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– to fall for the sun.

pairing: albedo x gn!reader

premise: albedo was not a poet, but for you, he could try to become one.

– warnings: fluff, yearner albedo, he sucks at poetry (he's trying his best), poor attempts in making poetry at the end

– author’s notes: this is a remake of my old albedo fic but instead of angst, its fluff so yippie!! art credits goes to @.Jotto75 on twitter. thank you to @lowkeyren for proofreading and creating the title <3 | ~1.4k words.

“mr. albedo, are you alright?” sucrose, his assistant, asked. worry etched in her eyes as she watches her mentor’s hunched figure throw away another crumpled piece of paper. 

“yes, yes, i’m quite alright. please don’t mind me.”

but albedo was anything but alright. he pushed his messy hair back with his hand and let out a tired sigh. albedo had ultimately underestimated your talent in making poetry–he had always assumed you just wrote whatever you felt on paper–no need for fancy words or metaphors. yet here he was, on the third day in a row, filling the small trash bin in his office with poorly written declarations of love.

albedo wonders how you do it. you, a traveler from fontaine, coming to visit mondstadt to explore the nation’s ballads and poetry, had easily captured the hearts of many by just walking down the cobblestone paths that lead inside its walls. you with your charming presence, felt like a character from an inazuman fairytale, had even captured the bard in green. but more than that, you had captured his attention—maybe even his heart—by simply existing.

with one glance you had enamored his chalky heart. suddenly, the paint brushes that were in his hand itched to be used on a blank canvas to paint your portrait, wanting to forever remember the smile that glowed under the afternoon sun. albedo could’ve sworn he saw fresh cecilias beneath your feet with every step you took inside the city. 

in one glance, you flashed him a knowing smile and gave him a bow. 

venti played his lyre and before the chalk prince knew, he was tugged into a dance near the city’s fountain. everyone laughed and danced and sang, but all albedo could see was the way you sat by the bard, a quill in your hand and a piece of parchment on the other. you cleared your throat, capturing everyone’s attention and started reciting your magnum opus.

albedo didn’t quite understand most of its content–a real shame he thinks–but there was one line that made his mind tick in interest.

“why does icarus continue to fly despite his impending doom?”

he was not a poet by any means, he was a researcher, a slave to finding the truth, but he found the mystery behind your words worth uncovering. 

so for the next few days you stayed in mondstadt, albedo had asked for your time to ask you questions. the two of you spent your time in dragonspine in his lab. he asked about your inspirations as you chatter about your love for words and asked him in return on why he paints. albedo concluded after your time together that you were simply born with poetry running through your veins and pumping metaphors and analogies to your beating heart. there was no sense of logic in your being–it wasn’t a bad thing, emotions seemed to transcend all logic to begin with–and he found that incredibly charming.

which leads to his predicament now: inside his office, trying to rack his brain on a verse that would evoke the same feeling you showed him when you first met.

he loved your poetic mind, the calluses from pens on your fingers, your ink-stained blouses and hands, the love letters hidden under the guise of friendly affections—he loved you. but he didn’t know how to showcase it. relationships were troublesome–hard to maintain. but he wanted to try. he didn’t fall in love easily–he didn’t even know he was capable of falling in love–but he felt his growing yearning for you deep in his chalk stained bones. for once in his life, albedo wanted his fixation and interest in you to last a lifetime, afraid of the lingering bittersweet sensation that you would leave him.

with one last sigh, he picked up his sketchbook and left his office. a change of pace would surely inspire him, he tried to convince himself, but not even a few steps later, he sees you by the entrance of the knight’s headquarters. and like the first time, you flashed him a smile with those eyes and his mind went blank. you tug at his hand–his heart–ever so gently, urging him to have a picnic with you under the afternoon sun.

“you seem to really love using icarus in your poems.” albedo randomly mentioned, taking a bite of the adventurer’s sandwich you bought. you only hum and continue to write in your journal. against his better judgment, albedo leaned into your space, trying to take a peek of your newest piece, but you quickly shut the journal and stuck your tongue at him.

“peeking is rather rude y’know?” you jest and his chuckle ringed out. 

“pardon my rudeness,” he said. “i was simply curious.”

albedo was sure there was something swimming in his chest–fondness, most probably–as you flash him a knowing smile. you take out something from your bag, a crown made out of cecilias and windwheel asters, and place it on the crown of his head, leaving him with a quiet but undeniable joy that he couldn’t quite name.

“i see myself as icarus, that’s my answer.”

“how so?” he asked, mindlessly flipped through his sketchbook and felt a growing smile tug at his lips when he saw your handwriting in the corners of a few pages. 

you don’t answer–you never do– but albedo never minded. he liked it whenever you left him guessing. for the rest of the afternoon, you both spend your time in each other’s presence as you eat your food. you talked about the new book lisa had given you to read in your spare time and he asked you what colors he should use on his next painting. “yellow because they remind me of you.” would always be your reply and he’d comply.

by the time he waved you goodbye and sat back down in his office, there was another letter pressed in his sketchbook. he could already feel his heart racing as he reached for it.

“to my dearest, albedo

you seem to really ponder over the last verse of my poem when i first arrived in mondstatd. i must say, i feel honored that i made your mind tick with curiosity. i found myself gravitating towards your presence more and more after you asked me if i could be the subject of your painting. that was the first time i’ve ever been the muse to someone’s creation. it sent my heart into a giddy fit you know. you are no poet, as i am no painter; i cannot paint the image i have of you on a canvas, but i can put my affections into words. after all, the verse ‘why does icarus continue to fly despite his impending doom.’ was always meant for you—to capture your attention.”

albedo sat down on his chair, a gloved covering half of his face to hide the pathetically infatuated smile on his face. he took out the second letter from the envelope, bracing his heart to whatever emotion you would stir inside him.

“like icarus, i found myself

flying straight into the pools of his eyes

with my wings made of wax, 

i soared straight into his guarded heart

and let his burning affections scorch me and melt my wings.

then i fell—or so i thought

my body did not meet the ground harshly,

for he caught me,

in all the gentleness known to mankind, 

he treated my scorched skin with care.

i was icarus and he is my sun,

with gold and glitter in all his glory.

why does icarus continue to fly, despite his impending doom?

icarus is a fool in love.

because the sun is icarus’s love.

in every lifetime, he will always choose to fall,

loving him despite it being too hot, too close.

icarus is a fool in love, for without the sun,

he would have no reason to live.

why would icarus fly if he had no sun to fly to?”

albedo’s eyes traced over the last line of your poem, his heart rattling with uncharacteristic tenderness and a gentle ache. your words had breathed life to the emotions he never knew he was capable of feeling.

he looked down on his sketchbook, then out the window to gaze at the setting sun. the warmth reminding him of your love for icarus—him. he was no poet, but for you, he could perhaps become one.

with careful hands like you described in your poem, he folded the parchment and placed it gently into his sketchbook, right beside the finished sketch of you under the afternoon sun, cecilias blooming right under your feet. a small smile tugged at his lips as he picked up his pencil.

for the first time in a long while, albedo finally understood what it meant to be inspired.

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

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thinking about a spider-man au with childe

you’ve had a crush on ajax basically since the first day of college. he’s funny and witty, surprisingly smart for his jock aesthetic and -let’s face it- very hot. all of which is contrasted by the way he fumbles through a conversation with you, an air of clumsy yet innocent charm about him.

and then you’re walking home late at night. an arguably questionable decision that ends with you coming face to face with a criminal you’ve seen on tv before. but just as you’re contemplating your options, your heart leaping out of your chest, you’re being swooped up and into the strong chest of the uprising hero people have been whispering about in the hallways.

all of a sudden, high above the city skyline, your heart is pounding for a whole other reason as the guy tries calming you down. he sets you down not far from your apartment and you thank him profusely, to which he merely assures you not to worry about it.

as you fall into bed that night, you can’t stop thinking about the way his muscles moved beneath you, how melodic and familiar his voice was. when you try to imagine what he looks like underneath the mask, somehow blue eyes and ginger hair come to mind but you shake it off as your brain conflating your college and celebrity crush.

meanwhile, ajax is sitting on the edge of a building, dragging a hand down his face as he tries to regulate his heartbeat. going over his conversation with you again, he mentally kicks himself for basically anything and everything he said. seriously, would he ever not fumble while talking to you?

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"are you crying?" little 10 year old al-haitham says, in a bored voice. it's clear that he's just asking for the sake of asking – of checking up on you, the little boy is so ready to dive back into his books.

"n-no! i'm not... i promise."

"okay then. i'll go back to my books."

he feels the guilt pooling at the bottom of his stomach – there is something that feels innately wrong, leaving you on the playroom floor with a probably still-bleeding scratch – but he takes your words at face value.

you're fine.

"are you crying?" a much older al-haitham lifts your chin up by his thumb – your glassy tear-streaked face betrayed by the salty tears running down with their own will.

he thumbs your tears away with such gentleness that makes you think that he's making up for all the times little al-haitham had been so callous about your little self's tears.

"no! i'm not... i promise."

"you do realise that it's alright to cry?" your lover sighs, grabbing a tissue and dabbing the glistening tears away.

"uh-huh."

you're not fine – you love to say that you are, anyways. it's easier to brush the lamentable sadness away when your smile feels easier to put on.

"you can stop lying now, you know."

"i'm not crying!"

al-haitham just shakes his head and gathers you in his arms, placing a sweet kiss to your forehead; a subtle nod to a fate well learnt. you will always say that you're fine, crumbling to pieces . . . but don't worry. he'll always be there to help put you back together.

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Albedo doodles ✨🙏

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@pxriss___ on X

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aether (one of the) main character(s) in hit game genshin impact hits on you.

thank u sm for beta reading @mitsies i love u and your silly comments and insightful suggestions on googledocs, wc 700, NO ONE IS ACTUALLY DEAD

“Holy—Archons!”

Anyone would be surprised if a body materialized from thin air right in front of you, lifeless like a doll. You stare at the body, thoughts racing as fast as your heartbeat, and all the while, the man with sun threads as hair lay eerily still on the ground, eyes fluttered shut.

The man is terrifyingly beautiful, like a fallen star. A limp and unmoving fallen star, that is. Your jaw extends to the ground, terrified and—mystified? Immediately, your instincts scream at you to perform emergency measures, but—

A pixie comes barreling in from somewhere, tears running down her cheeks as she zeroes in on the presumably dead body.

“Was he your friend?” you ask quietly, mourning on her behalf. Were they siblings? The way she’s slapping his face around seems so.

“He’s not dead!” the little pixie exclaims, sniffling and shaking the apparently not-dead body.

You stare at her, perplexed. “Then why are you crying?”

“Because Paimon had to go through that trial challenge alone!”

“The what?”

Paimon huffs, slamming her tiny fists on the man’s bare waist. It seems to not even have left a mark on his skin. “You wake him up. Paimon’s upset at him.”

It’s hard to say no when tears are rolling down her face. Obediently, you poke around the man’s shut eyes, and it snaps open.

You flinch back. He blinks blearily.

“Are you okay?” You study his face, looking for any signs of a newly born zombie, but his face looks flushed and as healthy as any living human being. His eyes are bright and gold as they stare back at you.

“I’m in heaven,” he says. “Celestia has done it. I’m seeing angels, and I’m in heaven.”

Angels? Celestia?

Paimon tackles his face, shaking his shoulders and crying. “You’re not dead, dummy! How dare you leave Paimon in Dragonspine! All alone, Aether!”

“Oh,” Aether says, sounding almost disappointed. “Then…?”

“You’re not dead,” you agree with Paimon, because evidence lies before you despite the initial fright. However, his comment about angels has you a little flustered. “Um, what happened?”

“Ah,” Aether laughs sheepishly, rubbing the nape of his neck. “I failed the trial, and it respawned me back here. Which is weird—I haven’t been in Bubu Pharmacy for ages!”

“I’m sorry?”

Aether jumps to his feet, startling you enough to fall on your ass. He grins down at you and offers a hand. “At least I got to meet you,” he says, pulling you up from the grass. You stumble from his strength; he catches you easily, and you bump against his chest. “Or—not meet you yet. What’s your name?”

You can’t believe the previously perished fallen star is now hitting on you. “I’m… Y/N.”

“Y/N,” he repeats, smiling broadly. “I’ll remember that.”

You hope that your face doesn’t betray the warmth you feel fluttering under your skin.

Aether sighs, casting a glance at the ground he was previously lying on. “Sorry you had to see that. That was probably very disturbing and decidedly not flattering for me.”

You can’t help but laugh. Aether beams. “Does that happen often?”

“When I get a little rusty, yeah.” He tilts his head, looking at you up and down, then around your surroundings. “Do you work here? I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Just recently.” You gesture vaguely to the side, feeling a little shy. “If you don’t see me hanging around, it’s probably because I’m always loitering the docks to watch out for exhausted tourists.”

Aether’s smile turns sly. “Nurse me back to health, would you?”

But then Paimon starts tugging on his ear and away from you, a relief for your racing heart. “Enough flirting! You can come back here after you unlock that precious chest!”

“Ow, ow, okay,” Aether laughs, hesitating, before letting you slip from his hold. He takes a few steps back, his smile as blinding as stars seconds away from exploding. “The docks, right? I’ll see you soon!”

By 'soon,' you hope he doesn't mean he'll attempt to die again immediately, but you figure you'll find out eventually. You glance around to see if anyone is watching, then decide to take a stroll around the docks for reasons no one should know.

i cant believe mitzi's first aether fic is THIS i feel so ashamed lmfao, but TY FOR READING!!!!! <3

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Sigewinne teaches a cosmetics class

and I want her to test things on Wrio

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I'm crying, they're so silly

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ꕤ 50. i think i ruined your PJs (ღ)

tw: none! :') / wc: 1.7k

you stare at your phonescreen, watching it vibrate on the kitchen counter. your hands sweat, and your heart races, as you hesitate to answer his call, contemplating about what to say.

a door slams and thoma appears in front of you in an instant. paper bags of fast food left on the dining table. "what are you doing?" he says, eyeing the phone before staring back at you. "answer it al—"

the phone stops ringing, ayato's caller ID disappears, and it returns to your lock screen. the panic you feel is indescribable, and you defeatedly think of calling him back and saying sorry for being unable to answer his call the first time.

ayaka lets out a pained groan. "you both are absolutely impossible! why didn't you answer it?!"

"i was nervous! i don't know what to say—"

"just answer it already!" thoma exclaims with a frustrated expression similar to ayaka's.

you wanted to pull your hair. why can't you just woman up and answer it?! you grab your phone off the counter, irritated at yourself, as you snap back at thoma.

"well, i can't anymore. it stopped ringing!"

as if on cue, the phone lights up, vibrating in your hands as your heart drops once again at the sight of ayato's caller ID. thoma audibly gasps and hurriedly rounds the kitchen counter to grab your shoulders. "answer it! now!"

"alright!" you push his hands away before clearing your throat, trying to level your voice so he won't find out that you were 100% freaking out at his sudden call.

"hello?" you speak into the phone. after a few seconds, when no one answers, you hesitantly say. "…ayato?"

no one is speaking on the other end, you can't even detect faint breathing. you pull the phone away from your ear, checking to see if the call is still ongoing, and the increasing seconds displayed on your lock screen confirm that it is. why isn't he speaking? should i not have answered?

faintly, you hear thoma and ayaka's enthusiastic "what's he saying?" behind you, but you stay silent, waiting for him. you open your mouth, wanting to address the person on the other line once again, when—

"hey."

his voice sounds defeated as if he's been crying for hours. you knew he wasn't in a good state right now from the voice alone.

your cheeks heat up, and you grip the phone harder. "hey," you answer stupidly, dazed and running on autopilot as you space out. every fiber and molecule of your being on edge as you give ayato your full attention.

you bite your lips, wanting to say a certain something to him after going weeks and weeks of not speaking to him. however, you held yourself back.

"i was thinking," ayato starts. "maybe you'd like to talk? you know… about everything?"

a small smile appears on your face, and you unconsciously nod even if he won't see you.

"i'd love to."

—

"are you really sure you guys don't wanna come up with me?" you ask ayaka, who sits behind the wheel in her white lexus and thoma in the back seat. you three are at the parking lot of the hotel ayato told you where he was staying.

he initially asked where you were so he could come to you, but after thorough persuasion, he relented on you going to him instead.

ayaka takes off her seat belt. "we're sure. he only asked to see you."

"just update us about how he's been. we'll wait for you here." thoma says.

you nod, stepping out of the car and walking toward the elevator. you met eyes with a woman at the front desk. she bows to you, a customer-service smile on her face, as she approaches you. ayato says he'd ring the front desk, so you can just come straight to his suite. the woman follows you to the elevator and taps the key card into a scanner before pressing a certain floor. whether or not she recognizes you, she doesn't say nor make it noticeable as she turns her heel back to the front desk.

you chew on your bottom lip, emotions running at an all-time high. you don't even notice the popping sensation in your ears as the floors get higher, your mind preoccupied with what you'll say to him, how you'll act. after all, the last proper conversation you had with him was back at their hospital's VIP room—which is weeks ago, give or take, and it did not even end well.

the elevator dings! and the doors open, sealing your fate.

there were only three rooms on this floor, and ayato instructed you to make two lefts to get to his room at the end of the hallway. the carpet is spotless, and your dirty white sneakers look so out of place as you make your way to his suite. just as you raise your hand to ring the doorbell, the door swings open, and there stands before you in all his glory—

"ayato," you say, dumbstruck. you don't notice how he is in mismatched silk pajamas, nor how a few of his hair stands on weird angles; you see his already pale skin that looks paler than usual and the bags under his tired eyes.

"yn—hey," he says, just as dazed as you. as if he can't believe you're actually standing before him right now. "uhm, come in."

the first thing you see is the thick white curtains hiding the floor-to-ceiling windows, blocking out the skies' magnificent orange and yellow hues as the sun has begun to set. the suite looked much like any other hotel room, only it looked fancier and more luxurious with its white marble accents paired with wooden furniture. the living room is well-lit, and from where you're standing, the sliding door to the bedroom is open, allowing you a slight peak.

you see a leather bag open on the lamp desk, chargers, and other necessities placed haphazardly around it. one of his carry-on is sprawled open on the floor behind the bed, while the rest is zipped shut at the far corner of the room, looking untouched.

"so—"

"yn—"

you both speak at the same time. he meets your eyes sheepishly, letting out a small laugh, a hand rubbing the nape of his neck sheepishly. "ladies first," he insists, and you don't argue.

"when did you fly back? seems to me you've been here for a few days now," you say, looking around. "i thought for sure you were still in another country."

"oh, i flew back a day after the wedding."

you nodded understandingly.

silence surrounds you both until ayato breaks it.

"would you like anything to drink or eat? i can order room service."

you smile, "a glass of water would be fine."

"alright, take a seat."

so you settle yourself on the plush sofa as he disappears in the kitchen for a few minutes before coming back to place your water on the low coffee table. you expected him to sit nearer to you, however he sits on the sofa across from you, and a frown tugs at your lips until you remember he's just being cautious. you guys did end on a bad note…

when your eyes meet, he shoots you a small smile as he nods. giving you the opportunity to speak first.

"well, i wanna start by saying i'm sorry," you interlace your fingers together on your lap. "for deceiving you. you definitely did not deserve that, i just got so scared—that i'd lose ayaka, and what your reaction would be if you found out… which you did, still."

ayato hums. "i understand your point, with ayaka. however i'm still quite hurt with our dates, as i did put my utmost time and effort into them," a solemn tone takes over his voice, and you can feel your heart breaking. "i would've accepted a proper rejection. i know how to respect a woman's decision."

"no." you answer in a heartbeat. "look, i know sabotaging our dates can possibly come off as me not reciprocating your feelings but that was just me making bad decisions."

ayato blinks, dumb founded. it takes time for him to properly start speaking. "i'm afraid i'm not following…?"

you sigh, not really knowing what to say—well, technically, you knew what to say, you just didn't know how.

well, might as well bite the bullet and blurt it out.

"i like you, ayato. i like you so much, even if i know i don't deserve you. because… because…" you didn't know you were crying, attention focused on the man in front of you to even notice the wetness of your cheeks.

your throat feels clogged up, and you choke on your words, unable to carry their weight. "i know how much i hurt you. i lied to you and didn't even stop to think about what you could've felt, i completely disregarded your efforts, and i was selfish. so i get it, when you told… told me that you shouldn't have liked me because i wouldn't… wouldn't like someone like me either —"

his scent engulfs you whole as he pulls you into an embrace. you feel a slight tremble in his hands as he firmly holds onto you, almost as if making it a confirmation if you truly were in between his arms. you break down in front of someone for the first time in weeks, your mind playing flashbacks of how you had to stifle your crying in the bathroom so ayaka won't hear.

it was as if a dam broke, and you couldn't stop your tears from cascading down your cheeks. you didn't know what you were crying about — you can't exactly pinpoint if it was because of this concrete fear of nearly losing ayato, of the harsh criticisms of the public, or you were just so overjoyed to be in his arms without having to worry about anyone or anything.

despite all the snot and tears you're probably getting on his expensive pajamas, ayato holds you tight, gently rocking you back and forth because he knew, he just knew, that his silent presence can comfort you more than his words at that exact moment.

after you have calmed down, resorting to small sniffles every now and then, did you decide to pull away. not completely, just enough to meet his gentle eyes. he smiles, tilting his head. "do you feel better?"

you nod slightly, shame suddenly washing over you.

"i'm sorry, i think i ruined your PJs."

"oh, these?" he shrugs his shoulder, laughing. "i have ten more sets of these, and you can cry on each and every single one of them if you want to."

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — the end lol jk

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yung kay albedo huy, HAHHAHWHAHAHAHA eme.

— FILIPINO HIGHSCHOOL SWEETHEARTS?! ♡

pairs: albedo, childe, heizou x reader (separate) notes: very cliche, taglish, fem!reader for heizou but i tried to make it so the others don't have a gender, can be seen as them being in junior high school or senior high school, not proofread, pure fluff ps. this is my first post, also i'm planning to make a pt. 2 of this so drop character suggestions!

# albedo as your matalinong seatmate na pogi

· yung nakaglasses na matalino na kaklase niyo na anak ng teacher tapos sobrang pogi omg andami nagkakacrush diyan pero walang lumalapit kasi study first daw siya · pero makapal mukha mo kaya nilapitan mo HHABAHSBSHSHS JOKE LANG nagkatabi lang kayo by chance nung inarrange na yung seats · medyo awkward nung first aray, nagkakausap lang kayo tuwing magpapalitan ng papel or tuwing may hindi siya makita sa board ganon · tapos ayon, nagevolve yung talks niyo about sa mga notes na di niya makita sa board to talking during discussions about sa topic, nagtutulungan na kayo · TAPOS OMG kalaunan nagtatanong siya sayo ng mga questions about sa topic kahit alam niya na para lang makausap ka · at first it was just curiousity, and then it turned into an interest to you tapos ayan na, wala na, hinang hina na siya HAHAHAHHAHA · and then kasi ang smooth smooth niya makakasingit siya ng mga tanong tungkol sayo like "what are your favourite hobbies? do you watch this series? what about games?" GANON omg kinikilig ako teka · tapos gagamitin niya yung mga in-common niyo as conversation starters after that, if wala naman kayo in-common SIYA NA MAGAADJUST · like may minention ka sa kanyang series na nagustuhan mo tapos over the weekend papanoorin niya yun para sayo para sa monday makausap ka niya about dun and then AHSJNEBSN KINIKILIG AKO

# childe as your friend that secretly likes you

· pure chance lang na nakapartner mo siya para sa cotillion nung grade 9, pero gago andaming nainggit sayo dahil dun 😭 sino ba naman hindi kasi, si childe na yan oh · hindi mo alam kung papaano mo siya i-aapproach at first kasi di mo naman siya gaano kilala kasi di kayo classmates · pero thankfully, siya na nagapproach sayo nung first day ng practice · ang daldal nito promise, ilang beses na siya napagalitan during practice kasi mas malakas pa boses niya sa choreographer HAHAHAJAB kung di siya magaling sumayaw siguro na kick-out na siya · LIKE?? ANG BILIS NIYA TALAGA NAPICK UP YUNG DANCE TAPOS SOBRANG ELEGANT NIYA PA SUMAYAW??? tapos ikaw andiyan lang. naapakan paa ni childe every step · pero okay lang naman daw !! tinatawanan ka nalang niya in a light-hearted way syempre · omg pero siya din nagguguide sayo tuwing sumasayaw kayo para madalian ka ng onti, AND HE DOES IT IN A WAY NA NAPAKAGENTLEMAN NIYA · LIKE lagi niyang tinatanong if comfortable ka ba na hinahawakan ka niya sa waist mo ganon and if okay lang ba yung pagguide niya sayo ): inaassure ka din niya na okay lang na tapakan mo paa niya kasi magaan ka lang naman daw · anyways ang galing niyo nung day na ng prom!! GWAPO NIYA SOBRA SIGURO NUNG PROM pero hindi mo na notice may pagtingin din siya sayo nung nagenter ka sa venue!! · after nung prom nagstay kayo as friends, and then during summer nagusap pa kayo ng mas madami over chat and mas naging close pa kayo · and then after summer nung next year na dun na kayo naging magkaclassmates kayo omg!! so now inseparable na talaga kayo, kung hindi kayo magkatabi pinapaalis niya yung katabi mo para lang magkatabi kayo · dinadaldal ka naman niya during discussions kaya pinapalipat din siya ulit 😭 · siya din yung friend mo na magpapatawa sayo if nagprepresent ka sa harap, papansin gago · pero papansin talaga siya promise omg, sayo nga lang siya nagpapapansin HAHABAHBSBEJW · like he'll do anything just to get your attention, recess na? sasama ka sa friends mo sa ibang section para kumain? wag na, sama ka nalang daw sa kanya libre ka pa daw niya · medyo seloso kahit hindi naman kayo HAHHAAHBSHEJ may kausap ka na ibang lalaki? aakbayan ka niyan tapos sasabihin niya lang sayo na nagseselos siya LIKE?? GAGO · pero ang lakas din nito magparinig sa socmed siguro, syempre lahat yung pagparinig niya about sayo pero ang manhid mo daw HAHAHAHHAH

# heizou as your admirer that's a year younger

· ang kapal ng mukha nito promise siya yung unang nagapproach sayo tapos yung unang message niya sayo PICK UP LINE 😭 mapapa-"????" ka nalang talaga · sarap hambalusin sa pader 'di mo alam kung may gusto ba talaga sa yo 'to or wala lang magawa sa buhay, napakapilosopo kasi pagkinakausap, pero in fairness at least funny siya HAHAHAHHA · tawag niya sa 'yo "ate" kaya dapat tawag mo din daw dapat sa kanya "baby" (tangina ano connect?? diba sarap hambalusin) · nagoffer siya sayo one time na tutulungan ka daw niya sa math assignment mo, eh gago isang year nga agwat niyo sa school · tapos mga 2 days after that nagoffer ulit siya na tutulungan ka daw niya, alam niya na daw ngayon, so ayon nagpatulong ka na tapos omg ayun nga alam niya na nga, tapos nung tinanong mo kung san siya natuto non sabi niya binulabog niya lang daw ate niya hanggang sa tinuruan siya HAHAHAHAHA at least nageffort siya na tulungan ka diba? · nagsesend siya ng mga selfies niya as conversation starters, nagpaparate sayo tapos nagagalit kapag under 8 yung binibigay mo · pero pag ikaw yan nagsesend ng selfies lagi niya nirrate ng 1 kahit hindi ka naman nagtatanong HAHAHAHHA pero okay lang sinisave niya bawat selfie mo kasi tapos sesend niya yan randomly sayo while calling you pretty · anyways ang smooth din nito omg, very flirty lalo na kapag nagkakasalubong kayo sa hallway, siya yung tipong magtuturo nalang bigla sa sahig and then magsasabi ng "HALA NAHULOG! ako sa 'yo hehe" SARAP SABUNUTAN · daming sinasabi kapag nakita ka niyang may kasamang iba "ate sino kasama mo? pwede mo bang sabihin sa kanya na mukha siyang itlog hehe" "did you know ate, bukod sa ayaw kong bumagsak ayaw din kita ngumingiti sa iba?" "what if pumunta ako diyan tapos ako nalang po kinausap niyo imbis na siya? promise mas funny po ako kesa sa kaniya" "ate iiyak na talaga ako 😭" · pero ang cute talaga nito, hirap hindi i-tease dahil dun

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damn that alberizz.

texts. — it’s too late (early.)

ft. albedo, alhaitham, childe & kaeya.

warnings : fluff, uncanny fluff, cursing (one time in childe’s), lmk if i missed anything!

albedo.

alhaitham.

childe.

kaeya.

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JAW DROP. :ANODAW:

Heart; Not Taken, Shared

albedo x gn!reader

warnings: teasing, romantic tension, established relationship

wc: 1.0k

inspired by this ask i got yesterday hehe, also big ty to the beloveds who helped me beta this <3

“I’ve been wondering,” you say, “whether you know sometimes just how much of an effect your words have on me.”

“My words?” Albedo echoes, feigning innocent confusion. His head rises and his body turns to face you from his position at his desk, legs shifting to rest on the same side of the chair.  “I don’t think I’m following.”

“You know-” you shift in your position on the couch, leaning against the arm with your right hand propping up your cheek and your legs tucked up beside you to your left- “the flirting.”

He hums softly, musing over your accusation. “I hardly believe that I flirt with you. Such behaviour is far from my jurisdiction- are you sure you haven’t mistaken me for our infamous cavalry captain in a sudden lapse of judgement? You know, I can procure some herbal remedies to improve your memory if it is ailing you.”

Though his words are soft and polite, considerate to anyone else, you don’t miss the cheeky twinkle in his eye- nor the smile that curls upon his lips, utterly unable to contain itself. He rises from his chair, crossing the room to stand before you, and you rise to meet him in turn. There is a certain elegance to his movements, each step that brings him closer to you akin to a dancer making their grand entrance onstage. He is prepared for the performance of a lifetime, if the slow deliberate way his eyes trace along your form is anything to go by.

“You said that you think I have no clue of the effect my words have upon you, but you have no idea how much more I wish to say whenever I am in your presence.”

“Why don’t you say it?” you breathe, tension so thick and palpable in the air that you can feel it in your throat as you swallow hard.

“I am enamoured with you, is that what you wish to hear?” He dips close to your side, breath fanning the shell of your ear, the hairs along the back of your neck rising with the electricity that pulses in the air between you. “You evoke a feeling within my soul I can only compare to the resplendent destruction of a supernova; beautiful, devastating.”

And he is not finished tormenting you yet, this damned alchemist with charm far too powerful to be wielded by a mere mortal. He has moulded his words into the perfect weapon, aimed for the vein at your throat that carries the erratic pounding of your heart up into your ears. 

“Humans are fascinating,” he continues, “curious things, so full of warmth and feeling.” One hand comes to rest just below your collar, palm grazing your heart. It feels unnaturally cold, even through your clothes, and the chill that runs along your spine is equal parts inspired by the temperature shock and the thrill of Albedo’s proximity. “But you- confounding, astonishing you- are the most intriguing by far. I might spend a lifetime in your presence and still not experience every facet of your brilliance.” 

“But I’m just me,” you rebuke mildly, breath stalling in your throat and voice escaping far lighter than you intend it. 

Albedo shakes his head and sighs, takes a singular step back to face you fully and cradles your face with his gloved hands. “My darling starshine, my personal Polaris, that is exactly my point. You are you.” 

His touch engraves itself like a heliograph upon you, rays of pure sunlight etching all that he is against you as his hands wander to your shoulders and press into your clothed flesh, running down your sides with such an intimate tenderness. When he is careful with you like this, delicate, reverent, it is as though you are witnessing your own apotheosis before your very eyes. 

“My heart is yours,” he says, so matter-of-factly that you cannot dare to argue it. “I once believed I may not even possess one, at least not by the metaphorical sense in which you tend to refer it. Now, I know for certain that I do not, because it is tucked away within your eyes, your smile, your voice, with every single thing that you do. It has never been my heart to begin with, it has been ours, beating as one.” 

“Albedo…” Your words escape you, falling short before they can manifest upon your tongue. “I love you.”

“As long as the cycle of life continues to begin anew, as surely as the seasons will arrive and pass and return to us once more, I will never stop loving you.”

Swelling full within your chest, you are spurred by the surge of emotions flowing through your body as you reach up to pull Albedo closer and capture his lips with feverish desire. He kisses back with vigour, energy matching your own, a profound hunger in the groan that slips into your mouth from his. 

If he was like a dancer before, this now was the apex of his performance, the series of tight entangled spins that send your mind reeling with vertigo when you right yourselves once more. Every aspect of this has been choreographed, planned to the most minute detail, from the way that one hand finds its way to your waist and splays across the small of your back to how he dips you, curving your body against his own, legs slotted alternating with yours. 

And as Albedo pulls back to admire you, the stars themselves reflected in his cyan irises, framed by the loose strands of spun gold that hang down and brush against your cheeks, you feel the thundering beat of your heart- and his- resonating between your connected chests. 

Your face mirrors his as your twin gazes explore the other, flittering from eye to eye, down to lips, back up once more. Albedo’s tongue swipes across his lower lip so quickly you might have missed it, but the smile that spreads in its wake tells you how he is savouring the taste of you upon him. The reverence returns, the tentative squeezing of fingertips against you as he keeps you close, and he stifles a small chuckle as you stare breathlessly at him, still pleasantly shellshocked from the past handful of minutes.

He places another kiss to the tip of your nose, and leaves his mouth dangerously close to your own as he speaks at last.

“I see it isn’t just my words that have an effect on you, after all. What exemplary hypothesis testing.”

tags: @x-zho @k-zu

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I'm into him as well. 🤙

they're into him as well

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Kahit hindi ako bampira kakagatin q siya /j

Are you afraid of the cold?

—where he meets someone who has not only piqued his curiosity, but far more different than he expected.

CHARACTERS: albedo; vampire!reader

THEMES: mystery? first meetings. unestablished relationship. slight sexual tension

WORD COUNT: 1.9k words

WARNINGS: anyone can look pale no matter what their skin color is, just incase it is pointed out. slight mentions of blood ofc (is there a vampire fic without the mention of blood?). mention of self inflicted scratch.

NOTES: okay so i opted on making a full fic about it since i wanted to make zhongli’s as a drabble next, which is the opposite of what i did on my last series (soulmates series). so i hope you enjoy this one! and if you enjoyed it a lot… do tell me if you want a shorter part two or so:)))) *wink* also, i just botched the title lmao idk what to entitle this fic with honestly

MASTERLIST OF THE SERIES

Dragonspine is cold—Albedo is used to it. So no, he’s not afraid of the cold.

Actually, he was never bothered by the temperature at all. He supposes it is because his body was fast to adjust to its surroundings since it was what he had noticed himself in his travels with his master. Thus, the thought soon left his mind like a fleeting wind, never meeting again until you triggered it back.

Seemingly pale and smooth skin, slitted plum eyes--those were what folklores would describe to a creature called a vampire. He, of course, did not bother knowing more about such creatures since he never encountered one. After all, he only believes what his eyes could see. He needs valid evidence for it to be considered as believable enough. Although, he’s open to being able for discussions anyway. He’d heard of several rumors about vampires and it is not a secret that he had become curious because of the whispers of the people. Who wouldn’t be?

A vampire’s diet, their appearance, their daily lives—of course, Albedo was curious about them all. There is a lot to learn and he was willing to, however there lies the question of; are they real? Are vampires real and do they still live to this very day?

Well, this question is about to find its answer soon.

The night sky greets his eyes as he threaded along the paths to Mondstadt. It was peaceful, just like any other night. The wind is still and the air is fresh, just like how Albedo likes it. If he were asked, he liked the night more so than the morning, not that he dislikes the sun. He could feel the energy seeping through his veins and his entire body, motivating him to do what he needed to do for the day, and he didn’t dislike that. However, the peacefulness and radiance that the moon and the dark sky brings opts him to be more relaxed. It’s also one of the reasons why he feels alright when working at night. Another reason is that it seems that the mind is more effective in the evening, based on his observation.

He was about to reach the houses and dim lights of Springvale when he felt a presence around him. It was not behind him or beside him per se. He could only feel that something, or more like someone has their gaze on him.

“Who’s there?” he tried to call out. Yet there doesn’t seem to be another sound left apart from his stable breathing. Now Albedo wasn’t the kind to fear anything so easily unless he had a reason to. Thus, he halts from his walk and turns around to survey his surroundings, hoping to see anything that might be the reason for the nagging feeling inside of him.

Safe to say, he was able to go home without seeing anything or being harmed in any way. However, he remains curious about the night; whether he was right or wrong.

“Mister Albedo, someone is looking for you.”

Beautiful. It must be the very word he could use to describe your features. He had seen several kinds of people before and it was his first time to feel enchanted just by someone else’s outward appearance. He never really particularly cared, honestly. That is, until now.

It was when his eyes met yours that he recognized that kind of gaze. It felt familiar, but he knew that he didn't have any idea who you were.

Although your eyes held a certain kind of shape that he was sure he had never seen before.

“You must be wondering about the eyes,” you spoke, and that’s when his eyes dropped down to your mouth. “-and the teeth.” you smiled, showing off what intrigued him more.

“Yes,” he answers without much thinking. “-that is indeed curious.”

You let out an amused giggle before raising a hand towards his way. “I apologize, you may not recognize me, but I am Y/n, a friend of the Gunnhildr Clan. Acting Grandmaster Jean brought me to you, saying that you could help me with my task here in Mondstadt.”

He raises his own hand and grips yours lightly, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Ah, I see, she did mention about your coming through letter, which is why I’m here.”

“Hm? Why? Do you not live here, Mr. Albedo?”

“You may call me Albedo if you want,” he gave a welcoming smile. “-my residence is in Mondstadt, yes. But Dragonspine is the place where I usually conduct my research.”

“Ah, I see,” you responded and your eyes wandered around the little stall, then looking straight at him. “I actually wanted to inquire with you about Dragonspine itself. Jean must have recommended you due to the fact that you personally have experienced the living circumstance there.”

That’s when you and he decided to go to his office in the Knights of Favonius headquarters in order to be in a proper setting. However, just as you two were walking through the streets, Albedo noticed something rather strange.

Since the clouds were dark due to the rainy weather, of course there were some who opened their lights from inside their homes. And whenever you two pass by a source of light, Albedo noticed that you didn’t have a shadow.

Suspicions arise the young man but he chose not to question first. Sharp, canine teeth, slitted plum red eyes, a figure but with no shadow--so far, these are the observations he’s had since he had met you minutes ago.

Now he believes that anything could be possible, but he still needs more evidence if he was to assume a conclusion. It might be easier to pop out the question but it might be a bit off for a mere acquaintance like him to speak of it all of a sudden. Unless there is something that he could do-

An idea then came to mind, but he had to do it later once you had done what you came here to do. It is merely common courtesy, of course, especially since you seem to be a friend of the Acting Grandmaster.

“Well, that’s about it.” you finally say as you seem to have ended your writing on the paper that you held, having documented each and every answer that Albedo said to your questions. After checking your notes, you looked up to meet his eyes and smiled, the tips of your canines slipping past your lips ever so gently, catching Albedo’s divided attention. “Thank you very much for the useful information that you provided, Mr. Albedo. This will greatly help with my research and hopefully give me a great grade from my professor.”

“The teachings in Sumeru seem to have improved these past years.” he comments, “Seeing passionate students like you are… kind of refreshing.”

“You think?” you question, almost as if what he said was unbelievable. However before he could inquire about your tone, he saw his opportunity come up when you let go of the notes that you held, leaving it on the table.

“May I see what you have written? Just to check my answers in case I have gotten something wrong.”

This inquiry didn’t seem to bother you and you gladly handed him your notes, to which he finally put on the act that he had wanted to do since earlier.

A flick of his finger on the edge of the paper, he successfully managed to inflict a small cut on his skin, enough to see the sight of red seep through his complexion.

Just as he looked up to you, he saw you stiffened so suddenly, the air in the room stilling, the pressure seemingly turning heavily on his lungs.

His eyes met yours and it may have been a play of the light, but your plum orbs seemed to have pulsed for a millisecond, your gaze dropping down to his hand.

Instead of getting frightened, he felt his breath caught on his throat when a sudden smirk curled on your charming face.

“You’ve caught up so easily, Albedo. Although I must ask,” you lean on the table and propped your arms up, one hand supporting your chin as you eye him earnestly. “Why didn’t you just ask me about it? Surely it’s not like you distrust me that much for me to lie. I mean, you didn’t even so much as flinch when I smelled your blood.”

“Ah, well, I was merely theorizing that you’re not human but I didn’t want to completely assume that my theory is right. I wanted to confirm it first before-”

Your laugh cuts him off and it didn’t sound insulting… for some reason. More like you were amused.

“Speaking like a true scientist, I like you!” you proclaim, the seriousness in your aura gone, flattering away as if it was nothing. “I have travelled for years and even people of Sumeru never spoke like you. You have intrigued me, Albedo of Mondstadt.”

There it was, the genuine smile on your face, curved gently like how he would draw people of those with genuine happiness on their faces.

“And you intrigue me as well, Y/n, friend of the Gunnhildr clan.” he responded with his own kind of smile, and there was a glint in your eyes that told him that you were just as pleased with his statement than he is with yours.

“But before you ask your questions about me and my kind,” you sigh as you stood yourself up from the chair, “I need to go back to Sumeru to finish up my semester.”

He also instantly stand up, and for some reason, there was this nagging feeling inside of him that somehow urged him to ask you to stay a little bit more. But of course he wouldn’t say that. He respects your decision, even if he has this feeling—or was it merely his curiosity for you?—inside of him.

You walk towards him and smile, raising your hand. “I can’t believe I met someone like you, until we meet again.”

He shakes your hand again and he was about to reply when he felt the coldness of your hand. After all, you were wearing a globe earlier when you shook his hand prior. Another evidence for your identity.

Then before anything else, you pulled him so suddenly, your head so near his—actually, your lips were close to his neck, specifically. He could practically feel your warm breath hovering above his skin, opposite of the feeling of your own skin. And right now, he feels as if you had stolen his breath away—in a different, unspeakable kind.

“I thought you’re not afraid, Albedo?”

He doesn’t regret that he insisted on calling him by his first name alone, but his skin prickled at the sound of your voice saying it—somehow he couldn’t explain what he was feeling at all.

“I’m not afraid.” his voice was weak and he felt his heart pound in his chest. Is he nervous? Is he-

He felt your hand slip away from his and you slowly pull away, a slight gleam in your eyes that his mind was nagging for him to know.

Your smile came back then, the cute—cute? tips ofyour fangs resting on your bottom lip. “I know. I was just testing you.”

A soft chuckle erupts on him. “You’re not being fair. Now I’m expecting your return as soon as possible.”

And as Albedo and you sent your final “see you later”s, it was then that he realized; maybe instead of being afraid of the cold, maybe he kind of prefer it more than any other.