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raspberryslushie · 1 year

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Sovereign of Truth

Ft. Albedo yumyumnomnom x gn!reader

Warnings: Cringe.

Albedo was one of Mondstadt’s finest alchemists, though that didn’t mean much considering the lack of those who found themselves concerned with such studies there. Rather, his work shined even among Sumeru’s scholars, deserving a place against papers that had stood true for millennia. He dealt with the matters of life, being able to create it from nothing but dust and watch flowers come to flourish, or crystalflies gain consciousness at his will. However, you find that even with abilities grazing close to those of the heavenly deities, there was one thing Albedo had yet to master.

How to feel. And not just surface-leveled musings of the sparks that ignited joy, or what could elicit pain and tears. Conversely, it was more the sentiment of being able to have something stir within you so strong, so passionate, that you must be compelled to act with it. Otherwise, what good is the quality of humanity itself much more than another vessel for thought?

Not to mention that he always had a fleeting demeanor about him, with a mind constantly drifting into new curiosity and a mechanical heart that might not have known how to love like a human, but rather learn. To the common civilian, it might’ve been rather careless how Albedo only showed his interest in a variety of novelties that deserved his intuition. And then once it was all found out and done with, the excitement was gone and he moved on to something else, utterly ignorant to whatever else had come before. Yet what they don’t see is the heart of his work. Albedo had only left those old ends lying untied because was in search of something else, the feeling of enlightenment that might finally bring his master back to him. Little did he know then, that this feeling was the start of his growth into the “new life”, because if he could still learn, then what stopped you from helping in your own ways?

"Your final assignment: show me the truth and the meaning of this world."

That was the last thing Albedo’s master had told him before she vanished, on account of having nothing left to teach him. Now, he was no stranger to the multitude of assignments and tasks she had handed down to him, each of which were more abstract and difficult to grasp than the previous, but he always prevailed. Still, Albedo found himself at a loss for what this question could possibly refer to. Had it sent him in pursuit of the seven Archons’ ideals? Or perhaps it was Celestia’s reign that had most fascinated Rhinedottir. The reality of it was that an artificial being such as himself had no capability to answer the “truth,” not when his everlasting knowledge gave him so many “meanings” to interpret. But in a mortal’s eyes, the resolution was simple, and you were set on showing him.

The first lesson you gave Albedo was on how to see the world. Not in the bare-boned way that he was used to doing it, either, because the way he viewed things was easy and unfettered, utterly focused on the truth that he longed for.

“Come’on, Albedo,” you whined, tugging on his shirt edges towards the door, but he was inexplicably difficult to move. “You literally get no sunlight at all and people still wonder why your skin is so pale!”. At least your teasing didn’t go unnoticed, evident by how the man in question heaved a heavy sigh. How could he say no to his dear acquaintance? In moments you were cheering as Albedo picked up his coat from the hanger, and pushed his chair in.

“Keep tugging on my uniform and I’ll have to order another one.” You caught him rolling his eyes, but it was light and playful. “Don’t forget your gloves”.

“Yeah, yeah Mister Chalk Prince, now the sooner we get out, the sooner we’ll be back in time for dinner!” Dinner…? That was hours away!

“W-wait you never told me how long we would be out for!” Unfortunately for Albedo, his panicked complaints fell on deaf ears.

“No more excuses to crawl back into that dusty place once we’re out of here!”

“Hmm…” you stare up at the azure skies, lying on the ground with your hands behind your head. “I think those clouds look a bit like seafoam.” Albedo watches as the wind blows them into motion, like a heavenly carousel. “What do you think?”

“It’s stratocumulus.”

“What?”

“You asked me what I thought this cloud was, no?” The sudden realization hits you a few moments too late.

“No, not like that you dummy!” Really, imagine calling the Albedo Kreideprinz a “dummy”. “I meant what the shape resembled!” Well, normally he’d feel offended, but the way you said it so adoringly didn’t sound half bad in his ears. Maybe you were right, it would be nice to spend some more time with his…assistant.

Over time, your presence began to rub off on him and it started to show through in his paintings as well. Maybe his brush found itself toning the colors of a rose just a few shades brighter or making the corners of your delicate smile upon a cecelia field just a little bit wider, but Albedo couldn’t help it! He learned to see the beauty of the world through you, and one day, the alchemist wakes up and finally understands that the bittersweet feeling left in his heart at the failure of his endless pursuit for truth each and every time could only be softened by learning to slow down and appreciate the city anew. With you by his side, every glancing moment managed to make its way onto a canvas, no matter if it was a small sketch into the margins of his papers, or a large festival folding screen.

“See? I told you going outside can do wonders for one’s mood”. Albedo doesn’t deny you anymore this time, after all, he was a man of science, and the conclusion was blatantly obvious even to you. Still, you had to find a way to pay those property damage bills caused by a mysterious substance in Albedo’s lab over brewing.

After that incident, the Chief Alchemist wasn’t as adverse to you leading him outside, and him following along, just so long as he turned off the stove in time. Instead, it became a sort of habit to await your guiding hands on planned afternoons so that you no longer had to waste the time to get him out the door. And Albedo supposes that he does enjoy this, being with you and immersing his soul into the world that once only felt like reins restraining him from the truth. But with you, that truth became closer than ever.

“Albedo!” As you turn the corner and pass through the door to his office, you’re shocked into a half-mouthed gape upon the sight that he already had his coat on, ready to step out the very door you were about to pass through.

“You’re just on time.”

“H-huh? What’s this?” You remarked. “No explanation for the sudden eagerness?” But there’s no adversity in your voice because you were simply glad that he finally seemed to warm up to the idea of taking time off with you.

“There’s no explanation needed to spend some time with a companion,” he responds, before grabbing your own hand in his. But you’re too far gone to even register that he just held your hand.

A companion– Albedo just called you his friend– and you wouldn’t settle for anything less. There’s a feeling of acceptance that blossoms in your chest, and a heat rises up to your face at that title. Just something about the idea of being acknowledged by someone you’ve looked up to for so long was fulfilling, in a way that you couldn’t even explain!

“Are you feeling alright?” In the next moment, you’re thrown back into reality and Albedo turns back around to look at you, leaning in closer and closer, before you’re practically a hair’s breadth away from each other. And right as you think you’re about to combust from the proximity, he pauses before placing a hand on your forehead. “Average human temperature.” Using your unoccupied hand, you gently push his chest away out of instinct.

“Hah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Alright then.” He stops for a moment to take in your appearance. Your form is utterly ethereal upon a backdrop of Mondstadt’s winter snow, and he comes to an epiphany as well. There’s a reason why all his recent portraits and doodles have been of you lately. Was it because he just couldn’t capture your awe-inspiring features on a single canvas alone, or because it gave him joy to keep a little piece of you with him wherever he went?

Wait, what was that? Albedo feeling joy? Well, he’d be damned. Never in all his years of living had he ever felt the sheer elation that he does now with you, but it came so naturally that Albedo feels you should’ve been with him all along; you’re what makes someone like him even more perfect. And oh! He thinks he might be in love.

In the end, the second lesson you gave Albedo came unintentionally, but the two of you both learned from it.

There are days when Albedo might feel clueless, as intelligent as he is, and there are days when he’s utterly lost and confused. Like right now, where he’s pacing at your front door with a bouquet of Cecelias that he took the time out of his day to pick off of Starsnatch Cliff himself. There’s an inkling of doubt still in him, and the Chief Alchemist feels like shrinking away and chickening out before you could open the door to see him as he is- so earnest- and knowing you, you would see right through him.

“Don’t fret on it too much, Master Albedo!” Sucrose cheers him up as she and Klee help him map out what your supposed “date” would be like.

“Klee thinks big brother Albedo is the best person anyone could ever ask for!” The little girl holds her head just above the edge of the table to take a peek at the plans, before Sucrose lifts her up onto a chair.

But he steels himself, knowing that even if you didn’t like him back, at least you would still be friends, right? Albedo inwardly groans at the fact that he’s been waiting at your house for so long it’s impossible to turn back now and throw off the fancy clothes the other Knights of Favonius recommended in exchange for something more casual. If that doesn’t make it worse, what would he do about the embarrassingly large gathering of flowers in his hands then? Albedo’s sure that he’s caused a commotion in the city after walking through its square like this. Certainly, the talk of the town would now be about how the “Silent and normally reserved Kreideprinz was seen so vulnerable like this- potentially waiting for his special someone?”

It takes everything within him to finally knock on your door, and when you answer, all that he’s prepared to say and tell you is gone in an instant. The words you’re saying to him go in one ear and leave through the other. Even if you’re only dressed in a simple set of night clothes, There’s nothing more stunning than the sight before him. In a rush, Albedo doesn’t even hesitate, before dropping the pile of cecelias into your arms, before making a run for it. Luckily, you shift the flowers into one hand before using the other to grab onto his arm.

“Albedo???” He finds he funny how you still question him even though it is so obvious what he was trying to do. Still, he keeps his head low. “There’s something you have to tell me, isn’t there.” He hates how there’s a suggestive tone to your words. Of course, you knew what he wanted to say. Yet you still wait for him, standing there holding Albedo’s hand in yours, the two of you on opposing sides of the doorstep. Ah, how does he even start?

“Listen uh-” he pretends to cough and clear his throat. “Ever since the first time we met…”. No, that sounded too sappy. “Uh, the second you took my hands in yours, I was so happy that I instantly knew we were meant to be”.

“Aw, I love you too, Albedo!” Ignoring the absolute cringefest that just found its way out of his mouth, you placed the flowers down on a countertop and embraced him. The only thing he could do now was sigh. Gods, Sucrose and Klee are going to have fun laughing at his misery later.

Still, the whole way home, there are only two things on his mind: you and the truth. The truth that he’s already formulating into sentences in his mind for his master because Albedo finally understands his purpose in this world. His meaning was to love. It’s the greatest thing he’s ever felt, and there’s nothing like the pride that flows out of his being now when he’s holding your hand again, but this time with the sweet remnants of your lips on his.

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