I often read about a completely cold and detached Albedo, especially in a relationship, viewing his partner like some sort of experiment. As much as I think he may certainly be interested in all the various aspects and dimensions of a relationship, for Albedo it is such a new thing that he would likely to explore it in depth, but I don't think he is really that cold and calculating.
Probably, at first he would act a little more tense and reserved, as he would still need to get used to the idea of being in a relationship and opening up to his partner, but I think that once he got over this initial stage, Albedo would become a very sweet partner, yet in his own way. He would certainly be busy with his work, but he would always try his best to make time for his partner. I think that over time he would become more and more committed and devoted, especially if the other person taught him how to be loved.
Furthermore, I like to be a proud supporter of the touch starved albedo hypothesis✨ Having never openly received love and affection, he would not even realize that he secretly craves this things, having always been accustomed to being alone. Upon discovering the sweetness of love and affection, Albedo would find himself addicted to it, not thinking that he desired such a thing so much. He might hide it well, but it would be obvious to his partner that all our dear alchemist really desire is to feel at home in someone's arms.
As for the more intimate sphere, I believe that he would certainly approach it with reverence and curiosity, but also with extreme respect. Albedo would NEVER do anything that might make his partner uncomfortable, nor would he do anything without their consent. His goal is to make the other person feel loved and cherished, so his top priority would be to focus on their pleasure with the sole aim of making them feel good.
His nature as an alchemist in this case would drive him to assiduously seek out what would help them feel good. But Albedo would never dare to make his partner feel like an experiment. The last thing he wants is for them to feel unappreciated by him, and knowing that he can be absent at times due to his work, he tries his best to compensate and learn new ways to make them feel loved. I believe that in a moment as intimate as sex, Albedo can become even more vulnerable and romantic, showing sides of himself that no one would ever imagine.
Albedo is an alchemist, but his approach to life is not cold, calculating or methodical. This is more of a view that his master would have, but he's not Rhinedottir; his soul seems to have a more poetic and profound nature. Albedo can tend to be very ruthless, but within a deep respect for everything around him. He has a chivalrous spirit and always tries his best to open up to others and helping people.
Let's not forget that Albedo has definitely made progress since his first appearance in game. He is still an introvert, but it's as if he has warmed up and learned to accept his nature and getting more along with others. If Albedo had a partner, this process would certainly would have been much faster and evident, especially if they tended to be more extroverted than him.
warning: not proofread, rough draft, grammatical erroes (i think), wrote this like a year before and continued it on the spot so it's going to be a bit confusing but anw idc i js need to delete these drafts mehn HWIEHDJWJAH.
It began with a cup of tea.
Not yours—his. Albedo had brewed it, left it on the table, and forgotten about it amidst a string of calculations. You passed by, noticed the cup, and without a word, picked it up, warmed it again over the flame, and set it beside him with the gentlest clink.
That was the first data point. He didn’t write it down, but it stayed. He told himself it was curiosity at first.
You behaved unlike the others who visited Dragonspine. You didn’t press him with questions, didn’t ask for favors or boast about surviving the cold. You were…quiet, in your own way. Attentive without demanding. Present without pulling.
A quiet variable that returned, again and again. He found himself measuring time in your visits. Not in hours or days, but in the way the cave brightened when your boots left shallow prints by the door.
Noted. Unspoken.
Albedo’s affection bloomed not like fire, but like frost—slow, creeping, unnoticed until everything beneath was touched by it. He began adding a second chair beside his. “In case Timaeus visits,” he said. But he never offered it to Timaeus. Only to you.
He stored a second blanket in the corner—“for emergencies.” You used it once. After that, it was always folded neatly at arm’s reach from your favorite spot. These weren’t declarations. These were constants. Quiet insertions into his environment that proved your presence was not only expected, but accounted for.
The acceptance came not with a realization, but with a recalibration. One night, after you left with a soft wave and a promise to return “next week, maybe,” he found his mind drifting. Not to your face.
But to your voice, saying “next week.”
To your hand brushing his wrist as you passed something he needed.
To the warmth of your scarf still left behind on the hook.
He stared at it for a long time.
Then, without a word, he hung it next to his coat.
It was in the way he started pacing when your return was delayed. The way his brush hovered above the page, unsure whether to draw the tree outside… or the way he could see your breath on the cold air as you looked at something from the distance.
He never called this feeling to be something possibly like romance or affection, he does not believe he could feel such emotions.
But he stopped testing it. Stopped resisting the instinct to brew tea for two. To write notes in the margin for you to find. To reach for the scarf you gave him even when the cold didn’t bite.
One evening, you fell asleep near the campfire in his lab, book in hand, cheek resting against your arm. The silence was soft, comforting.
Albedo didn’t move you. He sat, watching the snow beyond the entrance, the curl of your fingers against the page. And for the first time, he allowed himself to speak aloud—not to wake you, not to be heard, but simply to let it exist:
“Stay as long as you’d like.”
It was not an invitation.
Not a request.
But it was a hypothesis proven true, quietly, patiently: In a world of shifting truths and elusive formulas, you had become the one constant he never needed to solve—only preserve.
To be honest, the snow never bothered Albedo.
Most avoided Dragonspine unless they had no choice, but not him—and not you, either, much to his quiet surprise the first time you trudged through the thick frost just to bring him a scarf. It was hand-knitted, a little uneven in stitching, dyed a blue that didn’t quite match his usual palette. You apologized for it, babbling that you weren’t sure he’d like it, but—
He took it from your hands, wore it immediately, and didn’t say a word. But he wore it again. And again. Every time you visited. You never noticed the way his gloved hand would linger over the fabric when you left. He made sure of that.
Albedo didn’t love like others did.
There were no grand proclamations. No impulsive touches or clumsy declarations. He didn’t stumble over his feelings or turn crimson at your smile. Instead, he observed you—like an unsolvable equation that he didn’t want to solve too fast.
He remembered the way you liked your tea: a dash of honey, not sugar. So when you visited the lab, a steaming cup always waited near the heat lamp. He noted the books you skimmed in the library, then borrowed them in secret, reading ahead so you could “coincidentally” discuss them together.
He never said the words. But he showed them in ways he knew how—through routines, through precision, through the silence between thoughts where your name lingered like an echo.
One afternoon, you arrived while snowflakes danced lazily outside, clinging to your cloak. “You’re not cold?” you asked, setting down a wrapped lunch you made for the both of you.
“I’m adjusted to this climate,” he answered without looking up, yet he slid a warmer chair closer to the heater for you. “But you should be careful. I noticed your gloves are worn. I’ve… made you a pair.”
You blinked. “You made them?” He nodded. “Woven from wool. Reinforced with wind crystal shards. A minor alchemical enhancement for warmth retention.”
You laughed softly, slipping them on. “They’re perfect.” He turned away too quickly. “I’m glad.” He never said the three words. He didn’t need to. The way he watched you with steady, unwavering eyes—the way he noticed what even you didn’t—said it all.
It wasn’t until much later, when you found an old sketchbook half-buried under his pile of notes, that you truly saw it. Pages and pages of you. Not exact portraits, but impressions—the curve of your hand holding tea, the softness in your gaze when you looked at snow falling outside his window, the tilt of your head when you read aloud.
Each drawing carried a different kind of tenderness. And at the corner of one, written in his delicate script: “Hypothesis: In the presence of [Name], the concept of home shifts. It is no longer a place, but a person.”
When it came to everyone and their thoughts regarding the both of you, Lisa knew first. Of course she did.
You visited the library one afternoon looking for a book Albedo had once mentioned in passing—Floral Properties of Subzero Climates, Vol. II. You didn’t ask for it by name. You simply described the way his voice softened when he last spoke of it.
Lisa smiled, handed it over without a word, and watched you leave with a knowing hum. “That boy…” she murmured. “Head over heels in his own way.
Kaeya noticed when he caught Albedo adjusting his gloves one evening at the tavern. “You’re headed back to Dragonspine, aren’t you?” Kaeya asked. “Say hello to our favorite snow visitor for me.”
Albedo blinked once, the way he did when caught off-guard. “You mean Timaeus?” Kaeya chuckled. “Sure. Timaeus.” But Albedo didn’t argue. He just quietly picked up the satchel with two thermoses inside—one with his usual tea, the other with yours.
He wouldn’t call it affection. But he made sure the one labeled with your initials was sealed better, warmer.
Sucrose found one of your hairpins tucked into the corner of Albedo’s desk. She reached for it absentmindedly, only for Albedo to stop her gently. “That’s not… for use,” he said.
“Oh.” She blinked. “It’s the traveler’s, right?” Albedo didn’t answer. He just took it and placed it into the locked drawer where he kept his most fragile samples. Not because he wanted to hide it—but because things that mattered should be protected.
You never talked about what it meant. When you arrived, you simply sat beside him. Sometimes you read. Sometimes he painted. Sometimes you both just existed in quiet parallel.
But small things kept building up.
The sketchbook left open where he knew you’d peek.
The comment you’d drop about something he made—just enough to make him pause, the corners of his lips curling slightly.
Once, you brought lunch and forgot utensils. Without hesitation, Albedo offered his own.
Two hours later, he was still touching the spot where your fingers had grazed his.
Amber visited one time and caught the two of you mid-conversation—or rather, mid-silence. You were both just sitting, sipping tea, watching the snow fall outside. Nothing romantic, at first glance.
But then Albedo leaned closer, brushing a stray snowflake from your shoulder without breaking eye contact. You didn’t flinch. You smiled, like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Amber blinked. “Wait,” she whispered under her breath. “Are they…already dating?”
You weren’t.
Neither of you said anything.
But everyone could see it and they had bet on it. In the way Albedo set aside a space for you in every part of his world. In the way your laugh softened his features in a way no potion or pigment ever could. Still, the words were never spoken.
Not when he adjusted your scarf before you left.
Not when you left him your gloves by mistake and found them cleaned and folded neatly in your bag the next morning.
Not even when he handed you a notebook one day—filled with formulas, sketches, pressed flowers, and on the last page: “Certain variables defy classification. I’ve stopped trying to define what you are to me. I’ve decided instead…to keep you.” There was no name on it. But you knew.
And when you returned the next day, you didn’t say anything either. Just sat beside him like always, eyes shining a little brighter.
summary || looking at the stars in the sky together with him is something you really want to do.
pairing || albedo x gn!reader
a/n || i was in an artblock and i was actually bawling my eyes out but then i remember i can write
warning || he called reader beautiful but that doesn't mean that reader is fem! other than that, none.
── 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 🎨 STARRY SKY ༉‧₊˚✧ .
It's windy today, you are currently on your way to visit albedo in his lab. He told you that he will be waiting for you at his usual place.
Walking another couple of steps, you've finally arrive at his lab. Wearing the coat he bought you a week ago. You silently made your approach to him, wanting to surprise the man. But of course—albedo turned around and caught you in the act. Just like usual.
"Trying to surprise me again, are you?" You froze in your place and smiled sheepishly at him. "It's okay though. I don't mind."
You smiled at him and walks closer to him. "What are you working on?" You asked with a curious face. Albedo has always been experimenting with stuff, so you are curious to know what he is doing today.
"I'm..just trying to paint something." He answered. You hummed at his response and squint your eyes.
"Why is the canvas blank?"
"I don't really know what to draw currently. Is this what humans often say as an artblock?" You snort out a laugh at his question. Albedo really surprised you every single day huh.
"Where— where did you learn that word?" You asked, still trying to hold back a laugh.
"What? Is it a bad word?" You shook your head and laughed at his cluelessness. "No- no..no it's not. I don't know, it just sounds funny when you said it." Albedo only hummed at your response and goes back to his canvas. Both of you talked to each other for quite some time, obviously because he is working so hard that you barely see him at home. And both of you did not realize that it's late already.
"It's already so late. Are you sure you can go back alone?" Albedo asked with a slight frown on his face. You smiled warmly at him, even though he is not human, he still feel worried about you.
"Yes, i'm sure."
"How about you stay here for a while? The skies are gonna be full of stars tonight." Hearing his offer, it's hard to say no. He is frowning too, what kind of a cruel person are you to make him sad?
You ended up staying with him to watch the starry sky together. The sky is so bright you can't help but be amazed by it, the light blue color and purple blend together so beautifully. How many times has it been since the last time you've seen a sky so beautiful like this with him?
While you were focused with the stars, albedo is more focused on you. A part of him wants to study your emotions better, and a part of him just wants to..see you.
He wants to understand you better.
The way you smile, the way your eyes lit up each time a new star falls down, it makes him feel like he is falling all over again.
You look over to him and your face flushed slightly when noticing that he is been staring at you for a while. He must've think you're childish for getting so excited over a star. "Um, the sky is really pretty tonight! I really enjoyed watching the sky together..with—" albedo leans closer to your face and caressed your cheek.
"Hm..the night sky really is beautiful. But you are far more beautiful than it." He said with a slight smile. You don't know how to react and just, stayed there. Face bright red.
"I think i know what to draw now."
naomi-nana 2023. all likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3
Summary: Cuddling Albedo for warmth because it's cold on DragonSpine. The request is here
A/N: Oh Anon, I cannot express how much I thank you for this request.
Genre: Just fluff n cute stuff
You haven't seen Albedo in a few days. You know he has been working in his lab, in DragonSpine while he's been absent from your sight. He's been working so hard lately, to the point where he's forgotten to take breaks and some days not get any sleep, given the times you would see him working in his office, you would make sure he eats full meals and gets his proper rest but, since you weren't there for those few days, all of that quickly went down the drain.
You decided it would be a good idea to check up on him, bring some snacks as well. For, you were going to stay a bit longer this time. You grab a small bag and begin putting a variety of different foods inside, and with that, you dress up in warmer clothing and head for the door.
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''Archons, it's cold.'' You murmur to yourself.
Your eyes light up when you see a small pit of fire a few inches away from you. It won't hurt to take a few minutes to warm up by it, right? And so, scurry over to the fire. You let out a sigh and close your eyes. Unfortunately, you couldn't stay there for long, since you didn't want it to get too dark before you reach Albedo's lab. You force your self up and begin your walk again.
A few more fire-stops later and your long awaited destination is reached. You see Albedo standing next to a self, clearly focused on something.
''Hey! 'bedo!'' You wave at him, signaling that you're there.
He looks at you in pure bewilderment. Yeah. He wasn't exactly expecting you. His shock is soon put aside when he sees how freezing you are, cheeks a deep red, you're shaking so much that it seems you could collapse any minute.
''Love, what are you doing here? You're freezing.'' He lightly runs up to you and wraps your shivering figure in his arms. He lets go and, puts on arm around your waist to walk you into the lab.
''Ah, well I wanted to come see you. It's been a couple days, I didn't know you were gonna be away for this long. I.. hope you don't mind.'' You give him a smile.
''Of course I don't mind, dear. I've missed you, you know. Come now, I can't have you shivering any minute longer, I wouldn't want you to get sick.''
He picks you up bridal style and walks over to a fire in the back of the lab. He makes sure to set the bag you brought somewhere safe, he won't forget to ask about it later. In a small crate next to the fire, is a blanket, big enough to cover the both of you. He sits next to the small fire and leans on the rock wall behind him.
''Stay close to me, my love. I don't have much at the moment but, I hope this blanket and my arms are enough to warm you up for now.'' He says as he holds you tightly and close to his chest. He presses a kiss to your forehead and begins to make light strokes on your back.
CW: fem! bodied reader, mentions of masturbation, slight overstim, petnames (darling, angel, love), cervix fucking if you squint hard enough, smut (obv), porn with plot
A/n: sorry this took so long!! I'm used to writing more dominant readers because, me. Hehehe but I want to write another Xiao smut but I'm not sure how, because I can see him subby, mean, bratty nd all that. Still thinking abt who my next should be tho. Anywho, enjoy my dears <333
Albedo loved and adored you, you knew that much. Only sometimes he'd pay you any mind, though. More often than not, he'd be too focused on his studies to even offer you a welcome, or a glance at that. If you were having a bad day, you'd approach him from behind, wrap your arms around his torso and hug him, resting your head lazily in the crook of his neck. The most you'd get out of him was a hum of acknowledgment, or a sigh.
You know he's overworked, but why'd he agree to getting together if he had no time for you, you felt neglected and useless. It's as if you were simply tossed into a corner, but maybe it was your fault, you never once dared to complain about something regarding your relationship, goodness no, surely the man was far too busy to care. Does he also not know how he leaves you achingly wet, fluttering soft and gentle touches on your legs and proceeding on as if it were nothing. There was a certain instance, when you and him were alone, Sucrose venturing out of the cavern for supplies. Nothing in the atmosphere changed, though.
You remained seated on a table near Albedo, swinging your feet and watching his movements. His hair elegantly pulled back into a braided ponytail, some fluffy locks still flowing free of the band, the color of warm sand enclosing your body at the beach. His captivating eyes, focusing on his study radiated love, concern and care all in the shade of a bright blue. His soft skin that gently reflected the light shining on him. He was so perfect, it was a scene you easily could've drooled over. Catching your eyes from the corner of his, he glanced up from his tubes, potions and notes, offering you a gentle smile while sliding his chair in front of you. The undivided attention gave you butterflies, he rested his hands in your thighs, your swinging legs coming to a halt.
"Need anything, dear?" He asked in that oh so soft voice of his. Making you internally scream in your head. So gentle, always a hint of care in the words he spoke.
"Mm, nope. Don't let me bother you 'bedo. Looked like you were working real hard." You commented, smiling gently and tucking a piece of hair behind his ear to get the best view of his eyes locked on yours.
"You're never a bother to me." He quickly counters. Rubbing your thigh before sliding his wheeled chair back to his original place, in front of his desk. You wished he'd notice you more, it feels like more of a crush than a relationship, but you don't want to be needy. However, being that he was your boyfriend, you had thought about him in a rather lewd manner more than once. You'd catch yourself zoning out while staring at his frail, thin hands. Imagining them traveling up and down your body, stopping to cup your chest and he'd bend down to kiss you over his desk. Him scrapping all of the material on it just to fuck you senseless.
You could only dream, though. How could such a pure, kindhearted man like him think such dirty thoughts? You slowly crept nearer to the sofa he had in his workshop, sitting on it with one knee bent and the other hanging off the side, sliding a blanket on you. You considered a nap, but couldn't stop thinking about that daydream of him touching you. Only had you not realized how late it had gotten, too lost in the reality you created in your head to see the sun descend and the stars appear. This has happened before, spending the night with Albedo, I mean, but this was different. You were horny, for him, and you were expected to sleep next to him. Slipping from under the blanket, you turn to Albedo's figure, outlined with the light of his lamp, nearly the only light source left now that the sun has set. Maybe it wasn't too late to go home? You hear Albedo hum as he turns to you, getting his attention.
"Going home?" Albedo questions, putting his pen down and getting up.
"Erm.. not sure, it's looking a little nasty out there with the snow and all-" you comment, the both of you looking out to the snow beating down on the ground.
"Agreed, love, why don't you stay the night here?" He offers, briefly going back to the room he has his personal items in, returning with 2 mugs of tea for the both of you.
"Sure it won't burden you?" You softly ask, hoping you weren't overwhelming him by staying the night.
"Of course not, you never do." Albedo replies sternly, beginning to collect his belongings into a small pile so he can prepare for the night.
"Why don't you settle yourself down and I'll meet you in bed 'kay?" He ushers, making his way back to his room. As you'd expect, he didn't think as much of it compared to you. Just from your thoughts alone, you were soaked in your own wetness, clenching your thighs to prevent it from getting anywhere. You tend to be prepared when visiting Albedo, given that he spends most of his time in one of the more dangerous regions of Mondstadt, meaning that you have a change of clothes. Still, you opted to wear one of his bigger shirts and some shorts you had brought for sleepwear. Quietly stepping into his room, you feel the drastic change in temperature, it was nice. There was warmth, it was simply decorated and had all the enjoyable luxuries for a cold climate. You felt your way around the dark room and simmered down in bed next to Albedo, who was nearly asleep now.
The heat between your legs was not lessening, and you were growing restless. After what felt like hours of tossing and turning, hoping to not wake your dear beloved, you lay still on your back. You nervously swallow and inch your hand to the hem of your shorts and nearer to your panties. Snaking a hand inside, your fingers find your wet folds, dragging a hand up from your center, you begin rubbing slow circles on your puffy clit. Other hand covering your mouth in attempts to stay quiet. Grinding your hips into the touch of your fingers, feeling every bit of pleasure as your hips stutter. Wetness allowing your fingers to glide through your slits, rubbing sloppy circles over your throbbing bud. It feels so much more difficult to stay quiet in this type of situation. You feel your lover shift, now facing you, his eyes flutter open.
"Dearest? Is everything alright?" Albedo questioned, reaching a hand out to feel where you were in the dark room.
Heavy breaths left your mouth, face feeling as if it were burning you muffle out a sound of approval, Albedo still not convinced. He reaches behind him to turn on the small lamp on his bedside table, seeing your face blown into a deep state of lust.
"Y..y/n what's wrong?" Albedo asked, more confused than anything, still speaking in a groggy voice after abruptly waking up.
"Al-bedo.. please, I want you" you whine, half moaning, terribly embarrassed.
"Huh?" Albedo asks again, concerned.
"I've been thinking of you since earlier while you were in the lab, and I think it.. turned me on." You say, quieting your voice towards the end. Albedo lets out an airy laugh, shifting his whole body to you, and moving a hand to your waist.
"I'm sorry to wake you, Albedo." You confess, guilt heavy in your tone.
"Don't apologize, angel. We have all of tomorrow to rest." Albedo assures, hand gliding on the shape of your waist back and forth, slightly raising your shirt in the process.
He nears his face to yours, closing the space between he locks his lips in a kiss with you. Hungrily, he moves himself on top of you, leg falling in between yours, nearly meeting your sopping womanhood. Quickly whining in response, Albedo slips his tongue into your mouth, experimentally feeling around the inside. You grind down onto his leg, humping it in attempts to gain more friction. Albedos hands grew shakey as they begin to undress you of your top. Upon removal, Albedos face flushes a bright red at the sight of your chest. He glances quickly at you through lidded eyes before making contact with one of your breasts, suckling on it. His tongue swirls shapes of all kinds on your skin, feeling it grow tighter as he leaves love bites throughout the section of skin.
"Ah!~ Albedo, yes.." you whine, hands engulfed in the strands of his soft hair. Your center begins aching at the lack of touch, edging yourself further as you allow Albedo to take his time pleasuring you. Him caressing the mounds of your chest, thumbs tracing over the bump of your hardened nipples, mewls leaving your mouth in response to his touches.
"Hmm, I wonder.. would my darling angel like this..?" Albedo teases, face lowering to your center, his delicate fingers trapping your shorts in between them, pulling them down along with him. Your legs grow weak as Albedo breaths warm air on your throbbing cunt, soaked all for him. Albedo hums in delight, licking a strip from your hole to your clit, flicking his tongue on the nub.
"'Bedo~!" You incoherently moan in need for him.
"Ah!! Ah-! Please cum in me! Put it in..!" You beg, no longer being able to wait for the neglect your hole was receiving.
"Patience, princess. I'll take good care of you, promise." Albedo coos, eyes locking with yours while his tongue still works circles on your clit, a hand nearing your hole. Eyes clasped shut, you feel a finger enter you, curling in a fast pace.
"Ahhn!!~" you moan in bliss, back arching as you mentally plead for more fingers. Much to your pleasure, Albedo adds another finger, both curling in sync as wet squelching noises are heard from your cunt. How filthy. Mouth agape, only inaudible words were able to leave, overwhelmed from the pleasure feeling like you were going to cum any second. The knot in your stomach was so tight, you had your thighs around Albedos head as if he were trying to leave. His free hand trailed up your torso and back to your chest, where he fondled one of your boobs in his hand.
"'M gonna~ ah~ Al-bedo!! 'M gonna cum!!" You squeak, voice high from loud moans.
"'S that right? My pretty little doll 's gonna cum for me?" Albedo questions, lips latched onto your clit as his pace quickens.
"Cum for me, love" he adds, your vision blurry from the tears, hips snapping as they begin jolting from your orgasm. Gripping the sheets behind you, you feel the tears that have previously built up fall, feeling pure satisfaction as your orgasm calms. You're left staring at Albedo in awe, him still between you, unreadable smile plastered on his gorgeous face as he wipes your juices from his chin with the back of his hand. Looking up at you as he licks off the rest. Albedo moves his hand behind your head, gently massaging your scalp as he attaches his soft damp lips to your neck, licking up and down. You turn your head, allowing more access and let a whimper fall from your lips. You pull away from Albedo to begin undressing him, entranced by his lean figure. He comfortingly smiles and pulls you into a hug.
Though, the lack of innocence remains as you feel him grind onto you, prominent boner erect in his pants. You gasp, hand flying to where his tent once was, face immediately heating up. Placing a peck on your lips, Albedo stands back up, placed between your legs, sliding down the remainder of clothes on his lower half you can see his hard cock. Sprung to his stomach, leaking precum from its slit as it bobs in anticipation. You bite the inside of your cheek, clenching your thighs together feeling your cunt begin to throb, the sensation of butterflies invading your stomach. You look away bashfully, Albedo looking at you with love while slowly spreading your legs , rubbing them assuringly in the process. You obliege and leave your legs open for him, Albedo rubbing the tip of his cock on your slick pussy, him groaning at the feeling.
"F-feels good" you mutter, shyly looking up at your lover as he smiles in response.
"Good."
Albedo moves a hand on your lower abdomen, placed so his thumb can rub circles over your clit as he eases his erection into you.
Slapping a hand over your mouth, you bite your tongue in attempts to not moan. Albedo in response taking your hands and pinning them above your head as he drags himself back out achingly slow, stopping so he can slam himself back into you.
"auuhh~!! A-Albedo!!" You moan, sounding more like a cry as tears begin to reform in the corners of your eyes.
Albedo forms a pace fast enough to feel the knot in your stomach rebuild, center clenches tight enough around him to create a ring of your cum around his cock.
"Mm fuck.. yes, squeeze me just like that baby, feels so good" Albedo groans, beginning to fuck you at an animalistic pace, chasing his own high. His thumb, however, never left your clit and had been rubbing circles on it through the entirety of him entering you. And you were going to cum again, soon. Whimpering, you wrapped a hand around Albedos wrist, unbearable pleasure making it impossible for you to speak, only moans and whimpers leaving your mouth as it hung open. Albedo, hardly noticing your hand continued fucking you, thrusts getting harder as each pump into you hit your cervix. You squeeze tightly around his dick, closing your eyes tightly as you feel your second orgasm wash over you, body twitching as you grip Albedos wrist.
"Auh~ 's too much!!~ mm 'bedo!!" You cried, voice hardly coherent as you were muffled by the sound of skin slapping. Albedos free hand grasping desperately at the sheets next to you, looking up at him to see his eyes tightly closed, teeth clenched and face flushed, too caught up in his high to see how he was overstimulating your poor fucked out pussy. Tears poured from your eyes as your body moved with his, awaited for his orgasm so you could stop since Albedo couldn't hear your pleas.
"Y/n.. c-cumming~" Albedo whined in your ear, his thrusts growing slower as he began grinding and humping you rather than fucking. Feeling his warm cum fall as spurts onto your skin sent a wave of relief through you. You were aching all over. Having cum twice and to have him keep abusing your hole was not something you'd imagine enjoying as much as you did, still he regulated his breathes and looked at you, falling on top and embracing you in a warm hug.
"Thank you, bedo. I love you" you whispered.
"I love you too, y/n" Albedo replied, gazing at you lovingly with sleepy eyes. Lazily, he pulled his shirt from the floor and wiped the both of you down, sighing and kissing you sweetly, you both drifted back off to sleep.
Synopsis: albedo makes you a special gift (very short fic)
Albedo was an odd fellow. he was quiet but funny, smart but socially awkward. All of the things you could remember all of them had a 'but'.
The only thing that you remember that didn't have a 'but' was at the windblume festival, the festival to express your love to your dearest, to your family or friends. You though albedo would be busy as usual during windblume considering his work and status as the alchemist.
When you asked albedo to hang out with you on the windblue festival he would say he's busy and apoligise, as always ... it was strange to say the least.
Remembering the words he said to you "love I am sorry, I can't spend the windblume festival with you but may the stars remind you I am still looking over you in the night sky, full of constelations and wonder."
It was sort of albedos blessing and an apology for always "ditching you" sometimes you though it was on purpose, atleast you hoped.
The next day you knew your answer, albedo will be at the alchemy table talking to sucrose or other favonious members, you'll come up to him ask him to meet you somewhere and he'll reply with...
"Love the stars had aligned in the right spot tonight."
That wasn't right... he was supposed to decline but it wasn't like you didn't want to spend the day with albedo!
"Lets go albedo I heard that the hunters speciality is-" You got caught off by albedo putting something in your hair, it was a crystal fly inside a Cecilia. The core of the crystal fly clear and hard, the Cecilia soft and brittle.
"My love we should go to the stormberrer peak to watch the stars tonight, as I said the constelations are the prettiest on windblume." He Smiled softly waiting for your answer being a nod and a smile.
After walking and talking with albedo you reached the peak the sun setting slowly and you both setting up your spot to sit on, looking at the pink and orange sky. Setting your head on albedos shoulder feeling exhausted from the walk and albedos warmth inviting you in.
"Dear don't fall asleep on me now, you have to see my present for you for windblume." He said softly ceressing your arm with his blunt nails. Opening your eyes and looking at albedo shuffling around his messenger bag pulling out a small draw string bag.
Albedo suddenly stand up and said the following sentence
"May the constelation resemble my undying love for you, for the years to come and go, me and you will always live in the stars and our love never fading away until the stars burn out. But our love will fuel them forever."
Albedo then reached into the draw string back pulling out a star that was faintly floating in his palm. He then came to you crouching down kissing your cheek and taking your hand into his so you both would hold the star.
"On three we will throw it off the edge and the wish will come true." He said with a smile and grabbed your waist to keep you safe. You both nodded and on three threw the star off the cliff, the night sky blazing up with colours as the star went to the sky following a pattern until settling in one spot.
Your eyes needed to adjust a little to see what the constelation was.
The constelation resembled albedo gently holding you by the cheeks and holding you close, smiling.
He really meant that by being written in the stars history forever.
Summary: Albedo and the reader visit Qingyun Peak and have a conversation
Albedo x gn!Reader
Approximate Word Count: 552
King of the world. You’ve heard the phrase before, but never has it resonated as much as it does now.
The world sprawls at your feet. Only the tallest of peaks-- peaks like Mount Hulao, Mount Aocang, and far in the distance the frigid silhouette of Dragon Spine--break the carpet of low lying clouds.
Albedo stands next to you with a hand on your back, making sure the heavy wind and rain doesn’t push you off the edge of Qingyun Peak.
You look over at your boyfriend and laugh. Albedo’s hair, usually blond, fluffy, and wonderfully fun to play with, is plastered to his head and neck. If not for his soft smile and glittering eyes, he’d look like a half-drowned cat.
You shuffle a little closer to him. “Isn’t this amazing?”
“It is. Dragonspine is just as tall, but I’ve never gotten a view like this one.”
“You can’t find a view like this--much less enjoy it--in a place where six layers of wool is appropriate attire. And even if Dragonspine were more hospitable, the terrain isn’t quite as…”
“Spectacular?” Albedo provides.
“That’s a good word. Liyue’s mountains are so dynamic. Look at the different peaks. Their shapes and sizes are so varied. And in the sun, I bet the colors are crazy.”
“Y/N,” Albedo sighs.
“What?”
“The more you put it like that, the more I want to draw it.”
“Oh.” You laugh and step away from the alchemist. “I feel so unstoppable, ‘Bedo. Like I could jump and fly off into the sky, never to be grounded again.”
“You’d leave me behind?”
“Never. Is it ironic that I find Mondstadt’s spirit the strongest on one of Liyue’s iconic peaks. Freedom, a desire to sing, to fly, in a place that loves the structure we’ve rejected?”
Albedo takes a moment to think. “That’s an interesting question. I don’t think so. Freedom, contracts, order, and flexibility, just because an archon and their nation reverse one thing doesn’t mean that other values can’t be found. They’ve been there for thousands of years, what for your average mortal seems like an eternity. Contracts are made in Mondstadt. So freedom can be found in Liyue.”
“Hmm. You’re probably right. It still feels a little strange, feeling so free so far from home.”
“I don’t think ‘home’ has much to do with it.”
“Really?”
You turn to see Albedo shake his head. “Qingyun Peak, like Windrise, is a place where the cares of the world fall away.”
Albedo frowns, eyes unfocusing as he turns his thoughts inward. When his gaze clears he smiles. “No. It’s not strange. Places close to the sky, or held dear by the Anemo Archon--which are similar enough, when viewed in a certain light--often offer liberation.”
You chuckle. “I thought you were an alchemist, not a philosopher.”
“I want to find the secrets to life. The heart is a part of life. You’ve helped teach me that.”
“You’re going to make me blush.”
A comfortable silence stretches between you.
While you and Albedo watch your surroundings, the rain eases and eventually stops.
A few golden beams break through the clouds above you, patterning the carpet below. “Hey, Albedo?”
“Yes?”
“Will you draw this for me? I don’t want to forget this. Not ever.”
