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genuspsittrichas · 10 months

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Sfw and nsfw boyfriend headcannons for albedo, Baizhu and Dottore ? Plz

After a very long hiatus I finally am publishing my drafts, sorry about all that personal biz that kept me from actively writing and posting. I plan to keep posting and writing as I am now in possession of more free time.

Warnings: nsfw below the cut, PDA, jealousy, GN reader

SFW Boyfriend HC's

Albedo

As a boyfriend, Albedo is incredibly caring and sweet, he knows that he may come off a little cold im so funny and he wants to ensure that you know he doesn’t feel that way towards you

He loves to cuddle with you, and frankly just wants to be touching you if at all possible

Long and deep conversations about anything and everything that piques his interest or yours are a staple of a relationship with Albedo

When you aren’t around for Albedo to cuddle and talk to he’s always thinking about you, about how you looked when you laughed at a joke, what you said to him before you left, the outfit you were wearing, and you in general

He might even begin a spontaneous project to capture your likeness in a sketch or painting if he has the time

When you get back he might act like he didn’t spend all day thinking about the moment you would get back but kiss him and he will fall apart eagerly telling you about everything he did and discovered in the day.

Baizhu

Ever the doctor Baizhu might find himself a little too worried about your wellbeing

He will always check in on you and your physical, mental, or even spiritual health he only wants the best for you and does anything he possibly can to preserve that balance and health

Baizhu adores talking to you about various problems he encounters. He enjoys speaking about things with you and the way you listen to him and reassure him or help him if he needs it

Baizhu isn’t the kind of person who loves PDA; he might hold your hand or give you a chaste kiss on your cheek or hand while in public. Even though he doesn’t touch you constantly he relishes in every moment that you are touching

In private his demeanor seems to switch on a dime, he adores touching you, a random kiss as he passes you, stroking your hair, massaging your shoulders or arms, anything he can get his hands on really

When you two aren’t together Baizhu buries himself in his work or finds something to distract himself from your absence

His mind might wander every so often to you, missing your presence and the comfort that it provides him, but he easily turns to his work to pass the time by until he can see you again.

Dottore

Dottore as a boyfriend is quite different from his working personality. Gone is the eccentric scientist persona that he seems to assume as a harbinger, he retains some of his eccentricity but is a much softer person

He likes to lay on the floor for random intervals either contemplating a new project or sleeping. He adores it when you join him for these sessions loving that you choose to be with him

Thanks to his job he is in public a majority of the time and he never misses the chance to have you with him. He loves to flaunt you to other people, showing off his amazing partner and ensuring that the world knows that you are his

Dottore is also a very jealous protective boyfriend, if he catches someone flirting with you or looking at you with the slightest hint of affection he pounces. The poor schmuck who decided to turn their eyes towards you is now gifted with an incredibly imposing harbinger staring them down and possibly already brandishing some kind of weapon he had hidden somewhere

When he’s alone he is usually on some kind of mission that you weren’t allowed on and is entirely consumed by his work.

But he still thinks of you whenever he is given the chance, and if he sees something he thinks you’d like he buys it without a second thought. No price is too much when you’re involved, and seeing you happy is all that matters to him no penny pinching bank miser could make him use money responsibly if your name is attached to it NSFW BELOW THE CUT

NSFW Boyfriend HC's Warnings: Rough fucking, roleplay, ropes, lmk if i need to add more

Albedo

Albedo while sweet at all other times becomes a freak in the sheets

The man in into almost anything you could possibly think of or he’d be willing to try anything, whether it's for observation or scientific “study”

Albedo who would go crazy for watching you work yourself on him as he sits back to enjoy the show

He would 100% draw you like one of his french girls in a favorite pose or position of his and completely in the nude

He’s more of a laid back type of person prefers to be a dominant bottom, sitting back and ordering you to move this way or that

As he nears his climax you can count on him gripping your hips or desperately clinging to your shoulders and rocking you on him

He would probably try to get a grip on any part of your body to better rut into you and at the “perfect” pace

Would definitely be down to roleplay with you i mean look at him

Baizhu

A gentle lover, Baizhu is not the type for rough sex unless you specifically request it from him

Baizhu would want to ensure that both you and him are feeling good throughout and would try his hardest to make sure you’re feeling good

He would be extremely cognizant of whether or not he's hurting you if he's thrusting too hard or making you uncomfortable

Baizhu is good with his hands i mean he spends his days gathering herbs and mixing medicines

Despite his sickliness Baizhu can still be a rough lover and as he nears his climax that definitely comes out

Baizhu would chase his own release unforgivingly, thrusting you into the mattress or whatever surface you happen to be bent over as he feels his climax nearing

Baizhu is the aftercare king, he checks in on you gently massaging any scratches or bruises he left behind in the heat of the moment

Cleans you up lovingly with a towel before carrying you into a bath hes drawn and tends to you until you fall asleep in his arms or end up doing more fucking

Dottore

Ever the scholar Dottore would be willing to try anything with and for you no matter how kinky or different from the norm it is

He would be the type to vent his stresses through fucking, bullying you into the mattresses or simply bending you over and taking you wherever he finds the most convenient

Dottore would chase his own release with reckless abandon

Dottore likes to have complete control over your shared bedroom activities, whether that involves being on top, keeping his hands on any part of your body, or tying you up so he can work his own magic

#genshin impact #genshin fanfic #fanfiction #wow i need to start fixing my posting schedules on my socials aha #genshin #baizhu #albedo headcannons #baizhu headcanons #baizhu x reader #albedo fluff #dottore headcannons #dottore fluff #dottore x reader #dottore smut

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jxyc-3 · 2 years

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Hii

Could I request headcanons for Albedo & Kazuha as parents? (seperated, not like a ship) If that's too much, just Albedo is fine too. And it's totally fine if not ofc, no pressure !!

Albedo and Kazuha as Parents!

Hello!! I tried my best with the Kazuha one but unfortunately couldn't figure out a canon enough scenario. BUT! I did write some bulleted headcannons. I tried out Kazuha for once but I just can't get his dynamic right, so I'm sorry for that. Anyways, I hope you enjoy these!

-jxyc-3

Albedo

Albedo would use his time parenting to give you a day for relaxation, he would follow all of your rules without letting the child disturb your relaxing period. Before you know it, both you and your kid are fast asleep, muscles untense, snoring peacefully.

Albedo would definitely much prefer having one kid, that being a girl. Albedo is experienced with taking care of klee, so having a daughter would be a piece of cake for him.

Albedo would treat his child like he does with Klee, and would take care of them all throughout the day, even while working.

If your child did anything bad out in public, Albedo would take responsibility and try to keep your child close for the rest of the time.

Would definitely teach your child all about painting, and about alchemy whenever they were old enough to understand.

Scenario:

You awoke in agony, with your child creating a huge ruckus at only 5:30AM. Oh, how you wished for more sleep, but with that amount of noise, your body would be awoken with more and more complaints throughout the rest of your ‘peaceful’ morning. You got up, deciding that you were going to see if you could get your child to go to sleep for just a few more hours. Suddenly, you woke up. You were in a panic, you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep. And your child was not anywhere near you. Anxiously, you got up from your position. You left your room in a rush, but to your rescue, a familiar pair of boots were laid out, with a familiar blonde nearby. You walked fast towards Albedo, who was drawing with your child on the floor. “What’re you drawing?” You said, sitting down in front of their laid out canvas, with a smile stretching across your face. Your child and your husband/boyfriend looked at each other, then, Albedo and your child lifted up their art, one having one hand on one side, in sync with each other. “Secret.” Albedo says, while your child reveals themselves from behind the canvas and puts their finger over their mouth, with a “shhhh” to follow with. After a few seconds of them refusing to let the canvas back onto the floor, you give up and lay back. Albedo handed your child both sides of the canvas, and got up from off the floor. Standing next to your side, Albedo lets out a hand to help you up. Taking it, Albedo guides you over to your dining room table. “We both decided that we would take it easy on you today, so, use this time to relax.” Albedo says with a slight smile, pulling out a chair for you. Walking into your kitchen as you position yourself in your chair, “Look, we made you heart shaped pancakes.” Albedo says while he sets down the pancakes in front of you. Your child runs up to sit next to you, climbing up onto the chair, cheering for pancakes. Albedo brings back two more plates for him and your kid, setting them down, and seating himself. Throughout the meal, there were moments where your child would act out of your set rules, but Albedo easily took care of it for you. Throughout the rest of the day, Albedo would deny any help from dealing with your child, and insisted on letting you relax for the rest of the day. During your child’s nap-time, Albedo made sure to spend as much time as he could with you before they woke up. By the end of the day, you were well relaxed, and had fallen asleep. Your child was worn out by spending the entire day playing with Albedo, and had also fallen asleep in your living room. Albedo picked up your child and laid them in your bed next to you, being careful not to wake either of you up. “We didn’t have enough time to give our gifts,” Albedo whispered. “Oh well, I’ve got a few hours left to spare to set something up.” You had woken up with a full night's rest, with your child still asleep and a few more hours to spare until they got up. When you arose, you stretched and got up, almost knocking over a set-up full of paintings on a table next to your bed. Looking through them, you found perfectly painted moments of you, and your child, with a very familiar one being a painting of you and your child sound asleep. Next to it, you read a note he’d left behind. It said, “Dear ___, Hopefully you have had enough time to destress. I tried to squish in some time for my next meeting here, but it won’t be soon. Normally I would stay for longer but I have quite the pile of work to do with lessons and paintings due that will fill up the next few weeks. In the meantime, I hope these paintings will serve as a good ‘until-next-time’ gift.”

Kazuha

Kazuha would definitely be the care-free, risk taking type of dad. He would do things that would make your adrenaline rush, but in the end he and your child would be perfectly fine.

Kazuha wouldn’t care which gender your child is, he’s just glad he finally reached the point in your relationship to have a child with you.

Out in public, Kazuha makes sure to wipe the risk-taking, care-free personality he has, and makes sure to keep all eyes on your child.

When he takes breaks to come back from sailing with Beidou and her crew, he spends a while with you and your kid before setting sail again.

-jxyc-3

Would probably teach your child how to play music on any kind of instrument, all about swords, and poetry.

It'd been a few days since kazuha had taken a leave from bedidous ship to visit for a few months, and he had already been doing reckless things that made you go parent-mode and freak out. Today, being one of the days where it stressed you out most. He'd done things outrageous before that over time you wouldn't mind, like climbing tall trees, playing hide n seek in a forest, catching fish in busy rivers, etc- which you didn't mind because kazuha is experienced in those situations and has survived through it. But THIS was the thing that freaked you out most. It was a regular evening, and you had just finished making dinner and were about to call kazuha and your child in when you saw what freaked you out most. Kazuha was sitting on a rock in your yard watching and guiding your child, who was fighting a samurai dog, with a real sword. "Kazuha!" you yelled, worryingly, as you ran out and picked up/grabbed your child, who dropped the sword immediately. When doing so, the samurai dog barked and charged as if it were going to attack you. Kazuha ran in, blocking the attack with his own sword, and sent the samurai back. "These types of animals were well trained in battle situations, it must have mistaken you for someone trying to kidnap its master." Kazuha revealed, shiething his blade, which signaled to the samurai dog that there was no attack at hand. "Kazuha! Why did you have to do this of all things? That dog is trained specifically for guarding/attacking, our child could have gotten hurt!" You say, yelling at kazuha face to face. "It sees us as an equal. Not to mention, our child was attacking too quickly fot an opening, so it was on defense-mode." Kazuha replied, patiently. "But-" you mutter out, getting interrupted by a soft chuckle. "Do not worry, I won't do it again. Let's go eat dinner before it gets cold."

#albedo #genshin inpact #hoyoverse #mihoyo #genshin impact x reader #albedo genshin impact #albedo headcannons #albedo fluff #kazuha fluff #kazuha headcannons #kazuha

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taintedtort · 1 year

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hey, i love ur works. sorry if this is too specific but can you write about a reader with pots and passes out frequently? any characters you want

prompt ✧ when you pass out

characters ✧ xiao, kazuha, wanderer, albedo

warnings ✧ gn!reader, reader has pots

a/n ✧ i did some research before writing, but still sorry if i got anything wrong!

XIAO

✧ when you first passed out in front of him, he totally freaked out. you two were standing on the balcony and the heat got to you. he caught you, of course, but his heart dropped in the process. you weren’t out for long and when you woke you saw an extremely worried xiao holding onto you. it took you some time to convince him you were completely fine. he made you explain your entire diagnoses to him so he knows to look for symptoms or triggers.

"are you alright? what happened?!"

KAZUHA

✧ you first passed out while standing on the dock waiting for him. standing for so long had made your head fuzzy and body heavy, before you knocked out. a few bystanders saw and hurried over to check on you just as the boat was arriving. kazuha saw what was happening and rushed over, only to see you on the ground. instantly bee lined to pick you up. you woke up in his arms and he told you what happened, which led to you explaining that you had POTS. after that incident he makes sure to watch out for your triggers and is extra attentive to you in certain situations.

"you really worried me."

WANDERER

✧ he thought you were pranking him the first time. he knew you were dramatic a lot of the time so when you were constantly complaining about being thirsty and saying you were going to "dehydrate, like i’m seriously going to die" he wasn’t surprised when you fell forward in your seat. your head hit the table with a concerning noise and he went to scold you. picked your head up and felt your completely limp body and worried you had actually dehydrated and died. started shaking you and repeating your name, each one getting more desperate. when you woke up he yelled and demanded an explanation, so you told him your diagnoses and the triggers. he now is fully prepared to make a grab for you whenever you loose consciousness.

"you scared the hell out of me, seriously."

ALBEDO

✧ was very stunned when you arrived back at his house in dragonspine before passing out and hitting the floor. it took him a second to recover but he dropped whatever he was holding and rushed to you. his cold fingers touched your face as he called out to you. when you woke he let out a huge sigh of relief, and calmly asked you what happened. when you told him he was vet intrigued and asked you many follow up questions and started jotting stuff down. you weren’t sure for what, but you didn’t bother asking because you knew he’d brush it off. after that time he makes sure not to push your limits.

"how fascinating, and what did you say caused this particular incident?"

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baxndaid · 2 years

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#PRESENTATIONS

characters ; VENTI, ALBEDO, ITTO, SCARAMOUCHE, AYATO, KAEYA

prompt ; genshin boys present their powerpoint slides to you

notes/warnings ; i was bored, powerpoints under the cut

NAVIGATION ♡

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fullconstellation · 1 year

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how genshin men are when giving head

gn!reader; just a drabble on my headcanons

characters: kazuha, albedo, scaramouche, xiao, heizou

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some other works: genshin men when it rains on your picnic, albedo fluff, thoma smut

kazuha: this man fucking loves to give head. you think it’s a joke at first, or that he’s on his knees begging for a taste just to please you. little do you know, his mouth waters at the mere thought of you unraveling under his tongue — unraveling because of him. the man is obsessed with you in the best of ways. he’s of course not opposed to receiving, but he never expects you to do it. he’s perfectly happy with his head between your thighs, proving his mouth worthy of more than just reciting poetry.

albedo: pleasures you like it’s a science. one that he’s perfected, of course. to be fair, he’s probably done more than his share of research on the topic — the man can’t help but satiate his curiosity. and what better test subject than you? the one so pliant under his touch, always unquestioning in your devotion and eager for his attention. each suck and swirl of his tongue is with intent, the blond monitoring your every reaction. and of course, as any good researcher knows, multiple rounds of testing must be done for truly conclusive results.

scaramouche: he’d rather die than have you know how much he enjoys giving head, but secretly he longs to watch you fall apart at the seams. being a bit of a sadist, he can’t help but make you beg at least a little before pleasuring you, taking his time with taunting you along the way. nipping at your skin and sucking deep bruises into your thighs. but gods, is it worth it. the possessive glint in his eyes and the insistence on proving that he’s the best you’ve ever had is enough to make the begging worth it.

xiao: surprisingly good at it. he’d be shy at first, as he is starting off with most new forms of intimacy. but once his tongue makes contact with you and he hears the sigh you let out, he knows what he has to do. and he’ll do anything to hear those sweet sounds fall from your lips again. once he gets a taste of your cum, he won’t stop going down on you until you’re begging him to stop from oversensitivity. but, lucky you, he’s just found his new favorite activity.

heizou: this fucker takes his sweet ass time teasing you, doing everything in the book that he knows will rile you up and get you squirming. he doesn’t care how much you beg or press against him in impatience — you know that much from the devilish smirk on his face. by the time he’s finally giving in, you’re marked from head to toe with bruises and bite marks, sweat beading across your forehead from the frustration of it all. that’s all just a part of his plan, though. when his mouth finally engulfs you, it takes little to no time for him to bring you to your release. and gods, was the tormenting worth it.

#genshin fic #genshin men #fullconstellation #kazuha smut #albedo smut #xiao smut #scara smut #scaramouche smut #heizou smut #gn!reader x scaramouche #xiao x gn!reader #albedo x gn reader #albedo #xiao #kazuha #scaramouche #heizou #genshin headcannons #genshin smut

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genshinfamdynamics · 2 days

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I wore an ao dai for the first time in years, so obviously the only logical thing to do was draw the Kaebedo fam with ao dais and Vietnamese accessories

#genshin impact #albedo #kaeya #klee #kaebedo #kaeya x albedo #kaeya alberich #albedo kreideprinz #my stuff #kaeya is literally just wearing my ao dai btw #I saw it and thought of him #also giving jade jewelry as gifts is considered the classiest thing possible in my family #and Kaeya is a massive romantic #so I like to think he would buy jade for Albedo and Klee #lowkey not super proud of how Albedo turned out but oh well #kaeya looks great and I usually struggle to draw him so that’s a win #also btw I headcannon Albedo as at least part Vietnamese bc I can #the blond hair is not a deterrent. he could have bleached it

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autumnpens · 1 year

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✧ their little gifts ✧

characters ◦ Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Albedo

warnings ◦ none, just fluffy gifts <3

thoughts ◦ something from a few months ago because I need something to post this blog feels so empty,, I haven't had time to write with finals :(

words ◦ 772

Diluc would gift you little expensive sweets or jewelry and give them to you in the most genuinely sweet and careful ways, with velvet boxes and bejeweled glass cases placed on tables after your meals. he’d hold a ball specifically for your entertainment and enjoyment, inviting hundreds of people, much alike the ones he had held while his father was still alive. he paid no mind to any of the guests, entirely enraptured with you, swirling you through the crowds under the light of a dazzling chandelier.

Childe’s ideal date is a fistfight in the Golden House, much like your first spar, and a place the two of you frequented. he had begged Ningguang to build a different one with the Fatui’s own funds purely to have the original to himself for your use, to Pantalone’s dismay. despite this, the floor of the Golden House was not only a sparring grounds, but your personal safe haven, the two of you spending evenings stretching into daybreaks there dancing, chatting and listening to each other’s stories of travel and discovery, family and woes. he’d shower you with gifts from across Teyvat— books from the archives of Sumeru, clothing and accessories from Snezhnaya and the like. though you’d never admit it, your favorites were the small ones— kisses placed on rings of noctilucous jade wrapping your fingers, a bracelet of Inazuman amethyst slipped into a pocket, a glaze lily of Liyue tucked behind your ear. you weren’t one to shy away from gifts either— though less mora put into them, he flushed brighter than his hair at your kisses, arms slipping around his waist from behind, or even the occasional graze of knuckles while frequenting Liyue Harbor. it was funny how such a deadly harbinger could stiffen and burn from a light touch.

Kaeya’s gifts, though less flashy, meant more than mora could show for— a sweep off your feet at the tavern (much to the side-eye of a certain bard), a quiet night spent braiding your hair after a shower (you didn’t take it out for days on your expeditions, gathering dirt and twigs near the ends until you returned to Mondstadt to his fretted mutterings and snorted teasings), a hand-picked bouquet of calla lilies, accompanied by a curtsy worthy of his brother’s halls, before being pulled into a waltz atop an unguarded tower of the walls of Mond below the stars— each and every one his gift to you, tokens of the one who will never leave the side of he who has been left time and time again.

Albedo, when confronted with your first request for a gift, took it as a sign to start giving you things. notebooks he intended on taking alchemical notes in but never opened yet, doodles and drawings from his sketchbooks, pens from around his office, trinkets buried in the snow of dragonspine he'd seen glittering around bags from less fortunate travelers. every new item that left his hands into yours you held close, a bittersweet reminder of his distance atop the snowy peak. your favorite gift he had given you, by far, was an alchemical device he had concocted on one of your more recent trips up the mountain with him. he had handed you a small bottle, a warming seelie entrapped inside. you inquired about the little thing, and he had said he'd study the biological adaptations between a seelie and it's warming variant, but to keep the bottle for now, at least until the next time you came up— give him a week or so. a few days later, you were thankful for the gift to warm you up the mountain, and greeted the alchemist. he asked to see the bottle in your hand, taking it and comparing it to one on his desk. he handed you the new bottle, something much lighter and.. no seelie, yet it still emitted warmth? he explained that he had found a way to replicate the fiery feeling of a warming seelie without having to capture one— a process using the stamen of a flaming flower and some alchemical liberties. this gift was something you cherished, fashioning the bottle into a necklace for simplicity of travel in dragonspine. not only did it allow you to visit Albedo more frequently, but it also allotted for you to accompany him on his expeditions around the mountain without him worrying. you still held his gifts dear, initiating some of your own in findings from around Teyvat, but this was the one that you had stationed closest to your heart no matter the weather or distance from dragonspine and, subsequently, your lover.

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aeferkssr · 2 years

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dumb conversations, we lose track of time. - playlist

CHARACTERS. the vigilant yaksha, the balladeer, the chalk prince

WARNINGS. emotional neglect (x), fake dating (s), scaramouche is a dick

SYPNOSIS. they tried their best to show you that they cared, that they did love you. but you wanted more

NOTES. "cianna ely comeback collab🤔🤔" "YESSS" omg yall its the long awaited collab with @elychee !!! this collab is basically a lyric prompt thing hut we stiched our specialties (mine being tooth-rotting fluff and theirs being angst)

XIAO

if you'd ask me, i would say that dating - or even falking in love - with xiao was a bad idea. he looks so emotionally distant, c9nstantly in hisbown head and just not ready to be in an intimate relationship.

however, what i didn't know is that xiao felt the same way about you that you did of him. he longed for your prescence, and even went out of his way to watch you as you went home in the days. to "protect" you from any dangers he says, but you know why

and if he loved you so much, if he was so enamoured with you, why is he so distant? you barely see him in the days and almost never in the nights. he comes to you as a form of consolation, but is that all you are to him?

youre truly flattered at the fact that he trusts you enough to be vulnurable, but thats all he seeks you out for. as his lover, you wanted more. since you were the one always comforting, you didn't know what it was like to be conforted in this relationship.

and you wouldnt dare to bring up your concerns while xiao's karmatic debt is consuming him whole, that would be insensitive.

when you had have enough of his emotional neglect and broke off the relationship, xiao was comsumed with extreme guilt. he started to blame himself, how dare he not notice that you were feeling this way.

as you were leaving, he stretched his hand out towards you but no words came out, you didnt even know that he tried to call out to you. the farther you walked, and the weaker your prescence got, the more overwhelming his karmic debt got.

the only thing he could do was whisper your name before falling unconcious, hoping that the wind would carry his cry along with it.

ALBEDO

the alchemist sighs as he subconciusly fills his notebook with more sketches. the sketches were differnet angles of you doing different things: smiling, laughing and even eating. brushstroke by brushstroke he captures your beauty on paper and wishes you were there to comment on it.

you never really saw thw multitude of sketches he has done for you during your time togther so he desnt really know jow you'd react to it.

maybe you would havw stars in your eyes as you vocally praised him for being such an amazing and talented artist. littering kisses all over his face as a thank you.

or maybe you were on the shyer type when receiving compliments, hiding behind your hair or hands while your face flushes with a bright pink.

now that he thinks more on this, he never really complimented you, or avknowledge your prescence in the first place. the most he would do is to nod his head into acknowledgement of what you were saying.

he could guess that you thought he wasn't listening but you were wrong, he listened. he listenend to every word that came out of that pretty littlw mouth of yours. even the words that ended what you two had, a relationship. a relationship that has been broken down into hundreds of thousands of particles.

he snaps out of his day dream as he looks at all the sketches of you he had done. signing, he tears the page out of his notebook into the trash. relationships were quite troublesome anyways.

SCARAMOUCHE

of all the harbringers who would be in a relationship, scaramouche was universally agreed to be the least likely.

just look at him, constantly shouting at his colleagues, subordinated and even cussing off the tsaritsa herself when hes not in shneznaya. what makes you think he would be fit for a romantic relationship?

scaramouche heard this and decided to prove them all wrong. and who better to date than one of his underlings subbordinates. you have always been a little too eager to follow his orders and you had this dumb smile on your face whenever you would walk into his office.

when he summoned you into his office and proposed the idea, he could see your eyes light up at the idea of dating. fake dating he stresses, but you defend yourawlf by explaining how fake dating is dating nonetheless.

not even a month into the relationship and this has to be the lowest you've ever been in your life. everyday was a new headache, either it was the constajt shouting at you for doing thw slightest thing wrong or from dehydration of you crying so hard.

the feelings you once harboured for his went away as soon as they came. you knew he was mean, but you didn't realize he started to harbour feelings of his own.

when he thinks about the fact on how or even when he started to feel this way he can't pinpoint the exact time but he would always comment on how pretty you looked when you cried.

but scaramouche would rather die than compliment you, so he made you cry even more. degrading comment after degrading comment and eveeytimw yoyr eyes started to gloss he would have a small smile on his face, admiring you.

with the month gone, so were you. within the same week of "breaking up", you also resigned from the fatui. saying you needed rime to collect yourself after a personal incident.

scaramouche can now see you in the frozen parks of shneznaya smiling with your supposedly new lover, holding a cup of hot chocolate as yoy slowly sip the beverage. he walks by you two and overhears your lover's words: "you're so beautiful when you smile"

this remark made scaramouche scoff, you clearly looked prettier when your eyes were swollen and nose red from the harsh rubbing. to scaramouche, you looked your happiest when you were sad. and if being with him made you sad, then thats what makes you the happiest person ever.

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genuspsittrichas · 2 years

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Baizhu, albedo and Dottore (seperately ) where reader tells them about our world and our modern medicine and science. And even shows them something they brought from our world?

Fluff plz

Warnings: mentions of surgery, mentions of alchemy (the medieval one), ideas of eternal life, insinuation to dark topics, gender neutral reader

Authors Note: Thank you for this super intresting request, honestly made me really think about how these boys would react to all that knowledge flying their way.

Baizhu: Telling Baizhu about your home world would greatly intrigue him, he would want to know about every title detail, all the similarities and differences between your world and Teyvat. But, modern medicine and science would be such a huge thing for him. We all know the guy has a thing with immortality so the kinds of modern medicine that enhances/elongates life would be an important topic. Baizhu would be infatuated with surgery in general, he would be like a giddy child while listening to you. Eyes wide and sparkling while he sits on the edge of his seat. He would ask so many questions, many of which you can't answer. Modern science would be equally as intriguing to him, although I imagine that he would take quite the interest in our world's version of alchemy (wherein one tries to find a way to live forever). Baizhu would love Biology and chemistry, he might find that both would aid him in his pursuit of eternal life. Depending on what you bring him Baizhu would have varying levels of interest in items from our world. Electronics he might find interesting but overall would not stick with him, he simply “has no use for them”. If you brought him something relating to our medical world he would latch onto it like a leech, attempting to figure out its uses or alternate uses. Baizhu might even try to replicate some of the things you told him about so you may want to be careful about how much detail you divulge.

Albedo: He would not be surprised one bit if you revealed to him that you hail from another world. Just watching you interact with the world of Teyvat was enough to clue him in. Once you mention our worlds version of medicine and science its over for you, Albedo will never stop asking about it. He wants to know everything he possibly can about the subject, pursuing it relentlessly. Since you do not have all the answers to the questions he asks he eventually declares that he will one day visit your world and learn everything he possibly can. (Chemistry need I say more) As an alchemist Albedo wants to know all the little intricacies of modern science, and how his own science fits into that equation. He may even conduct tests to replicate your world’s science or run tests on you to see if any of it has a connection to you. Showing him anything from our world would encapsulate his attention completely, he would have to run tests on it, study it, and experiment with it no matter what it is. Even if you brought him something mundane that exists in Teyvat, the fact that it came from another world would still spurn him to test it in any way possible.

Dottore: This man would be absolutely taken by the ideas of modern medicine. Although his ideas may not exactly be the most “humane”. While listening to you talk about your world, he wonders how he can bend the laws of science to serve his purposes. Dottore would want to learn all the little details about modern medicine specifically. He would want to know how the doctors in your world accomplish such great feats. He might even see certain things such as life-saving procedures to be another way of defying the gods. And would take great interest in such things. Maybe you could use that wish to burn everything down to turn his mind towards helpful uses of his medical prowess. Showing him something from our world would lead to a great line of questioning. He would want to know its every purpose and use, and how he could possibly also use it. My personal head cannon is that if you brought him the board game “operation” he would go absolutely ape shit. Dottore would have you demonstrate the objects use to him and he would spend hours trying to use it himself, and trying to get it to serve his purposes.

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scaranation · 1 year

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༊*·˚ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

ft. Ayato, Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli

Content: Headcannons, fluff, slight cannon divergence in that I'm pretending Christmas exists in Teyvat

AYATO

Christmas with Ayato was always an elegant affair - with the man planning months ahead just to give you the perfect experience you deserved. A perfect blend of intimacy and lavishness, he would spare no expense when it came to you.

Despite his overwhelming duties as an Inazuman official, Ayato would never fail to observe whenever your eyes lingered on a product for too long, or if you brought up anything you wanted. He'd hand over a long list of things to order to Thoma, although he'd personally oversee the purchases themselves.

Before meeting you, Ayato had only glimpsed festive romances from afar - often catching sight of joyful couples lending each other scarves and browsing the stalls whilst he happened to be in the city for business. Although he used to convince himself his schedule would never allow for such experiences, he'd always held a hint of longing that one day, he'd be one of those carefree lovers enjoying their youth in the last few days of the year. And so, on the night of Christmas eve, Ayato would make you disguise yourself and head into the city with him - not as the commissioner and his wife, but simply as two ordinary lovestruck civilians.

The two of you would giggle under your hoods, although Ayato's habit of spending ubiquitously did cue in some suspicion from others. Nevertheless, nobody said anything as you enjoyed the evening with him - indulging yourselves in festive activities. You two would return to the Kamisato Estate with your stomachs full and your arms strung with bags of products the store owners had somehow swindled you into buying, cheeks flushed and lips spread in wide smiles. You can definitely expect late night dances in the courtyard with Ayato, breezing along underneath the starry skies as he held you in his arms and swayed gently. He'd be the type to become clingy when he was tired, and waltzing outside in that synapse between one day and the next seemed to provide him with great enjoyment. His sister may be the dancer, but having mastered the sword provided him with a certain grace. Despite this, the dance sessions would likely end with you two breathlessly laughing after you stepped on his toes one too many times.

You'd wake up to a breakfast Ayato made (with the help of Thoma, of course). Ayato would be the type to be uncharacteristically excited for gift opening, but it was undeniably because he simply wanted to see you smile. Regarding what you gave him, you'd likely resort to yourself to make or find something for Ayato. It felt as though any commercial item would be an insult to his wealth, and so you decided that something handicraft would be better. Ayato would watch you open your presents with glee - although he somehow seemed more happy than you were - before unwrapping his and pulling you in to kiss your forehead.

The day would end with the two of you having hot pot with Ayaka and Thoma - your laughs spilling late into the night as you (albeit slightly queasily) consumed bowl after bowl of the food. Ayato would watch you fall asleep on his shoulder, before carrying you to your shared bed - giving you one final kiss before closing his eyes and drifting off next to you.

DILUC

Spending Christmas at the Dawn Winery meant jovial days waking up to a pleasant chill and traipsing amongst the snow dusted lawns. Diluc had pushed all his duties aside to spend time with you in the days leading up to Christmas, waving away your concerns about his workload with a slight smile. As Dragonspine was only a short boat ride away, he would take you there to experience the snow - his typically stoic expression melting into a widespread grin as he watched you marvel at the scenery. He wasn't averse to snowball fights, either, despite the initial confusion he'd exhibited when you'd thrown a clump of snow at him.

The maids would often marvel at how they'd never seen Diluc look so happy before, before tutting at the mess the two of you made when you would often return to the manor covered in snow. Diluc had been forced to grow up a little quicker than was necessary due to his past, but spending times like these with you brought out the juvenile humour he'd had to suppress. You'd fondly pinch his reddened cheeks, although whether they were flushed from the cold or other factors remained a mystery.

Each day would end indoors in front of a crackling fire - snow dancing across the window panes outside and hot cocoa clutched in your hands, a blanket draped over your legs. Diluc is the type to prefer quiet, domestic affection - usually having his head resting against yours, or pulling you to lean into his chest. On those warm nights, the two of you would either read silently or talk - although sitting in quiet reminiscence was never uncomfortable.

In terms of a Christmas tree, Diluc would bring in the largest one he could find - and depending on your temperament, he’d either have a maid decorate it or spend his time hanging up baubles with you. Diluc wasn’t particularly one for aesthetics, so he didn’t mind what the tree looked like - rather, his favourite sight was that of the Christmas lights dancing in your widened eyes.

It’s no secret that Diluc is exceptionally wealthy. Hence, you could expect many presents from him - accompanied by rather crudely drawn cards. He wasn’t an artistic man, but it was evident he’d placed much care into writing and making those messages. If you laughed at his cards, he’d turn his face in embarrassment - refusing to look back until you reassure him.

Diluc would be the type to be happy with whatever gift you gave him - rather, the thing that pleased him the most was merely being with you and seeing you happy. He’d treasure anything you give him - a set of new gloves? You can expect him to wear them until they start to fray. A fountain pen? It’d occupy the most prominent position on his study desk and be the one he used to sign important documents. No matter what he received from you, Diluc would genuinely hold it close to him.

ALBEDO

The idea of Christmas would be relatively new to Albedo, although he’s more than willing to indulge in such human festivities - even if it was merely for your sake.

The poor man would likely overthink the whole ordeal and research deeply into the traditions and culture of the celebration - after all, if you were the one who’d made him feel an inherently human love, then he would be obligated to return the favour and make you happy.

Should you ever propose the idea of kissing under mistletoe, Albedo’s typically calm composure would break for a second - his pale cheeks tinted with colour, cerulean eyes darting to yours in disbelief. Don’t worry, he’s not disagreeing with the notion - he’s merely processing the shock of it.

Albedo would be the type to deem a Christmas tree unnecessary - after all, he was surrounded by firs in Dragonspine all the time, what use would one tree have? However, if you’re keen to have one, he’d alchemically create the perfect Christmas tree for you - one that never withered or shed leaves.

Mutual, reciprocal exchange was what Albedo understood gift giving to be. And he would probably stress out over it. How could he possibly repay all the things you’d done for him in material format? What if you didn’t like his gift? The alchemist would spend a long time deliberating, before pouring his time and energy into creating the perfect present. Your gift would certainly be one of a kind, given that Albedo would definitely craft it to suit you exactly.

When he receives his present, Albedo merely smiles - he’d undoubtedly be grateful no matter what he got, but he just had trouble expressing it. He’d be the type to sit there, staring numbly (in satisfaction) at his present, a small smile gracing his lips.

ZHONGLI

The former archon had experienced many festivities in his years, but the Christmas he’d spend with you would be his first as a mortal. As a very sentimental person, Zhongli would want to indulge in the pleasantries of being a young, lovestruck couple in December - taking you for regular strolls around the harbour to enjoy the bustling atmosphere.

A faint scent of tea wafts through your shared home as you enjoy languid afternoons warming your hands with your cup as Zhongli shared stories about his days as an archon. He'd taken leave from the funeral parlour, and when you weren't at home or in the bustling Liyue marketplaces, the two of you would be strolling amongst the natural scenery of the nation. Liyue was rarely subjected to snowy weather, but the days were more chilly nontheless. Zhongli would often lend you his coat on longer walks, prioritising your comfort and enjoyment above all else.

Zhongli often forgets his wallet, and you’re unsure of how he managed to pull together such a lavish arrangement for both your gifts and the Christmas tree - but it’s clear he’s organised the ordeal to perfection. He somehow seems to know you better than you know yourself, and his presents never fail to make you gasp in delight. The boxes were always carefully presented to the point you almost felt guilty for tearing the wrapping paper - Zhongli's skills in gift wrapping turned the activity into an art form. He's the type to carefully read your expression and begin mulling over what gifts he'd get you the following Christmas based on your reactions.

Your Christmas tree would be strung with gleaming red and gold, given that Zhongli had a fine taste when it came to aesthetics. He'd personally arrange the tree with you, ensuring that it looked perfect. He'd hold you up as you placed a bauble in a particularly high spot - holding you firmly as you hooked the decoration around a branch.

Although the man continually insists that you spending time with him was enough of a gift - after all, his love language was very clearly quality time - you still bought Zhongli things you thought he'd like. You opted for an ornate piece of cor lapis and a historical artefact, but your hopes of impressing your lover were quickly diminished when he exposed the products' faults with a light chuckle. Gift shopping for a god was difficult, but Zhongli would be quick to pull you into his arms and murmur that you were more valuable than any gleaming ore he'd seen.

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taintedtort · 1 year

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prompt ✧ them as your campus crush

characters ✧ kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, childe, albedo

warnings ✧ gn!reader, college!au

a/n ✧ i should probably work on the 3 requests sitting in my drafts, but i will procrastinate instead

KAZUHA

✧ hes the mr nice guy type, always helping people around campus whenever he can. he’s mostly found in the cafe near the university, no matter what time of day it is. when you first saw him sitting at the corner table all alone, his coffee and pastry in front of him, you couldn’t help but stare. he looked so gorgeous sitting there looking at his phone, honestly you were jealous he was able to be so effortlessly good looking. ever since then, you made a point to visit said cafe whenever you could. you might be so lucky as to be invited to his table one day!

XIAO

✧ xiao is the guy who keeps to himself. no one really notices him, unless they find him attractive, but then they loose interest when they figure out he doesn’t even want to have a simple conversation with them. he’s mostly found in his dorm, much to your dismay, but you’ve graciously been given the chance to have some classes with him. you try to sit next to or behind him as much as possible without looking weird. you pray he‘ll have a shrivel of interest when you finally get the guts to talk to him.

SCARAMOUCHE

✧ he doesn’t bother with making friends. no one’s good enough to his standards anyway, and that mindset is also the reason why no one approaches him. he shoots girls down left and right, he honestly thinks his good looks are a curse sometimes. he’s mostly found in class, he rarely skips— which is sort of surprising. his 'too good’ attitude is usually a turn off for most girls, but not you. all you wanted to do was peel off that tough exterior he puts on. when you first starting sitting next to him in the classes you two shared, he instantly noticed. he didn’t say anything though, so maybe you have a chance!

CHILDE

✧ everyone loves him. he’s always going to parties and staying out late, he really doesn’t want to miss that "college experience". so if you wanna catch him, you’ll have to go to a dorm party at some random persons place. it’ll take a while to find him through the crowd, but once you do it made it all worth it. he has the biggest smile and a lively energy surrounding him. he just looked so in place, while you did not. maybe that’s what made him notice you. when his eyes met yours and his smile widened even bigger, you knew you made the right choice in going.

ALBEDO

✧ albedo is always on top with his assignments. everyone hounds him for answers because he’s so approachable. a lot of girls tend to crush on him, but he never gives them a chance, he’s too focused on his studies. he‘s usually found in the campus library, multiple books stacked on his table. when you sat across from him the first time, he didn’t even glance up, he was way too engrossed with reading. however, it gave you a chance to admire his features a little closer up. but when you saw his lip twitch slightly into a grin and his eyes drift up to meet yours, you felt your face heating.

#reader insert #genshin fanfic #genshin x reader #x reader #fanfic #gender netural #gn reader #scaramouche x reader #xiao x reader #kazuha x reader #childe x reader #albedo x reader #genshin headcannons #college!au #genshin impact #taintedtort

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alatusxiaoo · 2 years

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i like him, not you!

synopsis: in which you’ve finally mustered up the courage to express a bashful confession to your best friend and six-year crush…only to accidentally dispatch your heartfelt message to the wrong person.

character/s: albedo, ayato, childe, kazuha, xiao, scaramouche, thoma

a/n: @sohyuki ilysm have a wonderful day queen <3

the first thing you do is run away.

in a way, you have always been good at that. scampering from those undivulged words and imminent encounters that instilled fear in you. it spoke to you almost like a natural instinct, left you with a bitter taste on your tongue, tormented you with a sick sensation twisting your stomach.

because of this, you ran from a lot of things. from your parents whenever they frowned upon a low grade on your report card, from a pompous asshole you later mustered the tiniest courage to shove down during fourth grade, from the unwitting attention of sunbeam-amber eyes meeting yours, and from your best friend whom you’ve practically loved for the longest time.

and you decide the last one is something you’ll finally want to quit running away from.

eight little letters and three simple words, yet for six long years they have meant more than the world to you. he has always meant more than the world to you.

so you attempt to construct it all within proper sentences — desperately trying not to jumble up your phrases while trying to provide the impression that you sure as hell hadn’t been shaking tremendously as you wrote it.

but it’s so difficult to even spare a meek glance at it. so annoying that it pesters thrumming vibrations in the depths of your stupid heart. so fucking frustrating that you don’t actually bother looking at it anymore when your fingers hover over the word ‘send’.

you’ve shut your phone off after that singular moment, and stashed it away in a nearby drawer for safekeeping. and for the entire weekend, you convince yourself that you didn’t really care anymore. six years didn’t matter because you weren’t expecting an answer. just an outlet for these emotions and a burden lifted off your weighted shoulders.

and for the first time in a long while, you acknowledge how liberating it feels to not want to run.

Y/N’S CONTACTS.

him <3 (kaedehara kazuha)

✉ 4:47 am, april 4th (mon).

[ 1 new message! ] : psst. arcade after class today? :)

ah, but who would be an idiot not to fall for him?

you’ve guessed he’s received so many incessant compliments and heartfelt confessions, that despite how frustratingly courteous he was — could never actually bother wasting his time sorting through each and every one of them.

so you figure that you’re in the clear, and he won’t have to burden himself with formulating a sharp answer.

or at least, that’s what you reassure yourself when monday comes around and he greets you with an ever-familiar and warm smile.

and is also perhaps why he pretends like nothing has actually happened…

because if that happened to be the case, he was rather good at acting pretty normal. you knew that if you’d ever received such a confession from somebody, you would have been freaking out a lot more — and depending on whether you reciprocated their emotions, either avoiding or confronting them.

but this…was a little too cold of a reaction.

and yet, at the same time, you were thankful he still kept approaching and talking to you as usual. above all, kazuha was your best friend before he was the person you wanted to be romantically involved with. you could never really bear the thought of losing him as a close confidante.

but it hurt like hell because he was always too kind, always too impossible not to love. always with the 1 am calls and his soft voice when you couldn’t fall asleep. always with the weekend home visits to his place so you could share a meal together. always with the sleepovers or out catching a midnight film. always a shoulder to lean on when the tears were too much. always, always there.

you know he’ll never love you the way you knew just exactly how to love him. and that’s okay.

but if looks and words could have honestly fooled, it almost seemed like he was ridiculously unaware that you had even confessed to him in the first place.

everything stayed the same.

and you can’t help but feel sick at the reality, because a part of you wanted to believe that kazuha was in love with you, at least once in his life and perhaps never again. in sleepless turned drowsy midnight calls, in fleeting glances inside the deserted cinema, in homemade meals and warm smiles, in drowning tears and comforting hugs. in the briefest of seconds when he realized you were always there.

but the thing about love is that it’s blinded you enough to not think about the probability that he might just like you. that he may or may not have been avoiding all other confessions because he only hoped for yours. that he may be hesitating every time you two get closer because he thinks you won’t want him back. that at 1 am while you’re whispering softly through the phone about your day, kazuha’s thinking about all the pragmatic reasons not to blurt out mid-conversation that he’s always been madly in love with you.

you know one thing for sure when you dazedly stare at your phone later that day. love has blinded you enough to not think twice about why kazuha might not be acting any differently than you had initially expected. why he’s so infuriatingly unfazed. why he should have been having a more violent reaction instead of making the same silly jokes with you.

and boy, you’re bewildered when you find two chat notifications waiting in your message box. one from kazuha, inviting you to the nearby arcade after class…except for some absurd reason, there’s no record of an embarrassingly heartfelt confession registered in your shared chat history.

the second from a boy you barely knew but always subconsciously noticed in class, sitting rather ominously in your DMs with the strangest of messages. and it’s only when you begrudgingly open your shared chat, that you clearly feel how your heart stops in one horrifying instant.

because sitting there in the most unexpected of places, lies the culmination of six long years building up to a terribly emotional confession.

but…it’s not for the boy you had hoped would receive it.

that guy in class (xiao)

✉ 11:54 pm, april 2nd (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : who are you?

xiao wishes there was a guidebook for how to handle all probable awkward situations, in the unfortunate circumstance that he’d ever find himself impossibly lodged in the middle of one.

but there’s none that exist to date. and he thinks not even the internet can help him figure out what to respond to a sudden and random heartfelt confession sitting peacefully in his message inbox.

he hasn’t exactly done anything to be loved or wanted by anyone. and at first, your contact name barely registers anyone he recognizes in his head. so he sends the first question he thinks of as a response, and shuts his phone to close his eyes and rest.

but then sunday morning comes and it clicks. he remembers. he knows who you are. because of that, xiao finds it all absurd.

it wasn’t like he intended to stare at you. he was always prone to dozing off mid-classes, eyes instinctively sweeping across every inch of the classroom, outside the window to greet the blinding light of the morning sun, and then reluctantly retreating back inside…

only to see you. and for you to see him.

so the odd pattern repeats. everyday.

you’d think he have broken out of such a quirky habit of looking. he’d think you’d have stopped meeting his eyes every single time. but you always manage to see each other — and past that, neither of you dare make the effort to talk to one another.

it was some sort of unspoken understanding between you two, momentary peace that isn’t built on a real connection. just that he finds comfort in your eyes, while you’re left breathless at his.

but for you to confess, and oh so suddenly without any particular reason to make you like him.

so he realizes the message presently occupying his DMs (and unconsciously plaguing his thoughts) isn’t truly meant for him.

monday eagerly arrives, and he stares. more often than usual, more often than he’d want to. he wonders if you’ve noticed how you fucked up, because he’s almost certain he knows who your vulnerable confession is intended for.

and it’s late in the afternoon when you shyly pull him aside to talk about it. how embarrassed you were by your clumsy mistake, how deeply you felt apologetic for sending it to him, but most importantly of all —

“i’m really sorry, but i like someone else and not you!”

strange how your first conversation turns out like this. he’s always imagined it would begin very differently. perhaps with you pointing out the fact that he always gazes at you, him asking you in return why you always look back.

and almost on impeccable cue, you suddenly smile and tell him about all the times you recognized him because of how often your eyes met, even though you’ve never talked to each other. you’re sorry for not talking with him sooner.

but xiao thinks nothing is going to change just because you’ve verbally acknowledged each other.

he was sort of wrong. the next time you met glances, you smiled. several more times after you’ve started doing it, he starts to reciprocate with the smallest of smiles too — the kind that makes you feel like its your shared little secret.

and you’ve both changed in certain ways. you talked with each other more often, occupying vacated classrooms during breaks and making a bit more room for each other within your drastically different lives. he even starts to join you during lunch whenever kazuha was too occupied with homework, and lets you drag him along to amusement parks or anime events you presumed kazuha wasn’t too interested in.

but the craziest part about it all was that you admitted to never actually confessing to kazuha after all that’s happened.

perhaps you were left traumatized by your previous opportunity to confess to your best friend. perhaps because of a certain “someone’s” consistent jokes, you were too horrified to ever want to confess to somebody ever again. perhaps you were simply confused about the new boy weaving his way into your life.

one thing’s for sure, xiao feels strangely relieved that you decided not to send the actual message to your crush.

and maybe even a little dirty part of him hopes you’ll eventually forget about confessing to kazuha at the end of it all.

saturday boyfriend (childe)

✉ 9:06 am, april 5th (tues).

[ 1 new message! ] : so you’re the girl who likes xiao?

the thing is, childe could have never actually perceived the day when he’d get a phone call late in the evening from xiao, inquiring about what to say in response to an abrupt confession from a stranger.

his brusque and characteristically quiet best friend — had suddenly gotten some crazy chick to fall for him? with that shitty personality?

oh, the unexpected news gave childe the laughter of a lifetime. and yet, he couldn’t help but feel curious about the idea of it. what kind of interesting person would ever be attracted to someone like that guy? (respectfully, of course.)

fortunately to satiate the whirlwind of questions that night, xiao later sends him a text of your name with a message not to bother you.

and childe’s eyes go wide when he eventually puts a face to the name. you, the weird chick always absently staring over at xiao in classes?

perhaps he should’ve seen it coming. he did think it was weird how he sometimes found you glancing quietly towards his friend. but he sort of assumed you’d have liked kazuha instead — you know, your actual best friend — over some guy you’ve never even talked to in your life.

so with the right determination, he makes it his personal mission the following monday to devote his own precious time for a stakeout. because who’s to say you weren’t secretly some disgusting pervert targeting your uninhibited emotions to an innocent classmate?

childe observes you from afar the whole day. from the moment you found your seat in class that morning, watching you lock eyes with xiao mid-science discussion, routinely tagging along with kazuha for lunch, and even as you’re concentrating on a note-taking phase during the afternoon break.

you haven’t made any explicit moves towards xiao…yet. it’s a rather normal and innocuous day for you.

until afternoon comes — and near the school gates, he watches as you awkwardly tug xiao aside to talk to him briefly. childe pauses in his steps, staring at your huddled silhouettes while attempting to decipher the distinct mood of the conversation. he sees you smile at one point, and how you courteously greet each other goodbye when it’s over.

did xiao accept your feelings then?

that night, he gets your number from a mutual friend, and sends you a harmless text message the next morning. if xiao reciprocated your interest in him that day, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad to eventually get to know each other during the long run.

but when he arrives in school, he’s greeted by the sight of you staring at him in surprise and asking if you could spare him a minute of his time to talk. and it’s right then that you explain and attempt to clear up the misunderstanding that transpired between you and his best friend.

it still makes childe laugh at the absurdity of it whenever he thinks about the mistaken confession, and how throughly embarrassed you must have been for unhesitatingly sending it to a complete stranger.

from that fateful day on, you two started to become close friends. and to mark that unforgettably momentous occasion for you — childe would routinely find a way to weave his presence into your saturdays, bringing flowers, chocolates, typical department-store love letters, or text you a long ass cheap excuse of a profession — to remind you of your “beautifully executed confession”. even though really, it’s just a dumb excuse to poke infuriating jokes at you.

those continuous, and admittedly humorous endeavors of his, became some part of the reason why you could never bring yourself to confess to kazuha again…or anyone else for that matter.

and you know, maybe celibacy was the way your life was always destined to be. maybe you weren’t supposed to give out your heart to other guys, because you were solely meant to receive any form of romantic gesture every saturday from a certain ginger-haired bastard. and well, maybe it wasn’t the worst thing to have in the world.

or maybe he’s accidentally caught feelings when he suddenly put more thought than he should have, into picking out a gift on a random saturday.

maybe one average saturday, he’ll unconsciously fall for your smile and the sarcastic words of gratitude you’ll throw back at him.

and maybe, just maybe…on some imminent saturday, he won’t know what more to give other than his real and heartfelt confession to you.

homework hotline (albedo)

✉ 6:15 am, april 7th (thurs).

[ 1 new message! ] : hey, coming over to yours later for that project due next week.

you’ve had close friends come over to your apartment often, but none have ever made you feel as utterly relieved compared to when albedo visits.

it’s always been challenging for you to keep track of homework loads, or stay motivated while reviewing for an upcoming test due the end of the week. and albedo’s presence magically helps you to be productive with exactly all of that.

perhaps you feel more motivated, or somewhat pressured to accomplish tasks in the company of a person who’s actually mastered diligence. whatever it is, for the past few years it’s given you higher grades than you’ve ever expected to receive pitted against your previous academic years.

and ever since then, you’ve made it a point to always partner up together during projects, which he easily obliges to. plus, you’ve succeeded as a team in plenty of tasks for so long, that albedo naturally feels more inclined to work with you.

he also can’t deny that the company is indeed familiar and comfortable, therefore making it the most preferable alternative.

besides, he’s made himself at home in your apartment for a handful of years now, that it’s almost as if he practically lives together with you. an extra toothbrush left in your bathroom cupboard, a similar set of pillows and blankets stashed inside your closet, albedo’s hoodies and clothes folded in a neat pile within a separate drawer — his presence in your home was always just there.

which is why later that evening, as you and albedo are busy preparing dinner before you cram an overnight agenda of finishing several projects in advance, he casually suggests the idea of moving in together instead.

and it’s frankly not that terrible of an idea. the rent would be split between you both so you’d save much more, there would be no more trouble commuting to each other’s places to finish school-related tasks, house chores would be divided amongst the two of you, and albedo could occupy the apartment while you were out on weekly visits or sleepovers in kazuha’s.

so the deed is done. by the following week, you’ve already prepared other necessary accommodations, and albedo comes over with a small duffel bag (since most of his stuff was already left at your place) and a brand new key for your shared abode.

neither of you can really feel like something has changed. if anything, it seems more natural to have him permanently living with you because it makes things more convenient.

and ever since then, you’ve been constantly seen together a lot more frequently inside the university premises (causing some familiar faces grow envious at the sight of it), but the both of you preferred to keep your current home status as a personal secret so as not to fuel too many strange rumors.

you do homework with each other a lot more often. you’re also left in awe by the occasional detailed doodles scrawled across the corner pages of his lecture notebook. one late evening, you were wondering if it was the sleep taking over you, or he actually drew a little portrait of you on one of the tightly folded pages.

everyday, you’d take turns doing certain things during your well-deserved breaks. albedo, on one hand, teaches you how to draw and paint. you’re not exactly the best at artistic endeavors, but he was always patient and supportive, going as far as to provide specific remarks on the things you needed improvement with.

on other days, you’d convince him to sit down with you to binge food while watching your favorite films. he’d initially oblige to appease your kindness and hadn’t realized it at first — but at some later point, he ended up loving all the same movies as you did.

it’s slow but anticipated, the way he falls in love with you. perhaps a part of him has always seen this ending coming — recognized the dangerous path he was treading, and yet took it without any complaint.

even though he saw through your heart and how you wanted someone else. even as he witnessed the romantic gifts you carried back home with a giddy smile. even while he listens to you upsettingly vent about the most impertinent guy who keeps making his way back into your life.

because maybe deep down, he’s always hoped to love someone like this. the sound of your laughter filling his ears while making dinner. films on television illuminating your face in the darkness. yawns you stifle when it’s midnight and you’re almost finished with homework. fluttering eyes in the morning. enchanting smiles quirking across your lips. napping soundly on the study desk even though you kindly insisted on waiting up for him before you both slept. how it feels to talk about everything and nothing at the same time.

it’s natural and innate. foreign yet so familiar. a breath of fresh air. and yet, the feeling of home lingers across his fingertips.

a written, unchangeable, and hopeless destiny for albedo to always fall without constraint. and the saddest truth is — he wouldn’t have wanted this love for any other way.

BLOCKED — 4th grader asshole (scaramouche)

✉ 2:35 pm, april 9th (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : you’re paying for the next meal dumbass.

scaramouche to you was a lot of things. perhaps the first and most notable one of them all was that he was an impressively pompous asshole.

and you suppose he’s always been like that. the same bitchy bully you’ve regretfully crossed paths with during the fourth grade.

the strangest part is, you’ve never actually done anything to piss the boy off. or at least, none you could still vividly remember. but you were certain that you weren’t too shitty as a kid, and your first interaction with scaramouche wasn’t even close to offensive.

it happened on the elementary playground, when you first caught sight of the little boy eagerly chasing after his friends, before suddenly tripping over a rock and diving straight into the ground. you remember the degrading echoes of his friends’ laughter, how you worriedly walked over to him and asked if he was okay. how you stretched your hand out to the kid on the ground, and how he stared at you with an unreadable gaze. and before you even knew it, past that singular moment, every single day of 4th grade became absolute war.

could anyone blame you for simply being courteous? he had terribly shitty friends and you only wanted to help…which yes, unexpectedly backfired with irreparable consequences. how were you to know in that second that something horrible would happen?

maybe you should never have approached scaramouche that day. or maybe you also would’ve regretted never helping him out.

either way, the thought has always plagued the back of your mind, and you wonder if your life would have changed so drastically had you made a different choice in that playground.

even until today, he still somehow manages to wander into your life oh so effortlessly. in the hallways, ramming into your shoulder without sparing a mere glance or an apology. in the middle of class, absently toying with your free locks of hair while you grumble several coherent insults towards the boy. during gratitude day, him stealing your white blouse scribbled in your friends’ messages and writing some of his own unwanted words on it. in the art room, cornering you with that devilish smirk and a finger against his lips as he warns you not to make a single sound, while the hall monitor angrily screeches his name around the deserted corridors…most likely intending to throw him in detention.

even at the comfort of your own home — he’s the neighbor who (unfortunately) moved around the same time as you did, except he lives in the spacious flat two floors below.

and it infuriates you to the ends of the earth. how he’s always been there. how he somehow still is.

when you aced a major test, he was there with an irritated scoff, reminding you not to get too full of yourself. when he saw how you started to fall for kazuha in the early years, he was there to poke fun of you for wanting a “nice” guy, because nice was just an equivalent for boring. when he saw you standing outside your house beneath the rain — soaked, shivering, and frustrated after a big argument with your parents — he shoved an umbrella in your face and told you how you looked absolutely horrendous.

he’s seen too much of you, both in your happiest and at your worst. not even others like kazuha or close family friends have witnessed or known such dark parts of you. why did it have to be him? this boy who has been constantly tormenting you for several years of your life?

even as you surround yourself with better people, you still think about the insolent asshole roaming around the hallways. still overly conscious about his presence whenever you’re in the same room (more than you would have wanted). still thinking about his umbrella in the rain.

and perhaps that was the most perplexing thing which unknowingly drew you to scaramouche. that you never really knew which side of him you were going to get everyday.

one moment he’s explicitly arguing with you in the middle of plain daylight (which unfortunately, later lands you both in detention) — then all of a sudden, you’re riding a bus at midnight to your apartment alone, and he’s the person coincidentally seated next to you, flinching at your snot as he hurriedly juts a handkerchief towards your teary face.

he’s always headed towards the apartment at the same time you exit the bus coming from the university. and although you two constantly bicker and fight along the way back to the building, he was there to accompany you on the lonely walk home.

he pokes fun about your painfully obvious crush on your best friend, but tones it down on the sunday he sees you with puffy red eyes after confessing and attempting to convince yourself you didn’t care if he didn’t want you back.

even more so when you’re unwillingly forced to share a table with him inside a popular and crowded restaurant during lunch — him insulting you for the way you scarf down your food like a pig, and yet his hand subconsciously reaches out to wipe the sauce smudge on the corner of your lips before casually licking it off his thumb.

you’re staring at him in confusion, grateful yet weirded out at the…generous gesture. but all he does is scoff disapprovingly at your face, because there’s no masking the strange red flush that creeps up your cheeks from the uncharacteristic tension and his sudden physical contact.

and for the first time in the years you’ve known him, you’ve only made yourself presently aware of the reddish tint that sets the tips of his ears aglow.

what you’ll never actually realize is how much effort he’s been constantly making to conceal that singularly instinctive (and frankly, repulsive) action that reminds him of how vulnerable you’ve always made him feel — ever since you gave him your hand back in fourth grade.

it would’ve helped him a lot more if he had never noticed you prior to that. how nice you were to the other kids and teachers. how adorable you looked in those neat pigtails. how you had unknowingly charmed every single person into the palm of your hand, and how you were still so infuriatingly enchanting and oblivious at the effect you had on others…even until today.

he hated feeling vulnerable more than anything else in the world, knowing that he was also one of those idiots helplessly wrapped around your finger. just that unlike the rest of them, he’d never actually stoop down so low with his pride to say it out loud.

and he hated that everyday, you were always making it all the more easier for him to admit it to himself. to scream out to the world that scaramouche hated how much he has somehow, foolishly, and quite impossibly, always been in love with you.

organization hottie (ayato)

✉ 5:23 pm, april 9th (sat).

[ 1 new message! ] : see you on monday.

you tried not to squeal too loudly when you suddenly received the text message. but albedo could see the way you tightly pressed your lips together to stifle back a wide whooping grin.

and why wouldn’t you be thrilled? you had just gotten accepted into your university’s official charity organization! it was certainly the perfect opportunity to expose yourself to more learning experiences and activities past the fields of academics.

obviously, it wasn’t like a super attractive person was currently heading the committee and had just sent you a text saying you got accepted a couple minutes ago…

or…okay.

so maybe there’s a bit of an influence. i mean, was it that bad to find a guy who devotes his time for others insanely charming?

of course, it wasn’t anything serious like the way you felt for kazuha. it was more of a happy crush, if you would call it — someone you have a slight romantic admiration for, but don’t exactly harbor any deep feelings towards them.

admittedly, you had naturally considered the prospect of finding yourself with nothing to do over the course of summer, and you figured applying in the organization wouldn’t do much harm for you anyway…even though you had some reservations about the final decision to sign up for it.

and then, you heard about how ayato was recently elected to oversee the committee activities for the following year. thus, the rest was simply history.

the next week, you’re swamped with exchanging introductions among several new members and almost immediately busying yourself with the upcoming project meeting.

oddly enough, you’ve been assigned in the same team as ayato for your first project. and although you began on a rather rough and awkward start together, he guides you through the transitioning process until you’ve learned at least enough things to handle some separate tasks independently.

you’ve always assumed ayato was an overly formal and aloof person to approach compared to the others — however on the contrary, you were pleasantly surprised to discover that he also beheld a mischievous side conflicting his own outer demeanor.

there were days when even he would occasionally reach out to talk about things past organization-related matters. simple questions such as asking about some input on a certain movie, if you had completed this previously given assignment, or merely checking how your day was going.

and maybe it was just strange for you to suddenly realize how human ayato feels.

sure, he was often distant and burdened under plenty of responsibilities. you’ve heard your fair share of rumors and how he was always seemingly placed on a pedestal above all — perhaps you’d almost forgotten that at the end of the day, he was still just trying to get his own shit together, like everybody else.

he was precisely nothing short of a normal guy. the kind who pokes good fun around and plays chess on breaks. the kind who still asks if you want to accompany him to springtime festivals. the kind who smiles at you when he sees you standing across the hallway. the kind who elbows you subtly when you’ve dozed out in the middle of somebody’s monologue. the kind who feels like you‘re somehow beginning to know him better than you know yourself.

and ayato thinks you’re the kind he wondered what would happen had he met you all those years ago instead. if he had an opportunity to know you better before, than he did today. if he would have liked you any sooner, or always just a little later.

maybe it’s true that ayato could work hard to be a lot of things. after all, he couldn’t have become half the man he was today if he hadn’t convinced himself to put in more effort than anybody else.

but maybe there were also some things ayato could just never bring himself to have, no matter how hard he tried. maybe there were always meant to be some moments and people he wasn’t possibly cut out for.

and maybe he could try all he wanted, but he could never really work hard enough to ever make you notice his own lonesome heart — always patiently waiting.

BONUS CONTACT ! — a short side story.

radio boy (thoma)

✉ 3:07 pm, april 5th (tues).

[ 1 new message! ] : hey y/n! do you mind stopping by the broadcasting room for a bit?

although thoma has always been well-favored among people of all ages, he feels that there’s nobody else he’d rather spend his company with than you.

it’s not that he’s wanted you for ill intentions or in a romantic perspective. just that you were his favorite person who was so invariably easy to talk to.

you first met thoma inside the broadcasting room, randomly paying a visit out of curiosity to ask the title of a particular song played during the morning break. and then the following day, you came back to ask on behalf of your friend about another song.

before either of you knew it, you were making regular yet brief appearances to the little recording area — not just to ask about songs, but also to initiate small talk about how the other’s day was going. it was later on you discovered that thoma was a student from another class in the same university who volunteered to work for the campus radio station.

on most days, you’d bring him pastries or coffee to satiate his empty stomach, since thoma preferred to spend most of his free time in the broadcasting room. sometimes, he’d also be generous enough to let you borrow some of his cd’s or flash-drives of music playlists that he thinks would suit your taste.

during periods when you were too busy to pay a visit, you’d send him a quick text apologizing in advance. but not even five minutes later, a familiar song would suddenly blast through the classroom speakers in response, and you couldn’t do anything to hide the contented smile from quirking across your face.

when thoma begins to fall in love with you, he finds himself secretly dedicating certain songs to you on the campus radio — either playing tracks he knows you love, or music that he thinks reminds him of you.

of course, you’re not really sure when the boy behind the radio started liking somebody. just that all of a sudden on an average weekday, you belatedly noticed how his choice of tunes changed, and never became the same as before.

and every time you’ll teasingly question thoma about his arbitrary selection of songs in hopes of prying him for a name drop, all he does is shrug with a quiet smile — saying that you, out of all people, should know her all too well.

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a faithful encounter (genshin au [spy x family])

the story follows a spy who has to "build a family" to execute a mission, not realizing that the girl he adopts as his daughter is a telepath, and the woman he agrees to be in a marriage with is a skilled assassin.

note: the loid forger in this au will be aether, albedo and xiao! anya forger as klee, qiqi and paimon and yor forger is you!

the reader will be pronounced as she/her for the plot.

edited - important notice 📢

operation strix: “we all have a side of ourselves that we don’t show anyone. Whether it’s with friends, lovers, or even family, we hide our true feelings and true nature with fake smiles and deception. and that’s how the world maintains its temporary peace.”

aether [codename: viator]

• our aether here is undoubtfully very skilled!

• not just by camouflaging, he is talented with weaponry and physical combat.

• this man can be aloof as he wants but he’s goofy af.

• being a spy takes risky decisions. he doesn’t like playing with people’s heart just to get the information he needs but he’s a type of man to say “it is what it is.”

• finished with his other mission earlier, his superiors assigned him with another one. his next assignment is he have to get close with a member from a party and to look out for their ulterior motives.

• “to do this, you must first get married and have a child--”

• his inner dialogue of him reading the news paper cut off, spitting the coffee he drank on the paper in surprise.

• “excuse me-”

• before he could react further, he continue to read the news paper. he must enroll his child in his target’s school and infiltrate the social gatherings that they organize. he have a week to look for a wife and a child.

• “how to bore a child in seven days!??” idiot really mistook it.

• man have the crowds looking at him weirdly. his face went fuse.

• settling up for his mission, buying an ordinary house and looking for the candidates to act as his family.

• under his real name “aether” with occupation psychiatrist is his new identity.

• as he begin searching for a child, he choose paimon!

• to his surprise, paimon’s maturity surpasses her age.

• ‘child-bearing mission complete. should i look for a mother? having a family is the last thing a spy wanted..’

• AND yes how could we forget? paimon can read minds.

• ‘he’s a spy?! well.. this is concerning..’

• and yes. paimon is already aware from the start that she’s just using her for his mission to her dismay. she wanted to get out from here. but for now, she have to take her time slowly convincing aether to not send her off again.

• when aether was about to get some essentials, paimon dashed to him and clings on his leg.

• “oh! oh! adventure! can paimon go with you??”, “no paimon! it’s not an adventure! i’m going shopping.”

• ended up tagging her along anyway. their relationship really improved in small amount of time. they sometimes bicker.

• aether have to buy some manuals for parenting. they acted much like siblings than father and daughter..

• and just like anya, paimon doesn’t like studying.

• “paimon hates studying! why do I have to study??”

• “paimon. i need to know your academic abilities for the exam! you need to go to school.”

• “what?? you taking paimon to school? why do paimon need that!?”

• “because children like you need to go to school so that you can assist us once we’re old.”

• “but-..”

• “no but’s!” aether being a strict parent, paimon finally studied.

• but she’s not that smart as he thinks. luckily, aether help her with it and manage to nail the exam!!

• as the eden college required both parents to be present at the interview, he began to look for a wife!

• and that’s you! you’re fit for his requirement!

• he met you just like loid met yor ofc at boutique. he got startled at your sudden appearance.

• “um… mister. you’ve been staring at me. did you need something?” manz gone red and apologizing you non-stop. he can imagine his sister teasing him.

• both of you are about to ask about partner issues but once paimon showed up, she immediately understand the situation.

• “father.. are you going to ask her out?”, “paimon! why so blunt??”, “come on this is your chance! you wont die single anymore!”

• thanks to paimon, you both become a couple! in disguise of course.. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

• alas, there’s another mission he have to take. stopping a group of smugglers on saturday, the same day of your friend's party that both of you need to attend.

• on that very day, aether is busy for his mission and trying to finish them quickly so that he can make it to the party. you on the other hand, dead ass waiting for almost 1 hour. the streets are cold also so you have to go inside first before you catch cold.

• while at the party, your friends are talking to your back that you might lying about you having a boyfriend. trying your utmost best to calm dawn from thinking of murdering all of people here, aether finally showed up with his bleeding forehead.

• “i’m sorry that i’m late for the party! i’m aether, y/n’s husband.”

• then he later realized his mistake. his cheeks went red in embarrassment. damn aether, you have a lot to learn.

• as he takes you home to avoid any drama and questions, the smugglers tracked him down.

• being an idiot he is, he told you that kicking his patients (which is the smugglers) is a new medical treatment. yes, you believe him ofc. you don’t know much about doctor stuffs so you just shrug it off.

• “i’m sorry! i’m an amateur, yet i just treated a patient!”

• yep. you both equally dumb to each other.

• and aether is in awe. aether stans for woman and respectable af. everything you do makes him kneel before you. “that’s amazing! you sent him flying!”

• then when you requested to make their marriage as official, he uses a grenade pin as a wedding ring while the smugglers behind the generator they’re hiding blown up.

• the only thing you could thought is ‘damn, we look so cool.’

albedo kreideprinz [codename: calx]

• our mysterious boy albedo is a variant of loid forger!

• but the difference is he’s a prodigy and not really expressive.

• so when he was assigned to have a family, he just continue on reading like nothing happened.

• he use his real name with occupation: doctor.

• finding a kid who can write and read is the real issue for albedo. the orphanage he went is full of uneducated children. well aside for that certain kid named klee.

• klee acts like her age. she have the standards that albedo needs but her character is too bright for his introverted self. and clearly she needs a lot to learn.

•he needs someone who's tolerable too, but as if he have a choice anyway. he adopts klee.

• klee sometimes call albedo “big brother” or “mister albedo” in accident. looks like he needs to work with his father figure.

• but she manage to call him father at the end after the incident where she was hold as a hostage.

• oh! and their relationship getting along so well!

• albedo have soft spots for children! a husband material fr.

• luckily for albedo, klee doesn’t mind studying for her entrance exam. the downside is the entrance exam is coming near and klee doesn’t have enough time to familiarize what she studied. he have to get a copy of the questionnaire with the help of his informant, timaeus.

• klee nail the exam too! albedo grown tired from teaching klee but it was all worth it (big thanks to her telepathic abilities).

• now time to look for a wife.

• when he’s on the boutique with klee, he found a decent woman with in his age. he thought that she would be the one to become his wife but then when you walk in, his eyes fall on to your figure.

• albedo is a man interested with the unusual so when he looks at you, he finds you captivating and intriguing. the way he failed to sense your presence when you entered the shop and the way you behave. and your appearance too!

• albedo doesn’t really care about people’s appearance but yours contain a lot of possibilities. you’re quite built in his opinion.

• “uhh.. sir? do you need something?”

• “pardon me but what i’m looking for is found.”

• and just like that, he excused himself from the woman he talked earlier and made it to your side.. so as klee.

• “father! klee is done measuring with her uniform!”

• your attention finally lay on the lovely father and daughter.. and damn you never seen someone so handsome before.

• ‘he’s illegally handsome… sad to say that he have a spouse. i was about to ask him if he could pretend as my boyfriend for the party..’

• and klee easily reads the situation.

• “oh! does father looking for a mother for klee? klee was so sad about it! klee misses the presence of a mother..”

• albedo was caught off guard that klee understood the circumstance. he seem not flustered about it but a shade of pink is present on his ears.

• “klee…”, “huh? you’re looking for a wife?”, “oh- uhm.. yes.”

• mission success!! albedo have a wife for his mission! give a thanks to our matchmaker klee!

• both of you made a proposal first, attending on the party that you’re in him as your boyfriend and later you’ll be the wife.

• the party will start at saturday night but so as his incoming mission.

• he’s trying to finish it early so he can make it to the party with timaeus' assistance.

• “i apologize for being so late! i’m albedo kreideprinz, y/n’s fiancé.”

• geez… he almost mistook you as his wife. fiancé is much convincing.

• when your friend tried to embarrass you in front of the guests especially to your fiancé, albedo is pissed of their behavior towards you. are they really your friend?

•and the way you catch the tray make him speechless. he’s right about his observations about you being different.

• as he takes you home, the smugglers followed both of your tracks. they try to trip albedo’s car.

• and you who almost got off from your seat. “wtf- who are they?”, “probably one of my patients who wants a piece of me.”

• you’re confused af. what did he do that turned his patients to this?

• idk if he did that purposely...

• mischievous af. (favorite word for today: af)

• then gurl when you show some moves, he’s much convinced that you’re no ordinary. he’s very interested with you now!

• oh! when you requested to make their marriage official, your reasoning is valid and he doesn't mind so he take it. plus it makes it easier for his mission.

• as albedo want to admit, he look forward to get to know you.

alatus [codename: xiao]

• very aloof. he’s fit for the role as a spy. you can say that he’s another variant of loid.

• plus he’s very skilled with combat and flexible as a cat. you can find him jumping on walls or jumping on the air.

• is also known with his vigilance. his superiors rely on his ungodly abilities.

• despite having a cold exterior, he’s easy to fluster.

• just like when he was tasked to have a family. his face is redder as a tomato.

• “you must first get married and have a child--”

• he chokes on his coffee. “i’m sorry?—“

• “since the deadline for enrollment is approaching, you’ll be given one week.”

• manz so red maybe in both anger and embarrassment and rip off his newspaper. “he wants me to have a child within this week??”

• the passengers look at him, concerned. xiao really questioning his life decisions and wanted to bury himself.

• he use his real name with occupation: physical therapist as his identity!

• he also have problems with finding a kid for his mission. luckily that he found qiqi.

• like paimon, qiqi is aware that he’s using her for his mission. she'll do her best too to change xiao’s mind.

• qiqi is so well behaved. too behaved and reserved. xiao finds it concerning the more he observe her.

• he doesn’t have any problems with her too. she obeyed him.

• still, he have to work with her memorization. she have a bad memory.

• but with her telepathy powers, she passed the entrance exam.

• ahh the moment we’re waiting for. searching for a wife time!

• xiao also doesn’t like the idea of entering someone’s life just to get an information or two.

• but for the sake of peace and unity between countries, he have to do it.

• he got startled with your sudden appearance and blushed. aiyaya, he never seen someone catches his attention. he’s seriously observing you from head to toe, checking if there’s any red flags but nothing. still, there’s something about you that he can’t fully decipher.

• then xiao’s eyes landed on yours. he looks fascinated by it and the way it shines. man.. he didn’t realized that he fell for you at first sight.

• and your reaction mirrored his. you have a fine man staring at you!

• you’re even scared to say anything. his beauty and being under to his cat-like gaze makes you feel shy. “sir… do you need something?”

• xiao realized his position he’s in. his cheeks went red again and trying to mutter up some words.

• “i-..uhh .. just..”, ‘thinking if I could make you my wife…’, “i apologize for my behavior..”

• qiqi who is finished with measuring for her uniform, just watch how their interaction goes. later, she approach xiao and straightly asked him to ask you as his wife.

• “qiqi want’s this mother… qiqi wants father xiao ask her to be qiqi’s mother.”

• damn help this poor man. he’s malfunctioned.

• you’re flustered to have someone wants you to be their mother.. to be THIS handsome man's wife.

• feeling like eternity, you finally spoked. “you,, don’t have a wife..?”

• “uh.. no. my wife died years ago,,”

• and then there we go! both of you become a couple in disguise! little did you know that part of him wants to make it official. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

• you keep it on mind to give some treats for qiqi later as a thank you for being their little matchmaker.

• and! he have a mission on the same day and time of your friend’s party. you really need to have xiao to pretend as your boyfriend on the party to keep an image but he seems pretty late. you go inside first before you get a fever from waiting.

• minutes later, xiao made it to the party at last!

• like aether, he introduced you to the guests as his wife.

• both of you became red but mostly xiao, from telling the different information.

• our boy xiao is also pissed when your friend is trying to embarrass you! he was about to defend you but you girlboss it, catching the tray with your foot.

• is very impressed. can tell that you’re not trained with defense. but convinced himself anyway that you trained defense.

• he takes you home before your friends bad mouthing you in front of him. he really can't stand them.

• while sending you home, there's a car following you guys and it turns out that it was the smugglers who he took care off during his mission.

•he just told you that he doesn't know who they are when you asked.

•realizing that there's no use to get out from this predicament, both of you got out of the car to lure them in the alleyway.

•damn you're simping when he show some move.

•"that was hot.", "huh-"

•let's just say that he did the same when you saved him from the ambush.

•staring at you for a while and drags you again out from the smugglers sight.

•when you requested him to make their marriage as official for mutual benefits, he didn't hesitate to accept it.

•grabbing a grenade and using the pin as the ring (because the ring he got fall off from his pocket-) while the smugglers got blown up behind you both.

•very iconic af.

•and you're so inlove.

•for xiao, he needs time to understand his feelings.

yikes. didn't know that i make it this far. but hey! i got some quite of content! the spy x family got me thinking about genshin boys and us doing mr. and mrs. smith vibes. yes i have fun writing aether's partkdksisksizk

as usual, don't be afraid pointing out my mistakes so that i can fix it!

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