Notes: I think this was one of the first fics I ever wrote, written around ~2 years ago. It was written for a dear friend who was having some shitty days. I haven't really edited it since then so idk if it reads odd compared to my current writing.
Tags: Albedo x reader, established relationship, reader has an unspecified chronic condition that causes intense flareups of pain, comfort, fluff, petname usage ("my flower")
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It had been days since you'd last been outside and felt the fresh air fill your lungs. You'd been laying in the excruciatingly empty double bed, curled up and trying to shield yourself from an invisible evil.
Albedo was busy somewhere on Dragonspine. He'd been reluctant to leave, having caught on to what he believed were early signs of your condition taking a turn for the worse.
But you'd assured him it would be fine, he was just being overly anxious.
You'd lovingly cupped his cheek, his cool skin so soothing against your palm while you'd reassured him that nothing was awry. There had been a sliver of doubt in those deep blue eyes, but he'd ultimately yielded to your wish and left for his little hideaway, swearing he'd be back a week from then.
It had been four days.
It had felt like months.
Not that you hadn't tried to keep yourself occupied and busy, but it was limited how much you could realistically pass the time from the too empty bed.
The first day had been fine, you'd made your favorite dinner after spending the afternoon reading and drawing in Albedo's study as you often did when he was home as well. The second day was significantly worse.
From the moment you opened your eyes it was clear that getting out of bed would be a challenge. And on top of that, everything was just wrong. The sounds of nature a little too shrill, the light hurting your eyes, the texture of your bedsheets feeling like small hooks grabbing onto your skin.
Kaeya had stopped by a little past noon, smirking as he recounted how Albedo had made him swear to check on you every other day. It was clear that your husband had prepared his friend thoroughly, and you couldn't suppress a small smile as you sat in your favorite chair and watched him do his utmost to tiptoe around and take care of some household tasks so you wouldn't have to.
The third day was hell.
As you woke up on the fourth day of Albedo's absence you had to take a deep breath to calm your frayed nerves. It was going to be fine, it always was, no matter how much it didn't feel like it. The words felt hollow in your mind, having no effect other than aggravating yourself further. The sun was already high in the sky, although that didn't surprise you much with how little sleep you'd managed to get the day prior. Your thoughts were already spiraling downwards and burying your head under the blanket to shield yourself from the day didn't help.
A frustrated groan left your lips as the pillow beneath your head became uncomfortably wet. The urge to scream bubbled up in your chest, but just as your lips parted the sound of the bedroom door creaking open snapped your focus back to the present. Your mind was running a thousand thoughts a second, fear of the intruder making your chest constrict painfully until you registered a soft voice filling the oppressive silence of the room.
"Love? It's just me. Can you give me an indicator if you're awake?"
Albedo's voice carried a clear hint of worry although he did his best to mask it behind the soothing tone. Feeling too drained for anything else, you settled on shuffling beneath the blanket, reaching a hand out from your sanctuary. A soft hum indicated that he'd moved closer to you, ever mindful not to get into your space unless invited.
"How are you feeling? I received words you were getting worse," as his words registered you let out a soft sigh, closing your burning eyes, the tears having long since run out.
Kaeya had noticed and gotten Albedo to come back, once again you were just a burden to him.
"...your status, my flower?"
Ever patient, his voice remained a gentle caress although the underlying urgency in needing to asses you was barely hidden under the surface. Hesitantly, you turned your hand palm up in a silent invitation to him, letting him know that his presence was appreciated. Barely a second passed before his cool fingertips grazed your skin, slotting his hand perfectly against yours. He must've felt your heightened pulse, knowing your body a little too well.
"I'd much rather be here with you when you need me. Everything else can wait," there was such a certainty to his words, his voice not wavering once.
It brought a certain ease to your heart, the simple words reassuring you that this relationship was as much his choice as it was yours. He'd picked you, and would always pick you over anything else. The passage of time was lost on you as you remained in the darkness provided by the blanket, Albedo remaining silently by your side, never letting go of your hand.
"I've been working on something better to relieve the pain, it's not quite ready. But soon. I promise," you wanted to cry at how the sorrow permeated his words, his hand gripping yours a little tighter.
"I'll be back in a moment, flower" and before you could protest, the bed creaked as he stood up, the soft patter of feet retreating down the hallway of your shared home.
When he came back, you'd shifted enough that the top of your head was above the blanket. A small smile broke out on his face as he saw you, although worry persisted in his expression as he took note of your state. In his hands was a wooden tray containing your favorite mug, steam rising lazily from it, a plate of snacks and a book.
"There's my lovely wife," his loving smile stayed as he made his way over, setting down the tray onto your nightstand.
He quickly stripped himself down to only his underwear, moving over to climb in from his side of the bed. There was nothing but pure admiration in his gaze as he looked at you, positioning himself so he was sitting against the headboard. Knowing what he was offering you moved over to sit between his legs, letting his hands slide under the blanket and rub lightly at your shoulders and arms, tracing small circles into the soft skin.
You took a shuddering breath, trying to enjoy it despite every reverent touch of his hands leaving behind a feeling akin to a pinprick in it's wake. You moved a bit away and he took the hint instantly, muttering a sweet apology as he removed his hands and let you wrap the blanket fully around yourself again, taking respite in the soft texture. As you finished settling, his arms wrapped around your little cocoon, giving a light squeeze that made your body flood with a sense of security, the unpleasant sensations dulled by his presence. Your voice felt shaky and foreign as you forced a couple of words out, barely speaking above a whisper.
"I'm sorry..." another subtle squeeze of his arms before one of them loosened, reaching over to bring the cup to your lips.
His reply was prefaced by a gentle kiss pressed to the top of your head. "I'll always come back for you, it's never a bother, don't you dare for a moment believe I'm not exactly where I wish to be."
۶ৎ Category: Soft, smut, established relationship, soft-dom dynamic, switch dynamic too, mention of creampie.
۶ৎ Warning: NSFW, +18, MDNI
۶ৎ Masterlist: Strawberry's masterlist
۶ৎ Requests: Strawberry requests (closed)
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊If I'm going to make a comeback, it will be with the love of my life, owner of my sketches, and the reason behind I created this account: Albedo. Also, I'm 180 cm, which means Albedo next to me would look pocket-sized... but I love him anyway, so if you are taller than him too, this is for you and me, enjoy! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
۶ৎ Honestly... Albedo wouldn't mind if you were taller than him. He would likely add it to the infinite list of attributes he finds fascinating about your persona.
۶ৎ Because you are taller, you can easily hug him from behind and rest your chin in his soft, silky hair while he is engrossed in his work. You can also assist him in retrieving potions, manuscripts, and heavy reference materials from the highest shelves, but...
۶ৎ Don't be mistaken; being taller doesn't mean he is the sub here. Albedo is definitely the soft dom, it is simply inherent to his nature.
۶ৎ He will soon find excuses for you to lower yourself to his height so he can kiss you properly. "Please, come closer," he murmured once in the quiet of his office. Naturally, you leaned down until your faces were level; that is when he guided your chin with a long, gloved finger until you felt a soft pressure against your lips. Once you realized what had happened, he was already watching you, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks flushed a deep, vibrant pink shade thanks to his unexpected boldness. "I’ll always find that ability of yours fascinating," he added, his teal eyes engulfing yours, demanding your full attention. "The way you react so endearingly to such subtle affection on my part... it is quite distracting." He said it with the casual air of a man who didn't find his own sudden touchiness strange in the slightest.
۶ৎ Secretly, he thrives when you cage him though Albedo would never admit it aloud; that would be dreadfully impolite. But that one time when you unintentionally pinned him against his own bookshelves while reaching for a tome, he simply tilted his head back, watching you with keen interest.
۶ৎ If you ever felt an ounce of self-consciousness regarding your height, Albedo would quickly reassure you. He doesn't just tolerate it; he actively enjoys you exactly as you are. He might even admit he finds it inherently attractive.
۶ৎ He has a habit of secretly staring at your legs; he finds it distractingly elegant, even when you aren't trying to be.
۶ৎ Ah, but when you wear a dress or a skirt? That is a different story. You suddenly become surprisingly effective at dismantling his composure, leaving him with an undeniable desire to touch you.
۶ৎ When the two of you are alone, you’d be surprised how naturally his hands find their way onto you—first resting on your knee, then inching slightly higher until they settle firmly on your thigh. He might be deep into an alchemy text, but make no mistake: he is acutely aware of your reactions. He is so aware, in fact, that he will keep a small, knowing smile playing on his lips while he feels your face grow hot.
۶ৎ The bed... oh, heavens. You’ll find yourself on top of him more often than not. The first time, you were likely flustered enough that he had to guide you, but the moment you caught the look in his eyes—the way his pale cheeks flushed a deep, heated pink as he struggled to look away—that was the moment you truly began to enjoy the power dynamic.
۶ৎ Do not think that, despite the height difference, he doesn't know exactly how to ruin you. Albedo finds every angle, every position, and every method to make you come undone in his arms.
۶ৎ If he goes down, he really goes down. He leaves soft, lingering marks along your inner thighs. The first time, it took you so by surprise that you let out a gasp that echoed in the room. After that, he made it a point to continue.
۶ৎ You will often find the faint marks of his fingers against your skin from him holding you in place.
۶ৎ You are the big spoon, naturally; again, he doesn't mind in the slightest if it brings you happiness to hold him.
۶ৎ Mornings are spent with you physically anchoring him to the bed to prevent him from rising early. This usually ends in one of two ways: he drags you up to start the day or the two of you decide to stay tangled in the sheets for a few more hours, not sleeping... which is a strange, but delightful, occurrence.
It was the shallowness of your breath mixing with his that made you realize this was happening, once again. Your cheeks heated up, not from the warmth of the room, but from the intensity of his gaze. His teal eyes, bright as precious stones, stared through the darkness at your body hovering above his.
Your eyes locked onto his face. His pale cheeks were flushed a deep, rosy pink, and those eyes—usually so calm and analytical—were clouded over, bathed in raw lust. His lips were parted, discreetly trying to catch his breath. Albedo was a master at feigning composure in front of others, but in these moments, he was far more skilled at shattering yours entirely.
"You’re looking at me like that again," you whispered, feeling your damp hair stick to your back.
"And how exactly am I staring at you?" he asked, his voice dropping into that darker, gravelly register that only you ever heard.
"Like you’re thinking something improper about me..." You kept your voice low, just enough for him to hear, and to your surprise, he let out a soft chuckle, a melody you always found yourself gravitating toward.
"I was just wondering..." One of his hands, resting on your hip, moved in the darkness. You felt the precise, methodical softness of his fingertips exploring your skin, tracing your curves with the same obsessive determination he applied to his experiments. "What others would think of seeing you... of seeing us this way." Albedo smiled at the way you averted your gaze. "I am not particularly submissive, if I may add, and you..." His hand tightened on your hip, his grip firm enough to make your back arch, his eyes closing as his own breath hitched.
"I can be a dom if I wanted to..." you whispered, finally meeting his stare. Oh, that infuriating smile. The one he wore whenever he was about to prove a point.
"I see." His hands shifted, moving you in a way that drew a sharp, involuntary gasp from your lips. "Ah... yes. I would be more than happy to document the results of such an experiment."
"Ngh... oh, shut up!" You pulled his hands away, pinning them down and interlacing your fingers with his before returning to your rhythm.
It was like a dance, a delicious, calculated dance intended to drag him to the very edge. It allowed you to witness how hard he fought to maintain his restraint and how spectacularly he was failing at such a simple task. It was a dance where you held the control, watching his head tilt back as the crescendo of your movements pulled him under. You knew he loathed when he couldn't dictate the flow of the situation, so you kept him pinned there, his long, elegant fingers trapped firmly within yours.
He couldn't hold on any longer. His body surrendered, a frantic flurry of shallow breaths and a soft, broken moan escaping him as he finally reached his climax.
It was an endearing experience, seeing the smartest man in the room go utterly still, his mind rendered completely blank for a moment. It was just as flustering, however, to feel him finish inside you.
You hovered over him, your lips brushing against his forehead where a few stray strands of blonde hair were stuck. "And tell me, my dear alchemist..." you whispered, still struggling to steady your own breathing, "are you satisfied with the result of this experiment?"
His eyes opened slowly, and a satisfied, knowing smile played on his lips. He loved it when you used his own terminology to flirt with him.
Includes in this order -> Wanderer, Albedo, Kinich, Lyney
Tags: modern AU, Halloween themed, fluff/romance
Links: masterlist | nav
Wanderer
“I don’t understand how you get amusement from mutilating a pumpkin, but if that’s really what you wanna do…”
He’ll pretend that this activity is such an inconvenience for him, but will do it anyways because he loves you and it’s an excuse to spend more time with you
He insists on making it actually scary though. You wanted to carve pumpkins for halloween, make it fit the theme.
Also he may or may not have the time of his life seeing little children’s looks of horror seeing your scary pumpkin
He will make you scoop the pumpkin seeds out
“You wanted to mutilate a pumpkin, have fun scooping out its guts.”
But let me tell you this man is very precise with the knife. He’s oddly talented at it, like he is with almost everything besides emotions lmao
You work together to make the face and he gives you tips if you show any sign of frustration after a while and is actually encouraging in subtle ways to you (besides the few sarcastic comments that you shouldn’t take too seriously, it’s his way of joking with you)
He will try to provoke you a bit, but won’t push it too far. Your angry expressions are just amusing to him
He’ll definitely want to have some black tea at his side while you’re carving the pumpkin (since it takes a few hours) and will also make you your favourite tea (if you don’t have one, he’ll make you one he thinks you’ll enjoy based on your taste)
Generally it’s clean and enjoyable with him since he (despite his contrasting words) is pretty helpful
End result:
Albedo
“Klee already drew what she wants us to carve… Should be fairly easy, though I’ve never taken part in a seasonal ritual like this.”
Definitely was Klee’s idea to make her favourite person and her brother carve pumpkins together
Originally she wanted to do it herself but once she found out no bombs can be used during the process or else the pumpkin will be destroyed she didn’t feel like doing it anymore
So you figured since you already bought the pumpkin you might as well turn it into a couple’s activity with your boyfriend
“It’s a good way to study human traditions…You might be onto something”
He’ll document the entire process, taking notes, already planning for next year’s improvements (which includes many things he hopes might impress you)
He’ll ask you questions about the process too since as a human you “probably have better insights” than him into that tradition
Will ask to sketch the design onto the pumpkin together, he likes drawing and he likes you so he’ll really enjoy that if you agree (no matter how basic the design is)
Tbh he’d try and go for a more intricate design but you wanna use Klee’s in hopes to make her happy
He watches how you cut the pumpkin and tries to emulate that, even tho he could cut with surgical precision
The table is spotless after that btw
Later he’ll try to experiment infusing the flame inside the pumpkin with alchemical solutions, making the flame change colors
His findings at the end are that he enjoyed the time spent with his loved one and better understands the reason behind that seemingly odd human tradition (which in his mind is to work together with loved ones to create something beautiful together)
End result (Klee’d design):
Kinich
“Ajaw, if you mess with our work I will put you into time-out again”
How can he say no when his precious partner asked him to partake in a couple’s activity? (when you asked whether you can carve a pumpkin together he just answered “sure”)
Goes in wanting to try his best for you, threatens Ajaw beforehand to not mess with anything
You worked together for the design and he took it so seriously (he loves you)
He’ll let you draw the design on the pumpkin while he scoops out the pumpkin seeds. Why should you get your hands dirty when he can do it for you? (he loves you)
“Let me take care of this for you”
A “thank you” kiss would be a very pleasant surprise for him
The table will be very messy after and Ajaw comments abt Kinich being so messy and a terrible choice of person to do that with (he wants to contribute but doesn’t want to ask so he’ll shit on Kinich instead)
If you ask Ajaw to do literally anything to help he’ll be very happy and try to impress you (competing with Kinich)
“BEHOLD!!! I’LL TURN THIS PUMPKIN INTO A MASTERPIECE”
Kinich will shoot you a look that says “just ignore him”
Thinks about the most efficient way to carve the pumpkin, will ask for your input too
He’s not the most precise cutter but he’s decent enough
End result:
Lyney
“What wondrous ideas you have, my love!! We’ll make the most enchanting jack-o-lantern in all of Teyvat”
He’s thrilled about the idea, more enthusiastic about it than you are
Will brag about the plan to carve a pumpkin together to Lynette and Freminet, talking about how lovely you are
“Let’s settle for a cute design, befitting my cute partner over here~”
He’ll perform some tricks while you work on the pumpkin together, making pumpkin seeds disappear and a rose appear behind your ear instead
Also flirts the entire time, how could he not when you’re so attractive while doing everything??
Seriously looks out for you though, worries about you accidentally cutting yourself
“Careful now- wouldn’t want my precious pumpkin carving assistant to get hurt~”
He really enjoys doing couple’s activities (he’s so in love) and wants to do similar stuff after
Will make the candle inside the pumpkin light itself magically
If you ask how he did that he’ll just smile innocently and say “A magician never reveals his secret… but maybe a kiss will persuade me” he won’t tell you anyways
Might I ask you for your opinion on albedo's cuddle rating good sir🎤 cuz somehow I think he'd be so good to be cuddle with😞❤❤ so fluffy and not too warm not too cold in his arms
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊ Hello hello, little one! Firstly, I would like to apologize for taking so long to respond to your request. Life has been rough lately... but putting that aside, I love this question!
I 100% agree with you regarding cuddling with him. Albedo is the type of person we would all love to cuddle with. Since it is so rare for him to have a cuddle session, you really have to enjoy every second. It’s not because he doesn't love you, but because he is so immersed in his research that he sometimes just doesn't have much time for it.
Well, lemme stop the yapping and give you some headcanons of what I think cuddlinh with him would be like. I hope you like them, until next one~ ♡.
۶ৎ Category: fluff, established relationship, !fem reader.
۶ৎ Warning?: none.
۶ৎ Masterlist: Strawberry — Masterlist.
۶ৎ Request: To make a request ⋆˚࿔ (closed)
۶ৎ First things first... unfortunately, our man here isn't the cuddly type—at least not all the time. Albedo has a lot on his plate, from being the Captain of the Investigation Team to... well, his truly time-consuming job: his experiments.
۶ৎ But Albedo tries to balance his life for you. He makes sure to take at least one day to spend with you, doing whatever you want—provided it doesn't put you at risk. He would do anything for you, even if that "anything" is cuddling...
۶ৎ "Cuddling...? I must admit I am not the most experienced in this field, but I can certainly give it a try for you." With that, he earns himself a very happy, smiling girlfriend. Oh, if only you could see the way he looks at you the moment you turn away.
۶ৎ Once the two of you are finally in bed, you might notice him acting a bit tense at first... but you'll be struck by the fact that he isn't completely cold, as you might have expected given his... particular nature.
۶ৎ Albedo is warm. Perhaps not "humanly" warm, but warm enough to keep you wrapped against him while he reads to the both of you.
۶ৎ His arm would drape over your waist, and you’d feel his thumb idly drawing circles against your skin... cute.
۶ৎ If you stare at him and press a kiss to his cheek, he’ll likely stop abruptly and look at you. His eyebrows might furrow as he says something like, "That made me lose my place in the text..."
۶ৎ ...And then he’ll lean down to press a kiss to your forehead.
۶ৎ Honestly, he could never say no when you, his girlfriend, look at him with such pure affection.
۶ৎ "Can I get a kiss?" Of course, Albedo would give it to you—his soft lips meeting yours as his pretty, messy blonde hair falls over you like a curtain of ash-blonde strands.
۶ৎ You probably wouldn't even have to ask for a second one, because he’d already be caging you in. His bare hand would seek yours, wanting to feel your warm skin as much as possible, while he rests his weight on his elbows so you don't feel uncomfortable.
۶ৎ If he sees you getting shy about it, he might smile slightly and murmur, "Hm? Why would you want to look away?" He’d lean closer to your ear to whisper, "This is what you asked for, remember?" Because, of course... he loves your reactions.
۶ৎ And if you laugh and hide your embarrassed face, you wouldn't even notice—because while this man keeps his face perfectly composed—inside... inside, his chalky heart is melting just a little bit.
︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ Drowsy research ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵
He was still thinking, and you knew it.
As his girlfriend, you were always able to catch those subtle signs. You knew the way his eyebrows would furrow slightly when his mind was still navigating those inner waters of experimentation and alchemy. That particular day, however, you’d had to drag him out of his office; the world had grown too loud, the scent of alchemical components too pungent, and his body—though not of flesh and blood like a human's—had finally collapsed from three days of sheer exhaustion.
It was Jean who had called the only person capable of coaxing him into taking a breath: you.
Outside, the rain poured furiously against the windows. The scent of the storm and the bite of the cold had replaced the usually cool breezes of your homeland. Even the thick mattress beneath you wasn't enough; you wanted to be closer. You wanted to be wrapped around him.
But first...
Albedo felt the warmth of your lips against his. His attention, previously anchored to his failed experiments, suddenly drifted toward your touch—the soft, living heat of you.
He found your eyes—those beautiful eyes—staring back at him, overflowing with warmth and love. It was then he felt your hand in his hair, gently undoing his style, unbraiding the strands with hands as caring as if he were your most precious gemstone.
"You seem quite immersed in me today," he murmured, closing his eyes. You noticed the furrow in his brow finally vanish as your hand continued its work.
"That's because you need to rest," you replied, shifting closer. His hand found the curve of your waist naturally, pulling you flush against him. "And... I am always immersed in you," you added in a soft, embarrassed whisper—a sound he caught easily, causing his lips to curve into a private smile meant only for you.
Though you wanted to switch positions, he was holding you so tightly and tenderly that you couldn't "big spoon" him this time. In fact, you were certain he wouldn't let you; he would find any excuse to keep you in his arms, refusing to let go.
Then you felt it: his hand leaving your waist to explore your face. It wasn't that he couldn't remember you—he could find you in a crowd of thousands—but he still chose to trace your features. His fingers wandered as if he were mapping every line, from the bridge of your nose to the contour of your lips.
"You are..." he began, but you noticed how his shoulders had finally relaxed. His teal eyes were at last surrendering to days of missed sleep.
"Symmetrical?" you teased with a soft smile, closing your eyes against the warmth of his touch. He looked as if he were memorizing you one last time before drifting off.
"Perfect," he concluded, settling back into his pillow. His eyes remained closed, missing the heat that rushed to your cheeks, though he was clearly aware of the effect his words had on you.
His forehead rested against yours, the silk of his undone hair brushing your skin. You felt his lips press against your brow as he unconsciously tried to pull you impossibly closer, as if seeking the warmth of your heart and not just your body. You could hear his heartbeat.
Thump-thump-thump.
As he finally gave in to his exhaustion, his embrace loosened just a fraction. His expression went completely slack, and a single word escaped his lips in a state of total surrender.
"Stay..."
It was barely audible, yet still carries that elegant lilt of his. As you looked at his face—unapologetically beautiful and serene, like an angel descended from the stars.
"Always," you whispered back with a loving smile. Your body finally surrendered to the quiet.
The world outside shut out, leaving only the two of you in the warmth of your intimate cocoon.
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૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊ That's all for now! If you liked it, let me know what you think. Likes, reblogs, and comments are much appreciated. Bye-bye~! ♡
૮꒰ 𓈒. ݂ .𓈒ྀི ꒱ა ┊ Uhm... Hi? ( 〃▽〃) Please don't throw tomatoes at me. I've been very busy, but I promise that when I get inspired, I'll be bringing you content of our fave hubby and other characters too (cough, mostly Albedo, cough). Anyway, I hope you enjoy this one and let me know what you think if you liked it, bc I made sure to add his slight cheeky side here hehe (*≧ω≦). またね～、皆さん♡。
︵ . ︵﹒︵୨ ꒰ Stripped of shadows ꒱ ୧︵ . ︵﹒︵
“Please stop trying to hide from me,” he whispered, his voice barely a breath against your ear. The warmth of his respiration made you shiver, and you could have sworn he was doing it on purpose. Even so… you couldn’t bring yourself to face him.
After all, you were completely bare beneath him. Even though this wasn’t the first time you two had shared a bed—and you were certain it wouldn’t be the last—it still left you feeling exposed, almost studied. You knew he didn't look at you with the intention of making you feel like a specimen; Albedo wasn’t that kind of man. But still…
“Ngh…!” You bit your lip as his lips, soft and damp, pressed against the sensitive curve of your ear. Then came another kiss, and another. “W-what…” You tried to formulate a question, but the words failed you miserably.
He, however, remained composed, tracing a trail of kisses along your jaw until two of his long, slender fingers hooked beneath your chin, gently forcing you to face him.
It should be illegal to look this beautiful while you’re ruining me, you thought. He truly was breathtaking. Those long strands of ash-blonde hair were completely free and disheveled, some clinging to his forehead, dampened by the heat, others brushing the nape of his neck. Those piercing teal eyes were locked onto yours, observing you, dissecting your every emotion without even trying. You were an open book to him. His cheeks were slightly flushed, as were the tips of his ears, and his lips were swollen from the kisses shared long before clothes had been discarded.
“Please look at me. I want to see all of you like this.”
“That’s easier said than done…” you murmured, feeling your face burn.
“Is that so?” Albedo took one of your hands, guiding it to his mouth so you could feel the softness of his lips against your knuckles. With a fluid motion, he pinned your hand above your head, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Even though we have done this before?”
You didn’t answer, trying instead to avert your gaze again. To him, the silence was an answer in itself. Instead of showing frustration—an emotion you had never seen from him—Albedo simply gave you one of his faint, tender smiles. But you knew that behind that gentle expression, something hungrier lingered.
“Alright. I would hate to force you into something you dislike so much.”
That surprised you. You knew how much he loved to watch your expressions while you were together.
“Do you want me to continue?”
You simply nodded, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. His movements began slowly; he liked to take his time. Nothing was rushed, nothing was rough—unless you asked for it, of course. Everything was designed to ensure you never felt uncomfortable.
Then, his pace became more intentional. You closed your eyes tight and bit your lip, determined not to let a sound escape. You could feel his body tense above you, hearing his breath grow heavy and rhythmic. Albedo wasn’t loud, but you had learned to identify the subtle signs of pleasure taking hold of him. Almost unconsciously, your free hand sought his shoulder, pulling him closer, wanting to bridge every remaining inch of space.
But then, he did something unexpected. Before you realized what was happening, his fingers slid under your knee, hooking your leg and pushing it upward. Then came the first deep stroke.
The sensation was so intense that your back arched involuntarily. “Ah…!” A soft, clear moan escaped your lips as your nails sank into his skin. You weren't hiding anymore; he was staring right into you, those piercing blue eyes locked onto yours. Another surge followed, and you felt his hand press yours harder into the mattress above your head.
That bastard… he knew you too well.
“Hmm, I see…” he whispered against your lips, his forehead resting against yours. “That’s the spot, isn't it?”
He was smiling. It was a knowing, calculated smile—one that told you he’d known exactly what he was doing all along. He knew your body better than you did.
“You…” Your voice was a shaky whisper, cut off as he moved again. “Yes… it is.”
“That’s what I thought.”
He was too smart for your own good—too intentional, too cheeky behind that mask of politeness and his princely facade. But you loved every bit of it. As he continued to move, stealing your moans and shattering your train of thought, you found yourself whispering nonsense against his lips.
When your eyes met his again—intentionally this time—and you moaned his name, you could have sworn the teal of his eyes darkened. You didn't realize when he let go of your hand, but you immediately used it to pull him closer by the neck, sinking deeper into the haze of pleasure.
“You see?” he breathed, his warm breath ghosting over your lips. “You don’t need to hide from me. I know you. All of you.”
You wanted to wipe that proud look from his eyes, but then he kissed you, and your resolve vanished. It was an addiction you couldn't resist. Your hand explored the expanse of his back, feeling the warmth and the light trail of sweat on his pale skin. You pressed your palm against the small of his back, pulling him flush against you to feel every movement. He inhale sharply—a sound of genuine pleasure.
“Someone…” you panted, your voice hoarse but defiant. “…told me I’m a fast learner.”
That made him blush—a deep, visible crimson even in the shadows of the room.
“Please… don’t stop. Not now…” You didn’t care how it sounded. You didn't care that you were begging your boyfriend to keep taking you, to keep making you his.
“There it is,” he whispered, moving again and stealing the very air from your lungs. “That look in your eyes. The perfect mix of lust and love.” Your back arched as he shifted his weight, deepening the connection.
"It's a gift, I insist," his voice was filled with such certainty, the words making your heart ache, longing to just accept.
Notes: Something I wrote in march 2024 (when I was brand new to writing) as a gift for a dear friend. Originally titled 'gift of companionship'.
Tags: Albedo x reader, reader makes jewellery, reader wears a skirt, first date, fluff, pining, friends to lovers, hand holding, 1.8k
Counting the Chief Alchemist as a friend was a rare honor among the people of Mondstadt, ever polite albeit a little distant in his mannerisms.
You'd always found it endearing how he'd dedicate countless hours to painting and drawing, tucked away in the nooks of the city as he immortalized the ordinary. It was how you'd first met, having noticed him hanging around your little shop you'd approached him one day.
He'd been startled at first, dropping several pencils as he'd struggled to gather his papers back into his sketchbook. The small giggle that escaped you had made him sigh, probably realizing he'd made a fool of himself.
The recovery had been swift, him showing his drawings and explaining his fascination with observing and drawing people going about their daily lives. 'Being human' as he'd put it.
The topic of all those pages filled with sketches of you had never passed your lips, the notion oddly endearing even if a little strange.
After that he'd been more open in his interest, pursuing conversation with you whenever he caught you on a break. Seemingly more than content to sit in your little workshop and keep you company as you worked. The work you did wasn't prestigious compared to his, at least by your own standards, yet he never failed to compliment whenever you finished a piece of jewelry or another delicate decoration.
Many weeks passed as you settled into comfortable routine, his company bringing a steadiness you had never noticed you'd been missing. It became apparent in his absence, the days he spent in Dragonspine like a cold rag on your heart. Rumors circulated the city, the Chief Alchemist was spending more time away from the mountain, yet it was still too much for you. The silence of your existence oppressive without the scratching of his pen to accompany you.
He brought a new invention one day, offhandedly placing it on one of your tables. A little machine wielding a combination of cryo and something else to perfectly preserve flowers for your creations.
It was an element you'd wanted to incorporate in your creations since childhood, the imperfections of natural materials having always brought comfort.
The excitement in his voice had been tangible, the faint traces of a blush visible on his cheeks as he'd realized you'd gotten lost in all the technical details. Clearing his throat awkwardly as he cut himself off and apologized, hands tucked into his pockets.
You'd been standing there wide-eyed, fighting to hold back tears at the gesture. Not only had he clearly been listening to your chatting all those days he'd spent quietly sketching or looking at all the materials in your workshop, he'd remembered. Before you could properly compose yourself, your arms had already found their home around his neck as you broke down in sobs.
His body had tensed, hands trembling as they found your shoulders and pulled you far enough back that he could look into your teary eyes. Worry was written plainly across his expression, his brow pinched together and his lips pulled into a thin line.
"Did I.. do anything wrong? My apologies if it wasn't what you were looking for, I simply thought it would-"
"It's perfect Albedo"
Shaking your head and smiling you'd allowed yourself a final squeeze of the confused alchemist before you'd let go. You couldn't help but laugh, pacing back and forth as your hands wiped at your tears.
"No one has ever done something like this for me, it.. It took me by surprise, that's all. How much do I owe you? Oh this is perfect, I can't believe you could make something like this. Or rather, I could because you're a genius and everyone knows that, but I mean, that you'd be doing something to fulfill my wish is just-"
You cut yourself off, paralyzed by the expression on his face. Never had you seen such warmth in those pale blue eyes, his body looking much less tense than it had seconds before. He shook his head, hands waving dismissively in front of him.
"It's a gift, I insist," his voice was filled with such certainty, the words making your heart ache, longing to just accept.
"Albedo, I can't possibly... You must've spent a lot of time making this for me, not to talk about material costs"
He sighed, fingers tapping his lips as he thought. You were clearly too prideful to accept without giving something in return. He nodded solemnly as his mind settled on a compromise.
"In that case, I would like to receive the first piece you make using it, if that's agreeable? I've promised Klee long ago that she could get something from here when she got a little older,"
For some reason that offer only served to stoke your embarrassment, it seemed like a bad bargain on his part. There'd been a little back and forth with you trying to insist upon monetary payment, yet he'd shot you down every time you tried to persuade him that the things you made were hardly worth as much as his work. He'd simply shaken his head, sincerity burning behind his eyes when he kept explaining that it was more than a fair exchange in his eyes.
You'd invited him along for a trip to Starsnatch Cliff, firm in your insistence that he would have to join you in picking the flowers for your first trials. The nervousness in your voice had been tangible, it wasn't part of your shared routine, fear slithering along your spine at the thought of a rejection. Which in itself was silly, considering it was nothing more than a friendly offer.
Relief had flooded you with how easily he'd agreed, suggesting you leave as soon as possible. Nothing of interest was happening with the Knights today anyway, and it had been a while since he'd properly stretched his legs. Questioning his intentions was a game you didn't want to entertain today, wiping your hands on your skirt to calm your nerves.
You hardly felt presentable enough, but how could you tell him. Instead you paced back and forth on the street, Albedo having made you wait there while he went to grab something. Your chest tightened when he turned the corner, holding a woven basket in his hands as he proudly held it up.
"I had Sara pack this up for us," there was an uncharacteristic spring to his step as he closed the distance, offering you his arm to hold on to.
His smile faltered for a moment as you hesitated to place your hand on his arm, but he hid it well, averting his eyes as he started leading you out of the city. It was quiet for most of the walk, both of you slowly relaxing as the bustling sounds died down the further away from Mondstadt city you came. Your mind raced with possibilities, not wanting to say the wrong thing and ruin this... Not date, you had to remind yourself, the voice in your head more chiding than you'd have wanted.
"It uh- you didn't have to bring food. I don't want to take up your entire day," you couldn't help but wince inwardly at how pathetic you sounded. Your gaze flickering to Albedo, hoping his eyes would extend their solace to you. They didn't. His head was turned firmly away. You looked down at the ground before you had a chance to catch the flush extending down his neck.
"You tend to forget to eat when you're focused. Low blood sugar could result in dangerous situations," he had to bite down on his tongue. Wanting to tell you how much the thought of you getting dizzy and stumbling, tripping and falling down the cliff, made his stomach lurch in ways he hadn't thought possible. The mere thought of not being able to see your sweet smile as you greeted him, your pouting lips when you concentrated, the apologetic look in your eyes when he'd spoken too much or too fast and lost you... He'd rather burn every sketch he'd made of you than resign to only ever seeing your expressions in them.
Nothing could do you justice, the picture of life itself in Albedo's mind. His hand tightened around the basket, and he had to take a deep breath to prevent himself from screaming.
You weren't much better off, cheeks flushed and hand twitching atop his arm. You fiddled with your skirt with your free hand, having no reply to his words. They rang true in your ears, the thought of him having caught on and planned for it making you feel a little giddy. The way he had said it so bluntly pushing down the shame you would've otherwise felt at burdening someone with your own shortcomings.
After spending a couple of hours picking out flowers with Albedo your nerves had calmed down, and the usual comfort he brought had long since flooded your system. Nothing felt wrong in his company, and you relished in the way you could speak so freely to him. He'd been more lively as well, taking your hand to pull your with him on multiple occasions, eager to show you what he found and tell you about various phenomena.
No doubt you would've made for a more interesting conversation partner if you hadn't been close to short-circuiting every time his fingers intwined with yours. He didn't seem to mind, the soft look never leaving his eyes when he looked at you.
You'd sat down against a large rock, having consumed the refreshments he'd brought. A pleasant weariness made your body thrum, the combination of fresh air, exercise, and your favorite meal making you relax. The view was beautiful, yet you noticed Albedo's eyes had hardly left you, his lips parted slightly as if on the verge of speaking. You closed your eyes, wanting a moment to gather yourself as warmth blossomed in your chest. If only every day could be like this.
A hand tugged on your sleeve, bringing your body closer and adjusting your head so it lay on his shoulder. The soft locks of his hair brushed against your cheek, you couldn't stop yourself from inhaling his scent. Yet you dared not move nor speak, scared that this was nothing but a dream, something fickle that would vanish the moment your eyes opened.
His head came to rest against yours, and you felt his hot breath against your scalp, lips moving against your hair. His arm had snaked around your body, holding you against him.
"Forgive me, but I can't do this anymore," his voice was barely above a whisper, a strain evident as he spoke. Your heart fell, a disgusting lump forming in your throat that threatened to strangle you. This was not a dream, it was a nightmare. You wanted to laugh at yourself for believing this time would be different.
His lips pressing against your hair and a warm droplet hitting your skin broke you out of your spiral for just long enough to realize that his grip on you had grown almost painfully tight, his voice shaky as he continued.
"Promise me that I'll never have to let go of you"
wow! it’s been a while, huh? i thought i’d give something short and sweet.
mewnies warning𖦹
october gets a little…. suggestive. that’s all. meow!
You’ve recently told Albedo you wish you could know what others thought about you.
He now knows what to get you for new years.
January 1st
My love,
You had mentioned to me in passing that you would kill to hear people’s thoughts so you could learn their true opinion of you. Here I am. I plan to write in this journal once a day, but please forgive me if work gets in the way. You know what my passion does to me, I cannot help a one-track mind.
This is my gift to you.
Yours,
Albedo
February 14th
My love,
I’ve had a dream like this when I was younger (although my body will, for the most part, never change, I was new to the world, therefore younger), when I lived in a land I sadly cannot tell you much about: I was in a sea of flowers.
It is strange how I can recall it so vividly, but it’s the reason I was so lost in thought while we were together today. My love, I cannot stress how intense the deja-vu I experienced was enough. I had been in that same field while feeling your warmth 300 years ago. But it was just a dream, so I feel a bit foolish.
I digress. The point is, my love, I believe I may have known you since before you were alive. I know it’s implausible scientifically (I am a scientist), but I think the spirit of the holiday has made my metaphorical heart soften. As I think about the fact you are asleep in my bed, I feel a sensation I have never felt. It pools in my stomach. If I were a less selfish man, I would stay away from you to study it, but I regrettably am selfish, and wrote this as fast as I could in order to get back to you.
I apologize for the flowery language.
Yours,
Albedo
March 30th
My love,
As the snow melts, I feel my heart begin to thaw too. When I descend down Dragonspine to return home to you and the city, I find my good humor is restored. It makes me laugh to see our half-melted snowmen. I truly do thank Barbatos (As a figure of speech, that is. I am not the religious type) that Klee is such a happy child, for I believe another would have thrown a fit. I am happy that you have become the owner of your scarf once again, though, for your lack of one was making me worry.
I used to not have a favorite season—I had not even thought about it—but now I find myself endeared to spring and summer. I may be biased, however, since this is the season in which we met. My love, I am grateful you have chosen to spend your time with me. However far away we are during experiments, please know I have left a part of me tucked safely in our bed.
“Our bed” has a pleasant sound, don’t you think?
Yours,
Albedo
April 1st
My love,
I am sure I do not need to remind you of what took place today. It was a mean trick. I am unsure of who put you up to it, but I hope by the time you read this you will have admitted it so I can give them a piece of my mind.
I curse this holiday.
Yours,
Albedo
May 7th
My love,
The first day of The Windblume Festival has just finished, and once again, I have snuck away from our bed to write my entry. I believe you have caught on to my mischief, given how the first time I had tried to leave, sure you were asleep, you asked me where I was going. My love, have you no faith in me? I have to laugh, today has put a playful humor in me. You are rubbing off on me, I suppose.
As the saying goes, the showers we had experienced last month have bore lovely fruit. The flowers hanging throughout the city were radiant. I had to restrain myself from sketching them out while the festivities were taking place. In truth, before you I saw no need for such things. Klee has once dragged me down the mountain, and yes, I did start going on the last day of the festival every year to appease her (and to keep her from ascending up Dragonspine by herself), but I had not paid much attention to anything other than keeping her out of trouble. With you, I have come to understand why humans have such celebrations.
Look at me, I talk as if I am not human too.
Yours,
Albedo
(Post script: The flower I have drawn below is not one that we saw today, but a flower from where I was born. I do not consider this place my home when compared to Mondstadt, but I, nonetheless, thought of this flower when seeing all of the lovely arrangements today.)
June 16th
My love,
My lab at Favonius HQ (Head Quarters) will undoubtedly soon become stifling as the summer months roll in. You liked when I removed my stockings, much to my amusement and—from what I have begun to understand is—embarrassment. I did think (after much consideration) that it was unusual for a man to be wearing stockings, but you seemed to have your own opinions on the subject.
I do believe that I am more feminine than the average man in Mondstadt. While I call myself a gentleman, I have longer hair than some, and I found I was created to be more androgynous looking than most. Could it be simply due to my height I am feeling this way?
Love, the more I write in this, the more I feel I’ve started to write about myself, rather than strictly my feelings about you. I hope this does not spoil the present.
Yours,
Albedo
July 20th
My love,
We went to the beach today; you, Sucrose, Klee, Timaeus, and I. It felt strange to have so many people accompany me to one spot. What started as me and Sucrose collecting samples turned into a day out. You make me laugh. When I think of the times before I met you, It all goes by so fast. How did I ever survive hundreds of years without you by my side?
With the recent turn of events (the likes of which I regrettably cannot tell you about right now), I have learned to not take you for granted. In another situation, could it be that a different version of myself, one that is not me, got the chance to love you? The thought makes me irritated, my love.
This probably does not make sense to you.
Yours,
Albedo
August 30th
My love,
This month has been particularly hard for me. While I would like to be soaking up the last of summer, I’ve had business in Dragonspine, which (as you know) puts a serious damper on my spirit, in turn leading to longer and longer stays due to a lack of motivation to work. It is a miserable experience to be kept away from you, especially for so long. I have never had this problem before I met you, but I am no longer able to sleep soundly.
In truth, I do not need to sleep as much as a human being would. Sleep is more so to rest my body than to repair tissue, or things of that nature.
I fear the more I try to describe my body, the more of this loneliness I feel. Sometimes I feel confused as to why I do not experience things human beings do, as if I had forgotten I am not one.
Yours,
Albedo
September 13th
My love,
Thank you for spending the day with me. While I understand the significance of birthdays, I had never thought about mine until you had asked me. While I was not “birthed” per say, today is, in fact, the day of my creation. I would’ve been happy just seeing you, but you insisted on going out, so that is what we did.
It was a shock to find that you and those closest to me had made an itinerary. Have I mentioned how often you make me laugh? Why is it that my “birthday” excites you more than your own?
Thank you for everything, my love. How can I top this for your next birthday?
Yours,
Albedo
October 17th
My love,
Even when the days are shorter, I find that you keep me optimistic. You bring with you a desire I now hold deep in my chest, only to be revealed to you. I had never had such desires before we met, nor should I. It makes no sense for a creature such as myself to lust, given I am not fertile and can assumingly not procreate. I find myself mesmerized with you. Did Master give my body functions I was unaware of until now?
It feels shameful to write this down, love.
Yours,
Albedo
November 19th
My love,
Today marks the end to my good humor; the first snow has fallen on Mondstadt. Snow always makes me think of Master, but lately, her memory has been irritating me. Perhaps that’s why we argued today.
I wish I could make you see my thoughts, love. You need to know I do not act out of a desire to upset you. In fact, it is quite the opposite. I only want to protect you. I wish I could hold you to my chest and never let go, but I know such things are impossible.
Yours,
Albedo
December 31st
My love,
In every one of these writings, I hope you see my utter devotion to you. My feelings for you will never falter, no matter the situation we are put in. Does this clear up what I think of you?
