💙🦔 Snuggling into warm purrs and the comforting scent of home
💙🦔 Curling up with them in bed to rest, holding them close and tight
💙🦔 Sharing snacks together while sharing stories and highlights of your day
💙🦔 The bonus of hearing their heartbeat and purring as you're lulled to sleep
Bonus: waking up to the warmth of them as dawn settles in around you, how adorable their morning voice is, and how clingy they are while begging you to stay for five more minutes with them 🥺🥺🥺
It's cute, he admits, the way that Haoyu's breath hitches when Xingqiu threw his legs over his friend's as they draped themselves on the divan in Xingqiu's bedroom. Haoyu doesn't do anything but glance up at Xingqiu with a wide-eyed look that Xingqiu meets with a cheeky smile. "Is this okay?" He asks, his voice in that same tone it takes every time he feels like teasing, one that he knows Haoyu is familiar with.
When Haoyu nods and manages a squeaky affirmative of sorts, Xingqiu laughs, and he assumes that's the end of it.
title: saccharine
pairing(s): Albedo/Haoyu
warnings: very mild aphrodisiac but it's fade to black so dw 🙂↕️
summary: after pesting Albedo about a new concoction he's making, Haoyu gets to try it out. he expects a lot of crazy, possibly deadly side effects, but the biggest side effect ends up being affection.
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Albedo is focused on a new alchemical concoction. It's white and swirled with bits of gold as he stirs it, staring at it so intensely that it almost seems like he can't be distracted by anything.
That isn't true, of course. Haoyu, his favorite distraction, stands next to him with his hands on Albedo's thigh as he whines and pouts. "Bedo, let me try it! Please? Can I please try it? I promise I'll be okay, whatever it is!"
Albedo glances at his pleading form for a second, his bright blue eyes shifting minutely, before looking back to his potion with a small sigh. "I suppose if you did die," He says, "you'd just come back to life again. Come here."
Excited, Haoyu climbs his way onto Albedo's lap and settles in facing him. He wonders what kind of side effects this one might have. Dizziness? Lethargy? Too much energy? Vomiting? He could even die, like Albedo said. He can hardly wait as the alchemist picks up the beaker and holds it to Haoyu's lips. "Drink slowly, please."
Haoyu obeys and lets Albedo tip the liquid into his mouth. It's a little thick, but for once the texture isn't grainy. The main thing he notices is that it's sweet.
There's hints of honey or sweet flower nectar, vanilla, even caramel. The flavors swirl together perfectly and combine to make a decadent taste that most professional confectioners could only dream of creating. When Albedo takes the beaker away and lets Haoyu lick his lips, he's smiling sweetly enough to give his concoction a run for its money.
"What do you think of it? No specific ingredients overwhelm the overall taste?" His question feels less like scientific a one and more like something a chef would ask.
Even so, the fresh memory of that delicious mouthful makes Haoyu's smile match Albedo's in its brightness. "It's delicious. What's this one supposed to do?"
"That's a good question." Albedo sits the beaker down and dips one gloved finger into it, bringing it to Haoyu's lips for another taste as he explains. "In all honesty, I wasn't concerned with giving this mixture a specific, helpful purpose. I simply wanted to make something that you'd enjoy. In that sense, you could say that it's 'supposed' to make someone happy."
To make someone happy; what a noble pursuit. Haoyu hums appreciatively as he licks up the last bits of that sweet liquid on Albedo's glove, watching with glee as Albedo's usually cool expression cracks with a slight blush. How lucky is Haoyu, to love and be loved by someone like Albedo?
"If that's your goal, you've passed with flying colors! You even made it with all my favorite sweets. The only thing this could lose to is you yourself." Really, Haoyu could praise his beloved's thoughtfulness all day, especially if he gets to see more of the way Albedo's blush spreads to the tips of his ears with every genuine, saccharine word.
Once Albedo really can't take anymore of Haoyu's kindness, he takes his hand back and places both on Haoyu's thighs, effectively shutting him up. Though he was the one who was embarrassed originally, now he looks up at Haoyu with something akin to mischief. "As much as I appreciate the kind words, I'd like it even more if you told me how you feel currently. Though it wasn't necessarily intended, there may still be some side effects."
Haoyu cocks his head to the side. How could there be side effects to something meant only to taste sweet? As he searches his memory, trying to recall any possible effects from the ingredients he just tasted, he notices that in addition to his good mood, he feels a bit… warmer than usual.
That's when it clicks. Vanilla. Of course. It's rare to find vanilla concentrated enough for that effect to really show up, but Albedo likes to accomplish the impossible. Why wouldn't he be able to get his hands on something like that?
Albedo notices the moment Haoyu realizes it and laughs into his hand. "It seems there might be one side effect?" He teases, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"You're lucky you're pretty," Haoyu huffs, but he can't help smiling again even though he's a little irritated. It's not that he doesn't like when they use potions like this, it's just that Albedo's acting a little too smug for someone who's going to have to take responsibility for however long this effect will last. Haoyu steadies himself by remembering that he won't be the only one affected by the end of this.
But judging by the way Albedo presses his thumbs into the meat of Haoyu's thighs in slow circles, still gazing at Haoyu in that obviously fond way that makes Haoyu's heart skip a beat, he doesn't seem to mind all that much. "Lucky indeed. Of course, for my own safety, I did make sure it isn't as intense or long-lasting as our usual concoctions. It's just enough for a little fun. Consider it another part of my original intent to make you happy."
How thorough of him. Haoyu can't argue with that, not that he particularly wants to. His already slight irritation gets smoothed out even further with every press of Albedo's thumbs.
Leaning in close, Haoyu meets Albedo's fondness with something more heated, bringing his own hands up to toy with the gold clasps on Albedo's coat. "I suppose I should reward your thoughtfulness, then. Any objections to that?"
One of Albedo's hands leaves Haoyu's thigh to rest on his wrist, bringing Haoyu's delicate fingers up to the star on his neck instead.
"None whatsoever. If anything, this reward will be even sweeter than what I've given you."
Every selfshipper with f/os or characters they wish were f/os in media they wouldn't touch with a 5 foot pole, you have my condolences and I understand completely
I create F/O imagines ranging from sweet and fluffy to dark and fucked up. I'm proship (anti censorship, anti harassment, ship and let ship) so if you don't like that, you can leave and find another imagines blog that's to your liking. It's a waste of everyone's time to harass someone when you can simply block or ignore them.
Every imagine here only applies to fictional characters, not real people. I don't condone any fucked up stuff said here in real life.
Tags for types of posts:
#Wonderful Imagines 🌈☀️
#Heart of a Child 🧸⏳️ (age regression related imagines)
#Non Imagines (includes the following)
—#Lovely Asks 💌 (positive asks, questions, etc.)
—#Rotting Asks 🥀 (hate asks/hate anons)
#Dying Doves 🕊💀 (dead dove don't eat, includes the following)
Shoutout to nonhuman F/Os. F/Os that are robots. Ones that are more animal than person or even not a person at all. Ones that are fictional objects. Shoutout to dragons and monsters and concepts and fictional worlds that you've grown attached to and feel that your dedication is more than just a normal interest.
💙 you and your f/o frequent the racing track. Maybe its for fun, or even if it's professional level, you two often find tensions heat up at every possible turn
🩵 Seems like no matter what your placing is, they are always nearby, all but weaving between you and fellow racers just out of your line of sight, but you always can tell when they hang behind you
💙 This time theres a wild bet on the line, loser gives 1st place a strip tease; right there on the track
🩵 So tensions rage much hotter in the shining sun as you fight to keep sight of your f/o at all as they drift right on into first.....leaving you several places below them as 2nd, 3rd, and even 4th and 5th places rocket ahead of you....!
💙 You just barely manage to scrape into the top 10.....swiping 9th place.
🩵 So its not really a surprise that your f/o might be fighting harder than normal not to snicker and be far too cocky about it.
💙 Maybe they even tease you about it, asking if you were.....distracted? Maybe even saying you lost on purpose
🩵 No matter how badly—or how well,conversely—they hide their smugness about winning, eventually, their coy eyes trace the view of your racing attire.
💙 "So...about that bet" they grin, as you roll your eyes. Their breath hitches as they watch the way your fingers clasp the zipper, their eyes locking in on the flesh you choose to display, feasting on the view as more and more is shown to their waiting eyes
🩵......So when you two linger well after sunset, your racing attire half hanging onto your body while you, specifically, hang onto your f/o as they take you on the track, is it really any wonder why? Why the tension finally snapped between you two? Leading to you two racing to a different finish line, the thum of your passionate hearts burning in your ears. 😏
f/o who is so in love with you but they're kinda "bad" at showing it because they're not used to the feeling ... f/o who shows their affection for you in strange yet endearing ways ... f/o learning the loving acts you respond most positively to ... f/o figuring out how to do this whole Love Thing for the first time because of you ... 💛
