★.— a lil fic wips post ༘⋆
aka what’s coming over the next few weeks!
lay back — modern au, qimir x reader x yao, they get high, they fuck nasty, that’s it that’s the plot, double pen going on, ones mean ones needy, like what more could someone want
cyber secrets — modern au, yandere!qimir, best friends to lovers with a slightly dark twist, camgirl!reader, ‘they don’t deserve to look at you so i killed them’ vibes (poss. miniseries)
regardless — modern au cause i’m on a roll with them, businessman!qimir who also might be a little dark and corrupt, exes to lovers, angst to the freaking max, tension, he literally makes his men stalk her so yandere a bit, freak nasty things happening, bad guy soft for her (possible miniseries)
is it a crime — carmy x reader x luca, messy relationships, threesomes, angst, she’s boning one of them and then the other and then both at once wow good for her, set after s3, literally reader and luca being a calm for the storm that is carmy
pretty when you cry — stepbro!patrick zweig, darkish in the sense that both him and reader are fucked up, toxic relationships all around, public smut (possible series)
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Hook (Albedo/Reader) Pt. 1
“A new assistant?” Albedo looked up from his paperwork to give Sucrose his full attention. “What reason would there be for me to need a new one?”
“Ah—well—you see—” She wrings her hands together, eyes darting all around the room and refusing to look fully at him.
Though he is willing to admit the sudden announcement of her saying she found him a new assistant was a small shock, he fully expected it to happen eventually. Sucrose was a woman of her own research category, while his was a much broader spectrum. Sooner or later it would lead to clash or drift, and it seems it was the latter.
It is curious, however, that she already planned this ahead of time. So they’re not sitting in silence, he does a quick inwardly reminder to himself to use body cues for a social interaction. He tilts his head so she can feel encouraged to keep speaking. She gives a moment or two for her to regain the confidence to speak again, but Albedo is a very patient man, willing to wait however long for her to answer.
“Remember when… when I told you I was—ah—going to Sumeru for a big bio-alchemy project?”
Ah, yes. He does remember such a thing, however… “I do. But wasn’t it supposed to be another two months and one week from now?”
“Yes… it turns out that they need my help with it now since the temperature will be rising within the next week or two—and that is exactly what we were needing to start the project.” Sucrose adjusts her glasses and takes her hair to fiddle with it. A nervous tick, he knows, her hands can never stay still. She starts combing her hair as she says, “And—I—well—I know you’re not the biggest fan of socializing—and I mean no offense to it, of course! I—!”
“It’s alright,” he chuckles softly, “I am willing to admit my faults. Social interactions, as you know, are far too draining for me to keep up with on the daily. But may I ask why it pertains to this particular subject?”
Sucrose had begun to braid her hair now, her eyes trained on his boots. “I… I have a friend staying with me. They’re—ah—a pen pal from Sumeru. They’re very kind, and good at talking to people.” Her eyes flicker up to meet his gaze for only a moment before lowering again, focusing on his hands now. “They just recently moved here, only a couple weeks ago. But—I think they’d be a good assistant to you.”
“Interesting.” Albedo strokes his chin, mind already going to several different plans. He’ll obviously have to arrange a meeting with this individual to see if they really will be a good fit for his workstyle, as well as testing their capability in helping him with experiments, deliveries, discussing things with clients or—
Oh—but he’s getting ahead of himself. He looks at Sucrose, asking, “How versed in the art of alchemy would you say they are?”
“Mm… not at all?” Her shoulders hunch up, ears folding back as if she were expecting him to snap at her. He would never do such a thing. Though he is disappointed, he won’t judge a book by its cover.
So he asks instead, “Could you perhaps tell me their skillset, then?”
It takes her a moment to calm the tension in her shoulders, slowly able to look him in the eye by the time she finishes her braid. She begins to undo it, carefully combing out whatever tangles formed as she says, “They’re a painter, actually. Remember the painting in the main hall of the Knights Headquarters—the one of Jueyun Karst? That was theirs.”
Yes, Albedo recalls it. The use of colors and composition was simply enchanting, giving it the ethereal feel the home of the adepti gave. They must have spent many painstaking days working on the piece, for each time Albedo pauses to admire it, he keeps finding more and more details he had previously missed.
“I see, perhaps what some people like to call an ‘art buddy’ is what you are giving me, then?” He asks, a small smile playing on his lips. He can't help but tease at times, knowing full well what her reaction will be every time, but it’s simply become second nature by now.
“Ah—no, no!” Sucrose quickly waves her hands for emphasis. “Well—maybe?” She scratches her cheek. “If you wanted, that is. It’s more—they’re kind, and work efficiently. They may not know much of anything about alchemy, but they can still get certain tasks done that—that you’re too busy to fulfill or simply don’t want to do.” She fiddles with her gloves now, picking at lint. “And you could just do a small trial run, maybe? If it doesn’t work, I’m sure they’d be fine with helping you find a different assistant.”
“Understood. Then do you know when they’re next available? I could arrange a meeting with them where we can interview one another.” He’s already grabbing one of his many spare notebooks and writing down a few questions he’ll ask them.
“They’re actually free for the next week, after just finishing a painting for a client. Maybe… tomorrow, or the day after could be good for you two?” Again Sucrose wrings her hands together, her right ear flicking as a knight walks past the lab.
“That’s perfect, actually.” It’ll give him plenty of time to prepare for such an impromptu social interaction. While it is true he finds himself curious about this friend of hers, speaking to someone new—without knowing who they are or what they’re life aside from Sucrose’s words was almost much more exhausting than it was worth. If they really are good at talking to others, it’ll certainly be a blessing. It’ll give him more time to work on experiments by sending them in his stead unless it were absolutely necessary for him to go.
But, ah, he’s getting ahead of himself again. Best not make such plans before he actually meets them and the deal is sealed between the two of them.
Albedo smiles at Sucrose, saying, “Then—if you wouldn’t mind—could you let them know I’ll be happy to arrange a meeting with them to discuss the requirements, pay, and scheduling.”
“Of course, I’ll go let them know right now!” She perks up, returning his smile with her own and claps her hands together. She begins to walk towards the doorway leading out the lab, before pausing to look at him again. “Would you like me to come back with their answer afterwards?”
“If it’s no trouble, then yes, please. Thank you, Sucrose.” He taps his pen against the paper, writing down another question that comes to mind, eyes flickering to her for a brief moment before back to the paper.
She bids him farewell, hurrying out of the room. Was there a light skip in her step or was that a trick of his eye? Curious. Ah well, he might as well finish putting the questions in his mind onto paper before they vanish forever.
With a soft hum, Albedo gets back to writing, only pausing once as several thoughts cross his mind.
Where would this meeting be held? Should it be a public space or somewhere private? It’s not like he has anything to hide, but would they prefer a more private, business setting or somewhere open and lax? If it were a public setting should he take them to Angel’s Share, Cat’s Tail, Good Hunter, or perhaps the Ancient Winds Cafe that opened up about a month ago?
Do they even drink alcohol? Or do they prefer coffee or tea, or just a simple cup of water? Should he offer to buy them food as well?
Ah, so many variables…
Perhaps he should have asked Sucrose before she ran off. Oh well, he’ll figure something out.
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