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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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“Handle with care.”

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characters; Rubedo (Subject 2, also known as Dorian but I refer to him as Ruby), gn reader

cw/tw; mentions of injuries, very fluffy, comfort, there’s a kitten, mutual pining, let me know if I missed anything

word count; 3.4k

notes; wow this is the longest thing I’ve ever written, but it’s been a while and this should’ve really been updated a lot longer ago so I hope this makes up for it <33 It’s tooth-rotting fluff because he deserves it and I love him. I will most likely make a part 3 to this so let me know if you want to be tagged in the next work.

Part one here; “Made with love.”

Please reblog if you like this!!

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It’s raining.

Why was it always raining, whenever you weren’t here?

A crash of thunder made the blonde pause in his pacing around the room, his eyes shifting to look towards the window at the miserable display of weather. You were supposed to be back by now, what was the hold up? Why weren’t you back? Were you in danger? The thought made his chest tighten with an unfamiliar, uncomfortable emotion. He wasn’t quite sure what it was called, even though you had already tried to explain it to him. Emotions were difficult to grasp, but not impossible to understand. Or feel, unfortunately. Exploring new ways to feel the world around you was an exhausting task, especially when those emotions weren’t exactly positive.

He remembers the first time he experienced relief while he was with you. When he finally opened up about who he was, or what he was, to be exact. Instead of the reaction he was expecting, instead of the bitter sting of rejection he had grown so used to feeling, he was accepted. For once in his sordid life, he was welcomed with open arms. Not because he was Albedo, not because he was a successful experiment, but just because he was him. Ruby- your precious gem. Even though the feeling of having that heavy weight being lifted off of his shoulders was euphoric, the vast amount of new sensations was too much for him to handle. He remembered how his throat constricted with each desperate gasp of air, how his eyes filled with so much water his vision began to blur, how it felt like he was drowning in oxygen. But he also remembers the comforting feeling of your arms wrapped around his trembling body, and the new-found warmth blooming in his chest that replaced the unbearable tension. How he wishes he could feel that now.

The doors lock starts to click and he swears he’s never moved faster in his life.

“Sorry I’m l-“ You were cut off by a hand ungracefully pulling you into the house, and straight into his chest.

“You’re not hurt?” He asks hastily, hands beginning to roam around your body as he pulls away to get a proper look at you. You shake your head, but he’s not convinced. Especially since one of your hands seems to be obscured from his view. You’re drenched - shivering, cold to the touch, but other than that…

“Good. You’re not injured.”

“Did I make you worry?” You asked quietly, eyes trained on his face. Ever the enigma, you couldn’t tell what he was feeling, not until he told you directly. It was silent for a moment before he nodded his head hesitantly.

“I think so.” He confirms, but his eyes aren’t on you anymore. Instead, he’s focused on the squirming movements that were coming from inside of your thick coat. He flinched when he heard a high pitched cry, his gaze immediately flitting back up to you.

“I thought you said you were fine.”

“I am, but…” He heard it again, this time louder, and it definitely wasn’t coming from you.

“Ruby… Don’t freak out.”

“Freak out?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow. Ah right, you hadn’t taught him that phrase yet.

“Um… Don’t panic. Better?” He nodded, and with that you moved your coat off your hand slowly. In your palm was a small, squirming lump of soaked fur. It cried out once more, head raising up to look around its surroundings.

“What is this… Creature?”

“It’s a kitten. I found it on the way home, that’s why I was late.” The so-called ‘kitten’ squeaked, alerting him of its presence. It was tiny, trembling from head to toe, how it even survived was a miracle itself. Stiffly, he reached his hand out to take it from your own, holding its minuscule body in his grasp. He turned it around, looking at it from every angle as it continued to mewl.

“I thought we could… Keep it here.”

“Why?”

“Because it doesn’t have a home, and it’s cold outside… And it reminded me of you.”

His head raised to look at you for a moment, shock painted on his pale face for just a second before he looked back down at the small animal. “It’s your home… It’s your choice.”

Surprised, you stepped forward towards the pair. “Really? You don’t mind?”

Your friend shook his head slowly, taking another step closer to you so there wasn’t much space between the two of you. “It would be cruel to dispose of it, would it not?”

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face when you heard those words. How much he had grown, to admit that action was cruel, when just a month ago when you had met him, he would’ve thought the complete opposite. He didn’t seem to notice you grinning from ear to ear at him, his glacial eyes glued to the squirming heap in his hand. He seemed to be a little lost in thought, or lost on what to do.

“It’s shivering.” He mumbled after a moment, walking away from you and grabbing a nearby towel, wrapping it around its tiny body. You knew he was trying to help, but the poor thing looked like it was drowning in the fabric, squealing as Ruby tried to dry it with the thick cloth.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Your hands slid on top of his to try to guide his movements. “Gentle…”

His eyes followed your hands, his own being manipulated entirely by your tender movements - all he was doing now was holding the animal as it was pampered and dried by you. Wordlessly, he placed the kitten in your hands carefully so you didn’t drop it and disappeared out of the room. You were a little confused, wondering if maybe he was frustrated with the new arrival or the task of keeping it warm, but your questions were answered when you saw another towel in his hands. He stepped behind you while you were busy, making you raise an eyebrow. “What are you-“ You were cut off by having your face covered with the cloth before it was swiftly moved away.

“You’re wet too.” He answered simply, his hands massaging your head with the towel and drying the top of your head. It was subtle, but you could feel that his movements were a lot more gentle with you, almost mimicking what you were doing to the wet lump of fur in your hand. It was soothing, you almost toppled into him from the expert way he was making the tension seep out of your body - you nearly did, had it not been for the hand on the back of your shoulder steadying you when he realised you were losing your balance.

You weren’t sure how long you had been there when he started moving to the ends of your hair instead, making sure the droplets of water didn’t drip down from the tips and then stopping his drying altogether. “Thank you…” You breathed out, offering a tired smile to your friend who was now by your side. He merely nodded, eyes now back on the mewling baby. He held his hand out carefully, silently offering to take it from your grasp. “Are you sure? It’s already dry and I-“

“You need to change out of your clothes or you’ll get sick. I also suggest a warm shower. ” He did have a point, and you had been stuck in them for a while now. But what if he wasn’t sure what to do while you were gone? What if it was injured or it overwhelmed him if it started squealing again?

“I’ll be fine, you don’t have to worry.” Ah, it seemed like you weren’t exactly a blank canvas like him when it came to trying to conceal your emotions. As he had put it once, you were like an open book, but a book he still had interest in, with each chapter still drawing him in no matter how many times he has read the same passage.

“…Please come get me if you need me.” Finally, you relented, and he offered you a nod in reply as you gave him the kitten. After leaning forward and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek as a thank you, you retreated out of the room and straight into the bathroom to change.

If only you had stuck around to see how he stood there with a dumbfounded expression, frozen in place as his artificial blood rushes to his cheeks. He raised one hand slowly, tracing where your lips had been, the contact still burning his skin. That feeling again - the fluttering in his stomach, the speeding of his heart, the tingling in his fingertips. What was this emotion again? One too complicated to fixate on, so he simply dismissed it after a few moments, waiting until he had calmed down to make his next move.

“What do I do with you then?” He mumbled to himself, looking down at the (now) quiet creature, staring back at him with wide, silent eyes. When his head tilted slightly, the kitten mimicked the motion, blinking slowly up at him. Curious, he again tilted his head, this time to the other side. Again, it followed suit. He shook his head, eyes moving away from the tiny fur ball and around the room. After subconsciously worrying himself sick about you, he was feeling drained.

All he wanted to do was cuddle up to you, something you had done once when he couldn’t sleep and now it had become a part of your daily routine. But unfortunately, you weren’t here at the moment, and the blanket he had wrapped around himself once he sat himself down on the couch felt too big for just one person. He released a breath he didn’t realise he was holding, his shoulders sagging as he melted into the comforting warmth of the fabric. He would’ve much preferred you being here with him, with your head resting against his torso, as his hands carded through your hair. Or his favourite, when his ear was pressed up against your chest so he could listen to the thumping of your heart. He couldn’t quite explain it, the sound was the one thing that gave him the utmost comfort - perhaps it was because it was the most damning proof that you actually existed, that he wasn’t just delusional from being deprived of affection and care. He wasn’t on that mountain, alone. He was with you, and really that was all that mattered to him, even if he didn’t show it very often.

He had almost forgotten about the kitten at this point, until it started crawling its way up his chest, nudging at his cheek to snap him out of his thoughts. He hummed questioningly, raising his head from where it had rested on his palm, staring down at the purring little thing. Does that mean it was happy? You liked it when he ran his fingers through your hair, especially after a long, stressful day. Maybe if he… Reaching out his hand, he carefully ran his fingertips over the top of the feline’s head, raising an eyebrow when his hand was bumped against in response. The strange noise coming from such a small body was only growing louder, and he hoped that it really did mean it was happy. Well, he wasn’t getting scratched up or bit, so it was safe to assume he was correct. When the little one curled up on top of his thighs- thigh, actually, as it could barely fit on both - a strange feeling began to settle in his chest. A permanent weight felt like it had been lifted, and he could finally feel the fluttering in his torso. You had once described this phenomenon as ‘butterflies’. Ah, yes, he summarises. He was happy.

But now he was also feeling a new sensation, a familiar one at that. He could feel his droopy eyes begin to slide shut on their own, and the need to sleep overtook his senses. Still, he didn’t want to disturb the newest member of the family by lying down. With the lightest touch, (you had mentioned it once, you described it as ‘featherlike’ when he ran his fingers traced intricate patterns on your back) he carefully lifted it off of his lap while he laid himself down, and set the small lump on his stomach. He released a breath when he didn’t feel it stir. And now, finally, his eyes could close and he could just… Sleep.

“Ruby! Are you hungry?” You called out from your bedroom after you finally changed into some comfortable clothes, feeling refreshed after a much needed shower. When you heard no response, you weren’t exactly surprised - he wasn’t really one to shout. Instead, he waited for you to come to him, face to face so he didn’t need to raise his voice. He was quiet in general, silent almost. Sometimes you forgot he was even here, until he curiously poked his head out of his room if he heard you were busy and asked if you needed any help.

He was getting better, sometimes he even initiated conversations. ‘How was your day?’ ‘Would you like me to start dinner?’ And then your personal (and his) favourite, ‘Would you like a hug?’. For someone he didn’t understand emotions, he was an expert at giving comfort when it was really needed. The way he would take you into his arms, how he would say such sweet phrases to you that would make you melt against his warmth, how he would hold you for as long as you needed him to - you would happily label him a professional at it. After a while, you sadly came to the realisation that perhaps he was giving you what he himself craved back when he was alone on that desolate mountain. You were quick in returning the favour whenever you felt like he needed it, which seemed to be quite often. You didn’t have a clue how much it meant to him, how he felt like he didn’t deserve it so he didn’t ask often, but you knew. You knew.

With a tired hum, you stepped out of your room and made your way to the living room, expecting to see the blonde having a staring competition with the kitten. He does that a lot. And when he stares, you know he was confused, his thoughts so loud you swore you could almost hear them. And then he would act on whatever answer he thought was best. Even though he was smart, most of the time he would get it wrong. You couldn’t help but find it cute when his entire body deflated and a pout began to form on his lips. All it took was some encouraging words from you and a demonstration on what to actually do and he was fine again. There were other times, however, when he would cower away from you if you reached out to touch, repeatedly calling himself a failure for not being able to do such simple tasks. It was a little more difficult to get him to calm down if he got worked up into that state, but thankfully, it didn’t happen nearly as often as it used to.

Instead, you walked in on something… Rather unexpected. Ruby, so still you could almost mistake him for a porcelain doll, and the small feline you had rescued, fast asleep together on the couch. You almost didn’t want to move in fear of disturbing them, together in their own little world of dreams. But you could see the both of them beginning to shiver, and suddenly you remembered there was a storm raging outside. Trying your best not to disturb the sleeping beauties, you carefully grabbed the nearest blanket and draped it over both of them, making sure the young creature's head wasn’t covered so it could breathe. You froze when you heard a quiet groan, but relaxed when your friend hadn’t seemed to wake up, only shifting to be more comfortable.

“Sleep well…” A whispered, hush voice whispered in his ear before he felt the gentle press of lips against his cold cheek.

“Are we not keeping it?” The blonde questioned, looking to where the kitten resided on his shoulder. After you woke him up the next day and fed him breakfast (Pancakes, one of his favourites), you brought up that you weren’t sure where to start looking for a home for the little one. All you earned was a confused look - from the both of them - and that question.

“Well…” You began, frowning as you thought. You weren’t exactly equipped to have a cat, you didn't have any food or toys, and neither of you knew the first thing about taking care of one. You thought it was the smarter choice to give it to someone who did know those things. You weren’t expecting them to get so attached… “I don’t know… Are we really capable of looking after a pet?”

It was silent for a moment, and you thought maybe you had gotten through to him, until he spoke up. “I can learn.” His voice was quiet, and he was avoiding your eyes now. He never asked for anything he wanted , not even when you asked what he wanted to eat - you had to learn his favourites just from his reactions alone. This was the closest he had come to expressing that he finally wanted something. And who were to deny such an innocent request?

You let out a heavy sigh, making your way towards the pair and running your fingers through the animal's fur gently. “Would you be happier if I let it stay with us?” He nodded his head slowly, still not meeting your gaze. “Then… I see no harm in keeping it. It is adorable, after all.” You giggled, smiling brightly when his head raised to meet your face. He nodded again, but you could tell from the way his eyes lit up that he was incredibly happy. “So… What do you want to call it?”

“I don’t… I’ve never named anything.” He shrugged. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, what things are important to you?”

“… You.” He mumbled quietly, and your ears burned from such a sweet, honest answer. You coughed quietly, hiding your surprise before snapping yourself out of it.

“Ah- Yes- right- you’re important to me too…” You rushed, laughing nervously before clearing your throat once more. “Apart from me, what things do you like…? Your favourite things? Start from there.” Again, there was another silence, this time even longer. And for once you could see the frustration forming on his face as he tried to think. He was lost. “Hm… I named you after a gem. So what’s your favourite colour?” Perhaps this would’ve been an easier question.

“I like blue…”

“Perfect! How about Sapphire then?” You suggested with a grin, watching as he thought for a moment.

“Sapphire…” He spoke in his smooth voice, closing his eyes as he let the sound of the name linger in the air. “I… Like it.” He confirmed, looking back up at you.

“Ruby and Sapphire… It sounds like I’m collecting precious things, it suits you both very well!”

“I’m precious?” He asked quietly, looking utterly (and adorably) confused. Sweet thing.

“Of course you are. And you always will be, to me.” You responded earnestly, resting a hand on top of his cheek, your thumb caressing the soft skin underneath. Another silence, as he stared in your eyes in awe and bewilderment. He could feel that fluttery feeling again… and heat rising to his cheeks. Was this normal? You caught yourself before you could lean forward to seal the space between you, pulling away abruptly with a nervous smile. “Ah… Well… I’ll go out now to look for the things we need.”

“Can I…?” He asked quietly, reaching for one of your hands. “Excuse me… Can we come with you?” No way was he going to leave his new friend in the house alone. The smile that spread across your face was infectious, since he could feel the edges of his lips beginning to curl up.

“Yes, you can.” You weren’t letting go of either of these precious gems any time soon.

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hiraya-rawr · 1 year

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sorry for adding more again to impostor!albedo in relationship, this may be ooc but — who knew you were the missing ingredient to his perfection. — you were albedo’s missing key to perfection too.

something about loving you is so human, it’s so natural like it’s nature’s law. something about the way you smile, you touch and you chirp. like the inteyvat flowers returning to their homeland, everything just melts together. — there’s something euphoric about feeling, being human with you.

so humane and domestic living with you has been, as if impostor albedo was human all along. — of course, it took you a while to notice because he just fits the mold of your albedo perfectly from the millennia of watching albedo.

for some reason, impostor albedo feels weak in your presence, not physically.. no, he can crush you within an inch of your life. but his insides feel soft, like the warmth of monstadt after being in dragonspine for so long. little did he know, this surprising leniency would be a welcome addition to his database of ‘feelings,’ yes, he likes ‘feelings’ things with you.

so why’d you have to go and ruin it for him? you two were happy before you realized his mistake.

// susbedo "replacing" albedo and you realize it

im drafting an imposter albedo work rn aaaaaahhh it isnt ooc at all considering how we're just exploring imposter!albedo's personality! I think it applies so well, the idea of "feeling" and separating himself from an experiment.

I love how you described everything 😭 inteyvat flowers?? yesss! I think everyone loses in such a situation. You would feel betrayed, he would feel guilty/abandoned, and Albedo would just be so conflicted ksjahdfwdsoi

#hira - meguminne #hira brainrot #hira prompt #susbedo #imposter albedo #imposter albedo x reader #albedo #albedo x reader

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myfanfic-urfantrash · 2 years

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Melting Snow

Summary: Not a single trace of 'his' existence is left behind but memories in the minds of those who knew 'him'.

Imposter!Albedo x GN!Reader

CW: Yandere, implied death

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They're so warm...

So very, very warm.

He rests by their side, cuddled together with them in a thick quilt enjoying the heat of the fire place. ‘Albedo’ nuzzles his face into their shoulder and takes a deep breath.

They smell like 'him': the gentle scent of cecilias mixed with the chill of mint.

But he doesn't mind too much, because that's his scent now.

Everything is his now.

The soap 'he' used, the alchemy table by the entrance on Dragonspine, the coats they stole in their closet...Everything that belonged to his brother is now his.

Even they are now his.

His to hold.

His to touch.

His everything.

They made sure of it.

Not a single trace of 'his' existence is left behind but memories in the minds of those who knew 'him'.

But those can be overwritten with new memories, new experiences, and sensations.

Anything to make his 'old self' obsolete.

Anything for them to call him their 'Albedo'.

Anything for this 'Albedo' that loves them.

#imposter albedo x reader #genshin impact x reader #gender neutral reader #yandere genshin impact #I do like me some double yandere #feel like it could have been even better but this will do for now #yandere x reader

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foxartist-blog · 3 months

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Shouldn't Have Trusted Me 〜 (Albedo x Reader)

!! NSFW !!

You have been warned.

• Word count: 2k

• Imposter Albedo, Female reader, Smut, Drug use (Aphrodisiac), Modern AU

A thick pile of graded English papers sat neatly upon your desk as you stretched your arms out above your head and leaned back in your chair. Checking the time on your watch, it read 5.44pm. Today happened to be a special day. For dinner you were going to go eat at a fancy restaurant with Albedo, who was the chemistry teacher also working at the same school. It was quite a hot topic at first amongst the students to know that you and Albedo were dating. Some students, especially female students, were disappointed and crushed that their cute chemistry teacher was taken. But still, that fact did not stop the staggering amount of females over males taking chemistry.

But how did it start? When was it known? Albedo had requested that you keep your relationship with him low-key and to act appropriately with him while in school. It just so happened that one day he seemed like he couldn’t keep it in his pants. He caught you alone in the staff room, whispering in your ear and feeling you up. Saying that he dreamt of pulling your pants down or skirt up and ruining you during school hours. Forcing you to walk around with quivering legs, panties soaked and filled with his cum. Unfortunately two students, Bennett and Fischl, had witnessed Albedo’s actions (while thankfully not hearing exactly what he said).

Albedo often brushed off his female students but now he had been drinking in the attention. While you did feel relieved that your relationship was known, you couldn’t help but wonder what was going through Albedo’s mind… It almost felt like he was a different person…

Grabbing your things, you locked up your classroom and headed over to the Chemistry block. There were barely any students around, which was quite normal but there was a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach… something that felt off…

Relief flooded in you as you noticed the lights were on in one of the chemistry labs. Albedo had already told you that he was finishing an experiment and that you should not wait for him and head home, and he’d take you to dinner soon. Glancing through the window of the door, you opened it slowly, eyes searching for Albedo. He was nowhere to be found in the room. Instead there was a small blue flower in a pot, sitting on top of a bench. A whopperflower. It bounced around in the pot until it took notice of you. Normally whopperflowers of such a small size posed no threat. But this particular whopperflower began to grow. Rapidly.

You were frozen in shock. The exit was only a few metres behind you but you were too afraid to turn around and let such a monster out of your sight, even for a second. The whopperflower shook, thin appendages revealed themselves. All of a sudden it came towards you, gripped the sleeve of your coat and pulled. You quickly discarded the coat and ran for the door. You reached out, your hand grabbing the door handle when you felt the sticky appendages snake around your body, pulling and tearing apart the fabric of your clothes. Suddenly the pulling disappeared completely. A shadow cast over you.

You looked over your shoulder and gazed up at Albedo, sword in hand, and sliced off the whoppperflower’s appendages. The fight was short; your vision was blurry with tears of relief, as you hugged yourself, in your shredded clothes. Albedo kneeled down in front of you and placed his own coat on your shoulders. Albedo being the gentleman that he is, helped you up and patted your back as you sobbed on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry... Please forgive me for not saving you sooner,” Albedo whispered gently into your ear. “It’s okay now, you’re safe,” he had wrapped his arm around you and caressed you softly. Eventually your tears stopped, while Albedo, patiently and very gently held you against him.

“Perhaps… some tea would calm you…” He suggested, to which you shook your head.

“I’m feeling fine now… thank you, Albedo.” You smiled weakly at him after pulling away from his embrace.

Albedo didn’t return your smile. “But I insist… I can clearly feel you still shaking. There’s a new type of tea I want to brew for you, I know you’ll feel much better after drinking it.” He began to caress your cheek. How could you say ‘no’ now?

Soon you and Albedo were heading to the staffroom, he unlocked the door and let you enter first. You were resting on the couch as he brought you the tea he mentioned. You brought the teacup to your nose and sniffed. “It smells nice,” you commented before taking a sip. It didn’t taste bad but it didn’t taste exceptionally good either. After you downed the cup, you noticed Albedo just staring at your face, as if waiting for something to happen. When you met eyes with him, he smiled and caressed your cheek. You leaned into his touch and suddenly felt drowsy. Your lips parted, wanting to question him about the tea but his face drew closer. Albedo pressed his mouth against yours, shoving his tongue between your parted lips, but you were unable to kiss back. Tiredness overwhelmed you and you fell against him, your eyes closing into sleep.

You couldn’t tell how long it had been between the time you passed out and suddenly finding yourself in Albedo’s bed. Your body felt tired as you tried to get up from the bed, noticing that someone had taken your clothes off and left you in just your underwear. You managed to sit up, only to have your head grabbed and face pushed against the pillows.

“How naughty… Were you trying to leave?” A voice whispered.

You turned your face so that your cheek rested on the pillow. “Albedo, what are you doing? What about dinner?”

“Oh…” came Albedo’s reply, “The tea I had you drink should have alleviated your hunger… as well as another effect.” He caressed your hair before moving his hand down your neck, your back, until he reached your ass and gave a sharp slap to it. You gasped his name out when he did that. You felt him grabbing your thighs and spreading them, the tip of his finger now sliding against your clothed pussy. “Already so wet…” he chuckled as he began to rub you through your panties. “Can you feel it?” He said as he rubbed you faster. “The way your panties are soaked…” you moaned as his hand moved to rub over your clit. The room was quiet except for your moans and the squelching sound of your wet panties.

You tensed up and trembled as you came in your panties. You heard Albedo chuckle again. “Your first orgasm…”

You turned your body slightly to look back at him. “Albedo… how could you change our plans like this…” You sighed, still feeling the effects of your orgasm. You didn’t quite like how Albedo seemed to do whatever he wanted now, yet it felt exciting and new.

He pushed your body back to lie on your stomach again. “Don’t turn around. Just stay like that,” he said sternly.

You sighed and laid your cheek on the pillow. “Fine.”

Albedo pulled your panties completely off of you. “Ah…” he leaned closer, his nose coming into contact with your pussy as he took a deep breath and moaned. “You smell so good…”

Your face grew hotter in response, muttering his name and feeling embarrassed that he sniffed you for the first time down there.

His tongue peeked out from between his lips as he lightly licked over your slit before steadily increasing the pressure with each lick. You moaned into the pillow as his tongue slowly entered your pussy. Your hands came to clench at the pillows as Albedo began to tongue fuck you mercilessly as he pinched and rubbed your clit. Your thighs came to close against his head but he pushed one of your thighs so he was undisturbed. His ministrations led you to become an overstimulated, quivering mess, as you came on his tongue. When Albedo sat up after licking up your juices, he began to run his hands up and down your back, as if to soothe you… or to prepare you for what came next…

Albedo pulled at his clothes, discarding them hastily before grabbing and rubbing your hips. You let out a small giggle. “Someone’s impatient…”

He smiled at your words, his mouth coming down to kiss the nape of your neck. “Of course I’m impatient. I have a beautiful woman ready for me to make mine…” as he whispered these words, his lips inched toward your ear, kissing a trail until he began to lick and suck at the area behind your ear. You shuddered as you replied back. “I thought I was already yours…?”

It was as if something flared inside him as your words sunk in. He snaked his arms to your front and groped at your breasts. He breathed against your ear as he said, “yes… you’re mine…” His cock slipped inside you slowly, while groaning in your ear.

You breathed deeply as his cock slowly fucked you, gasping as Albedo’s fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples. You pushed your hips back harshly, as if getting revenge for him bullying your sensitive nipples. He grunted before picking up the pace, one of his hands sneaking down to play with your clit. With so much stimulation, you came on his cock, but he didn’t stop. Your quivering cries were falling on deaf ears as Albedo was chasing his release. The only sounds in the room were your moans and whimpers and the wet, loud sounds of sex. His cock twitched deep inside your pussy, as he littered lovebites on the side of your neck. “A-Albedo…!” You squirmed as he mercilessly pounded into you, your cries turning into chokes as his hand gripped your neck. “You’re mine…” Albedo whispered as he finally released his cum, painting your insides.

You were panting and breathing heavily as he pulled out his cock and smeared some of his cum on your ass. Sensing this was the end, you tiredly turned around to lay on your back and your legs brushed against his body while moving around. Eyeing your breasts, Albedo leaned down and laid his face against them, sighing contentedly. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close and kissing his sweaty forehead.

“Let’s have another round,” he suddenly said as he flipped your body so you were on top of him instead.

“But I still haven’t recov—” you stopped yourself as your gaze settled on his neck. The moonlight shone through the window and you took notice of the missing star-shaped mark on his skin. “Why did you get it removed?” You asked as you touched his neck.

Albedo grabbed your hips and began teasing your entrance with the tip of his cock. “It’s simple. That mark did nothing but show how imperfect I was. So I got rid of it.”

“That’s so unlike you, Albe— ah…” you had to cut yourself off as you felt his cock slide into you, balls deep, again.

He caressed your cheek and pulled your face close to his as he fucked you slowly and deeply. “Did you say it was unlike me…?” His pace began to get harder and rougher as he gripped one of your hips and pushed against the back of your head to capture your lips in a needy kiss. Albedo forced his tongue into your mouth as he rubbed your clit with his thumb. Combined with his rough fucking, you soon squirted all over his cock as you panted against his mouth. Unable to hold yourself up, you slumped on top of him while his hips came to a stop.

“Such a mess,” Albedo remarked. “I haven’t cummed yet… what to do…” he pondered before smirking. His fingers gripped your ass, his middle finger sinking between the cheeks to poke at your rear hole.

“Maybe I’ll fill you here next.”

Also posted on AO3. Do not share, copy, translate.

Note: Shadows Amidst Snowstorms event lives in my head even after 2 years. I wrote this after I got a sleep paralysis dream with fake Albedo forcing his cock in my ass. The blue whopperflower also appeared in my dream so that scene was based off of my dream.

Thank you for reading <3

#✧❃☽〜 |foxwrites #genshin impact #female reader #genshin impact smut #genshin impact albedo #imposter albedo #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #genshin smut #smut #fem reader #x reader #albedo x reader #albedo smut #modern au

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mokislover · 1 year

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sagau (imposter au)

" Guards! Take them to the to the basement, Id like to have a talk with her before everyone to witnesses the death of an imposter." Their fake tone rings through your ears as you faint

your tied up bruised, starved and tired. But you aren't weak, you aren't scared of the possible death that is coming to knock on your door

" Hah! It seems you have awoken." You grit your teeth, seeing the "creator" walk into the room

" did you have a good rest, pet? Or were you busy of dreaming the endless possibilities of your death?" holding your chin up as they mocks you with a sinister smile

" I'm not scared. " you whisper right to their ear as a malicious smile adorned your lips

" one prick on my finger and you'd be dead. " petting their hair softly, seeing their shocked realization

" Oh! Maybe that's why you baby proofed the whole castle. So you wouldn't get hurt right? So that no one would see the red or how should I put it? Normal blood coming out of your precious stolen skin?" You've hit them, their scared. Tears might as well come out

" I-.."

" What? I might die infront of everyone. But I'll rest well knowing i will drag you with my downfall."

" Have I got you wrapped around my finger? Poor you, pet. "

They're scared. THEY know teyvat is fond of you, and might actually just save your death.

But not them.

#eimuros #genshin #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact #heizou #heizou x reader #kazuha #sagau #sagau x reader #sagau impostor au #imposter au

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mtchacffinz · 1 year

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what goes in Dragonspine, stays in Dragonspine

prompt!!! "Albedo" wanted to chat with you today. but he's looks a little.. unwell?

content!!! NSFW, genderneutral!reader, imposterBedo is called 'Dorian', dubious morality, breeding kink if you squint hard enough, dubious consent, humiliation, obsessive undertones, slight! degrading

note!!! hello!! kaf here ~ [reading crumpled note nervously, def not being held hostage] i think susbedo needs love too. And i think he wholeheartedly agrees he deserves it. sorry this is not about sandwiching you with two Albedos.. [looks at smudged handwriting on palm] no albedo allowed.

The fireplace was warm and pleasant. After exchanging words, you lay front. A routine you and Albedo both follow is spending time together wordlessly, inquiring about each other occasionally but not enough to distract each other from your current objectives.

Atleast.. that what was supposed to happen.

In hours where the whole world was engulfed in shadows— where the land was kissed in delicate rays of moon light, Albedo would be caved in his tent way over in Dragonspine. There was something about the solitude in these hours that bring the Alchemist clarity and fresh eyes. In your small quest to find him, you often wander about through the locations he often spends his leisurely time with.

Today might be your lucky day, after all.

Albedo stands across from you, seemingly busy with his manuscripts. From what you remember, he's been working on something that involves cultivation of soil through extreme weather conditions. Setting down your cloak, you greet him with a smile.

"Hello, Albedo." Upon hearing his name, he quickly turns towards you. His face showed parts of surprise before putting down his pent to shift his stolen attention.

As soon as you set yourself down in one corner parallel to his, Albedo makes his way towards you hurriedly. Surprised, you turn your attention towards him.

"What's the matter?" Taken aback by his own movements, Albedo immediately composes himself. Opening up a small distance between you. Albedo has this hesitant look on his face, making you equally nervous.

"Nothing," he starts. "I'm glad you came here today. I don't know how to act at the moment."

Oh? You start to feel a little flustered. Albedo has always been blunt. The flush on your face starts to seep in when he takes your arm, enveloping you in a side hug. It was an awkward position so you guide him towards your arms.

Albedo almost immediately melts into your arms, engulfing you in an embrace with a small sigh. Albedo never went for a hug before. Not before, not even at present. This is his first embrace that was given to you, and it looks like he isn't letting go of you any time soon.. You pat his back comfortingly, attempting to pry those cloudy eyes of his with answers.

"(Y/n), can we stay like this?"

You couldn't even manage to refuse. What's gotten into him? He's never been this bold before. Albedo gingerly plays with your fingertips kissed by Dragonspine's relentless frost. It was as if his hands served at a warm blanket, enveloping it with their warmth. Analyzing his features a little more closely, you can't help but appreciate how beautiful he really is.

Like a painted canvas with delicate strokes. The world really took their time constructing him. It's evident that he was made with something in mind, something much more greater beyond the world— an enigma, a question that leaves unanswered for centuries. The very same blond locks messily framing his face, the other-worldly glint of his birthmark on his neck. You often wonder how nice it would be to give love on a person that was as closed off and busy as he is..

With spying eyes, you could've sworn his lips tinged upwards just a little bit. Despite his flawless and innocent appearance..

Albedo rests your palm on his cheek, seemingly having a world on his own.

..That's not Albedo. That's not my Albedo.

The intuition of a lover can't be deceived nor cheated. It's something that's imbedded in your very heart like some sort of sweeping system that validates every hypothesis you come up with. You know how they feel, their energy or how they talk. A lover is familliar with every fragrant poison that drips out of their halves mouth. A lover simply knows.

Yet despite all that, this entity was extremely adept in enticing you. When your vision couldn't leave Albedo's lips, you knew you were in trouble. Every touch he gives you left you nervous. Even as Albedo put a stray hair behind your ear, you could do nothing but helplessly watch and debate with your inner conscience if this is right.

When he starts to go a little lower with you, it felt as if you were being dragged towards dirt. Like a barren land welcoming you as their new home. It's in his image, and you're engaging shameful acts with it, is that agreeable? As Albedo's lips nibble in your neck, you firmly push him away from you— staring right into his eyes. Your heart was beating fast in your chest as your painfully aware of where his hands currently rest: on every sense of your body.

"You're not Albedo. I know you're not Albedo.." you say almost sadly. Almost disappointed, almost a little softly. "For all I know, you're a hallucination."

"Does that matter?" The entity replies nonchalantly. He caresses your cheeks affectionately. "For all I know, I'm doing you a favor here. Don't you like him?"

"You're a charmer, just like him." You scoff.

"I am him, (Y/n). You should get used to it." he says, placing a chaste peck on your knuckles. The sight alone was enough to make your heart flutter, but the churn in your stomach distracts you from butterflies that will be soon eradicated by poisonous flowers. Just who is this guy? Who is he? What is he? If it could mimic individual behaviour, what else can it do?

Albedo was already decorating your collarbones with kisses, unbuttoning any top clothing that could hinder his lips. The chill of Dragonspine greets your skin earning a shiver from you.

"Are you cold? What do you think about sex by the fire?"

"You say.. things..! So casually! Don't do that!"

"I'm serious, though." He retorts. You face was flushed not only by the cold, but his sheer shamelessness as well. "Do you not like it?" You trying to respond as calmly as you could, but your voice shook to no avail.

"We're not going to have sex, Albedo."

"Oh, but we are. If you didn't want to, you would've pushed me away the moment i kissed you." Fuck. He's not wrong. You sneer at his subtle smirk. The imposter held your hand so gently, like he hasn't been doing any wrong at all. "Do it, (Y/n). Tell me to go away. Tell me you don't want to fuck me, (Y/n). Can you do that? I'll listen to you without hesitation, (Y/n)."

Oh heavens, he really likes saying your name that way.

"Your silence isn't an answer, sweetheart. I'll take it as a no and leave. Do you want that?" Something about engaging with him in his image is conflicting. It's wrong to you, wrong to him. Albedo, Chief Alchemist of Mondstat. Despite knowing this fact, why did you put your lips on him? His tongue is swirling incantations into your spine, you drink every last bit of attention "Albedo" gives you with no restraint whatsoever. The blonds hand trail over to your waistband, tugging onto them so feverishly. You know he wants you just as much as you want him, and that shows just by how the prince licks his lips.

"You're very obedient," you gasp when he slips his hand inside your pants without warning giving your sex a few lazy strokes. His hot breath touches your ears giving you faint surprise. "I was thinking of maybe we'd take our time bantering." He breathes, unlike your Albedo. That's fascinating. Just as the blond leans in for your lips, you pull away to inquire about certain matters.

"I'm not calling you Albedo." You start firmly, looking at him straight in the eyes. He's kinda adorable; looking surprised— impatient trying to curb his own desire. "Which is why I'm going to ask, who are you?" His ocean hued optics dull, a little dramatic. You quickly add once he frowns at you— "I know you're not Albedo, so I.. that's a little unfair."

"I'd prefer if you'd call me Albedo.." he plays with the hem of your shirt, subtly undressing any buttons or zippers. "But if you insist, I go by Dorian."

"Dorian.."

"Dorian." He repeats. "Considerate of you to ask who I am, sweetheart." Right at this moment, he's already taken off your top and bottom. Dorian's teeth sink into the waistband of your undergarments, looking up at you with such pretty eyes. Assisting him by shifting your weight, he was able to get it off just by his mouth alone. With a satisfied hum, Dorian teases your sex with a quick stroke.

Your eyes never leave his figure— specifically his hands. Those slender fingers brushing over your sensitive spots so delicately, that perverted smile in his lips that seems to induce more conflicting feels in your stomach. There was something lewd about how Dorian moves his hands.. especially when he contests your gaze as if his sole purpose was to give you a fine show.

Your heart was already racing, but it started skipping beats once he starts opening his mouth. Dorian's pretty little grunts to his quick breaths— you knew you were already in trouble.

"You're drooling.. you like me that much?" Refusing to look at Dorian in the eye, you quickly avert your gaze towards something else, but he disallows you to as he quickly takes your sensitive sex into his mouth.

"Nnh..! Hold on— Wait! F—uuck..!!" You whine helplessly, grabbing onto his blond locks. "S- Slow down.." The Alchemist swallow your fluids like a craved manwhore, looking so angelic you swore you just twitched a little. Just a little.

Oh, who are you kidding? You're down horrendous.

"Yes please— oh, fuck. You perverted fuck..." Dorian's nose kisses your sensitive areas, doing his best to take you as full as possible while you run your mouth with your hands tangled in his hair. "So eager, so hungry..♡ Look at you eating me up, you're enjoying this too much aren't you?" Dorian only managed to give you a strained hum, seemingly agreeing in delight.

"You already knew I'd come here, don't you Dorian? Because you're a pervert. Because you studied me, didn't you?" You tug on his disheveled locks when he groans to reply. "You're so cruel, Dorian— cornering me like this, you know? Now you're taking your time to let me cu—um...!!" your sentence died in your throat as he suddenly picked up his pace, determined to let you reach your climax. He sucks your sensitive nerves needly, kissing every tip of your sex attentively. Dorian pays very close attention to how you react to certain things, keeping a close eye on where you drag your words and breaths.

"Dorian.. Doriaaan..♡ Don't stop, please?" With the last flick of his tongue, you could feel that knot in your lower stomach collapse— your knees growing rigid and weak, locking Dorian's poor head in place. Your breath hitches, holding onto his hair for dear life eliciting a loud groan from the Alchemist.

The blond looked at you with such deprived eyes, that bulge in his pants becoming a lot more evident. His face scrunches up in discomfort when your knees deliberately brush over his erection.

While you're brain was trying to process your orgasm, Dorian managed to escape your grip, placing his hand on your lips. "Hey, (Y/n). Look at me please? I don't want you looking at anything else.." with a shaky sigh, you peck his lips. Ah, fuck. He's so cute. He's so clingy. Dorian's slowly growing on you, like a stubborn fungi taking over your feeble brain to come follow its own wishes.

He's absolutely enthralled by how you gaze at him with cloudy eyes. Those half lidded eyelids trying it's best to make sense if it's surroundings.. Dorian could guess how you haven't played with yourself for a while, considering how fast you came with just his mouth.

"I can't hold it in anymore. Can I put it in?"

"..Not yet." Dorian's hold on you came firm, further showcasing just how on edge he is. Part of you wants to keep edging him, but how could you do that when he did such a good job trying to make you feel good?

Then again, you feel like you're no saint.

Dorian thinks different. It's a little unfortunate. He thinks maybe if he gives you a little gift, you would have no choice but to stay..

kafka entering ~ this took me soo long! if this ends up being loved, maybe I'll do 2 albedo sandwich in bed 🤔 just maybe ~ do you think i could pull it off?

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #albedo x reader #albedo #albedo smut #susbedo #imposter albedo #albedo kreideprinz #genshin impact x reader

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herwritingartcowboy · 2 years

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HomeWrecker

Fandom: Genshin Impacts

A/n: Did this all on my phone

Character(s): Albedo,

Warning(s): Smut, Cheating,

Readers Gender: Gn

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What the fuck you were doing. Kaeya was such a nice guy he was a sweetheart but you doing this is a sin but hell it felt good. You really tried to not get tempted by albedo charm but the way he would wrap his arms around you and look up at you with such playful eyes you couldn't hold back.

"Y-y/n!~", Albedo moaned as you thrust deep into his ass as you pulled him back by his hair. "You like this huh Slut!", Albedo looked up to the mirror infront of him as he tighten around you. "Y-you like this huh, tell me how much you like this" "Oh~ I love this, love the way you f-fuck me".

"Gonna c-cum" "Than cum", Albedo cummed the first time that night as you turned him around facing you. With that he kissed you with such love and passion you can feel his love there. "Wanna cum together this time" "Albedo smiled as you thrusted back into him. He moaned out your name as he pulled you down for another kiss as you thrust became faster and sloppier. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck", you screamed as Albedo clawed at your back as you both reached your climaxes.

You and Albedo cleaned up your sheets making it look untouched. "So is keaya busy tonight" "Kaeya...yeah... he is". Albedo watched you look down, he knew you and Kaeya were together but he needed you he loves you way more than Kaeya can ever love you. He just has to prove it to you.

That's why he sleeps on Kaeyas spot in the bed, he drinks out of his Kaeyas coffee cup in the moring only to greet him the next day like he didn't let Kaeyas partner fuck him stupid. But in the end.

All he wants is to be yours.

#susbedo #impostor #imposter albedo #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x reader #sub albedo smut #albedo smut #sub albedo #genshin impact smut #gn s/o #cheater reader #sub character #genshin smut #sub genshin #sub genshin impact

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emotional-otter · 1 year

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SAGAU where reader has a gun that never seems to run out of bullets

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abyssruler · 2 years

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eudaimonia

albedo, subject two/imposter albedo x gn!reader

summary: for the first time in his long years of solitude, he finally experienced the joy of being alive in your arms.

note: cross-posted from my ao3!

warning/s: long post, not sfw, smut, implied cheating (tho not rly), spoilers from 2.3 event shadows amidst snowstorms

part two

“Really, Master Jean, it’s not a big deal…”

“Nonsense,” Jean waved off your protests as she gently pushed you to the doors. “An injury like that should be taken seriously. Take a few days of rest, everyone in the Knights know how hard you work.”

“It’s really nothing, Jean,” you sigh, forgoing formalities as you quickly begin to realize that this is an uphill battle. Still, you let out one last protest that sounds weak even to your own ears, “It’s just a sprain, my wrist will heal soon…”

Jean opens the door and gestures for you to step outside, you follow with no protests and soon the warm rays of the mid-morning sun greets your skin. You turn to Jean and open your mouth for a final argument against her decision to have you take a few days off of work, but the look the Acting Grandmaster sends you quickly shuts you up.

“And what did the deaconess have to say about your sprain?” You wince at her largely unnecessary question, she already knew what Barbara had to say regarding your injury.

“That I shouldn’t put too much pressure on my wrist for the next few days…” you mumble dejectedly, already knowing you’ve lost this battle.

Jean smiles understandingly at you. “I know it’s hard for you, and it might feel like you’re abandoning your duties by taking a break, but your well-being matters more than work.”

You sigh, accepting defeat, and instead of arguing any further, you send her a teasing smile for her statement. “Speaking from experience?”

She smiles fondly, shaking her head in good humor before urging you to step further outside the headquarters. You comply easily.

“Don’t forget that the purpose of this break is to rest,” Jean reminds you.

“Of course, you’ve been reminding me of that since this morning.”

“I mean it,” she frowns sternly at you, and you smile nervously. Had she realized what you’d been planning to do later? “I know you’ve seen the notice about the training camp that the Adventurer’s guild is holding in Dragonspine today.”

You laugh nervously. “Yes, I’ve seen it. I mean, who hasn’t?”

The Acting Grandmaster raises a brow. “I trust that you won’t do something strenuous in the next few days, like going up dragonspine?”

You deflate. “Yes, Jean.”

She smiles at you. “Good. I’m sure Albedo won’t mind if we send a few knights to inform him of your condition instead of going there yourself.”

How did she—?

Shaking your head, you send her a mock glare as you acknowledge that there’s really no getting past her senses. But her words worried you.

“There’s no need to send knights up to Dragonspine just for that,” you argue.

“I’m not going to let you go there by yourself.”

“I know, I know,” you reassure her. “I don’t plan on going there anymore, I’m just asking you to not send knights there on my behalf.”

“Won’t you wish to inform Albedo of your condition?”

“My condition is a sprained wrist that will heal in a few days,” you say drily. “It’s really no big deal, Jean. He’s probably busy up there, I wouldn’t want to interrupt him just for something this minor.”

“Don’t put yourself down like that. I know as well as everyone in the Knights that Albedo would want to know if you’ve been hurt or not,” she scolds.

“Yes, but I don’t want him to worry.” You look at her pleadingly. “Please, Jean, there’s really no need to send knights up there. Besides, you know how dangerous Dragonspine is.”

Jean sighs in defeat. “Alright, but promise me that you will truly rest while your wrist heals.”

You give her a bright smile. “I swear it.”

She gives you one final smile before ushering you away, mumbling about having paperwork to do before giving you her goodbyes and walking down the halls to her office.

“Don’t forget to take a break too, Master Jean!” you call out to her retreating back.

You shut the large doors behind you, breathing in the fresh morning air. Raising your left hand, you examine the stiff bandages wrapping around your wrist and glare ruefully at the appendage. Of all the times to get injured…

It had been an oversight on your part. A stupid mistake, really. Even now you curse yourself for being so inattentive that you had missed the mitachurl running in your direction until it was almost too late. You’d had to settle for raising your claymore with a single hand to block the oncoming strike.

Barbara told you that you were lucky it only caused a minor sprain. If you’d been any less adept at wielding your claymore, you would have been looking at a broken wrist and more than just a few days off from work.

Regardless of whether you’d been lucky or not, you still sighed in disappointment as you remember that you’ll have to spend the next few days by yourself. You longed to see Albedo, it had been a week since you last saw him. Timaeus told you this morning that he’d been by the alchemy table earlier but left just before you could catch him.

You had planned on making the journey to his camp on Dragonspine, but with Jean knowing of this, there was no chance you’d be able to go through with it now. It didn’t feel right to send a few knights up the dangerous path in Dragonspine just to inform Albedo of your small injury, and you wouldn’t want to interrupt him from his work. You knew how much his research mattered to him, and you didn’t want to be a hindrance by making him travel all the way to Mondstadt just to keep you company.

You were content to wait for him, as you’ve always done.

The door to your shared apartment is surprisingly unlocked, and you narrow your eyes in suspicion. No one was supposed to be at home, and you were sure you left it locked when you went to the Knights’ headquarters this morning. Albedo should be in Dragonspine and Klee was in solitary confinement.

Pushing open the door, you hover your good hand above the vision hanging by your chest. You may not be able to wield your claymore, but you were more than able to restrain any housebreaker with just your hydro vision if it came down to it.

Although it seemed there was no need for your caution. As soon as you enter your apartment, a familiar figure comes to greet you.

“Albedo?”

Albedo turns at the sound of his name, a soft smile lighting up his features when your eyes meet. The sight sends your heart aflutter, and the tension in your body dissipates, your good hand releasing its hold on your vision. He stands up from his seat on the couch, discarding an object he’d been tinkering with to take quick strides towards you.

Warmth engulfs you as Albedo wraps his arms around you. You let out a small squeak at the unexpected show of affection, cheeks heating up when you feel his breath against the juncture of your neck. Despite the suddenness of his embrace, you eagerly reciprocate it, hands snaking behind his back and fingers clutching the cloth of his coat.

You hide a smile in his shoulder and take in a deep breath, the scent of cecilias and freshly fallen snow comforting you in its familiarity.

But there’s still a question niggling at the back of your head, and however much you’d rather spend the rest of the morning in the comfort of his arms, you’re confused why Albedo is at home.

“Albedo,” you call softly, slowly pulling away from the warm embrace. “I didn’t know you’d be home. Timaeus said you left Mondstadt this morning for Dragonspine.”

Albedo lazily traces small patterns on your arm with his thumb, looking at you with an emotion you can’t place as he listens to your earlier words. “Ah, yes. I was planning on going to Dragonspine, but after an… incident, you could say, I decided that I would much rather spend my time here with you.”

Your heart skips a beat after he finishes explaining, and as if he knows the reaction his words elicited, he sends you a sly smile. The sight of it stuns you, having never seen such an expression on his features before, and a part of you wonders what brought this behavior on.

You shiver when you feel his hand trailing down your arm almost teasingly, coming to a stop at your bandaged wrist. Albedo lifts the appendage with his hands, eyes never leaving yours, and brings it to his lips, trailing up, up, until his lips reach your fingers, leaving a lingering kiss at each of your fingertips and sending heat pooling down your stomach.

Half-lidded eyes never stray from your face, watching each miniscule change in your features.

This is when your brain finally starts acting rationally. Now is not the time! It’s the middle of the day, we shouldn’t—!

All of your thoughts go straight out the window when Albedo opens his mouth and closes his lips around your finger. His warm, wet tongue circles around your finger, and you wouldn’t have been able to stop the choked off gasp that escapes your lips even if you wanted to.

You see his lips quirk up in amusement at the sound, his eyes holding a glint within that you’re too distracted to notice.

Slowly, he pulls his lips from your finger, leaving a trail of saliva that has your heart pounding at the sight.

He presses one last lingering kiss to your injured wrist before placing his hand on the back of your neck and captures your mouth with his. His other hand toys at the hem of your shirt, gloved fingers leaving teasing touches at the bare skin of your waist.

Albedo nips at the bottom of your lip before pulling away, an out of place smirk on his normally neutral face as he whispers against your lips, his breath fanning the infinitesimal space between you, “Shall we take this somewhere else?”

Unable to form any words, you simply nod your head, still feeling faint whiplash at his unexpected behavior.

He doesn’t say anything more as he pulls to your shared bedroom.

Neither of you come out until late afternoon.

“Albedo?”

He hums.

You trace your fingers over his neck, feeling the muscles beneath your fingertips tense. With a deep breath, you ready yourself to ask the question that’s been plaguing your mind since this morning.

With a hint of trepidation, you ask, “Where is your birthmark?”

He doesn’t say anything for a while, remaining quiet long enough that you look up from his oddly bare neck to gaze at him worriedly. He catches your worried look and gives you a small smile. You feel him tracing small circles on your bare flesh using his thumb, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine and you unconsciously close your eyes to savor the feeling.

You miss the satisfied look that briefly crosses his face. When you open your eyes again, his expression is back to a more neutral look, though there’s a faint quirk visible at the corner of his lips.

“It was a sign of imperfection.” His eyes stay focused on you, unusually intense, as if waiting for your reaction. You continue to stare with curiosity, your face open and devoid of judgment. He blinks, and the softness in his eyes return. “I simply removed it.”

You nod in understanding, but there is a creeping feeling in your chest that you desperately push away. Albedo wouldn’t lie about this, you reason.

Then, to distract you from your troubling thoughts, you send a teasing smile his way. “Well, I suppose if you can create a chair from just drawing…”

He blinks at you. “It is much more complex than that.”

He opens his mouth to say more, but you quickly put a finger to his lips, lest you be caught in another lecture where the only words you’ll manage to understand are none. And even though you stopped what was about to be a speech on the intricacies of alchemy, you feel something in you calm at the innocuous act, because rambling on about alchemy and using words you couldn’t hope to understand is something that Albedo is often prone to do in your presence.

You laugh softly at his wide-eyed look of surprise at being interrupted. Almost sensually, you trail your thumb across his bottom lip before removing your hand altogether. “As I was saying, if you could do that, then I guess removing a birthmark wouldn’t be so difficult.”

A breath escapes you, still caressing the place where the golden mark used to be, feeling the tendons in his neck relax. A sense of disappointment fills you. You had liked the golden diamond on his neck, loved to trail your lips over it and listen to the breathy exhales that escaped him as you did so.

“Still, you didn’t have to do that.” You meet his eyes, hoping to convey your sincerity in the words that are about to leave your lips. “You’re already perfect.”

You lean in and close your eyes, pressing a soft kiss to his neck. You don’t see the conflicted look that passes through his features, only noticing the way his hands tighten on your hips when your lips brush against his skin. With a content smile, you pull away.

He watches you, taking in the crinkle in your eyes and the soft flush in your cheeks from the afterglow of your recent activities. He hadn’t thought much of you, back when he had only been able to catch glimpses of you in the dreary landscape of Dragonspine, back when he hadn’t realized the effect you would have on him. But now, looking at you laying on his chest and idly tracing small patterns on his skin, he realizes that he had been blind this whole time.

Sunlight slips through the curtains, highlighting the contours of your naked body and accentuating your features with each ray of light. In this moment, you have never looked more angelic to his eyes, radiant and beautiful. And with a twinge of anger and bitter jealousy, he wonders if this is the sight his brother is blessed with every time he is with you.

Possessiveness floods his being, and he unconsciously grips you harder. The thought of leaving bruises on your skin, marks made by him and not his brother, leaves a dark satisfied feeling in his chest. He had been careful with you, mindful not to leave any traces of himself upon your flesh. It sickened him, having to resist the urge to truly make you his.

He had come to Mondstadt this morning out of impulsive curiosity. He hadn’t planned on staying long enough to speak with you, let alone do what he has done in the past few hours. Now that he’s gotten a taste of his brother’s life, he doesn’t think he could ever go back to the bleak cold of Dragonspine—and he won’t.

He has grown tired of biding his time.

He crashes his lips against yours, swallowing your brief exclamation of surprise and drinking in the taste of you. He ceases his self imposed restraint, lets go of the shackles that held him back from loving you in the way he truly wanted.

He had decided, when he first awoke and realized the depth of the betrayal of his creator, that he would do everything in his power to take what he had been deprived of. He hadn’t understood what was so special about you, then. What made his golden, perfect brother stray from his beloved research to spend his time idling with you? A rare smile adorning the immaculate creation’s lips as he, the abandoned experiment, watched the two of you trek the landscape of Dragonspine.

Now, looking at you, flushed with want and panting below him, his heart stutters within the confines of his chest, and he realizes that he has never wanted anything more in his entire artificial life.

Yes, he thinks, muffling your whimpers against his mouth as he takes you once more, I will take you from him as well.

This time, he is rougher, leaving marks across your collarbones and digging his fingers hard upon your thighs. Albedo has never treated you with anything other than gentle hands and sweet caresses, passionate but ever so careful not to cause you harm. Methodical hands that trailed over your flesh, knowing your body more than yourself, always leaving you satisfied yet wanting for more.

Albedo has never been such a stark contrast of himself until now.

But you ignore it as he finishes inside you, holding you close afterwards and pressing featherlight kisses on the forming bruises on your skin, murmuring praises and affections that leaves you breathless and high in the affection he so freely gives you. The way he says your name makes you feel as if you’re falling in love all over again.

So, despite his cryptic words and unusual smiles, despite the discrepancy of his actions, you welcome his harsh grasps and bruising touches and ignore the part of your brain that screams that something is wrong.

Because when he kisses you, telling you he loves you in between each break for air, you can do nothing but love him in return.

You hear the door shut, rousing you from your sleep despite the clear attempt at reducing the noise it made.

Groggily, you raise your head from the pillow you’d been laying on to squint in the direction of the door. In the dark, you can only see the faint silhouette of a person carefully approaching, steps almost inaudible if not for the silence that engulfed the room.

“Albedo?” you call out, voice hoarse from sleep.

The figure stops, then places something on the dresser near the door before coming to kneel by the bed. The tiny rays of moonlight slipping through the cracks of the curtains faintly illuminate the person before you.

Your head falls back into the pillow once you register that it’s only Albedo, and you move your hand from under the blanket to reach for him. It only takes him a moment to understand what you’re asking for, and soon your hand is intertwined with his. Albedo squeezes your hand.

“Forgive me, did I wake you?” The soothing sound of his voice nearly sends you right back to sleep, but you try your best to stay awake.

You squeeze his hand back reassuringly. “It’s okay, no need to apologize.”

You can’t see much in the dark, but you feel when he turns your entwined hands, pressing a kiss at the back of your hand. His lips are cold, which causes an involuntary shiver to run up your spine.

Albedo lets go of your hand for only a second before you feel a dip in the bed. It’s only when you feel his cool breath brush your face that you realize he’s about to kiss you.

“Wait—nooo,” you whine, turning your face away and covering your mouth with your hands. “Don’t kiss me, I have morning breath.”

“It’s currently night, love,” he reminds you, his lips hovering above your cheek.

Your sleep-addled mind doesn’t quite understand that. “Then, um, night breath…?”

You hear him chuckle before you feel him pry your hands from your mouth. Embarrassed, you try to turn your head away again, but he cradles your face in his hands. And before you can try anything else, he slots his lips upon yours. You do your best not to breathe until he pulls away.

Albedo leans over you, still holding your face between his hands, “Such a thing doesn’t bother me, so please, don’t stop breathing for my sake.”

You nod, and that seems to be enough of an answer for him because he slowly removes his hands from your cheeks. He snakes his arms around your waist, lowering his head to rest on the crook of your neck and ghosting his lips over the remnants of the marks he’d made just hours ago.

Gently, you raise your hand and card your fingers through his unbound hair, untangling the knots and smoothing them out.

In the middle of this tranquil moment, you come to a realization.

“Where were you?” you question, your mind finally catching up that he hadn’t been beside you when you woke up.

Albedo lifts his head from your shoulder to meet your eyes. You send him a quick smile to show you’re not mad, merely curious. He relaxes against you.

“I had some leftover work that needed to be seen to, and I checked over the notes I retrieved earlier.” His lips quirk up as though in amusement before settling back to a more neutral look.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but the sound of your stomach interrupts him. Blinking, his eyes wander from you to the source of the sound, then his expression turns mildly sheepish.

“Ah, you haven’t eaten lunch or dinner yet, and it would seem that the fault lies within me…” he sighs, “I’ll cook us dinner as soon as possible.” He ends his sentence with a firm kiss on your lips.

Then he effectively disentangles himself from you, pressing one last lingering kiss on your forehead. And before you know it, he’s already crossing the room and closing the door behind him.

You bury your face in the pillow, hiding a smile as the the distinct sound of pots and pans being moved in the kitchen filters through the closed door.

Morning light filters through the open windows, illuminating the domestic scene in the kitchen.

You laugh under your breath when Albedo fails to grab the egg shells from the egg-filled bowl with his bare fingers for the third time.

“You’re not normally this clumsy,” you tease, cheek resting on the palm of your hand. He had insisted that since your wrist was sprained, you shouldn’t have to do any chores for the next few days, so here you are, sitting on the stool of your kitchen island as you watched him attempt to make scrambled eggs for breakfast.

Albedo stiffens after hearing your comment, but he then relaxes, looking up from the bowl of eggs and sending an amused huff of laughter your way.

“Here,” you offer, reaching for the bowl with your unbandaged hand. Your hydro vision glows dimly as you force the egg whites surrounding the shell to rise, and with a flick of your wrist, you send the floating liquid containing the shell to the nearby trash bin.

After you’re done with your little trick, you turn your head to see Albedo gazing at you with unabashed amusement.

“What?”

He merely shakes his head, grabbing the bowl and whisking it using a fork. “That is a rather unorthodox way of using your vision.”

You grin at his teasing tone, “Well, what’s a vision if not to make our lives easier?”

His eyes flit to the vision hanging from your chest so quickly you would have missed it if you hadn’t been watching him so closely. “I suppose.”

Then, he turns around and starts readying the pan. You close your eyes and let the noise of Albedo working at your breakfast wash over you, and soon you find yourself in an impromptu nap.

A hand on your shoulder gently shakes you awake, and you open your eyes to Albedo’s teal colored eyes gazing at you. He gestures at something and you follow it to see freshly cooked scrambled eggs and steamed fish.

In an instant, your drowsiness disappears and you immediately reach for a spoon and fork, digging in with gusto at what is sure to be an A-class meal.

You’re not disappointed.

The eggs feel like clouds in your mouth, the fluffy and creamy texture adding to the taste on top of the mild seasonings he put in. The steamed fish melts in your tongue, soft and just the right amount of chewy. You could eat the same meal your entire life and not get tired of it.

Humming in satisfaction, you make sure to savor each bite, taking care not to eat too fast. You don’t want the food to be gone just yet.

“How is it?” Albedo asks after a few minutes, his plate already clear.

You take a few seconds to chew and swallow your food before responding to his question. “It’s delicious as always! Ah, I wish I could taste your food everyday...”

He hums contemplatively, “If you desire it, then I shall endeavor to cook more for you in the future.”

You straighten up in your seat, a beaming smile making its way to your face at his promise. “Really? Thank you!”

And because you’re unable to help yourself, you lean over the table to press a chaste kiss on his lips. He blinks for a moment, as if processing what just happened, before averting his eyes and coughing lightly into his fist.

You’re glad he took your sudden kiss well. In the past day of being back with him, you had started spontaneously giving him more of your affection—well, more than what you already gave him usually, which was a lot. Perhaps it was because of the way he’s become clingier, taking every chance he can to touch any part of you, that you’ve subconsciously tried reciprocating it.

“But,” he adds once you settle back in your seat, “I can’t guarantee that it would be as good as the food you can buy from good hunter’s.”

“Nonsense! Your cooking is the best I’ve ever had.” To further prove your point, you shove a mouthful of eggs in your mouth, humming in delight at the taste.

“You flatter me too much.” He looks away, but there’s a tiny smile playing on his lips a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.

“It’s really, really good! The best! If you ever decide to quit alchemy, let me know so we can set up a restaurant of our own,” you jokingly suggest.

“Perhaps,” he says before reaching for a napkin, taking your chin in his hand and wiping at the grease on your lips. You watch him do so with wide eyes, trying not to let your inner surprise at the unexpected gesture show in your face.

When he pulls away, he catches sight of your wide eyes, and realization seems to hit him. “Ah, forgive me. Was I too forward?”

And you can only stare after he said that.

Was he being too forward, he asked, when not even two hours ago he’d been busy pounding into you with such force that you can still feel your hips and thighs aching. Was he being too forward with wiping at your lips with a napkin, when less than an hour ago he’d been ravishing your lips with his and nearly forgetting to pull away for air.

There are times when Albedo says words you can barely hope to understand, showing you that he truly is a genius despite claiming not to be—and then there are times like these where he says things that make your head spin at his utter obliviousness.

He’s still looking at you, waiting for a response, napkin discarded to the side as he gave you his whole attention, as if what you’re about to say is the final variable he needs to achieve the result he desires in an experiment.

Fondness curls within your chest.

“Albedo,” you say, reaching for both of his hands. You can see the confusion in his eyes at the action, and perhaps even a hint of nervousness as he anticipates what you’re about to say. “I love you.”

He clearly didn’t expect that, judging from his baffled expression.

You laugh and lean in to kiss him once more. Then, playfully, you ask, “Was that too forward?”

It’s then that he finally understands what his words may have come off as, and he sighs at your teasing smile.

You recall your thoughts yesterday, to when you called his behavior strange. Perhaps strange was too strong a word to describe his actions, unexpected is the better term for it. Lately, he’s been surprising you with the amount of affection he’s so freely given you.

Maybe it was a given. You had been separated for about a week, though that wasn’t a very long time compared to the longest time you’d been apart, which was a month. You reason that going home after spending the days in the cold of Dragonspine, then finding out his lover had injured themself while he was away would be enough to make Albedo more affectionate towards you.

Yes, you decide, resuming your meal and smiling as Albedo watched you eat, that must be it.

“When do you have to go back to Dragonspine?” you ask, head resting on his lap on the couch as you watched him go over his alchemy notes.

Albedo hums in thought, eyes never straying from his notes. “I left an experiment of mine in Dragonspine, one that is capable of getting the results I need without further observation on my part. So, if all goes well, I don’t see myself returning any time soon.”

Your mind takes a few moments to process his words, but once it does, you can’t help the excitement that bursts within you. Sitting up, you lean on both hands, bringing your face close to his. “Really?”

Lowering his notes, Albedo finally looks up and meets your eyes, amusement dancing within them. “Yes, I mean it.”

Inwardly cheering in joy, you quickly wrap your arms around him and bury your face in his chest, trying to contain the giddiness you feel at the prospect of spending the entirety of your days off with Albedo.

Propping your chin on his chest and looking up at him with a wide grin, you ask, “Does this mean you’ll get to spend more time with me?”

He smiles at your clear delight, discarding his notes to the side and snaking his arm behind your back to hold you closer to him. “As long as you want.”

Unable to repress your joy, you leap up and shower his face with wet kisses, making sure not to leave any place untouched by your lips. You hear him chuckle as you shower him with your affection, his eyes crinkled in happiness with every press of your lips on his skin.

You draw back to give his neck the same appreciation, especially the mark on the base of his neck, but you pause when your eyes land on his bare skin.

The golden star is nowhere to be seen, and in your elation, you had forgotten that he removed his birthmark days ago.

As if knowing what was running through your mind, Albedo silenced your thoughts by leaning in and taking your mouth in his. The golden mark forgotten, you eagerly respond to his kiss with equal vigor, hands gripping his shirt tightly to ground yourself as the feeling of his tongue exploring your mouth made your brain go haywire.

He moved slowly, languidly taking his time kissing you rather than the rushed tangling of limbs before, like it was the last time he would ever get the chance to be with you.

And he had thought it was the only chance he would ever get to taste you, to feel you wrapped around him and hear your voice let out wanton moans that he made sure to sear into his mind, because he thought he would have to go back alone without the warmth of your touch, thought he had to settle with replaying the sounds you made as he pleasured himself alone in his secluded camp, all while his brother got to go home to you.

But he underestimated the euphoria that being with you would bring him, and now here he is, his long-term plans abandoned in favor of devouring your mouth with his tongue.

The tightness in his pants is starting to become unbearable. He reaches down to release himself, but you beat him to it, shooting him a wink that has all his blood rushing down.

With the ease of having done this numerous times before, you undid his belt and unbuttoned his pants before pulling it down. Then, you lowered yourself until his erection was within perfect reaching distance to your lips.

He didn’t understand what you were about to do, still unexperienced in so many ways despite pretending in an attempt to imitate his brother, until you leaned down and took all of him in your mouth in one swift motion.

The sound that escapes him is something that will be engraved in your mind for years to come, pride swelling in your chest at how quickly he becomes undone with just your mouth.

Ragged breaths come out of his lips as you continue to bob your head up and down, cheeks hollowed and tongue swirling around his length. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think you were an expert based on the reactions he gave you.

Truth be told, you had only done this once with him before, and you’d done so badly during the first time that you ended up crying as you gagged around his length. Albedo had to pull you off him and remind you to breathe as you coughed from the sudden emptiness in your mouth. He had been so worried for you, massaging your jaw and saying that you never had to do that again if you weren’t ready.

Embarrassed was an understatement for the feeling you had then. So you practiced while he wasn’t around, making sure to lock the door to the bedroom as you trained yourself to get accustomed to getting your throat violated.

(You never want to think again of the amount of cucumbers you bought at the general good’s store during that painfully mortifying time.)

But from the sounds Albedo made while you pleasured him with your mouth, you can only conclude that all of it had been worth it.

Breathing in through your nose, you lowered your head down, down, until there was nothing left to go down on. Your lips touches the base of his hardness, soft hair tickling your skin as you let your throat get accustomed to his girth.

Above you, Albedo emits a strangled gasp, his hand weaving its way between the strands of your hair, gripping hard and tugging. The sensation sends a shiver running down your spine, and you couldn’t help the moan that vibrates from your throat.

You didn’t expect the effect it would have on him when a groan escapes his lips, and you raise your head unsurely, feeling his length slide out from your throat.

Albedo makes a displeased noise before he tightens his grip on your hair and slams your head down his length so fast that you weren’t granted the time to prepare for the sudden intrusion against the back of your throat. You gag, tears forming at the corner of your eyes.

His eyes snap open once he realizes what he’s done and quickly helps you up, smoothing your hair down in apology. You smile at him reassuringly and take him in your mouth once more.

You felt him getting closer and closer to his release by the tightening of his grip on your hair, so you set up a faster pace, tongue working wonders as you pressed it flat on one of the more prominent veins. His hips buck up in time with your head, and you’re thankful for all those times you practiced because not once did you gag again.

With one final thrust of his hips, Albedo finishes inside your mouth. This time, you let him push your head down to take all of him in, his warm release hitting the back of your throat. You make sure to swallow all of him, bobbing your head up and down his length to make sure you get all of him.

You pull away, leaving a thin string of saliva mixed with his release connecting your lips to him. Licking your lips, you look up, your eyes meeting, his pupils so dilated that the teal in his eyes can barely be seen.

Cheeks flushed, hair a mess from running his fingers through them when you sucked him off. He was beautiful, no, he was—

“Perfect,” you blurt out.

He blinks, and awareness enters his gaze in an instant. The intensity in his eyes makes you crawl over to him and place a hand on his cheek. You take all of him in, the plumpness of his lips, the sharpness of his cheekbones, the light reflecting off his glassy eyes.

You don’t know what made you say what you were about to say, but something in you urged you to speak your mind. This felt so different from the last time you said it to him. Despite the intimate moment you shared earlier, Albedo looked… vulnerable, in a way you have never seen him before.

So you make sure to look him in the eyes, taking a breath and rolling the words on your tongue, “You’re perfect.”

It is pathetic how his heart bursts within his chest when you lean down and take his lips, tasting himself on your mouth. He knows, like he knows the sky is blue and the grass is green, that you do not mean the words for him. You meant it for his brother, the golden child.

And yet it is not his brother you are kissing, it was not his brother you had pleasured, it was not his brother you had looked upon with your lovely eyes, and it was not his brother your hand had cradled and your voice called perfect.

It’s him. All of it had been him.

He is the one who made you laugh, made you kiss him with joy, made you breakfast and lunch and dinner when you were incapable of it. His brother is in Dragonspine, while he is here. With you.

Him, not anyone else.

So he, the failed experiment, who, before meeting you, has never been called anything but flawed, believes you wholeheartedly. Because despite not being meant for him, you had still said the words to him, and that’s all that matters.

A loud crash resounds from the kitchen. Abandoning the book you were reading, you rush to see what the commotion was about.

You find Albedo crouching beside the counter, picking up the broken pieces of something you’re unable to decipher, it certainly isn’t one of your plates or glass cups. Once he’s finished gathering them in his hands, he deposits the pieces on top of the counter.

His hair is in disarray, as if he had run his fingers through them, his braids looking like the slightest tug would be enough to unravel them.

You’re unsure whether to come over and help, but he doesn’t seem to have any problems fixing the object himself, so you remain standing by the doorway, watching as he pieces together the device of sorts.

In just a manner of seconds, the object looks like it hadn’t just been a pile of broken pieces on the floor. Recognition lights up in your mind, you remember that object from a few days ago. When you had just gotten home from your talk with Jean, Albedo had been tinkering with that object then discarded it once he saw you.

You peer curiously at it, wondering what its purpose could be.

You jump when Albedo releases a frustrated noise and slaps away the object. It slides across the counter harmlessly, and now your curiosity is even more peeked when you see it suddenly glow dimly before the light disappears altogether.

Albedo audibly sighs, and you turn your attention back to him. Deciding that now is the time to reveal yourself, you take a step into the kitchen.

“Albedo?” You approach his turned back slowly, reaching out for his hand. “What’s wrong?”

Your fingertips graze the bare skin of his wrist, but you immediately pull back with a quiet gasp.

He’s freezing to the touch.

Albedo whips his head at the brief contact, meeting your wide eyes with his own, a harried look in them that disappears when he sees you. Slowly, you reach for his hand, wary not to startle him again. He lets you take his hand in yours, wrapping it between your hands and placing a soft kiss to his knuckles.

He isn’t as cold anymore, and you take that as a good sign, however strange it may be.

“Is everything alright?” You make sure to keep your tone gentle, coaxing him to open up with whatever has bothered him so.

His teal eyes flit across your face, as though he’s looking for something, before closing his eyes and leaning forward, resting his forehead against yours. You move his hand to your chest, right where your heart is beating, and he lets out a sigh.

“There have been new developments in Dragonspine, ones that I was too… distracted to foresee.” His eyes flicker across a flurry of emotions that pass by too fast for you to process.

Your brows furrow. “Are you sure?”

He sighs again, looking exhausted. “Yes. That device,” he gestures to the object he slapped away earlier, “monitors the state of the experiment I left in Dragonspine. From the lack of glow in it, I can only assume that my experiment has been neutralized.”

A frown makes its way to your lips at his odd choice of words, but you don’t bother asking what he intended by them, you’re sure you wouldn’t have understood a thing.

“So, then, what does this mean for you?”

“It means that I must return to Dragonspine soon,” he answers.

His words snap you out of your thoughts, and you step away from him in surprise.

It’s only been four days but he’s leaving again…

Disappointment weighs on your chest uncomfortably. You know how important his research is, have done your best to accommodate his busy schedule and simply tried to make the most of the limited time you had together, but you had gotten your hopes up.

You promised to spend more time with me, is what you want to say, but you won’t use his words to trip him into guilt. That would be cruel and juvenile of you.

You accepted, the moment you agreed to be in a relationship with him, that there would be large periods of time where he wouldn’t be able to keep you company. And you have never once complained because you know how much his work matters to him, and you love him too much to take that away from him.

So, you nod, trying to be understanding.

“I see,” you try, but you don’t quite manage to hide the disappointment in your tone, and Albedo must have picked up on it.

“Forgive me, I know I said I will stay for as long as you’d like, but these circumstances are dire.” He tilts your chin upwards. “Please do not be upset, I will only be gone for half a day at most.”

You perk up at his response. Half a day? That was shorter than you initially thought, you expected him to be gone for at least two days.

An idea forms in your head. “Then, how about I come with you?”

His answer is immediate.

“Absolutely not,” he frowns, but you’re far from discouraged by it.

“Why not? We’ve traveled to Dragonspine several times together, I can handle a bit of cold.”

“It is not the cold I am worried about.”

“So there��s no problem then,” you quip.

“It’s dangerous,” he looks pointedly at your bandaged wrist.

You wave your hand in a nonchalant manner. “It’s fine, really! Kaeya’s been teaching me how to use a sword, you know? And a sword’s much lighter than a claymore, so I can definitely use it with just one hand.”

“Kaeya?” he questions, an odd tone to his voice, “Why didn’t you ask me to teach you?”

You look away sheepishly. “Well, you’re always busy—not that I blame you for that!—and I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You could never be a bother,” he says softly.

You don’t reply to that. He exhales a breath and adds, “Should you need any help in training, come to me.”

“Alright,” you acquiesce, and just when you see him relax, you continue, “But only if you let me come with you later.”

“No.”

You shrug. “Then I guess I won’t be coming to you for help, I’m sure Kaeya would be all to eager to help me with a sword. Master Jean once offered to train with me anytime I’d like, and who am I to deny the Dandelion Knight herself? I’m sure there’s a lot she could teach me.”

Albedo remains nonplussed. “I know what you are attempting to do.”

You grin cheekily at him. “Is it working?”

It is. Damn his pathetic heart. He can never say no to you.

“Don’t stray far from me.”

You respond by clinging to his torso, face buried in his shoulder.

“We’ll leave in the morning,” he informs you.

He knows he’ll regret his decision come morning, but the possibility of leaving then coming back to Mondstadt only to find that his brother has returned leaves him shaking with repressed anger. Bringing you with him to Dragonspine is not ideal either, but at least the terrain is familiar to him, he will have an advantage should the worst come to pass.

He has the rest of the night to think more on how to prevent you from crossing paths with his brother. Although, feeling you pressed against him like this sends his blood rushing down places it shouldn’t be.

Half a night, he corrects.

He wastes no time in pulling you to bed and laying on top of you, claiming your mouth with his like a man starved.

His hand finds purchase on the spot between your legs, rubbing you through your clothes. A wanton moan escapes your lips that he is quick to swallow, bracing himself with one elbow as he angles his head to get a deeper access to your mouth.

His hand continues to stroke you faster, feeling a wetness seep from your cloth covered sex to stain his fingers.

He withdraws his head for a brief moment to give you time to breathe before delving back into your lips. His pants feel uncomfortably tight around his hardness, twitching with every muffled cry you let out, he wants to feel your warm mouth around him again, and perhaps you’ll agree after he’s done bringing you to your high.

Shifting his lips, he begins a trail of wet kisses from your mouth to the underside of your jaw, licking at a sensitive spot before sucking on your skin. This, combined with the constant stimulation of his hand against your sex, brings you to release, hands gripping at the cloth of his back so hard that he feared you may tear it with the force of your orgasm.

The sound that escapes you is borderline pornographic, he engraves the sound to his mind.

He lifts his head, making sure to look at you with half-lidded eyes as he brings his hand, covered with a thin sheet of your release, to his mouth.

You taste absolutely divine.

Eyes never once leaving yours, he continues to suck on his fingers, watching the way your pupils dilated with lust filled his chest with pride.

His fingers come out covered in saliva. He hears you make a noise and he turns to find you looking at his spit-coated fingers. A smirk tugs at his lips.

Without any warning, he shoves three fingers in your mouth, seeing you close your eyes in ecstasy. A moan erupts from your throat that his fingers stifle. He watches you drool around his fingers, equal parts fascinated and aroused.

He makes sure to push his fingers deeper, feeling your tight mouth spasm when he hits the back of your throat.

While you were busy choking on his fingers, he lowered his lips back to your throat and started suckling on the fading marks he left you days ago. He wouldn’t want them to disappear after all.

Eventually, your hand finds its way to his unbound hair, fisting the blonde strands between your fingers and pulling insistently. He takes it as a sign to remove his fingers from your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting them to your lips.

You take in deep breaths that more often than not hitch into breathy moans when he finds a particularly sensitive spot. His scalp hurts from the tight grip you have, but he finds that he enjoys feeling the pain caused by you.

He pulls away. You only have a moment to breathe before he’s tugging at his clothes, removing yours impatiently once he’s finished with his.

There’s something clawing at his chest that is making him lose his patience easier. It could be the anxiety swelling in him from the upcoming journey tomorrow, or perhaps it’s the anticipation of finally getting to be inside you again, of feeling your walls clench down on him.

It’s this impatience that leads him to sheathing himself inside you without prior preparation, biting back a moan at your tightness. Your scream of pain is swallowed by his lips, and he wipes away the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes.

He will feel bad about this later, will be eaten away by guilt, but he can’t help but be further aroused by your expression of pain. It’s something he’s recently discovered he liked seeing in you, but he held himself back. He doesn’t necessarily want to hurt you, but he does get a sick sense of pleasure at seeing you look so pained and vulnerable beneath him.

A part of him feels smug, knowing that only he has done this to you and that not even his weak, mild-mannered brother would have the guts to act on his fantasies. They were made by the same person, after all, the same thoughts and ideas placed inside their their organic minds. He’s certain he’s not the only one who harbors such filthy thoughts.

He grants you time to adapt to his size before moving slowly, guilt starting to creep into his chest at having caused you pain in the first place. Only when you give him a nod of approval does he start moving his hips.

Gradually, he increases his pace, until you take the initiative yourself and raise your hips to meet his thrusts. And that’s all the permission he needs to start pounding into you relentlessly, finally resuming his ministrations on your neck and collarbones.

He wants you to look like a mess of hickeys and bruises by the time he’s done.

“T-Too much,” you gasp, tugging at his hair in complaint.

He ignores your protest and continues suckling at your skin, tongue lapping at the bruise once he’s finished and moving on to the next patch of unblemished skin. He can’t let you leave tomorrow without thoroughly marking you as his.

There’s a chance—a high chance—of you running into his brother. He will never let that happen, but he can’t rule out the possibility of it either.

He wants you to be so covered in his marks, such that if someone were to see the hickeys he left on your skin, it would be indisputably evident that you are his. So he fucks into you harder, grips your thighs so tight you’ll be feeling the ghost of his touch for days, hips slamming against yours in the hopes that you’ll become too bedridden to accompany him in Dragonspine—wishful thinking, you’re more resilient than that.

“A-Albedo,” you whine, “Please, slow down.”

He does the opposite.

The sound of that name, his brother’s name, the name he seeks to claim for himself, does something to his chest, awakens something primal in him that has him losing all control.

That name is his brother’s.

That name should he his.

That name was given by his creator to the perfect experiment.

But is he not perfect? You had told him yourself, so innocently and full of love in your eyes without realizing the impact your words would have on him.

What is perfection? Perhaps one could say it is a subjective term people use so exceedingly that the word has lost its true meaning. But to him, who has never been considered as anything close to it, that word is everything.

He has been called many things, a failure, the inadequate creation, a failed prototype—once, when he had first opened his eyes and was greeted by his master’s old, nameless assistant, he had been called a miracle. But never perfect.

But why should their words matter? Hadn’t he decided that his creator’s words meant nothing to him now? Rhinedottir called him a failed experiment, why should he accept her words when you—beautiful, radiant you—called him perfect in a way no one else had?

“Still, you didn’t have to do that. You’re already perfect.”

“You’re perfect.”

And so, if you yourself had called him, the so-called failed experiment, perfect, then what is stopping him from becoming the perfect creation himself?

“Albedo,” you call out to him again.

And oh, how he hates that name. Loves and loathes it with the same passion that he loves you and loathes his brother. Loves when you call out to him, voice breathy and so full of affection, but loathes that you call out his brother’s name, the name his master did not deign to give him.

He loves and loathes when you take his face between your hands, so tenderly in a way no one else has, and tell him you love him, but he loathes when you end your confession with a name spoken so reverently. A name that is not his.

Albedo. The name rolls off your tongue so easily, so familiarly as though you’ve spoken it so much that the name itself has been carved in gold within your very soul.

He wants you to speak his name, to cry out his name as he makes love to you—and yet, he does not have one.

To your eyes, he is Albedo, and that is the only name you will ever call him.

If that is the price he has to pay for you to keep calling out to him, then so be it. If being Albedo is the only way he will ever be known to you, then he will endeavor to become Albedo, to truly take his brother’s place.

To have your love be given to him and only him.

The name Albedo was bestowed to the perfect creation. It should only be fair that he takes on that name, you had called him perfect, after all.

(You had meant your words to only be for his brother, he knows that. You had only said it as a passing thought, meant it like how most humans mean it when they say something is perfect, the word becoming overused and subjective in a way that could never be approved scientifically. But he accepts it, nonetheless, because it’s you.

And perhaps he’s breaking one of the most important rules in research by choosing not to be objective, but if he had to choose between his alchemy and you, he would choose you every time.)

He sighs in contentment, leaning into your palm as he closes his eyes.

“Say my name again.”

Bemusement rises within you, but you do as he asked. “Albedo.”

“Again.”

So demanding, you think, fondness curling in your heart at his adorable close-eyed expression. He’s leaning on your palm like a puppy, a faint smile visible on his face.

Cute.

This time, you place both hands on his face, cupping his cheeks as you plant a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Albedo.”

He snaps his eyes open and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips slot perfectly against yours, as if the two of you were made to fit each other perfectly.

You were made for him, not anyone else, and most especially not his detestable brother.

“Albedo,” you whisper against his lips between each kiss, and every time he hears it, he holds onto you tighter, presses his lips to yours harder, leaving you more breathless than you were before.

He nuzzles his nose against your cheek, breathing in your scent and engraving it to his memory. A sigh of contentment escapes his lips, “Again.”

“Albedo,” you dutifully say.

That’s right. He is Albedo. Him.

It’ll do good for him to have you repeat calling him Albedo over and over. It was leverage.

He doesn’t necessarily want to use such an intimate moment between the two of you as leverage, but he will always be a scientist, and though he hopes for the best, he cannot disregard the multitude of possibilities where you refuse to accept him should you discover what he is.

For you to discard him like his master in favor of his golden brother… well, he can’t allow that now, can he?

You called him Albedo, you let him kiss you, you let him enter your bed, all of your own volition.

You told him you love him, and you wouldn’t lie about that, would you?

And if you accuse him of deceiving you, of being an imposter, well, it’s not really a deceit if he’s Albedo, is it?

You leave at the break of dawn when the inhabitants of the city are only starting to wake up, carrying a light bag of supplies in case of an emergency and dressed to ward off the chill.

At the edge of Dragonspine, just before the cold truly sets in, Albedo turns to you, checking you over to make sure nothing is out of place.

You let him fuss over you, straightening your scarf and smoothing down the nonexistent wrinkles in your clothes. And if his hands linger in certain places, well, you’ll keep it to yourself.

His hands stray to your vision you insisted on hanging from a necklace right over your chest, hands testing the strength of the wire necklace. Once he’s done, he steps away and grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers.

“Done?” you tease.

“I’m simply making sure you will be well protected from the cold.”

He begins the walk up the path to Dragonspine, tugging you alongside him.

The path is one that is not familiar to you, so you turn to him questioningly. “Why aren’t we going up the usual path?”

“My experiment was placed elsewhere, for a change in scenery, you could say.”

You accept his explanation, though you can’t help but add on, “Well, I hope you know where you’re going, cause I don’t.”

Albedo squeezes your hand. “Don’t worry, I am more than familiar with this place.” His lips quirk up, almost as if he’s amused by a joke only he knows the meaning of.

Dismissing his words as another one of his jokes that no one else seems to understand, not even the intelligent Sucrose, you simply do your best to keep up with him.

The longer you spend walking deeper into the mountain, the more anxious Albedo seems to become. He may not show it outwardly, but from the way he constantly squeezes your hand, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes every so often, you deduce that he’s truly worried about your safety.

A part of you feels guilty for making him worry. Perhaps you shouldn’t have insisted on coming along, but you remind yourself that you can handle it. Your wrist may be sprained but you can still wield a sword, albeit not as good as you may have wielded your claymore, but it should be enough to deal with a few hilichurls if you ever come across them.

Besides, you had your vision, and while a hydro vision isn’t very ideal to use in this freezing weather, you’re confident in your abilities.

Reassured, you squeeze Albedo’s hand back, willing your assurance to be conveyed to him with the gesture.

He, meanwhile, is nervous, though he hides this fact by schooling his features into one of apathy. With the snow closing in around him, the direness of the situation truly hits him. If not for your hand grounding him, he would have started shaking with repressed rage.

His plan failed, that damned whopperflower got itself killed and exposed the existence of an imposter not just to his brother and the traveler but to three other people as well.

He can handle disposing of his brother and the traveler, but three other vision wielding people? That would spell trouble and cast suspicion on him.

Once again, he curses his failure of a creation. If he had known how unsuccessful that whopperflower would be, he would have done the deed himself. Perhaps, by now, his brother and the traveler would be dead and he’d be free to have you all for himself.

But because of that useless whopperflower, he now has more problems to deal with.

Is this what his master felt whenever she looked at him, the failure of an experiment?

He inhales the icy winds of Dragonspine to cool his head.

He can’t bring you with him to the site where his brother and the others killed his creation, it would bring up too many questions, but he also can’t leave you alone without the possibility of you meeting his brother.

But… what if he left you somewhere secluded? A place where his brother wouldn’t think to go to under normal circumstances.

A clearing near the heart of Durin, the first place he stumbled across when he first awoke in this land. You would be hidden there, and once he’s done checking on the remains of the mutated whopperflower, he’ll take a detour and pay his dear brother a visit. After that, he’ll handle the rest.

Mind made up, he squeezes your hand once more before his steps become surer, feet confident as he guided you up the familiar paths of Dragonspine.

You notice the change in him instantly, and despite not knowing what went through his mind, you’re glad he’s okay now.

The rest of the trip is made in silence, both of you careful not to alert any of the monsters around you of your presence.

Then, finally, you stop at a clearing, an unlit brazier near the copse of trees. Albedo releases your hand and makes his way towards it, lighting a fire using the matches he brought and a pile of dried wood beside it. You eagerly soak in the warmth of the blazing fire.

He then turns to you, hands gripping your arms. “I realize that what I’m about to say severely contradicts my words last night, but I need you to stay here in this clearing while I look into my work. My research is volatile, and you are in no condition to protect yourself from it.”

Your jaw drops. He’s leaving you alone out here when he’d been the one to insist that you stay close to him at all times?

“If it’s so dangerous then that’s all the more reason I should come with you,” you argue vehemently.

“You cannot,” he tells you firmly. Then, a pained look crosses his face before settling back to a neutral countenance. “You will only be a liability.”

You flinch.

Turning your head away from him, you glare at the snow beside your feet. He sighs audibly and takes your chin in his hands, lifting your head to look him in his eyes. He looks apologetic, gloved hand cupping your cool cheek.

“Forgive my harsh words, but know that I only wish to keep you safe,” he sounds genuinely apologetic.

“If you wanted to keep me safe then why did you let me come with you in Dragonspine?”

“You know as well as I do that you would never have agreed to being left behind—”

You interrupt him heatedly, “If you knew that then why are you leaving me now?!”

Albedo calls out your name earnestly, but you ignore it.

“Wouldn’t it be more dangerous if I’m alone?” You look around the bare clearing. “Why are you even leaving me here? We could’ve gone to your camp instead.”

Something odd passes his face as you mention his camp.

“My camp is…” he shakes his head, “Messy would not be enough to describe the state it is in. I have yet to clean up the noxious chemicals I left days ago,” he explains slowly.

You frown. “I can clean it up, I’ve always cleaned up the mess from your experiments, this’ll be no different.”

“These chemicals are particularly potent, I did not bring the necessary equipment to dispose of it.”

“Then, I could just stay outside. It’s much safer there.” Then, you would check to see if you can handle cleaning up the camp. You’d much rather be there than out here.

“This place is safe too, no monsters dare to go near it.” He places his hand tenderly on your cheek. “Don’t you trust me, my love? I would never intentionally put you in harm’s way, you know that, right?”

That wasn’t fair, how can you say no to that?

“I do, but—”

His brows furrow, seemingly upset. “If you do, then why won’t you agree with me? Do you doubt my word?”

Your eyes widen at the accusation. “What? No! I’ve never once doubted you, but—”

His hand tightens its grip on your arm, his tone almost… threatening. “Then stay here.”

If you had been more suspicious, less blinded, less willing to excuse his odd behavior, you would have been aware of the unspoken ‘or else’ at the end of his words. As it is, though, you only set your jaw stubbornly and move your head away.

You hear Albedo sigh in defeat before using his hand to bring you to meet his gaze again.

“Please,” he implores you, his tone much softer than it had been earlier, “Just wait for me here.”

Then, he pulls you flush against his chest, pressing kisses to your jaw that leaves you weak in the knees. And this—this was a low move.

Despite your indignation, despite the desire to argue until you got your way, you can’t say no when he speaks to you like that. You can never truly deny him anything.

“I…” you try to protest more, but he begins suckling at the exposed skin of your neck, and you become putty in his hands. “…Alright.”

You truly are weak against him.

You feel him smile against your skin before he draws back, fixing your scarf so that it coils around your neck snugly, protecting you from the biting winds of Dragonspine. Albedo smooths his thumb across your cheek, almost as if in apology.

“But,” you add, “be quick, okay?”

“Of course,” he promises, taking your gloved hands in his and placing a kiss upon each knuckle. Then, his expression turns serious. “Under any circumstances, do not leave this clearing.”

You nod even if you still don’t quite get his paranoia.

And soon, he’s releasing your hands, grabbing the pack he brought from Mondstadt and turning away to trek the path across the snow, his steps hurried.

“And be safe…” you whisper to his retreating back, watching until his silhouette is swallowed up by the icy fog that constantly permeates the atmosphere of Dragonspine.

With nothing left to do, you make your way beside the only source of heat and resign yourself to a long wait.

You had dozed off, you have no idea how you managed it with the constant barrage of cold winds and snow despite the blazing fire beside you.

Most importantly, though, you woke up at the sound of snow crunching near you.

Raising your head, you swivel your gaze in the direction of the sound, eyes sharp. With the constant fog permeating Dragonspine, you can’t see much, but you do manage to locate the source of the sound.

You rise from your seat, picking up the pack you used as a makeshift chair, and hurried to greet the blonde who stood frozen in his spot after spotting you, a sword in his hand and his features contorted in surprise.

“Albedo!” you call, hefting your bag over your back as you made your way towards him, dusting off the snow that accumulated on your clothes. “That was quicker than I expected, it’s barely been an hour.”

Albedo says your name in confusion, immediately dematerializing his sword as you approached. His lips part, likely to ask you something. As you neared him, though, you see his mouth close when he catches sight of your wrist wrapped up in bandages, and it’s as though all of his attention is suddenly diverted there.

He takes ahold of your wrist, looking at you silently for permission, so you nod. Carefully, he lifts it, gloved fingers tracing over the rough gauze.

“What happened?” His eyes are filled with worry, but you can only stare in bewilderment.

You attempt to take your wrist back, but Albedo stops you with a gentle hand on your elbow.

Full of concern, he asks, “Does it hurt? If it does, you should rest for a bit. Here, allow me carry that.”

Utterly flummoxed at his strange behavior, you can do nothing but let him grab your bag and sling it over his shoulder, his other hand still holding on to your wrist.

Why was he acting like this is the first time he’s seen your sprained wrist? You told him on his first day back home that you’d injured yourself fighting a mitachurl, is he pretending to be forgetful? Is this one of his pranks? You’ll admit you don’t quite understand his humor — even Sucrose once told you she didn’t even realize he was joking until he told her so.

The past few days have been very odd, but he’s been exceptionally sweet and doting to you, so for his sake, you suppose you can play along with this little prank.

“I sprained it fighting a mitachurl.”

His eyebrows raise. “A mitachurl?”

He’s being very convincing with his little forgetful act. You still don’t quite see how this can be considered a prank, but you respond anyway, “I know, it’s kinda stupid, but as I told you before,” you look at him pointedly, silently asking him to drop his odd prank, but all he does is look at you expectantly, albeit with a hint of confusion. “…I was distracted, so it got the best of me.”

“I see,” he says, thumb tracing circles over the bandages. “Although, why have you made the journey to Dragonspine? It is incredibly dangerous, especially during these times.” His expression darkened as he said the last part.

This again?

You feel exasperation, an emotion you rarely feel when you’re with Albedo, run through you. You get that he’s worried, but you’re not a child, you’re an adult who can take care of themself.

“Okay, that’s it.” You pull your wrist from his hands, and this time he lets you. “What’s with you lately? First you start behaving more touchy — which, I’m not complaining by the way! — and now you’re doing this–prank, or whatever this is.”

Albedo looks baffled. He opens his mouth to interject, but you speak before he can, “I get that you didn’t want me to come with you up here and intrude on your research, but I thought we settled that already, and now you’re bringing it up again. You don’t have to pretend to be forgetful if you wanted to argue about it. Have you even finished dealing with your experiment?”

Now, he seems even more perplexed. “Experiment? I’m afraid I don’t know which one you’re speaking of.”

You can’t help the groan that escapes your lips. Normally, you’re level-headed and rarely lose your patience, and when you do, you usually try to keep the fact hidden. Maybe the cold of Dragonspine has gotten to you, but you’re no longer in the mood to play along his act.

You’re cold, you’re sore, and you just want to go back to the warmth of your home and cuddle up against him. Since he’s back with you, then he must have finished checking up on his experiment, which means there’s no real reason to stay in the freezing cold of Dragonspine.

You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. You aren’t mad at him, not truly, you had been the one to insist on coming with him all the way up here, so you had no right to complain about him. It’s simply the cold and dreary atmosphere of Dragonspine.

“Albedo,” you say tiredly, dropping the topic and instead reaching for his gloved hand, tugging him in the direction of the fire, “Let’s just go home. If you’re already done with your work, then we shouldn’t dally any longer. Besides, you promised to cook more for me.”

Your arm is tugged from behind, and you turn your head to see that Albedo has stopped walking.

He looks as though he’s come to a realization.

Albedo says your name carefully, “Why have you come to Dragonspine?”

You were about to ask why he’s asking you this when he already knows the answer, but the serious look on his face stops you. Brows pinched, lips set in a straight line, you remember seeing this look on him last year when he recounted the events of what transpired in Dragonspine with the mutated cryo regisvine to you.

Reflecting upon your exchange in the past few minutes, you realize that all of his questions and the confusing answers he gave weren’t meant to be some sort of joke. He had been serious.

“…What do you mean by that?”

He closes his eyes like he expected your response.

“Did you meet with me earlier?” The tone of his voice seems to indicate that he already knows what answer you’ll give him.

You’re confused—deeply, horribly confused—but you don’t think this is a joke. “Well, yes, but I still don’t understand why you’re asking me this, you’ve been with me for the past five days.”

Albedo’s eyes widen in alarm. He grabs your arms firmly, but still gentler than the way he held you earlier.

“Albedo?” you ask, eyes wide.

“You have been in Dragonspine for the past five days?”

He seems to know what’s going on, but you don’t, and that uncertainty is starting to frighten you. “No, we were in Mondstadt, remember? We just made the trip here this morning.”

“Mondstadt,” he repeats, his eyes suddenly far away. “He went to Mondstadt. For all that I attempted to predict his actions, I had not considered the possibility that he might—”

Tired of his cryptic responses, you interrupt his rambling, “Albedo, what is going on with you? You’re not making any sense.”

“Did he do anything to you?” he asks, completely ignoring your question. Albedo searches your face for something, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek. “Did he hurt you?”

“Who are you talking about?” you demand, uncaring of how rude your tone came off. You’re still unable to tell what’s going on in his mind, but a creeping suspicion rises inside you, one that you adamantly refuse to consider.

He calls your name firmly. “The last time I was in Mondstadt was two weeks ago. I have not left Dragonspine since then.”

His words refuse to register in your mind.

How could he say that he hadn’t been in Mondstadt when you can clearly feel the evidence of him being with you just last night in the form of the fresh, aching bruises on your hips? Your body held all the evidence needed to attest that he’d been with you.

Unless—

No.

That was impossible. What he’s implying… no, it simply isn’t possible.

But, thinking back on the days you spent with him, you start to notice the signs. The things you had brushed off or rationalized in your mind start to form a horrible idea in your mind. No matter how much you tried to reason against it, it became undeniable that unless Albedo was lying, then the person you’d been with hadn’t been Albedo at all.

And then, Albedo hits the final nail in the coffin, “You met someone who looked and acted like me, who claimed to be me, didn’t you?”

Time seems to stand still, as if the world itself has stopped spinning just for this moment. Albedo’s eyes bore into you, watching, waiting for your reaction.

You can’t accept it, no matter how much evidence has been piled in front of you, because to accept it is to acknowledge the events that transpired between you and the—

You can’t even bring yourself to call him that. It feels wrong, to reduce him to simply an—imposter—because he was more than that. He’d shown you his emotions, had shown you affection, had shown you that he was a person and not just some faceless impersonator.

And that, perhaps, was the worst thing, because it would have been easier if he’d simply been an imposter, but you spent days with him; making conversation with him, laughing with him, eating his home-cooked meals. Archons, you’d had sex with him.

Was all of it a lie? Had your feelings betrayed you? You felt your heart burst with joy whenever you were with him. Your smile had been real. The emotions he evoked from within you had felt as real as he had felt beneath your fingertips.

You told him you loved him and felt yourself mean it.

He looked so much like Albedo, spoke like him and acted like him, that you’re unsure whether this feeling you have for him in your chest is because of him or because he looked like Albedo.

It would have been easier, you think, if he looked like anyone else.

You avert your gaze downward, unable to stand Albedo’s scrutiny.

A glint catches your eye.

You move your gaze to the base of his throat, and there, lying innocuously on his skin is his birthmark.

You raise a trembling hand to it, tracing the outline of the golden star. Albedo continues to watch you carefully.

“You said you removed it…”

He doesn’t say anything to that, already knowing the conclusion you’ve drawn.

And that was the most damning thing of all. You let yourself be deceived, when all of this could have been avoided if you’d simply been more suspicious.

But how could you have come to the conclusion that the person before you wasn’t Albedo, but an—imposter? Even now, a part of you is still hoping he would crack a smile and tell you this was all a joke. A joke in bad faith, but a joke nonetheless.

You take a step back and return his gaze, your eyes pained and so full of conflict. Everything feels like a dream, like you’re about to wake up and realize that all you’ve experienced in the past week was a false narrative.

You don’t know how to tell Albedo that you had let him touch the most intimate parts of yourself.

But perhaps… perhaps you don’t have to tell him right away. Perhaps you can wait until you’ve dealt with the imposter (and something in you clenches painfully at the thought), and wait until you’re back home in Mondstadt.

Wait until the bruises fade, and then—and then, there’d be no reason to tell him. If Albedo doesn’t see the marks he had made on you, then you can lie, tell him you hadn’t slept with the man impersonating him, tell Albedo you had only kissed him and that was it.

Albedo will be suspicious, but he’ll have no evidence and you will continue to deny it—because how can you admit that you had cheated on him with someone who wore his face?

You have never been good at lying, but you can try and hope he doesn’t see through it.

“I—”

But it is then that a particularly strong gust of wind blows harshly in your direction, and you quickly grasp at the edges of your scarf to prevent it from being carried off by the wind. Your scarf had loosened from its previously snug coil, and you immediately feel the cold nipping at your bare skin.

You quickly grab the top of your scarf to pull it up, but a firm hand stops you.

Looking at him inquisitively, you see Albedo’s face devoid of emotion, his gaze transfixed on the visible skin of your neck—

Your heart stops.

Your neck, where fresh, bruise-like hickeys bloomed across your skin.

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part two

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bunny-rambles · 2 years

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Hello!

Since requests are open at the moment, I'd like to request something with Rubedo and a reader who isn't as openly nice at least in their tone of voice? Like they have a bad case of resting bitch face, they're generally a little grumpy no matter what and their harsh tone can make them sound like they're angry even when they're not which makes it difficult for Ruby to read them properly. As such this leaves him constantly tense and stressed out because he constantly assumes he's on thin ice (poor boy's getting serious PTSD flashbacks to Gold) and it isn't until he has a full blown panic attack or breakdown that they realize the issue and start making an effort to change so he feels safer? They also helped him through the panic attack.

Reading your Rubedo fic has ignited smth in me and I am loving it!

🐈‍⬛-anon, naming myself because I love your writing and will definitely come back for more so might as well.

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“Smile for me.”

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characters; Rubedo, gn reader

cw/tw; minor mentions of injuries, graphic mention of panic attacks, Rubedo is kinda traumatised by Gold, moody reader, crying

word count; 2K

notes; for 🐈‍⬛ anon, I was so inspired when I got this request bc that sounds exactly like me, I’m so bad expressing emotion and I seem moody or angry but I’m not at all - sorry if this isn’t what you expected !! Let me know if you like it <33

Please reblog if you like this!!

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You were… Difficult to understand.

Even when receiving gifts, you would always bluntly mumble a ‘thanks’ before putting the present away, no matter who the person was. It was only when he caught you staring warmly at said gift when you thought no one was looking that he realised that maybe you weren’t so cold hearted as he once thought. In fact, he knew deep down he was right. Why else would you have taken him in when he had nowhere else to go?

You showed your affection through doing things when they weren’t asked of you, or making him food if he seemed troubled. You weren’t the kind to have a big smile on their face and wrap their arms around him, telling him how much you appreciate him. He knew most of the time, it was nothing personal. He hadn’t exactly figured out why you act this way. Emotional walls, or just a difficulty to express emotion all together? He wasn’t sure, and perhaps he never would be.

You felt distant even when you were right next to him, with that same cold stare of indifference and that frigid attitude. If he didn’t know any better, he would’ve guessed you wielded an icy vision. Even when the two of you were alone, you always seemed so… He didn’t even know how to describe it. Stony faced, hands crossed over your chest like you were impatient for him to just stop talking whenever he conversed with you. But when he stopped, you urged with that monotone voice of yours to keep going, to continue his ramblings about whatever interested him so much. Even with such a piercing gaze, there was a hidden softness, a quiet sweetness to you.

Once he had tried to bring it up to you, only for you to shut down when did so. Ah, so you were definitely aware of it, and when your arms tensed around yourself, he knew that perhaps it was a sore spot. He had hurriedly apologised, telling you that there wasn’t anything wrong with you, something you would tell him when he you thought he was asleep - when in the serenity of the night, you would pour your heart out to him - still with that unchanging voice of yours, but the words you spoke were more than enough for him. He didn’t want you to change, he liked you for you - but sometimes, there were days he just couldn’t handle it, and that went unsaid.

There were days that he would look at you and he wouldn’t see you anymore. Instead, he would see a flash of blonde, a permanent scowl, the same impatient body language. And those were the days he would avoid you like the plague. Even when you called for him that dinner was ready, he didn’t show his face. Those days would hurt you both, and the cracks in his hopeful mindset would only worsen. Those days were few and far between, and those were the only days you would show some form of emotion on your face. Your brows furrowed and your lips downturned even more than the usual frown you had. It was far from the smile he dreamt of on your face, but he cherished it just as much. Of course you weren’t /her/, you were you - a statue of ice with a heart of gold. He saw it every day in the small things you would do for him. You brushed his hair if he seemed tired, listened for hours about whatever was on his mind, helped him with anything that he needed. You would do anything for him, he need only ask. (He heard that once while your hand threaded through his golden locks when you thought he had been long gone in slumber). When he remembered that, he would be fine, and you two would go back to how you always were.

Today was different.

It was no secret that the commissions you took on were starting to get more and more difficult. You were a skilled fighter, that was for sure, but some of the things you were taking on weren’t one person jobs. Although not much had changed from most people's perspective, you were tired. When you came home, you usually had the decency to try to make small talk with the blonde living with you, but now it seemed you didn’t have the energy to even manage that.

And when you did talk?

Neither of you had ever argued, but because of how irritable you had become, you didn’t try to soften the hardness of your tone, the cold words pouring out of your mouth. Thankfully, it was never directed at him, instead he only heard it being directed to whoever commissioned you - but something about the way you spoke set him on edge. He knew if he looked at you, he wouldn’t be in this comfortable home you had made for each other, but instead a merciless terrain of snow.

He stayed away from you to avoid that.

But when you shoved the door open, stalking in with frustration practically dripping off of you, he couldn’t just leave you alone in that state - even if he knew how it would end. Your footing was a little off now that he really looked, your clothes all torn and dirty. It didn’t take a genius to realise the commission had not gone well.

He winced with each thudding footstep you took, the book in his hands falling out of his unsteady grasp. No. You did not need him to fall apart just because you reminded him of her. Instead, he tried his best to calm himself before making his way over to where you were in the kitchen.

“Do you need any help?” He asked quietly when he saw you rummaging around in the cabinet, no doubt looking for the first aid kit.

“No.”

“You should sit down-“

“I don’t need any help. Go away.” There was that wall again. No matter how many times he tried, you just wouldn’t take it down for him.

“Y/N-“

“Just leave me alone.” You bit out, one of your fists clenching around the bandage you had managed to find. He swallowed quietly, retracting his hovering hands he was about to place on your shoulders to get you to move.

“Okay.” He whispered, before turning and leaving to go to his room. He shut the door quietly, back pressed up against it before he slid down it with his head in his hands. Jumbled memories of ice cold stares, of cutting words and vague threats of abandonment filled his mind. But instead of his great and all powerful master… It was you. Glowering at him from a high height, sneering at him as he cowered underneath you.

“Why did I ever take you in? I should’ve left you where I found you.“

No. Please. He tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out, almost like someone had clamped down their hand on his throat and was squeezing him for everything that he was worth.

“I no longer have any use for you. You should go back to that mountain and stop bothering me. I don’t need you.”

I can do better! Please! Don’t leave me!

But still no words left his mouth, even when he saw your back begin to walk away in the darkness.

“Y/N!” He finally managed to choke out, raising a trembling hand to your fading figure.

Suddenly the door he was leaning on burst open, falling into something unsteady than the solid surface of the wood. And then his back was being pulled into something soft, warmth encasing him like a spring breeze on a summer's day. There was something gentle pressing against his heaving chest, telling him to breathe. Shakily, he inhaled.

“One more.” He swore he could hear that voice tremble. It sounded so familiar… Again, he did so. His vision began to clear.

Two arms were wrapped tightly around him, his back against someone’s chest - he could feel the rapid heartbeat against him. Your face was buried in his shoulder, your legs on either side of his cowering body, caging him into the comfort of your embrace. He called out your name, and your face sprung up from where it was hidden. Were those… Tear tracks?

“You were crying… And calling for me…” You explained quietly, but your voice sounded tougher than it usually did. Was this real?

He carefully lifted one of his hands up to one of your arms and squeezed gently, mesmerised when your grip on him only tightened. He didn’t have a response to what you said, still trying to process what exactly just happened. He thought you just left, and now you were holding him?

“Sorry…” He apologised after a moment, and your arms fell limply to your sides, letting him go so he could stand up while you did too.

“Come to the kitchen. I made your favourite...” You turned around to leave, and blindly, he followed.

True to your word, there were not just one of his favourites, but almost all of them. How long had he been in there exactly, for you to make all of this - just for him? It was your way of apologising for what happened.

You knew he was just trying to help you, but you were embarrassed and angry at the state you had come home in. Nothing had gone right that day, and even one of your commissioners had screamed in your face when you failed their task. You just wanted to be alone in your misery, not drag him into it. Instead, you felt like you did the opposite.

“Why…” You began, and his head slowly turned to you. You were barely holding it together. “Why were you crying?” Your bottom lip trembled, your hands trembling at your sides. Slowly, he took one in his own, running his thumb across your bruised knuckles. Instead of giving you an answer, he interlaced your fingers together.

“Don’t leave me.”

You let out a shaky gasp before the tears you held back for him began to roll down your cheeks, dripping from your jaw. Without hesitation, you pulled him to your chest, wrapping your arms around him tightly. He could hear you mumble apologies while one of your hands ran through his soft, golden locks. He shushed you quietly, as his own arms wrapped around you comfortingly. This was the first time he had ever seen you cry, seen so much emotion from you. Perhaps it was wrong of him, but his lips curled up into a small smile.

“I’ll never leave you. I promise.”

After you both had calmed down and indulged yourselves in the meals you had painstakingly made so they were perfect for him, he finally told you what was wrong. It hurt to hear the honesty, but it was needed if either of you two didn’t want a repeat of what happened. He left out the part where the panic attacks weren’t uncommon if you were in a particularly bad mood, just to save you some heartache that you were already feeling after everything that had been said.

“I’m sorry. I’ll… I’ll try and be better.”

“Just don’t change who you are. I like you, because you’re you. But I can’t lie to you, I would love to see you smile. Just once.” He admitted, staring down at your interlocked hands. Neither one of you had made a move to pull away from it, so they had been like that for some time. He heard a heavy sigh from you, your head hanging low for a moment before it raised. His breath hitched at the sight.

You, cheeks reddened from the previous crying, eyes swollen from rubbing at them - with a small, shy smile on your lips. It was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life.

“Okay. I’ll smile more for you.”

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Imposter AU with a twist Part 2!

Tw: Swearing, a bit of yandere Albedo, Your friend is a horrible person and gets slapped on the face with some Karma and Trauma.

A/n: I didn’t want to keep saying ‘Your friend’ so I named her Bethany and Beth. Also I feel like this blog is more of a crackfic blog since there’s barely any serious writing. But hey it’s fun to write. Someone wanted it and I hope I met the expectations

Day’s and weeks and a single month has passed since you descended to Teyvat from the bottomless pits of hell. People are still after your head, the pick me imposter still has not been visited by Karma, and you got a yandere, kinda. I’m saying kinda because Albedo is possessive of you and that’s all…..for now.

During the month of being in Minecraft survival mode some more characters believed you’re the OG creator. That and they just can’t handle your friend, who I shall name Bethany. Sorry to all Bethany’s but Imma steal your name real quick.

Diluc is a good example of not handling Bethany. He has told you that she would cry when a man, his brother and five other men, don’t pay attention to her. She would tell Childe to get her the most expensive gift and throw it away afterwards. He finds her annoying and one point he told you “If I had to choose between Kaeya and….the girl. I would choose Kaeya right away. That’s how annoying she is.”

Now here comes the fun part of this AU. The finding out that the imposter is the OG creator. Like I said the last part Karma is gonna slap her face sooner and later, well Karma not only slapped her but gave her the ultimate shoe slap, with a boot and high heel.

In the Imposter AU the only thing to tell from Imposter and Real apart was the golden child blood test thingy. There is one way where I feel like would be more funny and that is the ‘accident’ way.

The accident way is probably the most funniest way of people finding out that they fucked up. Imagine this, Your walking back to where ever the failed experiment is to give him the flowers he needed. But along the way your arm got scratched by a random branch. This y/n is clumsy they bump into things a lot and whenever they do they just rub off the pain until they or someone else tells them that they’re bleeding. So back to the branch thing, you got scratched by the lonely piece of wood and kept walking. Only to cross a certain traveler and they’re somehow flying food.

They cross paths, Aether doesn’t bother looking and has a place to be. Paimon on the other hand saw the gold shimmering blood and was like “Wait a MINUTE!”

“You there! Paimon has a very serious question!” Paimon yelled out but you kept on walking ignoring her as if she’s a ghost. That was until paimon told Aether and Aether is now chasing after you. Like I know I need my daily dose of adrenaline but why it gotta be like this?

While running Aether was yelling and Venti being the little shit he is heard it in the wind. Don’t ask me how that makes sense he’s the god of air. Now venti is in front of you and let’s skip a hour or two after.

Scratch that make one hour turn into 3 hours of no stop arguing. Not between you and the worshipers or overly simps but between you and Bethany.

Bethany Heard that people found you and wanted to see you uh turn the bye bye life light on. So she came in the most ugliest dress ever in the mind of y/n.

While being surrounded by the archons as they looked at you with disgust. You were on the ground with a sword against your neck. The archons believe that you put gold glitter on your arm to get the chance of stealing their graces spot? Does glitter even exist in Tevyat?

“You go to such lengths to steal our graces spotlight?!” Yelled Zhongli still having the pole arm against your neck. You are just sitting there on the floor slightly terrified because my god scary archons are more scarier then your mom.

“Sir, I didn’t even have a choice to look like that Beth Meth girl. It’s called Genes. GEN-NET-ICS.” You called out making everyone yell out insults. All of a sudden Bethany comes walking down as the people spread out like the sea. Everyone bowed and said praises.

“You really wearing that dress? It looks like something that Carella Deville would wear and honey that’s not necessarily a good thing” and that sent the lighter to the bomb.

“Well at least I have more things then you do. I would have an entire world after you are dead.” Beth’s sassy ass said as everyone is just wondering if you two know each other. Not only are you two fighting but Diluc and Aether are having to hold back Albedo so he doesn’t do….bad things.

Back to Beth with the meth fighting match. The light you started finally reached the bomb having Bethany spill everything she has done, on earth and Teyvat out loud. My god she did more stuff than you thought.

“You are always in the fucking way! Nothing I do to you ever works! I had to take money from you so your parents would hate you so you would feel shitty because of them. I spread rumors of you so people hated you. Hell I even practiced make up so people would believe you hit me!”

That’s not even the tip of the ice burg and yet many many people are in a state of shock that they are frozen in place. Oh and albedo? Ya Diluc and Aether are having a struggle. With the bomb being set off nothing is stopping Bethany to say anything and everything she has done to you. What are you doing? Letting her scream and yell since Karma is coming closer and closer.

“Then when I was Teleported here people said I was a god! They treated me better than you! I got the attention I wanted! No one was gonna try and steal the spotlight if they did I would just send someone to kill them. I have men at my fingertips so if someone insulted me or I found the person annoying I would send them to kill the person. Easy Peasy just make up a reason and they’ll do it.”

After she said that many people gasped and a few people yelled “Is that why my son/daughter went missing/were found dead?!” Yeah what a shocker now. The once looked up god is now the imposter and committed more crimes then the Fatui. She was about to say more but you stopped her.

“You did all that? Dear you’re worse than the American government and the Fatui combined. I’ll tell you why people were nice to me and not you.” You stood up with you hands behind your back. No one stopped you they wanted to see what would happen. “I’m genuinely nice to people and they do it back but some don’t. Take yourself for example, I was nice to you. I checked up on you everyday to make sure you where ok but you did all this instead.”

Bethany’s face was more redder then Diluc and a tomato together. She was furious that you came an ruined everything. She started to shout nonsense as you backed away slowly. She didn’t notice so she kept throwing insults after insults while you were all the way in the back with albedo.

Some hydro slimes and cryo slimes were walking around her as they were just doing Slime things. But one electro slime made a mistake of walking in front of her and, by accident or not, zapping her feet slightly. She let out a screech and hopped from one foot to another. Since the hydro slimes were walking around her they made the ground slightly wet. Thanks to the cryo slimes they made the slightly wet ground icy and slippery.

So while she was hopping she slipped on the ice. Fortunately or unfortunately you guys were by a cliff of some sort. I think you know what happened, she fell down but survived as the cliff wasn’t that high. So yay?

After she fell you stood there for a few minutes before saying “Ah, Karma did give her a punch in the face after all……But that seemed planed.” You looked at the slimes with a suspicious face. The hydro slime just turned around and walked away while the electro slime was like “oh this Leaf on the floor is so interesting wow” what is the cryo slime doing? Looking over the cliff where Bethany feel almost mocking her. “Haha bish you slipped” is what the cryo slime is probably thinking.

#Yandere genshin #yandere genshin x reader #yandere albedo #imposter sagau #Imposter AU #genshin impact sagau #Male reader #gender neutral reader #Karen #yandere SAGAU #Karma

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fatuifucker · 2 years

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me and my husband

dom prince! subject 2 albedo x sub fiancé! fem-bodied reader

SUMMARY = (from this request – royal au) prince rubedo isn't happy about seeing his fiancé with his brother

WARNINGS = (fully consensual - s2 checks in with reader a couple times) smut, penetration (reader receiving), unprotected sex, cervix fucking, mild asphyxiation, pussyjob, oral (reader giving), dacryphilia, sensory deprivation (blindfold), marking, mating press, aftercare, subject 2 is called rubedo, jealous s2, tiny angst, use of the word "cunt"

W/C = 1.8k

A/N = i love s2 so much djdhdjd okay but this will be the last time i call him rubedo, leakers have revealed that his name in the files is called dorian so i will refer to him as dorian instead in the future also thank you @vermillionbun and @boba-is-a-soup for betaing!

TAGS = @zen-daydreams, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @lovediluc, @yumixxn, @teallapril, @midnxght-sweet-time

In the darkness, you glide your tongue over the long, thick vein trailing down his cock, swiping up the drops of precum oozing out his slit while his head hits the back of your throat deliciously. The way the human body operates is utterly fascinating. When one is deprived of their senses, they become that much more sensitive to stimuli. It is a weakness the prince couldn’t help but take advantage of. And oh, does your perverted, lovesick mind relish it.

"When Mother's concubines misbehaved, she would throw them in dungeons days or even weeks. Sometimes months if they truly displeased her. It suits her. You and I know how much of a cruel ruler, and even cruller lover she can be," Prince Rubedo states coldly. "On the other hand, I don’t share a bed with anyone other than you. I spoil and shower you with gifts. Yet you dare seek him out," he spits, acrid acidity in his tone. "Mother would have sent her suitors to the dungeons if they ever betrayed her for another. I didn't. Instead, I let you sit comfortably in our room and atone for your mistakes. I hope you know how fortunate you are.”

All of a sudden, Rubedo pushes you away from him. Coughing, you still as he tugs at your blindfold, untying the knot before removing the fabric. Light engulfs your vision, and you blink quickly to rid the blindness. You lift your head, squinting to see the prince looking down at you; a testament to your difference in power. A calloused hand — the hand of a warrior prince, indeed — strokes your cheek, his normally neat platinum blond hair bedraggled as his broad chest rises and falls. You didn’t expect to make that much of an impact on him. The prince rubs the edge of his boot against your thigh, staring at the puddle you created. "I didn't think you would be dripping all over our floor."

He arises from his chair and kneels next to you, scooping up the liquid onto his fingers. You watch in awe as the wet muscle drags over his fingers, lips wrapping around his digits to lick it all off. His lips…

"Your highness,” you croak. "Can I ask for a kiss?"

Rubedo stares at you impassively. "A kiss?"

Crap, you should have thought twice. Thin fingers caress you, deep hues of carmine scrutinising every feature of your face.

"...Did you ask him that?"

"I beg your pardon, your highness?"

"Did you ask Albedo that?"

You blink. "No, why would I?"

"Why would you?" he snorts. "Did you think that I wouldn’t notice you cozying up to him? Drinking tea, taking a stroll in the gardens, laughing away at night when you should have been with me?"

"Your highness, although I understand your suspicions, I reassure you I would never–”

He doesn’t give you time to finish your sentence, seizing your arm and yanking you to the bed to settle you on his lap. "That bastard. He has everything yet he still tries to steal what belongs to me." He scowls, fingers running up and down your chest. "I need to mark your body. That way he won't get any more ideas."

You’re glad he asked you to remove your clothes before serving him. You doubt your new nightwear would have survived his brutal handling. He starts off from your clavicle, marring the untouched skin. With each mark, he takes his time, making it painfully sweet. He is merciless, purposefully making it hurt so much that your head spins in circles, but the high pleasure of the pain sends bursts of endorphins down your bloodstream.

Next is his favourite part. He conjures a gasp out of you by gliding his wet tongue up your neck. You wiggle around out of instinct, but his tight hold keeps you locked in place. The prince’s teeth clamp down on your neck, and you hiss as he sucks on the flesh.

Releasing you, Rubedo admires his work, pressing the pads of his fingers against the newly formed marks. "You look beautiful like this."

He smiles. For the first time tonight, he sincerely smiles. It’s loving, and it makes you want to run your hands through his platinum blond hair. You want to tell him that he’s the only one for you; that you'll always love him and only him.

Once again, you have this urge to kiss him.

Hues of carmine widen as your plush lips press against his. He doesn't push you away, doesn't resist. His hand only wraps around your waist to pull you closer. When the two of you part, you notice that he's shivering; that he is in need of warmth. But you don’t know if he is getting that warmth from you.

Albedo is a man who has everything. He is the future ruler of the empire, the beloved prince of the nation, people of all genders squabble for a dance with him.

All Rubedo has is you.

The prince frowns upon noticing your expression. "(Name), don’t pity me.”

He pulls you back in, slipping his tongue into your mouth and intertwining his fingers with yours. His kiss feels like he is swallowing you whole, as if he wants to taste all of you. Rubedo towers over you, panting as he stares at your dishevelled form; your lips, deliciously bruised. Your eyes lock with his, peering into his soul with desire. Never in his life did he witness that emotion reflected towards him, so he lets himself indulge in this rare moment. Deep in bliss, he doesn't hear you whisper his name.

"...bedo"

He jolts. "...What did you call me?"

"Ru-Rubedo?"

No, that can't be it. You were trying to cover yourself, weren't you? He heard you. He must have heard you loud and clear. You were definitely calling out to him. You only use that nickname on Albedo, not him.

…'Bedo'.

"Why…why are you still thinking of him? Do you really…” He swallows his rising rage, “do you like him better?”

“No! Your highness, the–”

You were shoved off him, your back colliding with the mattress.

“You’re testing my patience,” Rubedo growls. “Fine, if you’re going to be unfaithful, I’ll remind you who you belong to.”

He aligns his semi-hard cock to your entrance, his other hand lifting your leg up for easier access. His tone is chilling. You know he's angry, but…

“...(Name), are you scared?” he asks, a tremor in his voice.

He wouldn’t hurt you.

You shook your head. “No, I trust you. I’ll tell you to stop if I feel uncomfortable.”

“You know that I’m not like Albedo. I’m not going to be nice.” Your shift, anticipating him to shove his whole dick inside you. “Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good. So I’ll do…this.”

Contrary to your belief, he doesn’t. You feel the head of his cock rubbing your heat, but he doesn’t push any further than that. He ruts himself in between your folds, occasionally rubbing against your engorged clit.

“H-huh? Wait, why are you not…”

“What’s with that look? Are you upset? I told you that I’m not going to be nice.” The moonlight bounces off his pale face, bringing attention to his overly smug smirk; as if he is amused by whatever expression you are making. “If you want this inside you, you have to beg for it.” You attempt to turn your head away but the prince grips your chin, forcing you to look into his fiery yet cold carmine optics. “I’m not moving until you beg. I don’t care if it takes all night, you will submit.”

Shaking at his intense gaze, you choke down your pride to timidly utter your words. “Forgive me for upsetting you, your highness. I’ll take any punishment you give, just please…please, I need you inside me.”

You gasp when his entire cock penetrates your hole before you could even process it. Your fingers clutch onto the sheets, hanging for dear life as he pummels into your sopping wet cunt. He admitted that he isn’t going to be nice to you, but the sensation is overstimulating, all you can think about is Rubedo. His huge cock running along your inner walls, his blood-dyed carmine eyes boring into your soul and his gruff grunts as he continues to mark your skin. You feel him wholly from head to toe, and there’s nothing that could bring you more happiness than that.

“What more do you want from me, my knight?” he coos, tilting your head to face him. “If you ask me politely, I might just grant your wish.”

“Your highness, you have already given me everything that I– haa-ah– d-desire!”

“Then you’ll take more of it, right? You’ll– aah…take all that I give, right?”

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Good,” he growls, shifting to push your legs back so your knees are to your chest.

He thrusts into you like a deranged man, ensuring you feel him thoroughly, ensuring his cockhead collides with your cervix every time. You’re screaming his name, crying out to your prince. Lust clouds your mind, the only noises you can make out are the sounds of your pussy squelching with your juices and your own moans reverberating through the room. You can barely make out Rubedo’s voice, ridiculing you as a knight for losing your spirit so easily but you don’t care. Not when it’s him.

The only man you’ll bow down to is your prince, your fiance, your Rubedo.

“Ru-Ruby, I’m close…”

“Me too, (Name),” he pants. “Cum with me. Please…cum with me.”

You cling onto the prince as you reach your climax, your body shuddering as your pussy flutters around him. He gasps as he pulls his cock out, just in time for him to shoot his load all over your tummy and chest, dying it with his milky sperm. Both of you stay silent to catch your breath before Rubedo gets a towel from a chair and starts wiping your body clean with it.

“...Why do you keep going back to him even though you swore yourself to me?”

You sigh. “My dear Ruby, is it a crime for me to spend time with my childhood friend?”

“I know you don’t like him that way.” You don’t miss the quiver in his voice and the wetness in his eyes. “(Name), I trust you. I really do but…gods, you are the only person I have.” He hugs you close and you feel his tears falling onto your shoulder. “Everyone loves him. I’m terrified. I’m terrified that one day that you’ll love him more than me. I can’t bear the thought of him stealing you away…”

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” you hush his cries, returning his embrace. "I promise that it won’t happen, Ruby. I’ve always chosen you, I’ve always belonged to you. Forever and ever. Nothing will change that."

“...Thank you. I love you, (Name).” He kisses your cheek before picking you up in a bridal carry. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

#genshin impact x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin x reader smut #genshin fakebedo x reader smut #fakebedo x reader smut #imposter albedo x reader smut #genshin imposter albedo x reader smut #genshin albedo x reader smut #albedo x reader smut #royal au

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xxspringmelodyxx · 9 months

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Backstabber~

Albedo x F. Reader (angst)

Description: You finally work up the courage to confess and ask Albedo out…however things go awry and that causes you to end up seeing Susbedo, imposterbedo, Primordial Albedo, you get the point. Let’s see how that turns out for your real Albedo. A/n: no bad ending because I can’t! I just can’t okay😭🥺 also, I’m sorry if this gets confusing in any way. It’s hard writing for two characters who are the same and have the same name. I tried to make it a bit easier though…Anyways, please enjoy! 💗💗💗

Words: 6.2k

Warnings: A bit of violence and maybe a bit a swearing, other than that, there shouldn't be any other warnings :)

Okay y/n. Todays the day where you finally ask Bedo to the dance…and finally confess to him about your true feelings. Will he say yes? Maybe…will he say no…I hope not.

I kept talking to myself, probably getting weird looks from others around me as I made my way towards Bedos lab.

Just be cool. You can do that! You’re like, so cool all the time-WAH!

I groaned as I looked behind me, trying to see what I tripped on.

“A rock…great. I tripped on a rock.” I said, getting back up and dusting myself off.

Thankfully, I saw Bedos lab up ahead.

In a few minutes I finally made it there, opening the door.

I looked around and saw him working at his desk.

“Hey Bedo. What are you doing?” I asked, watching behind his shoulder as he wrote some things down in his notebook.

“I am examining how these little creatures react to different types of food, seeing which ones they like and which ones they don’t. A very simple task, but an important one at that.” He said, entirely focused on his work.

“Well…I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go-“

*crash*

Albedo's head snapped back at you, seeing a broken glass at the bottom of your feet. You bowed to him apologetically, quickly kneeling down to pick up the broke pieces.

“I didn’t mean to Bedo- I promise I’ll buy you a new one…as soon as I get paid.” You spoke sheepishly .

You heard him sigh, turning back to his work.

“It’s fine…just-what was it you wanted to ask me?” He said, a bit frustrated at you for dropping something like that. It may have seemed like it was an empty glass, but in reality, a gas produced from a plant he had been studying was in there. He would have to start all over again.

“Oh, well…I was wondering if you’d like to go to that huge dance with me? It’s been talked about for over a week, and the next full moon is when they are holding it!” You responded

To your dismay, you heard him sigh.

“Why would I want to go to something stupid like that?” He asked, making your smile falter

“W-well, I thought since you’ve been working so much lately, you maybe wanted to take a break and have fun. It’s a huge ballroom event and all of our friends are going to be there. You might have a lot of fun if you g-“

“No.” He said flat out. You were surprised at his tone. To anybody, he would have sounded the same, but since you’ve known him for so long, you knew there was frustration in that word.

“Oh come on Bedo, you should really-“

“I said no.”

“But-“

“Was there anything else you wanted to tell me? Or are you just going to stand there and waste my time?” He said, making your heart shatter as a wave of emotions hit you.

Suddenly, Sucrose came in all chipper.

“H-Hello Master Albedo. I brought you that new flower you wanted to examine.” She said with a smile, placing the gorgeous purple bloom on his table. He looked at it, then up at her. His whole face changed to a look of relief, causing a bit of jealousy to rise up in you.

“Ah, thank you Sucrose. This is just what I needed. You really are a great friend and apprentice. I don’t know what I'd do without you.” He said, having her sit down next to her to help him with his other projects.

You stood there, completely dumbfounded. He was…happier with her than you? Has it always been that way? Was your love for him blinding you from reality?

Seeing him all happy with Sucrose sent a knife right through you, sending feelings of jealousy, anger, and sadness.

You saw as she whispered things into his ear, making him laugh.

You slowly backed out of the room, searching your pouch for the gift you had made for him. It was a rare flower that you had found. You did your own research on it and found out that it survived off of moonlight. In the daytime, it was closed, but once the moon light hit it, the petals would open up to reveal a gorgeous iridescent color. It shines as well due to the light refracting off of it.

It was something you were sure Albedo hadn't ever seen, because you were…well used to be…his assistant. Before you decided to go out and adventure the world and its gifts it had, you used to always help Bedo with his experiments, and you knew of every species he had studied over the years. That’s how you two created a tight bond…that’s how you fell in love with him. He was so enthusiastic about everything you brought him…it made your heart melt for him. He would let you rest your head on his shoulder when you felt sleepy from the late nights, he would always make sure you were involved, he made food for you when you would come in early and stay the rest of the day with him, and so much more. He made you feel important. He made you feel loved and warm.

That was until the little move he just pulled not even an hour ago.

It broke your heart seeing him like that. In fact, you noticed that once Sucrose was in the picture, Albedo started to become more distant with you. Instead of asking for your help, he would ask for Sucrose.

Sucrose get me this, Sucrose get me that, Sucrose I need you to try this, blah blah blah.

You looked down at the flower in the glass case. You felt anger rise in you.

How dare he treat me like that when all I’ve ever wanted to do…was be with him? When all I’ve ever done is help and support him no matter what!?

I put the flower in his little cubby that he hasn’t opened for weeks, making sure the flower would still get moonlight when needed.

Fine! If he doesn’t want to go to the dance, then I’ll go find someone else-

“Hey.” A familiar voice spoke

I turned to see…Albedo?

“Are you okay?” He asked softly, coming closer to me. I took a step back from him, still angry from his previous actions. He looked concerned, walking closer

“Go away Bedo. I don’t want to talk to you right now. You really hurt me back there…how did you even get out here so quickly?” “N/n…” he said softly, catching my interest with the unique nickname, which brought me to a realization

“oh…I see. You are the other Albedo.” I spoke, remembering him from a previous mission where he almost killed us.

He placed his hand on his heart as if stabbing a knife through it

“Oh my n/n, must you think of me so little?”

I glared at him

“Oh I’m sorry. Should I not after that little stunt you tried to pull a few months ago?”

“My n/n, you know I had no intentions of hurting you…just your friends. And I’ve changed since then.”

“Stop calling me that. You no longer have that right.”

“But it is what I have always called you for years-”

“Before I found out you were a traitor. After all those years, I thought you were amazing and sweet…only to find out it was all an act for you to get to my friends and hurt them. Even if you did change, you haven’t even spoken to me since that incident.” I said, walking away.

However, his hand grabbed my arm and pinned me to a nearby wall, getting very close to my face.

As much as I hated it, heat started to rise to my face. He placed his hand on my face, softly caressing my skin.

“Still as soft as I remember~” He cooed

“Let me go.” I said sternly.

“You mean to tell me you don’t feel anything when I do this to you? Nothing at all?” He asked with a smirk

Damn him

“Absolutely nothing.” I said, lying through my teeth

“Then why does your face and body say the opposite?”

I groaned

“So what if I still have a little bit, and I mean little, of feelings towards you. There will never be anything between us. Nothing.”

“But N/n, I still have feelings for you~ All this time, I always have. I tried to reach out to you, but you were always so busy. Especially like today with my other half…tell me, how is my brother?”

“He is the same as he will always be. Too focused on his work to enjoy life with those around him who love him.” I said, my chest hurting as I thought back to the moment between us a few minutes ago.

“Oh, my sweet N/n, he hurt you didn’t he?” He asked, rubbing your arm

All I did was nod, tears brimming my eyes. Albedo saw this and hugged you in a warm embrace, throwing you off. As much as you wanted to punch him and tell him off, you couldn’t help but hug him back, letting tears fall.

“I loved him so much…but he never even looked at me as anything more than an apprentice. I will always be just his helper. Nothing more. Sucrose has a better chance with him than I ever will.” I spoke

He let go of me and lifted my chin up, wiping away my tears.

“Do not speak so lowly of yourself. You are amazing just as you are. I mean you managed to save an entire city from disaster all by yourself. That is something not everyone can achieve. Sucrose could never do what you did. She is not comparable to you, my dear. Because in my eyes, you are an archon. But you also have the purest heart I have ever seen. Everything you do is out of your love for everyone. You are special, Y/n. And if my stupid brother doesn’t see that, then he is blind.” He spoke, making your heart start to pound. Suddenly, your old romantic feelings for him started to build up inside of you again, but you did your best to push them away. This man still tried to hurt your friends.

“Come on, let's go get you home. I promise I won’t do anything funny.” He said, letting go of you and offering you to make the first step.

You hesitated for a bit, not sure if you can trust him.

“I promise, I am not going to hurt you.” He said, offering you his hand.

You don’t know why, but you decided to take his hand and allow him to walk you home.

You were still on edge, but your defense started to lower as you got closer and closer to your house.

After a good 30 minutes, you both managed to make it to your house. Nothing funny happened, no signs of danger emitted from him…it was like he was a completely different man…the man you had fallen in love with over 10 years ago.

“Well, Y/n…here’s your stop. It was nice talking to you again, but I must head out now to go get some things finished. I am experimenting on a potion I am making that will heal anything it touches.” He said, bowing to you

“Goodnight my sweet n/n.” He said, turning around and walking away. He left you dumbfounded from his change of character. It was something you thought you would never see again from him. You were pleasantly surprised.

You went inside your house and recollected your thoughts. A small smile crept up to your face as you thought of him again. Maybe he really has changed…

You decided you were going to give him a chance to prove himself, to see if he was able to prove to you that he is different now than before.

—--

Some time has passed and you have been spending all of your time with Primordial Albedo. He had proven his change a while ago, and you and him have been closer than ever before. You two would go out on missions together, you two would go eat together, and you would even help him with his experiments every now and then.

Maybe it was foolish, but you trusted him once again. Of course there were still some suspicions, but it was always overruled as time went on.

The other Albedo took notice of your absence and was starting to grow worried. Ever since that last incident with the glass bottle in his lab, you never returned again. Klee had told him that you were okay, thankfully, but now he was starting to worry about why you were ignoring him. He never meant to hurt you that day, he was just so tired from staying up for multiple days without sleep…so needless to say his emotions got the better of him. He cursed at himself for being so rude to you, especially when it wasn’t anything important. Sure, the gas was hard to get from that plant, but it was nothing he couldn’t fix.

He just wishes he could go back and fix it so he would get to see you again. He had even rejected multiple girls for that ballroom dance in hopes that you would come and ask him again.

However as time passed, he knew that wasn’t going to happen. The dance was in two days and he still hasn’t seen you. He had to admit, even with Sucrose around, he missed you dearly. All he could think about was you. When he slept, when he woke up, while he was working on his experiments–which caused him to mess multiple things up over and over again– all he wanted was to see and talk to you. He wanted to apologize and hopefully make up.

“Master Albedo, your potions are overflowing again.” Sucrose said, helping him.

He sighed, not caring anymore about his experiments. He wanted to see you. He needed you…He wanted you.

He tried his best to hide it over the past few years, but he absolutely loved you. Ever since you started helping him, his love for you grew and grew. For about a month now, he had been secretly working on a gift for you that would allow you to see all of your fondest memories with him. He was going to confess to you at the dance…but his stupid frustrations got the best of him. It was finished but, since he had yet to see you, it had just been sitting there in the dust, awaiting to be touched by you.

It was hurting him more than you would ever imagine. Not seeing you felt like an eternity for him.

—

A couple more days passed by and it was finally the night of the dance. P. Albedo (Primordial Albedo) had asked you to accompany him to it, and you accepted. A part of you still wanted to go with your Bedo…but he was probably going to go with Sucrose. You heard a knock on your door and excitedly ran down the stairs, opening the door to see Albedo, smiling as he held a flower out for you. You chuckled and took it, thanking him

“You look gorgeous, n/n.” He said, holding his arm out for you. You had decided to wear a jade green strapless dress. It had flowers and the very bottom of it, slowly ascending up to the waist as the number of flowers disappeared. Your hair was gorgeously put up, with a few strands out to frame your face. You looked like an archon.

“You don’t look so bad yourself Mr. Albedo.” You responded, taking his arm.

The two of you walked to the dance as it was only a few minutes away.

“I’m so excited to go to this event. Aren’t you?” You asked with stars in your eyes. He chuckled and nodded

“You can’t imagine my excitement for this, especially for the final dance. It will be something special.” He spoke.

After some time, you both finally made it and saw everyone there. You said hello to your friends and their dates, complimenting them on their attire.

“Hey Aether! You look gre-” You stopped in your tracks as you saw none other than your Albedo…with Sucrose.

He looked up at you and his eyes instantly widened as he finally saw you.

“Y/n?” He asked as he saw how beautiful you looked.

“N/n? What’s the matter?” P. Albedo asked, making the other Albedo's eyes harden as he saw his other version.

“What is he doing here?” Albedo asked, furious that his older version was with you.

You scoffed, taking P. Albedo’s arm, confusing the hell out of the other one.

“He is my date.” You said

“You're kidding, right? After all he did, you still went with him? How idiotic!” He told you, making you furious.

“You know what Albedo? I don’t care what you think anymore. Those days are in the past.” You said, making the boy turn to you. You called him by his actual name…what’s worse is that he felt extremely hurt by it.

“W-What?” He asked

“You hurt me, Albedo.”

“Stop calling me that.” “What? Call you by your first name? Why would that matter? It’s not like you liked my other nickname for you.” You raised your voice

“You have no right to tell me who I can or can’t go with to this dance. If I remember correctly, I asked you first…and what did you do? You told me you didn’t want to go to this dance because you thought it was dumb! And now I see you here with her?! Fuck you, Albedo. I never want to hear from you again, nor do I ever want to see you again.” You said, making his heart break.

“Y/n…you don’t mean that-”

“Oh I mean every fucking word of it. For all these years I have done nothing but try to be good enough for you…try to make you see me as I saw you…I loved you so much Albedo, and you never even batted an eye towards me.” You confessed, tears filling up in your eyes. Albedo widened his eyes at your words. You…you loved him back?

“No…no that’s not it at all. Y/n I-”

“I don’t care anymore. I feel nothing for you anymore. You’ll be better off with Sucrose anyways. It seems she has managed to capture your heart.” You said, turning around. Albedo felt a pang in his chest as he saw his opportunity of finally telling you how he feels slipping away.

He tried to grab your hand, but the other Albedo–P. Albedo– stopped him.

“You’ve done enough damage already, dear brother. She is mine now.” He said, pissing the real Albedo off.

“You have no right to say that! You betrayed her and are now only using her! Do not think you have fooled me.” He said, ripping his arm out of his grasp, leaving the scene.

—

Albedo had left the dance, making it back to his lab. He slammed the door shut and slid down the door, tears filling his eyes.

The sound of something falling caught his attention. He looked over to see broken glass and a flower that he had never seen before. Curious, he went towards it and saw a note.

Hi Bedo!

I’m not very good with writing letters, but I thought I would give it a go because…well just because. I was on a mission with Aether and I happened to find a flower I knew you had never seen before. I took it in and did some of my own research on it and well…just put it directly in front of the moon and see what happens. I was going to keep it, but I realized that you would want it since I know you love discovering new things, so here is my gift to you. I haven’t named it yet, so you get the wonderful chance of doing it yourself! I hope you like it, it wasn’t easy trying to get this as it was at the top of a super tall mountain. Anyways, it’s yours to keep and as always, I hope you are doing well! Don’t forget to sleep either mister! You know how much I don’t like it when you miss it.

Yours truly,

Y/n L/n

Albedo smiled, holding your letter close to him. It may not have meant much to you, but it meant everything to him. He opened a drawer and put your letter in it, placing it with all of your other letters you sent to him over the years. He picked up the flower and did as you told him. He placed it in front of the full moon. In an instant, the flower began to open up and glow as the light from the moon touched it. The anthers stood out beautifully as the golden light started to emit from the petals. You were right, he had never seen anything like it before.

He touched the flower ever so gently, feeling the silky soft leaves and petals. A warm natural smell came from it, filling the room with its aroma.

Tears started to fill Albedo's eyes once again as he realized what you did for him. All you did was try to make him happy, but you alone made him happy…and he messed up by concealing his feelings away from you.

Suddenly, he heard screams of terror from across his lab, alerting him. It came from the area where the dance was being held. The only thing on his mind was you

“Y/n”

—-

You were sitting down in a chair, letting tears fall from your eyes. P. Albedo came to your comfort, rubbing your back.

“Forget him, N/n. You have me now…don’t let that dumb boy hurt you.” He said. You just stayed silent

He held his hand out to you, making you look up.

“Come, let's not waste this gorgeous night any longer. Dance with me, my dear~” He said.

He was right, you had waited all this time for this dance, and you weren’t going to let anyone ruin it for you. You took his hand, wiped your tears, and went to go dance.

You were having the time of your life, dancing and spinning with P. Albedo, and some of your other friends. It was great.

Suddenly, a slow dance came on and P. Albedo asked you to dance with him. You accepted and you both started to slowly walts

“You know, N/n. I am glad you can trust me again. I honestly missed these days with you. Spending it entirely with someone who is happy, sweet and pure such as yourself. It has been such an honor” He said, making you smile

“Me too, Albedo. I am glad you helped me as well. Without you, I don’t know where I’d be without you.” You said as you rested your head on his chest.

He hummed as he tightened his grip around you.

“I know where~” He said, making you look up at him with confusion.

He leaned down, stopping both of you from dancing.

“You’d probably still be alive living here~” He said right before plunging a knife right through your chest, making you yell. Everyone around you screamed in terror as the blood started to drip from your chest.

You looked up at him with shock and heartbreak.

“y-you ..lied to me…” you gasped, slowly feeling dizzy from the blood loss

He smirked at you and pulled the knife out, pulling out a bottle and letting the blood drip down the tube.

“Of course I did, you imbecile. I needed blood for a potion I was making, an everlasting potion. It is supposed to allow anyone who drinks it to heal instantly from any damage for the rest of their life, basically making them immortal. Unfortunately, I needed blood from the purest heart I knew in order to make it work…that’s when I thought of you. So innocent, so naive, so foolish. Your heart is as pure as they come. And I got to you just in time for you to fall for me.” He laughed

Tears filled your eyes once more as you desperately tried to breathe, but you were failing.

“One last thing, my dear…In order for the blood to work, the owner of the blood has to die. That’s just the way it is. So I’m so sorry it had to come down to this, but…” He said, raising his hand. An image of an ice blue flower appeared as he stared down at you with a sinister smile.

“You. Must. Die.”

“How–How could you…”You whispered.

“Hey, you should be thanking me. At least you will be set free from the pain of no one loving you.” He said, making your already wounded heart break even more.

Aether and Thoma ran up to try and help you, but P. Albedo pushed them away with a blast of what looked to be ice.

“No, Y/n!” Amber yelled

P. Albedo looked down at you, ready to finish you off, when suddenly a large sword went right through him, making everyone look behind him to see

“Bedo?”

He was glaring furiously at the boy who tried to kill you. His eyes were dull and crazed.

“You hurt someone I love…and for that…you must be punished.” He said, twisting the blade. Suddenly, P. Albedo started to yell in agony as his body felt like it was on fire.

Albedo had put a type of poison on his sword that when it makes contact, anything the sword touches will turn to a flame and die.

“Good riddance, dear brother.” He said, pulling the sword out of P. Albedo.

A blood curdling scream could be heard throughout the entire city, but it slowly faded as P. Albedo was finally dead, his body engulfed in flames as he disappeared once and for all.

Albedo turned his head and saw you, lying limp on the ground. His eyes widened as he rushed towards you. He held your body in his arms, blood spreading all over him as he tried to wake you up.

“No, no, no. Come on, Y/n. Wake up. Wake up right now.” He said, shaking you, hoping to see your gorgeous e/c eyes flutter open.

When that didn’t happen tears fell out of his eyes like a waterfall.

“Y/n, please…please wake up…” He said, his voice breaking at the thought of not being able to see you again.

“Please, I still need to tell you how much I love you…” He whispered, holding you close to him.

“I love you so much, Y/n. I’m so sorry for the way I acted towards you. I am so sorry for not telling you sooner…then none of this would have happened. This is all my fault…please…please wake up, my love. Please.” He begged.

Suddenly, a groan made its way to your lips, making him stop and look down at you

“Y/n?” He whispered, afraid it was just his imagination

However, he was quickly relieved to know it was real.

Your bloodied hand went up to his. He quickly held your hand and squeezed it.

“Did…you…mean that?” You murmured, fluttering your eyes open.

“That…all this…time…you…you love me?” You asked as tears brimmed your eyes as well

He nodded

“Of course I love you, Y/n. I have for such a long time…but I was too much of a coward to tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our already close relationship. When I hired Sucrose after you left to go work on your missions, I had hoped maybe it would decrease my love for you…but it only made it bigger. Everytime you were gone, I dreaded not seeing you. And everytime you came back, it’s like I fell in love with you all over again. No one can ever make me feel the way I do when I am with you. I can’t stop thinking about you..you make me crazy, Y/n. And I am so sorry for the way I have been treating you lately, from being distant with you, to getting mad at you for something so little.” He said.

You hummed as tears fell down the sides of your face.

“Bedo, I love you too. I always have. I was going to confess to you when I was going to give you that flower…but it was too late…” “Nothing is ever too late, Y/n. Once we get you healed, we can live a new life together. One where we can be happy together.” He said, but you shook your head as your vision started to black out.

Thoma quickly ran up beside Albedo and checked to see if you still had a pulse.

“We need to get her healed fast! Her pulse is slowing!” Thoma said. Bennett ran out to you and started to work on you, but he was struggling to keep you alive. You looked up at Albedo and smiled sadly, caressing his face

“He will not be able to fix this. The damage is too much. So I might as well say my last thoughts to you, my Bedo…” you spoke, making him shake his head

“No, don’t say things like that. You will be fine. We will get you back together. I promise.” He said, trying to keep it together for you.

“My sweet, loving Bedo…I have always and will always love you. Ever since…we first met and started to work together, I knew I could be myself around you. I knew I’d be safe with you by my side. I knew that you were the man who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. From your amazing knowledge of almost everything, to your sweet and rare smile, everything about you is something I’ve come to love. I wish we had longer to be together…but it seems that my end is coming sooner than expected. So, for as long as you live, my Bedo, please know that…” you spoke, feeling darkness take over

“That…I will…always…always…” you spoke softer and softer as your mind started to go blank.

You heard cries and yells, but couldn’t make sense of them.

“Y/n! Don’t! Keep your eyes open! Stay with me please!” Albedo begged as tears fell

“We are losing her! Quick, Kokomi, help me!” Bennett yelled. The girl quickly ran over to help. Everyone stayed back with tears in their eyes, some looking away, some on their knees as they saw you slowly dying.

“Y/n…y/n honey, don’t sleep. We can rest once we get your fixed okay?”

You touched his face one last time

“I will always love you…Bedo…” you spoke as your hand fell limp, and your eyes closed. Your last breath was released, and Thoma could no longer feel a pulse. His eyes dimmed down as he back away from you. Bennet and Kokomi looked at your with pained looks.

“Y/n?” Albedo asked, not believing you were dead.

He shook you in his arms, seeing your lips turn blue.

“No! Y/n. Wake up. I need you! Please wake up!” He yelled.

“Help her! Why’d you stop!” He yelled at the two healers

“Albedo…I’m so sorry…but she’s-“

Thoma said, lightly touching his shoulder. Albedo push him away

“She can’t be dead! She cant! Her and I are supposed to be together!” He yelled out. All of them backed up a bit from his sudden and very rare outburst.

He held you close to his body as he embraced you. His tears fell on your face.

“I’m so sorry…I’m so so sorry.” He softly said.

As he kissed your forehead, he looked over and saw the tube that his brother had dropped after being burned alive. He remembered hearing him say something about the potion.

“It allows anyone who drinks it the ability to heal from any damage for the rest of their life, basically making them immortal.”

He quickly let you go and ran up to the potion, seeing it change colors.

“Albedo, that won’t work. It only works after the person who gave their blood…dies.” Aether said, pausing as he realized it might actually work

“But will it work on the person who gave the blood?” Paimon asked

“It’s worth a shot. I have to try. For her.” Albedo said, quickly pouring the potion down your throat.

Minutes passed by as they waited, hoping for some sign.

But nothing. Albedo looked down at his hands, bloodied from holding you. He was ashamed and angry with himself. How could he have let this happen to you.

“Come on, let’s go. We will take care of her. You need to rest.” Raiden said. Feeling empty and hopeless, he slowly got to his feet, turning around to leave you.

However, all of them stopped once they saw a bright glow start to emit from your body. Gorgeous swirly patterns started to form along your body to your chest where the wound was. The light wrapped tightly around the body, causing a large bass noise through the room. The light started to flicker and run through the whole room multiple times as your body started to float in the air. Everyone looked at you with surprise. The flickering became faster and faster to the point where it was just pure light everywhere you looked. Everyone shielded their eyes from the brightness.

A few seconds later, it stopped. The air slowly put you back down on the ground.

Everyone was whispering, wondering if the potion worked.

Albedo quickly ran up to you and touched your face, looking for any signs of life.

He looked at your body and saw small bright white markings on your arms. He then looked up to your face again, seeing your once blue lips turn back to their plump natural color. Your skin started to go back to its gorgeous s/c color.

“Y/n?” He asked softly, holding your hand again

His heart stopped once he felt your hand slowly tighten around his. He looked down, his hopes coming back.

“Mmm…be…do…” you slowly murmured, making his chest jump.

“I’m here, y/n. Come back to me. I’m right here.” He said.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, revealing your beautiful orbs. They looked right at Albedo, making a small smile form on your face.

“Did I ever tell you how cute you are~” you said, trying to lighten the mood.

He gasped and quickly hugged you, thankful you could hug him back.

Everyone in the back cheered and sighed in relief that you were okay.

Albedo looked you in the eye

“Y/n…I want you to know that I meant every word I said to you. I love you so much and I hope you can forgive me for being such a douche to you. You will always be my love, and no one will ever change that.” He said, making your heart pound and butterflies form in your stomach.

“Oh Bedo, of course I forgive you. Now come here.” You said, pulling him to you and kissing him passionately. He wrapped his arm around your head and continued the kiss, loving the feeling of your lips on his. Sparks flew past as you both enjoyed the moment.

He let go of the kiss, both of you panting a bit.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long.” You said, making him smile

“Believe me, so have I.” He spoke

You smiled as he went back to kiss you once more.

“Well, I say this all ended nicely! How about we continue the dance everyone!” Itto said, making everyone cheer. And thus, the party began again. You and Albedo danced together, closer to each other than ever, both smiling to your ears.

His kissed your forehead as you danced all night

“I love you, y/n.” He whispered, making you smile and giggle

You looked up at him and kissed his nose

“I love you more, Bedo~” you replied

And for the rest of the night, you two danced and danced, enjoying every moment with each other. That was a night that no one would ever forget.

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