trouble in paradise?
in which you and your rival co-actor were partnered up for your chemistry on-screen…and now that you’ve realized it, it’s proven to become more of a challenge not to fall for each other. (or : short dialogues shared)
character/s: albedo, ayato, childe, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao
a/n: hehe hi @sohyuki
childe.
getting interviewed about dating rumors,
“is it true that the both of you really aren’t together?”
it takes every fiber in you to not choke or spit out the water in your mouth, as you (shakily) set down the previously offered water bottle with a hasty and composed smile. “again, neither of us are interested in dating each other. we do admit that we have an…amiable relationship as co-actors, but definitely nothing more or less than that.”
yeah right, you can feel your inner voice openly chide as your eyes flit towards childe’s in masked panic. however, all you witness from your co-actor is his irritatingly polite smile, and a seemingly unfazed demeanor despite the intrusive and bothersome question.
“i don’t know, i think we look pretty good together.” he grins in a boyish manner, his slender fingers somehow finding its way to tease a lock of your hair within his grasp. you can feel a blush creep upon your cheeks at the unexpected remark, and you fight the urge to cuss him out in the middle of national television. not when your interviewer was clearly gushing at the sight of you two, and the glint of mischief in his ocean blue eyes almost dare to taunt you in his twisted idea of a challenge.
“it’s a shame,” you seethe through gritted teeth and a forced smile, discreetly unlacing his fingers from your freshly styled bed of hair. “that we’re just friends who aren’t attracted to each other.”
“says who?” you hear him pipe jokingly from beside you, and you swear your head whips back to him faster than lightning, a bewildered look evident in your eyes. “for all we know, i could have been secretly in love with you for the last few months.”
“ha ha, really funny.” you swallow the words as his fingers casually bump against yours, the warm sensation of it rendered as something foreign in your brain. it takes a moment to also register that his face was now inches from yours, a playful smirk on his face as he revels in the sight of your disbelief.
“funny, huh? care to find out whether it’s true, then?”
your tomato-hued face was the one thing childe took pride in, before the director giddily shouted ‘cut!’, and the interview was finally over.
the next day, your names were in bold headlines — and to much of your evident disappointment, even more rumors of the both of you “dating” were scattered all over the gushing press and intrigued audience.
xiao.
photographing for a magazine cover,
“how much longer do you have to touch me?”
“you think i appreciate this any more than you do?” he sneers, amber irises recoiling quickly in disgust at the sight of you. “stop moving and let’s get this over with.”
“that’s great, you two look perfect!” the photographer praises in evident enthusiasm from behind. “could you bring the lady a little closer to your chest?”
a squeak comes out of you when you feel your co-actor obey the order, much to his utter dismay. “you keep writhing. could you tone that down for a fucking second?”
“well in case you haven’t noticed, i’m not exactly the most comfortable with—!” your words catch in your throat when xiao slyly angles his head down to a patch of skin on your neck. you can hear his breath hitch and your pulse quicken at the little gesture, his seething words suddenly coming out clearer than ever against your flushed complexion.
“neither am i. now you’d better shut up, before i make you.”
“that pose is perfect! adjust your expressions — yes, keep it like that for a bit longer!”
it almost hurts to keep your breathing controlled, but it’s all you can do to calm the thrumming of your heart, as your conflicted eyes meet his indecipherable irises boring straight back into yours.
“…fine. dickwad.”
“incessant bitch.”
scaramouche.
bickering after a kissing scene,
“oi, someone get me some mouthwash.” you hear your co-actor grumble in disgust, while hastily wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
“a mint for me.” you scoff in return, only rolling your eyes when he turns to you with a death glare that seemed to harbor a shred of disbelief. “what? you taste like shit.”
“yeah, because i kissed shit.”
your scowl deepens at his words, and it takes the director’s exhausted command to split the sparking tension apart between you two. a part of you felt bad, considering this had already become some sort of “normal” routine ever since he scouted the both of you to play the main roles in a romantic film. but could he blame the both of you for getting pissed off after having to repeat that damned kissing scene for several takes?
“the good news is,” the director inhales a hefty breath. “that’s the last kissing scene you have to do together.”
“well, i wouldn’t intend to kiss her ever again.” scaramouche snorts. “she’s one hell of a shitty kisser.”
“oh like you were any better, dipshit.”
“you really wanna go at it right now?” his eyes flicker over to yours in a fit of darkness.
“what, you’re gonna prove me wrong or something?”
“maybe i will.” he growls in irritation, before violently snatching your wrist and dragging you with him to retreat inside his trailer, as you both quietly bicker amongst yourselves…but nevertheless, strangely don’t seem to be recoiling away from each other at the notion of kissing again.
“but, we have another scene to film in seven minutes—”
“any of you step inside that trailer and i’ll beat your ass up.” he threatens for the last time, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he lazily glances over his shoulder to meet the rest of the production crew’s astonished gazes. “we’ll come out when we’re finished with our business.”
kaedehara kazuha.
walking on the red carpet,
“y/n, over here!”
the flashing of crowded camera lights momentarily blind you with their intense illumination, but you work up a smile for the audience anyway. it’s been thirty minutes since you’ve found yourself posing for the cameras, however now you wanted nothing more than to sit down and tend to the blisters that were beginning to sting at your feet from your heels.
you take a few steps toward the venue, ever so slightly swaying in your stance as you grit your teeth and endure the sudden bursts of pain. if you could just walk a bit quicker to reach the confines of the marbled threshold that awaits…
but the deafening shout of the final group of photographers snap you out from your daze, glancing over your shoulder as they excitedly beckon you over to take the last batch of photos before entering inside.
you shift in your steps…albeit a little too hurriedly, as your feet begin to wobble and you feel yourself about to fall down —
only to be (unwillingly) caught by none other than your unfazed co-actor. his hands slip around your waist to securely straighten your body, and you can’t help but gape in astonishment at the uncharacteristic yet gentlemanly gesture.
“love, you look like an idiot staring at me.”
your eyebrows furrow at the slightly rude comment, annoyed at how his averted eyes never seem to meet yours. “i think i had it under control.” you mutter beneath your breath, forcing a smile for the cameras and gushing photographers, as his thumb lazily traces circles on your waist in a form of reassurance.
“you can bicker all you want later, when we reach the entrance.” he smirks in amusement, before nonchalantly resting his head on your shoulder to pose differently for the pictures, his intrusive breath tickling your ears. “just smile and look pretty, love. like always.”
it’s frustrating to fight the blush that settles on your cheeks as he puts on a facade and eventually guides you inside with that fucking knowing grin.
albedo.
attending a costume fitting,
“stand still.” you hear him mutter in a low breath, as he wraps the measuring tape around the curve of your waist.
you let out a dry scoff. “who let you do this?”
“it’s not that difficult of a task,” albedo replies, peering down at the red number on the white band. “so i offered to help out.”
“well make it quick,” you clear your throat, cocking your head to the side in attempts to hide the flush on your cheeks. “it’s been fifteen minutes. i’m starving.”
“are you?” he hums, never raising his teal irises to meet yours in turn. “or are you just scared?”
you frown at the boy. “why would i be scared?”
albedo tugs lightly on the measuring tape around your body, causing you to tumble forward and closer to his face. your eyes jolt wide open at the close proximity, and the forbidden thumping in your heart grows worse at the clearer sight of him.
“a-albedo?” you blurt out, shifting your eyes somewhere else to avoid his piercing gaze. “what the hell are you doing?” you peek over his shoulder at the wide open door. “what if someone sees us?”
a corner of his lip tugs upward in an attractive manner. “ah, is that why?” followed by a teasing chuckle. “you’re scared i might do something to you.”
“jeez, i’m not afraid—” you bite your tongue hastily in aggression, when he suddenly tilts his head to inch closer towards your lips.
“it’s in your eyes right now,” he remarks in a low voice, noting the way your breath remains caught in your throat. “you’re scared i’ll end up kissing you.”
you swallow thickly in the haze of his pervading cologne, unable to say anything to refute his words. because yeah, maybe he was right. maybe you were scared about the centimeter distance. maybe you were scared that your rival co-actor might press his soft mouth against yours without acting. maybe you were scared about what that would mean in your career and competitive relationship.
bringing your hands down to his, you pry his grasp off the tape around your waist. “well, you got what you needed. i’m leaving.”
as you hurriedly make your way towards the exit of the room, albedo stays behind to fill out the last measurement required on the sheet of paper, before eventually allowing a begrudging sigh to escape from between his pressed lips.
“ah…for a second, i almost wanted to kiss her.”
ayato.
helping with your make-up,
“why does he have to do this again?” you groan in your seat, jutting out a finger at the boy setting down another cosmetic near a station organized by the wide mirror.
“‘cause i know how to do it well.” ayato smiles, but there’s something close to a mischievous intent masked behind blue-grey irises.
you glare over at the director, who ended up shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “just a few more minutes and it’s over. you’re getting paid to put up with him anyway.”
“god knows i wish i wasn’t,” you scoff, about to bury your face in your hands, before suddenly remembering you were already caked with make-up.
“one last touch,” you hear him hum, watching as he swipes his finger across a light pink tint before reluctantly bringing his hand closer to your face.
you can’t even protest as he brushes the pigment softly against the plush of your lips, the rest of his fingers cupping your cheek in a gentle manner. ayato strokes the shade once, twice, and perhaps once more for an extra measure — before suddenly pausing in his movements.
you wonder what he’s busy gawking at, and then it belatedly hits you — he’s staring at your mouth.
“ahem,” you aggressively clear your throat, snapping him out of his temporary daze.
“ah, it’s done.” ayato instantly comments, and it irks you to see how he doesn’t even seem bothered that you had clearly caught him admiring your lips back there.
“weirdo.” you grumble, pushing yourself off the seat to scrutinize the boy’s finished work in the mirror. “hm, i suppose it’s…not bad.”
your hesitant comment causes his eyes to shift from the cosmetics, towards the sight of your reflection in the mirror.
“well, would you look at that,” he grins cockily, ignoring the way his heart subconsciously races a tad too quickly at the pleasant view of you.
“i finally made you pretty.”
OKAY WHAT
HOW HAVE I
I JUST CLICKED EVERYWHERE I SAW
FIRST TIME I'VE WON SOMETHING AND ITS GENSHIN
OMG
Now I have to enter the game everyday, and it's quite hard with my job :D
Oh God, it was so unrealistic: first, I won 50/50 for Zhong Li, then I got Cyno for another 50/50 and last I GOT THE WELKIN MOON
What a wonderful end of the week 💔
'GOLDEN HOUR: Part.2' Jacket Making Film | YUNHO (#2)
Addendum to the warnings: spitting.
Synopsis: Your quiet village life is suddenly upended one foggy morning as forgein ships beach on the wet sand of your Isle. You know they can only be after one thing, your sister, for she is gifted with Sight. Sworn to protect her, you urge her to run and hide while you assess the damage only to find that you are both greatly out matched and out numbered. Will you be willing to fight the Gods to insure your sister's safety or will you accept the hand you were dealt?
Chapter One : July 10th
Chapter Two: July 17th
Chapter Three: July 24th
Chapter Four: July 31st
Chapter Five: August 7th
Chapter Six: August 14th
Chapter Seven: August 21st
Final Chapter: August 28th
Note: If anything is spelled wrong or there are any grammatical errors, do not come for me. This was a fic inspired by a piece of fanart that I wrote in less than 72 hours start to finish. Please just enjoy my labor of love and hyperfixation.
Taglist:
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(I am no longer doing a tag list for this fic or for anything in the future for personal reasons. Thank you)
dynamic // yuuji x fem!reader x sukuna
genre // smut + horror
aged up characters (25+)
heavy nsfw + dc, minors do not interact
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AUTHOR’S NOTE
this is my contribution for my wheel of misfortune kinktober horror collab!! i spun the prompts nightmares + drugged sex.
SUMMARY
a killer is ravaging the streets of your once-peaceful town. will your new roommate protect you from the nightmares that exist both in your head and out of it?
CHAPTER INDEX | a nightmare in five parts
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01 | aftertouch (12.8k words)
horror + general cw — graphic imagery, nightmares; mentions and descriptions of gore, death, and cannibalism; reader smokes
nsfw cw — sexual tension, teasing, foreplay, marking/biting, begging, strength kink, dry humping, breath play, clit slaps, fingering, edging, rough sex, manhandling, nipple play, masturbation (m) (ish), oral (f! receiving), mating press, pussy job (ish), spit kink, praise kink, overstimulation, creampie
02 | after dark (10.7k words)
horror + general cw - graphic imagery, nightmares; mentions and descriptions of gore, death, and cannibalism; heavy paranoia
nsfw cw - fantasizing, foreplay, extremely dubcon (tagging noncon), somnophilia, drugged sex, hallucinations, overstimulation, spit, rough sex, manhandling, impact play, biting, begging (ish) (m)
03 | flesh (12.1k words)
horror + general cw - graphic imagery, fear, gore, mentions of death, hallucinations, confusion, derealization, warped reality (a big mindfuck)
nsfw cw - dark content heavy. monsterfucking - true form sukuna (3 meters+ tall, four arms, two dicks, mouths everywhere), drowning (not to the point of death), repeated loss of consciousness, breathplay, gore, double penetration (with tongues, then dicks), orgasm delay and denial, drugged sex, extremely dubcon (tagging noncon), body horror, nipple play, blood kink, blood drinking, fear play, pain play (ish), sadism + masochism, masturbation (m), spit kink (heavy), degradation, humiliation, biting (heavy), cervix fucking (ish), gaping, oral (m -> self and m -> f), begging (f), cum eating, clit nipping (?)
04 | choke (15k words)
general warnings: disorientation, derealization, confusion, mindfuck, hallucinations, gore throughout, near death experience (brought back from the verge of death), body horror, heavy graphic imagery and surreal horror + phobias (heights/falling, bodies of water, slithering creatures, blood/gore)
dark content heavy: monsterfucking (true form sukuna — 3m+ tall, two dicks, four arms, mouths everywhere), cumflation, noncon, noncon creampie, noncon somnophilia, dubcon throughout, cannibalism, blood, biting, blood drinking, violence, injury, dislocation, drugged sex, wound fucking (ish? just in case), cervix/womb fucking, fearplay, manipulation, stockholm syndrome? (sukuna is evil and manipulative, and the reader is unhinged and enamored with him), sadism, stomach bulge, drowning (not to the point of death)
other content/warnings: degradation (and a little praise), power dynamics, misogyny, objectification, size kink, orgasm delay, orgasm denial, begging, gaping, dacryphilia, tongue fucking, throat/ face fucking, breathplay, choking, suffocation, oral (both receiving, m -> self), double penetration (two holes, w/ tongues and dicks), hair pulling, humiliation, spit, cumshot on face, cum down throat, a lot of cum lmao, pussyjob (ish?), wall sex, cum eating, snowballing (but way worse), regurgitation, exhibitionism (implied)
05 | yours, mine, ours (~10k words) // (finale) release date: TBD
warnings: dark content heavy. monsterfucking (true form sukuna), cucking, threesome + triple penetration, degradation, humiliation, death, gore, (more warnings to be added)
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PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV
⇢ pairing: katsuki bakugo x fem!reader
⇢ rating: e, 18+
⇢ warnings: a/b/o dynamics, mating bites, scenting, knotting, a/b/o-typical animalistic traits, hunting and butchering of animals for consumption, villain-adjacent endeavor and hawks
⇢ tags: alpha bakugo x omega reader, slow burn, aged up characters, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f!receiving)
⇢ art: by the incredible @king-bito
✸ part of my big bang academia - see other incredible works here! ✸
⇢ summary:
In the Kingdom of Eldur, you’re an anomaly, an omega born to a society of betas, and treated poorly for it. During a celebration of the long-standing peace between the Kingdom of Eldur and the distant mountain tribes where alphas and omegas live freely, you meet their leader, Katsuki Bakugo. He is strong and wild and bares his teeth - an alpha’s alpha, who finds the forceful suppression of your omegan nature reprehensible.
When the King of Eldur rejects your request to accompany him to live with the among mountain tribesfolk, he makes you an offer that stops you in your tracks. A mating bite, knowing that even the King has no authority to sever such a bond. You must decide, then, what you will do - stay and languish within the safe walls of Eldur or trust yourself to an alpha with pointed fangs and sharp temper, whose scent awakens something inside you that’s laid dormant for years.
Post dates:
PART I: 8/20/22
PART II: 8/27/2022
PART III: TBD
PART IV: TBD
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can you do a scenario where genshin boys unintentionally made the reader jealous😳
(with a 🤏 bit of angst and then fluff)
Thank you dearest! I love ur works😭💖
jealousy, jealousy.
masterlist!
# — pairings: thoma, albedo x gn!reader
# — characters: gender neutral reader, thoma, albedo, sucrose
# — summary: why do they have to be so... nice all the time?
# — warnings: n/a
# — tags: hc/drabble format, fluff, a teaspoon of angst, jealousy, healthy communication
# — notes: thanks so much for liking my works!! i didn't know which genshin boys you wanted, so i took a few liberties! i hope you still enjoy it, anon! as always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated! also, this isn't proofread -- none of my stuff is -- so i'm sorry for any mistakes!
✧ — 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 — ✧
he probably wouldn't know that he was making you jealous
thoma has a very particular manner of speech that's both professional and flirty.. does that make sense?
like, none of us felt scolded when he forced us to pay attention during his housekeeping class, did we? no, we didn't.
his stern side is just as attractive as his playful side, making thoma a bit of a hot topic amongst the single people of narukami island
unfortunately for you, that means you have to make it known from time to time that he is not, in fact, a single man
and even more unfortunate for you, whenever you accompanied him on his errands through the city, you have to sit in silence whenever you see the people he's talking to get flustered by him
you know it's not necessarily his fault -- he's eye-catching, so it's only natural that people would be attracted to him
but sometimes, it kinda feels like he uses that to his advantage without thinking
(he does it on purpose, actually.)
like i said, he doesn't count it to be flirting -- really, he doesn't -- but when you see him wink at the textile shop owner, you suddenly doubt that.
"c'mon mio; help me out just this once, yeah?" thoma pleads with the shop owner.
thoma was sent to the city by ayaka to pick up some new fabrics and you decided to tag along. he was all too happy to take you with him. honestly, only thoma would consider errand running to be a cute date idea. you couldn't knock him for it, though; he was so quick to lace your fingers with his as soon as you stood by his side, and you were always a sucker for your boyfriend.
although, as you watch him try to bargain with ogura mio, you wonder if you're in too deep.
for some strange reason, mio decided to raise her prices last minute. it shocked thoma a lot, mostly because she was known for her generosity towards the kamisato clan. you watched thoma turn on the charm after a few minutes of failing to change her mind, and you saw his tactic start to take effect almost immediately.
"i'm sorry thoma, but i'm losing profit, and i have no choice but to ask for more from my customers, few as they may be." mio reasons.
thoma sighs and thinks for a moment. you'd help him figure this out, but you're distracted by the way his hand is starting to feel foreign in yours. "how about this," thoma shifts his weight onto his other leg, "it sounds like you're losing profit because of a lack of customers. why don't you give me the fabric so we can have miss ayaka promote it for you? sound like a plan?"
you know something’s wrong when you see mio's cheeks begin to match the color of her hair. what could she possibly be blushing for? all thoma did was give a reasonable suggestion, no? the silence drags on and you finally glance at thoma in question...
only to see him winking at mio with his most charming smile.
is he serious? you're literally standing right here.
you drop his hand after a few more seconds, muttering an excuse about wanting to look around. you silently hope thoma notices that something’s off, but he doesn't; he hums in acknowledgement and continues negotiating with the flustered textile shop owner.
now, another thing about thoma: he's very observant. especially when it comes to you
but when it comes to himself, not so much
you try to reason with yourself that this is normal -- that he's just being ni
this is how he always is with everyone, right? even you!
...for some reason, that makes your stomach drop even more. you feel sick.
does he... really treat you no different from everyone else?
you begin to spiral in your own head, fully unaware that you've come to a complete stop
large hands suddenly cover your eyes, making you jump. "guess who?"
it's thoma, obviously. normally, you'd play along, give a couple wrong answers just to see him pout, but right now, you're trying to convince yourself that he doesn't do this with others. by the time you open your mouth to give an answer, thoma's already uncovered your eyes and made his way in front of you, his eyebrows drawn in.
"are you feeling okay?" he asks. "you sorta threw my hand down earlier." he presses the back of his hand to your forehead. your heart pounds in your chest but you hold your breath in an attempt to get it to stop.
you hadn't realized you were so abrupt with him earlier. you give up on trying to talk yourself out of this jealous hole you've dug yourself into. knowing thoma, if you lied about being okay, he'd definitely press you about it later, so you throw your apprehension to the wind.
"do i mean anything to you? at all?" you mutter a curse under your breath as soon as you finish your sentence. that's not at all what you meant to ask, but you couldn't deny that that's what's on your mind. did you mean anything to him?
thoma looks taken aback by your question and pulls you to a less crowded area. "what are you talking about?" he cups your face and you swear he's trying to search your soul with those green eyes of his. "you mean everything to me. everything and more. where is this coming from? did someone tell you something?"
from the bottom of your heart, you know he means that. you twist the promise ring on your right hand. you wouldn't have this if thoma didn't love you -- he wouldn't have promised himself to you during yoimiya's firework show if he didn't love you. but the little green demon on your shoulder whispers thoughts of jealousy into your ear, and it's too difficult to ignore it.
you avert your eyes. "you're a friendly guy, thoma." you start. "i get that. but you're... too friendly sometimes. i just--" your breath hitches. no tears, you tell yourself. "it looked like you were flirting with mio, okay? it looks that way with a lot of people, and i feel like you treat me the same as everyone else."
you exhale heavily as soon as the words are out. it felt nice, letting all of that off your chest. had you kept that to yourself, you think your relationship would have taken a turn for the worse.
thoma's hands don't leave your face. he pulls you in and kisses you so sweetly, you think you see stars. embarrassed, you put your hands on his chest and push yourself away, your face burning. "thoma, we're in public!" you hiss. "why would you--"
"i'm sorry," he says. when he catches you not looking at him, he tilts your head towards him so you are. thoma's always valued sincerity, and one of the ways he shows it is by making intense eye contact. "really, i am. i'm so sorry; i didn't realize i was making you feel that way." you look away shyly, and thoma taps your chin twice, forcing you to look back at him. "is there anything i can do to fix it?"
the little jealousy demon seems to evaporate as he speaks. he's so genuine and attentive; you have no doubt that he'd change if you asked him to. the archons may have blessed you with a vision, but you smile when you realize that that's not the only thing they've blessed you with.
you shake your head. "i don't want you to change your personality for me, thoma." you seriously don't. thoma is defined by his dutiful behavior and his generosity -- if he switched it up, people would surely notice. "i was just-- um." your cheeks begin to flare again. you know you were jealous, but you don't want to say it out loud. "i just wanted to tell you how i felt. that's it."
"is that really it?" thoma says after a brief pause. surely, he's figured it out, because there's a knowing grin starting to split his face. "you were jealous, weren't you?"
you turn around. "okay, look, we talked about it, right? let's go back now."
behind you, thoma chuckles. "you totally were! you were jealous!" he teases, laughing harder when you turn back to glare at him. he takes your hand again and gently rubs the back of your hand with his thumb. "you're cute when you're jealous, you know that? you were pouting a second ago."
"please shut up."
thoma snorts. "alright, alright. but i promise, i'll be more careful, okay? don't you ever doubt your worth again. can you promise me that?"
how could you not, when he looks at you like that? you feel pride swell in your chest knowing that this look -- this look of pure adoration -- was reserved for you and you only.
you hum affirmatively. "i promise. thank you."
✧ — 𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨 — ✧
goddamn pretty boys and their stupidly pretty faces, DAMMIT.
if you thought thoma was bad at not realizing when you were jealous, then you're in for a ride with albedo
albedo isn't socially inept, it's just that he's... a little slower on the uptake due to his lack of interest in social interaction
so he'll do things that may be considered intimate with people that aren't you, and while the person he's interacting with may be freaking out, he's just going about his business like everything is perfectly normal
the thing about sucrose and albedo's relationship is that it's strictly professional. anybody can see that.
you don't feel any kind of way about them working in close proximity because it's REALLY obvious that sucrose admires albedo's alchemical knowledge, and albedo cherishes sucrose as his lab partner, so to speak
but sucrose isn't as bad with people as albedo is, so whenever he does something a little odd, she'll hesitate to correct him
today, she takes far too long to do so.
the scene you walked in on was one straight out of a romance novel.
you'd decided to pay albedo a visit since you weren't working for the day. commissions were few and far between, so why wouldn't you want to spend time with your boyfriend? you packed a lunch for the two of you and walked to his lab in mondstadt; thankfully, he wasn't returning to dragonspine for another week or two.
but when you arrived, you saw sucrose pressed to albedo's chest. his arms were wrapped around her in a protective manner; one hand was on the back of her head, pressing it to his shoulder while his other arm was wrapped around her waist.
"are you alright?" albedo asks softly. "that was very dangerous."
sucrose's shoulders are rising and falling quickly. was she scared of something? "yes, i-i... thank you, mister albedo, i--"
"uh..." the noise comes out of your mouth before you can stop it. you couldn't comprehend what you were seeing; your brain launched into analytical mode so quickly that you went blank. the alchemists both look your way and sucrose all but leaps out of albedo's arms, her face nearly vermillion.
"i-it's not what it looks like!" she stammers, adjusting her glasses on her face.
well, duh, you think. you caught sight of the shattered beakers on the ground behind sucrose. whatever substance they were holding was sizzling on the ground. it's incredibly obvious that albedo pulled her out the way to avoid severe injury. accidents like this were fairly common -- this was normal.
but, another part of you starts to wonder, how long were they like that? why did sucrose only pull away when you made your presence known? you quickly try your best to stamp out the ugly feeling rising in your throat and offer sucrose an understanding smile. "what're you telling me that for? i heard the shatter from outside." you're lying. "i'm glad you're alright, sucrose. you're lucky albedo has quick reflexes."
too quick, something inside you hisses. you clench your jaw.
sucrose looks relieved by your understanding. "th-thank you..." she spots the lunch in your hand. "oh, is it that time already? mister albedo, i'm going to take my lunch break; is that alright?"
albedo, who'd been silent this whole time, nods curtly. he's eyeing the glass on the ground with a frown. "go on, sucrose. take your time."
sucrose leaves in a hurry, leaving the two of you alone.
you don't say anything for a while. albedo moves to start cleaning up the mess and you seat yourself across the room while you try to sort your thoughts.
you'd lied -- rather boldly, actually -- about hearing the glass fall. you figured that if you said that out loud, you'd be able to trick yourself into thinking that the incident had just occurred. if that was the case, then that would mean they weren't locked in an embrace for too long. but another part of you -- a part that you've never had trouble keeping in check -- refuses to be fooled. it feeds you suggestions -- suggestions you hate.
sucrose took too long to move, it tells you. clearly, she was enjoying that. how often do you think she does that when you're not around? did you see how albedo was holding her? so tightly; like he cared about her.
of course he cares about her. he has to -- she's literally his work partner. you pinch your nose bridge as you try to reason with yourself. you're so absorbed in your thoughts that you don't hear albedo calling you until he raises his voice. "sorry? did you call me?" you ask, giving albedo the same fake smile you gave sucrose.
albedo doesn't look convinced. for someone who has trouble reading the comfort levels of other people, he always seems to know when you're not alright. teal eyes observe you closely. "something’s on your mind," he says.
"what? no, nothing's bothering me."
albedo makes a sound. "i never said that something was bothering you," he tilts his head to the side. "i said that something was on your mind. so, something is bothering you, then?"
damn. you thought he wouldn't notice that. hell, you didn't even notice. "how'd you know something was on my mind?"
"well," albedo makes his way over to you, "i'd been calling your name for the past... five minutes, i believe. you usually respond right away."
that makes your face burn for some reason. albedo continues.
"that, and you didn't hug me when you saw me." he almost looks dejected when he says that, a small crease forming between his brows before it's gone, smoothed over by his usual expression. "you always show me lots of affection when you visit, but you've been here for over ten minutes, and i've received nothing. therefore, something must be wrong."
you're a little lost for words. you didn't think much of the whole hugging thing, and you're caught between being jealous and being endeared by the way albedo seems to be complaining about the lack of affection. you open your mouth to tease him, but quickly shut it. you should probably address what happened first, but how do you explain that you didn't want to hug him because you thought you'd be able to smell sucrose on him?
"is that so?" albedo says. his eyes widen by a fraction and you slap your hand over your mouth, your face going up in flames. you said that out loud!
"that's, uh..." you swallow back any excuses. there's no point in lying to him. if you don't bring things to albedo's attention, then it may as well be non-existent. you sigh and come clean. "this is... really stupid, but i just... didn't like seeing you and sucrose hugging. it made me feel--"
"jealous?" albedo finishes your sentence. you gape at him. how did he figure that out so quickly? you nod slowly, and albedo hums. "i see... do you think that sucrose has feelings for me?"
"what? no!" you shake your head quickly. "no, i know that there's nothing going on; i saw the beakers, i know you were just keeping her safe." your eyes drift to where the mess once was. "i don't know why i felt jealous, okay? but i did, and it felt terrible."
albedo soaks up your words like a sponge. you can always tell when he's internalizing something -- his eyes seem to lose their usual focus as the gears turn. it takes him a lot less time than you thought it would to understand this. "i'd read once that lovers experience jealousy," he muses. "it's a little interesting to be on the other end of it."
the other end? "have... have you been jealous before?" the words sound ridiculous coming out of your mouth, but albedo nods, unashamed.
"quite a few times, actually. i think the common link is the cavalry captain."
"what?!"
albedo -- sweet, innocent albedo -- frowns at your outburst. "did i say something perplexing?" he must really not know why you're shocked. "i do feel jealous whenever you're around captain kaeya; you two appear very close all the time, and he touches you a lot, so i... why are you laughing?"
you couldn't help it. albedo was so straightforward with you about everything. most people would take that kind of secret to their grave, but not your boyfriend. you double over with laughter. at least you weren't alone in your feelings. it's reassuring to know that it went both ways.
you wiped a tear from your eyes. "i'm not laughing at you, 'bedo, just," you giggle, "i felt stupid for thinking that way. you always know how to make me feel better."
albedo looks adorably confused. "i'm not sure i understand."
of course he doesn't. "don't worry about it." you smile and make your way over to him, planting a light kiss to his cheek. your smile only grows as you watch a faint blush dust his cheeks. "i love you, albedo."
albedo recovers from his moment and pulls you in by your waist. you melt into him with practiced ease and take a deep breath. you chortle to yourself; he doesn't smell like sucrose at all.
"and i, you." his reply is spoken so quietly, you almost miss it. his hold on you tightens a little. "i'd appreciate it if you'd keep hugging me when you arrive. i... i enjoy it a lot."
you struggle a bit to pull away since he's holding you so tightly, but once you do, you kiss his lips softly, relishing in the dusty pink that colors his face. "anything you want, 'bedo."
✧ hey anon! i hope you enjoyed it! i didn't want to over do it and write too much, so if you want this scenario from other boys (cause i actually have more in mind, LOL) just lemme know!
List of “angry confession” prompts
“Since when did you ever care about me?!” “Since fucking forever, you idiotic dunce!”
“I can’t leave you alone for one second without you hurting yourself, can I?” “I mean, I’m fine so it’s okay—” “No, it’s not okay. Not when I feel like I’m going to go batshit fucking crazy, thinking you’ve hurt yourself.“
“Well, I’m sorry I fell in love with you, okay? But it happened and I can’t do shit about it.” “You… What?”
“You think I wanted this to happen? You think I, of all people, wanted to fall in love with you?”
“Trust me, I’m also trying to understand how in the shit this happened.”
“…This is why I knew I shouldn’t have gotten close to you.”
“I’m going to need you to stop for one second because I just find it so incredibly rude that you think I’m not head over heels in love with your stupid, oblivious ass. Are you a brick? Because you’re dense as fuck.”
“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.”
“Yeah, well, if I could, I’d lose feelings for you. But it’s not that easy. It’s not that easy to just let go of someone you’ve held onto for so fucking long.”
“What part of ‘I want you, and only you’ do you not understand?”
reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point
trying to empress myself is very hard, but I like the process Tony • 26 y.o. lawyer, have Cyno vibes of bad jokes, Al-Haitam's seriousness and grumble like Tighnary God, have mercy on me and lemme calm down on my imposter syndrome
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