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– to fall for the sun.

pairing: albedo x gn!reader

premise: albedo was not a poet, but for you, he could try to become one.

– warnings: fluff, yearner albedo, he sucks at poetry (he's trying his best), poor attempts in making poetry at the end

– author’s notes: this is a remake of my old albedo fic but instead of angst, its fluff so yippie!! art credits goes to @.Jotto75 on twitter. thank you to @lowkeyren for proofreading and creating the title <3 | ~1.4k words.

“mr. albedo, are you alright?” sucrose, his assistant, asked. worry etched in her eyes as she watches her mentor’s hunched figure throw away another crumpled piece of paper. 

“yes, yes, i’m quite alright. please don’t mind me.”

but albedo was anything but alright. he pushed his messy hair back with his hand and let out a tired sigh. albedo had ultimately underestimated your talent in making poetry–he had always assumed you just wrote whatever you felt on paper–no need for fancy words or metaphors. yet here he was, on the third day in a row, filling the small trash bin in his office with poorly written declarations of love.

albedo wonders how you do it. you, a traveler from fontaine, coming to visit mondstadt to explore the nation’s ballads and poetry, had easily captured the hearts of many by just walking down the cobblestone paths that lead inside its walls. you with your charming presence, felt like a character from an inazuman fairytale, had even captured the bard in green. but more than that, you had captured his attention—maybe even his heart—by simply existing.

with one glance you had enamored his chalky heart. suddenly, the paint brushes that were in his hand itched to be used on a blank canvas to paint your portrait, wanting to forever remember the smile that glowed under the afternoon sun. albedo could’ve sworn he saw fresh cecilias beneath your feet with every step you took inside the city. 

in one glance, you flashed him a knowing smile and gave him a bow. 

venti played his lyre and before the chalk prince knew, he was tugged into a dance near the city’s fountain. everyone laughed and danced and sang, but all albedo could see was the way you sat by the bard, a quill in your hand and a piece of parchment on the other. you cleared your throat, capturing everyone’s attention and started reciting your magnum opus.

albedo didn’t quite understand most of its content–a real shame he thinks–but there was one line that made his mind tick in interest.

“why does icarus continue to fly despite his impending doom?”

he was not a poet by any means, he was a researcher, a slave to finding the truth, but he found the mystery behind your words worth uncovering. 

so for the next few days you stayed in mondstadt, albedo had asked for your time to ask you questions. the two of you spent your time in dragonspine in his lab. he asked about your inspirations as you chatter about your love for words and asked him in return on why he paints. albedo concluded after your time together that you were simply born with poetry running through your veins and pumping metaphors and analogies to your beating heart. there was no sense of logic in your being–it wasn’t a bad thing, emotions seemed to transcend all logic to begin with–and he found that incredibly charming.

which leads to his predicament now: inside his office, trying to rack his brain on a verse that would evoke the same feeling you showed him when you first met.

he loved your poetic mind, the calluses from pens on your fingers, your ink-stained blouses and hands, the love letters hidden under the guise of friendly affections—he loved you. but he didn’t know how to showcase it. relationships were troublesome–hard to maintain. but he wanted to try. he didn’t fall in love easily–he didn’t even know he was capable of falling in love–but he felt his growing yearning for you deep in his chalk stained bones. for once in his life, albedo wanted his fixation and interest in you to last a lifetime, afraid of the lingering bittersweet sensation that you would leave him.

with one last sigh, he picked up his sketchbook and left his office. a change of pace would surely inspire him, he tried to convince himself, but not even a few steps later, he sees you by the entrance of the knight’s headquarters. and like the first time, you flashed him a smile with those eyes and his mind went blank. you tug at his hand–his heart–ever so gently, urging him to have a picnic with you under the afternoon sun.

“you seem to really love using icarus in your poems.” albedo randomly mentioned, taking a bite of the adventurer’s sandwich you bought. you only hum and continue to write in your journal. against his better judgment, albedo leaned into your space, trying to take a peek of your newest piece, but you quickly shut the journal and stuck your tongue at him.

“peeking is rather rude y’know?” you jest and his chuckle ringed out. 

“pardon my rudeness,” he said. “i was simply curious.”

albedo was sure there was something swimming in his chest–fondness, most probably–as you flash him a knowing smile. you take out something from your bag, a crown made out of cecilias and windwheel asters, and place it on the crown of his head, leaving him with a quiet but undeniable joy that he couldn’t quite name.

“i see myself as icarus, that’s my answer.”

“how so?” he asked, mindlessly flipped through his sketchbook and felt a growing smile tug at his lips when he saw your handwriting in the corners of a few pages. 

you don’t answer–you never do– but albedo never minded. he liked it whenever you left him guessing. for the rest of the afternoon, you both spend your time in each other’s presence as you eat your food. you talked about the new book lisa had given you to read in your spare time and he asked you what colors he should use on his next painting. “yellow because they remind me of you.” would always be your reply and he’d comply.

by the time he waved you goodbye and sat back down in his office, there was another letter pressed in his sketchbook. he could already feel his heart racing as he reached for it.

“to my dearest, albedo

you seem to really ponder over the last verse of my poem when i first arrived in mondstatd. i must say, i feel honored that i made your mind tick with curiosity. i found myself gravitating towards your presence more and more after you asked me if i could be the subject of your painting. that was the first time i’ve ever been the muse to someone’s creation. it sent my heart into a giddy fit you know. you are no poet, as i am no painter; i cannot paint the image i have of you on a canvas, but i can put my affections into words. after all, the verse ‘why does icarus continue to fly despite his impending doom.’ was always meant for you—to capture your attention.”

albedo sat down on his chair, a gloved covering half of his face to hide the pathetically infatuated smile on his face. he took out the second letter from the envelope, bracing his heart to whatever emotion you would stir inside him.

“like icarus, i found myself

flying straight into the pools of his eyes

with my wings made of wax, 

i soared straight into his guarded heart

and let his burning affections scorch me and melt my wings.

then i fell—or so i thought

my body did not meet the ground harshly,

for he caught me,

in all the gentleness known to mankind, 

he treated my scorched skin with care.

i was icarus and he is my sun,

with gold and glitter in all his glory.

icarus is a fool in love.

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

because the sun is icarus’s love.

in every lifetime, he will always choose to fall,

loving him despite it being too hot, too close.

icarus is a fool in love, for without the sun,

he would have no reason to live.

why would icarus fly if he had no sun to fly to?”

albedo’s eyes traced over the last line of your poem, his heart rattling with uncharacteristic tenderness and a gentle ache. your words had breathed life to the emotions he never knew he was capable of feeling.

he looked down on his sketchbook, then out the window to gaze at the setting sun. the warmth reminding him of your love for icarus—him. he was no poet, but for you, he could perhaps become one.

with careful hands like you described in your poem, he folded the parchment and placed it gently into his sketchbook, right beside the finished sketch of you under the afternoon sun, cecilias blooming right under your feet. a small smile tugged at his lips as he picked up his pencil.

for the first time in a long while, albedo finally understood what it meant to be inspired.

© vxnuslogy 2024. do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my works without my knowledge or consent in other platforms or websites.

THE LIGHT BEYOND THE MOON. albedo

he’d rather you hold him like this, now and tomorrow, and the days and weeks and months after. the years, the decades.

PAIRING. albedo / gn! reader GENRE. fluff WORD COUNT. 771

NOTE. reposted from my old blog. i like this drabble too much to just let it rot in my archive. (also i am posting this now to let you guys all know that yes, i am still alive lol.)

the autumn dew under the midnight moon sits idly outside the window. it watches you in silence—watches the tangled limbs and messy sheets and forgotten pillows. ALBEDO pulls you closer, runs his fingers up your back, then down. up, down. up. until it settles on the curve of your waist. his hand hovers there, in a hold that’s tender; in a warmth that speaks.

“you look–” he stutters. he opens his mouth, only to close it again. it takes him a few seconds, but the seconds don’t even matter. “you look nice.”

“nice?” you ask him. autumn in mondstadt, for that moment, becomes warmer. his face burns red, and he hurries to hide it in the crook of your neck. you respond with an even warmer laugh, to tease him. it’s an exhilarating thought—to know you have some sort of power over the chief alchemist, the ALBEDO, that he flusters. “just nice?”

ALBEDO snuggles further into you. where he starts and you end is nothing to be questioned anymore, for under the midnight moon, you are one.

he kisses your neck, once. he adds another kiss somewhere along the curve of your throat, then he leans back to kiss your jaw. he smiles against your skin with every touch of his lips.

“beautiful, i mean,” he corrects. ALBEDO runs his fingers up your back again. down. up. except his fingers, this time, speak more than just warmth. it says, carefully: let’s stay here, together. revelling in the warmth of each other and forgetting all about the reds and oranges of leaves falling outside the room.

autumn in mondstadt, for that moment, means something else to you now. autumn in mondstadt now means fleeting kisses on your skin, fingers running up and down your spine. autumn in mondstadt now means “you look beautiful,” when the smiles are lazy and lethargy catches up with the way you and him look into each other’s eyes. beautiful is a word he describes you, on one autumn in mondstadt, when the night grows old and the world grows quiet.

but ALBEDO does not stop there. he kisses your cheek and you feel his breath brushing against your skin. “you are beautiful in ways i have never seen.”

this is his revenge. this is his way of saying that he has as much power to fluster you as you have on him. this is a silly, little competition that you’d laugh at later in the morning. this brings heat that starts on the tips of your fingers up to the tips of your ears.

“stop!” you whine, burying your face in your hands. ALBEDO laughs, and the moon laughs with him, you think. let’s stay here, in each other arms. “don’t say that.”

“but it’s true,” he says, earnest. his voice drips with such sincerity that it almost tears you up. he carefully removes your hands away, placing it on his jaw instead. he leans into it, like he’d rather you hold him like this until autumn ends and winter comes. until winter dissipates into the bright of spring and spring turns into summer. he’d rather you hold him like this, now and tomorrow, and the days and weeks and months after. the years, the decades. he’d rather be here, with you.

he turns to kiss your palm. you let words build home in your chest before you ask ALBEDO to be home with you: “if you say things like that, i might just fall in love with you.”

ALBEDO smiles. “didn’t you already?” he teases, then laughs at the lighthearted shake of your head. “well, hurry up then.”

this is all you could ever ask for, really. to hold someone in your arms without fear of its warmth leaving you. to hold someone close as if this is the only place someone belongs. as if this is home. to hold ALBEDO, on one autumn in mondstadt under the midnight moon, forgetting everyone and everything else but you and him.

you run your fingers through his hair, watches how his eyes close like a sun setting down the horizon. it’s beautiful. everything is beautiful in the here and now.

“if i ask you to keep me in your arms for the rest of your life, would you?”

of course. why would you ever let go of something so beautiful?

“i would. even after the rest of my life, if there is time beyond it. i would keep you in my heart.”

“good,” he mumbles. only you and him hear his words, like a secret. “good. your heart is my favorite place to be held.”

TA albedo who starts weightlifting so he can pick you up and fuck you while standing….

degen anon

squealing. i’m gonna feed this man so many protein bars and shakes !!! would be grumpy he’s spending time at the gym until learning he’s doing it for you yup yup. then letting him lift you up post work out still sweaty to check ??? only to have gross sweaty sex then in the shower <3

For your Secret Santa, Albedo

OPEN WITH CAUTION. CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT. MDNI!

warnings: body worship, lingerie, love hotel, unprepared but protected sex, simp perv albedo, mentions of masturbation

word count: 1.9k (unedited ehe)

setting: secret santa gathering with your friends.

When it was time to hand out the gifts, you watched Albedo excitedly, watching your best friend for his reaction to your prepared present. You knew Albedo loved painting and cameras, so you had purchased a new set of brushes as well as a SD card for his photographs. You may have gone a bit over budget, spending plenty on your dear friend. After all, if Albedo was happy, so were you! So when Albedo’s expression doesn’t light up as you expected but rather stays the same, impassive and thanking you softly, though it doesn’t sound so sincere, your heart aches. Was the gift not good enough? You really wanted to make your Christmas with your best friend special, so there’s no harm in asking what Albedo really wanted right?

You get up from beside Diluc, ignoring your secret santa in favour of sitting on Albedo’s lap and leaning into his ear to ask. “Bedo.. tell me, did you not like the present? What did you really want?” You don’t know how much you affect him with your voice and breath tickling his ear while seated upon him, Albedo fights the urge to take you right there. Instead, he pulls you close, a lock of your hair in his hands as he smirks at your curious expression.

“You want to know what I really want?” You’re perched above his crotch and the way you bounce involuntarily as you nod eagerly, like a puppy waiting for their owner to toss a bone, not realising that you’re stirring Albedo’s arousal and testing his rationality with every movement you make.

With a low groan, Albedo leans in beside your ear and whispers in a husky tone, “Wanted your used panties baby.”

Immediately, you’re flustered by your best friend’s lewd request, pushing his chest playfully though you feel heat rushing down to your private parts. “Don’t be silly, you don’t mean that right ‘bedo?”

His unchanging smug expression and stiffening hard on that he grinds onto your ass say otherwise, “Didn’t you want to give me a present I really liked? I’ve told you now, I want that flimsy cloth soaked and wrapped around my cock when I jerk off to you. You want me to repeat it again louder? For everyone to know, hmm?”

You shake your head no, face flushed red from Albedo’s dirty talk and cover his mouth with your hand, looking around you at your friends and checking if anyone heard what Albedo said. Luckily, it seems like the gathering is going on merrily unaware of Albedo’s illicit wish and you yelp when he licks your palm, removing your hand with a pout.

“Don’t- ‘bedo that’s not nice..” Albedo just smiles charmingly at you, pressing an apologetic kiss to your hand. “And you’re naughty for not fulfilling my wish.. I even got you lingerie for your present.”

You gasp with wide eyes, surprised that Albedo would even see you that way but you really can’t say no to your best friend that you’re oh so attracted to. Albedo seems to notice how he has you captivated and blushing at his implications, capturing your lips in a soft kiss, drawing out an aroused whine from you. With his hands on your hips, Albedo gyrates his erection against you while devouring your mouth, only pulling away with heaving pants to lean his forehead against yours.

“Wanna go to a love hotel?”

After the two of you escape the event with reddened faces, your body clung to Albedo’s arm and needy for his touch following such an addicting taste of him. By the time you’ve entered the room, you’re desperate for Albedo to take you as his present, but he stalls, producing a sleek designer box for you to unwrap.

“Put this on for me please, baby?” Unable to resist Albedo’s request and mind fuzzy from the need to have Albedo already that you obey, opening the box to a lacy set that looked so expensive and seductive. If Albedo wanted to see you sensual, then why not give him a show, stripping slowly as he watches with those smouldering teal eyes, removing each item and letting them fall to the floor. When you’re close to bare, you slip out of your panties before dangling them by your fingertips at Albedo.

“Your present? I’ve got to put on yours for me, ‘bedo.” You might’ve been partially nude near Albedo before but never fully or when he’s eating you up with his eyes, gaze trailing your every curve and landing on the item of clothing in your hands. Albedo snatches them out of your hand and ushers you to the bathroom, your gift for him tucked safely into his pants.

“Fuck, go put it on before I lose control, you’re so beautifully inviting right now.”

You can’t help but blush, feeling so desired by Albedo and close the door with a shy smile towards him. It doesn’t take long for you to dress in the lingerie, the light fabric delicate against your skin and not leaving much to imagination while highlighting your body shape. When you’re leaving the restroom to return to Albedo, you’re met with the sight of Albedo in a revealing robe, his taut chest muscles on display, making you look away bashfully, cheeks warm with your interest in Albedo.

Albedo catches your face in his hands, tilting your chin upwards to look him in his eye and strokes your lips with his thumb. He looks entranced, lust evident as he stares down at your scantily covered body, making you squirm under his ogling.

“You look like a dream come true, god you’re like a painting. This isn’t just a delusional fantasy, is it? You really are in front of me, my every desire.”

Clearly Albedo’s just as affected by you as you are by him and you waste no time to let him know this was reality, your tongue flicking out to swirl around his thumb. “Mmm, you like it that much? How about it pushed to the side with you inside me?”

Albedo responds by removing his thumb and lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as he carries you towards the bed, murmuring lewd promises. “I love it, you’re such a tempestuous angel, let me worship you before taking my fill of your cunt.”

And worship you he does, littering your skin with reverent kisses as you writhe against the sheets. The way Albedo sucks blossoming hickey beginning from your calves to inner thighs has you wet against the dainty fabric of your panties, clamping your legs to shy away from the tickling sensation, only for him to part them wide, looking up at you as he marks you intimately with saliva wetting your skin. It’s lewd and embarrassing how your mind becomes dazed, neglected pussy aching with need as Albedo takes his time, teasing like you’re just a doll for his entertainment. He paints your blank canvas of skin with blemishes that resemble his teeth marks, leisurely lapping at the tainted spot as you squirm. Albedo doesn’t seem satisfied until discoloured hickeys adorn your stomach, chest, collarbone and neck. Even then, he’s palming your tits, groping at them through the flimsy fabric as he sucks a yet another love bite onto your neck, pussy leaking slick as he stimulates your hardened nipples. “So pliant, so pretty and all mine.”

Albedo’s voice is deep with possession as he makes you whimper with burning want, “Please, just fuck me already-!”

Albedo hushes you as he reaches to the drawer beside the mattress, procuring a condom and tearing it open with a loud rip, your body twitching in excitement to finally have Albedo inside you. Albedo looks so handsome as he slips off the robe, his sculpted naked body for you to see as he puts on the condom onto his girthy erection, head leaking precum as it stands proudly upright. You gulp to yourself, he’s so big, could you really take your best friend inside? Without much prep other than the slick dripping down your thighs and limited lube provided by the rubber, you’re nervous though the excitement for pleasure overrides your fear as you use your fingers to offer your hole to Albedo, the panties tucked to the side to allow him access.

“You ready baby? I’m taking my gift, thank you sweetheart.”

With his dick rubbing against your slick entrance, collecting juices to prepare for a wet slide in, you nod your head yes as he slips into your cunt, throbbing tip popping in with a loud squelch and sounds of moaning from you both. As Albedo moves deeper inside, he’s slotted his lips against yours, distracting you from the brutal stretch of your tight insides by kneading the flesh of your hips. The messy kiss between you two reflects the mess Albedo’s making of your insides, quivering with mixed pleasure and pain as his cock is sinking deeper inside you. As Albedo pulls away from your mouth, a string of spit connecting your lips after the sloppy kiss, he pushes his way in with the hilt flush against your cunt, left palm moving from your hip to stroke at your bulging abdomen.

“Fuck, look at the way I’m all in. Gonna fuck you now pretty, you’re so good for me.”

You can only whine in response, feeling stuffed full and on edge with the weight of Albedo’s bulging cock inside you, eyes rolling back as he begins to thrust into you, squeezing tight on the painfully pleasurable intrusion. Albedo just can’t get enough of you, whimpering and trembling as he fucks you, loud snaps of his hips as his heavy balls slap obscenely against your ass. His grip is bruising on your waist and he uses his left hand to lift your leg up, pulling you into a new position, rutting even further inside as he searches for your sweet spot. Once Albedo’s nudging his tip around with his hips flush against yours, he strikes home at your spongy bundle of nerves, body tensing in response as your mouth forms a pretty ‘O’.

“Found it, hmm?” “Oh- ‘bedo, right there!”

Albedo coos at your cute reaction, pounding even harder into you, aiming with every stroke to fuck at your sensitive spot until you’re exploding with orgasm, mind going blank as your senses burst with electric pleasure, legs shaky as he pummels you through your climax. He can’t last long however with you spasming around his length, walls like a vice as he too reaches his high, spurting his load into the condom as he stills inside with a breathy groan. You’re worn out and slumped against the pillow of the bed, chest heaving still from the aftershocks of creaming on Albedo’s cock as he slowly pulls out, ditching the condom and collapsing next to you.

Albedo pulls your weary form close to him, hand carding gently through your hair as he kisses your forehead, arms wrapped comfortingly around you. “You were so perfect for me, let’s rest now. Thank you for such a wonderful Christmas gift.” You can’t help but yawn and snuggle into his broad chest as you doze off, glad you managed to make Christmas with Albedo such a success.

a/n: all i have to say is enjoy your holidays, be like albedo and use a condom.

𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃

୨୧— including: albedo x fem!reader

୨୧— genre: fluff

contains : blowjobs, slightly sub albedo <33

the sun began to set as albedo continued to work on his experiment, despite the frustration that came with it. Now albedo isn't one to get agitated or mad, but the slight aggravation was showing on his face. In other circumstances you would find his current state very attractive. Seeing a pencil behind his ear, his fluffy ashy brown hair now slightly ruffled, his teal pupils dilated trying to understand whats going wrong with the test.

Albedo has always found things to paint/sketch as art but some could say he looked like art himself. In this was a perfect example of that, but as much as you love admiring him you also hate seeing him overwork himself. The last thing you need is your boyfriend messing around with chemicals like sleep deprivation, so as it neared midnight you tried to convince the alchemist to put a stop to the experiment for now. "Bedo baby, I know you want to finish this but your not going to get anywhere with a lack of sleep." You say softly, taking the pencil from behind his ear placing it on his desk.

A sigh left the alchemist's lips, "Your right I know, I apologize for overworking myself again." Tearing his eye away from the test tube he, looked to you lovingly. "You weren't too lonely while I worked, were you?" He asked cupping your cheek softly, "No I was fine bedo, though you do look quite tired." You say, with a sliver of concern in your eyes. "I will admit the process was tiring, but it was worth the while." You wanted bedo to go to bed without any stress or lingering thoughts of the experiment so, you decided to treat him for his hard work.

"I would hope so because you abandoned me without kisses for a good couple of hours." You say dramatically, sitting on albedo's lap, earning a slight chuckle from him, "Well I suppose I should make up for lost time." Blushing slightly, you felt him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before kissing your lips gently. Humming into the kiss you wrapped your arms around his neck, the air around you both slowly getting thicker as the kiss grew passionate.

Albedo's hands settled on your waist pulling you closer into the kiss, "You seem a little eager bedo." You tease, earning a slight smirk from him. "You said yourself love, I haven't been able to enjoy your touch since I was enamored with the testing." He reminded you, pecking your lips softly. "True, so you wouldn't mind me taking you mind off of things, to further relax you?" You ask slightly playful, "What do you have in mind?"

ಌ

there you were, on your knees taking albedo's shaft down your throat as treat for working so hard. Albedo wasn't the easiest to adjust to down your throat, he was a pretty 7 1/2 inches, but luckily you didn't have a gag reflex so pleasing the alchemist was relatively easy. The sight above you could make you cum on the spot if you weren't carefully, seeing bedo's head's thrown back on the chair, his gloved hand taking a fist full of your hair pushing your head down deeper on his cock. Letting out such pretty moans as you bobbed your head up and down on him, your pussy throbing from seeing bedo in such a submissive state his moans of praise not helping your cunt from staining your panties.

"A-archons, you feel so good.." Letting a breathy moan fall past his lips you clenched around nothing, feeling him twitch in your mouth you began to fondle his balls softly earning a loud moan from albedo. "Oh fuck— darling your so good archons, dont stop.." He gasped out, his grip on your hair tightening. Rubbing his balls, and sucking more diligently making sure to swash your tonge over his glands you looked up at him. Your eyes saying it all, "Archons baby— fuck!" He groaned, keeping it up you continued your tongue going over a certain vein on his cock, tipping him over the edge.

Feeling his hot cum shoot down your throat made you all the more wetter, hearing his angelic moans grace your ears. After swallowing his cum, you heard a breathy chuckle from your boyfriend. "I know your intention was to make me relaxed, but baby after that I'm anything but calm."

𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐓 !

୨୧— feat. albedo x fem!reader

୨୧— genre: fluff

↳ summary: as much as albedo loves admiring you, this morning he decides he wants to draw you

you slept soundly under the silk sheets of albedo’s bed, your face comfortably smushed into a pillow. Not feeling the gaze of the alchemist eyes staring loving at your face. His fluffy hair once in a ponytail now down and slightly ruffled, his cerulean pupils tracing your figure as he heard soft breaths leave your lips.

Smiling softly his hand gently tucked strands of hair behind your ear before taking his sketch pad and pencil, and making a realistic sketch of your beauty. Bedo made sure to take his time with each stroke, attempting to capture how breathtaking you looked in real life onto his paper. Eventually you did wake up to the sound of a pencil being used, fluttering your eyes open slightly to see albedo. His eyes heavily focused on his paper, seeing his usually gloved pretty hands go to work on the paper.

Your eyes quickly fluttered shut as you tried to hide your blush-“I know your awake dear, but its fine im finished.” He states, putting down his pad to see you with a sleepy expression on your face. “You really drew me bedo?” He nodded with a small smile, “It’d be near criminal of me to ignore such beauty sleeping in my bed, even more so to not try and capture the moment.” He states, putting his pencil away.

“Can i see?” Catching a glimpse of blush he, handed the pad to you. Sitting up slightly you took the pad to see a beautiful picture of you cuddled up in his sheets, your messy bed hair and a faded smile on your lips. The shading of the picture making it seemed a bright light covered your figure, angel like. Even you thought you looked good, “Aw bedo this looks so pretty, have you drew me before?” His blush returned as you handed the pad back to him, “Perhaps, if im being completely honest its hard to not want to capture moments of you all the time. If I didn’t have any restraint the rest of these pages would be full of you.”

Placing the book on his nightstand he found you smiling at him softly, “What is it love?” Your heart warmed at the nickname, “You say its hard to resist the urge of drawing me all the time?” He hums in response as he lays down next to you, his arm snaking around your figure. “Well its quite hard to not want to draw you right now baby.”

“W-what are you trying to convey?”

“Your living art bedo. I’m surprised you don’t see that yourself.”