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diz-eaze · 2 months ago

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love is not over (come back into my arms)

; yandere albedo, modern au, yearnerbedo realness, not proofread i wrote this in one go </3, word vomit, female (y/n), it's sweet before it turns toxic, manipulation.

it's a fact that not many people know, but albedo has a long, extensive history with you that can be traced back to the time the two of you wore diapers to sleep. the first friend either of you made were each other, a result of your moms being part of the same sorority back in college. whereas he was all magnifying glasses and bug taxidermy, you were sparkly tutus and playing house with dolls.

that is to say, he grew up with you, and you grew up with him.

still, an intersection happens somewhere. despite your avoidance of his taxidermied bug collection, you still reluctantly allowed some of them ("only the pretty ones, like butterflies!") to join in on your doll sessions. in turn, he allowed you to tinker and mess with his science equipment lying around whenever you came over to visit.

one time, during his sixth birthday, you gifted him a lab coat alongside a male doll. when questioned on the unexpected toy, you flashed him a smile (a crooked one, with two front teeth missing) and told him that he himself can finally join you when playing house, as the dolls' father.

if his memory serves correctly, that occasion marked the first time he had ever visibly smiled at you. even now, at present day, that male doll you gifted him is still settled nicely inside its packaging box, rarely ever touched. he never really had the thought to throw it out.

but childhood is not eternal. several years later, you would eventually put down your cute, small dolls in favor of picking up makeup and dipping into the world of fashion. gone were the days when you'd drag him outside into the local park, pleading with him to just put down his biochemistry textbook for at least ten minutes. it's all exchanged with days spent inside your room, with you spending the entire afternoon trying to perfect your eyeliner while he does his homework.

eventually, you stopped hanging out with him altogether. you found other friends who had the same interests as you. the drift apart was gradual, but still felt.

you changed so much in a short amount of time while albedo stayed the same, stagnant as ever. you are the waves crashing into the rocks ashore, and albedo is the calm, serene pond.

your severance with him posed the question within his mind: how does one mourn the loss of a dear connection, the considered other half of his soul?

an answer from him never came, for he chose to cope by burying himself even further into his studies. he stopped studying in his room, because there were pieces of you left behind. each with sentimental memories entwined within. the star-shaped hairclips, beaded bracelets, doll clothing, and the very first fashion magazine you ever owned - one which he bought with his own allowance... to throw it all away would mean to rip his own heart out.

so he settles with the local library, and when he entered uni, the campus library. and he lets the memories of you fester in his head like some untreated wound.

nowadays, you pass by him inside the university buildings like he's nothing more than a stranger to you. he dares not admit it, but it stings more than he'd like.

rekindling comes in the form of a coincidental subway meeting.

it's winter break, a time for students to come back to their hometown and family. dressed in multiple layers of clothing and a thick, blue scarf to nuzzle into, albedo steps onto the platform to wait for the train to arrive. his earbuds are placed into his ears, already pulling up spotify.

but the flash of your favorite color in his peripheral vision causes his thumb to remain hovering over the green icon. his breath hitches, and he resists the urge to look. it's just a trick of his mind. sure, you two may be from the same city, but he's sure you already went home hours before him. he would know, because he lingered outside your dorm room for a few minutes before he left for the train station.

it's just a trick of his mind, a byproduct of you having permanent residence inside his head for years now.

it's just a trick of his-

"oh... albedo," your soft acknowledgement comes behind him, causing him to whip his head in record speed to face you.

out of all the things he expected today, he didn't expect to speak to you after so many years. still, he gulps, and greets you in turn.

"(y/n),".

you nod and don't say anything more after. instead, you walk up to be beside him and pull out your own headphones. but he can't leave it here just like that, he absolutely can't.

"how has auntie been?" he questions, subtly pulling up his blue scarf to hide the lower half of his face, no doubt already red, and it's not because of the freezing air. he faces ahead, staring into the empty railroads.

you flinch, as if personally scalded by his inquiry.

"she's been fine," you begin, putting your headphones back into your bag. "been pestering me about relationships, so that means she's more than doing okay."

your lighthearted jab causes him to let out a huff of amusement, which causes your attention. you turn to face him, the action makes his heart spike. your left hand plays with the hem of your cardigan, a telltale sign of you becoming anxious.

"what... what about you? how have you been?"

"you're not going to ask about my mother?" albedo tilts his head in confusion, yet it doesn't stop the hope blooming in his chest. the tips of his ears burn brighter.

"no," your reply is rushed out, "i don't need to, i speak to auntie rhine over the phone regularly. so.... that just leaves you."

a second of silence overcomes both of you.

"i've... been doing okay," a huge lie. he even brought some of your old things with him the day he moved into the dorms because some days, he misses you more than life itself.

then, with his thundering heart, he takes the risk to add on, "...i just miss you, i suppose, that's all."

the moment the words leave his lips, he homes in on the way your face twists into one of pain, as if addressing the plague between your former friendship with him puts you under torture. you take a step back, as if preparing to run away, but you don't. instead, you take deep, steady breaths as if to calm your nerves down.

albedo has to physically stop his hand from reaching out to comfort you. then, out of nowhere, the dam breaks.

"i'm really sorry, albedo," you bow a perfect 90 degrees, causing the dangling accessories in your winter outfit to chime. "i know i must have hurt you... a lot. by the time i realized my mistake, i- i was in too deep...! too much of an absolute wuss to do anything... so i just, ignored you, like some- some bitch!"

the admittance of your wrongdoings is nothing in comparison to the stinging pain in his chest when he sees clear droplets falling to the ground. crying - you're crying. because of him.

wasting not a single second, albedo rushes in to engulf you in a hug. it's been years since he last hugged you, so the feeling of your body is now unfamiliar to him, an objective he must remedy as soon as possible.

the train arrives, but neither of you make any move to part from each other. a delay will end up costing hours of time wasted before another one arrives, yet albedo hardly finds it to be a problem when he'll be spending the entire time in your company.

and suddenly, he can't even remember the reason why you two ever stopped being friends in the first place.

his grip on your shoulders tightens, and he burrows his face into the crook of your neck to hide the curve of his lips.

"it's okay," he murmurs, muffled, still smiling unbeknownst to you, "i forgive you, let's just go back to the way it was before."

you sniffle, nodding your head again and again, "yeah, let's."

it's as if he's been transported back in time, where the only world he knew consisted of you and him, with your parents being the supporting characters.

the winter frostbite has nothing on the warmth you provide to him.

just like old times, has become a phrase that albedo heavily favors recently.

when you need to study, he'll offer to study together in his or your dorm room. should you feel the need to visit the cafe, albedo will tag along, y'know, for old time's sake. in the early mornings, while you're getting ready, albedo will come knocking on your door to watch you do your makeup.

just like old times.

these days, though, you slowly let him do more and more of your makeup routine, even surprised at the skill level he possesses. it's nearly impossible for him to be a first-timer at this, so while doing your eyeshadow, you take the opportunity to tease him.

"you're skilled at this, 'bedo," he merely hums at your comment, moving with precision only expected of a lab nerd like him, "you must have had a girlfriend these past few years because of that, huh?"

he stills at that.

from above, teal-tinted eyes bore into your own. he blinks. then, a huff of amusement.

"no, don't think of nonsense like that," albedo chides you, teasingly flicking your forehead, causing you to yelp.

you whine out in response, "it's not nonsense!"

"it is."

this banter... it feels like home. it's akin to a warm blanket enclosing around your figure with a kiss goodnight on the forehead.

albedo, in his entirety, is home himself.

and rekindling your friendship with him feels like opening the door to your home after a treacherous journey from the mountains.

this time, you tell yourself, you won't let your friendship with him fade into obscurity once more. you'll do anything it takes.

anything.

"is this the guy?" you jerk your phone to show him your screen, waiting for confirmation. briefly, albedo looks up from his lab assignment to view the Instagram profile presented. he returns his attention back to his lab assignment.

"yes, block him. he's bad news,"

"why?" you prod, not an accusation, but one of curiosity. because you do block him, you trust albedo's judgement more than anyone else in the world, after all.

"i heard he goes around hitting on freshman students, you know, a super senior," he shrugs, eyes honing in on his microscope's lenses.

you let out a giggle at that, not expecting albedo, of all people, to say the term super senior. "got it, boss." you mock salute.

"if there's any more creeps following my insta, just tell me, okay?"

"oh, i will," he voices with conviction.

a few days later, the guy albedo made you block confronts you after lecture. you tell him upfront that he's a creep preying on freshman students. instead of the embarrassment or guilt you envisioned he'd have, all you see is befuddlement.

he tells you that you got it all wrong.

you frown, turning around and walking forward without sparing him a single glance.

just who does he think he is, trying to tell you otherwise? bah, the audacity of seniors like him.

"we're all going to the newly opened cafe next week, right? right?" mualani asks around for confirmation, and is met with a chorus of agreements.

you, in particular, raise your hand in agreement, "i am!"

before mualani could audibly cheer, rosaria butts in.

"yeah, and bring your prissy boyfriend again, sure," she snarks out, filing her sharp nails. at that, you tilt your head in confusion, blinking.

"what? 'bedo's not my boyfriend," you counter, leaning back into the bean bag.

"and the sky is green, very funny." rosaria rolls her eyes, sarcasm rolling off her in waves. you start to get annoyed.

"i'm not kidding! he really isn't, we're just good friends, that's all." you insist, looking at amber next to you for emotional support. yet she looks lost at what's brewing in front of her.

at that, rosaria's spiteful expression drops into one of.... you can't really put into words. she lowers her nail filer down, eyes narrowing.

"are you sure? because we saw him shoving his tongue down your throat when the cab door was closing when he came to pick you up from the club last week."

it's your turn to be confused - outright baffled, even. what does she mean by that? the thought itself just seems so outlandish to you.

"yes, rosa... i'm quite sure." you frown, racking your brain for any possible answers as to what exactly they saw, because there's no recollection of anything similar of that vein in your memories. "maybe it's just someone similar to me?"

"wow, so he's going around kissing girls who look eerily similar to you? not helping at all, chief," chiori chimes in while sewing a top. "no, but seriously, we know what we saw, (y/n). that girl is definitely you."

"forreal," even xilonen agrees in despite napping a few seconds ago. "i don't think there's anyone else in the word who carries around that obscure dating sim character keychain that's always dangling on your phone."

your previous irritation melts into confusion. because this many friends of yours agreeing that they saw you making out with albedo is no mistake on their part. did you accidentally come onto him last week?

you'll talk to him about it later.

when you confront albedo about it a few hours later, you're instead questioned by him.

"well, do you believe them? your friends, i mean,"

you blink, hesitating, "uhm, i don't know."

"your hesitation is considered one of agreement. i see, you're doubting me." his unexpected icy words, causing you to widen your eyes, stumbling over words.

"w- what? no! i would never doubt you, 'bedo! I'm just wondering if it really happened, that's all!" you flail your arms around, hoping that he won't take great offense to your words.

"then allow me to ask you again; do you believe them?" he questions once more, eyes boring into the sweat forming on the surface of your skin. "answer me with full honesty, (y/n)."

frowning, your gaze sweeps down to the ground, "...no. not at all, albedo. i promise you."

he hums then, and moves to stand up from your bed, "i know, (y/n). i know."

albedo looks behind him as he opens your room's door, he gives you a small smile. "i know you wouldn't betray me, because you're atoning for your sins right now, isn't that right? you left me before once, and you're on the path of redemption, right?"

he's waiting for you to agree, you realize.

"...yeah."

"it makes me really happy to see you put so much effort into our friendship, (y/n). it's just like old times."

the door promptly closes.

you're left alone with your thoughts.

albedo's right.

you wronged him once, you can't wrong him again just because of the prejudiced beliefs people hold over him. you know albedo, and he's not the villain your friends make him out to be.

he's simply not the type to act like that.

you get into a fight with your friends the following week. it ends in a rift between you and them, and you promptly ignore their chats to remedy things.

but it's okay, because albedo's there to listen to you rant about people whom you previously thought to be your friends.

at least you still have him, despite the great mistake of leaving him on your part.

you suppose that it all comes down to the two of you in the end.

in albedo's own dorm room shelf lies a male and female doll in their respective box packaging. they both look like they've seen better days, but the weary appearance they sport is only a sign that they were deeply loved at one point.

you own the female doll, and gave him the male one.

tl;dr you lowkey abandon your childhood friend when puberty hit which caused him to have abandonment issues that comes to bite you in the ass when you rebuild your friendship with him. moral lesson: never look back on the friends you abandoned bc they might be in love with you and plotting how to take you back all this time :) /j

#outro's interlude <3 #surprise albedo drabble today bc i got hit with the mood to write him #albedo is da bus driver all of a sudden #yandere albedo #tw yandere #yandere #male yandere #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #albedo x reader

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