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Albedo appreciation art
i miss this guy.
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(Shattered) Hopes and (Broken) Dreams
Genshin Impact
⚠️Warning: Major Character Death⚠️
Tags: Albedo-centric, corruption, time loops/dreams, Lumine is the Traveler
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"Albedo! Look, look!"
"What's this?"
"A Windblume crown!"
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The windblume festival is here.
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➣ the kiss bet
for @stellumi ‘s webtoon collab! check out the other fics here -> genshintoon
pairing: ajax (childe), albedo, thoma x gn!reader
word count: 9K
summary: the last year of high school brings new friends, new experiences, and new crushes. unfortunately or not your trusty best friend ajax is dead set on helping you with all of that. inspired by the kiss bet on webtoon (high school au)
notes from lee: so uh i have never written anything this long and i struggled with it a lot. i also felt immensely guilty for not being able to finish it sooner so i just didn’t write anything else for about 4 months BUT it’s finished and it may not be my best work but i’m proud that i cranked out something so long :))
It’s an uneventful day, to you at least. Ajax however seems to be having the time of his life screaming his head off and wishing you a happy birthday. Yes, it was time for the big 1-8, the number that marked you as an ‘adult’ even if you would still be coddled by the world. You made your way down the steps to the subway, following Ajax as he continued to tease you.
“Grown Adult (Y/n), who hasn’t even had their first kiss yet.” He starts walking backward so you can see him stick his tongue out at you, an immature gesture that seemed to describe Ajax as a whole.
You however weren’t having it tonight, after years of his relentless torture, it felt that now was an opportune time to bite back, “Yeah? So what, just because an opportunity has never come up for me to kiss-”
Ajax seems to suddenly be right in your face, a smirk still plastered on his face as his eyes flit down to your lips. You can’t escape the heat that rises to your cheeks at his proximity. “So you’re saying if you had an opportunity you would take it? How about I give you one right now.”
He only seems to be getting closer, but he suddenly jerks away. Laughing at you now as he watches you incoherently babble. “Ew, I’m not talking about me, I’m making a bet, go ask if you can kiss the guy over there. I’ll give you $5 if you’re not too chicken.”
It takes a second to register his words and to even see the boy he’s talking about, “What the hell,” you punch him on the arm, and he rubs it as if actually hurt, “five whole dollars? Are you out of cash or something because that’s a lowball number even for you. I’m not a chicken, I just don’t think it’s worth–”
“Fine, $50 right here,” he cuts you off, but when he turns to look at you, you’re already off to ask this stranger to kiss you. He looks on, surprised because normally you never took his bets. Maybe your surge of confidence had something to do with your birthday.
You approach the sleeping man and to your luck, he seems to not be completely ugly, in fact, he’s kind of handsome. He looks so serene with his headphones in and his ash-blond hair seems to be perfectly in place despite the way he’s rested against the wall. You grab his shoulder to shake him awake gently.
His eyes start to flutter open and they’re a pretty shade of teal, such a color you’ve never seen in someone’s eyes before. His eyes seem to bore into you and you’ve become so entranced by how cute this stranger is that you almost forget why you’re here in the first place.
“Can I kiss you?” It comes out much less confident than you had hoped, but the hard part is done.
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You wash your dish from breakfast and can’t help but think back to last night.
The boy’s face seems to crinkle up, and he looks up at your looming figure, “No, what kind of freak asks a stranger for a kiss?” You move back in embarrassment, but the fact was that he was completely right. His outstretched legs tangle with yours, resulting in you landing on your butt as the ash-blond boy pushes past you to get to the subway.
God, talk about embarrassing yourself. Asking a stranger for a kiss all in the name of winning a bet wasn't like you. Subway boy, as you had dubbed him, even called you a freak, which you guess was deserved though. It couldn’t get worse though, except it could.
“You’re going to be late for school at the pace you’re washing those dishes,” your dad chimes in from the table. He sits, feet rested on the table, leisurely reading the paper and not paying you much attention.
You rush to dry your hands before snatching the backpack that rests on the table and hurriedly leaving out the door.
Of course, your ginger-haired nightmare is standing outside the door, waiting to harass you. “May I have the pleasure of walking you to school this morning, Your Highness?”
Instantly suspicious, you interrogate him, “What’s wrong with you? And why are you here? Did you really wake up early to come here?”
“Can I not offer my dear friend company as you walk to school?” You look at him crossing your arms with a knowing look. He puts his hands up in lock surrender, “Maybe I was here to get you to pay up your $50, you know?”
“Idiot, don’t talk about that here! My neighbors will think I’m doing drugs or something.” You start to push him down the hallway towards the elevator. You wave hello to the middle-aged man who lives across the hall. He’s returning from a late-night shift, the dark circles proof enough.
Ajax only shrugs his shoulders with a soft hum and lets you push him.
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Your teacher drones on, his lecture on something chemistry-related but it goes in one ear and out the other. “Psst, I heard you almost had your first kiss last night~” Hu Tao, not so quietly, whispers across the row of desks. Ajax, who sits behind you, snickers and then kicks your chair.
You whip around to stare him down, but your teacher interrupts that, “(L/n) talking during my lecture again? I’ll see you after school.” He continues like he didn’t just absolutely humiliate you in front of the whole glass. You slump in your seat, even less inclined to pay attention now. You cross your arms with a huff and glower at the clock, counting down the minutes until you were free.
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“You are aware of our grades this semester, aren’t you?” Your science teacher looks at you as you nod your head, but refuse to make eye contact. “It’s your final year and you need this science class to graduate.” He lets out a long sigh, perturbed with your current situation. You grab at the material covering your legs, grasping it tightly like it’s going to leave, embarrassment seeping out once again.
“Listen, I don’t want you to fail so I’ve got someone willing to tutor you for the remainder of the year. His name is Albedo, he’s a new transfer but he’s supposed to be a real whiz in his studies. Hopefully, he can help you out.” It felt stupid to have to be talked to like this. It wasn’t your fault stoichiometry, balancing equations was hard. Still, you mumble out ‘thanks’ before taking your leave.
As soon as you walk out of the room, your phone rings. It’s your dad worrying about why you haven’t come home yet, your grades, just about anything and everything he can worry about. “Don’t worry Dad, I’ll be home in 10 minutes. I love you, bye.”
As soon as you hang up you see a familiar head of ash blond hair. you can’t help but feel the embarrassment that comes with seeing the boy from the subway, the memory of what happened last night still on the forefront of your mind.
You keep your distance and try to make it seem like you were not following him. (And really don’t mean to follow him, you’re just trying to make your way home.) It's only when he walks in the door to your apartment complex that you might start to get a little curious.
He gets in the elevator and the display sign shows your floor, meaning he lives on the same floor as you, not even just the same apartment complex but the same floor. You take the stairs in a desperate attempt to see just what room he could be in and to your utter despair he walks into the apartment right across from yours.
It seems that there is just no outliving your embarrassing experience from last night when the biggest reminder now lives across from you.
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Someone knocks on the door and you open it reluctantly. Your hood is pulled up and strings tied in a bow to keep the hood secured around your face. Thankfully it’s only Ayaka with a bag of food from her family’s restaurant in hand. You grab her hand and yank her through the doorway before anyone can see.
“You know that I can’t leave the house! Much less do I want anyone, especially you know who, to see me!”
“Come on (Y/n), he’s not Voldemort. And I can’t stay, my brother has me on delivery duty today so I just came to drop some food off if you won’t leave the house.”
You’ve already opened the bag to find your favorite, eagerly chowing down before answering Ayaka with a half-full mouth, “Oh. Tell ‘yato I said thanks. Now get going delivery girl.” you drag her out the door the same way you dragged her in. “Bye, thanks, I love you!” you shout down the hall.
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“Ajax,” you groan as you walk into the classroom, “I need the homework, pretty please.” Before he can answer, you’re swiping the papers off his desk.
He grabs them back just as quick “Ah, that’s $50, and what would you do in your room all weekend if you didn’t come hang out with me?”
You try and force it out of his hands but his grip is much stronger than your own, “Did you want to make that $75?”
You grab the wad of cash out of your pocket and slam it on his desk. Grabbing the papers and copying down the homework before your teacher could collect it.
Ajax leans his chair against your desk in a way you know any teacher would scold him for and tell the horrific story of some kid they once had. He counts the paper money slowly and out loud, you shove the part of the chair that rests against your desk causing him to fall to the floor. He lets out an exaggerated groan, claiming you’ve killed him.
The teacher walks in and suddenly Ajax is fine. You’re still trying to finish copying his homework, but your teacher’s announcement piques your interest. “We have a new transfer student joining today. Tell us a little bit about yourself.”
Your head whips up because surely it couldn’t be the subway boy, right? Ajax laughs from behind you, knowing exactly what you were thinking.
You’re about to go back to writing but the transfer student starts speaking, “Um hi! I’m Thoma. I just moved over here, and I look forward to getting to know all of you.” He gives a close-eyed smile to the class and you can just feel your heart melt, along with several others in the class.
He takes the desk right in front of you, and just before he sits down he turns and says a bashful hello to you.
Ajax kicks your chair, whisper-yelling at you to return his homework, but you’re too enthralled in Thoma’s charm to care.
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Ajax spends the rest of the day trying to figure out what about Thoma has everyone fawning over him. Maybe it was his stupid blond hair, green eyes, and a nice smile, but he had looks too! Who doesn't like redheads with freckles?
Apparently not you, because he’s sitting listening to you as you talk about your week plus all the times Thoma talked to you, or even looked at you.
He rolls his eyes for probably the umpteenth time, “ Blah blah blah Thoma days and Thoma that. We get it, you like Thoma. Now can we please go do something?”
“‘Jax it’s Tuesday and I’m meeting my chem tutor today. And please stop acting like you did not just thirst over our teacher, you know that one.”
“What? It was a joke!” He still blushes red as he tries to convince you that he was indeed not attracted to your history teacher.
He reluctantly lets you get to your tutoring session after you admit that he does not have the hots for Mr. Zhongli.
The library is eerily quiet as you make your way to the back where the study rooms are. You’re supposed to meet him in room four, but when you look through the little window on the door you see a familiar face. As if the whole of Celestia was cursing you, it’s none other than subway boy.
You text the number your teacher had given you for the tutor just to make sure that subway boy was supposed to be your tutor. Sure enough, he picks up his phone and texts you back but it is indeed room four. Just your luck.
Still entirely embarrassed you can’t convince yourself to go in without a disguise of course. He is not allowed to recognize you as the stranger who tried to kiss him on the subway in the name of a bet.
You wrap the scarf you keep in your bag for cold days and put a pair of sunglasses on, hopeful that it will obscure your identity for just a little longer. Subway boy, or Albedo as your teacher had told you, gives you a quizzical look as you walk in but says nothing.
And as much as you want to hate him for your previous encounter, he is nothing but kind and understanding while he thoroughly helps you with the chemistry homework you’ve been assigned. He never gets mad that you don’t understand something, but instead tries to break it down into a way that you do understand.
“We’ll meet again on Thursday. You already have my number, so if you need any further help don’t hesitate to text me.” He nods and leaves the room quickly.
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“I’m telling you, the universe is out to embarrass me and turn me into a lonely cat parent.” You walk alongside Ajax, the pair of you making your way to Wanmin Restaurant. Even if you had teased him about going out on a Tuesday, you still took him up on his offer to treat you to dinner. (Even if it is your money.)
The two of you are back to laughing and poking fun at one another in a way you hadn’t been able to in a while. It just reminds you that Ajax really is your best friend.
You can’t help but laugh as he’s trying his hardest to use the provided set of chopsticks to eat his weird combo of seafood. His tongue is already out and trying to catch what he had wound around the singular chopstick, but at your laughter, he turns and pokes his tongue out farther if possible. With his concentration on you, the food precariously balanced drops onto his lap, sending you into another bout of laughter.
His ears are tinged red in embarrassment, refusing to make eye contact with you, “Shut up it's not that funny, (Y/n). At least I’m not a coward who refuses to face their tutor while not in disguise.”
You gasp, putting a hand on your chest, “Take it back. I so totally could, but I’ve decided to save Albedo from the shock of revealing who I really am.”
“A clown?” He gives you an unimpressed look before continuing, “And like the guy even remembers, you’re not very memorable.”
“Rude. I was planning on asking you to go to the school festival with me, maybe I’ll just ask Thoma.” You place your hand under your chin pretending to think about it.
Ajax calls you on your bluff immediately, “Ha, as if! You can barely speak one word to him, much less ask him out.”
“That smells like a bet to me.” You give a look that you most likely stole from him, a smirk and raised brows.
He rolls his eyes at you, “Come on, that's my line. And you should settle for something more reasonable like apologizing to Albedo for trying to kiss him on the subway. Plus I’m sick of trying to take your money, I know you’re out of cash.”
You stick your hand out, “Well do we have a bet?”
He sighs loudly, like the drama queen he is, and shakes your hand, “You’re on.”
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It’s Thursday afternoon, meaning it’s time for your tutoring session with Albedo. Ajax sits with you in the room until he shows up, laughing at your same disguise as before. Ajax gives you a look and wiggles his eyebrows as he walks out.
“Did you do the balancing equations worksheet I gave you?” He‘s a straight-to-business person, which makes you start to doubt your ability to bring up the topic.
You nod and bring out the paper, “I was actually hoping to talk to you about something before we started.”
“Regarding the assignment I gave you?” He looks at you, somewhat impatiently. Clearly wanting to start already.
“Uh no, it’s about,” you hesitate on how to word your sentence so he cuts you off.
“Well, then it can wait for after the session.” His words leave no room for debate so you shut up for now.
He guides you through the more difficult part of the equations where you have to convert units and remember what element is for each abbreviation.
Albedo starts to put away his papers, “You’re starting to get it. When you actually apply yourself, you do well.”
“Thank you?” The backhanded compliment takes you by surprise, momentarily distracting you from what you need to talk to him about. “Hey, Albedo, so uh you said I could talk to you after the session, right?”
He’s already standing by the door and about to leave, but he turns and nods his head allowing you to continue.
“So you know when there was that time at the subway station where a stranger asked to kiss you? That was me and I’m so sorry about that, it was a bet and it’s so awkward and I feel really bad. So this is me apologizing and clearing my concise.” You leave out the part that this is also a bet, still, it feels good to finally get it out.
“Oh. I was well aware of that fact quite a while ago. There was no need to bring it up again, I’ve since forgotten about it.” He shows no emotion and waits for a response, when you don’t say anything he starts talking again, “If that’s all then I’ll be taking my leave. See you again on Tuesday, (Y/n). Don’t forget to do the problems I gave you.”
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“Something about him just deeply irritates me! He’s always so emotionless, he’s like uh… what are those fake humans from that one show called? Homunculus! Like a robot or something and it's just ugh,” you rant to Ayaka over the phone. You felt bad for complaining to Ajax all the time so you decided to bother a different friend today.
“Have you perhaps tried getting to know him outside of tutoring? He may be like that only at school you know.” Of course, Ayaka would give out such a polite suggestion, still, she wasn’t exactly wrong. But Albedo seemed to disappear from the school grounds as soon as he could.
“I think I’m done talking about him so let’s change the subject. There’s another transfer too! He’s really cute, his name is Thoma, and he’s a total dreamboat!” You gush to Ayaka over the phone.
“Thoma, with blond hair, green eyes, and his favorite color is red?” Ayaka paused to wait for your confirmation. You hum over the line, and she gasps in shock. You hear something crash and Ayaka’s voice comes out from much farther away, a meek ’sorry’ before she picks up the phone again. “I know Thoma! He used to go to my school and we had some classes together so I know full well how charming he can be.”
You stay on the phone with Ayaka probably much longer than you should, letting the light disappear from the sky before you reluctantly say goodbye.
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You stifle another yawn behind your hand, still tired from staying up late to chat your night away with Ayaka.
One of your classmates stands at the front of the room, you think her name is Keqing, and is trying to recruit more students for the Visual Arts Club.
“As you know there’s the school festival coming up and we would like to showcase our members’ art. But we haven't had many people sign up this year so we’re recruiting beforehand to make sure there’s art on display.” Almost everyone in the room looks disinterested and Keqing can tell, “Art is of course not limited to just painting, we have supplies for pottery, embroidery, or any other form of art you’d like to try your hand at.”
Still lacking interest Keqing voices her hidden card, ”We offer cords for graduating seniors even if this is your first year in the club.”
Seeing people lift their heads gives the purple-haired girl a boost of confidence, “If you’re interested please raise your hand and Ganyu will give you the information pamphlet.”
You already were slightly interested in the club before, but seeing Thoma raise his hand in front of you cemented your want to join the club. However, you weren't the only one who would join just because of a pretty boy.
Seeing the number of hands that were raised, Keqing announces that there will be an application form put out soon if people are really interested.
The bell rings and everyone is quick to shuffle out of the room. You linger for a minute to let all the people out while you wait for Ajax. You stand by the door, rocking on your heels as the ginger takes his sweet time packing his bag.
In your waiting, you don’t even notice the other boy approaching you. “Hi (Y/n)! Where are you heading next?” You jolt, completely surprised, and the mild-mannered boy is quick to apologize, “I’m so sorry, I thought you had seen me! I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
He places his hands on your shoulders, trying to calm you. Though your heart is racing for an entirely different reason. Thoma’s worry has you spellbound; swooning and screaming happening simultaneously in your heart.
After quelling Thoma’s concern you answer his question, “I’m heading to English over in the 200’s hall. What class do you have?” You start to walk out of the classroom with him, not wanting to be in the way.
“That’s crazy, I’m heading over there too for Home EC. Mind if I walk you to your class?” Thoma looks over to you with a smile, waiting for your permission.
There’s no reason for you to deny him, but as soon as you open your mouth someone is objecting to your would-have-been moment with Thoma. “Sorry, hot stuff, but I’m already walking this one to class. You’re more than welcome to join us, but we have the first two classes of the day together so it’s kinda a tradition.” Ajax’s voice is so phony that you’re sure Thoma can see through it too.
“Ah, I didn’t mean to interrupt that! So sorry.” Thoma apologizes and stays silent, but he doesn’t make a move to walk the long way around instead of opting to keep stride with Ajax and yourself.
Your stupid friend still has his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and if you weren’t so worried about making a scene you’d shove it off and angry walk away.
“So the two of you are dating, right?” The question is sudden and catches the pair of you off guard.
Only now does Ajax’s arm return, but only in favor to position his arms in a big X, “Nope. No way in Teyvat would I date them.” He leaves it at that, assuming it needs no explanation.
And it doesn’t, but you do wish he would elaborate. I mean what was so horrible about you that he wouldn’t date you?
You’ve tuned out whatever conversation has been happening between the two. When you arrive Thoma says a quick goodbye before he heads to his own class.
When Thoma turns the corner you grab Ajax’s ear and start to scold him like an angry parent. “What possessed you to interrupt the one moment I got alone with him? There’s no need for you to go around embarrassing me for no reason! It’s not all about you, I don’t have to be around you every waking moment. I don’t interrupt you every time you decide to flirt with someone, so why can’t you do the same? Archons, you’re beyond infuriating.”
“Oh, are you dealing with a ghost possession? I can be of help! There’s an exorcism circle in the girls' bathroom already so if you’d like to get this done quickly…” Hu Tao trails off, but only because both you and Ajax are giving her glares. “Right then. You both have my card if you find yourself in need of my services.”
You let go of his ear but he doesn’t back away. “I really don’t see why you’re putting some guy above our friendship, I thought we were best friends. You’re trying so hard to be around him that you abandon everyone else. If he doesn’t see you for who you are then what’s the point? Do you want to spend your time chasing after him? It’s ridiculous, we’ve been through plenty together but if you want to ditch this,” he motions between the two of you, ”for Mr. Perfect then be my guest.” He crosses his arms and pouts like an upset toddler.“Not like you’d have a chance anyway,” he mumbles under his breath. He huffs angrily and stalks into the classroom.
You only roll your eyes and take your seat next to him. If he wanted to be melodramatic he could do it on his own.
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“It may not be my place to ask, but is something wrong? You’ve been rather distracted during today’s session.” Albedo asks at the end of your tutoring session.
You didn’t want to bring up the fact your friend has ignored you for 4 days so you opted for a half-truth to satisfy him. “I’m just a bit worried about my application for the Visual Arts Club, there were a lot of other people submitting so I just hope I get in.”
“I wasn’t aware you had an interest in art. Do you have a particular preference for the form you work with?” He packs up his bag, but still listens attentively to your answer.
“Well, I'm not overly artistic and would label myself as more of an ’art appreciator’. I do want to take up pottery if I get in, though!” You express to Albedo, actually excited at the prospect of making art.
The boy gives you a soft smile that you fail to see as you walk out of the library together. “Would you like to walk home together? We do live in the same apartment complex after all.”
It feels weird to see him outside the school and even more to think he was talking about something unrelated to science. You nod your head, happy to actually have made progress in bonding with Albedo. “Wait, how do you know that?”
“You are not very stealthy, I saw you following me home some time ago. I’ve also seen you leave for school in the morning. We were bound to find out sooner or later.” He tells you offhandedly. He’s silent for the rest of the trip, only making smart remarks to you when he sees fit.
It’s like a switch was flipped, and Albedo is back to his blunt personality without an ounce of mindfulness for his words. Seems it’s back to square one for bonding with Albedo.
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The document is already sitting on your desk as you walk into your first class of the day. You grab the paper and start to read it as you sit in your seat. “Addressed to (Y/n) (L/n), your interest in the Visual Arts Club is greatly appreciated. As such, you are invited to attend the meeting for first-time members today, promptly after school in room 412.”
Thoma turns around seeing you got a similar paper, “I’ll see you there then, yeah?” You hum in agreement, words not properly forming in your brain. You cannot wait.
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Despite your earlier feelings of excitement, you stand in front of the designated room, too nervous to go in.
You hear a familiar sigh from behind you, “I figured this would happen. Come on, Keqing doesn’t like people who aren’t punctual.” Albedo places a hand on your shoulder and leads you to the doorway you had been hesitant to walk through.
You turn back to look at him with furrowed brows and a questioning stare, but Albedo cuts you off before you can even start. “You’re already late, I’ll answer your questions later.”
Albedo opens the door and ushers you inside to all the other people already sitting in a half-circle. You smile and wave nervously, hardly recognizing any of the faces in front of you.
Keqing loudly clears her throat, obviously irritated at you for interrupting. “Let me start again for the members who were late,” she tells the room, accompanied by a harsh glare directed at you.
It’s all too easy to zone out of Keqing’s lecture, unfortunately. Her strict demeanor adds to the uncomfortable feeling of being in a class rather than a club. Though you stay strong in hopes of trying to get close to Thoma.
You hear her ask for you to pair up and get to know the other members in the room and instantly your eyes shift over to Thoma. His emerald eyes meet yours and he smiles brightly.
Thoma moves over to the newly vacant seat next to you, still beaming. He greets you, but there’s an awkward silence that overcomes the air. You knew what you wanted to say, but in fear of messing up in front of Thoma, you twiddle your thumbs.
He’s just as awkward as you are and he begins rambling, “Uh well, I applied for the art club because I really enjoy it! My preferred medium is probably embroidery or other needlework. I do like knitting too, though I mostly make sweaters for the animals at the Hananizaka Shelter! I guess I’m mostly here for inspiration and maybe pick up a new way to do art!” He ends excitedly, and you’re hanging off of every word he says. You’re thoroughly convinced that Thoma is some Celestia-sent being that is perfect, how else could he be good-looking, tall, and nice?
You reciprocate his energy, telling him your reasons for joining the club, not mentioning that he was a key factor in your decision. Thoma pays avid attention to you while you speak, even asking you questions. The two of you find it easy to talk now, chatting away until interrupted.
Keqing calls to adjourn the meeting, asking for all of you to return the next day to start on the festival display project that she’ll talk about tomorrow.
Thoma stands up before offering you a hand up. You take it, completely flustered by the gesture and unsuspecting of his next words. “Can I walk you home? It’s not too late yet, but I’d feel better knowing you got home safe,” he tells you, accompanied by a lopsided smile that tells you that he isn’t aware of its effect on you.
You feel your hand become clammy in his hold, indefinitely more flustered now. Taking your hand quickly out of his grasp, you wipe it on your pant leg. You hope to answer somewhat coherently when you start talking, “That’s so nice of you, but I wouldn’t want you to go out of your way for me!”
“Nonsense! I’d seriously be happy to walk you home.” You’re about to decline once again, feeling bad that he would offer to possibly go all the way across town, but then Thoma pulls out the puppy dog eyes. “Please, I insist.”
Your resolve crumbles quickly under his gaze. Sighing deeply, you nod yes, not knowing how you would have the heart to say no to him before. He smiles brightly at you, and there’s an evident pep in his step as you walk through the hallway with him.
The pair of you make your way to the subway station, the same one where you had asked Albedo to — you shake your head, trying not to think back to your most embarrassing moment.
Your train doesn’t come in for another 10 minutes, so you go to the little corner shop you usually visit when you wait. Thoma follows you wordlessly as he has for the majority of the walk to the station. Yet as soon as he steps into the shop, he’s easily chatting with the boy behind the counter.
You feel almost awkward in their presence, maybe forgotten was a better phrase. It seemed all too easy for Thoma to talk to a stranger when he had hardly spoken to you in the 15 minutes it took to get here!
Trying to NOT overthink the situation, you chalk it up to him being nervous. Though why would he suddenly be nervous around you when he was fine to ramble on about his interests earlier? Had you done something wrong after leaving school?
Thoma shoves some pre-packaged food into your hands, something you wouldn’t have picked otherwise, and bids the cashier goodbye. He motions his head towards the tracks, “We better hurry, don’t wanna miss your route.”
Sure enough, it's your subway with the doors open and people filtering in and out. You half-heartedly jog to the train and barely make it through the closing doors.
There are many more people on board than you are used to. A quick glance at the time on your phone tells you that most are on their way home from a day at work. The compartment is so crowded that you’re forced to stand and grab up at the overhead handholds.
You wrap your wrist into a strap and sway along with the movement of the subway. Thoma stands within close proximity, so close that each time you sway near him you could count the number of eyelashes he has. There’s a clear tinge of red on his cheeks that climbs up to the tips of his ears and down his neck. You’d like to believe that it’s because he likes you, as well, but it could also be how hot and stuffy the subway car is.
With nothing better to do you open up your phone to message Ajax. Your thumbs move quickly, but you delete most of the rambling you’ve written. You decide on a short text to ask about his wrestling practice. And you send another one asking if he wants the food Thoma got you since he was like a food vacuum after practices. Maybe he’d text you back this time.
You swipe out and scroll around your apps until you hear your stop called. Thankfully you didn’t live too far from the station, so you don’t have to bear the silence much longer.
You arrive at the bottom of your apartment complex and turn to Thoma. “Well, this is me!” You chuckle and rock on your heels, “Thanks so much for walking me home. Get home safely too.”
“This is kinda surprising, but I actually live here too.” He reaches one arm behind him to scratch at his neck. “I haven’t taken the subway since moving over here, and you got off the stop I’m supposed to take when I don’t have a ride. It was even crazier to find we live in the same apartment complex since there are several in the area. So I’m glad, I guess, to find out that we live so close. I mean, you’ve helped me tremendously in adjusting to our school even though it’s our last year. I owe you a lot (Y/n), thank you.”
Suddenly you feel silly for thinking you had done something wrong earlier, clearly, he had been mulling over those words. It’s not easy to come out and say things like that, which is, probably, why he’s left you speechless.
You make a noise of acknowledgment and flash Thoma a thumbs up. “Of course, no problem!” You turn to the doors leading into the building and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.
Thoma doesn’t say anything, but even if he had, you’re sure that you wouldn’t have heard it. Your body moves on auto-pilot, all the way until you shut the door to your apartment.
“Holy Archons,” you breathe out, trying to fully process all the events that had transpired today.
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You feel bad for yawning while Keqing is trying to introduce something related to the school festival and with the information overload she’s giving, it’s hard. Even with all that she’s talking about, you still get the gist. Everyone is required to have some sort of art piece to present at the upcoming school festival. She goes on about the other components regarding the stand and sign-ups for running it.
When Keqing is satisfied with the schedule she has laid out, you stand and stretch. She had encouraged newer members to start creating as soon as possible to have something to display. Luckily you had some idea of what you wanted to do.
There are blocks of pre-cut clay next to the potter’s wheel. You remember using clay to create little cups or dishes in elementary school, and you hadn’t had the opportunity to use a wheel since it was very rudimentary.
“If you need help, I’m more than happy to offer my assistance,” Albedo speaks from behind you, scaring you half to death. He’s wearing a dirty smock and his usual half-up half-down hairstyle. He looks surprisingly at home, dare you say relaxed. “I recall you telling me you’d like to take up pottery.”
“Yeah, I’m not clueless, but I probably need some direction, so my piece turns out halfway decent,” you joke. Albedo hands you a smock and motions to the stool in front of the wheel.
“Since you haven’t thrown clay before, the best way to learn is by going through the motions. The easiest way to do that is if you place your hands atop mine as I sculpt, and then you can start to get the feel for it.” Albedo explains gently, using the same tone he had when tutoring you.
Albedo stands right behind you, practically pressed into your back so he can easily reach around you to the wheel. He looks down at you as soon as he starts the wheel and places his hands on the lump of clay, a silent asking for you to put your hands on top of his. You let your hands hover above Albedo’s, scared to actually put any extra weight onto the clay.
The blond sighs loudly before taking your hands and putting them directly on the clay with his hands over your own. “If you’re not going to commit then you won’t learn. Don’t be afraid to fail either because that is part of the process.”
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You stare over the pot of rice and the seafood cut on the chopping board. You’d planned on making apology sushi for Ajax. Keyword: planned. This is the third time you’ve tried to roll the rice (and all the ingredients) into a neat log shape, but it keeps coming out uneven or falling apart when you try to cut it.
As much as you’d love to give up, the look on Ajax’s face will be better. The days that he has ignored you have been the worst, totally bland without him to annoy you. So you’ve come up with the perfect plan to get him to stop his silent treatment.
(Y/n)’s Brilliant Plan to Become Friends with Ajax Again (YBPBFAA for short)
Bring him a Tupperware of his favorite sushi to his wrestling match
Cheer him on during his matches using the ‘Go Ajax!’ poster you made
Apologize for upsetting him and for not being a good friend
Everything goes back to normal and he talks to you again :))
With your brilliant plan in place, Ajax was sure to forgive you!
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The mats had already been rolled out in preparation for wrestling matches. Other schools were beginning to show up and fill the bleachers with wrestlers too. But you had one goal, find Ajax before his first match.
It’s easy to spot his red mop of hair from across the gym. He stands resting against the wall, laughing with a group of fellow wrestlers from the team. He looks happy, but when he spots you his smile is gone. He turns away with a pout.
You approach the group of boys, and all of them look at you with raised brows. “Hi, do you mind if I have a minute with Ajax? I won’t take long, I promise.” They mumble but get up and leave nonetheless.
They leave but Ajax still keeps his back to you. “Hey ‘Jax I know you’re not talking to me right now but I just wanted to apologize. So I brought you some sushi, I made it myself too.” You bring out the container from your bag and hold it out for him to take, ”It was a real mess though, took me a lot of time to get it right and even then these ones are still pretty messy.” You laugh at yourself awkwardly, staring at your shoes.
“You’re such a loser ya know,” Ajax mutters, his mouth now full of the sushi you had brought him. A whole week and the first thing he does is insult you, it’s your best friend alright.
“I know. I’m like the biggest loser ever and what I said to you was really out of line. But you didn’t have to avoid me so obviously and purposefully! It kinda hurt especially when I was trying to apologize, dummy. ” He eats your handmade sushi with his hands, his distaste for chopsticks very obvious.
“Sowy,” his mouth is still full, causing him to sound like a toddler. He swallows and continues his explanation, “You know I don’t like being kept to the side. I want to be around you since you are my best friend and so getting told off like that was a big hit to my ego. Maybe I was uh a bit dramatic for ignoring your texts and stuff too…” He trails off quietly, but you still hear him. He wipes his hand off on his warmup pants, pieces of rice now stuck to the fabric.
“So because you wanted to wallow in self-pity, you didn’t let me apologize or even talk to you?” You ask and he nods his head then looks down to his feet embarrassed. “You know we’ve been through more than a boy. I really do like Thoma, but it’s not worth our friendship. We both said some distasteful words to each other, but,” You place your hands on his shoulders and look him in the eyes. “I hope you can get it through your thick head that you should never worry about our friendship. Please let us work it out when we fight, ok?”
He exhales loudly, and holds up his right hand like he’s taking an oath, “I, Ajax, as (Y/n)’s best friend swear to never ever doubt our friendship again and promise to talk about our feelings like adults.” He puts his arm down and gives you a beaming smile before shoving a half-empty container into your hands. “They’re calling my weight class, so I have to go. We’ll talk later!”
He jogs off leaving you alone with his bag as well as your own. You trudge up the half-filled bleachers and wait for Ajax’s matches.
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You have little-to-no knowledge of what the rules are in wrestling but you can only assume that putting your opponent on the floor meant victory.
Ajax positions himself in a crouch, ready to attack the opposing fighter. You know he loves this, the show of his athleticism, the competition, people watching him win. Nothing tops the way he feels right now, well maybe one thing.
It’s a quick match and Ajax takes the victory, but it’s not without a struggle. His name moves up the bracket and he stays down by mats waiting for his next match.
Whenever he gets a chance he’ll run up the bleachers to sit by you. He smells like dirty socks and teenage boy BO, which you’re sure he knows already. You’re happy that he’s talking to you again even if it means putting up with his smell and offering deodorant.
It takes a while, plus many up down the bleachers, but the meet finally ends and Ajax takes his rightful place on the podium. You wait on the bleachers with his bags while you wait for him to change, but he has no intentions of doing so. He runs up, still very sweaty, and envelopes you into his arms. His purpose was clearly to drench you in his sweat and unfortunately, it worked.
“Hey I forgot to ask, but since we’re on good terms again that means we can still go to the festival together, right?” You ask as he packs away his things. He zips up the bag and then slings it over his shoulder.
He starts walking with you by his side, falling into the same stride. “I wasn’t ever going to not go with you. However, in celebration of our restored friendship, I’m raising you a bet.” His smug smile is back on his face, almost like it never left. “On the night of the festival, you have to finally get your first kiss.”
You stop in your tracks, dumbfounded, “Ajax, you know how well that ended for me last time! There’s no way I’m agr-”
He cuts you off with a sharp ‘tch’, “Clearly you don’t favor our friendship,” he acts wounded and pretends not to hear you mutter about how this is manipulation. “I said this was in the name of our friendship, how can you be so cruel?”
You only roll your eyes and continue walking without him. “It’s the perfect time to tell Mr. Perfect about your big crush on him!” You almost laugh at Ajax’s refusal to call Thoma by his name. But he certainly doesn’t have you laughing at his next words,” Besides if you don’t get a kiss then I’ll just be forced to tell him myself,” He smiles as you look over your shoulder at him.
“So do you blackmail other people into being your friends too?” Your voice echoes through the empty hallway.
“Listen, I'm serious! The atmosphere at the festival is going to be perfect for a confession and you probably won’t ever do it unless I pressure you to. So really you should be thanking me for being so considerate.” He puffs out his chest, serious about wanting you to thank him.
You shake your head in disbelief at his statement, though it holds some truth. “Would you like me to bow down to you?” You question sarcastically, hoping it pops his inflated ego.
“Come on (Y/n),” he whines at you, completely ignoring your question. He pulls at your sleeve as you try to keep walking.
“Fine, you manbaby, now shut up.”
He pumps his fists in the air, victorious at winning you over. He starts rushing down the hallway and calls out to you, “Last one to Knockout pays!”
“Cheater!” You screech at his already disappearing figure. A smile makes its way onto your face as you race after Ajax, glad to have your friend back.
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Two uneventful weeks go by, it’s a constant cycle of going to class, tutoring, art club, and the occasional wrestling match. But it’s finally time for the winter festival.
You signed up to set up the Art Club booth rather than have to run it or clean up afterward. And with that out of the way, you wait for Ajax to arrive.
The sun starts to set and you can feel the cold creeping in through your layers. You move your hands onto your arms in an attempt to stay somewhat warm while you wait.
A red scarf wraps around you and familiar hands place themselves over your eyes, “Guess who?”
“Is it your mom?” You tease accompanied with a roll of your eyes.
“Ha ha,” he laughs, enunciating each syllable. “Maybe you don’t need my scarf after all.”
You peel his hands off of you so you can turn to face him, “No take backs, mister.” You hold onto the scarf tightly and turn around quickly so the red material smacks him in the face.
He smiles gently, but from his position behind you, it goes unnoticed by you. He takes a sweeping step so he’s in front of you and holds his hand out. “Come on, loser, let’s go enjoy the festival.”
Ajax doesn’t wait for you to put your hand in his, snatching your wrist and dragging you along. But he has no idea where he’s going so he turns to you with a sheepish smile that says ‘lead the way’.
The pair of you move through the crowd, scouting out the different booths set out by other clubs. Ajax tugs at your hand and points to the tent with the culinary club. You can smell whatever it is they are cooking and Ajax orders two, but not before taking a bite out of yours.
You continue to walk around the lot and bump into friends, forgetting about the bet you had made with your red-haired friend.
Ajax nudges you, “Hey, it’s your chance.” He points his head to where Thoma is standing. He looks at his phone before turning to you, “Probably last you’ll get all night, festival ends in 20 minutes.”
“But he’s talking to other people so it’d probably be pretty rude to interrupt,” you say, trying to make an excuse. “Also, did I not spend the entire festival with you? Not fair for you to push this on me now?”
“Too bad, go.” Ajax pushes you over and gives you a thumbs up. You stare at him in disbelief, frozen in the middle of the walkway.
You turn around slowly and see that Thoma has already spotted you, he waves and flashes a friendly smile. You breathe in and start to walk over, waving back to him.
Suddenly purple hair blocks your view. It’s a very panicked Keqing. “(Y/n)! Good, I need you to come with me right now.” She pushes you frantically against the crowd. “Sorry but I need you to stay at the booth while Ganyu and I sort out the flyer disaster.”
“Flyer disaster?And why do I have to watch the booth? The festival is almost over, who is going to visit?” You try to turn around to question her, but she is steadfast in her efforts to push you along the road.
“Albedo can answer your questions when we get to the table.”
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Thoma jogs over to where Ajax stands. “Uh hey, do you know where (Y/n) was going?”
“Holy Celestia,” Ajax groans and rests his hands on his head, ignoring Thoma’s question, “This is not the plan.” He chuckles in disbelief and repeats himself, “This is not the plan!”
Thoma lets the ginger have his outburst before questioning, “What plan?”
“Are you stupid? The one where (Y/n) tells Thoma that they li—,” the word doesn’t finish rolling off his tongue because he’s suddenly aware of who he’s talking to. “—l love the sweater you’re wearing. Yeah man, it’s really rad.”
Thoma glances down at the mentioned sweater and pulls it taught so he can look at it. “Thanks,” he laughs awkwardly. Not knowing what else to say, Thoma walks away with a wave.
Ajax only now realizes that he doesn’t know where you’ve gone. He swears under his breath before taking off in a jog towards where Keqing dragged you away.
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“So.”
“So,” Albedo repeats and clasps his hands together on the table.
“I was hoping that you would tell me why it was so important that I come right now. I kinda had things to do and people to see.”
“Do tell what was so important,” he asks rather sarcastically, topping it with a sugar-sweet smile.
“Well I was going to uh-“ you stop yourself, understanding how embarrassing it will sound if you tell him. But then again you did try, well bet, to kiss him before so it can’t be that embarrassing right? “Kiss somebody,” you trail off.
Out of the corner of your eye you can see Albedo roll his eyes. “I think I remember someone complaining about a situation similar to this and just how embarrassing it was. What convinced you to do something that,” he pauses, trying to find a word that fits and smiles fakely once he does, “absurd, once again?”
“Funny thing called emotional manipulation,” you smile back, just as phony as his own.
Albedo sighs, “Please try to keep me out of your little bet this time, yeah?”
“Yeah yeah, Mr. Hoity Toity, I’ll try if I get the chance.” You dismiss him with a wave and turn around so that you can lean back on the table.
You watch the crowd pass by, people starting to filter out as the closing announcement comes on.
“Thank you for coming out today! Our school staff and students thank you for your continued support.“ You drown out the rest of the bland appreciation. It marks your complete loss and you were sure Ajax would be ecstatic.
You hear someone shout your name from amidst the crowd, but you can’t seem to find where it comes from. He comes out of nowhere and places his hands on your cheeks with almost a little too much force and kisses you. Ajax kisses you.
“Couldn’t stand to watch you lose again.”
additional notes: the fic may end here but the story certainly doesn’t, i highly recommended the kiss bet and it is still updating (hence only writing the first season of events) thank you for reading! much love, lee <3
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line art for a drawing of albedo i was making for his birthday but then gave up on lol i got raiden at 15 pity after loosing the 50/50 to mona say mashallah hELp . . . #art #artist #artwork #artistsoninstagram #myart #youngartist #digitalart #digitalartist #digitalartwork #fanart #genshinimpact #genshinimpactfanart #albedo #kreidenprinz #albedokreideprinz #genshinalbedo #albedogenshin #albedogebshinimpact #alchemy #lineart #wip #unfinishedartwork #procreate https://www.instagram.com/p/CT6JEcUpPiU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Hey! Can I request headcanons for albedo in a relationship with fem reader who struggles with perfectionism? She has extremely high expectations for herself that she can't meet. Thank you!
This on hit close to home ngl lol also guess i’ve just become a comfort blog cause that’s literally all I'm getting. Trauma makes you good at comforting people Ig lol
albedo x fem!reader
type: headcanons, hurt/comfort
warnings: self deprecation, self doubt, crying
No matter how many times I read over my work I will always miss typos/grammatical errors and I apologize
Being in a relationship with the chief alchemist of the knights of Favonius, with this mindset? oof, good luck bro
To everyone else you two are the perfect studious couple
He the genius and you his assistant destined to fall in love
And it is like that, Albedo cares for you very much and treats you delicately like fine glass
And you treat him like he’s the most beautiful human ever
You’re perception on yourself however, is much to be desired.
It’s hard at times to see yourself deserving of someone as perfect as Albedo.
You work hard to keep up your appearance
You study hard to keep up with Albedo’s intellect
Sometimes you think you look fine, but then one hair goes out of place or someone catches you struggling with a task and it all goes down hill again.
You don’t ask for help even when you’re really struggling with things, convincing people it’s determination and confidence in yourself that you can get the task done.
But the reality is, is that people seeing you weak, even if it’s just something small like helping your carry items, just fills you with so much dread. You can do it, why is it so hard? Why can’t you get you get it done on your own like everyone else can?
Asking for help would cement the fact that you’re not a whole being in your mind, and you just can’t have that, even when it risks your health.
People offer to take the load so you can go home early and rest, but you always have a smile, reassuring that you can do it, ignoring the subtle annoyance in your mind. It does get annoying sometimes, unreasonably you realize later, but at the moment it’s more of a why can’t you just leave me alone so I can get it done. I’d be able to focus more if I wasn’t always interrupted, only I can do it.
It was 3am, and for the 3rd night in a row you were still up.
You and Albedo had a paper you were to submit tomorrow afternoon and your half was still incomplete, usually with this close to the deadline you’d be editing and outlining everything already, but you were late.
This late in the relationship Albedo would probably know you have a thing about asking for help, and he tries to respect that.
But you’re running on fumes at this point.
A small knock came to the door, “Y/n, may I come in?”
When he got no reply he slowly opened the door, hoping you finally fell asleep even if it was at your desk, but what he was was you so focused you just didn’t hear him.
He quietly walked up, a hot cup of tea for you in hand. He observed you for a little bit, admiring the concentration on your face. He always thought his girlfriend was most lovely when focused on something she enjoys doing.
But right now tears were beginning to form in your eyes, unknown to him you’ve been stuck on the same formula for the last 1o minutes and is really getting to you.
“Y/n.” He spoke quietly, trying not to spook you, but with how close he was it didn’t stop the small jump you made. And the obvious wiping of the tears you tried to hide as just rubbing your face.
“When did you get here Bedo?”
“For a bit, did you not hear me come in?”
He handed you the cup, you silently thanking him. “Sorry love, I've just been finishing up with the last few things we need.” That was a lie, you were only 60% done with everything, but you weren’t about to tell him that.
“Well it’s my understanding, from what you’ve told me yourself on a number of occasions,” He chuckles a bit at the memories, “that sleep and being fully rested is best when looking over papers.”
It was fond memories for him, and he was really only trying to help, but the comment just left a pang in your heart.
I’m such a hypocrite
“Just let me finish up this last thing then i’ll be in bed with you, please?”
He paused for a moment, wanting to pick his words carefully but could only come with being blunt, “Would....you like some help.”
He saw you tense, “No I got it honey, but thank you I appreciate it.” You go to give him a quick peck on the cheek, meaning for it to be a goodnight gesture to get ready to get back at it, but he grabbed your shoulder before you got ready to turn back around.
“Y/n I want to help you.” He stated, Albedo looked into your eyes, usually undiscernible to most people, sometimes even cold, but never to you. They looked worried.
Another pang to the heart.
“I’m ok Bedo, seriously I got this, we’ve got a deadline and I said I would do this much and I will.”
“Yes I am aware, but i’m worried you took on a bit more than you can handle this time. We always divide the work between the two of us evenly, but this time you took on more. I accepted because you looked so determined at the time, but right now you look exhausted.” He rubbed reassuring circles in the shoulder he had a hand on.
“I....I can handle it.” You repeated, but you weren’t looking at him now, because tears were beginning to form. “You’ve taken on a lot more than this before so....it shouldn’t be a problem for me.”
“That was before I had you love. You help me out so much, because you could tell I needed it. You’re always so helpful love, let me help you.”
You sniffled, your heart tightening a bit at the fact you made an audible sound at your distress. Albedo kneeled down on the floor so he could see your face, moving his hands to cup it.
“I just, want everything to be 100% correct. I’m your assistant, it’s my job to get this work done for you. I know I can do it I just......”
“Y/n you are so hard working. Everything you do is nothing less than the best of your ability.”
“But it’s not perfect. No matter how hard I try it always seems someone thinks I need to be helped. I feel like a child when people ask. I’m an adult i should be capable to handle this on my own.”
Albedo took the tea from your hands, setting on your desk and his hands taking it’s place in yours. The tears were fully flowing at this point.
“Y/n part of our relationship isn’t just you being my assistant and me expecting you to have perfect work. I’m your boyfriend, and you’re my girlfriend, part of that relationship is helping us grow. You’ve helped me so much over this time, parts of me I didn’t think we’re wrong until you came into my life and showed me that there's more to research this just experiments and paperwork, and more to life than just research in general. I admit I need help. And as your boyfriend who only sees the best in you, I should help you as well. At the very least just me.”
He kissed your hands, using one of his to cup your cheek to help wipe your tears away. “Being an adult doesn’t mean you never need assistance, you are not less for making mistakes. As long as you put 100% into the work you’re able to do, then there’s no reason for you to feel anything but proud. And whatever you can’t do after that 100% is given, is not a weakness on your record when you need help with the rest. From my experience with you, it’s a growth.”
You wanted to shake your head, deny it. You’re better than this. You think. But he’s right.
Albedo doesn’t expect one speech to fix your mindset. But he’s always been a determined man. And for you, he’d remind you every day if he has to if it means lessening your burden little by little.
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Hello Kreid, as a male who's in the spectrum of autism, I was wondering if I could request a Albedo X Autistic Male Reader, where Albedo comforts him and protects him from getting hurt?
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ/ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ: Albedo/Male Reader
ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Albedo has taken quite a liking to you, despite your differences there's always room to grow and care for.
ᴀ/ɴ: I firstly want to thank you for requesting!
Now to anyone else who may come as to my way of displaying an autistic person here's my disclaimer; I grew up with an autistic person who I WENT OUT with and I also dated another autistic person. So most of the potrayal will be based on this two people. As bonus information: one had more difficulties than the other like ADHD so please understand that I can only potray what I seen and experienced with my former s/o.
*✧･ﾟ:͙⊱••✩••̩̩͙⊰•*✧･ﾟ:
Albedo stirred the food as Y/N looked around near the Alchemist's lab site. The two looked in the direction of the ruckus that began to cause a disturbance. Albedo quickly left the cooking pot to stand besides Y/N. "What was that?" He looked at the Chief of Investigation as both stared toward the direction in silence for a bit.
"It seems some Hilichurls may had pick on someone who wasn't their side." Albedo's eyes trailed up as the two slightly stepped back to look at the same thing. "Is it going to cause an avalanche?"
"Its quite possible but let's see what occurs." Albedo keeps his footsteps low, sword in hand and the other hand ready to summon the Geo elemental flower he possessed. Behind him followed Y/N, today they had only came to Dragonspine to study some behaviors but had not expected to be interrupted in their downtime.
The sight was puzzling. Albedo staring back at Albedo. Y/N looked at the two as the one who had stayed closely with Y/N raised a hand defensively. "Ah, I wasn't expecting to see two Albedos." He said with a chuckle before it downed on him. Y/N stepped back as Albedo's copy charged forth only for swords to clash.
The sound of the clashing swords only seemed to get louder and louder. Overwhelmed, Y/N looked at the top of the mountain. Albedo and the replica looked at the falling snow before Albedo quickly turned as Y/N became unmoving.
"Y/N!" Albedo quickly pushed Y/N out of harms way as the snow that fell with the avalanche submerged the replica and Albedo.
Y/N peered at the edge once the avalanche settled, yelling Albedo's name as he looked around. A figure slowly came up. "Lend me your hand, Y/N!"
Y/N looked around, cautiously before offering his hand toward Albedo and pulling him up. He helped Albedo clear off the snow clearly still on him before turning his back toward him as to get a blanket. Once grabbed, he turned to watch as 'Albedo' had intended to slash him but had stopped at the stabbed sword that pierced his body. "You...How could you..."
Albedo sighed. "Are you okay?"
Albedo didn't loosened from his worries. He checked on you multiple times, despite the shock you faced, he wanted to ensure you felt alright. Gathered in blankets around the fireplace with the security of Albedo felt relieving. The explanation of the occurrence wasn't something you had expected but a more sense of relief seemed to clear up as time went on. "So... 'Rubedo' wanted to ensure that I wouldn't say anything." You asked again, to clarify.
"That's correct, I have covered Rubedo's tracks but seems like he thought you were here to get rid of him. Well, he should be okay now." Albedo looked at Rubedo laying down, a blanket over him per request from you despite the lack of feeling between warmth and cold weather.
"Thank you..." You leaned for a kiss on his cheek, his hand slightly giving your shoulder a temporary squeeze
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albedo!!! (i ddin’t get him ;-;)
#genshin#genshin albedo#albedo#kreidenprinz#i will never forgive you for refusing to come home you bastard
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Albedo is assexual
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Mod Bennett's works will have a red star ☆, Mod Fischl's will have a purple star ☆, and Mod Razor's will have a pink star ☆!
NSFW works will have an asterisk*!
MONDSTADT, THE NATION OF FREEDOM;
OUTRIDER AMBER;
CAVALRY CAPTAIN KAEYA ALBERICH;
LIBRARIAN LISA MINCI;
ACTING GRAND MASTER JEAN GUNNHILDR;
DARKNIGHT HERO, MASTER DILUC RAGNVINDR;
"Hold still, I can't help you if you keep squirming!" ☆
Diluc getting hurt in battle made for a pretty romantic evening
VENTI THE BARD;
Tone Deaf Bard* ☆
Playing with your boyfriend in secret as he performs in front of the townspeople
Cockwarming HCS* ☆
As the title says.
CHIEF ALCHEMIST, THE KREIDENPRINZ ALBEDO;
Cockwarming HCS* ☆
As the title says.
DEACONESS BARBARA;
ADVENTURER BENNETT;
Comforting a sad S/O ☆
As the title says
EULA LAWRENCE, OF THE NOBLE LAWRENCE CLAN;
PRINZESSIN DER VERURTEILUNG, FISCHL;
Comforting a sad S/O ☆
As the title says
SPARK KNIGHT KLEE OF THE KNIGHTS OF FAVONIUS;
note: platonic
THE ASTROLOGIST MONA MEGISTUS;
OUTLANDER RAZOR;
Comforting a sad S/O ☆
As the title says
MAID OF FAVONIUS, NOELLE;
SISTER ROSARIA OF THE CHURCH;
MENTEE OF THE CHIEF ALCHEMIST, SUCROSE;
HOUSEKEEPER OF THE KAMISATO CLAN, THOMA;
EIGHTH OF THE FATUI HARBINGERS, LA SIGNORA, THE LADY;
LIYUE, THE NATION OF CONTRACTS;
CAPTAIN OF THE LEGENDARY CRUX FLEET, BEIDOU;
THE PURE YANG EXORCIST, CHONGYUN;
SECRETARY OF THE LIYUE QIXING, GANYU;
WANGSHENG FUNERAL PARLOR DIRECTOR HU TAO;
VIGILANT YAKSHA, XIAO;
BABY ZOMBIE QIQI;
note: platonic
AMBITIOUS CHEF OF LIYUE HARBOR, XIANGLING MAO;
LIYUE'S ROCKSTAR, XINYAN;
SECOND HEIR TO THE FEIYUN COMMERCE GUILD, XINGQIU;
HIGHLY INTELLIGENT ADEPTUS LAWYER, YANFEI;
TIANQUAN OF THE LIYUE QIXING, NINGGUANG;
YUHENG OF THE LIYUE QIXING, KEQING;
OWNER OF BUBU PHARMACY, BAIZHU;
INAZUMA, THE NATION OF ETERNITY;
TRAVELLING SAMURAI, KAZUHA KAEDEHARA;
HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, AYAKA KAMISATO;
GENERAL SARA KUJOU OF THE TENRYOU COMMISSION;
THE ALMIGHTY RAIDEN SHOGUN;
THE SLEEPY PINT-SIZED NINJA, SAYU;
FIREWORK QUEEN YOIMIYA NAGANOHARA;
GENERAL GOROU OF THE SANGONOMIYA RESISTANCE;
DIVINE PRIESTESS KOKOMI SANGONOMIYA OF WATATSUMI ISLAND;
FOX PRIESTESS, YAE MIKO;
SIXTH OF THE FATUI HARBINGERS, SCARAMOUCHE, THE BALLADEER;
CRIMSON ONI, LEADER OF THE ARATAKI GANG, ITTO ARATAKI
SNEZHNAYA, NATION OF ???;
ELEVENTH OF THE FATUI HARBINGERS, TARTAGLIA, THE STUTTERER;
THE NATION BEYOND TEYVAT;
CAPTAIN OF THE WATATSUMI ISLAND SPECIAL OPS UNIT, LUMINE;
THE HONORARY KNIGHT OF FAVONIUS, AETHER;
THE MYSTERY ADVENTURER FROM BEYOND, DAINSLEIF;
Kink hcs* ☆
As the title says
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MERAAAAAA I have to share since I never shut up about him, but Albedo came home on my 50/50!!! I nearly cried bc I thought I was gonna get Jean (hoping to have all anemo characters one day) But it was him!!!!
I was so shocked. But now we can draw together not that he has a choice /j
He's just delightful, I'm gonna diee. Also my Scaramouche keychain is now my good luck charm bc he survived the car wreck and so far he has brought me good luck with his big ass hat!!
Also gonna share my lil ritual in hopes that it helps others: I went to his lab in Dragonspine with only Traveler and Sucrose!
🔑, simp for the Kreidenprinz
OOOO YAY!!! CONGRATS, 🔑!!!! I’m very happy that you are an Albedo haver!!! Now you can have so many fun drawing sessions with him. :D
It was funny when Jean showed up because I cheered, but then it hit me moments later that even though she’s home I lost the 50/50 and had to pull more. T-T But I’m satisfied to have both her and Albedo now!! Hopefully you can fulfill your dream of having all of the Anemo characters one day! Although I hope Jean won’t show up to disturb your pity… Hopefully it’s on the standard wish!
All hail lucky Scara keychain!!! OTL OTL It never occurred to me to wish with a lucky item in my hand! >_< I have a very lucky item and I can’t believe I didn’t have it with me while wishing. I’ll make sure to have it for the next banner I choose to wish on so that it will grant me good luck!
AHHH :o !! WISHING WITH ONLY SUCROSE AND TRAVELER IS SO SMART!!! I wished the first 30 times in his lab, but when I lost the 50/50 I moved into the red cave to welcome him home. 😂 I think I can understand why Albedo didn’t come home at first, considering he only knows one person in my current party and that’s the Traveler. ^^;;
But it’s okay because in the end we both have Mr. Chalk Prince. <3
#genshin chit chat#hypersimpdrifter#🔑 anon#i love him sm!! he’s so pretty and his attacks are so graceful and fluid?!?!#aaaa it’s albedo simping hours
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Paimon: Make Paimom a fruit juicer!
Albedo: How about we go fight my evil clone instead?
Paimon: >:(
#genshin impact#genshin#genshin impact 2.3#albedo#paimon#kreidenprinz#albedo kreidenprinz#shadows amidst snowstorms#genshin 2.3 spoilers#meme#funny#genshin meme#incorrect quotes
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➣ genshin boys as different tropes part 2
[part 1 here]
pairing: aether, albedo, kaeya, venti, zhongli
summary: various genshin boys as different troupes and a little drabble depicting that troupe
notes from lee: BYE actually so blown away at how well part one did so like??? but uh i’m in lub with these boys like so please lub them too :)) i wish you all the best of luck in pulling for zhongli! oh oh also pygmalion is a greek myth where he falls in love with a statue that he made and aphrodite made it real
aether:
mutual pining au
you’ve know aether since he came to mondstadt, one of the first people he encountered in the city walls.
he’s certainly a peculiar lad, but it doesn’t keep you from spending time around him. taking on commissions together is always better by his side.
many days are spent between the two of you fighting back to back, complete trust in one another’s abilities.
it’s not until he’s off to liyue to continue the search for his sister that you realize you have feelings for him. it’s a long a painful few weeks without his presence, but you manage.
soon enough aether is back in the city and he’s by your side again, falling back into the familiar rhythm as he tells you about his time in liyue.
he also tells you about how he missed you, but you’re not quite sure if it’s in the same way you missed him. (it definitely is)
albedo:
pygmalion au
he didn’t mean to fall in love with you, practically a figment of his imagination, but still you found a way to consume the pages of his sketch book.
strokes across the canvas depict your figure, one of the few things he will never get tired of drawing. he sits and thinks of the consequences using his powers, but he decides to bring you to life anyways.
you’re finally real. made of chalk and absolutely perfect in his mind. he teaches you how to act and how to behave, creating his idea of a perfect partner.
he’s more than in love with you, his own creation, and he’s taught you to be in love with him too. of course he gives you the choice to stay by his side, but how can you not want to when he singlehandedly brought you into existence and let you learn of the human world.
his sketchbook is still filled of you, but now he has a you right in front of him for reference.
kaeya:
bodyguard au
your parents were both royal guards for your home nation of khaenri'ah and you knew it was your duty to one day take on the same role.
when khaenri'ah fell, you and prince kaeya were both able to escape along with the king. though soon after leading the two of you to another part of teyvat he abandoned you.
the pair of you were taken in by a man named crepus and his son diluc. while still young you knew it was your job to protect the prince, even if he no longer had a nation to rule.
your loyalty would always lie with your prince, no matter his choice between his former country and the place you now both called home.
kaeya was never very close with you, but was still aware of your presence. in following years he would finally tell you that your services were no longer needed as he could protect himself.
still you kept an eye out for him, it wasn’t easy to let go of a job you had your entire life and much less for someone you cared so deeply about.
venti:
red string of fate au
as an archon he’s used to seeing the red yarn strewn all across mond, though many others cannot see the strings, much less know of their existence. still he’s never seen the string that connects to his own pinkie until he meets you.
you’re standing with dvalin in a manner that he normally would, softly stroking the scales of the dragon. he stands a distance away, simply observing in fascination. no one he knows of is able to tame the dragon like he is, but it seems you can as well. perhaps it has something to do with the yarn on your pinkie finger.
venti isn’t quite ready to meet you just yet so he tangles the strings as best as he can, but it still doesn’t stop him from seeing you almost everywhere. at the bar, at the tree in windrise, by his statue near the cathedral.
when he finally i’m decides to let himself be known to you, he realizes the wait was worth it. you’re like a breath of fresh air to the years he’s lived on his own.
he’s now decided that his favorite sight is no longer the one of the city, but of the two of you holding hands and the strings that brought you together no more than a few inches apart.
zhongli:
reincarnation au
the first few times it happened he didn’t really catch on, but now after over 7000 years of loving you he understands.
the first time he entered your life you could tell there was something special about him. and it’s true, he was the god, and later archon, of geo. he’s completely enthralled by you and everything about you.
as an immortal he’s no stranger to loss of loved ones, but his heart aches when he watches you age and finally leave him. he prays to celestia for just one good thing to happen to him, and that’s for you to come back to him.
sure enough, you do. though it’s not as smooth of a process as it seems. you never quite remember him, like a distant memory from a past life, which is exactly what he is. sometimes he meets you when you’re still a child, other times you’ve already found a lover, or he’s still in a different form for the time being.
it’s quite a difficult process but when he does get reunited with you, he loves you with all his heart as he’s done for centuries.
when it’s time for you to go once again, he no longer feels the sorrow he once did at your passing. instead he utters a we will be reunited, love and presses a loving kiss to your lips. now he just has to wait for you once more.
#genshin impact#aether x reader#albedo x reader#kaeya x reader#venti x reader#zhongli x reader#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin imagines#[ lee's writing ]#[ + ] genshin impact#! kaeya alberich#! zhongli#! venti#! albedo kreidenprinz
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(hi um i made an albedo version of this blog bc i love the idea of characters actually interacting w their fanbase and um. albedo is a cc of mine and i love roleplaying as him so um i wanted to let u know and also maybe ask for a signal boost? its @the-kreidenprinz in case u actually are interested in it)
[Yes.
I hope you haven’t gotten discouraged! I love the idea of more Genshin RP blogs popping up!!
Please do go check them out if you’re interested in talking with Albedo! I know I am 👀 *sneaks into their ask box*]
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Pretty sure he (Albedo) closes control maybe (@/kreidenprinz-imagines )
I KNOW YOU SENT THIS YESTERDAY AND LIKE YES BUT HE DOESNT LOOK UNHAPPY ABOUT IT LIKE HE LOOKS LIKE HES ENJOYING HIMSELF AND THATS WHATS WORRYING ME
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➣ taking care of you when you’re sick
pairing: childe, diluc, albedo x gn!reader
warning: vomiting
notes from lee: based off of me getting the stomach flu, becoming delusional, and somehow thinking childe was there
childe:
is already a dotting boyfriend so this isn’t too different
doesn’t let you get out of bed unless you have to
brings you every kind of medicine that he can find even if it’s not related to your sickness
will spoon feed you / act like you can’t even use your own hands to feed yourself
makes you take a shower and keep up with drinking liquids so you don’t get dehydrated
(this is 100% him showing his older brother side)
rubs your back as you barf and says things like “just let it all out” “i got you” “poor thing” and wipes your tears and face off after
ends up catching it the next day and acts v dramatic (ya know typical man flu behavior)
diluc:
isn’t too sure how to really handle it so he mostly leaves it to his maids
BUT will absolutely buy you anything that you need like a heat pack or crackers
brings in extra sheets, pillows and everything you could need so you can be comfy in your shared bed while he works
checks in on you periodically since he’s just downstairs working
if you’re awake he’ll ask you if you need anything but if you’re sleeping he’ll come over and press his hand to your forehead to check for a fever and move you into a more comfortable position
brings grape juice for you to drink if you can keep it down and sits with you to keep you company while he has the time
stays home from darknight duties for ONE night to make sure you’re doing alright and make a full recovery (wow you must be special ;))
albedo:
legit asks if he can have a sample of your vomit, it’s for study purposes ok?
is kind of awkward and doesn’t really know how to help other than clean up after you
offers you some questionable encouragement?
“the symptoms will have passed by 24 hours” “it seems it’s nothing more than a stomach flu so there’s no need to worry, though if your symptoms worsen it could be a sign of a kidney infection”
wow thanks albedo, really needed to hear that and feel more concerned than before
whips up some anti-nausea concoction to help you but took really long to actually do it and did it only at your request
overall just doesn’t know what he’s doing really
#diluc x reader#albedo x reader#childe x reader#tartaglia x reader#genshin x reader#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#[ lee's writing ]#[ + ] genshin impact#! albedo kreidenprinz#! diluc ragnvindr#! tartaglia
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➣ chemical reaction
pairing: albedo x gn!reader
word count: 1.3K
summary: after having you babysit klee, albedo realizes that there’s more than just a chemical reaction brewing in his heart
notes from lee: who knows what this is or even makes sense but i whipped it up bc i would actually want to babysit klee n i love albedo, any klee wanters still pulling good luck!
You can’t help but frantically scribble the words that come out of Albedo’s mouth, not wanting to miss anything he says, it seems everything is important when he talks. You’re still trying to finish the last of his words as there seems to be a moment of silence until he addresses you, “(Y/n)? I seem to have a bit of a scheduling conflict. I didn't anticipate this experiment to take so long. I know it’s somewhat unconventional to ask of you as my assistant, but would you be willing to watch Klee until I'm done here?”
“Oh, sure!” you accept, though really you couldn’t have refused; in all your time working under him you had found it increasingly difficult to say no to the blond male, even through his absurd requests such as need for you as testing matter.
You had met Klee a handful of times, never spending more than ten minutes with the child, but you had more than enough of an idea of what she was like. You’d heard stories from others but mostly Albedo, fondly recalling the times he got to take a break and watch her.
He considered Klee as something of a little sister. The little mischief maker really brought out a side to Albedo you could never hope to see. One such particular time he had come back to work the next day sporting three new braids and a set of butterfly clips, showing them off with almost a sense of pride.
You stood outside the Knights of Favonius building in order to collect Klee from Captain Kaeya who had been watching her. At the sight of the spark knight you waved her over with a smile, crouching down to her height.
“Hi Mx. (Y/n)! Where’s big brother ‘bedo? I have a new trick I want to show him!” Klee was practically bouncing at the prospect of just seeing Albedo.
You hated to have to be the one to break her excitement, “Hi Klee! Albedo is quite busy at the moment so he asked me to take care of you, is that alright?”
“Yeah,” she twisted her fingers together, sounding almost disappointed, “but you have to play with me!” She looked up to you with a hopeful smile, already having come back from her brief slump. “Pinky promise?” She held up her comparably smaller pinky and watched your hands.
You held up your own finger and interlocked it with hers, giving it a little shake to signify the promise you just created. “Pinky promise,” you repeated her own words back to her. You stood up and held out your hand to her, “What should we do first? We have an hour or two before I have to take you back to your house and get you ready for bed.”
“I know what we should do, let’s go fish blasting!” She skipped along as the two of you continued your way out of the city.
When Albedo arrives back at his house the door isn’t locked like it usually is, but that’s to be expected since he knows you’re inside. What he doesn’t expect is the sight in front of him, you sprawled across the couch with Klee lying on your chest, her blonde hair messy with several different braids and little face smushed into you. There’s dishes on the table and the kitchen looks like an explosion of flour happened and the remnants of whatever you had made for dinner are on the counter.
Though he knows that he will be the one cleaning it up later, Albedo still finds a smile making its way onto his face and there’s a weird feeling in his chest that makes his heart seem to beat faster. He makes his way over to the couch and picks up Klee in order to take her to her own bed.
When he comes back down he sees you just starting to wake up and he can’t help but think how cute you look with disheveled hair and sleep in your eyes. He’s not quite sure where the thought comes from but he dismisses it for now in favor of going to talk to you.
It’s not too late yet, but it’s still enough to disorient you since the sun is down, but it is even weirder when Albedo is hovering just over you. At the realization that you’re at his house you jump up, searching for Klee. He knows you all too well, and quells your frantic searching by placing himself next to you on the couch, “I took her to her bed already, I trust she wasn’t too much trouble?”
He’s sitting close enough that you can feel his body heat, and while you want to back away to save yourself from perpetual embarrassment, it feels nice. “Oh yeah! She was an absolute angel for me, though we did end up with a bit of a mess when we made dinner. There’s a plate for you on the counter too, since I know you would have just not eaten when you got home.”
Albedo isn’t quite sure what to say other than a quiet thank you, but his mind is swirling once again trying to figure out why he feels so warm and why his heart is pounding into his ears. You also know him fairly well after working with him for some time and it’s an appreciated gesture whenever you remind him to take care of himself or rather force him to. The conversation comes to sort of lull and while the silence isn’t uncomfortable you still find it awkward, “I’ll be on my way now. See you tomorrow, Albedo!”
Your hand just lingers above the door knob before he calls for you, “Please let me walk you home, it’s late and it's the least I can do for having you watch Klee.” Albedo opens the door for you but he’s not sure if he’s supposed to offer out his arm or possibly even his hand but you don’t seem to mind just walking alongside him.
The walk doesn’t even take a minute before you’re at your porch, the lights illuminating Albedo in a way that makes him seem more handsome, if that was even possible. You’re dreading going inside at this point just wanting to spend a little more time in his presence.
“Fascinating,” Albedo breaths out, breaking the silence, “From this angle you appear to be glowing, your skin seems to reflect the light and make you appear in an almost-” he cuts himself off, barely registering the fact he was about to probably confess his feelings for you, not that he had them figured out himself. “Sorry, I should let you get some rest instead of listening to me. You already do it enough during the day anyways, don’t you?”
“I actually really like your voice, there’s something soothing about it so really I don’t mind at all,” you assure him and he can tell you’re completely genuine. When he doesn’t say anything you take that as your queue to go inside. “Good night, Albedo.” You wave and flash him a smile before entering your house and closing the door once more.
Albedo’s feet don’t move back to his own residence, rather they just stay there and it’s then that he realizes that maybe, just maybe he’s in love with you. The symptoms seem to match up and it’s unlikely for any other outcome so really it’s either that or he’s having a stroke. He still doesn’t understand it, but he knows his love for you is far more than a chemical reaction created by his brain.
bonus:
when klee wakes up in the morning she asks albedo when you’re going to become her big sib, because she’s well aware albedo is in love with you by how much he talks about you.
#albedo x reader#albedo#albedo kreideprinz#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#genshin x reader#albedo x you#[ lee's writing ]#[ + ] genshin impact#! albedo kreidenprinz
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