#albedo smau

[mimimui]

random texts with your bf

includes: kaveh, alhaitham, tighnari, cyno, albedo

tags: modern au, established relationship, endearments, probably ooc, no tone indicators, swearing, the timestamps aren't significant

a/n: guess who's back with another smau :) ! i'm on vacation right now, so i'm still trying to find some time to write more! have my sweet sweet sumeru boys nd bedo for now .. enjoy !

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[ilyuu]

texts. — wrong number.

ft. albedo, heizou, scaramouche & xiao.

warnings : cursing (scara), fluff, crack, bits of angst (xiao), you’re a menace (all), accidental confessions, lmk if i missed anything!

albedo.

heizou.

scaramouche.

xiao.

general taglist (open!) : @starz222, @haliyamori, @kazumist, @mikacynth, @angelkazusstuff, @doumalove, @kpop-and-otome, @emo-mess, @streetbystreets, @auroratumbles, @mastering-procrastinating . . .

[analbedo]

📔 tired. ft albedo

albedo works hard, and late into the night. he deserves a little reward for that, doesn’t he?

𐐪 warning: this fic contains dark content, please read my dark content disclaimer before continuing. minors dni.

🦢cw: rape/noncon, thigh fucking, raw sex (don’t try this at home), cream pie, somnophilia but only for part of it, dacryphilia, mild breeding kink

° 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 nsfw below the cut ! 𐐪 ♡ 𐑂 °

albedo sighed, leaning back in his desk chair. he gazed at the ceiling while rubbing a hand down his tired face. god, he hated late nights like this. he knew going into his field of research that he’d be lucky to go to bed before 3 am— but actually living that reality was a lot more hellish than he could’ve known.

he shut off his laptop, getting a brief glance at himself— his eye bags were getting worse.

“fuck,” he mumbled, shutting the computer closed and taking his empty coffee mug to the sink. he couldn’t stand the taste of that bitter liquid, but he did what he had to do to keep himself up. he silently went through his nightly routine— showering, brushing his teeth, packing his bag for class the next morning— with nothing but the sweet release of sleep on his mind.

albedo stopped abruptly in his tracks as he came to the doorframe of your shared bedroom. you were sound asleep. you made such a pretty picture, the swell of your breasts rising and falling slowly with every breath.

so serene. so defenseless.

truth be told, there was only one thing that made these late nights bearable for albedo, and that was you— and you didn’t even know it. there was no way for him to describe just how tempting you looked while unconscious. he couldn’t help himself. just seeing your sleeping, unaware form was enough to send blood rushing to his cock.

he climbed into bed behind you, chest pressed to your back. he wrapped his arms around you, making sure your body was as close to him as possible.

albedo could feel his cock throbbing, begging for stimulation. he had to be patient, though— too much movement at once might wake you up. he opted to gently fondle your breasts instead, his head buried in your neck as he inhaled your sweet scent.

after a few minutes of torturing himself, he couldn’t take it anymore. he tugged down his boxers, clear precum already drooling from the top. he slipped his slick cock between your thighs. the sensation of the soft flesh squeezing him beef so gently was almost enough to make him finish immediately.

albedo grit his teeth and let out a soft fuck as he slowly pulled out of your thighs before snapping his hips forward.

he was in heaven.

albedo tried his hardest not to move too much or breathe too loud as he desperately rutted into your thighs. the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and ruin the fun.

you’d woken up a few times before, telling him to stop, often right before he came. he always said he wouldn’t do it again, lying every time. something about your still body did something to him. he got off on knowing you wouldn’t even realize what he does to you while you sleep until you awoke to a sticky mess between your thighs in the morning.

the thought of violating you turned him on even more, he thrusted faster into your thighs. it felt heavenly.

but it wasn’t quite enough.

albedo paused for a moment, his cock pulsing as it yearned for more. he sat up slightly to see your face— still sound asleep. gently, he reached down between your thighs, hooking his finger into the fabric of your panties and gingerly pulling them to the side. his cock was slick enough with precum that he slid right into your cunt, biting his lip to prevent a moan from coming out.

“fuck, you’re so warm,” he hissed. it took all of his strength to not finish as he slowly began to pump in and out of your tight walls.

your body reacted even while unconscious, your pussy getting wetter with each movement of his cock inside you.

albedo tried to control himself, but he was too weak. you felt so good, your warm wet cunt sucking him in with every thrust. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as possible before he started pounding into you at a vulgar pace.

you awoke to a sharp pain in your lower abdomen, and it took you only a second to realize the cause.

albedo was fucking you mercilessly, hitting your cervix with each rut. your stomach churned with fear and disgust, though the way his cock rubbed your g spot made you feel tingly all over. you wanted to say something, but you knew it was futile. you’d awoken so many nights to him humping your thighs, it was only a matter of time before it escalated.

“fuck— you feel so fucking good— ‘m gonna breed you nice and full— ah— make you take every drop,” albedo moaned in your ear, his lewd words making you feel even sicker.

“been waiting so long to pump this pussy full while you’re asleep, fuck,” he hissed.

you tried your hardest to stay still, trying not to let your shoulders shake with a sob while a tear ran down your face. you must have let out a whimper because albedo stopped in his tracks.

“you’re awake?” he asked.

“please stop,” you choked out, trying not to burst into tears. it was so humiliating when he did this to you, using you like his personal toy to get off. part of you wished you didn’t wake up.

albedo slowly pulled out before sitting up.

“i’m sorry,” he says, genuinely sounding remorseful, before pinning you onto your back and moving between your legs. “you just feel too good. i can’t stop.”

before you could register his words he was pounding you again, his cold hands holding your hips in position.

your body froze in terror and revulsion.

“fuck,” albedo sighed with his head thrown back. “you just got so fucking tight— fuck, it’s like you’re sucking me in.”

your mind tried to process exactly what was happening— he was actually violating you, and enjoying it at that. you couldn’t stop yourself from sobbing. warm tears streamed down your face, and you hiccuped with every breath you drew.

“you’re crying? fuck, that’s cute,” albedo said, leaning forward to grab the headboard, one hand still holding you in place. “keep going, please.”

you tried to stop but the tears kept coming— you’d never felt so humiliated, even those mornings when you’d wake up to find he had came between your thighs in the night. you were beyond disgusted, and angry, and all you could do was cry.

“fuck— just like that, so fucking cute— ah,” albedo slammed into you one final time, his tip hitting your cervix as he came. “fuck— take it,” he moaned as he filled you with the thick, white liquid.

you felt his cock throb inside you as he finished, and even after— he didn’t pull out until he was soft.

albedo sighed as he slowly pulled out, flipping onto the bed next to you. when you finally got the courage to turn to face him and confront him for what he did, you found him fast asleep.

[boobs777]

UNHINGED TEXTS 🎥

pairing heizou, xiao, kunikuzushi, cyno, ajax, albedo x gn! reader

warnings heizou’s contains mentions “jumping off a bridge”, kys joke in scaramouche’s, cyno’s is oddly aggressive idk, mild cursing throughout

notes heizou’s, scaramouche’s, and xiao’s were all taken from pinterest. the other three i made up. and yes i’m using their pfps as a way to push my genshin characters in glasses agenda!

heizou kunikuzushi xiao

cyno albedo ajax

[kararisa]

marigold promises

pairing: albedo x gn!reader

genre: social media au, modern/college au, childhood friends to academic rivals to lovers, slow burn

summary: it was evident that you and albedo have changed in the five years you’ve spent apart, but you know better than to view him through the lens of nostalgia. with one goal on your mind – graduate valedictorian – who better to stand in your way than the studious, intelligent, ice-cold albedo? one thing’s for sure: he’s going down.

warnings: swearing, crack, light angst, unrealistic depictions of college, family issues, self-doubt, abandonment issues, side ships (tighnari gets paired with a moot); specific chapter warnings will be at the beginning of the chapter — will be updated as the series continues

status: ongoing

author's notes:

my first smau hehe. i've been working on this for a while so i'm really excited! updates will be sporadic but i'll do my best to update often.

the timestamps don't matter unless i say they do!

apologies in advance if i miss any grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language

pictures used are simply to add visual description and do not depict the reader's skin color, height, etc.

written chapters are marked with (☕︎)

profiles:

coffee addicts ([name]'s friends)

donut disco (albedo's friends)

year 1 — whether i like it or not || playlist

01. finally, a worthy opponent! || 02. why pay for netflix?

03. if looks could kill || 04. impromptu cramming session

05. enigma (☕︎) || bonus. i hate it here

06. temporary truce || bonus. crisis companion

07. crack theory || bonus. bread

08. twin pendants (☕︎) || 09. no harm in asking

10. the print shop by the mondmart || 11. #TCUClubFair

12. save me a slice || 13. miss you too

14. caffeinate me up || 15. u ok?

16. hell week (☕︎) || 17. dean's lister

18. please send help || 19. 6/10 difficulty (☕︎)

20. #ynsweep || 21. equilibrium (☕︎)

22. look me in the eyes (☕︎) || 23. team bonding

24. how could i, when it's you? (☕︎) || 25. kiss for good luck

year 2 — we make a good team, partner || playlist

26. lab partner thief || 27. dodoco

28. not even remotely subtle || 29. jealousy doesn't look good on you

bonus. ultra secret project proposal || 30. ice cream for three (☕︎)

31. "just" the lab report (☕︎) || 32. a letter and a promise (☕︎)

33. that damn cardigan || 34. shit happens, that's life

35. on instinct || 36. don't be a stranger

bonus. soft launch season

year 3 — promise me this || playlist

37. the college experience || 38. keep it coming

39. the day the world stopped moving (☕︎) || bonus. an unexpected call (☕︎)

40. i can sense your denial || 41. what is wrong with me

42. stubborn™ (☕︎) || 43. strawberry hair tie

44. get your shit together || 45. in spite of it all (☕︎)

46. right here

tba

year 4 — these bonds that bind us || playlist

tba

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[tihgnari]

— being divorced parents with the genshin boys

featuring. thoma, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, albedo / w f! reader warnings. mention of doggo urine in kaeya's lmao note. i havent updated recently so pls accept this offering instead

[starz222]

albedo x gn!reader | friendzoned

[mitskx]

texting them : “we need to talk” as a joke mondstadt | liyue | inazuma | sumeru | snezhnaya

diluc

kaeya

albedo

dainsleif

a / n : hi its ren im literally this close to committing - owner 1

[lilimalia]

PICK-UP LINES W/ NERDS

SYNOPOSIS... texting your nerdy boyfriends, and being drained dry of your sanity...

CHARACTERS... cyno,, albedo

DISCLAIMERS... great pick up lines I made up a month ago

BARISTA'S INTEL... I blame my server-mates for encouraging the Cyno in me. <3..

ALBEDO - organic chemistry

CYNO - mathematics

NOTE // and if your wondering why Cyno’s name is……. Well what is. Blame these people…

(PART I)

Omg double post?

[shanieveh]

BACK TO DECEMBER — late night drinking buddies !

SCARAMOUCHE — the new kid everyone has mixed feeling about. he rarely talks to anyone not until childe adopted him and forced him to be in his friend group. he didn't know the school had you in it, and when he found out he will do everything for you to notice him again.

CHILDE — will probably already be suspended if not for his rich parents. childe is your average highschooler if not for the way he unsuccessfully causes havoc in the school. the guys hate him, but the girls, oh they write diaries and say incredible confessions in which he awkwardly avoids.

KAZUHA — sweet and gentle guy every single teacher likes. he goes about his day fixing everything and being very patient with anyone he comes across with. he creates ethereal poems, but don't let that fool you, once a drinking session is on course, he says the weirdest shit imaginable.

ALHAITHAM — he was here because he heard that they liked alcohol but now he becomes a tired sad dad of 7 children all of which had too many trauma injected in their bodies. although he is known for his boyfriend, a lot of people still crush on this dude, only to be met with kaveh's broom stick.

AETHER — he is literslly shipped with the whole campus, and even his sister's crush. he is very helpful in every single event but for some reason still not apart of the student council but he doesn't mind. he finds scaramouche annoying at first but they became very close after a while and now he knows the whole drama between you and him.

ALBEDO — the weirdest once you get to know him. scaramouche thought he was the cool guy who is smart and handsome, but boy was he wrong. albedo is a caffeine addict who talks too much about research and science, but they don't mind because he lets you copy off his paper.

CYNO — if this bitch can't shut up about his boyfriend, it isn't about his jokes anymore, it's about how he shows his family everytime he doesn't get what he wants, and even tighnari gets tired of it. but he really doesn't like you for what you did to scaramouche, especially when he sees the dude in tears in their third drinking session.

HEIZOU — he connected the dots, actually he didn't connect shit. typa guy you see with a magnifying glass but doesn't actually use it. he flirts with a lot of people, but hey atleast he asked scaramouche's permission when he flirted with you (scara chase him away)

BACK TO DECEMBER — masterpost || reading club

SUMMARY: you were childhood bestfriends with scaramouche, and with many unanswered confessions and one sided goodbyes, you both meet again, but now he wears a cold glance even turning agressive when his eyes wander yours, and it all came down the day he became the top of your class, beating you and rejoicing in success. his smile was because of your pain. maybe you could turn back time where promises actually never broke, and love was a beautiful thing.

TAGLIST: @yukiipc @wanderchive @user11918163805279 @gekkow @moon-320 @meowmeowmau @mine-lu @sunaaa @lxkeeeee @faaariiii-world @lazy-sanns @starlightaura @ynverse @ukinya @peachysunflowerOx @creammpuff @scarlightsworld @sakurapeach @sketcheeee @divinechicha @trasshy-artist @virette @kyouzki @redsrrrr @ahseya @1999mercury @slu7 @tatiratty @naheana

NOTES: i will fix this and deepen it after i get my laptop for my phone has an image limit thank you for understanding

[leafzuzu]

ೃ⁀➷ Love you again... question mark?

Albedo x female reader SMAU

"you remind me of someone"

"Really? Haha"

✿ summary after getting your heart broken by your long time crush, you've decided to focus on college and your friends. will that routine change?

✿ genre modern, fluff, crack, lots of curses, angst?..., ex friends to lovers

✿ status STARTED [11/05/22] DISCONTINUED [05/02/23]

✿ author's note EYO!!! after months i finally revamped the SMAU with a new name 🤭

~ profiles

the hotties || pussy lovers

~ chapters

❀ chap 1 — theme park

❀ chap 2 — date

❀ chap 3 — no tea!!!

❀ chap 4 — tba

~ taglist @lady-elodie @lovely-althxa @nei-rinn @nejibot @sweet-almonds @belovedxiao @aiikalvr @asthespirit @demetria-yuki @fluffimemes @reallyrene @creammpuff @boochandesu @sketcheeee @ireallylikehamsters @levvvsss @lazy-sanns @emikoisdead @kairxse @skimm0nzz @layla240 @dee-zbignuts

feel free to ask in my inbox to be added in the taglist!

[ruershrimo]

like it’s the old love. | part 1.1 | “winter beach”

masterlist | next

features albedo

warnings: fem!reader, a few ships, like ganqing and xingyun. but other than that there’s nothing, though you could ask me to add them if there’s anything you’d like me to put tws of!!

notes: woo new series lesgo lesgo!! seriously though, I hope this doesn’t end up being another tiatt,,,, (I’m still working on tiatt I promise)

summary: a walk on the beach in winter hits the spot. spending time with albedo, your all-too-perfect best friend, does that better. the two of you come up with an arrangement, after.

The sand lies by the banks like brown sugar sprinkled on a pastry, warm and sweet and comforting. It’s that perfect, pleasant time in winter— when it’s not too cold, or not too warm that it still feels like autumn, and your fingers only feel like frost if you’ve dipped them in unheated water or gone on without stuffing your hands in your pockets for too long. Winter to the two of you isn’t like the rush of snowflakes, or being huddled up in blankets with hot chocolates– though, a hot chocolate would be a welcome surprise for you right now— it’s visiting the beach when the air’s not too frigid that you’ll be blowing your fingers off later and the water at home will still feel tepid enough to keep you warm after. It’s sleeping in his parents’ used car after a chapter in a book; it’s silence or empty exchanges between you and Albedo that keep you close, connected at the hip all the same whenever you’re together.

There’s pink dusting his cheeks and nose, at the porcelain paleness of his complexion. You have to squint every time your mother is about to take a picture: the wind’s whooshing heads straight to your eyes, so it’s not like you can open them much— and his hair. 

He tugs on your coat as he always has. “Cold?” you ask, turning to him. 

“No,” he shakes his head. “I’ve to show you some of the seashells.” 

He guides you to different spots, ones you think could be a collector’s treasure troves. Since you were young, you’d never really gone out much: your parents only had time to spare for work, and they never had more time to introduce you to any of their friends’ children, or re-introduce you to the ones you’d known from the time when you were in diapers— the only exception being Albedo, of course. The one who’d become your closest friend, no matter how far from him you lived, or the fact that you only visited him and his mother and sister, Alice and Klee, in Mondstadt every holiday you had (and holidays were scarce, especially back home in Liyue). No matter what, he’s still the one who’ll blow on your fingers for you, who’ll find trinkets and gifts from everywhere he knows about more than you do. 

You bend down to unearth one from its blanket of sand as you did to your hands from your pockets. The cold prickles at your fingertips. 

The seashell— or perhaps it’s not a seashell but that of a clam, you don’t visit the beach that often anyway— is a deep marine, with waves of white on it like a rippling in the water or the wind playing with silk. How mystical, you think, no matter how normal it seems or how stupid you sound finding a clam’s shell captivating: that a jewel without any acclaim for its beauty is still a jewel, and even more so once it's observed. 

You stand up again. 

“Think I could keep one of these?” you jest. “I had this friend once, whose grandfather went to these beaches for her grandmother. He collected lots of shells until he had a bag of them, and brought them back to his wife. Must’ve had a nice thing going on there.” 

“I don’t think so. I’ve been told that that’s illegal,” he answers, nonchalantly. “And I don’t think you want those crimes on your track record. Though I could collect some of them for you if you’d like—” 

“No, it’s really alright— I was just joking,” you chuckle. “Don’t think it would do you too good if you had those on your track record, either. Didn’t expect you to take it so seriously.” 

“I’d manage,” he replies. “My mother told me she’d have a place for me, anyway.” 

You narrow your eyes in confusion. “But Alice doesn’t—? Oh…” He’s talking about Rhinedottir. “You still call her your mother? Wait, you don’t have to reply, just got confused, sorry if I’m overstepping anything or prying into things too much.” 

“It’s really alright,” he states. His expression stays the same: a blank slate, yet so… human? There’s something about his face that places his identity firmly onto him, even if it barely changes. Sometimes you wonder how he can keep himself so level, so calm and unchanging each time. And then you give up because you’ve never found an answer and never will. 

Silence pushes itself onto the two of you for a while, the waves crash on the shore leaving bubbles that remind you of milky foam on hot coffee. The sky and the sea are almost one, like those art pieces in watercolour where the colours get darker on the paper the more brushstrokes you apply over their spots. It’s clear and undisturbed, a picture-perfect view of an image you can hear the sea from, a mosaic of sea, sky and sand. 

“Oh, god, my hands are getting numb— how can your hands stand it?” 

He brings your hands to his fingers, pale and long and probably quite lithe with a pen on paper, rubs them over yours, and lays his breath on them. It’s warm. 

“That’s what happens if you keep them out of your pockets for too long,” he says. “You’ll enjoy it once you get used to it. Then you’ll start to love what you’ve never noticed the joy of before.” 

“I’m not saying I don’t like the cold, I’m just not used to the numbness. It stings, really. I guess I’m quite lucky to have you here with me,” you smile. 

He smiles right back at you. “Then it’s fortunate that I’ll always be here to warm them up for you.” 

For a moment everything feels perfect— it’s the best winter break you could have asked for during your gap year, before you enter university. The sun is enveloped in the embrace of pillowy clouds, hidden from the sky. The scent of the sea fills the beach and your hands cling clumsily onto his comfortable jacket while the waves laugh along. For a moment it’s all familiarity with the unfamiliar; it’s visiting the beach like you’d done the year before, yet feeling how unknown it all is to you again. It’s seeing him again and knowing everything and nothing about him. 

“Could I borrow your phone real quick?” you request, hands mimicking the click of a camera. “I want to take a picture.” 

“You don’t have your own?” 

You make a short mime act of fishing something out of your empty pockets, before turning them inside-out, holding your also empty hands up for him to see. 

He pulls his phone out of his jacket pocket. “Here.” 

You swiftly snatch it from his hands. “Thanks.” 

Hands in his pockets he turns his head down toward the sand, the trees behind the beach swaying somewhat hesitantly along with the early winter wind. 

“Click, click— okay, pose!” 

In the photo his eyes are fully dilated, every other bit of his stolid expression still intact. 

“I can’t believe I actually got a picture of an Albedo expression! Wait, hold on, I’m going to save it in my favourites real quick,” you giggle, but soon it turns into an onslaught of guffaws. “You should make it into your profile picture instead of that passport photo.” 

You quickly stuff your hands back in your pockets, the phone still with you: you don’t want them to be numb again. 

“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks you, though there’s a teasing lilt subtly hidden in his monotonous voice. “And here I thought you wanted a picture of the scenery.”

 “I will, but I still have to take pictures of you too. You’re part of the scenery,” you jokingly reply. “And yes. Thanks for bringing me out here again—” 

“Why don’t we go closer to the water?” 

“Huh—? Ah, sure, but wouldn’t I be getting cold again?” 

“I’ll warn your fingers again once we get in my car, after my mother notifies us of when we can drive home.” Now he’s talking about Alice. “And you’ll get to take more pictures, too.”

So you acquiesce, and gaze down at the ground, at your shoes trailing behind his, leaving solemarks on the sand. It seems as if pieces of shells or whole shells themselves were sprinkled on the ground like speckles of unstirred sugar on a warm beverage. 

You wish you could find a conch to hear the waves’ melody forever. You snap a few pictures before locking the phone between your arm and torso, about to dip your hands in the water— he said he’d help you warm them after, anyway—

He steals his phone back—

“Hey!” you shout, but he already has the phone, and you can already see the light from the flash rapidly appearing and disappearing. “Albedo! Stop!” you order, but it comes out more like unadulterated laughter, tinged with a slight amount of faux disbelief. You try to push it out from the grasp of his hands. 

A seagull passes by, the white of its plumage temporarily covering the two of you. 

And all the play fighting and goofiness… feels good. Wonderfully so. It’s the best you’ve felt in a year, since the last time you and him had met. At home where your parents are usually busy, you’re a different person, a result of having to change from a child to a little adult for the approval of those who make up your life. But here you’re free, at least for a little while; you’re allowed at least a moment of respite, when you’re thousands of kilometres away from home. 

Two giggling children, having fun and being young as if there’s no tomorrow. The two of you have your lives, it’s events stacked before you like dominoes meant to be pushed at the end of your gap years— Albedo has a promising future of being a chemist, like his mother, ahead of him, already on the Sumeru Akademiya track; you’ve got your life back at home, where you have to study, appease your parents enough and go through three years of university until you’ll be an adult in the working world. 

And you probably won’t see him again. 

Or you will, but it won’t be the same— it’s as if he’s a part of childhood, your fountain of youth. You meet him and again you’ve rejuvenated the parts of you that are just two kids who know nothing about each other yet love each other regardless, so unlike the adults you have to be when you’re apart. So without that tiny, drowning part of your child self, how will your interactions be? When that part of you is dead, dried out like a wilted plant, what will happen to the two of you? What will be left but awkward, uncomfortable silence and typical adults’ perfunctory gestures? 

“Albedo! [Name]!” 

The two of you turn behind, stopping yourselves immediately. Your thoughts are torn from you like wet paper. 

“Klee! Don’t run too fast, you’ll trip yourself—” her elder brother warns. 

She speeds up on the sand, scampering excitedly toward the two of you. 

“Oh, she’ll be just fine,” you reassure him. 

Behind her Alice follows, her face like the warm glow of sunlight peeking through winter weather, strolling along. 

“Hi, Klee!” You squat down. 

“How was the walk?” Albedo’s head turns up to meet his mother. 

“It went well. We’ve got to go back in the car soon, though,” she clicked her tongue playfully. “Someone has to go to take a nap once we get back home.” 

(“But I don’t wanna,” Klee frowns. 

“Oh well, Albedo and I will be sleeping too, anyway, so you won’t be missing anything”, you tell her.) 

“You can just text me once you’ve arrived back home. On a side note, though,” she turns to you. “How was your walk?” 

“[Name] tried to steal my phone.” 

“Hey, you can’t say that, I was trying to take a picture!” you retort. “And you stole it back!” 

—

He helps you into the front passenger seat, shutting the car door behind you as you enter. 

You gaze at him as he’s outside, the inside of the car— his car, god, the two of you can drive now— a little world you’ve been suspended in. Same eyes, same cheeks, same face as when you first met. You hope that in the future, nothing changes at all. He’s science and he’s magic, he’s pale blonde hair and striking, inquisitive blue eyes in black winter jackets and white lab coats and button-up shirts. He’s your best friend, he’s someone you rarely meet, he’s someone you’re splitting paths with. There’s a chill from the air that lingers on your skin and if you exhale you can still see your breath disappearing into the air, but you’re lumped under your layered jackets and soon you feel warm as his hands lie on the steering wheel. 

He’s there and it’s warm and familiar and you wish you could stay with him forever. Yet your heart is full of jealousy and worry— he has everything figured out for him, decided for him. He is the boy genius, the prodigy, and you’re someone who doesn’t want to grow up yet because—

“I’ll send you the pictures later,” he reports, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“That would be great, thanks,” you smile, checking the time on your phone for no reason. “So, how’s life at the Akademiya?” 

From him comes a little hum. “I’ve been alright,” he says. “What I’ve heard from my seniors about the difficulties of studying didn’t seem to affect me much.”

“Ah, I get that. But that’s because you’re smart,” you compliment, though you’re quite sure that he, with his kind of genius, has heard that a million times over. (But you can’t help but bring it up sometimes— if only he’d be a bit meaner about it, less modest or less kind— you’d feel better. Happier. Less envious. Still, that kind of thinking was selfish, meant to be bitten back by your throat forever.) 

He makes another noise— a little, hesitant one of discomfort. 

“But anyway,” you continue, “Any plans yet for your post-Akademiya days?” 

“No— well, I can always go to Mother’s,” he starts, “But I want to continue painting. I fear that if I work with her, even if I’ll still be in Mondstadt most of the time, I won’t have much time left for other activities— like painting and taking care of Klee,” he pauses. “Or taking care of you every time you come back.” 

“Nah, I’m the one who takes care of you,” you playfully retort. “Still, seriously: if you feel like you want to focus on art instead or find a job that lets you keep both science and art, just go for it. You don’t have to stay with Auntie Rhine.” 

You’ve seen his work before, though. Pure masterpieces, all of them: only he can pick out such exquisite colours and paint them in such a methodical manner to produce an item so beautiful, so mesmerising. It’s as if his everything, from painting to work, is built from the foundation of scientific procedures and observation. The first time he had shown you his artwork— the piece in question being a sketch of two butterflies— was a few years ago, and after that you had asked him why he was planning to go to Spantamad instead of Khsharewar. 

“I know that,” he replies. “But thank you. How about you?” 

“I’ve just been how I’ve always been. Nothing’s changed all that much.” 

He’s out here, accomplishing so many things, set to have a bright, fulfilling future; you’re here, taking a gap year not for a break but because of uncertainty, because you’re unsure of what you want to do and who you want to be, a leech on and a burden to your parents who send you away to live with someone else while they’re busy. It’s because you’re scared of not going through the full coming-of-age experience, of optimising the last year you get to be a child, before you become an adult with an empty life (at least, that’s how you think things will end up like for you— being a corporate slave or plain business owner dragging your parents’ hard work through the ground, with only dead dreams and student loans to your name).

And what of everyone else back at home? You tried to get with many friends of yours, giving them support, encouragement and advice when you could. They would all find in you a person to confide in, and you’d be pleased, thinking that you could confide in them too. However, they would then tell you that they’d been infatuated with someone else for a long time or would never be interested in someone before you would have the chance to confess, ever terrified of rejection. 

You fell at every chance you could, just for an opportunity to have a fling, or some kind of love like the types in fairytales and romcoms. All that just to fail and feel lonely in the end. 

You’d really like to say Albedo was an exception. In some ways he was. Yet in other ways he wasn’t— he’s definitely not much different from them, though. Just someone you think you should go for no matter how much he exists outside of your league. Still, you think there’s much reason to be less shy around him, less bashful. 

The rest of the drive is silent, and you don’t know if it’s him understanding you or not knowing what to say (though he always knows what to say, no? Is staying quiet the best he can do for you right now?)— he makes a few turns and soon the two of you are on the highway, heading back to the suburbs. You didn’t suggest any music. You just took the silence in and enjoyed it with him. 

Raindrops begin to fall, lulling you to sleep. He’s still steering the wheel, steady and calm and undisturbed, as your eyes start to close. 

When you’re there he stops the car and starts to unfasten his seatbelt. He turns to you. 

“Tired?” 

“A bit. And I don’t want to be out in the rain…” 

“You can sleep here if you’d like.” 

(“...you actually waited?” you ask, groggily. “I thought I’d only be sleeping for five minutes, and then you’d wake me up and drag me to bed.” 

“Morning,” he greets. “You slept for a whole hour.” 

You groan. “What about Klee and Auntie Alice?”

“They’re in the house.”)

—

You spend the next few hours in the house with Albedo, staring up at the ceiling. It’s golden hour, the sky still painted a mix of both warm and cool hues. The clouds gather above you, though they’ll probably be gone soon enough without any rain or snow. 

A chuckle erupts. 

You laugh, but it tapers off all too soon. 

He’s always been perfect, you think— like a prince out of a fairytale. 

(You don’t know if that makes you hate him or love him.)

When you were little and would visit them, a tiny child with tiny clothes and a tinier suitcase your parents had packed for you, you would scamper your way to Alice before she would read you a fairytale every night. Sometimes Albedo would join. Whenever Rhinedottir wasn’t around, even though he would be fine sleeping alone, he’d still prefer to sleep in the same room as you. 

Over time, as the two of you grew up, Rhinedottir’s appearances slowly dwindled. In your head you had once likened Rhinedottir’s growing lack of presence to the sun during a storm. It was always there at first, though as the clouds began to gather, it would soon be engulfed by dark, dust-like clouds, and no matter how much you enjoyed the storm you would wonder where the sun had gone. 

“And so, the baby princess was cursed. The witches rushed to keep her somewhere safe—” Alice recited, to which Albedo questioned, “Weren’t witches bad?” 

“No, they’re good witches!” you corrected him. “They took care of the princess!” 

Alice giggled. “Oh, yes, my dear. The good witches had placed the princess under their care right after they had heard the curse fall from the wretched witch’s mouth. They hoped to avoid such a fate,” she said. “Yet if there’s one thing you should know, it is that you can never evade the inevitable. You’ll understand once you’re older. 

“Soon, the princess grew to be a beautiful maiden, unbeknownst to the fact that she had been born royal all along. She cared for the animals in the wood where she’d grown, and sang songs of romance, love and freedom while dancing with the flora and fauna. Under the moonlit, starry sky and the towering trees she dreamed of falling in love with and marrying a prince. And he was a rather handsome one, at that. 

“On a day meant to be much like the others, she wandered a bit too far from where she was accustomed to, before she met a beautiful prince. They fell in love at first sight, and decided to get married.” 

“But that would be bringing the curse to her!” you panicked. Albedo stayed silent. 

“Ah, yes, and the wretched witch from before— the one who had cursed the dear princess— sought the engaged prince and princess out, and hypnotised the princess. She was put in a trance, and ended up pricking her finger anyway. Then she and the whole of the kingdom were put in a deep sleep, while nature would be set to reclaim it for a hundred years.” 

“Oh no!” 

“But don’t fret— the good witches were alive, and hurried to wake the prince.” 

“Does he save the princess?” you asked. 

“Why, yes. But she saved herself, too. And their love was what saved the kingdom, for he stood by her side and gave her a true love’s kiss, giving her the strength to think again and rouse herself from her slumber. 

“They soon headed to defeat that wretched, wretched witch, and they succeeded. The people rejoiced, having been saved, and the prince and princess were safely wedded, ruling as king and queen for half a century over the prosperous kingdom.” 

“Woah,” you breathed out. 

Beside you, Albedo was already asleep, eyes shut tight in a slumber as deep as the princess’s. 

“He fell asleep!” 

“Well, I suppose it is getting late,” Alice chuckled, turning the bedside lamp off and tucking you in. “Goodnight, [name] and Albedo.” 

Suddenly, your eyelids felt as heavy as rocks. “Goodnight, Alice…” 

You wished you had a prince, too. Or a princess. Just someone in general. 

(The morning after that, you woke up, and beside you there was no Albedo. He was always, always, one step ahead of you. Maybe you would always be chasing him.

You then headed back to your parents’ home, ready to start school again.) 

“Hey.” You turn to him out of the blue. “Remember the fairytale about the sleeping princess?” 

“...Sleeping Beauty?” 

In fairytales the main characters marry each other; in romcoms the leading characters fall in love. In books the girls are smart, ending up with the people they want. In stories they are not useless; in fiction the characters accomplish things and live their lives to the fullest without wasting any time. 

So you, clouded in your envy for life and joy and excitement, at least for one year, want that too. To be young and free and in love. And then, you’d be alright with being a corporate slave, or with handling the mundanity of your parents’ work while your much more successful relatives watched and judged you, pitying you for the life you’d found yourself forever trapped in (at least, you think they’d do that). 

“Yeah. Are you familiar with the concept of coming-of-age?” 

“Yes, but why…?” 

“Just wanted to know. That’s good, though. 

“I’m going to ask something of you, so please forget it if you don’t want to.” 

For a moment you can see the ever-stoic Albedo gulp, his eyes laser-focused on yours, deep with inquisitiveness and a slight bit of shock. You tightened your hands on his shoulders. 

Outside, the sun has already begun to set, the light blending into the growing intensity of a post-golden hour sky’s marine hue. The clouds have all but dissipated. 

Of all the ideas you’ve had, this is by far the most stupid, dignity-reducing one that you have ever had in that scattered brain of yours

“Date me. I’m a forever young adult-ish soul stuck in a growing person’s body with no life at all who only stops being a ghost when I’m miles away from home. I’ve always struggled with finding someone, so I couldn’t have my coming-of-age adventure or my summer fling. And it’s not like I could have found that kind of adventure with friends anyway, since I’m not as close to anyone as I’ve always been with you, and they’re all people who would never fall in love with me,” you ramble. 

Albedo, reduced to a gaping fish out of water, jaw barely clinging onto his fair face. 

“So I’ve always wanted to ask that if you, because you’re close to me, and I know that it may be a waste of time for you, so I just want to try my luck and if it doesn’t lead to anything or if you don’t want it then you can just forget whatever I said—”

The words stop tumbling out of your mouth for a while. You gaze at him, something indescribable and indecipherable in his eyes, like a snow globe that you can’t look clearly into. He’s staring up at you, and what is he thinking, you wonder and worry, what is he thinking of saying? Will he decline and will he forget? Can you even entertain the notion that he wouldn’t? 

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll do it.” 

“Okay,” you reply. And suddenly it hits, because for the first time even if out of pity due to your pathetic desperation someone is willing to love you or at least act like it. It’s completely quiet before tears roll down your cheeks like they’re from a garden’s canister, as if it’s water trickling down the leaves of plants and onto their patches of soil. He begins to worry, you can tell from the rush of his fingers to rub them off and wipe them dry, to which you assure him that you’re just alright. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to get much better at acting.” 

“Maybe I won’t be acting at all,” he says, and you swear it’s merely a joke of his, so a little grin breaks out on your face. And the only emotion you can understand amidst the sea of his eyes is relief. “I hope you enjoy it, your small fling. I hope you enjoy your young adult novel gap year.”

You giggle a bit harder, inhaling loudly. “Yeah. Best summer fling— one for the best books in YA fiction, I’d say.” 

And in that moment while you bring him to you and hug his chest as tight as you can, the two of you laugh and laugh and laugh, until you’re silent, face still sore with remnants of the sudden smiles stuck on your faces. In that moment you forget your jealousy and keep only your joy alive, like a candle finally reaching that temporary moment with nothing around to destroy it. 

“…But it’s winter, not summer.” 

His sudden remark is so ridiculous that it makes you laugh, playfully swatting at his arm. “I’ll be here for a whole year,” you smile. Classic Albedo. “It’ll be a summer fling for a while. And you’d know what I’d meant, either way.” 

(“Should we tell Auntie Alice?”

“No, let’s just try to acclimate ourselves to it first,” he suggests.

“Right, good thinking.”)

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marigold promises

— 42. stubborn™ (☕︎ = 0.8k words)

It’s a Thursday afternoon when you spot Albedo in all his stubborn, golden-haired glory at a nearby flower shop.

He gives you a small wave when he sees you approach. Honestly, he should be given an award for how stubborn he is.

“Hey.” Albedo greets.

“Hey yourself.” you give him an unimpressed look. “I thought I told you to go ahead without me?”

Undeterred by your disapproving gaze, Albedo simply grins. "I'm well aware, Cupcake," he responds. "But I wanted to wait for you. 

Accepting his unexpected gesture, you let out a small sigh and a flicker of appreciation softens your expression. Realizing that Albedo's intentions were rooted in a genuine desire to just be there for you, you find yourself grateful for his presence.

As the two of you set off, a steady, synchronized rhythm forms in your steps. The world around you fades into the background as you both navigate the bustling streets, heading toward the nearest train station. Conversations, mingled with the sounds of passing traffic, weave a tapestry of ambient noise that accompanies your journey.

You playfully bump your shoulder into his, a teasing tone in your voice when you ask. “You missed me, didn’t you?”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, why else would you come to pick me up after my internships finished?”

He huffs, “We saw each other this morning.”

“That doesn’t answer my question, smartass.”

Instead of answering, he brings up the ongoing group project in one of the subjects you share, and you take that as your signal to change the topic.

The two of you begin to exchange ideas and share your perspectives, but in your haste to set up another meeting, Albedo reminds you of the international competition qualifiers taking place tomorrow. 

Ah right. The qualifiers.

Albedo notices the shift in your demeanor as he brings it up. "You'll do just fine," he assures you. "In fact, you're the second smartest person I know."

You raise an eyebrow, casting a skeptical glance his way. "So, I suppose the smartest person you know is yourself?"

He grins mischievously. "Who else would I be referring to?"

You respond with a hint of sarcasm, rolling your eyes. "Well, I appreciate the vote of confidence. But it's not the qualifiers that make me hesitant; it's the Mora I'll have to scrape together if I do qualify."

With the way the organizers allocate the competitions, you could end up staying in Mondstadt or being flown across Teyvat for a few days.

But regardless of the location, you have to compete. If only to please your family. If you fail to qualify, they’ll take it as you neglecting your extracurricular activities. On the other hand, if you prioritize your participation, they may accuse you of losing focus on your studies.

It’s as if you don’t consistently place on top of your batch.

On top of all that, your family pesters you incessantly about when you’ll next visit. You find yourself using the excuse of being occupied with school and competitions, and the phrase “maybe next time” becomes your new mantra. Mercifully, they don’t comment on it, but you know you won’t be able to run away from them forever.

Albedo gives you a questioning look. You know that look in his eyes — it’s that inquisitiveness you’ve grown all too familiar with. Even so, he doesn’t push for an answer

“Honestly,” telling him what’s really going on comes easily. Too easily for your liking, but you’re not gonna dwell too deeply into that. “I’m pretty strapped for Mora. I’m sure you know how expensive these competitions can get.”

“I get where you’re coming from,” Albedo responds. “But I asked the clubs about it earlier this morning, and they said they’re actively seeking sponsors. If luck is on our side, we might even get the privilege of being able to participate without having to pay anything.”

You attempt to mask the visible relief that washes over your face, not wanting to appear overly relieved or dependent. If it all goes right, you might not even have to ask your parents for a single Mora.

The two of you arrive at the bustling train station shortly after.

Albedo turns to you when you get to the station platform, “And here’s where we part ways, Cupcake. I gotta go babysit Klee again.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“I can’t ask that of you. Besides, you probably have at least some responsibilities that await your unwavering attention.”

“Oh come on. I’m the one offering here,” you groan. “Tell you what. If you let me come with you, we can get started on our lab report. I can even help you babysit Klee.”

He gives you a skeptical look, “You can’t possibly mean that.”

You shrug, “Maybe I just miss Klee. You ever think of that, Sunshine?”

“You’re not gonna let this go until I say yes, aren’t you?”

“Well, will you look at that? You do know me after all.”

Albedo simply sighs in response, making his way to the platform, “Come on. If we loiter for any longer, we’re going to miss the next train.”

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summary: it's been two years since you've been reunited with your childhood friend. while your rivalry has blossomed into something friendly, you can't exactly say the same for the way your heart skips a beat whenever albedo so much as looks at you. however, as the pressure to excel in your academics starts to burn you out, it begs the question: how much force can a person endure before they break?

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 . . .

summary — where luma’s crushes find their anonymous account with their down bad tweets.

warnings — anemo boys (minus venti) x oc, albedo x self insert, xingqiu & chongyun x oc, fluff, suggestive content, high school!au, everyone’s in their third/final year, chaos, some will be written, based off manga ‘lovesick ellie’

BOZOS | 5WIRL

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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