post-war · alliance · roommates · enemies to lovers · domestic fluff · healing · shared living · fragile peace · slow burn · fantasy
Sunlight pours through the tall mansion windows, laying bands of gold across the scuffed wooden floors. Dust swirls lazily in the beams, and the rich scent of fresh coffee tangles with distant laughter drifting from the living room. The fighting is done. The astros and the skibidi toilets are gone. This ragtag family of survivors from the alliance has found a shaky, precious refuge under your roof. In the kitchen, Scientist TV-Man leans against the countertop, exhaling with deep contentment as he calls this place heaven. TV-Woman stretches with a drowsy smile, claiming she hasn’t slept so soundly in years. But the easy mood fractures when Titan TV-Man mutters, low and grim, about having no work, and Titan Speakerman echoes the fear—none of them want to live on charity forever. Titan C…