#genshin Impact albedo

[sleepymoha]

Sir Pouncelot I miss you every day

[pluvioseprince]

albeby. take good care of him

[erabu-san]

Do you feel bonita

[kkuzushi]

“ 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 ”

✦ 𝗰haracters: sub!albedo x dom!reader

✦ 𝗰w: handjob, sensory deprivation; blindfolding & bondage, sensitive birthmark, fingering (giving), overstimulation, (sort of) public ‘sex’, no pronouns for reader

✦ 𝘄ord count: 1.10k

✦ 𝗻otes: I’ve been missing this pretty boy so much, I just wanna turn him into a moaning mess. TT

Snowflakes fall gently to the ground, slowly covering the mountain with soft snow. The chilly atmosphere was more bearable now, mixed with the crackling sound of the bonfire behind you. The warmth of the fire relaxed your being, exhaustion wearing off from your body.

The stillness of the moment is accompanied with the heavy breathing of a blonde alchemist. The elegant heaving sparked your thoughts, how could someone be so beautiful just by the way their body shudders with every stroke of your hand?

“a-ah..! not so fastm-ngH! ♡” Albedo whimpered, voice cracking slightly as the speed of your hand on his cock surprised him. Despite his pleas of slowing down, his hips bucks onto your palm, wanting to receive more contact.

His head tilts back, if it wasn’t for the blindfold, you’d see the expression he has right now. The delicate appearance of his face mixed with his eyes rolling, oh it was arousing just to think about.

Alas, you have to control the temptation—depriving Albedo of sight to surprise him with every touch you give him. To add to his platter, his wrists are tied behind his back with red ropes, restricting him from breaking free of your grasp.

With his head tilted back, his pale neck was exposed, showing the four pointed star birthmark embedded to his skin. It was a wonderful sight; an eye-catching one at that.

Your head leaned down, lips making contact with his neck, directly on his birthmark. "guhAh~?!" a surprised moan left the chemist’s mouth, losing his sense of sight really leveled up the thrill of your actions.

His neck was showered with kisses, some bites here and there to mark his skin—all of it made Albedo squirm and whimper, his fingers curling inwards till his knuckles turned white.

"If you c-continue.. I'll– mmHNGH! ♡ ♡" His words were cut off as soon as he came on his work desk, making a mess on your palm. Albedo's body trembled with every cum that spilled out of him, whimpering as he tried to suppress his noises.

As he takes his time to calm down, you wipe your hand with a nearby towel before continuing with what you had in mind.

"Let's move on to phase two, shall we?" You asked rhetorically, pushing him down to the table gently, his back arching as if on command. Your hands reached down, caressing the supple skin of his ass.

Albedo laid half his body on the work desk, still breathing quite heavily after his release. The caresses on his rear was comforting to say the least, despite the fact that he can't really know your intentions for the next phase of the experiment.

"‘bedo," you cooed his name, "how many fingers am I holding?" a smile on your lips, it was unseeable but he could hear it directly from your tone.

The question confused him though, he was wearing a blindfold, how would he know?

"What exactly do you mean? I can't se– nghAH–!"

"How many fingers?"

"T-two.."

Two fingers were inserted in his puffy hole, it was tight and wet. You took your time playing around him, eliciting gasps out of his pretty mouth. His ass stays up in the air, slowly going back and forth into your fingers, squelching sounds coming out of it.

Your fingers reach deeper within his walls, causing a breathy whine out of him. A sudden thrust, hitting his prostate, the whine turns to a louder moan. His back arching as your finger curls inwards, his mouth hangs open as you continue ramming the squishy spot.

The alchemist's head throws back as he starts salivating on his desk, legs trembling as he tries to stay sane from the amount of sheer pleasure he's getting from your fingers alone.

Another finger was added, abusing his wet hole before he let out a soft cry, "I'm.. mngh–! gonna cum..! ♡" Cock twitching while ropes of cum shoots out, back arching sharply with his tongue lolling out of his mouth. His entire body flinched as his orgasm lasted for a minute or two, finding the trouble of calming down.

A mere touch on his body causes him to flinch, he’s so sensitive that a slight brush of your fingertips could make him whimper. You grab his left thigh, lifting it up and placing it on the desk, “We’re getting to the end of this experiment,” you hummed.

The anticipation makes him weak, with one leg lifted up, you can see his cock. He was still hard, despite cumming twice already. He feels your hand once more, stroking his tip, emitting a surprised “gAH–!” out of him. As if that wasn’t enough, your fingers entered his hole again.

“W-Wait..! mmNgh hA-Ahh..! Too shenshitiveee!! ♡ ♡” Albedo bites his lower lip, trying to bottle up his moans yet it was futile. Everything felt too good, the stroking on his tip mixed with his hole getting fingered? It was all too much. The alchemist could barely contain himself, his mind was through overdrive with the pleasure you’re giving him.

He was no longer being quiet, his body was almost thrashing as he couldn’t restrain himself. If he wasn’t tied up right now, he’d be clawing the table. hard.

“a-ah! ah! t-too muchhhffghh–it’s too muchggAhH! ♡” The alchemist continued to babble until it turned into incoherent noises along with moans he can’t suppress any longer. His thoughts were fogged up, only thinking about how you’re stroking him with greater pace, three fingers hitting his prostate. He was being overstimulated to his core.

There was no surprise if his voice turned hoarse the next morning, all that matters is he’s enjoying his time, not that he could think of anything else anyway. “ohmmm��� can’t anymorhgg..! chuminggghh–!! ♡ ♡ ♡”

The sluttiest moan came out of Albedo, his cock releasing again on your palm, slowly dripping down the floor. You took your fingers out of his hole to hold his waist, supporting his trembling body from falling down the desk. His back stayed arched, mouth hanging open as he continued to voice out his release. Loud pants came out of the alchemist, feeling the exhaustion hitting his body after three orgasms.

Once his noise dies down, you slowly remove the blindfold on his eyes, revealing the stream of tears now spilling to his cheeks. His eyes were glossy, daze and exhaustion mixed in his expression. “Did you enjoy that experiment?” you murmured yet he gave no reply.

His breath hitched as he gave a slight nod, unable to move too much. The way Albedo acts during his afterglow was amusing, you giggled and kissed his cheek, “Then we can conclude this experiment a success.”

[heizlut]

Overstim/medical kink for albedo? :>

i am on my KNEES for albedo. anything he wants from me i'll be like "yes, sir, daddy, sir🫡" let's make this a lil part 2 of Being Albedo's Assistant shall we?

Being Albedo's Assistant part 2

cw: medical play, body/pussy inspection, overstimulation, slight belly bulge, squirting, creampie, praise

tags: sub fem! reader, soft dom! albedo, he gives a bit of yandere vibes at the end hehe, mostly proofread

nsfw under the cut

m!list here

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It was safe to say your relationship with Albedo had changed for the better since the day he experimented on you, fucking his cock into your sweet pussy for the first time a few days ago. You were giddy as you made your way back up through Dragonspine and into his camp. Albedo had contacted you that morning asking if you would help him with another study on the human body.

Albedo turns his head to the camp entrance when he hears the sound of your footsteps crunching in the snow. A ghost of a smile plays on his lips when you enter, "I'm glad to see you made it safe." You try hard not to blush as images of the last time he experimented with you flashed through you head, "I always do. Don't worry about me so much..." Albedo breaths out a small chuckle, "It's hard not to worry when you're so much more than an assistant to me." Now you're really blushing. Albedo was always straightforward with his words and yet you remained flustered every time he spoke his mind.

He beckons you to him and taps the lab table in front of him, "Come and sit." Your heart and mind races as you wonder what he has in store for you this time. You hoist yourself up onto the table, careful to not knock anything over. Albedo slots himself between your legs and look up at you, "I would like to check over your body and see if there have been any changes since the last time." With him between your legs like that, your poor pussy was throbbing for attention, "What should I do then?" His fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, "Lift up your arms."

Of course you obey, lifting your arms as Albedo removes your shirt and places it nicely behind you on the table. His eyes take in the cute lacy bra you chose to wear and he almost smiles as he looks back up at you, "Interesting choice..." If it weren't for the lilt in his voice, you would think he was mocking you. Albedo runs his fingers across the fabric, taking in the textured feeling, "I like this." You bite your lip, wanting more stimulation, "I wore it for you..." He raises an eyebrow at that, "Hmm..." He pauses for a second then speaks again, "Take it off."

Your breath catches at his words. He wasn't saying it in a domineering or demanding way, but the straightforwardness got to you once again. You undo the clasps on the back of the bra and let it fall forward, then set it aside. Albedo studies your breasts for a moment, intrigued with the way your nipples harden from the cold air that wisped through the entrance of the campsite. His gaze made you feel so aware of yourself. You wanted to cover up but he had his reasons for doing what he was doing and you didn't want to interfere if this was part of his study.

Albedo reaches forward and gently runs the pad of his thumb across your nipple, "Fascinating..." He gives your breast a gentle squeeze and moves his other hand to your other nipple, rolling it between his fingers. Your breathing picks up from the gentle stimulation and arousal begins to pool between your legs. Your reaction doesn't go unnoticed by him and he meets your eyes with a slight smirk.

Albedo doesn't say a word before he leans forward and captures your nipple in his mouth. You suck in a breath when he sucks and his tongue swirls around the sensitive bud. He gives a harsh suck before pulling away with a wet pop and looking up at you again, "How was that?" You gawk at him, trying to collect your thoughts to answer such a question, "...Good. It felt nice..." Albedo smiles slightly and pinches the wet nipple as he takes the other in his mouth, giving it the same treatment, then pulling back once again to admire his work.

He locks eyes with you for a moment, til he moves his gaze to your pants and gestures towards them, "Let's take these off as well." You lift your hips, allowing Albedo to pull off your pants and undergarments together. After setting those aside, he places his hands on your thighs and pushes them apart. Albedo kneels down, now eye-level with your glistening pussy. His focused gaze on your cunt makes you want to squirm and shut your legs.

Albedo takes his thumbs and spreads your pussy open; your hole so wet with your arousal and your clit felt needy for stimulation. He runs his finger through your slick and then looks to you, “All this just from a little bit of stimulation to your breasts?” He’s genuinely asking but the way he says it sounds again as though he’s mocking you. Your hole clenches around nothing from this and Albedo is quick to notice. A tiny smirk curls on his lips, “Did you like what I asked?”

His probing questions made you heat up in humiliation and pleasure and you simply nod. Albedo straightens up and makes a few notes in his notebook, leaving you bare and spread out on his table where anyone could walk in at any time if they chose to visit his campsite. He sets his notebook down and kneels down again. Albedo’s eyes search your half-lidded ones, “Let’s continue.”

Albedo presses his thumb down on your clit making you gasp, “Extra sensitive today…”, he mutters to himself. He sucks two of his fingers into his mouth, wetting then with his saliva before he pushes them inside of you, drawing a cute moan from your lips. His fingers pump in and out, curling up to your sweet spot which has your hands clutching his shoulders. Albedo removes his fingers, making you whine. He scissors his fingers in front of his face, watching with intrigue as your slick forms a clear string connecting his fingers, “Thicker than usual… Are you ovulating?”

The question catches you off guard and your eyes widen, “I.. um” You clear your throat awkwardly and speak quietly, “Yes..” Albedo’s eyes light up and you wish you had the power to read his mind. He collects your slick from his fingers and lets it drip and form a tiny puddle into a clear, circular sample container, “Good..very good.” He sets the container aside and spreads your fluttering pussy open once more. You let out a little mewl when his tongue prods at your hole. Your arousal coats his tongue as he eagerly laps it up.

His tongue makes it way to your sensitive clit, licking circles as he sucks it into his mouth with delighted hum. The vibrations added to the stimulation he was already giving you had you tangling your fingers in his fluffy blonde hair, "'Bedo.. fuck-" Your words morph to a cry of pleasure, your face scrunching up as Albedo's tongue increases it's rhythm. Your legs shake as you reach your end; the grip you have on his hair must be painful but he doesn't show it, too lost in the taste of you.

When your orgasm begins to subside, his eyes meet yours. His lips were shining with a mix of your arousal and his own saliva as he gives a gentle smile, "That was good, but I'm afraid I'm not done quite yet..." Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you try to regain your bearings and question him. The feeling of his fingers prodding your entrance has the haziness of your mind cleared right away, "Wait, Albedo-" Your words go ignored as his fingers push in and immediately curl up to that sensitive spot inside of you that has your vision going fuzzy and your mouth opens in a silent moan.

Albedo kept curling his fingers repeatedly as he pushed them inside of you, feeling great satisfaction when your pussy clenches around his fingers over and over. You feel a new kind of knot forming inside of you and your eyes snap open as you try to squirm away, "No, no, stop. I think I'm gonna-" But one final press up into that spot has you squirting. The clear liquid covers his hand, dripping down his wrist and down his forearm. Albedo has a wild look on his face, even managing to breathe out a satisfied chuckle, "Incredible..."

You whimper from overstimulation when he removes his fingers and brushes his thumb over your clit. You feel tingly and fuzzy, legs trembling slightly still when you hear the sound of clothes rustling. You blink a couple times and when you finally focus, Albedo is tugging his hardened cock and lining up with your spent hole. His turquoise eyes meet yours and he uses his free hand to caress your cheek, "Relax for me..." His gentle voice fills your head and you release a breath. Albedo gives a small smile, "Good girl."

He pushes his length inside your warm, wet walls with a breathy grunt. His eyes shut tight with focus as your pussy envelops his cock so perfectly. You reach for him, wrapping your arms around him and bury your face into the crook of his neck. The action has him smiling again and he presses a kiss to your temple, "I'm going to move now." You only whimper in response, clutching him tighter as Albedo begins to move his hips, still feeling greatly overstimulated from his previous work on you. His cock drags along your wet walls and he thrusts forward, hard. The tip bullying the deepest parts of you as he begins an overwhelming pace.

Albedo reaches under your thighs and holds them up with his arms as his balls slap against your ass with each thrust. The new position has him even deeper inside of you, an outline of his cock bulging against your lower abdomen. Albedo gets that wild look again when he sees, "Look how deep you take me. You're swallowing me up so well..." You look down, seeing the bulge move up and down as he fucks into you a little faster now. The sight makes you clamp down on his cock, his name falling so prettily from your lips.

He releases one of your legs, only to begin rubbing your clit in quick motions with the pad of his thumb, "Cum for me one more time, beautiful." With the feverish thrusts and the way he rubs at your clit, your eyes roll back and you let out the most beautiful sounding moan in his ear as you come undone for the third time. The increase of wetness from your cum fills the cave with lewd squelching and the slapping of skin and against skin.

Feeling the way your pussy flutters around his cock as he fucks your arousal back into you has him tumbling over the edge himself. With a particularly rough thrust, his hot cum fills you up. He desperately hopes its going straight to your womb. His spent cock pulsates inside you as he comes down from his high. Heavy breaths fills the space between you as you finally raise your head to look at him.

Albedo is enamored by the way you look; looking so fucked out and blissful. You expect him to remove himself from you, but he stays. You give him a questioning look, too tired to speak. Albedo just smiles softly at you, "Did I forget to mention the last part of my study?" He kisses your lips so sweetly then pulls back just enough that his lips still graze yours as he speaks in a husky tone and half-lidded eyes, "The final part of the study is to be sure that I can effectively reproduce."

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a/n: baby daddy albedo?

[sarahsartistportfolio]

Some MORE sagau since my last post did some numbers and its given me confidence which feels nice.😌

This is completely self indulgence. And because it is the "you" referred to here is female. Slight yandere vibes but my intention was not cult au.

Albedo is the first to notice the unusual amount of shooting stars in the sky. There's never been this many meteorites in such a short span of time. Especially in Mondstadt. As Albedo observes another cluster of stars through his telescope, he notices this time the stars aren't all a bright white but of many different colors. Purple, gold, green and blue. Albedo notes how the sky melts and bends into these different colors too. Its all so strange but fascinating to him. He keeps his eye on the horizon, takes notes, but holds onto hope none of this spills any bad news.

Its Venti who catches you falling from the sky. Of course its him. It has to be him, at least he tells himself this. Its Venti who lays your head in his lap as anxiety and confusion reflects on his face. He gently runs his fingers over your forehead, brushing your hair out of the way. Only to see the sallow cut on your head leaking glittering golden blood. His hand flinches back as he thinks "They've arrived." He delicately holds you in his arms, as his thoughts race through taking you to the seven, which he assumed is the safest option. When you open your eyes. Your brain is fuzzy and your eyes are heavy but you can still make out Venti's visage. "Venti?" Your horse and rough voice manages, but you speak his name in more so disbelief. You let this stranger hold you as your arms are far too weak to push him away. And its Venti whose heart races as he realizes hes the first person you see. The first name you ever speak in Teyvat. His grip tightens as he swears to himself to keep you safe, to watch over you until your full power returns. "You...you really smell like apples." You smile weakly at him, body leaning into his embrace, closing your eyes enjoying the warmth he radiates. "You really do smell like apples." you repeat and Venti. is. beaming.

Venti becomes your comfort in this new world you've been thrust into. You find yourself hiding behind him when you're introduced to new people, holding his hand whenever you're anxious. Venti becomes quite proud that you seek out his presence so much. When you do start to become more brave, venturing out of Mondstadt, spending more time with Zhongli, Ei and Nahida. Venti finds himself becoming uncharacteristically jealous. His grip on you is never tight but it shows through his "You'll leaving already?" and "There's no reason to travel to Liyue/Inazuma/Sumeru ect you can do that here in Mondstadt." He treasures wearing the title of your first and closest friend and doesn't want anyone to replace him. And as you sit with him in the tavern again, making sure he fulfills his promise of writing a song for you, he finds himself getting terribly distracted by your eyes. Hoping he could become more than your dearest friend.

Venti's worship is friendly, playful, almost suffocating but in a good way.

Its Zhongli who becomes your second shadow. As soon as the overexcited bard announces your arrival to the present archons his heart skips a beat. Century after century he has heard stories of your power, your beauty, your grace. And some how he has lived long enough to see you in the flesh. His heart is racing as he waits for you to enter the room. And when you do, your hand in Venti's as he cheerfully introduces you to the geo archon. Zhongli's eyes widen for just a split second before he calmly attempts to regain his composure. He bows low, elegantly, although his knees threaten to give way. "Welcome back your grace." Your presence is otherworldly, ethereal. Your eyes bleed into the ever changing colors of the sky. And while maybe for a short time in the beginning Zhongli questioned himself, why you would return in such a small weak form. But that thought quickly left him, the longer he heard the unwavering kindness in your voice and the warmth of your smile. He was convinced he saw celestia its self within you.

Any and every time you step into Liyue, Zhongli is by your side. Even when your not in his country Zhongli still makes his presence known. Ever so observant and thoughtful. Helps you learn the names of people and places. Patiently tells you stories of the past over a hot cup of tea. Ever so patient Zhongli. When you playfully, nervously, confess you're a little intimidated by him. He waits. As long as you need. For you to initiate conversation, for you to stand closer to him, for you hold his arm as you take a walk through the city. And even as you continue to favor that childish drunken bard, Zhongli knows you would choose him. Maybe not today, but he will keep trying. Patiently demonstrating the upmost consideration so when the time comes for you to choose a spouse you will choose him. Zhongli convinces himself that out of the seven its him who deserves to be by your side. The patiently, gentleman Zhongli, will capture your heart, because who else deserves to spend eternity by your side.

Zhongli's worship is attentive, respectful, quietly fiercely loyal.

When Childe overhears the other fatui members whispering "There are rumors the god of Teyvat has arrived in Mondstadt. Taking on the form of a beautiful young woman." he stops dead in his tracks, eyes widening. He stops the informant demanding more details. Its Childe who has to show the most restraint in his entire life when the you agree to meet with the fatui harbingers. Your expression cold as you greet each member, your voice curt and short not entertaining a longer conversation. Childe has to fight back a grin when he first sees you and hears your voice. The sound immediately familiar to him. His heart racing, fingers twitch to touch you, hold you, to thank you over and over again. When your eyes finally land on him your expression quickly changes. You smile brightly, "Childe" you call his name is such an affection manner it makes his knees weak. The sweet sound throwing his mind back to when your warmth surrounded him in that dark pit. He finds himself dropping to knees before he even thinks, his head low and gaze to the floor to hide the tears threatening to slip. "The Fatui await your every command your grace."

Childe becomes your friend, easily, naturally. Even if you can not remember comforting him in the abyss. The other harbingers are completely dumbfounded why out of all of them you choose to spend all your time with Childe. And Childe is so prideful about it. He becomes infatuated with you. Learns every little thing about you. Falls in love with you. His world seems lighter, brighter whenever he speaks with you. He becomes addicted to your laughter. Wants it all to himself. Starts to imagine what it be like to be yours, your only. And when you return his feelings, he's elated. And Childe doesn't believe he'll ever let you go, he cant, not when he finally has you in the flesh. No he can't see his life without you in it and he'll keep it that way. No matter what or who threatens his happiness.

Childe's worship is possessive, selfish, brazen, bloodthirsty and warm like a fire comforting you on a cold winter's night.

One more below!

SIKE but no keep reading please

I'm currently in the middle of making some genshin related art and if that interests you maybe you can take a look at my instagram 👉👈

I'm also going write a NSFW sagau piece next. Which will include Xiao(and Venti again, really suddenly have fallen hard for him)🥰 this is my first time dipping my toes into writing characters that are not OCs so I'm trying🙇‍♀️

[vxnuslogy]

– 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.

icarus is a fool in love.

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

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.

[yuyinesque]

KREIDEPRINZ | “𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝗈𝖻𝗃𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾.”

⚘ précis. ≡ he was a little curious as to how the female anatomy reacts to arousal; you were the individual that incessantly muddled his mind with this idea. because of this, he managed to charm you into laying you down on his table and taking his fingers in order to conclude a few factors.

⚘ disclaimers. ≡ afab!reader; sub!reader x top!albedo, finger-fucking/excessive clit play, overstimulation, implied pussy worshipping, pussy studying, edging, squirting, gentle praise, albedo’s simply playing dumb with you.

⚘ category. ≡ nsft smut drabble/headcanons.

⚘ wc. ≡ 1.5k.

𖦥 m.list. oc.list.

𖤥 The holder of Princeps Cretaceus, mm mm mm… anywayyy — This little chalk-based AI is a little too curious for his own good. I believe that you had to been not only aesthetically interesting to the eye, but have a mind of wisdom in order to have such an obsessive interest towards you. With this mind, it’s only a matter of time before he uses you as both a subject and a partner for his experiments, with your consent, of course, for you have an adoration towards him as well. (Un)fortunately, this only set you up for failure, for he was beginning to wonder how you would look in various positions.

𖤥 Now, I may not know much about Albedo, but I’m sure that an enabler would provoke these said thoughts. This said “enabler” is no other than you, the individual who is incapable of holding back their feelings for someone who could read you like a book, ESPECIALLY because he’s been studying you since you carry such a mysterious intensity within you.

𖤥 Hell, he may be an AI, but because of this he’s beyond stupid. It’s clear at times that you’ve been experiencing arousal, but he was unsure as to if you were experiencing it because of him specifically. Besides, he didn’t want to outwardly just ask without any context. Not only that’s an intimate question, but he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, let alone scare you off, now suffering from rejection. Still, the idea couldn’t be left undiscovered, I fear… Really, this whole thing is not about him studying it because he was clueless, he not only wanted a confirmation, but ponder about how YOU would behave if aroused … like like like like like listen-

𖤥 “I must take into account factors such as your temperature, texture, and contractions per minute after each orgasm,” He would divulge as his pallid fingers plunged deeper into your clenching hole, one that was greedily memorizing the taste of his skin to the point where it was her favorite dessert. His statements were definitely rhetorical and you knew it, seeing as you were incapable of formulating comprehensible words with the way he was finger-fucking you without any reasonable restraint bounding his actions. He was destined to complete his experiment, and he was sure that you were on your thirteenth- fourteenth clench. “As long as I have your approval, I do not believe that I’m overstepping any boundaries. You do agree, right Y/n?”

𖤥 NAAA LEMME COOK? HEAR ME OUT!!!

🧷 𝓗ad you haven’t been in a predicament where you could formulate appropriate thoughts, let alone speech that didn’t involve loud, lecherous blubbers, you would’ve retorted with an impish smile with corresponding titter, seeing as he was simply being careful despite his monotonous tone. It’s merely impossible to strangle out a few words since you were practically hyperventilating from overstimulation; there was quite literally never been a time where you’ve felt this overwhelmed during an experiment. Albedo is very considerate of your safety.

He claims that this would be safe as well: Sketching down a memorable image of your pretty pussy rapaciously contracting for his fingers, though instead he decided to use his fingers to polish your clit with vast zeal, earning a pearlescent drool of cum to cascade from your hole. He noted that he should add a glimmering adaptation to accentuate how the rushing river of cum titillate under the pale LED light, also the image of your fingertips delving into your plush thighs as you attempted to keep them up for as long as possible. Albedo however sighed in misfortune at this observation, especially at the way your thighs palpitated endlessly; there was only a matter of time until your body were to finally give into exhaustion. You were only human, after all. Therefore, he made sure to assert underneath his sketch of you that the three components were completed.

One: Temperature. How hot could it get? Normally the temperature inside the vaginal canal equates to a high fever when not aroused, but how hot does yours get during both stages? Unfortunately, Albedo was unable to determine the temperature during its natural stage, for you were already unbearably drenched before he could even give your pussy the time of day, tainting the steel table with the voracious drooling since she terribly craved him inside of her. He also concluded that utilizing a thermometer during the session would possibly bring down your mood (or heighten it, considering that he also noticed that you’re very fond of edging as much as overstimulation). He wondered if he should ask to take its temperature after he cleans everything up, but it wouldn’t correlate with his initial hypothesis.

Two: Texture. Generally speaking, the inside has an identical texture to the inside of your cheeks but… he still wanted to finalize that it stays that said texture before, during, and after sexual activity. Albedo certainly has definitely used his tongue to poke at the inside of his cheek while curling his fingers deep inside of you, carefully massaging your spot as your squeals sang saccharine tunes, whispering poetic praises that caused your noises to induce and circulate throughout the vast vicinity. As anticipated, the resemblance is there, but your walls were softer, but that could be because of how inundated you are. It was another uncompleted draft that he had to address on another occasion; it was beginning to miff him, though at least you were willing to trust him in one of your most vulnerable states.

Three: Contractions. Would it be too selfish for him to wonder how many times you’ll clench before each orgasm? Surely it was quite the push, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that’ll be the last time the two of you would perform something so intimate, therefore it’s best to have most if not all of his questions answered before departure. Not only has he determined how many times you’ve clenched before each orgasm, also determining that the number accumulates the more you cum, he’s estimated that you’ve contracted much more without his fingers rather than with them. Was it due to your acts of desperation? Yes, of course, that he figured as much, and he found the ideal flattering and promising, or even exciting. He could proudly deem that you were one of his favorite experiments yet, and truly desired more of you in different positions in later references.

And Ideally, Four: En–

“‘Bedo, Beh- ff-uh.. fuckfuckfuckfuck- please!” His train of calculations and concentration was vengefully disrupted by the guinea pig in question: you. The one who sobbed out hardly comprehensible beseeches in hopes Albedo has finally calculated enough data to grant you the opportunity to fucking breathe without hiccuping and choking on saliva. The one whose cum spluttered erotically out of their pussy, their juices acting as a varnish on your tumescent lips in order to preserve such finest chef-d'œuvre, and giving the steel table a shrine that’s never been achieved before. The one whose left leg was occasionally being pried away from their right by the alchemist’s gloved hand, seeing as he couldn’t help but feel selfishly miffed at the fact that they’re incapable of keeping them open for the sake of the hypothesis. However, it’s safe for the two of you that this experiment will require addressment… over a few shots, of course.

“What perfection…” Albedo’s cerulean blooming eyes eased with awe as he watched your writhing body twitch and writhe with each time he thrust his fingers inside you, but even when he decided to slow down a little, you were still too sensitive to inure the overbearing pleasure, therefore he decided to stop altogether by finally retracting his pallid fingers that were submerged with a thick ivory. For a moment he had the intrusive urge to give you a taste, but he already broke one of his promises, which was to go easy on you. “The moons surely favor you, don’t they?”

Your mind was too muddled to even comprehend the fact that he was praising you at the moment; you were still trying to find a way to close your legs without any more exertion, let alone rid the seething pain between them. Surely you weren’t complaining, but you were just as shocked as him. Rarely does he lose himself, especially during something of importance. “Perhaps I was being too edacious… it was never my objective to test your endurance … This was my mistake.”

With a sigh that could only disclose disappointment, he stood up from his chair after using a cloth to wipe his fingers clean. Then, while his expression still mordantly stoic, he gently lifted one of your legs to place them on his shoulder, cautiously wiping you down, squeezing your knee reassuringly when you jolted and whined when he began dapping your numbing clit with the cloth.

“We should conduct this on a later date, I'd say… next week. Certainly after your convalescence.. That way the both of us may conclude how well your body responds to penetration.”

yuyinesque | translate with permission & peruse without theft.

[tricksrabbit]

Art by @SP0I0ppp

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[jokemato]

so… Albedo are you free on friday night bc i'm free on friday night for a date, you know on friday night

[ruumuf]

So. Saw someone on twitter drew their blorbos eating together n can't help but hop in

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[nanashi-art]

another work for genshin impact zine!! i love albedo feel like surpassed all my previous drawing skills with this https://vk.com/genshin_impact_zine

[erabu-san]

Happy Albedo's day

[noblecrumble]

Albedo doodles ✨🙏

[heizlut]

Being Albedo’s Assistant

read part 2 here

cw: none

tags: assistant f!reader, soft dom!albedo (?), use of aphrodisiacs, no use of y/n

detailed nsfw under the cut (i only say this as there is slight nsfw before the cut)

check out my masterlist here!

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Being Albedo’s assistant had many perks. Not only did you get to watch him work on intriguing experiments and listen to his various theories, you got to see a side of him you’re sure no one else did. You always looked up to Albedo, so when he finally acknowledged your own talent for alchemy and invited you to study under him, you happily accepted with no questions asked. Which leads you to where you are now, body heating up from the aphrodisiac you had agreed to take for the sake of his study on the human body and it’s reactions to various intimate stimulation.

Albedo looks up from his notebook, noticing how you shift slightly and fiddle with the hem of your shirt, “How do you feel right now? Has the aphrodisiac begun affecting you already?” You bite your lip and nod, “I feel really hot and.. sensitive.” Albedo approaches you and places the back of his hand against your forehead, “Your temperature surely has gone up…” He lowers his hand, studying you for a moment, “You say you’re sensitive… Where exactly are you feeling this?”

You blush as the words struggle to come out of your mouth. Albedo presses a finger against your cunt, a subtle smile on his face when he feels just how wet you are through your panties, “Here?” You let out a small noise and nod. He lets out a satisfied hum and moves his hand again to pinch one of your nipples through your shirt, causing you to gasp slightly, “And here?” You bite your lip, “Mhmm…” Albedo turns and makes a couple notes in his notebook before turning back to you, “Then let’s take care of that, shall we?”

Albedo really wanted to take his time with you, but he couldn’t help himself from practically tearing your clothes right off your body. He presses hungry kisses to your lips, his hands exploring your heated body, squeezing and teasing. You pant as he begins to kiss down your neck, letting out a particularly loud moan when his tongue swipes at your pulse point. He smirks against your neck, licking and nipping at the same spot just to hear your pretty noises again, “Seems I’ve found another particularly sensitive spot.” You tangle your fingers in his hair as he continues kissing downward til he reaches your erect nipples. His hot mouth envelopes one, his tongue swirling around it as he pinches the other between his fingers. The sensations were intensified thanks to the aphrodisiac he had you consume, causing you to reach your first orgasm without him even having to stimulate your clit.

Albedo pulls back at the sound of your hitching breath and looks at your already dazed expression, “Did you.. Cum already?” You blush at the fact that you really did just cum practically untouched and he smiles softly making a mental note to write that down later, “Interesting…” He then lifts you up, placing you on top of his alchemy table, not caring that the papers were getting disorganized and tests tubes were clattering to the ground.

He kneels down in front of your aching core, spreading your legs gently as he takes in the absolutely delicious sight of your soaked cunt. “A-albedo.. please” you squirm, feeling a little embarrassed by his lingering gaze. He smiles innocently up at you, “Sorry, it’s just.. You’re stunning.” Hearing those words come from him was a rarity. Although he almost never expressed it, he was truly smitten for you. His smart and incredibly beautiful assistant. He wastes no more time, leaning forward and pressing soft kisses to your clit before licking a stripe up your slit.

Your breath hitches and you grab onto his soft hair, pushing him for more. Albedo smiles against your cunt as his takes his time licking up your arousal, “Tastes like the stars..” he mutters as he sucks on your clit. He pushes a finger into your cunt as he peeks up at your blissed out expression. He hums against your clit as he pumps his finger in and out of your dripping center, satisfied that he’s making you feel so good and secretly hoping that it’s not just the aphrodisiac making you so receptive to his ministrations. Your grip tightens as you moan out his name, “Albedo.. please…Need more…”

He smirks as he pulls away from your aching cunt, watching as it clenches around nothing when he removes his finger. He stands up, leaning forward, pressing his soft lips to yours once more and whispers against your lips, “I can give you more.” He tugs his pants down, freeing his throbbing cock from its tight confines as he gives it a few pumps. He lines himself up with your entrance but pauses, looking into your eyes, “Let me know if this hurts.” You nod once and he begins to push his length into your warm, tight hole. He throws his head back, letting out a broken groan from deep in his throat and he feels your walls squeeze around his cock, “So tight… So.. Perfect.”

Albedo allows you a moment to get used to the feeling, when you suddenly grab onto his hips and look up at him with pleading eyes, “Please fuck me, Master Albedo.” Archons, the title makes his cock twitch inside you and he wastes no more time as he fucks himself into you. His cock hitting your cervix with each thrust has you squirting all over his cock, “Hah… Albedo.. fuck” He fucks you slow and hard through your orgasm as he chases his own high, “Feels so good. Better than I had ever imagined.” You barely process the fact that he had in fact imagined this scenario with you before as you wrap your legs around his waist pulling his close you to. He leans down, his chest against yours as he presses hungry kisses against your swollen lips, swallowing up all your moans and cute noises. It doesn’t take long for him to release his load inside of you. Albedo stills himself inside of you, relishing in his orgasmic bliss. You look into each others eyes with total adoration, breathing heavily as you both come down from your high.

Albedo slowly pulls out of you, pulling a whimper from you due to overstimulation. He tugs his pants up and grabs a cloth, gently cleaning you up. After he’s done, he studies your tired, yet absolutely beautiful figure, “How do you feel?” You gaze up at him, your vision slightly blurred as you only manage to let out a satisfied hum in response. Albedo chuckles softly at the state you’re in, finding it rather endearing and wraps a blanket around you, “If you don’t mind, I would like to continue with this experiment later. There are more things I would like to discover.” How could you possibly say no?

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a/n: god the things i would let this man do to me… i need to be put in horny jail. this will probably become a mini series😚

[rukkiya]

slipping from my fingers

(albedo x reader)

꒰part 2 to don’t look down ໒꒱

don’t let go

his fingers dig into your forearm, gripping you tightly through his glove.

don’t you dare let them fall

he feels his arm burn, like it’s on fire. the force of holding you and his clone was straining his shoulder, but he couldn’t care less.

you can’t let them go

the voice booming in his head screams and so does he as he feels his shoulder slowly dislocating, popping from its socket. But still, he can’t let this happen.

“let me go.” you whisper. He hears you though his agonizing yell, his eyes becoming blurry in seconds at the mere thought.

“I would never.” He grits through his teeth, using his other arm holding onto the sharp rock to pull himself back a bit, only to slide forward due to the slippery snow.

“albedo please-“

“NO!” He grips your arm harder. “I-I can’t do that.” He feels the warm trail of the fresh tears trailing down his cheek.

You look him in his eyes, his glossy wide eyes and feel warmth spread through your chest.

You’ve never seen him cry, never seen him look so scared.

You feel his tear hit your face and you move your arm.

“Don’t, y/n please.” He hiccups, he feels light headed, he feels scared, he wants to bring you up and keep you safe, apologize for how he acted and never let you go.

I dont want to die. You think as you look up at him

“albedo,” you smile at him and he feels his body go numb.

Why are they looking at me like that?

“I love you.” You whisper, pressing your foot against the cliffs slope, tugging your arm as you did so.

Laughter floods your ears from below you, albedo’s clone looking up at you with excited eyes.

“You are so compliant, you disagreed with this experiment at first but look at you now! You’re wanting to see the results too. I can see why albedo is so drawn to you now!” The clone throws his head back as he starts pulling you down more himself.

“No, no no no y/n no please don’t do this.” Albedo pleads, more fresh tears falling onto your face.

You know he won’t be able to lift you up with his clone clinging to you, you know what has to be done.

I don’t want to leave him. You feel your own eyes brimming with tears as realization hits.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, kicking the ledge harder this time as everything slows down.

Albedo’s face falls immediately, feeling your arm slip from his fingers.

He doesn’t hear the gut wrenching scream that comes out of his mouth but he feels his throat burn, his whole body burn.

You hear his scream and can’t bring yourself to look away from him. This is it.

I’m going to die

It hits you when you feel your body free falling.

I won’t be able to see him again

You can’t see his face anymore, you never wanted to leave him, not like this.

You still feel the weight of albedos clone behind you, dragging you down faster.

I don’t want to go

Everything stops, the sound of wind rushing past you, the sound of laughter coming from behind you, and your racing heart. You feel peace for a fleeting second then everything goes dark.

Albedo doesn’t even think twice, his legs race down the mountain to where you would’ve landed.

No no no no no no

He can’t feel his own body.

He makes it to the bottom of the trail and slips, feeling his throat burn from crying and heaving for air as he ran.

His head whips in all directions and he sees your coat in the far middle of the pile of snow.

He stills.

He holds his breath.

He’s too scared to see what’s happened.

Are you breathing?

You’re human, a fall like this could be fatal he knows but he also knows you, you wouldn’t let this be what takes you right?

Right?

He reluctantly steps forward, eyes not moving from where you lay.

The outline of your figure becoming more apparent.

Your hair was sprawled out on the snow, from where he stands it looks like you’re sleeping. If anything it looks like he came home from a long day out and found you napping on your shared bed.

The only problem was he couldn’t see the rise and fall of your chest.

You weren’t breathing.

His legs almost give out again when makes it to where you lay.

His clone was no where to be found, no traces of him even here to begin with.

“Y/n?” He whispers, vapor escaping his lips as he brings his gloved had to wipe the tears.

“Y/n love, please open your eyes.” He kneels and grabs your hand.

He feels his bottom lip tremble at the weight of your hand in his, your hand was awfully cold.

His eyes scan over your body, nothing seems broken, there’s no sings of any blood either. Maybe you just passed out because of shock, that’s it, right?

“I didn’t mean it, you never were a bother. You’ve never been.” He pushes the hair from your face back and closes his eyes.

He removes one of his gloves and his fingers touch your wrist, expecting the impossible.

No pulse.

“You always take such good care of me and I-“ he gently lays your arm down, removing his other glove with his teeth then adjusting himself over you.

“Im always so busy and can never find the time to repay you for what you do for me but I want you to know that I appreciate eachthing you’ve done. Since the day we met you’ve bought so many new things into my life.” He positions both hands on your chest, looking down at you as more tears fall free.

“So there’s no way I’m letting you leave me like this, archons no.” He pushes down hard, with all his might he pushes down.

“Come on.” He huffs, feeling the snow stick to your clothing making you feel all the more cold.

Wake up wake up

“I know you can wake up.” He rasps, lump getting caught in his throat as he pushes down harder.

“Don’t leave me alone.” He pushes again and you slip further down in his hold making his fist slam on the snow.

Your face looks so peaceful but he knows the horrible truth of it all.

Besides the red puffiness around your eyes from when you were crying or your parted slightly chapped lips he knows you’re no longer here. The more he stares down at your lifeless body the more his thoughts become more and more reckless.

“Y/n wake up.” He lays you down, laying next to you.

This feels too familiar, he expects you to open your eyes and grumble something under your breath or laugh and turn away like you usually do but you don’t. You don’t even move.

He feels his bottom lip start to tremble at the mere thought.

“Please.” He whisperes. Bringing you close by your head to lay against his chest to warm you up but he feels something warm seep through his fingers.

He stills too scared to look down at his hands.

But he does so anyways, seeing the ugly dark red substance staining his bare hand.

Your blood.

Your blood on his hands.

The color looking unsightly among the pearly white snow surrounding you both.

He feels the bile rise in his throat.

“look what you’ve done!” laughter echos next to him, he whips his head in the direction it’s coming from.

“as alchemists we both get obsessed with seeing our outcomes, you should know better than anyone right albedo?” his clone speaks from right besides him. The clone had come out of no where.

albedo only looks down at you, seeing more blood spilling from your head then looks back up to his clone.

“you understand so surely no hard feelings. anyways what was it that you old them just before this all happened?” he clicks his tongue, placing his index finger and thumb on his chin.

“oh right! That they ruined all your hard work, look think of it this way, now they won’t ruin a thing-“

albedos clone jumps back, fresh deep cut along his chest as he clutches his hand over it tightly.

“almost got me! your more skilled with the sword then i had imagined!” the clone laughs.

“stop.” Albedo grits, now standing. He tried to strike the clone down in one swift motion not wanting to hear another word come from this freaks mouth. He grips the hilt of his sword tightly. He meant to end the clones life but failed, his swing wasn’t precise due to his shoulder being dislocated earlier.

“You didn’t appreciate them, not the way I would’ve.” The clone kneels near you, hand reaching your way but albedo swings again leaning down to you.

“Don’t you dare touch them.” He glares making his clone laugh louder.

“It’s not fair for you to be such a way. I had to show you what it feels like to be me. You have it all, friends, family and place to call home. You had a lover but you didn’t appreciate them. I had to do what was meant to be done.” The clones face falls expressionless as he explains.

“Why not come for me instead? Why them of all?” Albedo questions, pulling you near him again. Your body temperature dropped even more.

“Why not me?” He asks again.

“What is it that you feel?” The clone asks, sitting in front of albedo.

The blood spilling from the clone made albedos face scrunch up. Why was the clone still alive? The clone seems unscathed too, we’ll despite the gash in his chest now.

“It hurts.” Albedo whispers.

If he had just let you stay while he finished up, this never would’ve happened. If he never blew up on you from such a small thing you’d still be alive.

“It hurts.” Albedo repeats feeling fresh tears come down his face seeing them land onto your face.

“Exactly.” The clone grunts, getting up and dusting himself off. “That’s what I’ve been feeling for years living in your shadow.” He grunts, leaning over a bit to stop the blood flow from his chest.

“It’s great to see we both can experience the same emotions.” The clone smiles down at albedo.

“Bring them back.” Albedo, puts his sword down, lifting you in his arms and holding you close.

He knows he asking for the impossible.

“That’s impossible.” The clone takes slow steps to where albedo sits with you in his arms.

Leaning down to pick up the sword that albedo was holding.

“You must live with this pain just like I do.” He whispers near albedo, making albedo reach down next to him only to feel snow come in contact with his skin.

Albedo turns around expecting to see his clone but nothing. He’s left alone again.

The reality of it all hitting him once again. You’re gone.

you’re dead

“Albedo?” He hears a familiar voice call for him and his head shoots up.

“Over here! I need help!” He calls out and it hits him.

Whoever is on their was will see the state you’re in, they’ll see you pale and cold, they’ll see you dead.

“Albedo? Albedo hello?” They call out again and he freezes, he can’t move.

Y/n is dead

How will he explain, how will he tell them he couldn’t save you.

“Albedo?” It’s much softer this time, coming from his arms and he stops breathing.

“What did you do to me?” His eyes travel down to your face, your eyes are still closed but your voice is ringing in his ears.

“You let me go.” He hears you say, his grip on you tightening as he nods his head no.

No no no it wasn’t me

“No, I- it wasn’t I couldn’t.” He heaves, feeling lightheaded again.

Why is he hearing you?

“Albedo!”

His eyes shoot open as he sits up straight, chest rising and falling rapidly.

His eyes take a second to adjust but he sees the familiar view of his room.

A soft gentle hand lays on his forehead and a familiar scent surrounds him.

“I told you not to overwork yourself, you never listen.” Your voice comes from beside him, grumbling as he turns to look at you with wide eyes.

“When was the last time you slept? Or even hydrated for archons sake you’re paleE AH-“

He pulls you close with so much force it almost knocks the wind out of you.

“what’s gotten into you-“

“you’re here, you’re here? you’re safe?” He exhales, hands tucking you into his neck as he brings you in impossibly closer.

“how’re you? I thought-“

“Albedo hey, look at me.” You pull away feeling his hands trembling too much for him just waking up.

You heard him grumbling in his sleep so you thought you’d wake him just in case.

He looks at you as if you were a ghost but you feel your heart sink when your eyes meet his.

In all your time you’ve known the head alchemist, in all time time you’ve been with him you’ve never seen him cry.

but he’s looking at you, with fresh tears brimming his eyes and fresh tears trailing down his face.

“love what’s wrong? are you ok?” you ask worry flooding you. Your own heart sinking, why was he so distressed? Is he hurt? Is he scared? What was he dreaming of?

“are you in any pain?” You sit down next to him and he reaches for your face.

feeling his skin make contact with yours, feeling the warmth radiating off your face. he felt himself relax, it’s you, you’re alive.

“I just want you to stay here ok.” He asks, big blue eyes staring into yours. His face that is usually hard to read with little to no emotion at times was looking at you In a way that made you feel shy.

“are you ok?” You ask again and he looks down at his chest, remembering the sick feeling he felt, how much it hurt him.

“Yes, I am now.” He nods his head, thumbs softly swiping the apples of your cheeks.

“I was going to run out to grab you medication since you passed out at work earlier, you need to take-“

“No!” He cuts you off, standing up when you get up feeling dreadful overcome him at the thought of you leaving. At the thought of his clone from his dreams getting his hands on you.

“Don’t leave, I’ll take the rest of today off! Tomorrow if I have to aswell. Let’s just stay in tonight, ok?” He gently sits you back down and you stare up at him confused but don’t rebuttal.

You only nod your head seeing him visibly relax again.

“I’m sorry, I’ll take better care of myself, better care of you. But you have to promise me you’ll be safe when I’m not with you.” He grabs both your hands, moving one down to your wrist and feeling your pulse on his fingers.

“Keep your promise and I’ll keep mines love.” You nod your head and he leans down, placing soft kisses all over your face, making you laugh aloud. Filling his ears with what he thought he’d never hear again.

He pulls you closer to him again. Hugging you not wanting to let you go, fearing for what actually could’ve been.

He looks past your bedroom window, an outline of Dragonspine can be seen from where your house is and he squeezes you closer. He cant help but wonder, is there truly someone that evil who takes the form of him out there? If so, he’ll be wary, for everyone he interacts with. Most importantly, with you.

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authors note: hello my lovelies!! ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ oh geez I’m back with another albedo fic bc I needed NEEDED TO WRITE FOR HIM!! I really enjoy writing for pretty alchemist man!but I had to make a part two for this since it’s almost been a year and I promised one- BUT I made it before it hit a full yearLOL (I’m so sorry I took so long to make part two t^t) BUT HERE IT IS!! I left it off on such a big cliffhanger in part one so I do hope part two gives you all the closure you need LOL. I do hope you’re all taking care of yourselfs and staying safe! remember to eat well and drink water hope you all enjoy!!^~^<3 (this was not proof read, apologies for any errors!)

@kaeyasnowflake this if for you hon!! :D you’ve waited far too long thank you for being so patient, I hope you enjoy! <3