when you fall ill, and he casts a protection charm in every accessory he gifts you on your birthday. he's particularly interested in the study of dragons, despite dragons basically being a myth in your continent's fairy tales, and everyone thinks he's delusional for believing in them but you support him in his studies. you're naturally curious in what he does as a mage, and he's happy about that, however he is unamused when you jokingly ask him to make you a love potion to give to zhongli. (in retaliation, the very next day, he shows up in your room as a frog, claiming he had an “accident” while he was making a potion, thus turning himself into an amphibian. apparently, the only cure for it was... a kiss? what? didn't he make you an actual remedy when you were the one turned into a frog five years ago?)

venti: a whimsical bard you happened to come across with when you snuck out of your home as a rebellious teenager. you were immature then, and a bit adventurous, and you wanted to see how commoners lived their life. you went out with simple clothes, with a cloak covering your facial features to hide your true identity, but some brute thieves noticed your expensive-looking wallet despite your efforts and immediately took the chance to rob you. then suddenly, a lithe boy jumps from a roof, distracts the men, and grabs your hand to lead you away from the chaos. he's light on his feet, full of bubbly energy, and although you were ready to compensate him for his help with whatever amount of money he could possibly ask for, he only requested for a single drink in a nearby tavern. he is... rather odd. he successfully identified your real title, but he didn't hand you off to palace guards right away to have you escorted back to your estate. no doubt having done so would earn him a great sum, because your parents had put a bounty over your head. instead, he offers to show you around town, plays you a song with his lyre, and introduces you to his friends. yes, he's certainly a strange fellow... but it's not just his behavior that's weird. his way of speaking is too eloquent for a commonner, and he knows too much about the officials governing the kingdom. his songs are always cryptic, insinuating a deeper meaning to his lyrics, and his eyes, though holding a childish twinkle, had a knowing gleam. and to top it all off, he introduced you to his “best friend” — the mythical dragon dvalin himself?! (it's somewhat underwhelming to find out he's the long lost prince of the kingdom right after you saw such a large creature hiding among the mountains.)

xiao: your ever so loyal knight. as a child, he lived in the slums; a part of the kingdom everyone tended to avoid from fear. your father took pity on xiao when he found him struggling to survive and brought him back home to take care of him, planning to assign him as your personal knight once he was given proper training. xiao was surely worth pitying when you first laid your eyes on him — downcast eyes, sooty face, torn clothing with muddy shoes, and lacking any personal belongings. however, after he'd taken a nice bath, you learned he was quite pretty, with youthful features certain to turn handsome as he grew up. his eyes were an enchanting gold, skin as soft as velvet, and his hair was shiny and silky, though it was unfortunate he shied away whenever you tried to take a closer look. he was surprisingly meek, but you knew better than that. (after all, if he survived in the slums all by himself, you didn't doubt his capability to murder a man with his bare hands.) he was incredibly distant with you, but you didn't give up your attempts to befriend him. you invite him to go to the library to read storybooks together, just to see a twinkle of innocence light up his lifeless eyes. you dismiss his panicked refusal when you set up garden picnics especially for him, because he may pretend like he doesn't want to eat anything, but you can clearly see him eyeing that plate of almond tofu. soon enough, he grows fond of you, and he protects you not only because of his job, but also because you're someone precious to him.

as your knight, and by extension, your dearest friend, he is tasked to watch over you.

so he watches from the sidelines as you befriend another young boy — a mage known as albedo — and gazes in envy as albedo converses with you casually, able to stand on even ground with you. how he wished he could do the same.

he watches as you sneak out from your window to wander around the kingdom without permission, panic settling his nerves when you nearly injured yourself in doing so, but he doesn't stop you from escaping home, because he wanted you to have a taste of freedom. he regrets his decision when you come back home telling about your newest friend, venti.

he watches the exact moment when you fall in love with zhongli, putty in the older man's hands as he twirls you around the ballroom, and xiao could only look at you from a distance, sourness rising from the back of his throat. your heart wasn't the only one that shattered that day.

he watches as you sit across from diluc in the dinner table every night, eyeing the engagement ring on your finger illuminated by the chandelier hanging overhead, and remains silent even when your chatter starts to fill the air. he longs to take it off of you.

he watches, with a sense of empathy, when kaeya glances at you with a gaze too fond, in times you can't notice. you overlook it, as always, because that's how you've always been, unaware of the effect you have on other people. he's glad you were oblivious, sometimes.

he watches as you interact with that good-for-nothing thief every late evening, standing guard by the door in case childe tried to do anything. if he ever did, xiao wouldn't hesitate to slit his throat, because anyone who'd ever dare to hurt you will die by his hand. but childe doesn't do anything, so he stays put, with gritted teeth while that rascal is shamelessly flirting with you again.

xiao watches. he only watches. because he has no right to interfere. he's only a lowly knight, at most, your friend, but it's okay. it's okay because you can smile, even if it's not because of him. that's all that matters.

right?

part ii / part iii / secret route 01

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mmmsleep

3 years ago

hospital au continuation [scaramouche ft. albedo]

fluff, hurt/comfort, modern hospital au, i feel like this is super ooc request: Hey I really loved those doctor AU headcanons especially with scaramouche! Could you do more with him? Would love to see him and s/o sassing one another throughout the hospital but then turn serious the next second. Maybe him admiring how s/o is an expert doctor? Like making painless stitches or taking a patient seriously when other doctors have dismissed the symptoms. Go wild! a/n: thank u for the request! i'd like to say that i'm sorry if this will be very medically inaccurate,, i'm only basing this on my knowledge of medical dramas (which,, aren't accurate to begin with,,) i don't seek to offend anyone D: this was very fun to write tho

the hospital is a place of both life and death. it's the world's little humor to make a place that houses fresh life for the newborn, yet is sometimes the last place a person stops by before bidding their life farewell. as such, being in a hospital—working in a hospital— can feel even more sickening than the diseases you're expected to cure, but you're glad that you at least have people you work with that make the experience much better.

scaramouche may be a nurse that most of the other medical staff either fear or avoid, but he has become your friend (or perhaps even a little more than that).

though he's the type to make the new interns fear for their lives if they commit a mistake, or tell the doctor a little too straightforwardly whenever he knows they're doing something wrong, he does it out of both professionality and hidden passion for helping those that "can't help themselves", as he says.

the type of dynamic the two of you have on field is surprisingly looked up too by many of your coworkers— or, as some may put it, they look up to your ability to get along with scaramouche.

in you opinion, it's quite easy, especially after getting to know his softer side when dealing with patients.

"you know, i really don't get what you have against albedo," you say before taking a sip of your drink.

he shrugs. "i have nothing against him. does it look like i have? he just annoys me seventy percent of the time."

"there's nothing about him that's annoying," you laugh at his answer and glance at those electric purple orbs, then shift your gaze to the quite similar purple darkening under his eyes.

"you should sleep more. doctor's orders." you touched and traced under one of his eyes before his hand swatted yours away.

"well, nurse's duty. as if you get any more sleep than i do, doc. you've been on ER duty for days now. do you even sleep?" he raises his brow, and you could only guiltily laugh and attempt to change the topic.

"ah! let's get dinner tonight? it's friday and i'm sure we're allowed to go home on time today." you ask him, and he looks at you mischievously.

"ask me if i want to come then."

"i don't care if you want to. but i want you to come if you can," you huff out, pouting at his show of slight disinterest.

"yeah yeah," he says a little shyly all of a sudden, "i think i can."

"is it a date then?" you tease, expecting him to laugh and deny.

"your diagnosis. in my humble opinion, i think it is." he says casually, sitting up straight and placing his arms at the back of his head.

"you're getting better at pick-up lines now aren't—"

a buzz. two buzzes. and in an instant the two of you stand to get to action.

"see you there, i'm making a stop at albedo's first," you say seriously, starting to walk away.

"hurry up..." scaramouche could only sigh as he practically ran to where his pager summoned him.

the two of you had lots of common patient, but you silently agreed that right now, there was one closer to both your hearts than the rest.

it was a little boy, with a serious illness, but as of now, it's all but speculation. his symptoms are concerningly similar to disease x, and though you've encountered many patients having similar or the same disease, you've never had one with a child.

this small, sweet, and kind child deserved to live much longer than 6 years, and that much you and scaramouche could agree on.

albedo looked almost embarrassed to give you the child's test results. he sighed as he saw your running towards his office, only sadly looking at the envelope that contained the papers before putting up a serious and professional expression.

"sorry..." was all he said, and your heart sunk immediately. you muttered a hurried gratitude before rushing to the boy's room while scanning through the results.

your mood was drastically dampened, but the sight you first saw as you entered the boy's room made your heart both warm and hurt at the same time.

"the bags under your eyes are darker than yesterday's, i think..." the boy touches his cheek lightly, and scaramouche only accepted it, and though his gaze on the child was soft, you saw him give you a glare as you entered the room with a failed attempt of hiding slight laughter. "my mom says that it's a sign of overworking. nurse scara, you should sleep more so that you don't get sick like me." the boy smiled at him.

scaramouche finished changing his iv bottle and smiled sadly at the kid, only lightly thanking him for his concern before turning to you as if nothing happened at all.

"ahem," he cleared his throat, "he was apparently experiencing some chest pains before we got paged; me and the other nurses available already took care of it, though."

"i see," you were a little lost in thought before scaramouche spoke again.

"is something wrong?"

"well," you sigh, "turns out, our suspicion was correct; he has the disease."

scaramouche clicked his tongue, his face bitter and furious. "if the others listened to your suggestion, maybe it could have been treated faster."

you sighed. "well, it's not like we can treat a disease before confirming what the disease really is... it's not their fault. you know that."

"i do..." scaramouche replied. "well, what are you planning to do now?"

"we'll analyze whether an operation is possible. his condition right now is pretty fragile, so it's better to see what our chances actually are if we operate." you say, handing him the papers in case he wanted to check.

"looks like our date isn't happening, huh."

you could only frown as you get lost in thought.

your job was a job that required minimal mistakes. it wasn't as if you made a mistake, but why did it feel as if you just did?

you tiredly exited the operating room, and was surprised to see scaramouche waiting for you. though he probably already knew of the failed operation and the untimely death of the boy the two of you grew close to, he stayed, waiting.

"the operation was unsuccessful," you said heavily, looking at him with shame.

"it's not your fault," his voice was quiet and understanding, and he could only sigh.

"i think," you hesitated, heaving a deep breath. "i think i need a hug."

he looked at you with what seemed like slight disgust and bargaining; he hated hugs in general. but he ultimately sighed in defeat before saying, "just this once."

his embrace was tight, and so was yours; it contained pent up frustrations about things that were beyond you control, things that you wished you could change but never could, and feelings of regret and sadness for a patient you just lost.

"uh... wanna take that date you offered the other day?" he asked, awkwardly patting your back.

"i'd rather stay at home right now. with you," you answer.

"okay."

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mmmsleep

3 years ago

hmm uhh maybe modern!au headcanons of tha fave genshin boys? (yknow like kaeya, xiao, albedo etc etc) with their s/o whos also their roomate?

── [ 🎞 ] AND THEY WERE ROOMATES 😧⁉️ two hcs each

📍: with kae xiao and albedo !! This is so overdue LMAOO

KAEYA always has someone over. A friend, a party, maybe even a sneaky link 😧⁉️SCANDALOUS… 🤨⁉️⁉️ but none compare to you ofc‼️ ur the apple of his eye, no matter who’s he with. Cooking pasta as he adds wine into the mix behind your back, (the heat burns the alcohol, DW‼️ consent is hot and sexy ykwim) and leaning over ur shoulder and purposely leaning in to you behind your back.. as he traps you between the counter and him.. as he licks ur ear..😰⁉️ YOU LITERALLY YELP.. he’s such a weirdo 😭😭

he tries to emit reactions from you all the time.. like showing up in only a towel in ur room, popping in when ur in the bathroom.. sir please. Get your massive mommy milkers implants OUT OF MY SPACE.. when did this become a WHORE HOUSE 🤨⁉️ like we know ur ass isn’t all that.. we know ur jeans lift ur non existent ass… don’t fuck with us

XIAO is nowhere to be seen. He barely goes out his room, and when he does it’s only to use the bathroom or when you’re out of the dorm. And honestly? THATS FUCKING RUDE 🤬‼️‼️ and then you find out he’s a .. a t-t-tw*tch streamer.. 🤢🤢 but you often check up on him and help him with hw because he got none of it done being on that gahdaym phone 🙄‼️

also if you ask he will do ur game levels that are too hard for you. Yes, he’ll be like “this is so easy dumbass bitch.. do I have to do everything for u.. stupid whore..” and then finish it for you and leave a note. HES SO MEAN BUT HES SO CUTE 😭😭 LIKE HES SO RUDE.. BUTT HIS ACTIONS ARE SO NICE⁉️ pick a side mf.. you AINT fooling NO ONE 😍‼️ ik you want this daddy xiao 😜😜

ALBEDO always has his sister over while he does some billy nye daddy shit ⁉️ and she’s so smart. Klee is always like, “yeah!! thsi chemical is highly explosive with this one and creates a sjejsjsjsjksjdjdjdhdkpenishsjsj explosion!! It’s called djsjsosossuckmydicksjsjk” like❓THE FUCK 😭⁉️ but you two watch over her while his parents are out for the day, and make sure to make albedo come out of his god forsaken room and shower 🙄‼️ stinky ass

Watching klee set you up.. omg 😭😭 SHE CALLS YOU AND ALBEDO MOMMY AND DADDY… “but you live together! And you take care of eachother? You like each other, right..?” Uh Klee NOT LIKE THAT 🤬‼️‼️ I mean it is but we aren’t admitting it first 🙄so like when you pick up klee, she’ll show you the cards she made for Mother’s Day and she has two. You and Alice, and albedo is by you with a heart 🤢🤢 EW. Cooties. There’s a red line between you too dw klee thought of that!!

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mmmsleep

3 years ago

flustered chongyun

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mmmsleep

3 years ago

how to say goodbye.

summary: what do they do when it’s time for you to go back home? (savanaclaw and scarabia vers).

notes: 1k words, headcanons, angst

Leona Kingscholar

If you were going to leave him, then he wouldn’t have bothered getting attached in the first place. And now that it’s too late to do that, Leona’s only option is to destroy what the two of you have with his own hands. He’s always been good at that, you know: turning everything he can’t have to sand.

Leona won’t cry, he won’t even protest. He’s used to this sinking disappointment in his chest; he’s always been the outcast, the loser, the second-born prince. Never good enough for his family, his people, and now, you. Sure, he knows it’s a hard choice for you to make. But the worst thing about this was that he would have given up everything for you, but you can’t do that for him. He’s just not good enough for you to stay. So Leona cuts you off. All his walls go back up, higher than they were before. He snaps at you if you come close, and you can’t find him at any of his usual napping places. All the while, he has to stop himself from pulling you into his arms again.

“What? If you’re going to leave, then leave. There’s nothing for us to talk about.”

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mmmsleep

3 years ago

My Girl Yanfei Serves Only The LAW In The Court Of JUSTICE 🏐🔥

my girl yanfei serves only the LAW in the court of JUSTICE 🏐🔥

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mmmsleep

3 years ago

가뮤 by 然先生@yun_ooyun

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mmmsleep

3 years ago

Look at Azul coming home 🥰🥰🥰

Genshin Boys as Your Slowburn Roommate

featuring: Scaramouche, Kaeya, Xiao, Albedo, Childe, Kazuha

[Genshin Masterlist]

anon i LOVED writing these so much thank u so much for requesting them!! modern roommate au is one of my absolute favourites to write and I've already had brainworms for a lot of these before so the excuse to write them all down at last has been amazing lmao

the drabbles are just short lil scenes between 150-250 words each bc I was quite inconsistent w the ideas and the way I planned this out lmfao - also little warning childe's drabble is a bit ✨spicier✨ than the rest but it's just kissing lmao

Scaramouche

This man would be an insufferable roommate, but you’ll be damned if he wasn’t the most efficiently organised person you had ever had to share a living space with.

Everything has its place and everything is spotless, just be careful not to mess with his organisation because you will have hellfire rained upon you for it.

Disappears for days on end with no explanation, but you get an apology and a frustrated sigh every single time he comes back as he explains that he was dragged into another weekend-long bender by his friends, whom you only know as ‘the loud brat’ (who seems to be a few years younger) and ‘the other one’ (you’ve figured he likes her best).

You’re almost certain he’s only nice to you because he has to live with you, and he’d rather keep you sweet than be at odds with you, but that doesn’t explain the nights you’ll spend taking silent walks together just to enjoy the outdoor air. Nor does it explain the moments when you first come home, where he’s clearly busy but he takes time out from whatever it is he’s doing just to make sure he’s welcomed you back, even if it’s just with a simple observation of “you’re home” as he looks up from his work.

Your slowburn, one tempered through those quiet moments you share, would likely come to a head by mistake. Through an argument of some sort, perhaps you had come home late or something similar, a state wherein Scaramouche had (though he’d never dare to admit it) actually been worried about you.

“I don’t get why you’re so damn annoyed about this,” you huff exasperatedly, throwing your arms into the air.

“Because I love you, you stupid idiot!” He snaps, making you flinch. You blink for a second as his words process, still a little too high-strung from the sudden adrenaline rush of the argument. “Fuck, just… I didn’t say anything, okay?”

He makes an attempt to leave, to barge his way past you, but you’re stood in the doorway and you’re holding strong. You place your hand on his arm and ask him to look at you, which he does- reluctantly. Scaramouche looks in that moment like he’s desperate to be genuinely mad at you, but as though he can’t find the heart to follow through with it.

“For what it’s worth,” you begin, tone soft and kinder as you try to placate the situation. “I’m particularly fond of you as well. Stupid idiot.”

He kisses you there and then and you can’t say you ever regretted it.

Kaeya

Literally acts like you’re married already just on account of you living with eachother. All jokes of course and he’d shut up about it if you asked, but he will introduce you as his ‘house spouse’ to his friends.

He’s incredibly comfortable with sharing a living space with somebody, though he politely requests that you just let him have his own space when he asks of it- which works out beautifully as you request the exact same.

If one of you plans to be home later than the other, you’ve already sent a text and the other is already making dinner for you both if you need it. He’s a surprisingly good cook, but you beg him so many times to just stop adding mushrooms to everything.

He will absolutely fall in love first and it comes as a surprise to both of you, but you suppose you can only joke about being married to someone so many times before you actually fall for them.

This slowburn would culminate in a scene like something out of a movie, with him confessing to you somewhere so beautiful that the entire moment just feels so perfect

And you know, in that perfect moment, that he’s the one for you.

The snow is falling so delicately over you, dusting your shoulders and the top of your head in a thin layer of white. You bundle your warm outer layers closer around yourself as you look out over the city. The park that Kaeya has brought you to is empty, but it provides the most stunning overhanging view of the college campus below- not to mention the sight of the shoreline just beyond that. It looks a little more dull and lifeless than you’re sure it would in the summer, but there is a quaint beauty to it all the same.

“It’s pretty,” you comment, smiling up at him.

He smiles back, nudging your shoulder in that soft playful way you’re so used to. “Not as pretty as you.”

“Flatterer,” you scoff, rubbing your arms as you watch the breath you exhale cloud up in front of your face.

“I mean it,” Kaeya affirms, tone more serious now. His arm wraps around your shoulders and holds you closer to him and you can’t help looking up at him in curiosity.

The air around you is palpable, your face feels so incredibly warm. He’s never been this close to you before, with your noses practically touching. You almost miss the quiet request for permission before his lips are pressed sweetly against your own and you’re losing yourself in the moment, throwing your arms around him to kiss him harder.

Xiao

Somehow incredibly popular despite his seeming reluctance to make friends. There’s always another story for him to tell you about how he’s been confessed to out of the blue, or another mysterious package for him at the doorstep from a ‘secret admirer’.

You’re not quite sure how he manages it, and from what he’s told you he’s equally as bemused by it. But you like that he’s open about it with you at all, because he’s told you time and again that he doesn’t really ‘do’ friendships.

It seems that you’re his exception to a lot of things, however. He’s developed a strong sense of respect for you over the time you’ve lived together, to the point where he will just gladly exist around you without the air feeling awkward.

The moment you first fall for him is when he comes home late one night with a small bundle of fur cradled close to his chest, purring lightly, and a heavy shopping bag slung off his arm. A stray cat, he’d rescued it on his walk back from classes and promptly stopped at the nearest store to grab everything he possibly could to look after it. You can’t say no to keeping it, especially when both it and Xiao himself look at you with the most irresistible little pouts.

This kitty pretty much becomes your baby, as you even start to work around your routines with how best to care for it, and eventually you’re settled into such a perfect familial routine that it ends up hitting you like a brick that this is really all you want- to spend your life with Xiao like this, even if you just adopt a bunch more pets.

The sweet fluffball curls itself up in your lap and you pet it absently, leaning back on the sofa and hanging your head back to watch Xiao as he paces around trying to collect what he needs for classes the next day.

“You’ll hurt yourself doing that,” he notes, tapping your forehead as he passes you by. You frown and sit up, craning your neck round still to watch him as you try your best not to jostle the cat too much.

“You’re no fun,” you pout.

He laughs, a heavenly sound you hear far too rarely, and walks back over to you, placing a kiss atop your head. You melt into the feeling, before you realise exactly what had just happened and freeze in your tracks. It seems he hadn’t quite acknowledged what he was doing either, as he stares back at you with equal shock.

“So, we should talk, huh?” You offer, patting the sofa next to you.

He nods, moves next to you, and you almost forget about the cat in your lap as you pull him into a soft embrace. Though you’re reminded rather harshly as the poor creature leaps up off of you to try and escape being trapped between the two of you.

Albedo

You are not going to see this man during regular human hours. He’s essentially a cryptid at this point, leaving in mid-afternoon to go to the labs and not coming back home until the early hours of the morning (sometimes entire days later). You’re concerned about how much he eats and sleeps in this time, but he waves you off with an excuse about some new energy bar he has learned helps your motivation and efficiency levels.

However, he never fails to come back on time if you promise to cook dinner for the two of you.

He will be there early sometimes, just to help you out. Sometimes, he will even bring you some of your favourite snacks, or a new set of notebooks if you’re running low. Just little things he has picked up on. Though he likely won’t say it outright, it is his way of thanking you for taking care of him.

This romance blossoms so very slowly, possibly one of the slowest out of any others here.

It is one of mutual respect and trust, growing from such a beautiful symbiosis of the two of you existing around one another that suddenly not living together seems like the worst thing in the world.

If one of you were to have plans to move out, that would prompt the other to confess abruptly. However, otherwise, you pretty much just settle into the sweetness of a romantic relationship over time as you grow more comfortable around each other.

It is some time into the late evening when you finally hear the door unlock, but you have conveniently just finished plating up dinner for the night.

“Honey, I’m home,” Albedo calls out to you and your heart races at the nickname. It isn’t the first time the phrase has so casually slipped from him when he has returned of an evening, but you’re almost certain you’ll never get used to it.

“Welcome back,” you smile, bringing the plates out to the table in the makeshift living/dining room. “It’s just pasta tonight I’m afraid, we’re on a budget this month.”

“Anything you make is perfect,” Albedo hums, carefully dropping his bags at the door and kicking off his shoes. He makes his way across to you and drapes an arm across your shoulders, pressing a grateful kiss to your forehead.

You discuss anything and everything across the small expanse of that dining room table, be it the experiment that Albedo has been working on for his thesis or the work you have been up to for your own. The conversation flows naturally, amicably, as it always has done for the few years you have lived together now. It feels as though time itself stills when you’re in Albedo’s company, as if the world doesn’t need to exist until you’re done.

You’ve already lived lifetimes on end in the sanctuary of a home you have created together.

Childe

Childe listens to 80’s hits and musical soundtracks on full blast from a speaker he stationed in the living room with absolutely zero shame about it, do not look at me and tell me he does not

It’s annoying as hell at times, especially if you want to study, but on occasion it’s hard not to fall into the infectious energy that he radiates as he grabs your hands and spins you around the living room with him, both of you laughing until your sides hurt

Despite most people painting Childe as a typical frat boy type I really do not see it. This man would enjoy a good party don’t get me wrong, but he’d be far too busy focusing on maintaining his physical health for wrestling club meets and events. (You’ll catch him just casually shirtless in the living room one too many times and have to walk back out before it becomes obvious to him that you’re pretty much having a heart attack at the sight).

Not to mention the downtime he spends on the beginner tier of the archery club. To top it all off, he’d spend weekend mornings down at the swimming pool. Man’s got too tight of a schedule to party 24/7.

Your romance would be very cliche for the typical roommates-to-lovers trope. Gentle brushes of shoulders as you pass each other in the hallway, sidling around one another whilst you complete your morning routines (occasionally bickering as you do, until one or both of you cave a part of your own routine to improve the dynamic).

Eventually, there would be this overwhelming moment that hits you, whilst you’re doing the most mundane of things together, probably just sat watching TV at the end of a long day, as he leans over and wraps his arm around you and draws you close, letting you cuddle up to his side. You crane your neck up to face him and he’s smiling down at you and in that moment you know you have to kiss him or you’ll explode.

The rest is history.

The sound of the television across from you has devolved into static in the back of your mind as you focus on how hot Childe’s body feels against yours, the pressure of his hands on your waist as he shuffles you into his lap to kiss you with more fervour. You may have made the first move, but he’s frantic and hungry as he tries to taste as much of you as you will allow.

“This,” he manages between breaths, between kisses, as he can’t help himself going back for more and more, “isn’t what friends do.”

“Then fuck it, we aren’t friends.” Your hands dip to the hem of his shirt and explore along his chest underneath and Childe simply can’t find it in himself to argue as he falls prey to you for the night.

In the morning, you sit down and talk things through properly, discussing where your feelings stand and what boundaries this means you should set. But that doesn’t stop you from being distracted by the handful of red marks now littering Childe’s neck as you try so hard to focus on the conversation.

Kazuha

Very sweet roommate, you literally can’t find a complaint about him even if you try.

Leaves little messages across the refrigerator in those bright coloured letter magnets, sometimes a little poem that came to mind as he was having breakfast and sometimes just a simple ‘hope your day goes well :)’

You end up rearranging them to make little messages back, which ends up just snowballing into becoming the primary way you two communicate anything important about the other’s plans for the week.

Falling in love with Kazuha is another that happens incredibly slowly, though a little more noticeably than with Albedo. Those little messages on the fridge end up having a little ‘x’ at the end of them to signify a little kiss, you can’t quite remember which of you started it now but you fall into the routine with it easily.

Eventually, and by which it has been years, you come home one day and that same little fridge message is there as always- though you expect to find the same one from this morning so you can change it ready for Kazuha to see (as he returns later than you). Instead, there’s something new already.

“I think we should date x”

Below, are the letters set up in a jumble for either ‘yes’ or ‘no’.

You shuffle the letters for ‘yes’ into place below the message, a rush of heat finding its way to your cheeks and your heart beating erratically. As you turn to rush back to your room, hoping Kazuha doesn’t see before you’ve had the chance to calm your nerves, you crash straight into him.

The yelp you let out is met with a lighthearted chuckle as he holds your shoulders gently and peers around you to check the refrigerator.

“I’m glad,” he speaks after a moment. “I was almost worried you’d say no.”

“How could I?” You manage, heartbeat still pounding as you become hyper-aware of the feeling of his hands on you. “I like you a lot, you know.”

“I like you too,” he smiles, cupping your cheek in one hand and pressing such a tender kiss to your lips that you’re sure you’ve ascended into a higher plane of existence at the sheer bliss.

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