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#apologies to sucrose she is simply being dragged into things
nobleburn · 5 months
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The return to her family's ancestral home had been... mixed, to say the least. On the balance, the clean, crisp air of Mondstadt agreed with her, and while the food hardly compared to the delicacies of Fontaine, there was a charmingly provincial quality to it all. That the Knights of Favonius operated in such esteem, and that the city of freedom seemed to have its own secretive hero were both points far in its favor. After the descent into Liyue's Chasm, only resurfacing days later - exhausted, ill, having unearthed a most interesting trinket - some time in Mondstadt would serve her well before returning home.
Yet, there was one thing that sat poorly with Nikolette from inside her room at the Goth Grand Hotel. Where were all the aristocrats? Yes, yes, there'd been that unsavory business with the rebellion so long ago, but was that not all in the past? Surely in the centuries since her own family had left, things would have cleared up, and yet, not even a single peasant had hurried not to cross her path, or prostrate themselves in front of her. She'd yet to even be addressed properly, in either Mondstadter or Fontainian style! Did these people not know who she was?
Out in the town square, near the large fountain that reminded of home, was a small alchemy station, and it was there that Nikolette saw her target. Answers would be provided her, one way or another. "Hello, you there!" A wave of gloved hands accompanied her words, seeking to get the attention of the green-haired woman who she'd seen days before walking alongside the Acting Grand Master. If she had some connection to the Knights, then surely she'd have an understanding of the situation.
"Greetings and salutations, I'm Nikolette von Brandt of Fontaine, heir to the famous, prestigious, illustrious Brandt clan. It's your pleasure to make my acquaintance." Without waiting for much in the way of acknowledgement or introduction, she simply pushed through the conversation with the same general conviction as with everything else. "I've been staying here in Mondstadt for a few days before I return to my estate in Fontaine, but I've found myself rather confused at a few things during my stay."
Gesturing to the woman, Nikolette appraised her, looking up and down, before giving a curt nod. "You're a member of the Knights of Favonius, are you not? Or, affiliated? Surely it's within your purview to escort a traveler around and answer a few questions, is it not?" And especially when said traveler was a figure of such great importance as she. "Come along! Let's talk a walk - Mondstadt's fine breeze is better felt without the stifling quality of walls and high-rises." Indeed, and a bit of late morning exercise would surely do them both well. Besides, with how stuffy things could be at an alchemist's table, surely the woman would thank her for the opportunity to get some fresh air!
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adumbcloud · 1 year
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How they met you
I did tags 3 times and it didn’t save so I give up on them
1.2k words r=romantic p=platonic but both can be seen as platonic
Diona (p) Qiqi (p) Hu Tao (r) Fischl (r) Jean (r) Sucrose (r) Yoimiya (r)
Diona
You met Diona while you were walking around Mondstadt simply wandering around. Diona was in the middle of preparing to go to Springvale at night, alone. So when you noticed Diona (whose name you didn’t know at that moment) at the entrance to Mondstadt preparing to leave for Springvale, you quickly walked up to her asking where she was going. When she answered that she was going to Springvale you decided to walk her there, after a while it became a daily thing that you both enjoyed. She’d talk to you about her day while you listened, and sometimes commented on what she was talking about, or something you saw. After a while of you walking her home she became a bit territorial of you. So whenever you were together and she saw whatever gender you’re attracted to/someone that flirts with you, or just diluc she would glare at them. It was kind of funny. Actually, she was able to scare off a lot of people (including Diluc somehow). Once while you were walking her to Springvale you both decided to take a break and she accidentally somehow fell asleep on you. So you sat there for a small time and let her rest because she seemed exhausted. (she was embarrassed when she woke up and refused to ever talk about it) <3
Qiqi
Qiqi you met the first time at Bubu pharmacy after getting a cold and needing medicine. It took a bit for Qiqi to remember what medicine there was for colds, and if they had it. So after she found your medicine and you paid, you left and didn’t see her for a while. The next time you saw her was when you found Hu Tao “harassing” (the fandom website said that Hu Tao stopped bothering her after a few times, but oh well) her, and trying to convince Qiqi to let Hu Tao bury her. Which you quickly stopped Hu Tao from doing, causing her to pout and Qiqi looking at you trying to figure out if she knew you. After that from time-to-time you would find Qiqi trying to find herbs and other things for Bubu pharmacy. Why she was the one given that role you didn’t know, but you tried to help her whenever you were able. After a while she slowly started to remember you from sight. Whenever she saw you she would walk over to you, and start to hold your hand. <3
Hu Tao
You met Hu tao after trying to find a job, which she offered to employ you at the Wanshang Funeral Parlor. It was interesting to have Hu Tao as your boss. She made sure that there was never a dull moment, when she was around. But when she wasn’t around it was a bit boring if you're being honest, even though you always had a bit of work that you needed to do. Though who knew that a Funeral Parlor would have so much paperwork? Whenever she decided to drag you around Liyue looking for customers she always somehow found Qiqi while you weren’t looking, and tried to convince Qiqi into being buried. You always had to drag Hu Tao away from her while apologizing for your boss’s actions. Hu Tao would pout at you afterwards while trying and failing to ignore you. <3
Fischl
Fischl (& Oz) you met at the Adventurers’ Guild in Mondstadt. Katheryne assigned you both together to wipe out a hilichurl camp that was a bit too close to Mondstadt for comfort, and a bit too big for only one person to wipe out. Your first impressions of Fischl were “that’s a lot of fancy words,”  “wow she’s really skilled in combat,” and “she’s really pretty.” Though it was a bit difficult to understand what she was saying at first, you eventually started to understand her words without the help of Oz. After your first commission together you both were partnered together often, it was mostly because your fighting styles worked well together. Sometimes after a commission you both sit down on the grass and stare at the sky together. Watching the clouds and pointing out what you think they look like. Or staring at the stars while she shows you constellations that she learned from Mona. <3
Jean
You met Jean when you were both young because your parent(s)/guardian(s) were friends with hers. You both got along very well and were fairly good friends. Although you both never had the chance to interact very much because you were both training to become knights of Favonius. When Barbara was born and her parents eventually separated you both started to spend more time together. Most of it was because your parent(s)/guardian(s) and her mother decided that both of you training together was a good idea. When she got the title of ‘Dandelion Knight’ at 15 you were both at the big tree at windrise (The symbol of Mondstadt’s hero) celebrating it quietly, while she also calmed down from the other celebrations. When Jean got her vision you were the first person to find out. In response to her getting her vision you got her a new romance novel which to this day is her favorite book. Jean tried to keep you from meeting Amber, Lisa, and Kaeya because she didn’t want them to interfere with your work. They met you pretty fast after Jean became the Acting Grand Master, and quickly they started to use you to help stop Jean from overworking herself. <3
Sucorse
You were studying to become a scientist and while you were studying you met Sucrose, Both of you working under Albedo. Sucrose was extremely shy when you first met and only spoke a few words, stuttering the whole time. After a few weeks of working together she slowly became less shy around you, talking with more words then before. Still stuttering sometimes but stuttering became less common, remarkably. She was still fairly shy around you but she was less shy of you then most others. But that also tends to happen when you work together for a while. After about a year of working together you both grew fairly close together. To the point that you managed to get her to ask Diona if they had shared any ancestry, and got her to talk to Jean once. <3
Yoimiya
Yoimiya you met at a fireworks show while at a festival in Inazuma. She was running around playing with the children and accidentally bumped into you. Yoimiya bumping into you caused you to fall down and scrape your knee. She felt so bad and apologized almost a million times in less than a minute. You accepted her apology quickly because she was apologizing too much, and she was seemingly really nice. After this event whenever she saw you around Inazuma she’d talk to you for around an hour, but you only saw each other once or twice a week. She was always great company so you both quickly became good friends. When the next festival came around Yoimiya made a firework just for you, and she also made sure to get candies from each stall to give to you. Both of you also sometimes would play with the children that live in Inazuma City and you became an older sibling for the children too.  <3
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primofate · 3 years
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Breaking up Part 2 Albedo x gn!reader
Sorry it took so long! Haha. Yeah tumblr effed over for me. But here it is! :D
Scenario: Breaking up and getting back together again
Characters: gn! reader x Albedo
Warnings: angst, break ups, regrets, did I say angst? NOT PROOFREAD
Categories: angst in Part 1, comfort in Part 2 (It was getting too long so split it into two parts)
Read:  (Part 1) (Part 3 - Final)
“Sucrose... Do you know where Y/N went?”
5 days 3 hours and 12 minutes. He’d been counting. He’d been counting since you left. It was only today that he had the courage to ask Sucrose about it. 
Sucrose jumps at the sudden call of her name. 
Albedo had not been the same. The frequent mistakes in the lab proved it. The constant slips of the hand and test tubes shattering on the floor told Sucrose that perhaps that was how his heart looked like too.
“...No, I don’t,” Sucrose simply says, then lets the silence of the lab fill the air. Only the bubbles from their experiments hanging. It was still for a moment, Sucrose going back to her calculations and research. Albedo sat in front of his alchemy set, blankly staring at it.
He doesn’t even understand what being “tired” feels like anymore. He hasn’t had a decent sleep. Every small movement in the house, every whisper of the wind he would bolt up in bed, thinking it was you coming in from the front door. Sometimes he would hear someone shuffling, he would stop and listen for you, but then realizes that the sound was the sound of his legs under the covers, trying to keep warm without you around. 
Sucrose glances up at her mentor. He’s buried his face in his hands, his hair in slight disarray. She knew what was going to happen next. He was going to stand up and just walk away from the lab, and Sucrose was not going to see him until tomorrow again. 
Tomorrow, the cycle would repeat. 
Albedo couldn’t function. It was pathetic. He really thought that he must be such a sight right now, eyes heavy with exhaustion, hair down and clothes a little unruly. He ran away from the lab again. He abandoned his “important” experiment and went back home, retreating in his room, falling on his knees and slumping on the bed in front of him.
He buried his face into his arms and tried to piece his heart back together.
“Albedo, will you ever get tired of me?”
There was a soft hint of a frown on your face. Silly you, Albedo thought. Always worried about being apart from him. He only smiles and cups your chin in his hand, leans in close to press his forehead against yours to whisper, “Never,” 
His fists clutch at the bedsheets, the fabric scrunching up under his hands. Every.damn.time. he tried to take a break, he would be reminded of you. Every thing reminded him of you. Breathing reminded him of you. It was as if you were right beside him and yet you weren’t. 
It was him. He was supposed to be the one asking “Y/N, will you ever get tired of me?” He was supposed to be the one worried. But he hadn’t been because he had taken you for granted. He thought that you’d always just be there, waiting for him patiently as you always had but now that he was alone, he realized just how lonely this silence could be.
“You must have been lonely...waiting here for me in this silence...”
His voice was muffled by the sheets, and he didn’t know who he was talking to. He did that a lot these days. Saying things that he wished you could still hear. 
The next day, just as Sucrose predicted. It was the same. Halfway through his experiment Albedo stopped, and stared at nothing in particular. She wondered if, whenever he did that, he remembered the things he said to you that day. 
But, just as Sucrose thinks today would end up the same...
it didn’t.
“Big brother Albedo!” Klee stormed into the lab, the door slamming open really loud. “Oh...I’m sorry, I didn’t check the sign... I...” Klee stepped out to look at the door sign and found “KEEP OUT” still there. “Oh no...! I did a mistake! Sorry big brother,” the little girl fumbled with her fingers and swung from side to side to show her apology. 
A hint of a smile appears on Albedo’s face and Sucrose was thunderstruck. There had been no expression on the Kreideprinz’s face for the longest time that the smile had felt so foreign. “It’s alright, Klee. Do you need help with something?” and his voice wasn’t hoarse. If there was anything that could cheer him up, it would be Klee.
He was done prioritizing his research over the people that really mattered. 
“Look what I got! I’ve never seen such a pretty flower in Mondstadt before,” Klee showed off the blue flower to Albedo, eyes shining and wide. Albedo touched the petals as Klee held it up for him. “Ah, yes, Glaze Lilies. You can only find them in Liyue, Klee,” Albedo explains. Klee bounces excitedly.
“Ohhhh! That’s amazing! Y/N must have travelled there recently!” 
The silence in the lab was deafening. Albedo’s hand drops from the flower as he looks at Klee, confused. Sucrose had stopped what she was doing, wide-eyed, staring at the young bomber. “...What do you mean, Klee?” Albedo whispered out. 
Hearing your name said by someone else made it all the more real that you weren’t here with him anymore. 
“Oh! See, Klee was in Windrise and... I was looking at the fishes...” Klee gasped a little, “Please don’t tell Master Jean!” she whispered pointedly but continued. “I saw Y/N there, and Y/N gave me a really big hug and gave me this Guh lays Lily,” the young girl got the name wrong, but Albedo hadn’t been listening anymore. He stood up and crouched down to eye level with Klee, hands on her shoulders.  “W-When, Klee?” he clears his throat and tries again, “When did this happen?” Sucrose had also been listening and watching in bated breath.  Klee gave one of her biggest, most innocent smiles, not knowing how crucial this information had been to Albedo. “Just now! I just came back from Windrise!” 
Albedo didn’t feel the slightest sorry that he bolted out of the lab without explaining to Klee. She would understand and Surcrose was there. He sprinted towards the gates of Mondstadt like his life depended on it. In some senses, it really did.
I can make it.
He was panting hard. His footsteps thundering in his ears. His breath coming in quick ins and outs. His heart is about to fly off its cage.
I can make it. It’s just outside of Mondstadt. 
Wind rushes past him, the pigeons on the bridge outside of Mondstadt, disturbed, flying away in a frenzy. Timmie shouting after him. 
Please be there. Please.
It takes him longer than he wanted. He wanted to be faster, wanted to be there already but he was still running. Still chasing after that hope. The adrenaline he feels pumps in his veins and yet he is so out of breath that he needs to stop. His hands resting on his knees as he closes his eyes and tries to get his breathing even. 
I have to keep going.
His legs were killing him. They were strained by the sudden rush of exercise and yet he still drags both towards Windrise. He could see the large tree at the horizon, but he was too far away to see if you were there. He continues to pant, steadying his breath, preparing for another burst of energy to run towards where he so desperately hoped you were.  What if you weren’t there anymore?
What if he was too late?
What if he never saw you again?
“What if it doesn’t work...?” Albedo asks, pondering over the research and discussing it with you over dinner. He loved to talk about his experiments with you because you gave valuable insights on it, and really listened to him. You smile and give him the confidence that he needs, “Then you can try again, Bedo. You always find a way!”
He’s still panting by the time he reaches the steps leading up to the large tree. His eyes dart around. He circles around in place, wondering if you were around the area. He continues forward, stepping up to the big roots and yet again looked around, trying to spot your familiar tuft of hair/colour. 
At the corner of his eye he spots something, behind the big tree. A Crystalfly. It was flying away and his eyes automatically follow it. There was a hand trying to reach out for it, but it barely grazed the Crystalfly’s wings. You stepped out from behind the tree, a little annoyed that you couldn’t catch the Crystalfly. 
Albedo feels like he’s frozen in time. He stands there and watches the wind caress your hair. Watches as you tuck your hair back behind your ear. Watches as you turn around and start walking away. He snaps back to reality and moves forward, roots and sticks cracking under his feet as he struggles through the root laden path just to get near you. 
You, hearing the disturbance from behind, turn around and was met face to face with the lover you left a few days ago. Something shatters inside you. You weren���t ready for this. You were far from ready to see him again. Why was he out here in the middle of the day? You stood still just as he did in front of you. 
You notice how his hair is sticking to his face with sweat. The fast rise and fall of his chest. The pained look in his eyes. The closed up fists on his side. “Y/N--” his voice cracks and tears start to pool in your eyes. 
You aren’t strong enough for this and you start to turn away.
Albedo rushes forward to trap you in a hug. His arms so desperately wrapped around you as his head rests on your shoulder. “Don’t,” he pleads. “Please don’t go. Come back with me, please,” there’s a different type of hopelessness in his voice. A moment later tears are streaming down your face. 
“I-I can’t Albedo. I--” can’t put myself through that again. I can’t and don’t want to be alone at home all the time. 
His body shakes and you realize it’s a sob that wracks his body. Your shoulder is slightly wet. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please.” You’ve never seen him cry. Not like this. Not as he clings to you and admits defeat. “I...I couldn’t take care of you--It’s my fault. I know, but--”
“I like Windrise. It’s very relaxing.” You say as the two of you walk around the tree, collecting materials. “Is it?” Albedo responds, stopping momentarily to look up at the tree. “You don’t think so?” you curiously ask your lover. He ponders for a moment before smiling, “I think coming home to you is a lot more relaxing,” at the early stages of your relationship hearing something like that from him would cause you to blush.
You pry his arms away and look up at him. His head is dipped low and you can’t see his face clearly, concealed by his hair. You brush his hair away and lift his head up, and you see how streaks of tears run down his cheeks. You see the sleepless nights in his eyes. The hurt that creases on his forehead. You see what your absence has done to him, and all in one moment, you think that perhaps you were too harsh on him. That you should’ve talked it out instead of leaving so abruptly but you-- “I was hurt...” your lips tremble as you try to explain. 
“I try, really hard, to make things easier for you. To care about you. I have never asked for anything grand.” You’re surprised at how level your voice is, despite feeling like you might break down just as he does. 
“I’m aware,” Albedo wipes at his face, frustrated at himself. His tears have stopped. You were talking. That must be a good sign. “I don’t--Don’t deserve you,” but he steels himself and places his hands on your cheeks. God how long had it been since he touched you like this? and wipes away the tears that were silently falling from your eyes. “But I’ll take care of you. I’ll prove your worth. I... won’t make the same mistake again,” 
And when Albedo said or promised something he was one of the few people that you believed in the most. He was trustworthy all the way, and was true to most of what he said. “You have my word... and if I do make the same error again then... Then you can leave. But right now I--” he moves to rest his forehead against yours, taking in the warmth and love that he had missed. “I’m asking for another chance,” he gulps. “Please,”
You stay quiet for a moment. Assessing the situation. But your eyes close at the closeness the two of you are in right now. There was no doubt that you still loved him. A few days would not change anything. A few days would not ruin the years that you spent together. But you were scared and guarded. You weren’t sure what would happen and if it was worth it. You were scared of being with him and being lonely. “...We... should talk and think a little bit more about this...” you conclude and give your answer, stepping away from him.
Albedo’s face grimaces in distraught, but turns into confusion when you take his hand and tugs on it slightly. “...At home, we can talk about this at home...Is that okay? Let’s go back first,” you would figure it out with him from there.
His head drops and he tries hard not to let tears escape again. He really didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve this kindness but he sure as hell would take it. He would take it and make it right again. He picks his head up and squeezes your hand, voice slightly soft and trembling, and smiles.
“Thank you. That’s perfect,” 
and with his hand tight on yours, because he wasn’t letting you go again, the two of you make your way back.
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drxwsyni · 3 years
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doubts and desires︱albedo x f!reader
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summary: letting go of the past is hard, but losing what you have now would be harder. leaving albedo is neither something you can do, or something you really want, it’s simply taken you a while to understand that. word count: 2k warnings: implied dubcon, stockholm syndrome, past kidnapping
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Even with how Albedo had bundled you up in a hat, scarf, gloves, and coat―it still failed to ward off the chill that seemingly sucked the warmth right from your body. Yet you said nothing about it, the unwanted attention it would draw from him inevitable if you made your discomfort known. And, you were almost certain he would drag you back to the cabin if he knew how the cold was treating you.
You didn’t enjoy the biting temperatures, but you didn’t want leave. Not when it’s been so long since you descended the mountain, that you barely even remember the feeling of snowfall against your skin.
The whole situation he’s placed you in is really quite foreign―confusing.
In how he’s letting you accompany him in his research, not far from his―your home. A safe distance, so to speak. Or that’s what he said, at least.
You realized that the way he spoke of this outing, how it’d just be the two of you, and that you wouldn’t venture very far; they were words of comfort. Not said to reassure himself that things would go smoothly, but to calm the look of trepidation in your eyes from the mere suggestion of going outside.
Now, seeing Albedo’s nonchalant demeanour while he studies the petrification of a fallen tree, it puts your mind at ease. Sure, if you look closely you’ll be able to see the way his eyes flicker to your form every few seconds or so, making sure you were right where he left you, but generally the alchemist is calm.
It makes you calm, for a moment it feels like you’re able to settle down and appreciate the intricate beauty of the snow swept mountain you stand upon. Best to do so now, knowing it wouldn’t be long until he would lead you home, sheltered safely away from the danger of the mountain’s climate.
“Oh―I didn’t know you were to be researching today, Albedo sir.”
With your back turned to the newly appeared stranger behind you, the cold that had seeped into your bones no longer posed as the only thing holding you in place―it was also now an icy fear.
You watched unmoving from your spot as Albedo gave pause, a hint of contemplation flashing across his face before standing.
“Timaeus. I thought you were studying back in the city.”
The man, who you had yet to properly address, responded with a somewhat nervous laugh.
“Yes, well I was, but it led me to do my own research out in the field…”
Always in a strangely graceful manner, Albedo dusted off his pants and straightened his jacket. A look of unashamed disinterest painted his expression as Timaeus rambled on about his findings.
Truly, you don’t recall Albedo ever showing such emotions with you―a detail not necessarily heartwarming, but still reassuring in an indescribable way.
Perhaps it was due to you being so sure that he’d rid himself of you when you no longer proved useful. Which made the swirling of affection and enamour in his eyes when he gazed upon you settle your nerves, even in just the slightest.
“...which I unfortunately have yet to procure. But―ah, I’ve gotten ahead of myself again. My apologies, how is your research coming along. And...who might you be?”  
If Albedo recognized the look of severe anxiety flashing across your face, he paid no mind. Instead giving you a small, somewhat warm smile. As if to say, “Go ahead.”
The few seconds that passed were done in silence, you desperately trying to read Albedo’s face for ulterior motives, and the man behind you shuffling awkwardly in place while he waited for a response.
By some miracle, your body moved on autopilot, turning around to finally acknowledge the cause of your newfound distress. Only, you couldn’t even look him in the face.
Your mouth was dry, mind foggy and unable to think of a response that was anywhere near being coherent.
“...I―uh…”
“This is my new assistant. Please do forgive her, she’s quite shy.”
A shaky breath escaped your rigid body at the sound of Albedo’s voice, and the feeling of his hand resting gently upon the small of your back.
The blatant lie that only you and him recognized echoed inside your head.
Timaeus had no clue who you were, or what you meant to Albedo. But if he did know, you wondered what he would do.
“...Ah, it’s strange we’ve never met before.”
You could tell without looking that Timaeus was studying your form. With the way his tone shifted to something a little more unsettled, a pit grew in your stomach knowing how he had picked up on your questionable nervousness.
The hand resting on your back felt a little more heavy.
Albedo showed no signs of botherment, “That’s likely because she’s not from here.”
For some ungodly reason, the less experienced alchemist took this as an opportunity. “Oh, if that’s the case then we should show her around. Sucrose could use someone like herself to―”
“Actually, we were just leaving. I’m afraid I’ve kept her out in the cold too long, and descending the mountain any further is quite a reckless task in this weather―” His head turned to look at you, no longer addressing his student, “―right?”
If Timaeus was told of what his teacher had done to you, would he help? Even if he looks up to Albedo, even if everyone does, surely they would step in.
Only, the issue remained that first you’d have to prove to them you were in danger.
...And really, you weren’t. Not anymore.
The tender bruises around your wrists and ankles had healed long ago. Your health was in near perfect condition, what with how Albedo saw to it that you never did anything to put it at risk. A single and quick glance would show that you were so pristinely taken care of, complexion shining now that you no longer spent nights sleepless from fear.
What were you to even say?
Moreso, it remained true that you didn’t quite want to say anything.
Timaeus wouldn’t believe your truth, and Albedo would likely spin the scenario so that your words weren’t reliable anyways.
It dawned on you that Albedo knew this fact well, why else would he bring you with him if he wouldn’t still be entirely in control of the situation?
A simple movement, his hand drifted to your hip and gripped it firmly, urging.
Your voice, barely a whisper met his ears.
“...Of course…”
That was all he needed, sending an impatient, yet still neutral glance towards Timaeus, the smallest hint of self-satisfaction lingering in it.
His student took the hint.
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“I have to say, bringing you with me was quite...productive.”
After dinner, Albedo has you keep him company in his study. You, occupied with a book in a chair across from his desk, while he goes over his findings from the day’s outing.
“Research wise, I was able to study you in a foreign situation.” He continued, conversation one-sided, “The results were to my liking…”
Although construed in his ever sophisticated manner, his words told you that you did something right. He was proud, and that notion made the swell of a strange warmth in your heart grow.
The alchemist’s gaze remained downcasted at the papers strewn about in front of him while he spoke. “...I suppose you should be rewarded for such good behaviour.”
Your eyes flitted up, the story on your lap abandoned completely.
Albedo has never spoken of such a thing, not once entertaining the idea of rewards when he saw no reason to ever extend such gratitude. Even after all this time.
He must be especially pleased, you thought.
Perhaps, enough to grant you back even a small semblance of independence...that would most certainly be your wish.
You’d long grown used to his suffocating personality, the intense interest he paid you often resulting in little to no alone time. Albedo made sure you stayed in eyeshot, and in those inevitable times he needed to leave, he made them quick, and you were to be safely tucked away in the bedroom, door locked from the outside. There wasn’t a single detail he missed, no stone left unturned when trying to improve your security.
Unfortunately for you, it left little autonomy.
Just the smallest taste of self-reliance would be fine. You’d love to cook a nice meal, like the ones you used to make. Or perhaps to pick your own outfit one morning, something more your style than the things he put together for you. Any break from his constant guidance, no matter what shape or form, you’d gladly take―
“Why don’t you go get cleaned up then, I’ll meet you upstairs soon.”
Albedo neglected to look up as he spoke, and so he missed how the glimmer of anticipation in your eyes faded away. The way your shoulders dropped slightly, the look of disappointment flashing across your features in understanding of his words.
What he had planned, it was a reward...of sorts.
An excuse, as far as you saw it.
Albedo was known for testing the limits of living beings after all, and in certain ways, such studies extended to how he treats you. It’s a win win for him―he thinks it’s a reward, since he knows he can make you feel good, and doing so just shows him all those little things he can’t learn through idle observation. What makes you squirm or shy away with innocent embarrassment―information just as important as everything else he knows about you.
It doesn’t dissuade Albedo when he finally glances up to see what his offer has done, though the sight does make him feel as though he’s deceived you.
Still, he remains unapologetic. “While you gave me some good insight on how far you’ve...adjusted, I still can’t completely trust you. This merely turned out to be a good opportunity for satisfying your other needs―nothing more.”
Flipping open a nearby textbook, Albedo conveys wordlessly, a difficult habit of his, that the conversation has ended.
You, however, have yet to heed his words. Still seated, the once flickering of hope subsiding with each passing second. Call it grief, but you were sincerely expecting a different outcome. Though, knowing Albedo, and his constant need to grow more knowledgeable, you should’ve seen this coming.
“...I’d rather not have to force your compliance tonight. So, please―” He gestured towards the door with a wave of his hand, focus trained and brows barely knitted while he skims over his readings on the desk.
Honestly speaking, you once thought Albedo was a deeply confusing man. So too was the life he’d meticulously prepared, and swiftly forced you into. Yet, looking back, things may have been more simple than you once perceived.
Your only real job is to exist and comply. And you both know you’re not going anywhere, not going to say no. Especially now, given how effortless it feels to fall into routine, going through the motions of his request and carrying yourself upstairs.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you realize it’s too late for you, what feels like an eternity spent at Albedo’s side having just about rendered your fighting spirit useless. It’s been long since replaced with what you’re coming to know as a certain fondness. You want to see the compassion in his eyes that’s sparked by your willing compliance.
It was a single, tangible goal. Not complex and unobtainable like those tasks of your past life. Attempts at obtaining those desires are futile, when today's events proved you genuinely no longer want them anymore.
It’s much easier to make Albedo proud. You don’t realize that you do it everyday, and that he’s just poor at conveying his own emotions...
Drawing yourself a bath, you wash away past doubts, settling with what your life has turned into.
Distantly, you hear Albedo make his way up the stairs and towards your bedroom. You like knowing what’s to come, which is always something you’ll have with him. You can’t say the same if you leave, and so you finally resolve that you never will.
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Hi!! I was just wondering on the post where reader was a yandere and how the boys would react, could you do something like a part 2 to it? Like where they find out the reason why reader is like this? Sorry if its not really clear and you don’t have to do it! Anyways have a good day :D
change you [albedo, childe, kaeya, diluc, xiao]
part 2 of ‘stop it’ where fem!reader is a yandere
tw: UNHEALTHY/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, gore, violence, cuss words, manipulative behavior, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder and angst of course
albedo x fem! reader, childe x fem! reader, kaeya x fem! reader, diluc x fem! reader, xiao x fem! reader
a/n: just a reminder that this behavior should not be tolerated or idolized as it is not healthy nor is it acceptable. sorry this took such a long time anon! i’m clearing my inbox tonight since i’m finally done with school hehe. hope this is to your liking nonnie, sorry if the bits are too short !!
i would like to clarify that if any of these scenarios/hc’s of mine are similar to other writers’ works, it is unintentional and i apologize
albedo
after the incident that happened between you and his former assistant, he hadn’t left the lab and you inside it for days
he claims to others that something in his research had come up and he would be requiring maximum isolation for the next few days
or weeks
(absolutely believable considering the timely announcement of his deceased assistant)
“albedo..” the alchemist’s eye twitched at the ring of your voice, beckoning him to you
“shouldn’t you at least entertain me–your captive?” you sickeningly chuckle as you notice his annoyance
soon this turned into complete panic
“come on,” you cling onto his arm, “pay attention to me before i leave you with no assistants at all.” 
the audacity, albedo exclaims internally
“do not tempt me to bind you to a chair until i find a solution, y/n.” he peers menacingly into you in a futile attempt to guise his fear
fear that you’d be too much for him to control
that he’ll lose you even further
you let out a ‘tsk’ as you take a seat beside the busied alchemist
“why are you even trying so hard?” a mumble escapes your mouth
perhaps he felt responsible
or maybe he does this to avenge sucrose
there might even be a slim possibility of him still loving you
but none of these answers felt genuine enough to reason
“frankly enough, i, too, question why.” 
childe
your trip home was awkward
and that’s to say the least
fuming in utter disbelief and rage was your alleged lover, intentionally averting his gaze from you
he was trying so hard not you hit you, the only thing holding him back is that he didn’t want to stoop to your level
you were rather pleased with what had happened and flaunted this
“that went well,” you smile and raised an eyebrow as you eyed childe
“you have no heart at all.” his voice devoid of any emotion aside from anger reaches your ears
at this, you dare laugh amidst the tension in the atmosphere surrounding the both of you
“now, i wouldn’t say that! i did it for you, isn’t that enough to prove i’m just as human as everyone else?” 
“you make me sick.” the harbinger spits
you aren’t too pleased with this 
moving to his side, you pinch his cheeks, “come now, love. a little warning from me won’t kill them!” you attempted to lift the mood but all is in vain as you feel a wet drop trickle down from childe’s cheek to your hand
eyes widening at this. you finally pipe down at wait for his response
he grabs your wrist and yanks it from his face
“don’t you dare come near me every again, you’re the worst person i’ve ever been manipulated by.”
kaeya
to say that kaeya was disappointed is an understatement
what’s worse than catching your lover trying to murder some nun for inconveniencing him at the dead of night?
having all this happen and being a captain of the knights of favonius
“what in celestia’s name has gotten into you, y/n?”
oh, he was mad
no ‘baby,’ ‘sweetheart–’ not even ‘snowdrop’
you idly twiddle your thumbs innocently, as if you weren’t about to be charged for attempted murder in a few hours
“i thought it would make you happy.” you admit
facepalming to the highest caliber, kaeya sighs and manages to break a sarcastic smile, finding the entire situation unbelievable
“simply outstanding, l/n.”
uh oh, he used your last name
furrowing your eyebrows, you raise one, “you’ve never called me that, sweetheart.”
kaeya glares at you, “let’s put it like this–i’m trying my absolute best not to knock you out right now.”
“i still don’t see how i did anything wrong.” you cross your arms
the knight chuckles hoarsely
“oh, you will.” he states 
and after that, he goes ahead to the acting grandmaster’s office
things are going to be pretty rough for you from now on
diluc
once he had found adelinde’s corpse in the vicinity and see how you disposed of her, he felt sick to the stomach
yet another one buried six feet under his
“do you like my gift, dearest?” placing a hand on his stiff shoulder, you look at the mess you made
“why, you-” he grumbled and grits his teeth
and the worst has yet to come
“once i have you behind bars for this, i’ll make sure you repent.” diluc states with his clenched fists
“oh, about that-” you laugh, “you can’t”
what?
“excuse me?!” the pyro wielder exclaims
“well, mister flawless reputation, i’ve already devised a plan beforehand,” you pause to slowly circle the man frozen in place
“elzer had put in records of cannibalism in adelinde’s files, since suspicion has been around for a while.” 
damn the maids for having such loud mouths
“a simple statement such as ‘it was self defense!’ and it’d be fine.”
you were truly a force to be reckoned with when aggravated
even so, if he couldn’t have you put in jail, no way was he going to let you live alongside him any further
“pack your things.” he clenches his jaw and drags you indoors
“i’ll give you five minutes to take everything with you, and if you dare defy me this time, i’ll make sure you are dealt with swiftly myself.”
xiao
out of everything you could’ve surprised him with, why did it have to be this?
this wasn’t a pleasant surprise, no
he didn't feel any love from what you’d done, only the flames of fury engulfed the adeptus
“in what plane if existence did you think what you’d done is flattering?!” the yaksha yelled once you and him got to a secluded room in wangshu inn
“xiao, i wasn’t trying to be mean, she laid her eyes on you-”
“like every other being does! gods, y/n, you’re unfathomable.” xiao rubs his temples
inching closer to the trembling man, you atemtped to massage his throbbing head
your efforts have been dismissed with a swat of xiao’s hand as he growls at you
“don’t touch me, filthy mortal.”
“you make me sound like i killed someone,” you laughed it off which angered him greatly
“you almost did!” he reasoned and you tilted your head, feigning ignorance as if this wasn’t a huge deal
“listen, if you’re not going to act accordingly and attack everyone who even lays their eyes on me, do not try to call out my name,” he turns back to you before disappearing into mists of green and black
“i won’t heed to your call.”
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