summary — albedo goes to a concert, featuring his crush, (name). what he doesn’t expect after the concert while walking back home is (name) confessing to him first.
warnings — not a lot, just fluff, confessing, and some kissing (maybe a teensy bit of ooc albedo, sorry! D:)
note — HHHOLY SHIT FIRST FIC?? anw thankyou 🎭 dearie for being my first anon 💕 I did my best I swear - but I think I could’ve done better.. but anyways, really hope you enjoyed!! (also I sincerely apologise for the big fat juicy hot crush on the first paragraph)
albedo tapped his wrist watch, his neutral expression changed to an impatient one. he held a few tickets in one hand, which was to be for a concert he’d be going to. the concert itself was to go for, but what made albedo want to actually go there was because 1. it was featuring his best friend, (name), a famous guitarist almost everyone albedo was close to knew. 2. he had a (big fat juicy hot—) crush on (name), the blonde man feeling flustered whenever reminding himself of it. he sighed, following the queue to get into the concert.
(now written in your pov!)
(name) ran a hand through his soft (h/c) hair, messing it up and making it stick out everywhere. a few messy locks fell on his face, but he couldn’t really care. he fixed his hair and took his guitar once he heard his name being called. (name) walked up to the stage, and the curtains opened.
fans were screaming left and right as (name) waved, a half-hearted smile plastered onto his expression. his smile turned more genuine when he spotted albedo among the crowd, but he couldn’t gaze at him for too long. (well maybe, after the show.) he took the mic, flashing a blinding smile that made fans squeal and scream ‘we love you!’. he flashed another closed eye smile and leaned forward towards the mic. “good evening, everyone!”
(back to albedo)
albedo couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy when he heard the fans screaming ‘we love you’ towards (name). he knew he shouldn’t be jealous, because they were fans of (name), of course. but he couldn’t help but feel as though some of them were truly in love with his friend.
the show had started, and albedo could hear and see (name)’s impressive guitar playing skills — as well as his singing that accompanied it. (name)’s singing felt like honey to albedo’s ears. he loved it. he loved it so much. it was as though (name)’s voice was the only one he could hear. he was snapped out of his trance when he thought he saw (name) winking at him, only to miss it. albedo shook it off and continued admiring (name)’s guitar playing, a soft and gentle smile upon his own lips.
(your pov!)
“thank you, thank you. all of you. farewell and have a great night!” (name) sighed, getting off the stage and placing his guitar back. that was quite a tiring piece. he thought, getting his coat from the nearby rack and heading off — not before bidding his fellow colleagues goodbye. he smiled when he remembered albedo, not forgetting his promise to meet him after the concert.
when (name) had gotten out of the concert area, he saw albedo sitting on a bench, seemingly waiting for him. (name) smiled wide, waving at albedo. albedo returned the smile back. “that was quite a great performance you had put on,” the blonde commented. (name) flushed, but the cover of night had prevented the pretty blonde from seeing the soft blush. “thanks.. it wasn’t that amazing, you’ve seen me do better anyways.” albedo smiled softly, shaking his head. “you and your humbleness.” (name) grinned sheepishly, taking his place to the right side of albedo as they walked back to their apartments.
in ((name)’s mind, he was a blushing mess. he complimented me again! (name) screamed internally. should I confess to him now..? he hesitated, fidgeting considerably. albedo noticed his fidgeting, “are you cold?” (name) quickly snapped back to reality and stumbled on his words like an idiot. “n-no, no! I’m perfectly fine,” mentally facepalming himself, he calmed down. determined (name) was going to confess today, he clenched his fists. “hey.. albedo?” the man turned to face him, attention undivided. “yes (name)?” (name) squirmed, this wasn’t going to be so easy after all. “I just wanted to say, I know how you might not feel the same, but… I.. I like you.”
albedo froze. he was definitely not expecting (name) to be the one confessing. “I-I know you definitely won’t say the same, but that’s fine. we can… still be friends.” (name) looked dejected, assuming albedo didn’t like him the same.
“I.. I like you too.”
neither of them moved. (name) processed those words. and when he did, even if the darkness covered his immense blush, he was flustered. “really?” albedo’s expression softened, a gentle, adoring smile plastered on his face. “yes, really.” (name) was ecstatic. he wrapped his arms around albedo’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. albedo kissed back, placing his hands on (name)’s waist. they broke apart for air, the coldness freezing their breath as they panted. (name) grinned widely, kissing albedo again.
the night was blessed with peaceful rustling of the leaves, the wind subtly blowing past as the two of them walked themselves back home. their home.
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Hi, I'm the anon who asked about the SN boys ♥️ I would love to read about how some of the boys (my favourites are Loen, Aeon, QinYi and Mercury) would react in front of Y/N, who's their crush. I would love a gender neutral Y/N ♥️
hi there anon!!
yes, absolutely! Thank you for specifying your ask about what you wanted dearest anon :D
I’ll get on it right away, since I love shining nikki asks (equally loving genshin asks as well)
can i ask for albedo x male reader who plays the guitar? Like reader is friends with albedo and reader has a concert in mondstadt and albedo witness’s it? Can be romantic or platonic, choice is yours! Feel free to ignore this, also, may i be 🎭 anon?
hey there anon!!
of course, yes you can ask! I’m actually very very happy to have someone ask to be my first anon so THANK YOUU
the ship will be romantic, and I love your idea about the reader being able to play the guitar and having a concert!! i also love albedo, so your ask might be one of my first favourites :D
I don't know if you're comfortable writing about boys. If it's ok for you would you write about the Shining Nikki characters crushing over y/n? ✨
hi there anon!!
oh no no, I’m perfectly fine writing for both male and female characters ofc!! and yes, sure I’d love to do that. i just need to find more about the Shining Nikki lore by playing more of the game to get a grasp about the character’s personality :D at the moment, the only characters I know are loen, aeon, lolory, yexiao, qin yi, joy, ashley and lilith. could you also specify whether you’d like a male y/n, gender neutral y/n or female y/n? but are you looking for only the male shining nikki characters crushing over y/n? please specify like I said in my rules!!
are you okay with minors in your blog? i have a request in mind but i wanted to see if you allow minors in
hi there anon!!
ehh, yes.. I accept minors, but only platonic ships are allowed. platonic meaning non-romantically, non-sexually and only loving someone as a family member/friend?? but I don’t understand because you didn’t finish your ask :,) would you mind specifying and finishing what you were about to say?
I don't know how far into SN story you are, but would it be too much to ask about your views on a date night with Lolory, Nikki and/or Yexiao? What they would wear (over and under), where their dates would be, what they would do, how the night would end... Male or nb reader, feel free to not make it sfw if you want
hi there anon!!
nono I assure you it’s perfectly fine! i know who lolory and yexiao are :,D hmm… my views about a date night with lolory? (with nb/gn reader ofc)
i feel like if lolory was feeling elegant, she’d wear a kind of formal dress similar to one of her designer’s reflections (daisy’s diary), but a little less on the poof and maybe more on the style? it’d definitely look cute, capturing everyone’s attention as the both of you happily enjoy your date night <33
oh, and I’m not as sure as to what she’d wear under her date night dress. I’m terribly sorry because this is my first time replying to asks on tumblr :(( but hopefully this was enough and you enjoyed it!! thanks for asking :D
1. ▚ I’m mostly experienced writing for male!reader or gn!reader, but I’ll write for fem!reader !!
2. ▚ will be writing nsfw/sfw, fluff angst suggestive content, hurt and comfort (or no comfort) as well as a sprinkle of dark content (not too dark)
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8. ▚ although this is a nsfw blog, there are some fics where I will write about minors. minors will not be allowed to age-up, and will only be shipped platonically with either a parental/sibling figure! reader, or a parental/sibling figure! character from the specific fandom.
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IN WHICH YOU, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)
OR, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop
A/N : i have spent a week staring at this draft and trying to write this godforsaken thinhgd reader is gender neutral + no use of pronouns !!
likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33
if you were asked to describe your life, you would say it’s something akin to a constant loop:
every morning you wake up; begrudgingly roll off your bed and prepare breakfast; get yourself ready and mentally prepare for the day ahead; open the shop; deal with the mundane passings of life as you attend to the occasional customer seeking out a message in the “language of flowers” (whatever the hell that means. you don’t speak “flower” other than the random pieces of trivia, stemmed from your father’s constant rambling); close the shop and get ready for the night; repeat.
you don’t quite remember when it all first started, but it’s not like it really matters — at the end of the day, you’re a florist. it’s as simple as that. there’s no what if’s, however’s, maybe’s, or anything else that may slot itself somewhere in between; it’s just how it is and how it always will be.
and that routine didn’t change when aether and lumine stumbled into your life a year ago, looking for work experience in a local business that fits the criteria needed in order for them to complete their course. a simple come-and-go, no strings attached.
pretty straightforward, wouldn’t you think? well, that’s certainly what they had.
but what they thought would be a quick two months helping out a (money-grubber) florist here and there turned into one year of part-time employment, and they’re still here helping you out with no signs of stopping.
and you’re fine with that; content, even. they make your dull, repetitive days just a bit more spontaneous — a bit more fun and bearable. especially when it’s during the days where customers roll in much slower, leaving the three of you free to play music that’s out of place in the quaint flower shop, or stuff yourselves with food from local bakeries and takeaways.
(though, you choose to ignore their increasing levels of exasperation directed towards you as each day passes.)
but even so, you’ve never stopped to think about settling down with someone, nor has the idea of even going on a date crossed your mind. you’re simply too preoccupied with your blissfully normal life that you find no reason to worry about potential love affairs. no unnecessary hassles, no one other than yourself to worry about, and certainly no extra mouths to feed — your life had always been simple.
well. until it wasn’t, that is.
— venti : a self-proclaimed busker who’s basically your roommate
you could perfectly describe the busker in one or two words: a menace. he’s a menace to both you and society. but mostly to you.
(aether and lumine can attest to this.)
the first time you met venti was outside your shop in the most literal sense possible.
you were out on a shopping run to buy daily necessities and ingredients for dinner after closing the shop for the day. you don’t really know what you were expecting to come back home to, but someone slumped against the door, shivering and half asleep, was most definitely not it. and, well, you couldn’t ignore him. you had to get through the door somehow, after all, and you weren’t particularly fond of the thought of someone laying half-dead at the shop’s doorstep keeping you up at night.
so, like the good-natured person you are, you allowed him to stay the night on the condition he takes a much needed shower and doesn’t sleep in the same space as you. you have no issue sharing spaces with others, but it just means you have extra work to carry out while running your business.
and when you had the pleasant conversation of:
“are you homeless?”
“why, i am a wanderer! a wanderer of the lands, the air, the streets—”
“so you’re homeless.”
“ehe…”
you ended up letting him stay until he found himself a place of his own.
now. one would think that since you’re providing him a place to stay, free of charge, he would be rather chill and compliant towards you, right?
wrong.
not a single day goes by where you wake up in peace anymore. either late in the night or just before your scheduled awakening happens, he’s always up and bright-eyed singing. continuously. non-stop. not only is he a shower singer (which admittedly you don’t mind since the bathroom acoustics make his voice even more pleasant to the ear), but he’s an everywhere singer. literally. there’s not a single spot in the city his voice hasn’t touched, and your home happens to be the most frequented spot.
he also has a tendency to drink a lot, but you’re not all that bothered either (the barista next door sometimes helps you get venti back on his feet after a particularly long day).
yes, sometimes you may be annoyed at him, but it’s not like you ever mean it. it’s nice to have some change for once, and at that point he’d been living with you for a little over four months (just a couple months before the arrival of the twins).
you don’t think you’ve ever done anything to the point he leaves without notice. or, so you thought.
venti, on the other hand, had felt guilty. guilty for suddenly springing his appearance onto you, guilty for not being able to pay you back, guilty for being a burden (though you would vehemently deny such a thing if he were to bring it up). ever since he saw that red-haired bartender helping you quite frequently, he started to think: perhaps you would be better off without him. and ultimately, he made the decision to leave for a bit to try and clear his head.
so when he comes back to you pacing back and forth in front of the door, he isn’t sure what to do — even more so when you rush over to him in a rush of panic upon setting your sights on him.
“where have you been!? were you safe?! why didn’t you tell me beforehand you would leave for three weeks?!”
he only blinks, unable to process your words. it isn’t until he feels you plop your head on his shoulder, a breathy sigh escaping you, that he snaps out of his stupor.
“do you know how worried i was when i couldn’t find you…”
ah, he thinks, is this what coming back to a home feels like?
(the flowers seemed to smell sweeter than he remembered on that particular night.)
strapping kazuha to a fucking machine and telling him to be good while you’re away. him shaking his head and pleading you to not leave him here but you don’t listen and before he knows it, you’ve closed the door. now, hours passed and he’s been stuck laying in a pool of his own cum while the machine still relentlessly fucks into him, loud moans slipping past his pretty lips, yet the machine not stopping once to give him a break. his eyes roll to the back of his head as he cums for the umpteenth time, his over sensitive body shaking from the overstimulation. he doesn’t hear you entering the room again, too fucked out to comprehend what’s going on around him, yet he still manages to moan as the strapped dildo hits his prostate again, making his poor body spurt out tiny strings of cum- you’ve probably milked him dry at this point. poor baby deserves a break, after all- hasn’t he been such a good boy for you?
