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the 7-eleven diaries
albedo, alhaitham, childe, scaramouche, venti x gn!reader
your job isn’t the best one out there, but it’s easy and keeps you from drowning in tuition fees and rent. working at a 7-eleven on a midnight shift was supposed to be peaceful, so why is it that you constantly find yourself being bothered by weird customers? (modern au)
fluff, comedy, crack, cashier employee reader, modern au, written for fluffvember!
ALBEDO
It’s difficult not to take notice of the perpetually tired college student (much like yourself) who always comes at the latest hours to order a cup of black coffee and a can of beer. The first time you saw him order that drink was a memorable one, if only because of the way your eyes had nearly popped out of their sockets when you saw him mix the two drinks in a large, empty slurpee cup and proceed to drink it all in a matter of seconds.
Another memorable time was when he came in with only enough money to buy a bottle of water, then took a seat at a table near the counter and took out a box full of what you initially presumed were cookies. It was a traumatizing memory you look back on with a shudder as you remember the way he crunched down on it like it was a piece of biscuit instead of a motherfucking spider.
“They’re surprisingly nutritional, full of protein and fibre. It leaves a strange aftertaste, but it’s a good substitute for dinner.”
Since then, you’ve made sure to keep some food ready in the microwave for him, free of charge. He just looked so pitiful sitting by himself with dark under-eyes and greasy hair — the very image of a normal college student — that you couldn’t help yourself from taking money out of your own pocket to help a fellow comrade.
One day, he came to the store with blown pupils and a sort of dazed look in his eyes, words slurring together as he tried to explain to you how he’s finally created an edible liquid that can keep sleep at bay for at least 120 hours…with some small side-effects, but it’ll wear off with time. That’s when you found out he was a bio-chemistry student well on his way to getting a PhD at his young age.
When questioned why he drank the liquid instead of having someone else do it, his response was, “To experience it firsthand, of course. The basis of research is accuracy and precision, how could I be remiss as to leave such an important experiment to someone who could, in their ignorance, fail to mention an important detail that their mind might have labeled as useless.”
You’re not quite sure how he’s still alive by this point.
But his weirdness aside, you resolve to take care of him in your own way, from a fellow tired college student to another. You remind him to get some sleep, steering him away from eating spiders and encouraging him to eat more meat.
“But I am eating meat?”
“Albedo, that’s a spider.”
“And are you saying that spiders do not possess meat?”
“Oh, for the love of—just eat the goddamn sandwich.”
You think he appreciates it, if the way he dedicated his latest thesis to you is any indication.
ALHAITHAM
You were in the middle of answering a math problem your professor assigned that morning, papers sprawled over the counter with you hunched over it, hand in your hair and trying not to pull at it in frustration over how difficult the problem was. And then he’d come in like an angel, all perfectly shiny hair and a no-nonsense look on his face, took one look at you and the papers scattered across the counter and said one sentence that saved your grade in math.
“You forgot to put a negative sign right there.”
That was the moment you decided that he must be an angel sent from heaven. He always grunts whenever you call him that, though whether it’s from amusement or annoyance remains to be seen.
He doesn’t visit the convenience store much, but when he does, he always spares the time to help you out with whatever assignment you were working on, sometimes even taking the initiative of asking if you need his assistance in answering a problem — though he says this on a much less nicer tone.
“Are you gonna make me do your homework again?”
“My professer didn’t assign me one today, surprisingly enough, so no.”
He seemed strangely disappointed when you told him no, but you chalked it up to him being some sort of math wiz who gets riled up by equations and the like. Seems like kind of guy too, what with all the times he’s made a subtle jab at your intelligence — or lack, thereof.
“How could you possibly need a paper to calculate the answer to four-hundred and thirty-two times fifty-eight?”
“Not all of us are smarter than Rukkhadevata like you.”
“Who?”
He’s not bad company, though that opinion stems solely from the fact that he helps you (solves it for you, more like) with all your homework. Not without making comments about you lazing about on the job and letting your customer answer your assignment for you. You respond in a mature way by making fun of him.
“I’ve never seen you without those earphones. Are you hiding a pair of large ears or something?”
“No.”
He refuses to elaborate more on the subject.
Sometimes you give him a drink, usually cola or juice, as thanks for helping you out. He takes it without question, taking sips from it as he tutors you about this and that, occasionally commenting about your job and how you’re only making yourself suffer by taking on midnight shifts. You don’t see why he cares. For all that you jokingly call him an angel, you know he’s far from actually being one.
You once saw him on campus reading a book by the library. It’s easy enough to come up to him and make conversation, handing him an unopened drink you just bought from a vending machine. It just feels wrong not to, more of a habit by this point.
It’s then that someone decides to dramatically drop his books to the ground and point at you and Alhaitham. The blonde guy gapes and asks how in the world Alhaitham managed not to scare you away. His eyes zero in on the can of grape juice on Alhaitham’s hand, and then he proceeds to laugh, asking Alhaitham since when did he decide to start drinking what he once called was an unhealthy drink composed of sugar and artificial flavoring.
You made a mental note of that response, and later that night, you decide to hand him a packaged biscuit. Nothing unhealthy there. Technically.
“Good. I was beginning to wonder if I should start taking medicine in case my stomach burst from the amount of cola you hand me.”
“You could’ve just not accepted, you know.”
“It was given to me. Not accepting would be considered rude.”
“Didn’t Kaveh say you threw a bottle of orange juice to his face after he gave you one?”
“I did.”
He refuses to elaborate more on the subject, but you’ve since resolved to only give him the healthiest thing you could find on the store—which isn’t much considering this is a 7-eleven, but hey, microwaved salad is still salad, right?
He grumbles about the radiation but eats the salad anyway. Another win for you, you suppose.
CHILDE
He came in near the end of your shift, lips busted and an eye swollen shut, blood splattered all over his clothes. The grin on his face should’ve hinted you at his lunacy, but you’ve always been blind to warnings and the like, so you went over the counter and helped him up from where he’s slumped over the chips and candies isle.
Aether, your co-worker and the one who’s about to take over from your shift, only looked at you with tired eyes, “It’s too early for this shit.” That was, of course, Aether’s way of basically saying, you’re on your own.
So you picked up the ginger lying on the linoleum floors, heaving his arm over your shoulder to drag him to the nearest pharmacy — never let it be said that you were just a bystander. He groaned as the movement bothered whatever injuries he may have, but he still looked at you with wide, strangely lightless eyes, as if only now registering your presence, and said, “Holy shit, you’re hot.”
After you finished dumping him on the pharmacy and leaving the people there baffled at what to do with an injured guy, he grabbed your wrist and, with a bloody smile he probably thought was charming, handed you a piece of paper containing his number.
You never text him. Or call.
He comes back to the store a week later with faint yellow bruises across his face and a far too bright grin for someone who’s visiting a 7-eleven at two in the morning. He pouts about not getting a single text from you, but before you can respond, he’s moving on to another topic, mindlessly picking up a box of tampons by the side and setting it on the counter.
He only seems to realize what he’s done when you give him a strange look.
“Tampons are, uh, great for bloody noses!”
“…Right.”
You weren’t convinced at all, but you decided to let it slide. He seemed like a genuine guy, if a bit too enthusiastic sometimes. His mouth never shuts ups, always going on about this and that, asking all sorts of questions that would’ve normally had most normal people backing away. But your brain isn’t exactly at its best condition and being sleep deprived for the better part of your life has made it less of a brain and more of an organ that just helps you get through the day.
You don’t know exactly why he stays to chat with you, buying ridiculous amounts of stuff that were frankly far too expensive just to have an excuse to talk to you. You don’t mind it much, especially when he’s a great deterrent for any unwanted petty thieves or middle school delinquents trying to rob your store every week or so.
Apparently, he’s got a reputation for being a bit of an adrenaline junkie and being willing to fight anything and everything that breathes. And apparently, word’s gotten out that he’s into you, like, really into you, so most guys who have less-than-well intentions have decided that robbing the local 7-eleven isn’t worth the trouble if it means having to deal with Ajax.
“Actually, it’s Tartaglia.”
“Tarantula?”
“No, Tartaglia. It’s my street name! Ajax just doesn’t inspire the same fear into other people’s hearts the same way Tartaglia does.”
“Whatever you say, Tortilla.”
“It’s Tartaglia!”
He never brings up the fact that you never call or text him back, even when he’s somehow gotten ahold of your number and started sending you memes and updates about his day. When asked, he just shrugs and says he’ll win you over eventually.
SCARAMOUCHE
It wasn’t intentional, and you’ll admit it was completely your fault, but did he have to be such an asshole about you dozing off on the counter?
“Have the standards really fallen so low that employees are now afforded to sleep on the job?”
Here was this guy at two in the morning, bemoaning society’s failure in raising the new generation to have a proper work ethic at a 7-eleven store. The guy had a rolex watch and clothes that looked like they were worth more than your monthly salary — you’re not one to judge other people’s appearances, but he’s the very image of nepotism. And frankly speaking, you’re of the opinion that rich people shouldn’t be entitled to an opinion on what the working class decides do with their life, like falling asleep on the job.
…And oh, you just said that out loud, didn’t you?
Oh well, your manager will understand.
The guy with a bowl cut leaves fuming, but not before slapping a wad of cash down the counter to pay for his stupidly expensive noodles, snarling at you to keep the change since you clearly need it more than him.
You do, in fact, keep the change. Money is money, whether it’s from your salary or a rich boy throwing a tantrum.
The next day in class, a bag slams down the seat beside you, and you’re met with the same rich boy from last night, a scowl painting his rather pretty face as he hisses lowly about how he’s surprised you can afford to go to college. Talk about holding a grudge, you would’ve forgotten all about him from last night if he hadn’t given you his change.
He fumes even more when you don’t give him any sort of reaction, merely nodding your head at him and turning back to the board to listen to your professor drone on about this and that. It’s rather difficult to focus, however, when he keeps muttering sarcastic comments and barbs to the teacher beneath his breath.
“If you even had an iota of charm about you, perhaps your wife wouldn’t have filed for a divorce.”
You choked on a laugh, hand coming up muffle the sound, but he clearly noticed, judging by the way he snaps his head to you, eyes wide and seemingly surprised you found it funny. You only smile at him, an amused little thing, but he quickly looked away and murmured something unintelligible beneath his breath, his fists clenched and the tips of his ears curiously pink.
He comes back to visit your job that night, still with that air of haughtiness about him but a bit toned down. Even more surprising was the fact he didn’t immediately leave the moment he handed you his money.
“Do you want the change?”
“Are you so desperate for money that you’d go begging a total stranger for some spare coin?”
“I mean, yeah, I guess.”
“Tch, fine. You can have it.”
He never fails to come back every night, always giving you the change for his bill, even when the amount is more than the items he paid for. Sometimes, he’ll even take out a snack or a drink from the bag and slide them over to you, cheeks suspiciously red as he did so.
“Don’t think this means anything. I’m only giving this to you because I know you can’t afford it.”
“It’s literally worth ten mora.”
“Would it kill you to at least give me a thank you?”
“Thank you, Kunikuzushi. I’ll be sure to treasure this can of cola that I would’ve never been able to afford without your help.”
“Shut up.”
He buys you a tub of ice cream the next night, the ridiculously expensive kind, to prove a point. The two of you eat it together at one of the tables, him grumbling about the stain on the table and the overall lack of quality and taste — at a 7-eleven — and you laughing whatever he says.
Well, you suppose he’s not as much of an asshole as you initially assumed.
VENTI
He’s a bit popular in campus, in the sense that nearly everyone is friends with him, which makes it impossible not to have heard about that one guy who’s really great at singing. You were, unfortunately, one of the few that aren’t well acquainted with him — aren’t acquainted with him at all.
So when he comes up to the counter, all boyish grin and ridiculously short shorts and a cute little pink hair clip keeping his bangs away from his face, holding an entire household’s worth of vodka and wine, you do what any rational semi-adult would do and look at him with a blank face.
“Are you even old enough to drink?”
He laughs at you like this is a common occurrence he faces on the daily before slapping down his ID on the counter. And huh, would you look at that, he’s even older than you are.
He then lights up once he gets a good look at you. “Hey, you’re Albedo’s friend, aren’t you?” He abandons his alcohol at the counter in favor of looking around your quaint little convenient store. “So this is that 7-eleven he keeps talking about…”
You’re not exactly sure what he’s going on about, but you do know he must be a friend of Albedo’s, which makes you ease up around him. He’s nice. Sort of. If you ignore the teasing and the jokes and the way he keeps asking you to give him a student discount. For alcohol. You’d given him what you hoped was your best imitation of Kunikuzushi’s stink eye. You think you got it on point, if the way he deflates is any indication.
He comes around the store every weekend, saying he’s here to get a little treat for the awful weekday he’s had. You never fail to remind him that he has class every Sunday, to which he responds by opening a can of beer (which he hasn’t paid for yet) and sitting on the counter, bemoaning the injustice of putting classes during the weekends.
You once asked him why he keeps hanging around this store when there’s a perfectly good bar right around the corner, owned by that popular red-haired business major from your university. Venti just laughed and said he prefers the quietness here — and the company, he added with a wag of his eyebrows. He always teases you, sometimes borderline flirting, but it’s easy enough to wave it away.
The day you discovered he was actually well known in campus was when your university hosted a local event. There’d been stalls and booths set up everywhere and even a little mock-stage put up near the center for any band or singer to perform in. It’d been nice to have a break from the monotonous routine of going to class and studying then working at your job and getting less than ideal sleep.
And then you heard your name booming out from the speakers, and you turn your head to see Venti on the stage with that little lyre he sometimes carries with him to the store, saying he’d like your opinion on a song or two he composed.
He dedicates the song to you in front of the entire student body, then proceeds to sing the cheesiest, most gut-wrenching and cringiest love song of all time.
“Why did you have to pick that song?”
“Because it’s fun and cute!”
“I sometimes question your ability to distinguish cute from horrifyingly monstrous.”
There’s a mortified look on your face, but amidst the embarrassment and the teasing remarks of his friends, there’s a smile on your face that you can’t bring yourself to wipe away.
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Setter! Albedo who fucks you, their libero in the shower room. Hand on your mouth to keep you quiet, while the other holds your knees up as he pounds relentlessly in your hole. He cums and cums inside of you, overflowing out your hole, the water washing it away. It's inappropriate, but that itself is arousing.
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Genshin Characters That Eat Pussy For Your Pleasure Vs Their Pleasure
//18+ MINORS DNI - AFAB! Reader
Uhmmm I just had some thoughts heheh.
Albedo, Ei, Ayato, Heizou, Kazuha, Diluc, Xiao, Venti, Childe
Genshin Characters That Eat Pussy For YOUR Pleasure:
Albedo -> I hope you don’t mind him experimenting with his tongue and various toys on you, scribbling down the results, sometimes doing so while suckling on your clit. He edges you until you cry, maybe if you beg he’ll stuff his fingers in your cunt and curl them until you squirt.
Ei -> She’s new to all this, a pussy virgin if you will. Guide her with your fingers in her hair and she’ll melt between your legs with each praise that slips past your lips. She might just feel the need to slip a hand between her thighs. Don’t be too surprised to feel an electric tingle between your slippery folds as she kitten-licks you to completion.
Ayato -> He’s a busy, busy man, so what better way to please his needy darling than to eat them out on his desk? His tongue easily bringing you to climax within minutes, gloved hands gripping your thighs and keeping you close to his face. Presses a sweet little kiss to your throbbing clit when you cry out his name.
Heizou -> This detective is on the case! Figuring out what makes you break with his mouth and fingers alone is his favorite pastime. He likes it messy, slobber and your own cum from a previous orgasm spilling down his cheeks and chin as you ride his tongue. For the love of all the Archons, sit on this dudes face.
Genshin Character ls That Eat Pussy For THEIR Pleasure:
Kazuha -> A certified pussy-holic, always begging to eat you out. He drags you to a secluded corner whenever he can, dropping to his knees just to shove his face between your legs. He needs to taste you, needs you to cream on his tongue, eyes rolling back in his head as you moan his name.
Diluc -> His favorite way to destress is to have you laid out on his king sized bed, spreading your legs so he can have full access to you. He could spend hours just leisurely swirling his tongue around your clit, edging you until you cry for him. Just wait a bit longer, he’s not done yet.
Xiao -> Pussy menace. He’s practically growling possessively between your thighs, acting as though your cunt belongs to him and him alone. Try and push him away and he’ll nip your thigh, diving right back in to this grand feast. If you just so happen to enjoy it, great, but he’s here trying to drink up all you essence, licking you clean each time you cum.
Venti -> Ruthless bard who gets so drunk on eating you out that he loses the ability to think. Your cries for more make his cock twitch, and he find himself humping you, the bed, or whatever he can shamelessly grind his hips into. Shoves his tongue in your pussy just to pull away and watch as your hole clenches around nothing. Brings a dumb smile to his face.
Childe -> This man is a feral beast, don’t expect him to be gentle with you. Gets really into it, moaning against your pussy as your thighs squeeze his head. He’s delirious, letting a glob of spit drop onto your clit before wrapping his lips around the bud and sucking it clean. He’s prone to making your legs shake so bad and overstimulating you to the point where you have to use the safe word, he just gets so lost.
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you're too good to be true ღ 彡 !
★ — what are the genshin guys' favourite positions?
★ — starring : itto , kazuha , albedo , kaeya .
★ — contains : gn afab reader / individual warnings on each section . minors dni.
༉‧₊˚. ARATAKI ITTO
cws : praise, pussydrunk itto, dumbfucking, getting caught.
it’s no lie that itto is massive. his cock will be struggle to take every single time, and you’ll be reduced to nothing but dumb little babbles when he’s through with you. typically he’ll lay you back against the pillows and prep you, often making you cum on his tongue and fingers a couple of times in order to keep you relaxed. itto might not be the most ingenious man in inazuma, but he was a quick learner when it came to your body and precisely how much you could take.
his favourite position is without a doubt the full nelson. he adores folding you in half as you lay on his broad chest, holding your legs back with his extraordinary strength. itto will coax you into it so gently, promising to take the very best care of his darling, yet as soon as the tip of his thick length is dipping into your warm hole, he’s harnessing every single ounce of his self control in order to prevent him from going feral and fucking your cunt like it was nothing more than a fleshlight.
that being said, itto is most certainly aware that he has the power to break you. he works you up slowly, always praising you as he grows more and more drunk on your pussy. the oni growls into your ear as he thrusts up into you, loudly enough that anybody within a short vicinity of the room will hear. (one time one of the gang members made the mistake of coming in to check on their boss, and they were greeted by the sight of your legs pulled back and cunt fully exposed while the boss continued to fuck you just as viciously as he had when the two of you were alone.)
༉‧₊˚. KAEDEHARA KAZUHA
cw : oral , pussydrunk kazuha.
kazuha is a sweetheart. he gets off on making you feel good, though he certainly isn’t one to deny the feeling of your plump lips wrapped around his shaft. this is why his favourite intimate moments with you are when your both in the 69 position. he truly lives up to his vocation as a poet with the way that his tongue works wonders, beginning with slow, teasing licks to your inner thighs before finally reaching your cunt. every movement with him is purposeful, as the man knows exactly how to get you trembling under his touch (because of this, he’ll usually lay you down on the bed and hover over the top of you).
to be honest, kazuha doesn’t really care that much about whether or not you’re sucking him off. he’s content focusing on eating you out more than anything, though you’ve discovered that if you start lapping up the glistening beads of precum from the tip of his cock, he’ll softly moan into your pussy. the vibrations are absolutely heavenly.
kazuha takes his time with you, kitten licking your clit gently, placing the tiniest of kisses to the swollen bud before truly going for it. your begging amused him, though he won’t tease you to the point that those frustrated tears start welling in your eyes. he’ll spread your labia apart with one hand to give him the best access as his tongue slips into your drooling cunt, eager to taste your sweet essence all over his mouth.
༉‧₊˚. ALBEDO KREIDEPRINZ
cws : none .
albedo might be your textbook experimentalist in the bedroom, but the one thing he really enjoys is seeing your face and etching each expression into his memory. that’s why missionary is his favourite position through and through - he loves watching your face contort in that lustful concoction of pain and pleasure when he first pushes his cock into you.
one thing that the alchemist will do every time without fail is put a pillow under your hips. he finds that it first of all gives a better angle when he inserts his middle and ring finger into your pussy, tenderly stretching you open in preparation to take him. the trick came from a drunken kaeya who was babbling on about his recent sexual endeavours, and told his friend that not only can putting something under his lover’s back should make it easier for him to reach deeper inside of you, but also make things feel more intense for them. the cavalry captain had even gone as far as to show albedo some of the scratches left on his upper arms that had been left on his tanned skin a few nights prior.
now, albedo couldn’t live without it. he had grown obsessed with mentally noting how your body responded to different speeds and angles. he would always slide his hand in between your entangled forms, locating your clit and pushing you even closer to the edge. the man felt his heart swell as he remembered that he was the one making you feel so good.
every once in a while you’d fall asleep rather quickly after sex, and albedo would take the opportunity to pull out a pencil and a small notebook that he kept hidden in his bedside table and would sketch a couple of rough images of your face while he fucked you - it was his dirty secret.
furthermore, another reasons that albedo adores this position is because of how your walls never failed to flutter around him a little bit more every time you heard his whimpers and groans. he’s not exactly the loudest in the bedroom, but being in such close proximity to you meant that you could hear every little noise that escaped that starred throat of his.
༉‧₊˚. KAEYA ALBERICH
cws : spanking , mention of brat taming , praise / degradation , public sex .
though he’s in love with all of you, one thing that kaeya treasures is your ass. no matter the size, he adores watching it as you struggle to sink down on his long cock. that’s why doggy style is his favourite position.
the man is absolutely transfixed on your ass as it jiggles in response to his thrusts, and will even shift his speed in order to suit his fancy. if you’re being bratty or find it amusing to talk back to him, kaeya won’t hesitate to spank your ass a couple of times. hell, he’s so in love with it that every now and then he’ll make up minor infractions that could possibly count as you disobeying him just so that he can slap it a few times.
one thing that makes this position extra appealing to kaeya is the fact that at any moment, he can lean down and whisper in your ear. he’s a big fan of mixing praise and degradation together, so he won’t hesitate to bend down and ghost his lips over the shell of your ear, telling you how wonderfully your slutty hole sucked him in and how filthy you were for clenching around him whenever he spanked you.
kaeya gets hard pretty easily, so when you began to make it a habit of stopping by his office during the day for a spontaneous visit, it slowly started turning into him bending you over his desk and taking you from behind. it doesn’t come close to how badly he could ruin you when you were in the privacy of your own room, but regardless, you had to walk out of the knight’s headquarters with kaeya’s cum dribbling out of your cunt.
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SWEET LIKE HONEY ! — albedo kreideprinz.
⭒— SUMMARY · you failed your latest test, but there’s no need to worry when the professor offers you a way to make up the grade ! [ this post contains dark content. full tags utc. ]
⭒— CONTENT · sub fem reader , college au , teacher / student relationship , pervy albedo , dubcon , coercion , panty stealing , praise , implied masturbation , crybaby ! reader , office sex.
to begin with, your day had consisted of burnt toast and unwashed dishes. by the time you were ready to go grab a cup of morning coffee, you noticed a toothpaste stain on your white blouse so you had to get changed again instead. to put it simply, everything was going wrong ! you wanted nothing more than to return to bed, close the curtains, and shut the world out for the day. instead, you powered through and made your way to class.
in hindsight, maybe you should have done just that. you had completely forgotten about a test you had done last week until a piece of paper was slammed down on your desk. your heart dropped as you flipped it over to reveal a big 'c’ in the top corner. bio-chem with professor albedo was the only class you were averaging below an 'a’ in, this was only going to make it even worse ! you had studied your ass off for this test, doing everything you could to increase your knowledge of the subject. hell, you were convinced you had worked harder than everyone else in this class ! it was as though the red ink was mocking you, laughing at your failure. you decided that your only option to rectify this was to visit your professor after class and inquire as to your low score.
as soon as he wrapped up the lecture, you shoved the paper deep into the depths of your bag. not wanting to have an angry outburst, you had opted to grab a long overdue coffee before heading to your professor’s office. it hadn’t helped too much, your shakiness noticeable as your knuckles rapped lightly against the hard wood. albedo took a moment to stretch from his prior position of being hunched over the desk marking papers for one of his other classes. he peered around the door, fluffy hair and cozy sweater making him feel oh so inviting.
“sir, could i talk to you for a moment?” he picked up on the nervousness in your voice instantly.
“of course, miss y/l/n. come in.” professor albedo opened the door wider, gesturing to the couch on the other side of his desk. “am i correct to presume this is regarding your recent examination score?”
you placed your bag down as he closed the door and returned to his own seat.
“yes, sir.” was all you managed. your stared at your shoes, trying to gain control over your emotions though to no avail.
“well?”
you sighed deeply before the rambling began and you gave in. “i don’t understand how they’re so low. i’ve been working so hard, studying all night even-” you hadn’t expected to get so worked up over a silly little letter on a piece of paper that you could just throw to the wind. tears began welling in your eyes, nose becoming slightly runny. “i-if my grades aren’t perfect then i won’t get back in to study for my masters ! how-” sniffle. “how am i supposed-” sniffle. “to fix this?” sniffle.
“first take a deep breath, y/n.” you buried your head in your hands, your professor’s perception of you being added to the list of your worries. the last thing you wanted was for him to assume you were some spoiled crybaby who always got what she wanted ! “we can work something out.”
you looked up at him as though he had just offered you the world. your teary eyes gleamed in the soft light of his office, awaiting what solution the smart man had come up with. albedo wanted nothing more than to fix all of your problems. sure, you were his most diligent student. if he was honest, your poor grades were perhaps… an experiment of his own. he wanted to see how much pressure you could handle, since he was considering offering you a position as his assistant over summer break. you had lasted longer than his original hypothesis had predicted.
your professor’s introverted nature made it difficult for him to comfort you. he decided that the best course of action was to plop himself down next to you on the loveseat, wrapping one of his arms around your sobbing form. you buried your face into albedo’s sweater, dampening the soft wool in your tears. his grip only tightened around you, cooing softly as he caressed your back.
all in all, there was nothing impure about the interaction. or at least, there wasn’t at first. in your sorrowful haze, your hand had accidentally brushed against your professor’s crotch, prompting a sharp intake of breath from the man. his attention was then drawn to the way your breasts were pressed against him.
“s-s-sir?”
albedo’s face flushed red at the fact that you’d noticed his… predicament. your eyes were wide, sobs having halted. you looked so innocent before him, so much so that he couldn’t prevent his dark thoughts taking over.
“i have a proposal for you, y/n. perhaps if you were to help me with the… situation before us, i could ensure your grades stay high enough to secure your place in any future education you desire.”
surely he wasn’t insinuating what you thought he was. you had always thought he was a rather attractive man, though he was your professor ! you should be running to the dean to report him right now.
“you may go, if you so wish,” it was as though albedo was reading your mind. “none of my superiors will believe any negative thought you share about me. now, you can either leave and accept your results or we can…” he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “come up with a mutually beneficial arrangement.”
“s-sir, i-” you began sniffling again, though you didn’t make a move towards the door. perfect grades for the remainder of his classes was too good of an offer to pass up, wasn’t it? he could tell that you were considering it.
“we can take it slow, darling. i do not wish to make you too uncomfortable.” his hand was on your shoulder, the other resting on your hip.
a weak “okay” left your mouth.
albedo pulled you onto his lap, resting you on top of one of his thighs. his hands found their way underneath your shirt as lithe fingers started digging slightly into your hips. he rocked you slowly against him as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. how embarrassing that you had to let your professor use you like this just so that you could pass a class !! he admired how you’d fully given into his advances, your body practically limp for him to use as he desired. your arms wrapped around him as salty tears began gently rolling down your cheeks. attempts to keep your cries quiet were futile, with your professor pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head in an attempt to comfort you. the way you were so vulnerable for him spurred him on further. you were too weak to pleasure yourself, so he had to do it for you !! your legs were tightening, thighs wanting to give you more friction than you were already receiving from him. albedo took note of this. he lifted you off of him enough to remove your clothes. the man allowed you to keep your shirt on, for it would save you from any further embarrassment should somebody walk through the currently unlocked door to his office. your sobs only increased as he removed your panties. luckily for him, you were too preoccupied to see him shoving them deep into his pocket, no intentions of returning the lacy fabric to you. you felt so exposed, hiding your face even further in him.
“there’s nothing too worry about, sweetheart. i think you look ravishing like this.” he dragged a finger between your folds, only to be met by his slick covered digit. he took it for a few short laps around your aching bud, relishing in the whines that became mixed with sobs falling from your lips. albedo sat you back down so that you were straddling his thigh. he spread you enough so that your clit was resting against the rough material of his trousers. subconsciously you began rutting your hips against his lightly colored slacks. albedo kept one hand on your back, gently guiding you, while the other began stroking your hair. tears covered his sweater, accompanying your sweet moans.
“so good for me,” your professor would whisper, along with other praises of how you were his “favorite student” and how beautiful you looked rutting against him so desperately. you’d be lying if you said his words didn’t increase the wetness pooling between your legs, though you felt so humiliated in this position that you felt more tears falling simultaneously. your cunny was spilling juices all over him, most definitely ruining his pants.
you grew exhausted rather quickly, between the cries and the stress today had thrown at you. no matter how much albedo was encouraging you to keep going, your trembly voice barely whispering to him that you “can’t” do any more was enough for him to lend a helping hand. what kind of professor would he be to ignore a student in need ? as you remained clinging onto him, he continued to hold your head as his other hand reached between your thighs. his fingers circled your entrance, gently tapping it. he wanted nothing more than to scissor you open and stuff your pretty hole nice and full, though he didn’t want to scare you off. he wanted to keep you in a position where he could continue to have control over you, which meant giving you your desired grades while he persuaded you to keep returning the favor for him. how could he allow for such a sweet thing like yourself to escape his grasp ?!
you felt your eyelids growing heavy as your professor’s fingers massaged your puffy clit. his touches were like feather, using his index and ring fingers to spread you open as his middle finger stroked you ever so lightly. he tapped against the bud periodically, enjoying how you trembled with every graze. your voice was mostly gone, barely able to warn him that you were close. “g-g-g gonna-” was all you could manage. the man knew exactly what you struggled to communicate.
“cum for me, sweetheart,” the dirtiness and shame you felt at your professor’s words combined with his saccharine tone made you shake. he rubbed directly onto your pulsing clit as your body began spasm on top of him. albedo held onto you as pleasure rushed through your veins and even more of your cum spilled onto his thigh. he helped you ride through your high, the scent of sex filling the office. you pulled yourself away from him as your breathing calmed. he was in half a mind to drag you back into his embrace, though his curiosity regarding the shy expression he imagined adorning your features prevented him from doing such. your hair was a mess, tear stained face red. your eyes were slightly swollen, fresh tears still dancing down your puffy cheeks. you tried wiping them away and clearing your running nose with the back of your sleeve. albedo grabbed a tissue from his desk, assisting you as you sat in defeat. your eyes spotted the wet patch you’d left on his trousers. you couldn’t help but apologize profusely, despite barely being able to form a sentence. albedo looked down at you, pads of his thumbs gracing your cheeks. “don’t worry, sweetheart. i always keep spare clothes in my office, just in the case of any lab emergencies that should arise.” the man would wait until you left to change. the way your weak form exited his office was intoxicating, staring intently at how your hips swayed slightly with each step. despite how he wanted to feel you wrapped around the aching in his pants so very badly, he would instead prefer to take you in a much less formal setting. for now, the panties that you had unknowingly left behind would have to suffice.
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pining after albedo would include:
rosaria warning you up that you shouldn't trust the chief alchemist this easily because he's "much more than what he let's see." beware, she is monitoring all of your hangouts together. she could much possibly be worried for you.
kaeya teasing you and albedo, asking you subtle things and alluding to your implicit bond. he knows. and maybe he likes to see both of you frustrated.
diluc puzzled by how you two act together, exchanging complicity glances to kaeya, who looks rather amused. has the chief alchemist ever been so intimate with anyone before?
jean shocked by how albedo becomes a totally different person when he's with you. she'd discuss that with lisa, at first kind of worried for albedo mental health.
lisa would be another person who would tease the hell out of you, but she'd allude to your romance in a more open way.
amber gossiping with eula and sometimes directly alluding that you two would make a cute couple.
Klee loving you and often asking to you or albedo if you actually are in love with each other. she'd love if you actually got together and often sketches you two together. or she forces you to play rather embarrassing such the Knight who has to rescue the Prince or the married couple. maybe she's doing it on purpose for helping her brother, who knows. after all, she'd be the first rooting after you.
sucrose and timeous worried because lately their master looks on cloud nine. he's totally changing behaviour when you're around. they probably made a bet about who's going to ask out who first.
mona being slightly jealous. she'd be kind of reluctant to talk with you at a first. tough she'd start to menage it over time.
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art gallery with albedo
notes: artist / kitukoto_so, direct link on the character’s name
mlist ++ tglist @aethion @jllyfsh-lvr
albedo kreideprinz, a well-known artist throughout tevyat, well at least under the name of calx. right now, it's almost time for the grand opening of his art, displayed for eyes who never found the delight of every stroke placed delicately on the canvas.
of course, tonight, everyone was on his art, but his eyes lies elsewhere, distracted among the sea of crowds scurrying to the works. he was looking at them, a person who stood out of the crowd like a sore thumb. they weren't here for criqiting him nor as a big fan, he was amused.
for they were the most interesting piece in this entire room. they were isolated from everyone else. he walked closer, taking a glass from a server and thanked them in the process. "why are you staring at this piece for so long?"
they flinched in surprise before shifting their weight to one side, glancing briefly at the painted canvas with bold strokes. "i don't know. it doesn't really speak to me. probably whatever the pretentious artist painted for cash..."
he leaned against the wall, "is that what you really think?" wow, they don't know who he is at all. it's honestly refreshing compared to how other people treat him as if he was higher than them, atop of a pedestal and never allowing themselves to be comfortable with him. he's treated like he's a god and never a human just like them.
they looked again, ghost tracing every rough part of the painting. yearning to touch the textured paint but never did. "yeah, clearly this is a bunch of... um, scribbles to express nothing but-" they made their voice pitched like a chipmunk, "making real art." they air-quoted "real".
he chuckled, making them confused. "i really enjoyed your perceptive of my art. i'll make sure that my work wouldn't show off the "pretentious" parts and the fact it's an easy way to get money."
watching their mouth go agape whilst they tried to make up for what they just said, "you're- wait no way!" they kept stumbling on their words making him laugh again. he waved his hand,
"don't worry, i enjoyed this talk with you. you're no way in trouble. in fact," he dug into his coat pocket and gave them a card, a card with his number on it.
"i think, i'd take this as a lesson for you to tell me how to paint it better. call me whenever you feel like my art began to feel too cash-grabbing."
"wait-"
but then he left, disappearing in the crowds that called for his name. their hands shook as they held the card in front of them. "call me anytime - calx. xxx-xxx-xxx"
bruise to your ego but a win for your heart? they shrugged, typing the number on their phone. whatever, you'd take this chance.
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[𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑻𝑾𝑶] 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒌 | 𝑶𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑼𝒑𝒐𝒏 𝑨 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝟏
CINDERELLA AU | ALBEDO KREIDEPRINZ X READER
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, tba
Once Upon A Vision Masterlist
Author's note: For the past three months, I've been busy but I've also been cooking up some new stories and ideas for this series~ While I've also been writing this story, I was also writing a few to release soon. I hope to get them released soon as I also finish this first fairytale!
(By the way, I didn't plan for this to be released on April fools lolol, don't worry, no prank or joke from me lmaoo)
After what felt like a while, you cleared your throat as you dusted your outfit. “Uh, I apologize, sir.”
Albedo snapped out of his gaze. “Don’t be, you didn’t disturb me at all.” He then looked at the bluebird, chirping at his easel. He noticed you holding a similar one, except this bird had a green ribbon on his head rather than a pink one. He asked you, curiously. “Is this bird yours?”
You chuckled, shaking your head. “No. I just happen to know these two birds.”
He raises an eyebrow but gets intrigued even more when the pink ribbon bow bird on his easel chirps as it flaps back to you and sets itself onto your shoulder.
“How so? Are they your friends?”
You shrugged, patting one of the bluebirds. “Sort of… I’ve seen them many times ever since I was a kid.”
“Do they have names?” He asked.
“...No, haven’t bothered to name them…” You smiled. “...And I’m terrible with names, anyway.”
On the subject of names, you look down and up at the stranger. You had lived in this village for most of your life and never had once seen or heard about him. “...Are you… a noble? Your outfit is more elegant than most of the townspeople.”
Albedo looked up, surprised and seeing that you were referring to his appearance. He cleared his throat. “Oh no, I’m just… a palace apprentice.” He knew that telling someone he just met his true identity might lead to endless bad outcomes.
You raise an eyebrow, doubting his statement because of his tone. But you decided not to push it further. “...I see.”
You glance over, noticing his easel. You walk near him, turning to his canvas. You gasped, amazed at what was painted on it.
It was a beautiful painting of the strawberry and cherry tree, there was a lot of wonderful coloring and details to it. Not only that, but the background was also a part of the village that was just as detailed and colored well as the tree.
You stare at it in awe, while Albedo looks amused by your expression. “...Is something wrong?”
You turn to him in shock. “...This… painting… you did this?”
“Indeed I did,” Albedo said, smiling. “Although, I’m still not finished yet…”
You smiled softly. “It's… beautiful.”
“...Thank you.”
“Do you paint often? Perhaps a court painter?” You asked him, curiously.
He responded. “Not a court painter, just a normal apprentice. But I simply see painting as a personal experiment.” Sensing your confused expression, he quickly spoke up. “However, I do still enjoy painting different aspects and environments and whatever interests me.”
You look at the strawberry and cherry trees. “But what’s so special about this particular tree?” You noticed that the birds flew over to the tree this time again, but you didn’t mind.
“Ah, well, I need a clear reference for such. I wasn’t planning on making the tree the actual subject, I simply used it to add more life to this piece. I decided that I would replicate the tree and the village as the background and add something else entirely on whatever interested me as the main subject.” Albedo said.
“...So, basically, the tree and the village are just a background, and you’ll add something interesting as the main part of your piece?” You clarified.
He nodded. “Yes, that’s what I had in mind.”
“So, who will be your main subject?”
He hummed. “...Well, perhaps your birds can be.”
“...They aren’t mine.”
“But, they are your friends. I’m surprised you aren’t their owner.”
You shrugged. Back then, you kind of did want to take them in when you saw them often but because of your strict household circumstances, you couldn’t. “I’m just not…”
It was realizing that you immediately cursed yourself. You had to go back home from your errand. “Uh, well, I have to go now… But, it was a pleasure meeting you…”
“...You can call me Calx.”
You gave him back the same look. “...Calx, I’m [Name]. It was nice to meet you. I hope to see you soon. Bye” You began walking off, waving to him
Albedo waved back with a soft smile.
...
The day went by fast, and now the day turned into night as quickly as ever. The dark outside always felt eerie and spooky to everyone, but when the village lights up the lamp posts and the fairy lights, all worries went away. And from the window of your home, it was a nice sight as the village continued on their days like the night was nothing.
Currently, that helped you forget a bit that you lived with your stepfamily. But then you heard Lady Avis yelling from the other room. “[Name]! Where is dinner!?”
You flinched immediately as you rapidly continued to cook the meals. “...In a sec, ma’am!” You were irritated when you heard animal snickers and laughter from your stepsisters, but you concentrated on doing your duty.
And just like you said, after a short while, you were now serving Barbatos Ratatouille to them, pouring it into their perspective bowls before putting their glasses of Apple Cider.
“This took about an hour? It would’ve been better if you cooked it in under thirty minutes, dearie. Be faster next time, and it should be cooked perfectly.” Your stepmother spat at you as she took a sip of her drink.
You nodded. “...Yes, madam.”
You glance at your stepsisters, thinking they would enjoy it since they were the ones who requested this dish before your expression turns to shock immediately. Leni had only taken the first bite of the dish, already throwing up the portion on the table, making a complete mess. Gisela also sipped on her beverage, only to spit it onto the floor, ruining the clean ground you had cleaned up earlier.
“Ugh! This stew is too hot! My mouth is burning!” Leni cried, taking the water jug and gulping it down.
“Eww, why does this Apple Cider taste like dirt!” Gisela said, glaring at you as she dared to throw her drink to the ground. The glass broke completely and the liquid flowed on the floor.
“Ah, guys, wait! Y-You’re making a mess-!” You ended up trying to say something that made even more of a mess.
Gisela was even more mad as she yelled at you. “Making a mess!? You dared to serve us this!?”
“That’s right, brat! The audacity you had to burn my tongue!!” Leni said, adding her loud voice.
“...I didn’t mean to! I-”
“And now you're talking back to us!? Must you know that we-”
“...Girls, enough.”
Lady Avis stood up, glaring at her granddaughters, giving them a look of disapproval which both of them immediately shut up. But when she gave you her very own glare, it made you flinch since it was a terrifying look.
“...[Name] [Last Name].” The woman walked up to you. “...Bring Gisela a new glass of Apple Cider and then clean up the mess you caused.”
Your eyes widen in disbelief. “What? The mess I caused? They were the ones who-”
“...And now you blame my daughters? Just because you are my husband's daughter, you should be grateful I’m not giving you a harsher punishment for not only coming home late but also ruining your sisters’ dinner.” She spoke with a stern tone.
You were, of course, angry but you were also overall hurt. “But, I-”
“That’s enough!” Lady Avis slammed the table, irritation was evident in her expression. “I do not want to hear another word from your pathetic mouth. This is why your father left. He probably never wanted to go on that business trip, he just wanted to get away from you.” She scoffed, playing with her nails
You stayed silent, feeling shame from what she said and anger, but you held yourself back from making another comeback to her.
“...Now get Gisela a new drink and clean up this disaster.”
“...Yes, madam.”
Immediately, you went to the kitchen, trying your best not to show your own overwhelmed feelings that you were feeling at the moment.
You open the fridge to pull out the bottle of beverage and get a new glass from the cabinets.
As you poured the drink into it, you didn’t realize a tear slipping down your face.
You hated yelling and shouting.
...
Back in the castle, Albedo was still painting his canvas in his study room. He now had a clear image of what he wanted to paint before, and now that he found a perfect main subject, it was very easy for him to draw the birds.
As he was busy doing this, Albedo didn’t notice those two same birds sitting by his window, watching him curiously.
One of the birds chirped loudly, looking up at the sky causing the other bird to also look up.
Their chirp caught Albedo’s attention. He was surprised to see them again, he knew it was your birds since they both had the ribbon bows wrapped around their heads, green and pink.
The prince went over, opening the window. “...You two… how did you manage to find me?”
Although the birds seemed happy to see that he noticed them, they were more focused on the sky.
Albedo bent over a bit to see what caught their attention only to gasp at what was flowing from above that seemed to be falling into his palace as he saw some of them already sticking onto his castle’s towers, roofs, and walls. Even his window was already covered with it.
He muttered, intrigued. “...Snow?”
…
Somewhere far away, someone stood below a tree and watched as the snow fell onto the kingdom and its village. They smirked before swiftly disappearing into the cold forest’s mist, never to be seen again by anyone.
...
...
The next day had quickly come by. But a new day is another day of daily chores. Once again, sit up and put your [favorite plushie] on the side of your pillow.
Today, you were feeling more tired and sluggish than normal. You knew it was what happened yesterday, but it wasn’t like it was the first time something like that happened anyway.
You stretched your arms whilst yawning and you looked out the window, expecting to see the birds once again outside your window to greet you.
But instead, you gasped as you immediately went over to see a view full of the current season. You opened your window, already feeling the cold breeze as you put your hand out for the little flakes to fall on your hands.
It is snowing.
It must have recently been snowing as yesterday was sunny and warm and you didn’t see snow forming last night before you slept. However, it seems as if the whole kingdom is already covered in snow. You see the village up ahead, their houses' roofs already filled with snow, including the fences and lamp posts.
And there you see families running around and playing in the snow and the markets were still busy, despite the cold weather.
The last time you ever saw Hexenmpire snow was so long ago, probably when you were at the age of six. All of the other seasons of summer, fall, and spring do occur every time in the land, and today should be the season of spring so why is winter occurring now?
Although strange, you were still fascinated by it. You had loved snow when you first saw it as a child. You remembered that you and your parents had created a snowman family to represent yourselves. You even remember that you also tried burying your father with snow when he was still sleepy in the morning, but you don’t know where the pictures your mother took before are now.
Suddenly, you yelped startled when your door burst open. You turn in shock to see Leni, entering your room.
“[Name]! Where are my coats and boots!? I need them to go to the snow!” Leni said.
You raise an eyebrow. “What? They weren’t in your closet?”
“No! Now, chop chop and find it for me! And if it’s dirty, you better wash it!” She shouted at you before leaving your room.
You groaned since you just woke up. You sighed, got up, and went out of your room.
But you stopped, glancing over to find it just hanging loose in a clothing rack in the corner. You yelled, agitated.
“Leni! They were just outside! It was right here! How in the world did you miss it?!”
...
Back in the castle of Hexenmpire, the little red princess ran up to her huge royal window, followed by her mother and brother. Klee beamed, putting her hands in the window as she leaned further to admire it. “It’s snowing!”
“Why, truly rare and magnificent, indeed!” Alice smiled, hugging her daughter from behind. “Oh, how exciting for all of the fun things we can do!”
Albedo walked up to both of them, staring out of the window curiously. “It seems interesting that snow suddenly happens at this time.”
“It is. But, it’s, oh, so wonderful!” Alice said. “I never got to see and enjoy snow since Hexenmpire rarely snows!”
“Mom, can we please go outside?” Klee begged.
Her mother chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Why, of course, dear!” Alice then turned to Albedo. “But I think your older brother should accompany you. Would you be so kind to do so?”
“Not a bother at all, Alice. I’m sure Klee and I will have a fun time with the snow.” Albedo smiled.
She smiled. “Oh, I will also join you both in a while! Klee, let’s go and get you dressed in your warm clothes.”
Klee nodded as she and Alice left the room, the little girl already excited to experience and feel the snow.
As the two girls left, Albedo looked out of the window with his remaining curious expression. Seeing the snow all around the kingdom, he was questioning how snow suddenly came after all these years. He could only remember that during his time as a prince, there was only one rare time when he was young that it snowed. He remembered the sense of familiarity when his younger self felt the snow’s cold sensation. He wondered if he would feel that once again when he went outside.
Just then, he notices the same two birds with their pink and green ribbons outside of his window again. He was already startled that those two birds managed to find him in the castle last night. Albedo walked up, opening it slightly as he raised an eyebrow. “You two, why are you here again…?”
The birds just chirped in response, the one with the green bow was seemingly comfortable with Albedo as it flew and sat comfortably on the prince’s shoulder while the bird with the pink bow just nuzzled its face in Albedo’s covered hands.
“You two are particularly strange and interesting, I wonder if they are concerned about your guys’ wellbeing,” Albedo said, referring to you. “It’s still weird to not name you both…”
The two creatures just looked up at him innocently, chirping and being incredibly comfortable and cute near him which made him let out a small smile.
Looking back out at the outside being completely snowy through his window, he then noticed a similar figure. He raises an eyebrow, seeing the person he was just referring to.
...
After doing your usual routine and helping your stepfamily put on their warm clothes during the snow, you wear your outfit and step out of the cottage. You skipped over to an open field just between the village and the hill where your cottage was.
Your stepmother and your stepsisters had planned yesterday and decided to go somewhere out of the village for the day. Luckily, this was a day off for you, even though they expected you to still do your daily chores. You planned to do them later but since it’s snowing, why not just have some fun for now?
After feeling like you were far enough you immediately began to make a small snowball for yourself. Despite wearing your mittens, the feeling of snow was amazing. There was so much you could do with it and seeing how the kingdom is covered with it all, no snow would end even if you would use a lot.
You then used your snowball and rolled it up to the whole ground of snow, making its size increase slowly but surely. When it was big enough, you gathered more snow to create another snowball that was similar in size. You put one on top of the other and smoothen bits here and there. It reminded you so much of how you and your family did with your guys’ snowmen.
Now for the fun part, you probably need to go back to your home, go to a nearby stall, or just go to the forest to get materials and decorations you want to add to your snowman. Even though you don’t know if you have anything of the sort, you go back to your house and leave the unfinished snowman there. And you hoped no kids would ruin it or see the snow of the snowballs on the ground when you returned.
But after a while, when you came back with a scarf, carrot, and all, you didn’t expect to find that gorgeous noble pale-blonde stranger in his warm outfit in front of your snowman, seemingly giving its legs to its torso that looked like the snowman sitting down. It was even more strange to see the birds also placing a pair of red buttons on the snowman’s torso.
You walked up, giving them an amused expression. “Calx?”
Albedo turned to you, smiling back at you. He wasn’t at all surprised but rather was expecting you. “Hey, [Name].”
“I didn’t expect to see you again.” You said. “Don’t you have any duties to attend to? I don’t know what kind of work an apprentice does, but I would assume they would be busy?”
“Well, that’s normal to assume.” He replied. “But, in Hexenmpire, you’d be surprised just how much free time the palace apprentices do have.”
“Really?” You asked as he nodded in response. But then you said. “Wait, anyways, what are you doing? That’s my snowman.”
Albedo smiled. “Oh, I know. I just saw you across when I was passing by town. When you left, we thought we’d help you with it.”
“I like the snowman’s legs and buttons.” You smiled as the bluebirds chirped from on top of the snowman’s head. You held out your hands for one of them and the green bow one flew over to your hand, already nuzzling to your warm mittens.
“So, what decorations you got?” He asked.
“Uhhh, I only just got another pair of mittens, a red hat, and these…” You trailed off, pulling out what seemed like two pairs of eyes that looked like frozen sunnyside eggs. “I don’t know what these are and I don’t know how I found these, I just did…”
Chuckling, he said. “That’s pretty cute. I got some sticks, a scarf, and some pebbles.”
“And your birds over here just got… a weird-looking apple.” You look in confusion, seeing a red ball in the pink bow’s beak.
You grab it to feel it. “Oh, it is an apple… Where did they find this?”
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “But, come on, the birds already seem eager to put this snowman together.” He said, referring to the pink bow bird attempting to put the red apple on its face and the green bow bird poking the top snowball.
“Alright, alright,” You smiled and nodded, patting them as you first placed the red hat on the head. You watch as Albedo first places the sticks on the side of the arms. Immediately, you put the mittens on it. Then Albedo put the scarf around the snowman’s neck.
You then noticed two of the bluebirds getting your egg eyes before positioning it and placing it on the snowman’s face. You and Albedo laughed, seeing how funny it was, you didn’t expect the egg eyes would look good on it.
After putting the red apple for the nose, you, him, and the birds worked on putting the pebbles for the smile. As you both worked on it, the prince spoke beside you. “Have you never considered naming them?”
“The bluebirds?” You looked at them above. “I mean one time when I noticed they’ve been sticking around me for a while. But, like I said, I’m just that bad with names.”
“What did you consider naming them?”
“The pink one Peony, and the green one Basil.” You shrugged. “It’s pretty basic, I know. But I’ve only just considered those because of their colored bows.”
Albedo raised an eyebrow. “Those names don’t sound that bad. They are pretty decent names.”
“Really?” You jumped when the said bluebirds were chirping loudly, flying up and down excitedly. That was a reminder of when you suggested the names to them when you were young, they did the same reaction, jumping up and down with their wings but you dismissed it as a way of telling you that they didn’t like those names.
Now that you are older, you feel like it was the opposite of what you taught. Albedo chuckled, surprised. “Seems like they also love those names.”
You sighed. “Alright, alright… Peony and Basil, it is. Seems good?” You said, patting each of their feathery heads. The bluebirds jumped up and down, seemingly extremely happy.
And once done, you both stepped backward to view the snowman finished. “It looks good.” He smiled. “It does look great!” You beamed. “My favorite is the egg eyes.” The bluebirds, now Peony and Basil, flew around the full snowman before chirping happily, seeing they also liked how the snowman looked.
“Thanks for the help, Calx.” You smile and he gives you one back. “No problem, [Name].”
“So… now what?” Albedo asked and you just shrugged at him.
Basil chirped, getting your attention. It used its beak to point at the snowman’s head, having an amount of snow in its mouth, and showed it to you. You then get the message.
You glance around before giving Albedo a smirk that makes him raise an eyebrow, confused at your expression. Suddenly, you scooped up snow to make a small snowball and threw it at his coat, making him jump in surprise.
He laughed amused before rolling himself a snowball also making you laugh, preparing yourself and quickly dodging it when he aimed it at your head.
As you tried to scoop up some more snow, Albedo went faster than you and threw it directly at your face making you yelp, and fall over. You sat up, rubbing your face to give him a playful glare which he backed away and laughed out loud when he felt your snowball collide with his back.
Soon enough, you two were just in the field, playfully continuing your guys’ snowball fight, throwing each other snowballs making you both just have a good time and laugh. During the midst of it, Peony and Basil also joined as they scooped their snow using their beaks to join.
You can’t remember the last time you’ve been this happy.
After a while, you two collapsed into the snow, exhausted but smiled next to each other as you both lay there for a bit.
“...Hey, Calx?”
“Yes?”
“I had a fun time.” You leaned to your side, giving him a grateful smile.
He looked at you to you gave the same soft expression. “So did I.”
You slightly sat up. “Do you get out of the palace that often, especially in your free time?”
“Sometimes whenever I feel like it,” Albedo responded, sitting up.
“...After today, when can I expect to see you again?” You smiled.
He smiled back. “Depends on my duties, but I’m sure we can still see each other tomorrow.”
“...What’s it like being a palace apprentice?” You suddenly said.
Albedo thought for a while before responding. “It’s not that bad. You just have to lift and dedicate yourself to your given duties. But we also have plenty of free time to relax and take breaks whenever we need.”
“What about the people around you? Like your teacher? How are they?” You said
“Everyone just like me is kind and friendly, including my teacher. They are just like the queen, all good and generous people.” Albedo secretly is referring to the actual palace apprentices, he has known them for a while when he was young and just sees how well they all treat each other, despite either being their master or working under them.
You frowned. “That’s good…” You trailed off, just wondering about your own life back at home.
“Why are you asking, [Name]?”
“No reason.”
“Do… you want to be a palace apprentice someday?” He raised an eyebrow.
You shrugged, finding a way for you to at least escape from your stepfamily. “Maybe.”
Noticing your strange tone of voice, he smiled softly at you. “Hey, want to know something?”
You look at him curiously as he continues. “I’ll share something interesting. Although it will be announced soon, I think it will cheer you up.”
You look at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
He gestured to you with his finger, making you lean further near him as he went closer to your ear and whispered something in your ear.
...
Later at night, it was almost sundown and you see through the window that the sun was slowly rising down to the horizon. After your short time with Calx, you went back home and quickly did your daily chores and your stepfamily arrived back home after a while.
Your mind was still thinking about what he said before he left. It actually shifted your grim mood to an eager one.
As if on cue, while you were just in the living room, sweeping up the floors like usual, you heard the knocking on the front door.
You wondered if it's actually it. You walk up, slightly looking through the small round window of the door, seeing an unknown man with fancy clothes and holding a scroll.
You opened the door, muttering. "Hello?"
Hearing the door open, you didn't need to look back to see your stepsisters popping their heads out to see who was at the door and your stepmother stepping out, curiously.
"Good evening. I am a messenger from Queen Alice herself," He spoke with a calm tone. "I am here to give out an invitation to every village household this invitation."
He put his hand out with the scroll and you stepped out of the way for Lady Avis to walk over and take it. She smiled sweetly. "Thank you so much, sir." The messenger nodded in acknowledgment before leaving as you closed the door.
You, Leni, and Gisela looked at her as Lady Avis opened and read the scroll.
She cleared her throat, smirking as she read out loud what was stated. "To all villagers and citizens of Hexenmpire, we will now be celebrating the kingdom's 290th birthday in a few days through a royal ball for all invited to attend. The Queen and her children are all hoping and expecting to see you all at the ball. From, Queen Alice."
As Lady Avis finished, she smiled, already imagining the luxuries the ball would obviously include. Immediately, Leni and Gisela squealed in excitement.
Meanwhile, you didn't show any reaction but you were just as excited as any person would be, because this royal ball happens once every eight years.
'Huh, Calx was right.' You thought.
...
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, tba
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authors note: very quick and minor, but would you guys like to include the fairygod mother in this particular story? even though she is a major point in cinderella, i just feel like the story would feel or flow the same way with or without but I'm still debating because including a fairygod mother or parent or whatever would kind of impact the story a bit, but i have two alternatives if ever there will be a fairygod parent or not. pls let me know if you want one or not and majority will win (i might do a poll later but we'll see!)
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Imagine being a personal maid for hire. Maybe you work at some business or organization that services maids or cleaning help. And let's say that youve been requested. You have a good track record and you do your work well.
But these people!!
Okay, imagine being called to clean the residence of the cavalry captain. He says he's hardly there so it's so dusty, and he never has the time for personal cleaning. Alright, whatever. But when you get there, the place…it's literally covered in dust. There are spare bottles of wine and clothes strewn everywhere. Oddly enough the bed is made and the bathroom is clean too but everything else? Horrible.
When he does decide to sleep in his bed rather than the office, he hires you in the mornings to cook some breakfast and perhaps a lunch, and clean up whatever he leaves behind. Easy. If he would shut his mouth. Always with a grin and some cute catchphrase. One time you come in early, with the spare key he had given you, and you arrive in time to see him at the mirror, putting on his eyepatch, hair in disarray and half dressed. You flush, but you're a professional, at least until he smiles, and you know a flirty quip is sharp on his tongue.
You flee with your red face to the little kitchen. Horribly enough, he follows you, half dressed and all, still sleepy eyed and voice low. He mangescto trap you between his body and one of the counters, and you try to glare at him and not look too flustered by his gaze and the open plane of his chest. You ask if hes enjoying himself. And low voiced he says yes, he is. He now knows your weakness and exploits it. This is an ongoing thing.
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You get called to the Favonius Headquarters to clean there too, since your company is often hired for this place. You try to avoid the cavalry captain. You usually succeed. You end up in the office of the acting headmaster, and you want to wince at the coffee mugs everywhere, the pens and papers. She smiles so wearily, pale gold in the Monstadt sun and you think she should be brighter.
She's too young to look so tired, you tell her. She laughs and says you're too pretty in that outfit, that she'll get distracted at this rate. But then she flushes and tells you to forget what she said. Jean says that everything is an organized mess, she knows where everything is but could you please get rid if these mugs? And pass her that pen please? If you don't mind please hand her that paper and deliver this document to miss Lisa? Well, the bags under her eyes are so heavy, and she seems so stressed so–wait, no, you do mind! But it's already too late, you're already at the library.
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Thankfully, Miss Lisa isn't too messy. There are a few stacks of books everywhere though, leading you to trip and fall into her forever open arms. Or ample bosom.
She lets you go with a squeeze or a wink, and tells you you should be wearing something cuter than the droll work clothes you usually wear. You don't comment. She corners you in dark corners and presses unto you when she's reaching around you, or above in a higher shelf for a book. She smells so nice, like books and dried flowers and something richer underneath.
She helps rety your apron in the back, smoothes down your stray hairs. If she catches your eyes from across the room she smiles, pouts a little. You try to focus. Miss Lisa is a flirt, and the quips she throws or the pecks she gives you on your forehead or cheek is….sweet, but unprofessional! You're not here to dilly dally! You go back to dusting, and the cloud that emerges is the only thing that keeps her away.
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You were called as extra staff for the Angel's Share once too. Apparently the partying had gone on so long and was so rambunctious that some extra help was needed, since there weren't enough workers and the off duty ones wouldn't make it in time or at all. Luckily your company is prepared to work at any moment. You actually didn't really wanna go so late, but a hefty tip was surely reserved for you. You cleaned quickly, and efficiently, and you jolted when the young Lord Ragnvindr came up behind you and paid a compliment. You had bumped into him earlier, bussing tables, and he had simply righted you with a quick arm around you, steadying you. His hand was so big and warm, like a brand against your belly, you blush just thinking about it. He made a jest that he should hire you for his manor instead, and you chuckled good naturedly. He offers you a drink, on the house, but its much too late for a drink now, you say. Besides, you don't really like to drink on the job or otherwise, it clouds your judgment and then how will you get home? He chuckles and says you have a point. You dont think you imagine the flare in his eyes. The pleasant, idle conversation between you two is obliterated when a green clad bard falls onto the table between you two.
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He is young, and he reeked of wine, clothes wrinkled and skewed. He still drunkenly sang, off tune but still beautiful, slurring about if he saw a God before him. He rose back up and teetered, and you gasped when he fell atop you, his mouth a hairsbreath from yours. You caught him and the open wine in his hand split, staining your white apron. He just giggled against your cheek while you both glared down at him, slurring out half hearted apologies. Weeks later he was still apologizing to you and still trying to get you to let him buy you a drink, if he could pay that is. "How about you buy me a new apron!" You had called out. Two days later, at your company, a brand new, frilly white apron was waiting for you, crisp and cute. A single dandelion came with the gift.
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Why the hell were you here? When your company said they'd extend their services anywhere, at any time, you didn't think they'd send you to Dragonspine!! You had to set some boundaries! It didn't matter whether cute librarians or cavalry captains flirted at you, or acting grandmasters smiled at you over coffee. Or even if young bachelor Lords smiled at you and gave you free drinks in the house, boundaries!! No matter how good the pay was, or how cute your frilly new apron— Okay, but this guy was actually pretty cute. What was with the people you were sent to? They were all attractive!!!
Okay, so he had a chemical reaction that's safe to clean but he needs the mess cleaned up before the knights check in and realize he wasn't doing any work. Okay. Got it. It's easy enough to come off, and you're not at risk of loosing your fingers, and you ask questions about what project he's doing now.
He answers your questions easily, and you almost feel bad for bothering him, but then you remember you're dealing with hazardous chemicals. Consider it part of the pay. A few weeks of cleaning and conversations later, you arrive early and catch an open notebook on his desk.
It's your face and form that graces the pages. Pages and pages. You in your winter work outfit and silly frills. Your duster and sprays. Cleaning, talking, laughing. Most embarrassingly perhaps is just a simple front view sketch. But the way he drew your eyes, your cheek and the curve of your mouth…
You blush, not having noticed his gaze, or how he walks in at that moment. He speaks and you jolt, as he explains how he couldn't just let such a lovely specimen go unnoticed. He smiles, really smiles for the first time, soft and a little bashful.
☆ ☆ ☆
The next day you head over to your boss, because you just cant take this anymore! You're a maid for hire, not a hostess or drawing model or barmaid or whatever! Your heart can't take this! You need to be transferred!
Luckily, your company is opening up a few new branches, and as their best worker. They'd like to send you to represent them! Alas, the pay is great but the travel is very far.
Liyue, Inazuma, or Sumeru. One of the three. Your choice, dear. Your boss doesn't even give you time to leave or think it over, because they need an answer now. Your choice dear.
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"cupid's dilemma: valentine's madness"
information.
Cupid, the God of desire and erotic love, making people's fantasies come true on this year's Valentine's day. Send him a letter with a target you aspire and with enough time, the contents of your letter will turn into a reality.
terms and conditions.
Follow the Cupid's terms and conditions in order for your love letter to be accepted and granted to come true. Do follow the format provided in it in order for him to clearly understand what your desires are and pick two prompts to finalize your request.
format; (1.prompt) + (2.prompt) + character + (context/story) + (kinks) + (extra.)
example of format; may I request cupid's weapon to be the windblume ode with refinement 3 targetted at Al Haitham? Both reader and Al Haitham are a married couple going through their honeymoon together! Maybe with some dacryphilia and breeding and virginity taking?
all these prompts belong to thelonelyempath
cupid's mailbox is: closed!
This event is mostly NSFW. 17 under, please do not interact at all costs and don't request anything SFW because my event isn't for that.
Female readers only. I do not write for gender-neutral or male readers so please do not request them. I will proceed to remove them if you do.
Do not request for characters that are not listed + anything in my "I will not write"
Please have your request be understandable so I can write it accurately and to your liking.
Writing requests may take longer so please be patient with them when you send one.
One character per concept/request only.
Update: Request the available characters. Give them chances on getting a fic because I'm only open for 4 requests. Check what characters I've already written for by searching the "cupid's dilemma ; valentine's madness" tag.
Run your mind wild with imagination! Don't hold back but also consider my rules still!
cupid's trusty weapon [1.prompt]
Alley Hunter ― "When I open the door, I better see you naked and on all fours for me."
Amos' bow ― "I don't think I can cum anymore."
Aqua Simulacra ― "Done already? We just started!"
Blackcliff Warbow ― “You better keep the volume down or I’m gonna go even harder.”
Messenger ― “You talk too much. How about we use your mouth for something else?”
Polar Star ― “I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.”
Windblume Ode ― “Is that gonna fit?” “I’ll make it fit.”
Elegy for the End ― “Ooh, you’re not wearing any underwear. Trying to tell me something?”
The Stringless ― “Quit eyefucking me and get over here so you can actually fuck me!”
Skyward Harp ― “Go and lock the door for me. I don’t want anyone to walk in while I’m balls deep.”
The Viridescent Hunt ― "I know it hurts, but be a good girl and take it."
Thundering Pulse ― "Wanna see what I'm wearing under this?" "Hopefully it's nothing."
Hamayumi ― "Do you think you can take more of me in?"
Royal Bow ― "I don't know where the fuck you think you're going. Get that sexy ass on the bed and take your clothes off."
Rust ― "Let me dominate you so you don't have to do any thinking."
Prototype Crescent ― “I saw you naked once. And now I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Sacrificial Bow ― "“I love that we both already finished and your legs are still shaking.”"
Mouun's Moon ― “Would you rather make out or make love? Me, personally, I’m up for both.”
Fading Twilight ― "You've been playing that stupid game for hours. I'm horny, damnit!"
Favonious Warbow ― "No one else is home, which means we can be as loud as we want."
Hunter's Path ― "Is there room for two in that shower?"
End of the Line ― "Oh yeah, you like when I touch you like that, baby."
Compound Bow ― "I'll only put the tip in. Unless you want me to go deeper."
Predator ― “I called in sick. Now we can stay in bed and fuck all day.”
Mitternachts Waltz ― "I'll be a good girl/boy! I'll be good for you!"
Recurve Bow ― “Your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner doesn’t need to know about this.”
Hunter's Bow ― CUSTOM. Pick a dialogue prompt that isn't in the list of bows.
bow refinements. [2.prompt]
Refinement 1 ― Friends with Benefits
Refinement 2 ― Hybrid!Reader or Hybrid!Character (specify which and what Hybrid they'll be)
Refinement 3 ― Domestic Relationship
Refinement 4 ― Mafia AU
Refinement 5 ― Perverted Stalker AU
Refinement 6 ― Yandere AU
Refinement 7 ― Vampire AU
Refinement 8 ― CUSTOM. Pick a dynamic that isn't in the list of refinements.
masterlist.
[AL HAITHAM] - Fondful Graze.
[DILUC] - Partners in Virtue.
[TIGHNARI] - A treat for two.
[CAPITANO] - Addicted.
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Come with me, my love
synopsis: the best way to heal is to go somewhere else. Do not worry, your lover has already taken care of that.
pairing and characters: Albedo, Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli x reader (separately)
tw: pure fluff, hurt/comfort
word count: 2.9k+ words in total
author’s note: I dedicate it to my dear @lunargrapejuice , I hope this will bring you comfort you need, my dear 💛 and also to anyone else who is in desperate need of it☺
Albedo
The concept of relationship is fairly new to Albedo, he’s still exploring the field and is learning new things, even though you two have already changed the status to official. However, he is unbelievably observant, and his ability to note anomalies comes in handy when it concerns you.
Lately he’s noticed how you haven’t been your usual self - the bubbly, smiley, affectionate, lively self with energy almost bursting out of your body. You’ve become grim, sluggish, and didn't come to him for a kiss or a hug unless it was him who approached you and gave you those. In the moments like this you were clinging to him, as if fearing he’d break the comforting atmosphere and go back to his research. But the one thing the young man understood about relationships is the importance of being there for your partner.
Albedo didn’t ask you to tell him what’s wrong - you’ll open up to him when you are ready if you’d ever feel like that - he knows and trusts you. He just holds you close until you doze off and only then comes back to his work table to wrap up whatever is hanging and call it a night.
When it goes like this for over a week, the blond becomes really concerned and understands that it requires some more drastic measures. He officially submits documents for a couple of days off to Jean, informs his alchemist team about his absence and starts researching and planning an immaculate solution to the issue before him.
The gathered data eventually suggests that going out somewhere away from bustling places of constant presence and unwinding is what usually helps to deal with growing depression. You might think his first thought would be taking you out to Dragonspine. After all, the scenery is breath-taking (when there are no raging blizzards), it’s serene and mostly quiet, and no one can disturb you two.
…well, he considered it.
But ultimately he decided on a beach day. Just you, and him, and Klee, since he knows how strongly you adore the little troublemaker. Listen, maybe taking a child who loves fish blasting to the lake isn’t the best idea, but Albedo checked and rechecked her belongings to make sure everything exploding was left home before actually going there.
Weaponizing Klee's charms was a clever decision and proved to be effective. The pyro user becomes your energizer as she constantly asks you to search for seashells, play with her in the water, draw Dodoko on the sand (Albedo, who joins you in almost every activity, undoubtedly wins this one), search for seashells some more, play with a ball, build sand castles…
You plop onto your towel only when the girl starts chasing the crabs, gleefully laughing and swinging her bucket in which she was going to put her new "friend". Your lover hums, keeping an eye out for her to not get into any sort of predicament and sits down next to you, side by side, bending one leg and resting his arm on the knee.
“How’s the vitamin D absorption going?” You chuckle at his choice of words, but then again, you spent so much time inside your shared apartment, of course your organism started lacking the sun rays.
“Pretty awesome, I must admit,” rearranging your body so you could lie down with the man still sitting close, you give your body a good stretch, contently sighing.
“Glad to hear that,” elegant artistic fingers reach out to brush the stray locks from your face, and you quickly catch his wrist, bringing it to your lips to leave a soft kiss.
“Thank you, ‘bedo. I am sorry if I caused you trouble with my… well…” You trail off, but of course he understands what you mean.
“No need to apologize,” a small, but warm smile graces his lips, “You didn’t cause me any trouble, sunshine.”
At the sweet petname your heart skips a beat and mouth twists in your attempts to not reveal a stupid grin. The Chief Alchemist is enchanted by you, so bright and shining, drinking in your soft expressions and bashful body language.
The mission deems to be a success, but solidifying the results with late night cuddles back home wouldn’t hurt.
Diluc
The owner of the Dawn Winery hates parting with you for longer than a work day, even though sometimes the list of his duties keeps him away from you for exactly over a full work day. That’s why he loathes business trips that require his presence.
You hate those too, because it means you won’t get to get a morning kiss from him and give him one, share breakfast with him, see him throughout a day and sneak sweet kisses and hand holdings in private of the backroom of the tavern, walk with him or welcome him home, feel his arms around you when he climbs through the window of your shared bedroom at the winery after his late night endeavors…
You won’t get to see his vibrant eyes - hazy with sleep, sharp when annoyed and absolutely swirling with adoration when he gazes at you. You won’t get to whine for him to stay in bed for just a little longer, because the warmth of his body is too precious to lose so easily. You won’t get to drag his gloves off of his hands when he doesn’t go out in the city at night, preferring to go to sleep with you. You won’t get to braid or unbraid his flaming hair, massage his scalp and listen to his calm content breathing, as he eagerly leans in your arms.
You get the point - business trips are the worst.
And your feelings are completely mutual on Diluc’s end, even if some of the reasons for him feeling agitated may vary.
This is exactly why you are planting your feet on one of the streets of Fontaine, holding onto your fiance’s hand and curiously looking around you. This time the man’s heart ached when he saw an absolutely heart-broken look on your face when he informed you of yet another we-cannot-sign-this-deal-without-you business trip. The past two weeks had been hard for both of you, and the lack of seeing each other only worsened your mood and made you feel so miserable. A week more without him? You didn’t think you’d endure it without crying, because everything was pressing on your shoulders and it was suffocating, nearly crushing.
The decision was fast and simple - going there together. While Diluc Ragnvindr enjoys privacy, he feels pride at the idea of showing his amazing significant other - soon to become a spouse - off. The amount of mischief concealed within the multiple walls of his character can’t help but look forward to you cutting off the suitors that inevitably come after the young wine tycoon. He knows you can do it just with a single glance and that’s one of the things he loves about you - the power of your beautiful eyes. He himself is weak before the effect of them.
“So… This is Fontaine…” You whisper in awe, still observing everything your gaze has an opportunity to be cast upon. Your hand is still clinging onto his, and something flutters in the male’s chest, when you gently tug on it, urging him to move after you.
“First things first - we are purchasing the Kamera. I want to capture all the moments we’ll share here,” at your proclamation Diluc softly chuckles, briefly turning around and signaling for the servants to unload your carriage and bring everything into the house he rented for you to stay in.
“Sure, my flame. I’d love that as well.”
You grin happily - looks like there is no trace of your previous depressed state anymore. A day in the carriage huddled in blankets together managed to heal your sullen mood and partially feed your desire for being close with him. Don’t think he didn’t enjoy it too, only Celestia above knows how desperately this man craved your presence and affection - it’s just that you and your satisfaction come first.
This trip must give you many memories and Diluc will make sure to spend all the free time he’ll have with you. Oh, but to think of it, in his busy time he also can have you there, because what are they gonna do? Revoke the deal they themselves begged him to consider? Exactly - no.
You are stuck with him, and honestly, this is the best thing when we are talking about two touch-starved and presence-craving lovers.
Kaeya
“Kaeya, I am nervous.”
“You better not be, she’ll sense that you are not in control.”
“You are not helping!”
The man, whose leg literally brushes against yours, as the two horses - a pitch black one and golden with flaxen mane and tail one - slowly march side by side along the road of a Starfell Valley, finds it cute. Finds you cute. A crease between your eyebrows from before disappeared and the look on your face was replaced with such adorable concern. You really don’t have anything to worry about, the girl he chose for you is the calmest specimen he has in stables, very docile and friendly, having been won by you with a piece of apple you offered to her prior to this walk. It is really much better when getting you on his stallion, who is not that tolerant to the people who are not Kaeya himself.
“Do not worry, I am not letting go of her reins until you are ready to try it yourself,” he assures you in a soft voice, which smoothness infiltrates all your senses and lulls the rising unease. “Swing your body lightly back and forth with the horse’s steps, it’ll help you to stay in the saddle and help you feel the movement under you. Trust me, it’ll help.”
“O-oh, alright,” with his palm pressed against the small of your back, you try doing as he says, carefully moving your body. His thumb gently rubs your skin under a thin blouse, assuring you that everything is okay, and, when you glance at him from the corner of your eyes, he offers you a sweet smile, murmuring ‘god job, snowflake’ just above the whisper. It makes your heart flutter and lips form a small smile of your own. Your lover is your salvation, really. The moment he saw your gloomy face upon arriving home, he knew he’d go any lengths to bring a smile back to your face. Kaeya consoled and cuddled you that evening, and a couple of days later took you out of the city to spend his day off together.
A horse walk idea has been stuck in his mind for a month already, after you became a witness of him training recruits, the ones that signed for cavalry. Him, on his stallion, with reins in one hand and a training sword in another, entranced you, to the point you snapped out of your stupor only when he hopped on the ground and approached you with a teasing smirk.
Now his words and expressions lack the usual banter, the softness of his cerulean eye blending with the spotless sky above, the rustle of his lips being like one of the grass and leaves the wind plays with, and his smile warmer than the afternoon sun. He belongs in Mondstadt so much. He belongs next to you so much.
Wouldn’t have it any other way.
Kaeya’s visible eye widens when you, using stirrups, rise and reach to him, pressing your lips together. The hand on your back instantly slides further and settles on your hip, keeping you steadied, as his mouth slowly devours yours. He senses no more negative feelings inside your body, and it sparks joy in his chest, which spreads through his body in waves of lingering warmth.
Your eyes sparkle when you separate and the man nearly lets go of both his and your reins, reprimanded by his horse’s disgruntled snort.
“Thank you, Kae,” Archons your smile is blinding, “I needed it.”
“No need to thank me. I got you. Always,” and you giggle when he smooches right under your chin.
“So, when can I trot?”
“Trot?” He nearly snorts at your zeal. “Haven’t even held the reins, and wanna trot already?”
“But you looked so elegant while doing so!”
“Got you mesmerized, eh?” You lightly pinch a hand still resting on your hip. “Ouch! Goodness, Y/n, can’t you admit you are head over heels for this Cavalry Captain?”
“In your dreams, Alberich,” you stick a tongue at him and the man is completely reassured that his Y/n is back.
“Then I’ll be waiting in my dreams. As for reality, I wouldn’t be opposed to giving my love private lessons in horse-riding.”
“Oh! Can we start today?” Eager, aren’t you? How lovely.
“Consider we’ve already started.”
Zhongli
The snowflakes are dancing in the sky, twirling and slowly lowering to the snow-covered ground, pristine whiteness almost blinding with how every tiny frozen crystal reflects the sunlight and sparkles like the finest gems of the Liyue mines. The crust is crunching under your legs, as you and your husband are taking your morning walk in the vast lands of Snezhnaya.
Truth to be spoken, Zhongli would’ve probably never found himself on the territory of the Cryo Archon, but this is a special case. He knew how badly you needed a change of place and new experience in your current dispirited state. No surprise he agreed almost immediately, when during his last visit to the land of Morax Childe invited the two of you to stay with him and his wife in their homeland. He promised no interruption from the Tsaritsa or the Harbingers, and, knowing that partially the invitation was surely coming from the ginger’s lover, whom he had met and whom both him and you found very pleasant to be around, the man believed it.
At first the idea of coming to Snezhnaya worried you, but Zhongli didn’t miss the curious and excited glint in your pretty eyes. He gave you time to consider the idea, and a week later the three of you were on a ship, half-way to the country of snow. The woman carrying Ajax’ real last name welcomed you warmly and with a big smile on her face, chewing her husband lightly for not having invited you two earlier.
The atmosphere that prevailed in this house surely helped distract you from oppressive thoughts, and exploring outside with your caring husband made you so tired, but in a pleased kind of sense, that you didn’t have the energy to spend it on anything but share a goodnight kiss with Zhongli and fall asleep in his comforting embrace. You were healing, and it couldn’t but delight him.
You took a liking to the walks in the early hours of morning, because it, as you proclaimed, was very refreshing for the beginning of the day. Being a morning person Zhongli always joins you on your little outings. Childe introduced a thermos to you two, and ever since your husband tends to have it on him whenever you are outside. The tea in there has a calming and soothing effect, meticulously prepared by skillful hands with love and care.
Another thing you both became fond of was dancing. Just like snowflakes in the air you spin in each other’s embrace, heavy cloaks with fur collars barely swiping the snow under your feet. A soft melody hummed in deep voice mixed with gleeful giggles, turning into a shared laughter soon into the dance that really didn’t have any name.
Sometimes though the quietness around you awakes a feeling of loneliness and you can’t help but shed tears, face pressed to his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around your form. He lets you cry and release the negative emotions, gently swaying your bodies to some rhythm existing only in the beat of his heart. He tries to swipe your tears before they turn into the frozen droplets and sting your eyes or bite your cheeks.
The usual expensive leather of his gloves is replaced by thick wool and feels warm against your face, as his big palms cradle it in his delicate hold.
“My gem…” the puff of hot air from his mouth caresses your nose - that’s how close he is - and you cutely wrinkle it. “Don’t you think we should return? It’s been almost an hour, your skin is burning from the cold already.”
“Must we really?” An adorable pout doesn’t work on a stoic man, as he lets go of your face and, to the accompaniment of your squeals, hoists you in his arms bridal style.
“If you refuse to use your two legs, then I’ll just carry you,” his smile is disarming, damn him.
“All the way back?”
“Why, of course, my dear. Do you question my strength?”
“No, of course not! It’s just…” Though your cheeks are already red, he doesn’t mistake the way you avert your eyes in quiet embarrassment.
“Oh, is this position making you shy? Don’t worry, I am sure our hosts will understand.”
“You..!” The man chuckles lightheartedly, not having it in him to stop himself from teasing you. Ah, this truly is refreshing, and Zhongli is so elated to see a once again happy smile that you desperately try to hide in the fur of your coat.
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breaking up, breaking down
pairing/s: albedo, childe, diluc, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao, venti, zhongli x gn!reader
summary: if there’s anything you can expect to be consistent in life, it’s that everything has an end. or — genshin men and how they are after you break up with them.
note: angsty in everyone’s part, but it got too lighthearted in childe’s bc i simply cannot take that ginger seriously (affectionate)
ALBEDO
There aren’t any notable changes to his routine. He’d still go about his day, working on his experiments and scribbling down notes, occasionally taking a break to sketch a pretty flower he saw or the wing pattern of a passing butterfly.
And then he finds himself drawing the outline of an eye, then a nose, then lips. Until he suddenly stops in the middle of drawing a strand of your hair blowing in the wind, your face frozen in a smile staring back at him through the canvas of his sketchbook.
It hits him then, the realization, the heart-wrenching clarity of what happened that leaves him sitting in his chair, staring at your face in paper and wondering where he went wrong.
He tries to distract himself by continuing his research, but his mind has a hard time focusing on what needs to be done. It’s agonizing, he doesn’t think he’s felt this way before, never even thought he’d ever feel such pain. In a way, he’s glad his master isn’t here to make a study of what emotional pain means to an artificial human like him.
He sees you two weeks after you broke up with him, laughing as you tried to haggle with a merchant for their wares, unaware of the charm you exude that draws people in like moths to a flame. But then your gaze moves, searching through the crowd—and Albedo should really leave now, avoid barging into your life because there simply isn’t a place for him there anymore—but he does none of that.
Your eyes meet. He doesn’t think he was imagining it when he saw yours dim for the briefest moment. (His heart hurts. Why are you looking at him like that?)
You make your way through the busy street to reach him. He tells himself he should leave, but for the first time in his life, he does what contradicts his logic and stays.
“You look good,” you tell him, something melancholic in the tone of your voice. Oh, if only you knew.
“You as well.” He wants to say more, wants to say how radiant you looked under the sun, the light hitting you in just the right way that has him itching to grab a pencil and immortalize the image in paper—but he holds his tongue. “I need to go.”
Your face falls. He wishes he wasn’t the cause of it. “Ah, right. You must be busy, as usual.” There isn’t a hint of bitterness to your voice, just resignation.
He leaves after bidding you goodbye, feeling the heat of your gaze at his back as he walked away.
CHILDE
He wants you and he will do everything in his power to have you back.
In the early days after you broke up, you won’t hear a word from him. Not a peep. You only hear passing news that dead monsters and hilichurl camps near the vicinity of your home have been utterly eradicated. Passing travelers claim how the areas were ‘strangely flooded’ even though it hasn’t rained in weeks.
Then come the gifts. From flowers to clothes to accessories to different delicacies that are all worth more than your entire life’s paycheck. And when that doesn’t work, Childe sets to work on his recruits.
You suddenly find yourself constantly being approached by a startling amount of Fatui recruits ranging from normal lackies to gunners to cicin mages, and even that one memorable time when a mirror maiden approached you in the middle of buying groceries and proceeded to buy everything in the store, saying all of it was for you.
The Fatui recruits had one thing in common: they all had nothing but praises to say for the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger.
“Master Childe defeated all the recruits in under ten seconds!” “Have you heard how Lord Harbinger killed twenty geovishaps and came out without a single scratch?” “I saw him buying that exact same shirt yesterday, it cost one million mora! He’s so rich!” “Lord Tartaglia has been so down lately. He keeps saying how much he misses his beloved.”
“Did you know? Even Lady Signora wept after she heard that you and Master Childe broke up.” That one, you’re certain never actually happened, and you made sure to tell that with an unimpressed look to the pyro agent who told you. As if Signora would ever cry, she’d probably throw a party for you for finally leaving Childe.
In the end, after cycling through so many recruits, he had no choice but to come to you directly.
…Which is how you woke up at six in the morning to the ground shaking and the sound of an eerily familiar laugh right outside your house.
You open your window to find Childe fighting a lawachurl right in front of your house, a ring of Fatuus surrounding and cheering him on. His smile brightens to an almost comical degree once he sees you and your bedhead squinting out from a window.
“You look so stunning today, beloved!” He steps back from an earth-shattering punch by the lawachurl. “I’ve brought you the biggest lawachurl I could find so I can show you how worthy I am of you!”
He then proceeds to—and you have to blink a few times to see if you’re not hallucinating—fist fight the lawachurl. And he’s actually winning. No vision, no weapon. Just his bare fists.
When the commotion wakes up your entire neighborhood, you have to go down there and yell at him to stop or take this fight somewhere that isn’t right in front of your house! He complies with a grin and a promise saying he’ll meet you later.
There’s something fond curling in your chest that you try and fail to smother. With an exasperated tone, you tell him that yes, you’ll find time in your busy schedule to meet him. He lights up like you just agreed to marry him and yells out rapid orders in Snezhnayan to his recruits.
“I’ll see you later!” He blows a kiss in your direction that you ignore. You turn away and walk back into your house, trying (and failing) to fight the growing smile on your face.
DILUC
It’s not evident to anyone who doesn’t know him well, but Diluc takes it close to heart and buries it among countless other regrets that have accumulated in his life. The turbulent feelings that threaten to overcome his mind at any hour of the day manifests itself in him becoming more withdrawn.
He’s gloomy, more brooding than usual, and the reason becomes apparent once the other patrons notice the lack of a certain person who usually sits by the bar during his shifts. Your usual laugh accompanied by teasing grins and playful swats at his long hair when you think no one is looking are nowhere to be seen.
One particularly drunk person had come up to him as he was wiping down the counters and asked why you weren’t there. Anyone who had been there to see the sight would tell you that he didn’t say anything, hadn’t been able to say anything. He just… stood there, hands frozen mid-motion and eyes drawn somewhere, lost in thought.
He slips up sometimes. Asks the maids to prepare a dinner for two only to stop in the middle of talking as he realizes what he just said. At breakfast, he pauses in the middle of reading his daily papers to turn his head to the right, a question on the tip of his tongue that dies when he sees the empty spot you usually occupied. It’s the pitying gazes that follow when he slips up that he hates the most.
He makes your favorite drink sometimes, on the days when he’s on shift and feeling particularly self-destructive. It stays hidden under the bar counter, hoping against hope that you’ll walk through the door and greet him with an upbeat ‘good evening!’ that makes his day all the more better. You never do.
It’s on a bright, sunny morning when he’s out overseeing the delivery of wine to the tavern that he sees you again. His heart soars for all but a second before it comes crashing down, because Diluc Ragnvindr does not deserve nice things.
You’re holding the hand of some nondescript man, grinning and laughing and emitting such a great sense of contentment that he can almost feel it from where he’s standing meters away from you.
You’re happy. It’s been months and he’s still wallowing in old hurts. You’re happy.
Did you ever smile like that when you were with him? He likes to think so, but the realistic, pessimistic thought is that you’re probably better off not being with him. You’re happy. Happier now than you were when you were with him.
Everything he’s ever loved has been hurt directly and indirectly by his hands. He turns away from the sight of you and pretends to be preoccupied with his task. Maybe it’s for the best that you left before it could happen.
KAZUHA
He tries not to take it to heart. He understands why you left, knows it before you even made the decision to leave. And in the aftermath, much like a leaf adrift in the wind, he roams about aimlessly, lost in thought.
Grief is not an emotion he’s unfamiliar with. As he sits by the cliffs overlooking the endless ocean, grief burrows its way to his chest like an old, unwelcome friend. He doesn’t fight it. He’s learned the hard way that fighting it is a losing battle, like picking at a scab, hoping that doing so will make it heal faster, yet only succeeding in worsening the wound.
Kazuha isn’t a stranger to loneliness, of letting the wind kiss his tears away as they dried on his cheeks. He is, however, unfamiliar with this new kind of ache in his chest. And only after much rumination does he conclude what it might be.
The loss of his family, the loss of his heritage, the loss of his friend, and now, the loss of his lover. A master of loss, he could almost call himself. His old friend would certainly find such a title amusing.
He finds himself writing letters to you, even with the knowledge that he’ll never be able to send them to you. It’s the thought that comforts him, the pretense that he still has someone to tell of his travels, someone to simply come home to, even when he knows he isn’t welcome anymore.
In his weakest moment, when he had too much to drink and too little self-restraint, he sends one of the letters to you. He’s forgotten whether it’s the one where he laments the loss of your presence, the one where he begs you to have him back, or the one where only three words are written, a small blot in the ink where a stray tear had fallen.
He waits, and waits, and waits a little more, staying for a whole month in the small village he’d addressed the letter from for the small, improbable event that you may have written back. He learns later on that the letter never made it to your hands. The ship it had been on had lost all its cargo to the sea, including his letter. When he heard the news, he hadn’t known whether to be relieved or lament on what could have been.
It isn’t unpleasant to see you again. Kazuha has had time to let go of his hurt, but still, the image of your nostalgia-inducing eyes leave in him a sense of loss he thought he had already settled. Your mirage smiles, “Kazuha.” Had he been a weaker man, he would have folded and swept you up in his arms.
Nobody asks why his eyes have a slight sheen to it after he forces himself to walk away from you. He stands atop the beach and lets the waves wash over his bare feet, closing his eyes and imagining what could have been had he let himself succumb to the desire of holding you one last time, even if you were merely a mirage from the past.
Truly, the golden apple archipelago is a place where dreams are made into reality.
SCARAMOUCHE
He tries to act above it all, feigning indifference as if the entire thing is just a mild inconvenience to him.
Oh, you’re leaving him? That’s fine, he doesn’t care. Do you know how many people would kill to share his bed? You were tolerable, a way to pass time. Don’t think you were anything special. You, a normal person? Don’t make him laugh. You were nothing more than a pet he kept because you entertained him. It’s good that you’re leaving, actually. It saves him the trouble of having to get rid of you.
He’s… not very kind about it all. Defensive and on guard, hackles raising with every word that comes out of his mouth. He hates every second of it, but he can’t stop because stopping is to admit defeat, it means having to acknowledge that you meant something to him after hundreds of years of loneliness. He let you in his carefully guarded walls, and now—now you’re leaving him? Abandoning him after he bared himself open to you?
You are just like her.
Scaramouche stops before he can say those last words. The red that had been threatening to overcome his vision slowly recedes, leaving a numbing sort of clarity that washes over him like the rising tides of Inazuma’s beaches. His mouth feels dry, throat closing up.
There are tears streaming down your face.
He wishes you’d do something. Hit him, yell at him, curse his name. Anything. Just… anything but this silence that hangs heavy in the air, cloying in it’s thickness and threatening to drown him with words that can never be taken back.
He doesn’t apologize, won’t ever apologize. He is a god, and not even you would make him say those damnable words. He sees the way your eyes dim in understanding as you realize the same thing, and that, perhaps, is why you turn your back to him and walk away.
He wishes he could say that he called out for you, that he grabbed your arm and made you stay, that he just… held you. Instead, he watches you leave him, face blank and a phantom ache resonating in his hollow chest. The silence after you leave feels like the night before his creator abandoned him.
He tells himself it’s fine, that you’ll come back. You always do. This is just one of many arguments that always get resolved after a day or so—except. Except, he doesn’t let himself think of any other possibility. You’ll come back. (You have to.)
The months following your absence is a blur, spikes of irritation mixed with hateful words and barbed insults directed towards anyone who so much as breathed the wrong way. His subordinates are half-contemplating desertion just to escape his wrath. They all wonder where you’ve gone. You’re usually the one who soothes the Balladeer when he’s in one of his moods, like the godsend that you are. Though none of them are brave enough to mention your name after what he did to the foolish recruit who asked of your whereabouts.
Years pass. You never did come back.
He still gets the occasional reports about you and your general wellbeing, still sends out his best soldiers to clear out any monsters who’ve settled near your home. You never find anyone else after him. It brings a strange sense of relief in him when his monthly reports on you end up without a hint of a new lover.
He tries to forget you, but even with a new heart and the ascendance to godhood, there is still a lingering sense of loss and past regrets.
XIAO
He lets you go without argument. He’s used to people leaving him, but this is… different.
The thought of you there, physically within reach yet unable to to cross the distance that separates you from him. It’s a different kind of agony from the ones that have afflicted him for millennia.
He sometimes finds himself standing by the balcony of Wangshu Inn, eyes roaming over the vast landscape of Dihua Marsh, looking for the slightest hint of your silhouette. The sound of footsteps coming up the stairs always attracts his attention, anticipating your signature greeting and the smell of whatever mortal sustenance you’ve deigned to make for him to, as you once put it, let him experience the delicacies that this world has to offer.
You can’t call yourself ‘having lived a long life’ if you haven’t tried all the tasty food, Xiao!
…He misses you, though he will never admit it, perhaps not even to Rex Lapis himself.
His time—which once consisted of you, killing monsters, you again, roaming the lands for the remains of old gods, tasting whatever you cooked for him, and accompanying you so you can get home safely—is now comprised of nothing but endless slaughter. He tells himself it’s not a distraction, but it’s a thinly veiled excuse, weak even to his own ears. How low he has fallen to create such feeble excuses to justify the hurt that spreads from his chest to the tips of his fingers.
He used to pick up small things and trinkets in his time scouring the land for evil. A shiny pebble that reminded him of your eyes, a particularly large sweetflower that you would gape comically at once he showed you, qingxin flowers he plucked from the highest mountains just so he can see the way your face lights up in a smile. He still does all these things, only now, the objects are stored in a realm made in the likeness of your home, placing each one in a shelf or table that he thinks you would have arranged them in.
One time, he panics when he sees the flowers start to wilt, and in the heat of the moment, he placed adeptal power in them to ensure they will never die. To this day, he isn’t sure why he did so, only that he imagined at the time how upset you would be that they died in his care, even though he knows how unlikely it is that you will ever discover his hobby of collecting flowers and storing them in his realm.
Perhaps he hopes you’ll come back to him, so that when you do, he can see the way your eyes brighten up once he shows you everything he got for you while you were away.
It’s unlikely, he knows, but it’s nice to dream of it. He thinks his siblings would be proud to see him finally have a little hope for something.
VENTI
He spends the rest of the week in the tavern drinking as much as he can. For once, Diluc doesn’t try to reproach him for drinking what he can’t pay for.
He doesn’t exactly get drunk—can’t get drunk, more like. To a god like him, drinking a hundred barrels of Mondstadt’s finest wines won’t even be enough to get him tipsy. He is the god of freedom (and wine, he’d like to add), he can outdrink every single one of the archons and still have enough semblance to go to war. And yet…
You appear on the seventh day like a salvation, face contorted in worry when you see him slumped on the counter and one inch away from falling off the stool. It isn’t difficult to act the part of a drunken bard, pretending to sway on his feet and donning a fake intoxicated grin as he asked Charles for another glass.
The wind tells him of your arrival, but he ignores it just as he ignores the way his heart soars when the wind brings him the barest hint of your scent. He wishes you didn’t come here. He wishes he didn’t act so drunkenly. He wishes you were more heartless and ignored whoever must have tattled on him drinking Angel’s Share into bankruptcy.
You call his name. He pretends he’s asleep just so he doesn’t have to face his problems. Ha. How ironic. Will he wake up to Mondstadt destroyed by the remains of Khaenri’ah this time? He nearly did once.
He hears you sigh before he feels you bring his arm across your shoulders. You help him get off the stool, an arm around his waist to help keep him steady. The weight of Diluc’s disapproving gaze for deceiving you about his drunkenness is heavy, but he tells himself it’s alright. He just… wants to be selfish for once. If he has to act drunk to feel your arms around him again, he’ll suffer this humiliation as many times as he can.
“Venti,” you start as you walk him in the direction of your home. “I was worried, you know. Aether told me how much you’d been drinking since…” You trail off. He feels you shaking your head before continuing, “Just… don’t be so reckless with your health.” You laugh, mildly sardonic that’s directed more towards yourself than him. “Ah, what am I saying… you won’t even have any recollection of this tomorrow anyway.”
He wants to say something, but saying something means breaking this moment between you, it means revealing that he doesn’t actually need your help because once he starts speaking, the dam will break and everything will come spilling out. I’m sorry, I miss you, I love you.
The front door to your house opens. He’s gently placed down your couch, a blanket thrown over him as you thoughtfully take his shoes off for him. He feels you linger by his side, can practically hear the conflict in you.
He’s unprepared for the feeling of your warm breath on his skin, your lips hovering over his face before placing a chaste kiss on his forehead. “Goodnight, Venti.”
He leaves before the sun rises.
ZHONGLI
He only smiles, small and understanding with a hint of sorrow at the corner of his eyes.
He tells you he’ll respect your decision, but should you change your mind, he will always be here. You say it’s doubtful, he would’ve probably found someone else by then. Zhongli doesn’t correct you, only leans in and places his lips on the top of your head, as gentle as he’s always been with you, somehow managing to convey with a single gesture how high he holds you in regard.
And for the barest, infinitesimal moment, you half-contemplate the idea of staying. It’s a wishful thought. You end up leaving before you can change your mind.
He’s still as grounded as ever, but there’s a fragility to it, a certain brittleness that threatens to crumble from within him. He is the Lord of Geo, and yet he is so easily undone by you. The pain is temporary, he knows from past losses, but it doesn’t lessen the ache that resonates in his chest.
For the first time in his long life, he curses his golden memory that makes him incapable of forgetting, though that which he curses is also something he is grateful for. He can’t bear having to suffer losing the memories of your time together.
Your relationship is amiable, like that of old, awkward friends you had fallen out of touch with rather than that of old lovers. It’s what you wanted after all, this sense of normalcy. He has become such a vital part of your daily life that you simply couldn’t cut him off of your life entirely.
He doesn’t know which is worse; having to act as a mere friend when he wants nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and never let go, or to have no contact with you at all.
Morax is not one to ask for things, not one to plead his case to anyone. He was a selfish and proud god, a necessity that was shaped from him by the war. To love a mortal enough to leave his throne and fake his death would have been unthinkable. But that is why he is no longer Morax. He is Zhongli.
And Zhongli? He wants you. Desperately. Enough that he is willing to beg should you ask it of him.
His deceased enemies would laugh in mockery at what has become of the fearsome Morax. How low he has fallen—but it is a burden he is willing to bear. He will suffer as many humiliations as it takes to have you back.
The only issue is that you don’t want him anymore. But he is a man who finds gold where others would see stone. If he has to build his way up from friendship all over again, then it is a task he will do so gladly. As many times as it takes for you to want him back.
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Roommate! Albedo who tutors you in his free time since it appears that you desperately needs something to cling on to in hopes that you'll pass this exam. He doesn't need monetary payment, he just needs your hole clenching on his dick as compensation for his hard work.
#its a smut drabble that i wrote during my tired state#i have never written smut before too#but like. i want albedo to ravish me in bed as payment for his good will#albedo#albedo x reader#albedo kreideprinz#albedo kreideprinz x reader#albedo smut#albedo kreideprinz smut#genshin smut#genshin impact smut#genshin impact#genshin#dom (?) albedo#genshin modern au#genshin impact modern au#college au (?)#albedo modern au
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he's the type to...!!!
#kazuha & albedo x gn!reader
note; "he's the type to" edition!!! but these are basically just wholesome, on crack, short, and definitely hcs that don't make sense at all.
requests are allowed to be sent but do take in mind that i will take longer than expected since i would require your patience over this. also no nsfw, i'm a minor.
i don't think this is proof read since i just wanted to post after months.
+KAZUHA
he's the type to dance like old married couples with you. life awaits him and now that you're here, many outcomes behold in the future to the two of you as time comes, as he wants you to be a part of it.
he's the type to wait for you. if you're going to be gone long, he'll support you and still stay loyal. why is that?
he's the type to sing for you. the questionable thing is, its like he's alluring you to sleep after a hard day. he has some poems he made and just make it in song form to just make you more sleepier just trying to understand what it means. i do wonder if it does matter.
he's the type to be like a knight. even though he is a noble himself, it is never a burden to sweep you up your feet. saving you and saving himself.
he's the type to lift your stuff. maybe when you try moving in with him, he'd do all sorts of things just to make you feel welcomed enough, or its just simply carrying certain grocery. who knows.
he's the type to write about you ACCIDENTALLY. maybe he'd reflect it over something he foresaw or just something he takes value of and inspired him. as he progresses, it eventually turns about you.
(previous bullet extended) "a promise is made out of true loyalty and devotion in committing to someone. either you spouse, friend, family, or even to someone as hard as rock to figure out, it is still a must to be able to harnest your ability and fulfil it. someday, somewhere, somehow, i'll have the will to promise to my own spouse. to make due with at the end of " he scraps it off. (bonus if he just keeps it somewhere instead)
he's the type to save drafts from his writing. he probably has a lot and likes looking at it since it sounds so direct and a few mistakes... just often poorly written or not understandable enough to comprehend.
he's the type to be caught rambling too much about a certain topic or interest by "reflection". he'd go all out and get sympathetic, just by thinking as well what other people would think about it. you sometimes tell him over and over again but maybe he can't stop because it may take advantage of him.
+ALBEDO
he's the type to never judge. even at times of being reckless, he wouldn't bother to pressure you further. he is someone to trust whenever you fear of one's opinion or possible judgement that can lead as an offense. no. he would never.
he's the type to doodle. whenever you come by while he is working or watching him work, he does horrible but cute doodles of the both of you while writing specific formulas or other materials he does. he thinks that it serves as entertainment for you.
he's the type to ramble and fidget around. again, working. you can hear him spitting out certain hypothesis, possibilities, formulas, or literally... anything. he likes it just because he thinks that it can help progress his mind more.
he's the type to be clueless. maybe the first time you were trying to court him, he thought you were just trying to hell regardless of the weird pick up lines you did to get his attention. you literally told him off that you liked him and the fact he only knew now at that moment.
he's the type to accidentally baby you. he's pretty much used to being with klee all the time to the point he is overly protective even if you doubt it. as in, he would ask if you are comfortable with him or not. maybe he does need a break.
he's the type to generally not know how to cook. he'd kept asking you how to just to spend some time and improve. all he probably knows is just to make daily every morning coffee.
he's the type to be less self-conscious around you. people are horribly terrifying to be with because it's either they'd want to test you or even aggravate you to your limit. not you. no. you'd never do that to him. he did thought about it but as timed leaned and further passed, with you, nothing will interfere.
he's the type to be your tutor. history or chemistry, he'd know. instant head aches just hearing him teach you but he doesn't bother to make an issue out of it. but of course, he'll be cut out in trying to go a more simpler level for you. (not an insult...)
he's the type to do crossword puzzles or just puzzles in general. he can be bored or just in a burnt out, and you know all about the cerebrum and testing your brain to become more knowledgeable per puzzle or anything. he liked asking you if you ever want to do some with him but maybe that's your fault for the lack of capacity you contain in your head that you refuse to at times.
#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact#kazuha x reader#kazuha x gn!reader#kaedehara kazuha x gn!reader#kaedehara kazuha x reader#kazuha headcanons#kazuha hcs#albedo x gn!reader#albedo x reader#albedo kreideprinz x reader#albedo kreideprinz x gn!reader#albedo headcanons#albedo hcs#kazuha fluff#albedo fluff#genshin#gn!reader#fem!reader#male!reader#xinniereaders
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butterflies ღ 彡 !
★ — albedo wants to watch you play with yourself for a bit.
★ — contains : f reader / mutual touching / praise / 0.5k words .
minors do not interact.
date nights with albedo were a rarity, both due to his busy work and expeditions up the mountain and you with your own commitments. the pair of you cherished the time you got to spend together, be it often sparse. these times could often grow a little hot and heavy, the exchanges of longing touches communicating the mutual desperation for more.
as soon as you bounded through the threshold of his apartment in the city, you made your way to his bedroom. teeth clashed as the alchemist devoured your lips, hunger burning as bright as the stars in his eyes. he guided you towards his bed, letting you fall into the plush material of his comforter.
neither of you wanted to waste minutes in each other’s presence, opting to shed your respective clothes instead of waiting for the other to take action. you were left in your panties, distracted by albedo’s stiff cock already leaking beads of precum.
"i’ve missed you,” he mumbled, groaning as he pumped his length a few times. you remained enthralled by the angel before you, broken from your trance only by a low moan of your name.
you needed something, anything, in the moment. settling for playing with your own tits you began groping the pretty flesh as your nipples hardened under your touch. a breathy little “‘bedo,” fell from your lips, closing your eyes for a moment, the same way that they did when you imagined your hands were his own during those long nights apart.
“touch yourself for me.” albedo commanded, initially catching you off guard. your reluctance spurred further orders from the man; his words never harsh but rather with the intent of encouraging you to fuck yourself for him. “spread your legs wider, my darling. you’re so pretty, aren’t you?”
you parted your thighs a little more, eyes remaining focused on albedo. one of his hands languidly pumped his cock, watching as you responded to him. you wanted to slip a hand beneath the waistband of your panties, though your desire to obey your boyfriend’s every word outweighed it.
“stroke yourself, sweetheart. over your panties, that’s it. you’re doing so well for me already,”
a little wet patch was already forming on your underwear, slick pooling underneath the lacy barrier that hid your cunt from sight. light whimpers filled the air, albedo enthralled with how needy you already were.
“just a bit longer; keep teasing yourself.” he spoke as you struggled to keep your attention on him.
whines developed into pleas as you continued feather-like touches across your panties. you could feel your sweet cunt ache, begging for more as you awaited further instructions.
“that’s my pretty girl, why don’t you take them off for me, hmm? you deserve it, baby.”
albedo’s melodic groans were interrupted as he swiped over a prominent vein on the underside of his cock, whispering curses under his breath. if the man lacked any self control he would already be nearing his peak, though he wished to wait until you were at your own.
“show me how you play with yourself while i’m away, sweetheart, and maybe then i’ll let you cum.”
#delilah.docs#albedo x reader#albedo thirst#albedo kreideprinz smut#albedo smut#albedo kreideprinz x reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact smut#genshin x reader#genshin smut
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meowmouche brainrot fr :((
it's midnight and i'm craving chocolate milk & albedo smut. none of which i have yet.
so reader calls him over one day to help test their "experiment" and albedo complies because he's a sweetheart. they start whatever and albedo wonders how this is related to alchemy... and that little "experiment" is actually a dildo, reader wants to try it on him. :)
HONEY IT'S YOUR TIME TO SHINE
Albedo x reader ;; readers pronouns not mentioned
SMUT/NSFW CONTENT (sub albedo, toy usage (dildo as seen in the ask <3), slight degradation and praise)
Summary: You called for Albedo, so he could help you test an "experiment" and, of course, he agrees! Yet he's confused as to why are you.. holding that and how is it related to this experiment? But he founds out pretty soon!
A/n: craving chocolate milk at midnight sounds pretty painful, if you don't get to drink it </3 hope that you were good in the end though! As for this, IT'S A GOOD IDEA AJDBSNNR- I hope the scenario isn't too bad, still need to get my confidence back >_<
Minor writer, dni if uncomfortable!
When you asked Albedo for his help to test one of your "experiments", he agreed right away. Of course he'll help his dearest in anything. Except when you had.. something that doesn't seem related to alchemy or your experiment.
"My apologies for interrupting, dear, but.. What will- um.." Albedo gazes at the toy in your hand, then back at you, "What usage will that have?" You laugh for a moment, smiling at him right after. He stares at you with a nervous look — your expression being one of your many teasing looks.
"Oh, 'Bedo," you lean closer, "This will be of high usage."
...
His hands grasped at the edge of your table as his head fell back, moans slipping past his lips. You leaned down to kiss his cheek, continuing to thrust the toy inside him. "Tell me," you whisper, "How does it feel?" Albedo nods quickly, about to say something, but another high moan interrupts. "Use your words," you smile slightly, slowing down.
"Don't—! Mmh, don't stop, please," he whines, trying to move to get more of it, "It feels so good,,," You speed the toy up again, also wrapping your hand around his neglected dick. He moans, his hands gripping the edge again, "Fuck, AH- [name], please-! That's too much-!" Albedo thrusts in your hand and you only push the dildo further.
You coo in his ear, "Look at you. You look like a slut, taking my toy so well." He whines, blush on his face more vibrant. "Such a good boy," you say, kissing his neck, "Tell me how good it feels." "Feels so good— fuck, so good, so- ah, shit, so good-!" He says between his noises as you speed your hand on his dick.
It's not long until he's panting and moaning about how he's oh so close with your name on his tongue. You littered a few bites on his neck, spoke few words and you felt him shake in your hands, gasping. You could feel his release on your hand, you slowing down. After a moment you pulled the toy out of him. Albedo head falls on the table as he breathes, still slightly shaking from all of this.
"..Albedo?" You kiss on a mark, "Are you alright?" He mumbles something before turning his head slightly. "Y-yeah, I'm alright, don't worry," he sighs out, small smile on his face. You chuckle, lidding your eyes, "You know this isn't the end of the experiment, right?" His eyes widen slightly as you continue to speak.
"I have a few more things I'd like to try."
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