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albedo's love language is physical touch and he's a lot more affectionate than he seems

but he doesn't really notice that he's being affectionate

he'll tangle your fingers with his while he writes with the opposite hand

press feather light kisses to your temple or cheeks

but it's completely unintentional, like he's not doing it with the intent of being a sweetheart, he just ... does it

he'll bring your hand to his lips and kiss your fingers almost absentmindedly, and wonder why you're so fidgety and embarrassed

he's totally kissed every part of your hand at some point

palms, finger tips, wrist, knuckles.. just because he can

when you ask why he does this, he'll be genuinely confused

"do you not like it?"

of course you like it, what the fuck .

albedo's behavior suggests that he’s been waiting to do this with someone -- with you -- for a while

you were the piece he was missing, which is why he behaves as though nothing he does is strange or new

yes, he actively seeks out your hand while he's working

you don't stop him from working either, he just really, really, really likes having you around. maybe he won't say it, but you don't ever question it when he brings your hand to his lips again

|Feels Like Home|

Albedo x GN!Reader

[Genshin Masterlist]

word count: 2.1k

summary: Over the course of a seemingly menial day, Albedo finally realises that he's in love with you.

warnings: none! just sheer, tooth-rotting fluff. this has however just been word vomited with no beta so <33

this fic absolutely ran away with me, it was only meant to be the rain scene and then whoops i had 2k words written 😭😭 i just get,,,, very soft for Albedo, apparently. also sof if u see this i pushed to get this finished quicker for u so u could read it ❤

"We're going to get soaked," Albedo complained as you tugged on his hand, pulling him out of his office. He didn't try to let go, though, willingly following you regardless. He would have followed even if you were leading him straight into hellfire. 

"It'll be fun, I promise!" You beamed, a bounce in your step as you guided your partner outside.

The rain was pouring down heavily and Albedo sighed as the front of his hair was almost immediately flattened into his eyes, obscuring his sight. You hadn't fared as well either, but you were already mostly waterlogged from travelling to see him in the first place so it hadn't been as extreme of a difference. 

With heavy hands, he pushed his hair out of his face, letting it slick back against the sides rather than remaining plastered across his forehead. You were already lost in yourself a little further ahead of him, the enthusiasm never once leaving your steps as you bounded through the soaking streets of Mondstat with a gentle laugh. 

Albedo's feet sank against the drenched stone paving, little splashes of water flicking out under the soles of his boots. He spent a moment observing the way that the droplets rippled out from one another, some constructively interfering and causing larger splashes, some pattering out quickly into nothingness. For a while, he was lost in thought as he followed after you, until you finally snapped him back to reality with a little wave of your hand in front of his face.

"We're here," you declared triumphantly, gesturing out into the open space around you. 

You'd taken him all the way towards the cathedral, to the wide open square that housed the towering statue of Barbatos. He noted that the rainwater was cascading heavier from between the open palms of the statue, causing louder and larger splashes on the ground below. You didn't seem to care, eagerly running around in the space with a gleeful whoop as you splayed your arms out in the air and simply just enjoyed the time you were having. 

The downpour hadn't once cleared up and Albedo was certain that you'd have some serious drying off to do in front of a warm fire later to avoid catching a cold. Not that he couldn't just make up a few concoctions to make you feel better if you did get sick, but he decided he'd rather avoid the probability entirely. 

Almost as if to prove his point, a significantly large gathering of water sloshed unceremoniously down from the top of the statue and plopped tremendously atop your unsuspecting head. You let out a yelp of surprise, somehow now even more impossibly soaked through than you already were.

It surprisingly didn't change just how stunning you looked in the moment, though. If anything, the glistening droplets of rain reflecting in the fragments of light peeking through the grey clouds overhead gave you an extra layer of etheralism that had him close to blushing. 

"You're beautiful." He couldn't help himself from making the comment. It was an astute observation, like everything else he had noticed on the walk there. You really were the most breathtaking person he knew, so why wouldn't he let you know?

"Flatterer," you laughed, moving back over to him only to scoop his hands into yours. "Dance with me?" 

"Of course," he obliged. 

Sure, there was no music. That hadn't stopped you before so it certainly wouldn't stop him now.

Albedo wasn't necessarily adept with the concept of dancing, at least not in the traditional sense. His years of training as a swordsman had helped his footwork, naturally, so it wasn't possible for him to falter too badly. It had been a while since he had had a partner as proficient as you, though. Klee managed to keep him on his toes- literally sometimes- by insisting he teach her how to dance and then proceeding to simply drag him around the room a few times, but it was nothing compared to genuinely trying to dance with another person. 

"You don't need to be perfect at this, you know," you let out a laugh as he tried to lead you in a slow waltz. 

"I am aware," he admitted. "But you deserve nothing less."

"Just let yourself have fun, Mr. Perfectionist," you grinned, switching up your movement to pull him into a twirl. 

You were leading him now, dancing him around in a circle past all the bright cecelias that were planted around the foot of the statue. They were almost as pretty to look at as you, but Albedo knew they'd never quite match your elegance and charm. Your hands placed gently on his body, one on his shoulder and the other just over his hip, felt so warm against him. It was a shocking change to the bone-chill he could sense from the damp soaking deep into every single fiber of his being. It was welcome, though, and your touch felt like home to him. 

Home.

He considered "home" to be the land he was created in, the land he no longer got to see. Home was meant to be where you were from, right? So why did you, a person who had let themselves into his life like an absolute whirlwind and consumed his entire being until you were all that was left, feel the exact same way? 

You had become a comfort, not unlike the blissful warmth of settling down before a fire deep in the harshest snowstorms that wracked through Dragonspine. Like the early dew in the morning gracing the blades of grass that Albedo did so like to sit out and sketch when the sun was just rising. You were ephemeral, fleeting, but at the same time you were strong and grounding, like an anchor keeping him steady. He never quite realised how much he liked feeling stable. 

Yet here, now, with you, he let himself enjoy it all at once. The feeling that he always felt when he was with you, that glorious encompassing feeling of home. It threatened to swallow him whole and never let him go. And he would gladly let it, without hesitation. 

He laughed. For maybe the first time that you had ever heard him do so, he let out the most genuine laugh that he ever had. The rain was still cascading down in rivers across him, forcing him to blink hard to get the water away as he threw his head back towards the sky. You watched him with keen interest for a moment, bewildered by the sudden display of emotion, but once you had settled you laughed along with him. 

Never once did you stop dancing, out in the rain like that together. You both kept going until you were too tired to move any more, until you were practically dragging yourselves back through the wet streets home. 

Home. That elusive word yet again. 

This was your house that Albedo was currently crossing through the threshold of, closing the door carefully behind him as you went ahead to start up the fireplace. It was your sofa that you piled some blankets onto, your dining chair that you slowly and cautiously spread out your soaking wet outer clothes to dry upon. 

Everything was familiar to him of course, he had been invited into your house many times even before you were courting, but it all belonged to you. It wasn't for the both of you. 

It could be, though, he let himself think. Perhaps one day, some of his paperwork could be laid upon that dining room table. The cup he usually used half to death for coffee before finally washing it out every time could be sat neatly on the countertop, perhaps next to your own. His coat could be hung up on the hook beside your front door, next to where your own currently rested. 

"-e that," you said, but he didn't quite catch it. 

When had he let himself get so lost in his own imagination around you? You really must have had such a strong effect on him, for him to even be thinking about sharing his life with you in such a way. 

"Hey, Albedo," you called out to him again. This time, he actually turned to you. 

"I'm sorry, what did you want?" 

"Give me that," you held out your hand, gesturing towards his coat. "You're still drenched, I'm not letting you stay here if you're going to drip all over my carpets."

He passed it over wordlessly, peeling the fabric back off of his arms and handing it to you. You gave him a warm smile, such a beautiful smile, one that never failed to elicit a similar one from him in response, as you moved off to hang his coat up to dry. 

It was next to yours, just as he had been imagining only seconds prior. He had to admit, they looked good together. Like they were meant to be there. 

"C'mon," you urged as you returned, ushering him back towards the sofa. 

He sat first, at your behest, and let you plonk yourself down by his side. You stayed where you were for a moment, before fidgeting and eventually shifting all the way until you had your head resting on his shoulder. 

"Your hair is still wet," he noted, which made you giggle. 

"Yeah of course it is, we were out there for like an hour." You wrapped your arms around his middle, settling down as comfortably as you could manage. 

It wasn't the first time the two of you had cuddled in such a way on your sofa (yours, not a shared entity), but this time Albedo just couldn't seem to find the right way to place his own hands. He settled, eventually, for draping one arm gently across you and using the other to hold onto the hand of yours that had come to a rest across his stomach. 

"You seem really off today Bedo," you hummed, tilting your head up to glance at him.

He met your eyes with a smile. "I'm fine, love, don't you worry."

Love. 

He hadn't ever called you that before. Why did it feel so right, now?

"Love?" You repeated, a sheepish smile spreading across your face. 

"Do you not like it?" He asked, suddenly wondering if he had said something wrong. Before you, he never would have been so worried about something so small.

"No, I," you hesitated. "I love it."

"Was that meant to be a joke?" Albedo mused, moving to press a kiss to your forehead. He wasn't sure what had compelled him to do that right then and there but it just felt right.

Felt. Feelings were difficult, a concept that Albedo knew about in abundance- but still could never quite grasp. Even though he knew he was happy with you, happy interacting with you in a more-than-platonic manner, he never seemed to get a decent understanding of how he felt about you. You had told him several times how he made you feel, not to the point of saying those specific little three words, but it was close enough. He knew you cared for him, deeply at that. Why else would you have been so patient with him all this time?

"I love you," he uttered out at last, after what felt like he was thinking for hours. Really, it had likely not been much longer than a few seconds.

You stopped what you were doing, mindlessly twining and unlocking your fingers with his, to gaze up into his eyes. The slight part of your lips expressed your shock brilliantly as you stuttered to try and get a response out. 

"I love you too," you replied at last, after fumbling around the words for a while. "I love you so much, you don't even know."

"I think I can imagine," Albedo smiled, leaning down to pull you into a searing kiss.

Yes. Love was definitely what he felt. There was no other way to describe it, the overwhelming feeling he got whenever he looked at you. The feeling that desperately ached in his chest whenever you weren't around him. It was the feeling that made him want to stay there like that with you for an eternity, even despite the inclination to keep working on his research. It was the feeling of the first day of spring after a perilous winter, of the very first leaves tumbling off of their trees in autumn. 

The feeling of home. 

And he wanted to make a home with you, no matter what.

photos for keepsake

marvelous! woo zoo mama!!

albedo headcannons(posted this for my beloved snookiepooh bear @kaidousecoli)

-He is the reason the water bill is so high because of how much time he spends in the shower contemplating life and the universe.

-He will recite the day’s events to you and talk about his findings every night to you because you always fall asleep, thinking his voice comforts you but in reality the stuff he talks about is just plain boring.

-IF he ever uses social media he will use full stops religiously and use the b&w filter on all his posts.

-He takes a long time in the shower catering to his hair despite the balding spots on his head.

-Allergic to peanuts.

-Won’t be able to tell you’re being sarcastic half of the time.

—Unironically listens to Charlie Puth(his favourite song is “we don’t talk anymore”)

-Young Sheldon is his favourite show because he relates to it on a spiritual level.

-Needs emotional support when he takes a fat shit.

-Snorts when he laughs.

-If you guys get a house it would look like a mental asylum because he doesn’t think decorations are practical.

i want scaramouche to humiliate me at the top wangshu inn like pleasee dial my number 😍😍

This could’ve been better but I’m dep*essed 🤪✌🏼

pairing: ??? scara’s ur captain and ur a soldier

tw: language, he’s ovbs humiliating u

wc: 382 yikes

You could feel the burn in your thighs the higher the stairs went. Looking over to the side at your friend, you kind of grimace as he seemed as cool as ever. “I hate when we get stationed here!” You whisper. Your friend shrugs as everyone keeps on. “Lord Scaramouche never lets us take the elevator like he does! Why do we have to take the stairs?”

It seemed like the stairs would never end. Your legs grew heavier and heavier with each step, your thighs trembling underneath you. But finally the peak of the stairs came into view. As expected, your captain did not wait for all of you there. “Of course he isn’t here,” you continue to complain to your friend as you reach the top. “He’s just like Captain Tartaglia. I bet you he’s up there flirting with the staff—”

“Excuse me?”

Your squad halted. You look back up at the stairs where your captain stood with his arms crossed and a deathly glare in his eyes. “S-Sir, I—”

“You dare compare me to some half-wit, inexperienced twenty-something baby who couldn’t handle being swallowed up by the abyss, ass-chasing rookie?” Scaramouche took a step down and halved your squadron to meet you face to face. “Tartaglia would’ve killed you right on the spot, soldier. You’re lucky that I choose to punish you outside of the public eye.”

You swallow a lump in your throat. His eyes were sharp and menacing. You felt sweat rolling down your skin underneath your uniform every time his eyes twitched. “I-I’m sorry sir!!”

“You wanna take the elevator so fucking bad? Then take the fucking elevator!”

You chewed on the inside of your cheek as he yelled at you. But was he being serious? “I can…take the elevator?”

Your captain smiled, almost innocently. But you knew that there was nothing sweet about his grin. “Yes, private. You can take the elevator down and walk back up the stairs once more. We will be waiting.” Scaramouche turned then to walk back up the stairs.

“B-But—”

Your captain stopped where he was on the stairs and looked at you over his shoulder. “Shut the fuck up and do as I say, you incompetent piece of shit!”

You let out a heavy sigh and grimace. “Y-Yes sir…”

And the most important thing to remember is that you have time. Time to discover new people and new projects and new places; time to heal from your past and your wounds. You might feel like you’re getting nothing done and nothing is happening, but you have time to discover your soul. It will happen for you <3

photo diary

after eating dinner, you went straight to yuehai pavilion to talk to ganyu. the guy guarding the door had tried to stop you, but looking at your expensive looking silk clothes he assumed that you were a child born in a wealthy family so he extended his hands in hopes of some bribery so he could let you in.

you grinned at how fast he was.

once you got inside, you found ganyu's room in seconds, like you have been living here since last year since you found her so quick. the door was half open so you decided to peek at her working. the hand holding her stainless steel pen was jotting down notes and signatures so swiftly, if she did her work this fast but still did overtime... the amount of work she had must be huge!

while staring off to space the door you were holding the doorknob of creaked, making ganyu stare at your direction. she opened her arms as a welcome and you, of course, came in her room. you tried to lighten your weight on her lap so she doesn't get leg cramps later.

"ganyu... what if i helped you with some papers? you can't possibly finish all this today without going through a mental breakdown."

being the stubborn person ganyu is, she tried to decline multiple times. what if ningguang notices something off about her signature? the result would be frightening!

afraid of ruining your dear friend's career of a few centuries, you decided to just accompany her while she writes so she doesn't get bored.

to not get bored yourself, you play with ganyus hair and sometimes with her porcelain fortune cat that moves its right arm every second.

"dear friend, i have finished all my documents. let's go to wanmin restaurant for supper.. well, dinner for me!"

ganyu walks slowly, even on a wooden bridge, greeting every person that passes by as a form of respect.

oh, this elegant being was so gentle and kind! and she was your friend!?? #blessed.

ganyu slanted her head.

"[name], is something wrong? you have been standing still for 2 minutes.. are you LAGGING!??! "

she then came over to check up on you. your eyes were sparkling! she gasped. what could ever make someone's eyes gleam so brightly?

"sorry.. you're just... too much of a role model for me!" you screeched. "you're so kind, so... " a warm embrace cut you off.

you could feel her heart beating against your chest, her hands and soft fabric of her hand warmers felt so good on your nape.

"shall we get going?" she smiled, holding out her hand, waiting for you to put your hand in hers.

A/N: i found this in my drafts.. it's my first one omg... may 24th... didn't know i was so funny last time

yall😻😻😻

TODAYS STREAM! “WHERE’S MY UNDERWEAR?!”

☆ CATCHING ALBEDO JERKING OFF ; VALENTINES COLAB

PAUSE! This a little messy since your girl hasn’t been writing smut in a good century 🤪🔨 secretly lowkey dying bcs of how bad this is lolz 😝🔫 reader lowkey changed personas lowkey 1000 times in the course of a sentence but don’t mind that 👩‍🦯

Edit; accidentally posted on the wrong day oops

QUOTE! “WERE YOU JUST MASTURBATING?”

Albedo felt awful.

He felt disgusted with himself.

Albedo sat in his bed with a frustrated look on his face, just what was he doing? Sitting on his bed, your underwear wrapped around his cock as he imagined it was you. Telling him how perverted the well known and respected alchemist disgusted you. How stupid he was that before he started jerking off he was conflicted on whether he wanted your panties on his face or wrapped around his dick.

So here he was, sprawled out on the bed, while he wrapped his hand, the one that stole your underwear from your drawers, around his dick, his hand moving up and down sloppily.

As he was imagining you jerking him off, talking to him, he didn’t even realize how realistic it started to get. “Were you just masturbating?” he heard your voice nearby. Well of course he was, you should know if you’re a part of his mind. His eyes moved to where the sound came from, the doorway, he saw your figure standing there with your arms crossed.

Now the imagination of your body disappears in his mind. Instead he saw the real thing, the very much real person staring at him, face unreadable. Albedo tried reading your facial expression, but he couldn’t tell if you were angry, sad, joyful, disgusted, anything.

Though what Albedo did know was that he needed to hide his naked body from you. He quickly pulled the covers over his body, frantically trying to grab your underwear away from your view.

While Albedo was panicking about hiding his body and your underwear, he didn’t even notice how close you were. That was until he felt a dip in his bed.

“My my, I was wondering where my underwear has been going,” you stole your underwear back from Albedo whose face was an uncharacteristically red, “I went to your room to ask if you knew anything about it, but it seems you were the one who has been stealing them” Your voice was monotone just as your expression has been.

What would you do now? Tell everyone how perverted he was? Would you never talk to him again? Thoughts were racing in his mind about all the possible outcomes. The tension not helping his mind ease up a single bit.

“If you wanted me so bad you should’ve just asked” A teasing smile was on your face, showing the first emotion since you walked in. Albedo could only stutter random nonsense, puzzled on why you weren’t screaming at him.

Your hand moved to his cock as you made strong eye contact with him, stroking his dick slowly. “You know you’re going to get punished right?” Albedo gave a nod, guilt overwhelming him, but at the same time lost in the pleasure of your hand going teasingly slow, “Afterall, I had to buy many new pairs because of how much were taken”

“I’m s-s-sorry Y-Y/n-” before he could finish his apology, your hand tightened around his cock making Albedo let out a loud groan.

“It’s mistress right now to you” you reply in a stern tone, watching as Albedo yelped out a yes mistress, before going back to jerking him off. “You’re not allowed to cum unless I say so, you filthy pervert, stealing underwear from me, got it?”

Albedo nodded hastily, accepting the outcome, feeling butterflies fill up his stomach as you called him a pervert and filthy. “Ye-yes m-mist-tress” he moaned out as his back slightly arched.

“Good, look at how much of a pervert you are, getting turned on by me calling you names” feeling his cock twitch earlier and now as you kept calling him names. You started to speed up your hand, no longer going at an unbearable slowness.

“Mistress! Please!” Albedo whined, tears slightly pricking his eyes as he felt the burning feeling of edging since he was jerking off earlier and now you are giving him a handjob. “What? What do you want whore?” you asked boredly, no longer caring as you picked at your nails.

“C-can you pl-pl-pl-” the ashy blonde could only stutter, focusing on the word please. “Aww what a dumb whore, can’t even talk properly” you played with his hair, twirling the strands around your pointer finger, your bored expression only making Albedo more frustrated on not being able to talk.

“Pl-please… y-your p-p-pussy” he moaned out, his teal eyes focusing on your face, waiting for your response through he teary vision. You hummed for a bit, making Albedo wait in anticipation as he continued to moan from your hands that skillfully jerked him off.

“Alright I guess, since the dumb whore could actually manage to get a sentance out finally” your hand lets go of his cock, it made Albedo whine for a moment as you undressed before he felt your legs staddle his body, sinking down onto his dick.

You watched Albedo’s face slowly change, his eyes slightly rolled back, a loud smooth moan escaping his pink lips as his hands clenched onto your thighs tightly.

——— am I going to end it early??? yeees,,, was I planning on writing more??? Absolutely,,, did I proofread this??? Ofc not,,, was this rushed??? That’s a secret I’ll never tell, xoxo, gossip girl

— For the first time in my life, karuta was dear to me.